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▬▬▬ Demons - Imagine Dragons ▬▬▬
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
At the curtain’s call
It's the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you've made
Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
▬▬▬ ☠ ☠ ☠ ☠ ▬▬▬
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▬▬▬ Demons - Imagine Dragons ▬▬▬
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
At the curtain’s call
It's the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you've made
Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
▬▬▬ ☠ ☠ ☠ ☠ ▬▬▬
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Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ
Destiny
Ｎａｍｅ
Bram meaning "bramble; a thicket of wild gorse; raven"
Variant of "Bran" the Celtic God of the Under World whos symbol is the Raven
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
Male
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
A tormented soul, holding a secret that he alone lets his shoulders bear, suffering in the dying embers of a past he will never be able to change. Bram despite his fiery appearance is cold and distant. Always seething like a boiling pot of water, with rage and anger, but rarely tipping over the edge. Keeping to himself it is evident that Bram is lost in another world reeling over and over a dreaded past situation no one quite knows. In the depths of his despair hold back all questions for in return you'll receive nothing but vehemented sarcastic answers.
Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｉｃａｌ Ｓｔｏｒｙ
The heat of the forest caused the jungles sounds to amplify. The low buzz of insects exhausted in the heat, reverberated off of the surfaces all around. A quiet hum of noise in the background if your mind chose to wander among its memories. Suddenly a loud caw sounded above all, followed by a single crow bursting through the foliage. A young male cerial flung through the forest after it. Followed by and even younger cerial calling the birds name.
""Vorona! Leave her alone Markus!" the strain in the youngest cerials voice carried far across the island they were on.
"Oh come off it Bram! She is just a stupid bird! Mother says you need to spend less time alone...with this bird...I've got the perfect idea!" Markus ripped through the foliage after the crow whose wings seemed to be struggling to keep ahead.
"NO! Markus... please brother!" the smaller cerials voice seem on the edge of tears, his body movements weaker at the thought of what plan his family member had in store. "I love her, please don't!"
Markus turned to sneer once at his brother before leaping forward and taking down the bird. And in the moment the world seemed to stop for Bram. The connection he had with Vorona, was strong, stronger he would admit than any he had. This bird was as much his family, as his parents and brother were. Many times he had felt, alone, and out of place; but never with her.
Bram skidded to a halt, behind his brother, who turned to show the bird, still fighting for its life, between his jaws.
"PUT HER DOWN MARKUS!" Bram felt fear...no... fire... leap through his veins. He couldn't feel the heat of the sun on a hot day, it never bothered him, but this fire ripped through him and it felt like it was tearing him apart. The bird caws came quieter... weaker...but some how more desperate.
"God, what the hell is your problem Bram...its just a bird... You cant actually be serious? You've always been such a loser...but this...You're crying over a bird?...Another reason you could never actually be my brother!"
Brams faces which had been turned down, as he wiped away his tears, rose back up suddenly.
"Stop it Markus!" his face scrunched up in pain, as tears trickled down his face, "I AM your brother that doesn't even make SENSE!" Markus spit the bird out and place his large front paw on its back.
"No...you see... haven't you ever wondered why mother and father have always treated you so damn special? Because they FOUND you. You see little brother...you aren't actually my little brother. I'M THEIR FIRST BORN and its always YOOUU THEY CHOOSE!" Markus raised his voice to an intense growl "They found you and they treat you like a god because they think you are one, its not because they love you! Its because they think they have to! You look nothing LIKE us Bram... time to clue in!" Markus pushed his paw down and the bird cried out.
"Stop-St-Stopstopstop!" Bram shook his head violently, he could see it in his brothers eyes... He was telling the truth... He became lost suddenly...floating through time...his memories, how far back could he remember. How often had is parents talked about his birth...never... and the truth was he didn't look like his parents....In fact he looked much different than any cerial he had ever come across. Weirdest of all around his neck and horns...small stones floated. He was suddenly pulled back to Markus speaking,
"I think its time you came back to reality, I think its time everyone did, the only thing special about you is your messed up brain, talking to birds, ohhh look at your magic floating stones! They cant do anything for you now! You're not special little one," Bram could hardly focus on his words, he felt a feeling he had never felt before; Rage. It was the fire again, burning through him, the thought of being helpless... like Vorona. It burned inside his body, through him, the ground beneath his paws began to tremble.
"No Markus," he heard the words come out but they didn't sound like his voice, and Markus looked up confused. The ground continued to shake more violently then ever, and Bram saw Markus's eyes fill with fear.
"Stop it Bram! Stop!" Markus backed up releasing Vorona in fear. Bram was no longer worried about Vorona his body was filled with rage, anger, and he was releasing the pain he felt from his brothers words. The ground shook and behind him he heard the loudest explosion. The volcano on the insland was no longer dormant. It was alive and Bram could feel it in his veins.
"Bram! Stop! The Volcano! Its exploding!" Markus no longer looked big and intimidating. The air became think with black dust, and Bram turned to face the mountain. How dare these cerials lie to him his entire life. How dare they. He was, young, innocent, and they lied to him... All his life he had struggled with feeling alone...only because he really was!
"PLEASE BRAM! I WASN'T GOING TO REALLY HURT THE BIRD!" Bram could not listen, as his own pain engulfed him. The lava and rocks exploded from the volcano and flew down the hill, he turned enraged;
"LIAR! YOU LIE BECAUSE I CAN HURT YOU NOW!" tears fell from his face though his expression was livid, his teeth barred. Suddenly the stones around his neck ignited in flames. The last thing he saw, as the energy drained from his body was his brother running in fear.
