i'm proud of you. | oikawa toorui'm proud of you. | oikawa tooru6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“―Uwah..!! [Name]-chan, don't scare me like that!” Oikawa huffed, crossing his arms. A laugh escapes from your lips, and you motioned for him to scoot over to give you some space to sit. Frowning, Oikawa grudgingly scooted back and you took the seat beside him. “What? You're not even going to say 'Thank you'? I honestly think that you're spending too much time with Iwa-chan.” The brunette slowly averted his gaze at you ― and he wasn't in the least surprised when he figured out that you weren't listening to him. He nudged your rib gently, “[Name]-chan, is there something wrong? Did you fail your English test again? That's alright. It's not like we're good at English anyway, so it's fine.”
“Hmm, no, that's not why I'm here.” You hummed. “Thanks for the.. ah, encouraging words, though.”
He shrugged, “So, why are you here?”
“Geez, it sounds like you want me to go away or some
The Hungry GiantessThe giant woman smirked down at her prey--the little human was blissfully unaware of her presence. She’d seen him wander off from his group of friends, and decided that it was a prime time to go hunting for a little late-night snack.The Hungry Giantess16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A low, rumbling growl emitted from her bare belly, and she hastily brought a hand up to her stomach in an attempt to soothe it.
Shut up, she thought agitatedly. If you keep on making noises, he’ll notice!
It seemed that her stomach understood, and decided to only rumble noiselessly against her palm while it desperately tried to digest itself.
Ever since the warfare had been waged against her kind, she’d been finding less and less humans. Now, she had never exactly been a big fan of eating humans, and had preferred to eat different types of meat, such as deer and other creatures. But the humans had deemed the giants a threat, and had started to engage warfare against them. Ever since it started, she had been finding less and less of her no
FNaF 3 Night 6 Article Reveals More Than Thought!Five Nights at Freddy's 3 - Night 6 victory article- Blurred text around the border!FNaF 3 Night 6 Article Reveals More Than Thought!10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
*(Keep in mind that this is what Skywardsister, Peacelovesmiley51, and I could translate)*
Here is some of what Scott has revealed about the series in the outer border of the newpaper article presented to the player when they complete the night 6.
Top: "Fun Fact: The names Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy were just nicknames while I worked on the characters. I was planning on giving them official names later but had grown very fond of them by the time the game was done."
Upper Left: "Looking back on so many of my old games, I've found that there is almost always a broken-down robot in them. I'm not sure why this seems to be such a recurring theme in my games, but it's obvious that it's something haunting me."
Middle Left: "Before I began work on FNaF, I had to choose what game to make out of three potential games, knowing it might be my last try before having to start a new career. I was choosing betwee
FictionalismFictionalism18 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
Throughout time, humans have created numerous ways of telling stories. We developed art from charcoal and crude paints. We've refined animalistic grunts into something more defined and coherent. We created written languages to keep our voices heard when we can no longer speak. Music was formed when we discovered rhythm and harmonics. Whether it's through pictures, speech, writing, music, or anything else, humans can't help but tell stories. It is my belief that this is what we were designed for: creation. The stories we make and share aren't just some simple thing that ends when you stop telling them. They are real worlds. Alternate dimensions that we've created by merely thinking.
The Gods that humans have worshiped over the ages have been many things. Malevolent, benevolent, constructive, destructive, and various shades of grey in between. They build each other up and tear each other down, while other look on from the sidelines. A description that fits the human race perfectly.
France x reader Roll to meFrance x reader Roll to me21 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
b/f/n ~ best friends name
I sigh.I was at b/f/n which was my best friend and it was her wedding.While I was I thought I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.I smile a bit.As I turn my head to see my boyfriend Francis."what is wrong?"He says as he nuzzle my neck.I giggle a little.
"nothing just thinking." We sway."about what?" "Mm nothing."We sway a little more.He kisses me after a while.Then one song In particular comes on."Roll to me". "May I have this dance?"Francis asks.i smile and simply accept.
