Death Battle: JoJo vs. Anderson, Act TwoDeath Battle: JoJo vs. Anderson, Act Two7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Weakly reaching into his coat, Anderson pulled out the single final weapon he had left that would allow him to win this battle. It was a single, long, and thick nail. But it was no ordinary nail. It was Helena's Nail, one of the nails that pierced the flesh of Jesus Christ at his crucifixion ages ago. Now, the simple pin had become a holy weapon of immense power.
Anderson no longer had the jovial look of sadism he had at the beginning of the fight. His visage was now cold and serious. A change like that was never a good sign. Gripping the Nail tightly with his single fist, Anderson raised the relic over his head...
"If I must become a Monster of God...so be it."
...And plunged it into his heart. Alexander Anderson gave out a single gasp of agonizing pain and slumped over in apparent death.
In an instant, his arm regrew itself slowly. But it did not reform from muscle, bone, and flesh; Anderson's arm regrew from a sudden arrival of thorn-cover
Feferi x Reader- Annoying Karkles!Feferi x Reader- Annoying Karkles!23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Glub glub, w)(at do you t)(ink we s)(ould do?” Feferi whispered to you, you both looking over the couch at Karkat as he typed away on his husktop. You shrugged and turned to the teenage Princess.
“Wanna annoy him?” You asked. She nodded. Slinking over to Karkat, you watched as she tapped on his shoulder.
“Uhg, what do you want?” Karkat asked, turning and looking at her. She smiled brightly and pulled him up to his feet.
“DANC-E WIT)( M-E KARKAT!” She yelled, twirling him around. You put your hand over your mouth and began to giggle.
“What?! But I don’t dance-” You pulled out your phone and began playing tango music. Karkat’s face went blank, then blood red as he and Feferi danced around the room awkwardly.
After about 5 minutes, Karkat finally pulled away and glared over at you. You waved and he stomped over to you, pulling the phone from you and turning it off.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Why Don't We Play Dress Up?There once was a little boy named Timmy. He was eight years old and in the third grade. His best friend, Abby, lived next door to him. They had been best friends forever which was great for Timmy. The other kids had always picked on him for being small and cowardly. He had Abby though and she was all he needed.Why Don't We Play Dress Up?17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
One summer afternoon Timmy’s parents were fighting as usual so he decided to go over and play with Abby. He found her sitting on her back porch curled up and crying.
“What’s wrong!” He ran to her concerned.
“Pepper got run over!” She cried and wrapped her arms around him.
Pepper was Abby’s cat that she loved for dear life. It was an old, smelly cat that Timmy always thought was one hairball away from death. But he knew what Pepper meant to his best friend and he had to cheer her up somehow. He thought long and hard as Abby cried on his shirt until an idea popped in his head.
“Why don’t we play dress up?” He gave her a s
Death Battle: JoJo vs. Anderson, Act OneDeath Battle: JoJo vs. Anderson, Act One8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Madness Abe: Alright, the votes are in and the combatants are set. Let's end this battle once and for all.
Insanus Abe: But, wait, hey! This is a moment of celebration! It's our first fight in a long ass time and the first since the reboot!
Madness: We haven't really changed much in personality, though.
Insanus: I know, but it's still a landmark. And it's also our actual Season Finale! And our first two parter! (blows into noisemaker)
Madness: Well, indeed it is. Thanks to everyone for helping us along the way and getting us this far. You guys are really the best and we really couldn't have done all this without you. But now...
Madness and Insanus: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!!
The young man's eyes opened wide in an instant and he took a sudden breath of air as he awoke. Breathing quickly, the young man looked around
Nekomancer TG (Part 1 of 5)NekomancerNekomancer TG (Part 1 of 5)19 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I get a sick feeling in my stomach every time I step outside my door. It was worse before I moved to the suburbs.
In the city, there were so many people flowing over me like rain, inundating every moment I tried to breathe. At least here in Brookville I can go for a walk in the evening fog and not expect to run into anyone. I’ve never been interested in other people.
The other guys feel like they have their own little world and code and language which confuses the shit out of me. And the girls are off in their own universe. Not that I don’t look at them.
Whenever a conversation accidentally starts because someone is just eager to talk or I gave them something they interpreted as intent to chat, I feel the bile hit me. I freeze with a hot feeling behind my ears and I grope for the nearest one-syllable word of agreement which will just shut them up.
