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Hewwo! I'm Jessica, but you can call me Poppet if you want :iconcatderpplz: Anywhore, feel free to look around and stuffzies. I'm hither :iconkittenplz:

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Tell-Tale Heart

“I remained to much inside my head and ended up losing my mind”
― Edgar Allan Poe

"The one who has day dream are aware of 1000 things that the one who dreams only when he sleeps will never understand."
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Yes I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight half of anxiety.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was not.”
― Edgar Allan Poe


my school had a spring concert c: i went

my sister was in it, and they had our school dancers and jazz band; had friends in that too

i really liked the jazz quartet before the jazz band *7*

due to being at school, i brought my Chrome so I could have something to do while I wait for my sister :3
  • Mood: Tired
  • Drinking: tea
Ode to Saeed

You were a kind a soul;
 a man who'd always give,
      and take very little.
Your laugh helped
     a person on the most
dreaded of days,
and enlightened on the most enjoyed.
Oh how I can remember that laugh;
if our chortling got too extreme,
  you'd sounds like a weird seal
and it'd make us laugh more.
Yes, I remember the littlest of things;
the laughter, the way you did your hair,
your smile, your puns, your personality.
I loved you dearly; you were,
   and always will be,
my best friend.
You had intelligence as well,
    and many talents.
You loved to draw,
  and I still have some to this day.
You also wrote;
    you planned to write a novel.
You were on Chapter Five,
    and I plan to finish it for you.
To say the least, it hasn't been the same.
I only cling onto the memories with dear life,
 for if I don't do so,
then I'd have no hope.
I only stay,
   because I know you'd want me to.
You knew I could do many things,
and many things I shall do,
  all for you,
my dearest friend
Funny; your name means "happy",
  yet you truly were anything but.
I mean, had you been happy,
   I wouldn't be writing this.
You seemed happy,
  and at times you truly were,
but you weren't.
Your parents, your school, your city,
your government, the international society:
   they all oppressed you, the real you;
the one I'd see.
They tore you apart,
  and when I could not be there,
they ate you alive,
  and you left me
without giving me the chance to try
  to help you, to prevent the everlasting woe.
  I'd gone to bed;
I had to get on track for the new school year,
  which started next week.
You took your life
     without saying goodbye.
My dearest Saeed,
    you were the sunshine of my life.
I still smile at your dorky pictures
   as their memories coax themselves
 out of the places I tried to hide them.
You are Happy,
    you were happy,
and hopefully you are happy now.
Ode to Saeed
Saeed was my friend from March-August 2014. I met him through one of his other friends that I'd know a lot longer. We instantly connected, and we had good times and bad times together. We would Skype whenever we could, and I still remember some of those times; they're just memories now.
He lived in the United Arab Emirates, and I live in the United States. We were oceans apart, but it felt like he was right next to me. One day, his sorrow got the best of him. His parents, school, and society had all turned against him; he committed suicide August 12th, two months after his eighteenth birthday. I had spoken to him five days before this, and he seemed fine.
With his birthday so close, I consider this an early present to him, of the sorts; to praise him for his companionship.
Feel free to completely ignore this stuff.
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"Little girl, you know that you have to call me when you get home..,' the dom began sternly, "and that means you get a punishment..."
The submissive knelt guiltily at her dominant's feet with her head bowed. She'd gone straight to a nap, and he'd awoken her moments ago. Upon yawning, the dom grabbed her wrist when she tried to conceal it. He pulled her to her feet, and she gazed up into his eyes as he spoke lowly. Softly did she bite her lip and nod slowly at his words.
"You're going to get a spanking, understand?"
In a matter of seconds, he sat in his chair and pulled her across his lap. He'd made her undress, as that was their requirement for getting in trouble. His hand rubbed the squishy soft flesh menacingly, feeling her relax yet prepare for her punishment. A smirk worked upon his lips as his large fingers clamped onto a cheek. The dominant thought her bottom appeared to be two dumplings that were desired by all, but 'twas he who could only possess them. No longer fondling her, the dom temporarily rested his hand on the back of her thigh.
"You know that I don't want to punish you, baby, but I don't want you to become a brat..."
Having said this, the man raised his hand and the sound of the hard smack broke the second of silence. His hand print lit her bum for a second; oh how he was going to change that! With a devious, ominous chuckle, his hand struck her fourteen more times.
Now, the girl didn't see this as a punishment; they both knew it wasn't. However, it was a minor disobedience that she committed, so a spanking became the sentence. Nonetheless, she endured it, both sets of cheeks lighting up with each swing. When twenty-five blows glowed on her buttocks, the daddy stopped. He bent over and gave each cheek a harsh bite, then gave five more spankings.
"D-Daddy..," was a soft moan that escaped at the official final smack. The submissive covered her mouth, but the dominant pulled them down.
"Does kitty want a reward for being a good girl during her punishment?'
Eagerly did she nod, and swiftly did he comply. His fingers slid teasingly to her nether region, playing in the sticky, wet juices in her folds. The man couldn't help but rub the throbbing, sensitive bud, which made her gasp and shiver. Slow was his pace, and the fingertips swirled in various directions. Although his touch was light, the daddy dom felt her quiver. With a smirk did he slide his fingers into her.
No more. The dom's fingers penetrated roughly, his knuckles getting damp from his baby girl's juices. He grinned cheekily as he pulled her hair in order to look his slutty kitten directly at her face. His fingers flew in and out, curled slightly to dig up into that sweet spot he knew would drive her insane shortly.
"Who's Daddy's little whore?"
Her face: pleasure-stricken and letting its lips spew cries of ecstasy. He chuckled, tossing her head down again and giving her ass a smack again. As the whines got higher and the wet noises increased, the dominant brought his other hand down between her thighs. It went for her nub, and the submissive squirt all over his lap in a matter of seconds, panting hard.
The woman's eyed rolled back, she tensing and clinging onto the armrest of the man's chair. Her toes curled, and a small string of drool began dripping. She just loved getting her spankings...
"My, my, kitten... You got Daddy's nice pants all wet with your kitty juice... We're gonna fix that, aren't we?"
Wobbly did she rise, then quickly kneel. The submissive undid his pants and took off the rest of his clothes as well. She sat on the floor while waiting for his next order; she trembled in anticipation, and he smirked.
The dom gently pet the woman, cupping her chin in his palm. Leaning down, then, did he kiss her forehead and smirked. When he pulled away, the man rose and started walking away from the aroused baby girl.
"Daddy, where are you going?"
He smirked cruelly as he poured himself a drink.
"Darling, this is the final part of your punishment~"
She paled, and began to gather up his clothes. The real punishment? Abstinence.
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Kitten in Distress