We go in the middle of the dance floor.I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his around my waist.We sway and he begins to sing to me.
" Look around your world, pretty baby
Is it everything you'd hoped it'd be?
The wrong guy, the wrong situation
The right time to roll to me
Roll to me
And look into your heart, pretty baby
Is it aching with some nameless need?"
I smile as a giggle escapes my lips but he continues .
"Is there something wrong and you can't put
realism at seven:twenty-seven in the morning"i just want to clarify, that, from the other day, i have no intentions of killing myself."realism at seven:twenty-seven in the morning2 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
"yeah, i understand that. i didn't think you did."
"i was expecting you to be worried though, i saw it all over your face."
"i wasn't so much worried as i was confused. you were getting all deep and philosophical out of nowhere. you were one dude the night before and something totally different the next day."
"i've always been this same guy, dad. i think about this stuff all the time. everyday i think about it."
"every young man, every young artist, everyone has had these thoughts before. you're not the only one."
"i know that..."
"like any young artist, i've had these thoughts too. i was the same way."
"i'm aware of that. that-- to tell me that, that was never my point."
"i was just confused as to what was going on monday."
"i just had thoughts and i was talking about it. i wasn't looking for advice or some sort of guidance or whatever, i was just telling you how i felt."
"and that's the whole
A villainous educationPeople are sheep.A villainous education22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was lesson one, the very first thing that Concepto had learned under the tutelage of Psycho-Tyrant, his mentor in all things. To realize that the mass could be herded through various ways into thinking certain things, acting in specific manners and reacting in a pattern that could be repeated ad infinitum was to get out of the mold. A person smart enough to understand how the machine worked could make it work to its advantage, the villainous sidekick thought, as he had yet to prove himself to his morally challenging tutor.
The test was simple: get in a crowded area, corrupt some people without being seen or arrested, then get out of there. Concepto, in his general appreciation of such a simple task, had a plethora of choice left for him. He could lose himself in a mall, check out some people in an airport, go into a hospital and make it so weakened people would agree with him unconditionally. All those ideas, though, were far too easy or symbolically unsatisfying
Gary X Reader .I'm Sorry.Gary X Reader .I'm Sorry.4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gary x Reader .I'm Sorry.Gary’s pov
I gritted my teeth both in anger and jealousy as I saw (Name) giggling happily. One would think that with my big inflated ego, this would be nothing but karma must have hated me this bad. Why?
She’s giggling with her boyfriend, Ash Ketchum.
It’s like rubbing salt on all of my wounds every time I see them doing anything cheesy couples do. Then again…
It was my fault that she’s not by my side anymore.
I looked down to my Umbreon as I remember my own foolishness as I broke the heart of the person I love the most.
It was snowing in Viridian City which is a rare thing to happen but loved by the citizens. I texted (Name) to meet me up at the Pokémon center outside without giving any reason. She loves me too much she doesn’t even bother asking why and just go straight ahead as I directed. Me and some of my classmates that are in my clique snickered as my “girlfriend” passed by. Yes, with quotati
SWR: Fire Across The Galaxy ReviewSWR: Fire Across The Galaxy Review8 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hey everyone. Here’s the review of the final Rebels episode of this season. Enjoy!
I don’t know if I said it in ‘Fighter Flight’ but I did guess that the stolen Tie Fighter might actually be brought up again considering that it’s left incredibly vague as to what happened to it. It’s definitely a nice call-back and gives some significance to what was the seasons weakest episode overall.
What WAS surprising was that Sabine knew about it too and Ezra had allowed her to paint it, no doubt as a hobby and something to express herself with. I thought that was a nice little thing between her and Ezra. Does make me wonder though if they’ll actually do anything with Ezra’s not-very subtle feelings for her next season.
So when I remembered that this place was the scene of the infamous Anakin Vs Obi-Wan duel, I figured the episode would take place on the actual planet itself. Instead however it’s...just on
Amalgamation - Chapter 22, The VowAmalgamation - Chapter 22, The Vow9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect, Dragon Age
Characters: Alistair, Duncan, Wynne, Kaidan Alenko, James Vega, Morrigan, Flemeth
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Bioware.