What you can call ‘friends’ are a smattering of former co-workers, college roommates/acquaintances
~First Christmas~Something for mah snugglebuggle~~First Christmas~20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A short fluff of the Creepypasta welcoming Lubbock from Akame Ga Kill into the family via Christmas~
The green haired male scratched at his stitches as he watched the group hand out presents. As it would turn out, the pasta's celebrated Christmas early- because on the day of they all went out for a huge killing spree. The result of the spree usually ended with a news report on the "Christmas massacre", not that it made a difference to him. He wasn't one of them- not really. He was just someone one of them took pity on and brought home. A bitter look adorned his face as he turned to gaze at the woman held responsible- a golden tailed kitsune with self esteem issues. She'd found him after he'd been attacked, and had gotten friends to bring him home with her.
She'd convinced them to keep him alive. Eventually his woman came for him, and she was convinced to stay with them. He did so too, for her s
Unconscious Water.Unconscious17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That’s the first thing I remember.
Water around me, covering the lower half of my tired, aching, and freezing cold body. I hate the feeling of wet clothes against my skin; I’ve always hated it. But I can’t do anything now. I can’t pull myself from the water that laps around me. I can’t slip back in and drown. I can only lie here, too weak to even shiver as I feel the cold – feel the water.
Eventually, the feeling stopped, and my consciousness was gone.
I don’t know how much time passed before I felt the water again. My misery had not lessened, but this time my body did not feel so drained of its power. I could feel the faintest touch of sunlight on my cheek, but it was a light that was filtered through something, likely trees. My fingers curled slightly, and I felt the gritty dirt beneath my nails. My breath was shallow, but at least I was breathing.
Death Battle: Aragorn vs Jon Snow...REMATCH!!!Death Battle: Aragorn vs Jon Snow...REMATCH!!!19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roy: We have taken both combatants and analyzed them, and we have reached our verdict.
Ivan: So now, it's time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
"Lord-Commander Snow, LORD-COMMANDER SNOW!!!"
Jon quickly snapped awake from his deep sleep, slightly dazed from the cries of the vocal cries of the ranger slamming his fists on the heavy door, all while screaming his name. Jon quickly leaped out of bed, as he rushed to the door, opening it to see a distraught Ranger at eye-level.
"There's an army nearing The Wall, but it isn't Stannis's men." The worn ranger blurted out in a rush.
"White-Walkers?" Jon replied, now realizing the potential danger of the situation.
"No, they are coming from the opposite side of the wall. They claim to come from a place known as...Gondor, I believe." said the Ranger, rubbing his sweaty forehead, glistening sweat dripping from his thinning blonde hair.
"Let me get ready, I'll be right out." Jon replied before closing the doo
The Gift Of The Cobra The snow outside had been falling for a couple weeks now and a sparkly sheet of snow was blanketing the ground in near-flawless detail, leaving space for the trees to stick up here and there. Any display of light that was shown across it would reflect back the sparkling crystals that had accumulated there. Inside a large manor that was just one of many homes that made up the town of Crossroads, the decor that was associated with Christmas was in full bloom and covering the interior lavishly for the much anticipated day that would be upon the town by tomorrow morning.The Gift Of The Cobra18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Within the manor was the bustle of bodies going to and fro, setting ornaments upon a recently purchased Douglass Fir that had been set up in the middle of the living room. Ornaments were being placed here, moved over there, and every which way possible. Occasionally a string of lights would be relocated, added, or removed. Two figures were around the tree setting th
A Yuletide Waltz: An Austro-Hungarian ChristmasA Yuletide Waltz: A Christmas Tale of Nations Told Through an Austrian and Hungarian's Eyes.A Yuletide Waltz: An Austro-Hungarian Christmas9 hours ago in Historical More Like This
Outskirts of Vienna, Republic of Austria. 2014.
Roderich Edelstein groaned as he finished his cup of coffee, frowning ever so slightly as he looked at his reflection in an old mirror. With his cravat, dress shirt, walking trousers and dark shoes, his appearance was one that few of his own people would even consider wearing in this day and age. Outside of formalities, at least, the embodiment of Austria nodded quietly to himself while fixing his brown hair and the protruding Mariazell.
Though if he were more frank, his thoughts were on a half-remembered dream, a snow-covered memory over 100 years old. Wistful shades of a Christmas ball from an age of Emperors and Kings now consigned to history, perhaps the last one before it all began tumbling down.
A wintry waltz, alone. With her. The Nation sighed. It seemed almost miraculous that after the War to End All Wars and i
Galactic Guardians: Insurrection - Chapter: 1Galactic Guardians: Insurrection - Chapter: 19 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For Grandpa Ricardo...who ignited my imagination.
