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Rhyddfynegiant - Free Expression in Welsh-EnglishBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.comRhyddfynegiant - Free Expression in Welsh-English by *Chicky-the-Dragon
Rhyddfynegiant – Free Expression (in Cymraeg/Welsh and English/Saesneg)
Cymraeg (Welsh)
Ein gobaith yw byw!
Syflyd ar efo amser
gan cysgod
gafael ni dim mwy.
Rhyddid yw ein hawl!
Gwrthryfela erbyn anghyfiawnder
a tynhau ein cyfeillgarwch
yn tywyllwch.
Breuddwydio o yn well amgylchiad
dros ni ein hunain a
ein pobl.
Ymladd dros dyn da achos -
Dros rhyddfynegiant!
Oherwydd pobl
meddu emosiwn,
eich bod yn gwybod.
English (Saesneg)
Our hope is alive!
Move on with time
because shadows
hold us no more.
Freedom is our right!
Rebel against injustice
and tighten our friendships
in dark
2011-2012 New Years EveBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com2011-2012 New Years Eve by *Chicky-the-Dragon
2011-2012 New Years Eve
Goodbye 2011,
it's been quite a run.
Think about all
that we have done.
Ring in a New Year
of uncertain cheer!
What has been loved
and lost
we cannot forget
those we love
the most.
2012 is not the end
(no matter what damners say!)
Find your way through the night
because only you can make your
future RIGHT!
Hetalia - AusHun - High NotesBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.comHetalia - AusHun - High Notes by *Chicky-the-Dragon
Hetalia – AusHun – High Notes
Written for miso-mantou
Miss Hungary was a very pretty lady with flowing chestnut hair, complete with a floral accessory, and a poofed-out dress that made her look more innocent than she actually was.
Underneath her housewife exterior, she was a fierce warrior. Right now she was sweeping Austria's piano room because they had been away this weekend for a romantic Italian holiday. Dust accumulates and Austria complained about allergies, although she did not quite believe that his allergies were more than a figment of his imagination. Still, she swept away without
050. RedBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com050. Red by *Chicky-the-Dragon
050. Red
Robin
Robin stared at the black costume with a red cross-shape across the chest and hood. He sighed tiredly as he locked it away, never to let it see the light of day again. As far as he was concerned, Red X was dead.
049. KissBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com049. Kiss by *Chicky-the-Dragon
049. Kiss
Beast Boy
The sea glistens on Jump City's coastline and seagulls caw into the night. The sun is beginning to set, alighting the city in a comforting glow. A young couple stroll across the golden beach, chatting quietly as if they are the only ones on this planet.
Garfield suddenly stops and drags his girlfriend close to his body, capturing her into a blissful kiss.
048. MagicBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com048. Magic by *Chicky-the-Dragon
048. Magic
Raven
It was like something out of a classic Disney film. Books were flying all over the place, mops were cleaning the hardwood floors, shelves righted themselves by their own free-will and all of the dishes were being washed by some unseen entity.
Whilst all of this was going on in Titans Tower, a young teen with short-length hair put on her cloak and carried a CD into the living area.
This was going to be the best Halloween party ever!
047. ArgueBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com047. Argue by *Chicky-the-Dragon
047. Argue
Batman and Robin
Robin clenches his fists tightly at his sides as he glowers at the ominous, dark figure looming over him. He snarls and is the first to break the silence.
'So,' he challenges, gaining a twitch in response from the other. 'You want to talk? Fine, let's talk.'
The older cloaked male is none other than Batman, the self-proclaimed protector of Gotham City. He scowls at his protégé and crosses his arms to mean business. 'Robin, what have I told you about taking things for granted? Alfred is very upset that you refused to attend his birthday party yesterday. If ther
046. RowingBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com046. Rowing by *Chicky-the-Dragon
046. Rowing
Cyborg and Raven
'Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream! If you see a crocodile, don't forget to scream!'
'Lovely, Cyborg,' Raven droned sarcastically as the two teenagers were dragged down the stream by the undercurrents as they sat in their canoes.
'Thanks, Rae!' Cyborg cheered, feeling way too pleased for himself as they headed towards the waterfall. Raven sighed in boredom as her friend launched into another lame song designed for kiddie campfire gatherings.
Their canoes tipped over at the edge of the very steep waterfall. Cyborg's eyes were alight with excitement whereas Ra
045. Time TravelBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com045. Time Travel by *Chicky-the-Dragon
045. Time Travel
Raven
Ha! Eureka! She had managed it after so, so long!
Raven – Rachel Roth – had found a spell for time travel!
There were so many things that she could do with that power. Prevent embarrassing situations, gain the upper-hand over Slade, prank the others... No, darn it, she was thinking like Beast Boy and that was unacceptable.
She had spent such a huge amount of time trying to unlock the spell that she had no clue what she would do with that kind of power. It was incredibly risky. Those guys who were deep into science-fiction knew their stuff. One change in the past co
044. CharityBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com044. Charity by *Chicky-the-Dragon
044. Charity
Teen Titans
It was a lovely day and everyone was out and about in Jump City to bask in the sunshine. The Teen Titans, sensational young superheroes of the area, had agreed that this time was as good as any to raise some money for local charities with a wholesome bake sale.
Beast Boy baked some oatmeal cookies by the dozen because for some reason he was craving them that week. Raven had to remind him to save the majority for the sales or he would be an epic failure that deserved to be tormented for the rest of the week. Beast Boy complied but only because he wanted to donate his earnings tow
Hetalia - A Wee Good Deed - Part 4By chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.comHetalia - A Wee Good Deed - Part 4 by *Chicky-the-Dragon
Hetalia – A Wee Good Deed – Part 4
Written for AskBonnefoy
A week passed and François' injury was healing nicely. He was concerned that his parents hadn't sent someone to find him yet (or they had and the search party had become lost in the unfamiliar Scottish forest). The poor child was becoming homesick and his temporary guardian, Allistor, was starting to notice him sulking.
François was sitting outside of Allistor's hut, tying the stems of wild flowers together into a type of lei. This is what the Scot returned home to after hunting small animals for supper. He crouched dow
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