Chapter Twenty Two - The Vow
Bolting upright, I gasped for air as though I had been drowning, a violent cough racking my body. I was in a small bed, the straw-stuffed mattress pricking my bare skin. A stone fireplace filled the room with a warm glow, and huge pelts of unfamiliar animals hung on the walls. Between my sense of confusion and attempt to find my bearings, I felt strong arms holding me steady, a comforting voice I recognized as Kaidan’s whispering reassurances as his lips pressed kisses against my ear. “You’re safe. I’m here.”
I was awake in Kaidan’s arms once again against all odds, and while it was hard to believe, I knew it to be true. This isn’t a dream
Three Scenarios on warI have an example here. Three scenarios for you:Three Scenarios on war5 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
There's person A B and C.
A has a gun. C also has a gun. B is unarmed. C tries to shoot B but A caps him before he does. Who was in the right?
A shoots the gun to protect B but injures B in the process. B is safe now but badly injured. Who was right?
A shoots C but did it just as C was about to pull out the gun. His reflexes reacted and he was able to shoot C before he fired. A preemptive attack if you will. But now A is scorned even though B could have died if he didn't act. Who was right?
A shoots C but C was the father of D. D is now an orphan. He is now bitter, confused, and angry. A hole is in his heart now Who was right in this case?
The questions of morals and ethics is a strange one. One that boggles the mind. For example we don't like to admit but when we feel threatened we act rash. Sometimes in ways we don't like to admit. War is not exempt. So I ask you; what do you think in the
SithVamp Reviews: Garfield's Babes and BulletsSithVamp Reviews: Garfield's Babes and Bullets9 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Welcome to another episode of SithVamp Reviews. Who’s not familiar with Garfield? The big fat lazy cat, who loves lasagna but hates Mondays? Today, I’ll be looking at one of the Garfield specials: Garfield’s Babes and Bullets.
Garfield’s Babes and Bullets came out in 1989. The movie opens in Garfield’s house, here Garfield opens a closet, but hears saxophone music. Garfield goes in the closet and finds a trench coat and a fedora hat.
Then we cut to the Film Noir part of the movie: Garfield plays a private detective in San Francisco called Sam Spayed. Garfield/Sam is in his office with his secretary, Kitty, who makes Garfield/Sam’s coffee. Then a client comes to Garfield/Sam’s office: a woman named Tanya O’Tabby, who tells Garfield/Sam that her husband was murdered. First Garfield/Sam has two theories:
- One that Tanya’s husband might have been an old billionaire whom she killed and then she’d hire a private eye just to double-
BH6 - The FavoriteHiro Hamada loved his robots.BH6 - The Favorite13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He loved Baymax as a family member, relied on him, trusted him. Baymax was his rock when he needed him, treated him when he was sick or injured. Kept him healthy mentally.
He had a love hate relationship with Kokoro if that robot wasn’t going to work he was going to shoot something. He would have to find a gun, find bullets and make it past Baymax and the entire team before unloading hot lead into the robot’s CPU but he would find a way.
And then there was his “baby” the robot that never seemed to fail him, never seemed to aim to tick him off or diagnose him with anything.
Just destroy. Come back. Destroy.
Hiro doted upon and spoiled Megabot from the time the tiny robot had become active. Megabot’s world came alive at the beck and call of Hiro.
The robot appeared to not have ANY emotions, or intelligence. Just search, destroy, kill. Appease Master. Come back to master.
But with time that went on, Hiro had given up bot fighting
.:A:.I guess you won.:A:.7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
You won this round
and I lost the game
If you want to take my flowers
I don't mind anymore
anyway what would it do?
