MUTO ConjectureMUTO: Theories on their biology and ecological role based on conjectureMUTO Conjecture4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In prehistory, the MUTOs lived in rocky areas (mountain ranges, canyons, craters...), which explains their hooked appendages (evolved in order to cling to stone outcroppings). Like some insects and birds-of-prey, the male would fly out to go hunting down radiative kaiju while the female would stay by the nesting site to protect the territory // her eggs/young.
The white underbelly of the male MUTO could be a result of adaptive camouflage to the cloudy sky, from which they would drop down into herds of actinovorous (radiation-eating) kaiju during their mating season. These kaiju would have an electromagnetism-based secondary nervous system which allows them to send signals throughout the body to regenerate damaged tissue or to use bioluminescence to attract a mate. The MUTO's armor, being angular, would scatter the EMP over their prey and turn off the regenerator systems of their prey and disorienting the herd. Stab
Vita da Dalton - Fiducia>Vita da Dalton - Fiducia1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
William Dalton stava correndo per casa, arrabbiato.
Niky, la sorellina, stava correndo più che poteva per sfuggirgli. Si lanciò nel soggiorno, e corse attorno al divano. Non appena si rese conto che il fratello stava per prenderla, si lanciò sul divano scivolando lungo lo schienale e rotolò sul tappeto. Approfittando del rimbalzo, si lanciò nel corridoio, pronta a nascondersi nella sua camera, quando andò a sbattere contro qualcuno ed entrambi cadde sul pavimento.
> esclamò Joe, cadendo sul pavimento a sua volta. Si sfregò la testa > domandò, accigliato.
Niky si mordicchiò il labbro inferiore >
William la raggiunse proprio in quell momento > esclamò. Stava per afferrarla per un braccio, quando Joe si rivolse severamente alla ragazza.
> disse la ragazza, ma Joe la interruppe.
William annuì e prese Niky in braccio, sollevandola da terra. > rispose, e portò la ragazza di sopra.
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ExperimentationRiot’s POVExperimentation1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was sick of their mind games. Anubis’ plan was to get me caught… so that I could sneak in and retrieve the Alpha’s new weapon. Only things didn’t turn out the way we thought. I was caught, but they didn’t take me to the prison they usually take phantoms, they took me to a new facility, one in the center of Jamaa, where they tested the boomseed poisons they used on our race.
But boomseeds aren’t the only thing they test here. Hallucination inducing drugs that only affect phantoms are one of their favorites; they use it as a new torture device.
The door to my hospital room opens, and in steps my despair. It was the alpha, Cosmo. He wasn’t exactly scary looking, he was short, with large glasses and a lab coat, he looked a bit silly, really, but I feared the things inside his head, he knew out every weakness, and our every desire.
“Time for another dose, Riot.” Says Cosmo, preparing the needle with the drug,
ErbiumErbium is not exactly the emotional type.Erbium1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Or rather, he is not one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Always keep up appearances, never let weakness show, that is what he has been taught.
So, regardless of the troubles within, Erbium keeps a straight face, carefully putting up walls, one calculated brick at a time. No matter how terrifying it gets inside, or how much he is seething, none of it ever bubbles up to the surface.
It is not that Erbium does not feel. He does feel, he really does. Nevertheless, he has gotten so used to ruling his face that, sometimes, he wonders if his brain has not taken to beating in his heart's place.
He knows every crook in his walls, every nook, every cranny. And yet he does not have the faintest understanding of what happens between those walls. Sadness, rage, anger, love, it is all irrational gibberish to him. Fear he understands though, enough to realize his impenetrable fortress is flooded with the bloody thing.
Because in the end, for all the fa
Vita da Dalton - NasoEra tardo pomeriggio, e William Dalton era seduto sul divano. Non sapeva che cosa fare, e si stava annoiando. Sua madre era andata a fare spese con Joe, Jack ed Averell, lasciandolo solo con la sorella più piccola, Niky.Vita da Dalton - Naso1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Decise di fare una doccia; si alzò e si diresse verso il bagno. Si fermò, notando la porta chiusa. Bussò ed aprì, senza aspettare una risposta.
