Also put up a picture of myself.
No, I'm not that serious, it was just the only "cool" picture I had.
A gift from DannyA gift from Danny by ~Sunwurm
A Gift From Danny
a Doom Patrol fanfic
"What about jewellery?"
"There are no jewellery stores open now!"
The man stretched out his hands in exasperation. "Let's just buy that box of chocolates! We need to be at Carol's place in an hour!"
"I'm not giving my sister a box of chocolates for her birthday! She'd never let me hear the end of it!"
The man sighed and walked along the street. It was starting to get empty.
"Mabel! Look at that!" He tugged his wife's arm and pointed to a side street, with a row of inviting little shops.
"What, George?" She turned her head. "I've never seen that street before. They must have rebuilt the city since the last time we went out."
George sighed and kept shut.
"Let's look at it", Mabel said and turned towards the street. "Most of the shops are probably closed now, but if we're lucky..."
George glanced at the sign. 'Danny St'. When did they start using people's first names for streets?
Mabel went up to the first store on the street and peered up at the sig
Numli's wardsNumli's wards by ~Sunwurm
It is said that Numli, an avatar of the goddess Deran, who guarded the deep forests of the giant continent of Alash, once found and cared for a race of small furry creatures, that built their nests in the branches of the tall trees. Over time, Numli saw their numbers slowly dwindling. There were birds who liked the same fruits as them, and burrowers who digged for the same roots as them, and the little furry creatures could not compete. As the other animals became more numerous, the furry creatures were slowly being pushed back. There were also wolf-like creatures with sharp teeth and claws who took every chance to devour them when they ventured down onto the ground, and other creatures, larger than themselves, who climbed the trees and ruined their nests.
So Numli appeared to them and sang, and they listened to her voice, because no creatures in the forest were afraid of her. And with her singing, she led a number of them up into the hills, to a city abandoned a long time ago by a for
Ages of LifeAges of Life by ~Sunwurm
Since the very first dawn, the earth was covered with living things of all shapes and sizes. Even if one race died, another would soon take its place, and barely a corner of the Great House was empty. From the deepest layers of the sea, to the highest reaches of the sky, its creatures flew and swam and crawled and swarmed and burrowed.
There were insects smaller than a speck of dust, and trees so huge they shaded mountains. There were creatures that were as numerous as flies, and those which consisted of one single being in each generation. There were species who had to live their lives and bear children within a few hours of a day, and those who walked the earth for ages, watching other races come and go.
All of them ate and slept and loved and died, all in their own manner. As well as the trees that were content with digging their roots into the dirt and basking in the sun, there were races that waged wars and formed kingdoms. As well as beings who only thought of food and procreatio
The scarred EarthThe scarred Earth by ~Sunwurm
The Earth lay pristine, a gleaming pearl among the diamonds and rubies that were the stars. Seas covered every inch of its surface, and land was nowhere to be seen. This was the time when Leskin, the earth-shatterer, was conceived, hidden deep inside the Earth-mother's womb, placed there by the passionate touch of Lukine.
Leskin had inherited the violent nature of Lukine. He kicked inside the womb, and a huge scar appeared on the Earth-mother, which the seas could not cover. This was the first land. He rocked inside Oris, and deprived of balance, the earth-mother started spinning, so the light of the sun danced across her face. And with each kick, the land broke into smaller pieces, drifting across the seas.
Alfima saw this, and certain that Oris would die if Leskin broke out of her womb, she sent Bashuba the heavy to guard her. Bashuba embraced the earth-mother, and in his tight grip, nothing could shatter her. Her movements became slow and steady, and Leskin's violent rockings became