"Kitten, I'm home..."
The dominant waltz into the abode, grinning. His kitten was suppose to be out by now; the fact that she wasn't, worried him. When he called for her a second time and she did not answer, he dropped his stuff, immediately striding deeper into their home.
"Baby girl?! Where are you..?"
He threw his coat on the sofa and loosened his tie, running to the bedroom. The man found her there, in the bed, looking up at him weakly and with tears. The dom sat beside her, looking for the cause of this. His eyes were gentle yet strong as he gazed about her person. Once she whimpered, he took her into his arms.
"There, there, kitty... It's gonna be okay... Why did you do this?"
She just glanced up at him with her tears, and he nodded his head in understanding. The man rubbed her back, letting her cry and try to wake up. He stopped rubbing her back and grabbed the pill bottle on the pillow. After reading the bottle, he nuzzled her forehead softly.
"My kitten, you cannot abuse your medication... That is not how you get better..."
"... I-I... I-"
"I know..."
The couple just sat there, just holding one another. With a struggle did she wrap her arms around his neck. He smiled faintly as he gave her head a kiss. Rising from the bed, the dominant dressed her and combed her hair. He took out a present from his pocket: a new ribbon. A faint glimmer from her eyes expressed her gratitude, and he smiled. When her hair was all braided, the man put on her shoes. He saw that she wanted to make an effort to stand on her own; when she tried and failed, he showed her that he acknowledged the effort.
"Nice try, baby... I gotta take you to the hospital..."


She'd been admitted, and he never left her side. As she laid there, waiting for the drugs to be totally flushed, she gently squeezed his hand. The submissive didn't mean for it to happen. She was only going to take a few, but then her hand poured half the bottle out. When she swallowed, the woman knew that it would have been only a matter of time before it would be the end; how fortunate that her daddy could come and save her. Little whimpers still squeaked from the woman as she looked over at him, about to cry once more.
She didn't mean for this to happen. The kitten just... didn't want to continue on with her life. Sure, she loved her husband dearly, and was eager for their infant adopted child to be born into the world in May, but she just couldn't anymore. Any and everything of what was there before, now gone. Constantly tired was she, and her eyes never seemed to be dry. Everyone had left her; she had no one left, but her beau. He was her lover, husband, caretaker. He was everything to her, and how did she repay him; nearly overdosing on antidepressants?
"It's alright, kitten..."
The man understood her woe and sorrow. He knew, and tried to help her all he could. The dominant gentleman kissed her temple and rubbed her arm consolingly. When the doctor came in with her papers, he looked rather grim.
"This is the second time, missy..," he chided softly, which made him pale due to the dominant's low growl of protectiveness.
The submissive simply nodded. She eased herself into the wheelchair and looked at the wall blankly while her hands were neatly folded in her lap. Her dom signed the release papers and they left silently.


"A-Are you mad at me?"
They had made it home. The woman sat in their bed, all tucked in and cozy. The man laid beside her, kissing her shoulder. At the time, the clocks in the home stuck eleven. He nuzzled her ear softly as he responded with a loving, gentle tone.
"No, darling, I'm not... Why would I be? You're okay, and that's all that matters right now..."
She nodded, snuggling up to him. However, she didn't feel like it was okay, and continued pressing the issue. After many tedious inquiries, he relented, and told her his true thoughts about the current situation they faced.
"I'm not mad, dove, just disappointed. You were doing so good, and I planned to take you out this evening. I thought you were improving... If I need to take you to an infirmary, I will, darling, and I'd come visit you everyday. I just want to see you happy again, so little Isabel can see your beautiful smile..."
At this point, she sobbed yet again. The dominant soothed her, kissing her shoulder and neck. His hands softly caressed her sides. As he consoled, the man hummed lightly in her ear. Only when she stopped her river of tears did he kiss her. It was a sweet, tentative kiss.
"I love you, baby girl..."
The kitten, no longer in distress, snuggled her to her daddy dom and they fell asleep.
Kitten in Distress
Another DDLG thingy for y'all; a bit more loving than sensual, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy it c:

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MyEndingDiary Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hi there! Thank you for the :+fav: :D
roadkillKitten Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2015
Hey you!! Thank you for the watch! Very much appreciated. :hug:
JA-Lashley Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the fav :D
DalekCaanII Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the favorite! ^-^
tommyboywood Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
thanks poppet
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