I am not giving up
I am just facing the truth
I needed time
but I finally accepted this fact
You're a fantastic person
And I am not
I did my best
to show the monster you were
the ugly flower stealer
I simply realized
I was the only monster in this story
The terrible gardener
trying to keep its flowers
refusing to share them with others
Yes, it's me
I am guilty
I am a trash
You're the goody one
I am the baddy one
You turn your flowers
into fantastic gardens
I bury mine
in the graveyard
You're known for your talents
and I for my faults
In a way,
It's just hilarious
I was considering you as my rival
while I am not even at your level
I simply can't hate you
Worse than that
I think that I like you
And if I started to like you
Rigby's Letter Part 2Rigby finished writing and set the pen back on the desk. He read the letter again as more tears escaped his eyes. The raccoon stood up and walked over to Mordecai's bed and slipped the note under one of the pillows. Rigby stood there for a moment, thinking about Mordecai and everything they have been through together. He loved that blue jay more than anything in the world, but after what Mordecai said to him that night, he knew there was no other option.Rigby's Letter Part 221 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rigby walked over to Pop's room, being careful not to wake him. He went into the bathroom and stole one of Pop's razor blades. Once he was back in his room, he shut and locked the bedroom door. Rigby looked at the sharp blade, questioning whether or not this was the right thing to do.
'He won't care anyway.....no one will' he thought as he laid down on Mordecai's bed. Rigby brought the blade to his wrist and closed his eyes, letting the blade slowly pierce through his skin. Blood began to ooze out of the wound as Rigby did the same to
Interludes“What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skullsInterludes10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
and ate up their brains and imagination?”
— Allen Ginsberg, “Howl”
“What are you thinking about?”
We’ve been walking in silence for too long, and my dad has never been particularly fond of silence. I, on the other hand, have never been particularly fond of walking. It was his idea, though, and since he was the one who was forced to take the day off work to look after me, I felt obliged to comply.
“Nothing,” I reply.
That building, the one right there with the reflective windows like panes of architectural ocean, that building is the one spot to catch the sunrise every morning.
I don’t mean watching from the top of it, although I’m certain that from the office on the highest floor the view is magical. Some nights, I dream about climbing those stairs. I climb storey after storey, floor after floor, ducking through a tunn
A Little More Trust Cpt. 12Adrian's gaze flitted to his bag for just a second, but he quickly focused on the human again, his mouth agape. "I ... I, um," he muttered weakly, before he closed his mouth resolutely. He was facing the scariest prospect in his life: discovery by a human. Even if he wanted to talk and spill out an explanation, his words wouldn't come.A Little More Trust Cpt. 1217 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He couldn't press himself any further back, because of the pencil still strapped to him. He grabbed it and held it in front of his chest protectively, as if it would shield him. He started to inch to the side, thinking that maybe he could squeeze past the books there and make a mad dash for the hallway. It was just so nerve-wracking to have that surprised, curious gaze fixed on him.
Charlie’s eyes widened even more as he heard a quiet muttering. The little man could talk! The poor thing looked terrified too, and was holding what appeared to be part of a pencil in front of him as a kind of shield. Charlie wasn’t sure what that could possibly s
Wuthering Heights . . . sort of - Day 60He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would only be half alive; and he said mine would be drunk; I said I should fall asleep in his; and-Wuthering Heights . . . sort of - Day 605 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
my god this was boring.
Lea quietly groaned to herself as her teacher droned on in that weird Victorian accent to try and make the book seem more authentic but just made it sound even more boring than it was. She hadn't really paid much attention to the story, she just hadn't gotten into it. A couple of people died, the Heathcliff guy was being an ass to his son and his cousin and something about incest. Why were writer's so . . . plain, back then? God, she liked Romeo and Juliet more than this.
She sighed, and gazed out the window, thinking about what would make the book better. Maybe . . . maybe if Heathcliff was a werewolf. No, is he was a vampire, and Edgar was a werewolf, and then the older Catherine would have to-
Wait, that's Twilight. No.
What if Heathcl
Writing commissions.What're u doin' n mahhhh howze?Writing commissions.4 hours ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Right, so I'll go ahead and reinstate my commissions. They're basically always open, except for some special circumstances (when I'm with my girlfriend, taking a break, doing college work, etc), which may take some time to be done with.