> esclamò Niky dall’interno, coprendosi con un asciugamano. Con uno scatto, si lanciò verso la porta e la richiuse colpendo William sul naso.
> esclamò William, portandosi una mano al naso. Incespicò all’indietro, e finì con la schiena contro il muro. > Si lasciò scivolare a terra e si sedette sul pavimento, con entrambe le mani sul naso.
Niky uscì dal bagno, l’asciugamano arrotolato attorno al copro, e si avvicinò al fratello. > esclamò, mettendogli una mano sulla spalla e inginocchiandosi accanto a lui. >
> si lamentò lui.
A Day of Tickling my NeighborA day of tickling for my neighbor Jacob.A Day of Tickling my Neighbor3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Okay to start off, I have a confession to make. On complete accident I tickled one of my victims to sleep. Or in this case they just passed out from the exhaustion. Normally I don't like to do this. I like to take it easy on the younger ones and then continue to tickle them in the future. Now I have no doubt that I will continue to tickle this next person, I will just have to be a bit more careful. But I'll be honest, what will happen to me sometimes is while I'm tickling somebody if I find multiple areas on your body that are extremely ticklish I like to exploit them. And the more extremely ticklish areas I found, the more I got distracted. And then eventually leads to nonstop tickle torture. But in my defense, I have tickled Michael so much that I am used to how much tickling he can take and I forget that some people can't take nearly as much tickling as he can. So if I were to ever tickle you and you were just a very ticklish person that had
Time They say that time heals all wounds. But does it really? Is it time that takes away the pain from years of torment and abuse at the hands of one's peers? Or is it the realization that one is simply stronger than that? Is it time that allows someone to forget the hateful words that have been spoken to them time after time? Or is it the determination to stop letting the opinions of others govern their lives? Is it time that gives a person the ability to stand up for themselves? Or is it the courage they build to say, "I'm stronger than you think I am"?Time1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The simple truth is that time cannot fix everything. While wounds may heal, and scars may fade, the pain of physical and emotional harassment can last a lifetime. No amount of time can ever take away those feelings of alienation and hurt. No amount of time can ever make a person forget the words that cut them again and again. No amount of time can e
Experimentation - Part 3Riot’s POVExperimentation - Part 31 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My hope was quickly diminishing, ever since they dragged my brother into the same room as me, and injected him with the poison. I could only will myself to believe that Anubis could handle the effect of the drugs, because I knew I barely could.
I try to morph into my wolf form once more, to create a spark of electricity, anything, but my magic was gone, as of now I was nothing but a person. That’s not true I tell myself, you’re still one of the best killers in the Republic.
I think back on my training, I was known for turning anything into a weapon. I just needed to find something, with Cosmo no longer in the room with us, for he had gone to make more of his venom, I had a little time to find a way out of my bonds.
“Anubis!” I whisper harshly, trying to get him to wake, “Anubis come on! I need your help, damn it!”
The strategist makes no move, and I decide I am on my own for this one. I tug at the bonds on my wrist, they were tight,
Mistakes and LessonsLessons can be learnt from mistakes.Mistakes and Lessons3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mistakes can be learnt from lessons.
Lessons can be learnt without mistakes.
Mistakes can be learnt without lessons.
Lessons without mistakes are lessened.
Lessons with mistakes aren't lessons.
Lessons won't lessen mistakes.
Mistakes can be mistaken for lessons.
Mistakes without lessons are mistaken.
Widow's PrideWidow’s PrideWidow's Pride1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Amy Westland, 35 had been trying to cope on her own for many months now but ever since that fateful day when she succumbed to her pride.
It all began days after her husband’s funeral; many of the farm hands had left since that fatal accident. Since then she had taken charge of the farm that once was run by her husband but there was one thing that sat on her mind every day.
She had never run the farm on her own, true is was a great achievement and she wanted to make her husband proud but running it solo was a hard job.
