Derpig Dumpje

Hier smijt ik even alles neer en experimenteer ik met stuffsels.

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There had never been one happy moment in my life. I was a grieving soul on earth, not able to find happiness in life and only able to find all the bad things. Bad happenings were attracted to me. There always seemed to occur some sort of accident whenever I was near, whether it were bullies or sudden car-accidents. I attracted evil, I was evil. That was what they told me. And ''they'' may seem like another word for ''everyone'', but truly, nearly everyone shared the same thoughts. I was an evil kid, the son of Satan, the black cat around the corner. They would run away from me, they would never talk to me or give me one small chance to introduce myself, as if they were afraid of me. And when I think back, I think they were really afraid of me.
Why all the prejudices, you might wonder. Well, that had something to do with my situation at home. My mother, Claire Solveig was a prostitute. She never finished secondary school and dropped out in her senior year, because of her pregnancy. My father, Jake Rhine, was a guy who was handling in drugs. He was a really dark figure, always hit my mother and even hit me when I was a toddler. He taught me wrong things, very wrong things. My childhood had been anything but happy. I went to primary school but the kids would avoid me for my looks and character: I was always dressed in black, old and ripped clothing and they would never even care to talk or play with me. Not that they could. I was a silent child, never raising my voice to say anything. I always sat in class and it was like I was a ghost. No one would see me, no one would hear me and no one would actually care. I was a loner, and I still am a loner. A loner is fated to remain lonely.

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'We're sorry, mister Rhine. We couldn't find clues on her disappearance, not one clue after months of searching. It means that we're dealing with an exceptionally good criminal. And sadly, we have run out of options. We're truly sorry, but we are dropping the case. It is best if you presume her dead and... continue with your--'
SLAM.
The sound of a loud thud echoed through the small room, slowly dying away and leaving a painful silence. Only to be interrupted by a loud scream, shattering glass and more thuds around the room, wrecking up the entire arrangement of the room. The table was flipped, the couch was thrown on it's side and every vase and mirror in the room laid in shatters, soiled by blood, on the ground. The only sound left was the panting of a dark-haired man, who was leaning on a table, trying to catch his breath, sweat across his forehead and neck.
'Goddamn it...' he panted, clenching his fist.

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'How many fingers... am I holding up, England?'

His voice sounded frightened... He feared what the older nation feared the most... It wasn't death, neither pain. Pain was something they experienced a lot. Over the years there hasn't been a single year in which they didn't fight. Every year those battles... the blood, the gore... Horrifying pictures... The pictures that conquered their minds as they slept. They knew how to sneak into their dreams... But as time passed, the images slowly faded away. They had to, they couldn't just remain in their minds. There were battles to be fought, decisions to be taken. There was just no other decision than to forget everything...

Death was just another thing. The day they entered this house, the blonde Englishman already sensed a sinister atmosphere. One that sent shivers down his spine. His instincts told him to leave, to not hang around too much. With those thoughts he went to the second floor to explore it with France... And what he feared the most at that moment happened... The house captured them like birds in a cage with no way out. No single window would open, no lock would be unlocked. They were locked in the house... And even at this moment, England could say: ''Didn't I tell you guys that something was not right!? Didn't I tell you that we should leave as quickly as possible?'' But of course, his words would be in vain...

'You can answer, can you? If you ... can see...'

Still, England couldn't decide which was worse.

'I'm sorry, America...' He gasped loudly, trying to push out the words he wanted to say. It was as if some invisible hand tried to strangle him, it's hand surrounding his airtube which made it nearly impossible to breathe. With all his might, he whispered the following words: 'I can... no longer see.'

His dull green eyes could just guess the emotion on America's face. He knew that the younger nations eyes were already clouded with tears. This was just what America had feared... He knew that England's magic was powerful but all powerful magicians had their limits. And England had just exceeded that limit. It was the same as back then, when he used up all of his magic powers which made him blind for a few hours. In those few hours, America could feel the fear conquer his body and mind, unsure of the destiny of his ally. Luckily, the Englishman's sight restored itself after a couple of hours.

Even so, England was too determined to defeat the monster, to show him that his magic power was a lot more powerful than he thought. He'd show America that there was not only one hero. But, there was only one thing that England didn't know: America already knew how powerful he was. He had known England for ages, since he was just a kid and when he was raised by big brother England. They knew each other very well. America knew of England's temper, he knew of his time as a pirate, he knew the taste of his yucky food(who didn't?) and he knew that England cared for him, even if he acted like he didn't. But he did. And England also knew a lot about America. Still, there was one fact that he tend to forget. He acted like a dork, was often scolded as goofball or bloody wanker, but his actions didn't take away the fact that he actually had a mind of his own. His skull wasn't filled with hamburgers, as England said. If only America had talked to him about it... If only he had not acted so recklessly...