So, you want me to write for you? Alright, alright. To start, my work is cheap as well as negotiable. I don't ask for much, as my writing is really only par. If you want to commission me, I ask that you read a few of my pieces of work before making the decision so that you know that you want work in my style. It's poetic in the same way that it's not for everyone.
Styles I do/currently practice-
-NSFW; Str8, Gay, Lesbian, etc
Styles I will refuse/have not practiced-
Yeah. Anyways, thanks for considering me.
Best of luck,
SGPA: I made a video for our 4th Anniversary~!The SGPA's fourth anniversary of SGPA is coming up on April 6th so I thought I'd post the video now to give everyone a heads up and kinda pump everyone up.SGPA: I made a video for our 4th Anniversary~!8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have never made a video in my life so its kinda crappy but I was joking with Meibatsu about doing it so I did it. XD
I mostly just raided the SGPA Art folders for pics so sorry if I missed anyone because I did it split second.
I don't know what we're doing for the Anniversary this year but I'm glad we made it to the fourth year. X3
As for the SGPA series, sorry I haven't updated. I have been super busy with my novel and work, plus the next issue is about our lovely Founders so I want to make sure I set it up right. It should be posted sometime this week.
Like I said, never made a video before so it's complete shit. I will stick to writing as my career from now on, thank you very much.
Fatropolis: Side Dishes (3) Most days on a quiet farm, the winds were fair and rainfall occasional. On such a day, the farm's owner, Miracle--the farm's owner--was busy milking an oddly colored cow. Her hair was gold, but somewhat frizzled, due to her long hours in the sun. Meanwhile, along with her puffy face, she sported a slightly chubby body as well, which seemed to be hidden by her pink shirt and overalls. Her hands were proof of her hard work: coarse and cold to the touch. Even if she wore gloves, one could get the sense that she would always have cold hands.Fatropolis: Side Dishes (3)19 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once she got herself her 80th gallon of "golden milk," her farm's biggest moneymaker, Miracle quickly hollered out for some extra help. Just at that moment, her eyes caught the sight of a very slim red-haired woman. Judging from the sad expression on her face, Miracle deduced that she needed something to eat, and quickly.
She was right. The young lady collapsed.
"What happened?" The young lady
Survival 11“Those orc boys, they chased me down the street, but then, when I turned a corner, Archon was suddenly there and he pushed me in a dark corner and said not to move and not make a sound. And he ran down the alley and waited just long enough so the orc boys would see him. And then, they chased him, because to orcs, we all look alike, even though Archon is bigger than I am. But they followed him anyway and they didn’t see me. I was scared because I thought they would hurt him, but when I got back at the den, Archon was there as well. He had beaten all those orcs!”Survival 118 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was almost a month after Orlov had taken over. The roof was repaired and the kids of the rat pack had all moved from the basement to the storage room on the first floor. The kids were all sitting on their straw matrasses. It was hot inside, but the barred windows were open and allowed the cool night air in. Joey was standing in the middle of the room, gesticulating and telling his story.
Like A Bulwark To The SeasHere I am, standing and waiting for something to happen.Like A Bulwark To The Seas9 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
I don't remember how I got here in the first place. The only thing that's certain is that I cannot go anywhere.
In front of me there's a monumental red and white sign with big, bold letters that have been going through my mind for hours.
"STOP" As it's written there.
I must be quite an attraction for everyone in the neighbourhood, judging by the look on the faces
of those passing by. It's slightly chilly and uncomfortable, if anyone asked me, yet they seem to be having a great time mocking my activity - or to be more precise - lack of any activity, as they see it.
Frankly? I don't understand it. And that makes me concerned.
Noone bothered to stand next to me and explain... - what the hell am I doing wrong?
I'm compelled to stand here, that I am. Yet all the laughter and curiosity is eating my will away.
To my surprise some lady took the liberty of photographing me, after which s