When he woke Bram drug himself out of a thick layer of obsidian... all that was left of his home and family, tying some to his arm, as Vorona landed on his shoulder and the sun set. He would never forget...and never forgive himself.
Ａｒｔ
By me
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By jonnapwns da
Destiny
Ｎａｍｅ
Bram meaning "bramble; a thicket of wild gorse; raven"
Variant of "Bran" the Celtic God of the Under World whos symbol is the Raven
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
Male
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
A tormented soul, holding a secret that he alone lets his shoulders bear, suffering in the dying embers of a past he will never be able to change. Bram despite his fiery appearance is cold and distant. Always seething like a boiling pot of water, with rage and anger, but rarely tipping over the edge. Keeping to himself it is evident that Bram is lost in another world reeling over and over a dreaded past situation no one quite knows. In the depths of his despair hold back all questions for in return you'll receive nothing but vehemented sarcastic answers.
Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｉｃａｌ Ｓｔｏｒｙ
The heat of the forest caused the jungles sounds to amplify. The low buzz of insects exhausted in the heat, reverberated off of the surfaces all around. A quiet hum of noise in the background if your mind chose to wander among its memories. Suddenly a loud caw sounded above all, followed by a single crow bursting through the foliage. A young male cerial flung through the forest after it. Followed by and even younger cerial calling the birds name.
""Vorona! Leave her alone Markus!" the strain in the youngest cerials voice carried far across the island they were on.
"Oh come off it Bram! She is just a stupid bird! Mother says you need to spend less time alone...with this bird...I've got the perfect idea!" Markus ripped through the foliage after the crow whose wings seemed to be struggling to keep ahead.
"NO! Markus... please brother!" the smaller cerials voice seem on the edge of tears, his body movements weaker at the thought of what plan his family member had in store. "I love her, please don't!"
Markus turned to sneer once at his brother before leaping forward and taking down the bird. And in the moment the world seemed to stop for Bram. The connection he had with Vorona, was strong, stronger he would admit than any he had. This bird was as much his family, as his parents and brother were. Many times he had felt, alone, and out of place; but never with her.
Bram skidded to a halt, behind his brother, who turned to show the bird, still fighting for its life, between his jaws.
"PUT HER DOWN MARKUS!" Bram felt fear...no... fire... leap through his veins. He couldn't feel the heat of the sun on a hot day, it never bothered him, but this fire ripped through him and it felt like it was tearing him apart. The bird caws came quieter... weaker...but some how more desperate.
"God, what the hell is your problem Bram...its just a bird... You cant actually be serious? You've always been such a loser...but this...You're crying over a bird?...Another reason you could never actually be my brother!"
Brams faces which had been turned down, as he wiped away his tears, rose back up suddenly.
"Stop it Markus!" his face scrunched up in pain, as tears trickled down his face, "I AM your brother that doesn't even make SENSE!" Markus spit the bird out and place his large front paw on its back.
"No...you see... haven't you ever wondered why mother and father have always treated you so damn special? Because they FOUND you. You see little brother...you aren't actually my little brother. I'M THEIR FIRST BORN and its always YOOUU THEY CHOOSE!" Markus raised his voice to an intense growl "They found you and they treat you like a god because they think you are one, its not because they love you! Its because they think they have to! You look nothing LIKE us Bram... time to clue in!" Markus pushed his paw down and the bird cried out.
"Stop-St-Stopstopstop!" Bram shook his head violently, he could see it in his brothers eyes... He was telling the truth... He became lost suddenly...floating through time...his memories, how far back could he remember. How often had is parents talked about his birth...never... and the truth was he didn't look like his parents....In fact he looked much different than any cerial he had ever come across. Weirdest of all around his neck and horns...small stones floated. He was suddenly pulled back to Markus speaking,
"I think its time you came back to reality, I think its time everyone did, the only thing special about you is your messed up brain, talking to birds, ohhh look at your magic floating stones! They cant do anything for you now! You're not special little one," Bram could hardly focus on his words, he felt a feeling he had never felt before; Rage. It was the fire again, burning through him, the thought of being helpless... like Vorona. It burned inside his body, through him, the ground beneath his paws began to tremble.
"No Markus," he heard the words come out but they didn't sound like his voice, and Markus looked up confused. The ground continued to shake more violently then ever, and Bram saw Markus's eyes fill with fear.
"Stop it Bram! Stop!" Markus backed up releasing Vorona in fear. Bram was no longer worried about Vorona his body was filled with rage, anger, and he was releasing the pain he felt from his brothers words. The ground shook and behind him he heard the loudest explosion. The volcano on the insland was no longer dormant. It was alive and Bram could feel it in his veins.
"Bram! Stop! The Volcano! Its exploding!" Markus no longer looked big and intimidating. The air became think with black dust, and Bram turned to face the mountain. How dare these cerials lie to him his entire life. How dare they. He was, young, innocent, and they lied to him... All his life he had struggled with feeling alone...only because he really was!
"PLEASE BRAM! I WASN'T GOING TO REALLY HURT THE BIRD!" Bram could not listen, as his own pain engulfed him. The lava and rocks exploded from the volcano and flew down the hill, he turned enraged;
"LIAR! YOU LIE BECAUSE I CAN HURT YOU NOW!" tears fell from his face though his expression was livid, his teeth barred. Suddenly the stones around his neck ignited in flames. The last thing he saw, as the energy drained from his body was his brother running in fear.
When he woke Bram drug himself out of a thick layer of obsidian... all that was left of his home and family, tying some to his arm, as Vorona landed on his shoulder and the sun set. He would never forget...and never forgive himself.
Ａｒｔ
By me
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By jonnapwns da