'E-England...' His voice came out crackily and as England already predicted: His blue eyes were filled with tears. They had gone through this situation already, England had experienced this blindness before. Still America couldn't help but cry. The magic he had used... America did have in mind that England could blast an army of those monsters away with his magic but never, never he had felt so much power. It was nearly frightening that his friend had such strength. But now America felt... Nothing. It was all gone, as if it had never existed.

'Why...?' he whispered, moving forward and putting his hands on his shoulders. 'Why did you do this, England!? Why did you use up all of your magic!? W-Why...' He tilted his head down, shut his eyes very tightly. Salty tears rolled down his pale cheeks. He could taste them on his lips, a warm but salty flavour...

'A-Alfred...'

Thanks so much, peertje <3
~~En derpy oneshots die ik ooit heb geschreven.~~

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''When the sun has set, no candle can replace it''

''Back zhen, I also wore glasses. I alvays had poor eyesight and I was - I still am - allergic to a certain substance in the fluid for lenses. So I basically didn't have a choice, exzept for surgery but I was too young for that. So with my glasses, I was the perfect target for bullies. Schweinehunds! Zhey took my glasses from me and made me search for them, zhey broke zhem twice and zhey gave me schtupid names. People would laugh at me back zhen as if zhey saw a clown riding a donkey. Oh, zhey should see me now, zhose dummkopfs.''

''And the shadow of the day will embrace the world in grey''
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''I'm gonna fight 'em off, a seven nation army couldn't hold me back.''

I like dis one moar~

''They're gonna rip it off, takin' their time right behind my back.''
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Als ''WHICH ONEEEEE?'' een vraag was waarop antwoord verwacht werd en geen retorische vraag:
De eerste. Dan kunnen we z'n tong met zn allen bewonderen en bang zijn voor de dokter en niet meer naar de ziekenzaal durven xD

En als het geen vraag was: Jammer dan, ze zijn pretty :}

Het was een vraag eigenlijk xD
Maar hmh, zo worden mensen wel mooi bang van hem =w= wat eigenlijk wel een beetje de image is die ik voor hem wil, ook al is ie zelf like "FFFT SCHIJTLUIZEN IK DOE GEEN ENE SHIT TENZIJ JE ME ECHT OP MIJN ZENUWEN WERKT"

Laat me gwnlekker jouw dumptopic infiltreren én onderspammen, Ruuzje xD
It's my duty~~
Die bovenste past gwn perfect bij het scary beeld iig.
En nu wil ik August op z'n zenuwen werken om de creep in hem te zien x'D

I don't mind

Maar mweeeh, ik vind zijn ogen in het tweede osje zo pretty. Daarom dus de dilemma xD
En oh, dat komt nog wel heur~ You'll see.

⊰ The wicked flee when no man pursueth ⊱

''I filled my cup with the Rising of the sea
And poured it out in an Ocean of Debris,''

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Whoop.

Sometimes I hear you Calling from
a Lost and Distant shore

Ehm... Tja. *crap met html*

Wij mensen willen altijd wel iets. Sommigen verlangen naar eeuwige vrijheid, sommigen naar een succesvolle baan, anderen naar geluk in het leven. Levensbehoeften die langzaam maar zeker vervuld worden door de keuzes die gemaakt worden. Geen sprake van predestinatie, noch gevangenschap door het lot zelf.
Pastoor August Faust verbrandde deze ideeën. De man van 40, werkzaam in de katholieke kerk, volgde de regels in de bijbel klakkeloos op. Niet alleen klakkeloos, maar ook strict. Geen seks voor het huwelijk, elk jaar vasten, elke dag bidden. En hoewel een man zo ook zijn behoeften heeft, had pastoor August er geen moeite mee. Hij was een man van staal met een hart van ijs. Toch wist een prachtige dame dat hart te laten smelten tijdens kerkdienst. August was al vlug te vinden op zijn eigen bruiloft, zijn vrouw aan zijn zijde. Behoeftes namen over, wensen kwamen erbij, en al vlug hielden ze hun eigen vlees en bloed in hun armen: Augustine Zepheniah Franz Faust Junior.

Veel over zijn babytijd heeft August niet gehoord. Niet dat het wat speciaals was. Hij groeide op als elke normale baby, werd uiteraard gedoopt en was nooit echt alleen. Zijn moeder werkte niet in die tijd, dus aan ouderlijke liefde lag hij niet achter. Hij was eigenaardig stil, maar dat schoof zijn moeder af op zichzelf, omdat zij ook erg stil was.
August's ouders stuurden de jongen naar een katholieke basisschool, waar ze strenge regels hadden. Ze moesten uniformen aan, bidden voor het eten, elke dag naar de kerk en zoveel mogelijk het christendom aanleren bij de kinderen. August had niks te zeggen op de regels van zijn ouders en school, dus ging hij maar mee met alles. Zo vervelend vond hij het eigenlijk niet eens. Het vervelende was wel dat bepaalde kinderen lak hadden aan de regels en zich op een brutale manier gingen richten op anderen, zodat zij een soort autoriteit zouden vormen. Helaas voor August was hij gedoemd om het doelwit te worden.