With her daughter helping out as much as she could and the remaining farm hands doing their best as well but in their honest opinion the farm wouldn’t survive under her hands.
It was a late Friday evening, Amy had gone down to her local pub, “The Bull’s Horns” for a few drinks but the minute she walked through the door she could hear people talking about her and the farm.
“The farm’s ruined” said one voic
A New Frame Of Mind *song*A New Frame Of Mind.A New Frame Of Mind *song*1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I asked you 'why', but you gave me a lie, so I opened my mind and gave it some time
I went out on a limb despite my fear of heights, but I had to climb the tree so I could reach the kite
I’ve been told it’s a rare mindset to want to leave this world better than you found it.
With no such thing as perfection we all have something to aim for and by the end of the day if I’ve made someone happy then I reached my goal.
Some of my friends hate each other, but I love them all for who they are, they don’t have to be together, this is what inspired me to put my words to guitar.
All I want to do is to make you smile, and maybe convince you to stay with me a while.
By tomorrow the game will reset and we’ll play it again to see if we can win.
My friends don’t have to be friends to be mine to the end.
I’ve been told it’s a rare mindset to want to leave this world better than you found it.
With no such t
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 8Pokemon Mystery Dungeon (City of Genova)Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 81 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Back at Genova, Clefable is walking around the guild building. He seems to be talking to himself. "(Sigh) I hope they're alright, they've been gone for at least a day now." Then he notices a carriage of goods being carried by a Weavile. Clefable looks at the carriage and notices Rioku and Lynda. "Oh sweet Arceus, they're safe." Clefable walks down some steps, and the Weavile stops near the steps where Clefable is at. "I assume the mission was a success?"
"Heck yeah it was! We had a bit of trouble with these two but we managed to make it out alive." Rioku said smiling.
Clefable looks at the back of the carriage and notices the Leavanny and Scizor, but wonders where the Scyther is. "Um… where is Scyther?" Clefable asked.
"Yeah, this is him." Lynda said pointing her paw at Alloy. "Scyther, who also calls himself Alloy now, evolved himself by using a Metal Coat Capsule. And for the rest of Team Gash, Kris was the only one left." Lynd
Fall Of A DeityLets start this off by setting the scene. A shadowy figure with golden eyes stands on a dead planet, overlooking the ruins of a city long gone. His name is K'atar. The scene begins as a woman in a long, white coat approaches K'atar, and begins to speak.Fall Of A Deity19 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"You're not very good at hiding, are you, demon?" The woman asked, unsheathing a blade, concealed beneath her coat.
"Did it ever occur to you that I was never hiding? That maybe, I wanted you to find me?" K'atar asked, not turning around, "Also... please don't call me that derogatory title, we both know its as much bullshit as your council's decision to end my life."
"So I take it you're still playing the innocence card? Even after so much proof has been shown otherwise?" The woman asked, blade in hand, ready for the kill.
"IT does not matter, I know my fate. I know everything, remember? I know you will kill me, I know your council will rejoice, and I know soon after, your vast kingdom will fall to ash. That's what you get, you know, wh
PassionSomeone asked me "what are you passionate about?"Passion1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And I replied, "the arts…but I'm more passionate about those who I love and I always will be, for they are my inspiration, they are my life. Each person in my life plays a critical role and I would never want to lose a single one of them."
Reality Vs Online ImageWhat do you see when you stumble upon this little page of mine? In all probability, a Beyblade fan-girl who loves writing and is a bad drawer. A person who is relatively unknown in this big web. A person who has been very quiet in her activities, but who tries to let her few followers know what is going on.Reality Vs Online Image1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You won't see the girl behind the screen; a high school student who is very quiet and prefers to be alone. Yet, on here, she appears to want attention for what she has done. A little hypocritical, in a way.
She prefers to write and listen to music on her own rather than socialise, feeling like she is out of the loop with the others in her year, who all know each other rather well. She appears on here to be a nasty person to the characters she is writing, but in reality is the sweetest person you could meet. She doesn't like conflict or shouting, and is prone to crying.