In a galaxy far far away, the adventure of a lifetime begins...
Chapter: 1 Final Lesson
The Haven 4:30 pm
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, MICHAEL GOLDENHEART
"We must remain brave in the face of darkness. Even if we don't see a way, we have to find a way. Listen to your heart, and that way will shine clearer than ever before." I affirmed into the mic. I stood at the central podium, finishing up my speech to the graduates of the Galactic Guardian Academy. "For when your destiny calls you, will you shy away? Will you back down in fear?....Or will you be bold, and seize the moment? As you graduate from this esteemed academy, I wish you the greatest luck in the universe, and know that you will
MC - Evil Eyes: Ch. 5Chapter 5 – The Biggest Fight of His LifeMC - Evil Eyes: Ch. 518 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Enderlox lifted his head as he heard his name and a crooked, insane grin appeared on his face as he recognized the speaker, "Oh, hello, Mitch. Nice to see you again."
Mitch growled in response, his hackles raised, "Why are you back...?"
"Now why should I answer that?" Enderlox answered, raising his blood-stained claws.
Without warning, Enderlox jumps on the Canadian, knocking him to the ground, and digs his claws into Mitch's shoulders. A roar of pain erupted from the Soul Keeper's throat as he reached up to do the same to his attacker, clawing into the flesh that was not covered in dark scales, then managed to kick him off.
Growling, Enderlox recovered his footing and sprang at his opponent again, but Mitch had moved quickly enough that he was only able to tear into the thin membrane of the Soul Keeper's wings. It caused more roars of pain and blood to flow, though. He did not stop there, though, as he whip
Revelations and Retribution EpilogueRevelations and Retribution Epilogue21 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ju-chaaaaan... Ju-chaaaaan..." called Misaki, "rise and shine, it's morning." She gently poked her cheek twice giving her a comfortable wake-up call.
"Mmm..Mmmhh... It's Sunday. J-just a few more minutes, Miii-chan," Jura stirred ever so slightly.
It'll be fine," Misaki told her, "it's just a date between the two of us today."
Jura slowly opens her eyes, "Ah, uhnnnn. Oh yes. It's supposed to... be a nice day," She slowly pulls herself up to be propped up by her arms, finally looking at Misaki.
"Hm... Mmmm… AAAAHHH!! M-M-Mi-chan??" Her eyes were wide open now after seeing something quite different in Misaki.
Misaki's hair was no longer a long, flowing beauty, but was reborn into a short, lovely hair with the purple bow still accompanying Misaki as she preferred it as her cat ears. She was also wearing a white simple dress, a present given to her by her mother, and the present she adores. Misaki was smiling brightly more than she ever had, especially with her fears cu
Twins torn Apart in Rose's thorns .:Prologue:.Twins torn Apart in Rose's thorns .:Prologue:.6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
That is how I remember the forest being as I trudged through the undergrowth that day. If you ask me then, or even now, ill still tell you the same; I don’t know why I did what I did. Fear? Anger? Resentment? Selfishness? It’ll always remain a mystery to me…but I don’t regret what I did. If I did…Id probably go mad…
And a proper she-cat does not go mad.
But…I remember the day as clearly as if it had been yesterday…I can still feel his fluffy scruff in my jaws, his pitiful mewling as the cold of the air bit his kitten-soft skin. I still remember the coldness I felt in my chest as I carried him along, and the fear that Id get caught.
I remember placing him down softly on the frosty ground, his bright golden eyes-so much like my own-blinking up at me. So innocent…so confused…I remember the faint melt in my chest-I knew I wanted him. I knew he was mine, and the moment I leave, I’d condemn him to death.
But I turn
Two of Us. Christmas. Part 1 of 2Two of Us. Christmas. Part 1 of 25 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"My Last Sunlight" alternative project.
Idea of the project: VDupLEX
Idea of the episode: Sweetly-Mad
Beta: Sweetly-Mad, mimmime, romancefreak
(Still in need of re-checking the second part of the chapter)
Characters taking part:
Zven Waldeck (in the left part of the picture)
In Russian: Two of Us. Ch.1p1 in Russian
Originally based on the "GMD" movie and the "MLS" idea
"You can do whatever you want, but this time you're not going to escape! I'll make you feel the holiday spirit! This time I won't let you celebrate Christmas alone!"
In fact, this was the first thing that Zven heard as soon as he opened the door: in front of him stood a white-furred male mouse all covered with snow; with his mischievously shining bi-colored ey