''Back zhen, I also wore glasses. I alvays had poor eyesight and I was - I still am - allergic to a certain substance in the fluid for lenses. So I basically didn't have a choice, exzept for surgery but I was too young for that. So with my glasses, I was the perfect target for bullies. Schweinehunds! Zhey took my glasses from me and made me search for them, zhey broke zhem twice and zhey gave me schtupid names. People would laugh at me back zhen as if zhey saw a clown riding a donkey. Oh, zhey should see me now, zhose dummkopfs.''

Over het gepest sprak August nooit. Eigenlijk deed het hem ook vrij weinig. Hij zag zichzelf altijd als een individu, iemand die geen vrienden nodig had. Voor zijn leeftijd was August erg nuchter. Hij liep bijna altijd een jaar voor, in tegenstelling tot zijn leeftijdsgenoten. Daarbij had hij geen speciale behoeften als speelgoed of dergelijke. Hij was al blij als hij een boek had en een glas melk. Zijn ouders verboden hem eigenlijk om boeken te lezen die niet over geloof gingen, bang dat hij zou afwijken van zijn pad, maar August leende altijd boeken uit de bibliotheek en las ze stiekem in zijn kamer voor het slapengaan of soms nog tot diep in de nacht onder zijn dekens. De boeken waren vooral simpele romans, ongeveer 100 pagina's lang, maar ze waren voor August erg leerzaam en interessant. Later werden het wat heftigere dingen, omdat romans hem begonnen te vervelen. Al op jonge leeftijd vulde hij zijn hoofd al met ietwat lugubere dingen voor een klein kind. Echter, de kennis en zijn nuchterheid zorgde er dan ook voor dat hij zichzelf uit de problemen kon halen op die leeftijd.

Op een dag, toen hij naar de kerk ging om naar de pastoor te luisteren - niet zijn vader, die werkte in een andere kerk, werd hij op de proef gesteld. Toendertijd zat August in het koor met andere jongens en zongen ze de psalmen daar. Zijn vader wou dit, zodat hij echt deel was van de kerk en later op kon stromen als hij ouder was, tot hij pastoor zou worden. Na afloop wou de pastoor August iets speciaals geven, dus volgde kleine August hem naar een lege ruimte. Hij dacht dat hij een cadeautje zou krijgen of een soort taak. De pastoor kwam dichterbij... Iets te dichtbij. Véél te dichtbij. Voor hij het wist stond hij al tegen de muur met de pastoor voor hem, die hem duidelijk niets anders dan ellende ging geven.

''Ugh, he was so foul, so disgusting... I can not form words to describe how horrible he was. But I was lucky zhat day. Really lucky. Where other kids might not have escaped it, due to lack of knowledge or right sense of mind, I managed to do it. Zhere was zhis vase next to me while he... eugh, touched me. So I saw zhat option and I took it. I took zhe vase and smashed it on his head. I did not feel zhe slightest sting of guilt as he fell to zhe floor. His fault, he shouldn't have laid his filthy fingers on me.''

Het liep niet af zoals de pastoor het wou, maar uiteindelijk weer wel. Door de hersenschudding die hij had gekregen en zijn woede jegens August, verbande hij het kind van de kerk en mocht hij er niet meer komen. Zijn ouders waren woedend op August, ook al had hij de reden verteld. Ze geloofden hem niet, want een pastoor zou niet zomaar liegen over wat er gebeurd was. August heeft er sindsdien nooit meer over gepraat. Hij werd naar een andere kerk gestuurd, maar door het incident nam hij voor een tijdje afstand van de kerk, ging er niet meer naar toe en spijbelde tijdens de kerkuren. Zo ontstond er langzaam een breuk tussen hem en zijn geloof. Hij geloofde nog wel, dat zeker, maar hij was er niet meer zo mee bezig na het incident.

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Just dumpin'

[RPG] Xavier Suleiman from Ruuzje on 8tracks Radio.

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Misschien toekomstig setje. I dunno.

Derpig Dumpje 2rm5jpu

Le throw.

Just dumpin'

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WHoo, mix is done. Nog twee te gaan~

Volgende is ook al af xD

[ U N R A V E L ]

Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.

Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.

In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.

I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.

All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Ik probeerde iets.
Ik faalde.
Maar ik wou dit plaatje per se ergens gebruiken.
SO BACK TO ZHE HOVERS THEN.

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