She often feels like she could do better, but she then perches in a chair next to a plugpoint for her laptop so she
BahiaEl sonido de las olas en la bahía despierta mi imaginación.Bahia2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Me traslado a lugares lejanos, o me siento en el centro del mundo: cada lugar es único, como cada atardecer en este maravilloso lugar. El sol se pone tras ella, reflejado sobre la falda de ese trozo de mar: siento la energía fluir en mi interior como magia.
El viento suave acompaña la preciosa estampa y me siento revivir, mientras los flamencos disfrutan de la escena también.
La ciudad se asoma sobre el agua, al otro lado, eterna y bella, como un espejismo, pero real; real como nosotros. Nos da la vida una y otra vez desde antaño, y vuelvo a la época en la que pude haber paseado por los suelos de piedra de la zona, que contrastaban con el agua. Entonces, este lugar era un secreto que guardábamos para nuestro disfrute.
Nos daba la vida a nosotros y ahora, de nuevo, nos la da…
Training ManualTraining ManualTraining Manual2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Stephanie Lee Walsh, 17, was a young and out of control teenager. Well according to her teachers and parents.
Stephanie always kept avoid instructions and orders, with a flick of her dark brown hair she’d walked off and completely ignore the orders given to her and some teachers would go as far as to say she’d need training
One day, on a Friday, just after school had finished, Stephanie found her life completely turn upside down. It all began just after she’d gotten changed out of her school uniform and had gone downstairs.
She removed her school books from her bag in one big handful but as she moved the books towards the coffee, a slim white book slipped from the handful and dropped on to the ground.
Sighing with frustration she dumped the rest of the books on the table and went to pick up the dropped one,
“Canine Training Manual...... Whose joke was that!” she thought as she looked at the shiny white cover.
Chuckling to herself she flicke
Education ~*160 words*~I understand that you need a higher education to get ahead, but I can understand why no one really wants to go. Most can’t afford it and if I wasn’t for my aunt even I wouldn’t be going now. You can’t ask someone to go to a place of higher learning, pay for what they can, but end up resorting to loans; and then graduate with thousands in debt. This isn’t even taking into account the lack of jobs, how are student to pay for their loans when there really is no field for incoming graduates? Tell me, how would I be expected to pay for (low estimate) $10,000 if I can’t find a job. That cost is nothing compared to larger schools, by the way. So all the parents, all the politicians, and anyone who tells me to get more education, how do you want me to pay for that?Education ~*160 words*~2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Or would you rather not think that far ahead?
It's beautiful "Hey, did you draw that?"It's beautiful3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"It's a beautiful cat."
"What? How so?"
"Because it's art!"
"Art? It's got two dots for eyes and triangles for ears. Its head is a simple circle and its body is uneven. It looks more like a toddler scribble to me."
"Hm, you're looking at it wrong. It's definitely beautiful. So are toddler scribbles."
"I'll turn it in every direction but it'll still look just as ugly."
"Did you draw it with your own hands?"
"Did you put an ounce of effort into it?"
"Yes, I did..."
"Then it's beautiful."
Worry, Worry, WorryI worry, I worry, I worry. People who I love are important to me and they are significant. This is reason why I worry, worry, worry. It is a shame they find it annoying and wish it would end. But I can't help it, I love them too much.Worry, Worry, Worry3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So I worry, worry worry.
Are they annoyed?
Worry, Worry, Worry.
Are they okay?
Worry, Worry, Worry.
Are they strong?
Please make it end.
Soledad...Soledad?Soledad...3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Que es eso?
Un estado de animo...
O quizás un estilo de vida?
O tal vez ninguna de las dos...
Pero ese no es el punto
No me interesa saber que es, solo se que me muero en ella
Siento que la soledad me mata, me come lentamente
Y solo tu eras mi salvación, mi libertad de esta miseria...
Pero te fuiste
Me dejaste morir lentamente
Y ahora sufro en soledad
Me atacan sin cesar, yo solo espero tu regreso para volver a vivir como antes...
Para salir de mi soledad