Entervista A Chanel Parte 3Y Regresamos Primero Disculpen La Tardansa Pero TOY Angustiada :S Ok Haora Una Preguntas De :inconLulincomet:Entervista A Chanel Parte 32 years ago in Writing More Like This
1-¿Te peleas con tu mamá?
Digamas Ke Si
2-¿Qué harías si tus padres se pelean?
Probable Mente Sol Ingnacio Y Yo Arianos Una Cena Romantica Para Unirlos
3-¿Cómo te caen tus abuelos?
Bien El Abuelo Phineas Es Genial Y Isabella es Amable Los Abuelos Ferb Y Vannessa Son Muy Emocionantes
4-¿Con quién crees que te casarás en el futuro?
No Lo Tal Vez Con German
5-¿sacaste buenas notas?
Que Te Inporta
Ok Es Es Todo Paaaz
End Times Paul lay in bed listening to the radio, still shivering from the battle weeks before.End Times2 years ago in Writing More Like This
He remembered his pursuit of Tal'shen, but on reflection it had been less of a chase and more of an allowance to follow her, perhaps she had known that Paul had the seed to defeat her.
Despite his brave words to Maya, he was not truly purged of the beast. A small sliver of unnatural life lay trapped around his spine. Paul kept it for a reason, knowing the link, no matter how tenuous, would be the key to sooth the abomination.
Tal'shen had waited for him in a side street, one of London's many capillaries that litter her maps.
She could not speak from her curved beak, but Paul heard her many voices in his head, each confused, contradictory, clamouring for attention, but leading him to her nonetheless.
Standing before her, a coruscating mass, tentacles languishing through the air, Paul had known he would be outmatched physically, and prepared himself.
The chosen of Lysanna, bearer of the seed of t
WO applicationName: Andrew McCitricWO application2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Nicknames: Rodent or Mouse
'Human' Appearance: Has grey hair that comes down a little past his ears. Curly. Has yellowish-brown eyes. His skin is dark, because he is Hispanic. Has a tail about 4 ft long with short dark grey hair most of length and then a thick almost black hair on the end. He is small for his age and has sharp abnormally long canine teeth and slight buck teeth. He has small mouse ears, usually hidden under his hair. His fingernails are pointed. He has tufts of dark grey at his elbows and heels. usually doesn't wear shoes. He is incredibly hygienic despite the stereotype that all 'rats' are dirty.
Weight: 83 pounds
Hair: grey, very curly
Eyes:yellow with a tint of brown
Birthmarks/Tattoos/Scars, etc.: none to speak of.
Flaws/Weaknesses/Issues/Problems: has anorexia and is terrified of large open spaces
Monster Traits )
Monster Appearance: A 4ft rat, basically. The brown gone from his eyes, and his pupils disappear.
The Mandala Turns"Are you sure about this?", Maya muttered as they made their way over rooftops on a helicopter Maya was "borrowing."The Mandala Turns2 years ago in Writing More Like This
"Yes. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I have to get closer to her." His voice seemed... deeper, and it carried a strange resonance to it that distracted her. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs and pointed. "Thar she blows, as the saying goes." Up ahead, illuminated by the city lights, was Tal'shen. Her form was huge and amorphous, a gelatinous mesh of pieces of that seemed to belong to the menagerie of the deep sea. The skin was a murky grey that crackled with bolts of rainbow colored lightning and gigantic tentacles lashed back and forth, either gripping onto or slamming into buildings. People on the streets below were scrambling like ants and fires were alighting in a scene of utter chaos. However, none of this was quite as unsettling to Maya as the serene, content smile on Paul's face. It was definitely not what one would exp
Chapter 8 - Sun In My EyeChapter 8 - Sun in My EyeChapter 8 - Sun In My Eye2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul dressed. "Come on. She is going to the Eye."
There was no fear. No trepidation. Purpose. For the first time since this started he was certain of something. Sunrise was coming; they didn't have much time.
Maya stopped long enough to pick up her knife and move with Paul toward the door. "We have to stop her."
Running down the street, they followed the screams. Talshen moved with a terrible speed. Every tourist she passed, they exploded into agonizing sores. Their very flesh rippled tearing itself from their skeletons, poor sods screaming themselves to death. It was quick, mere seconds.
Then they rose.
Fast, fleshy, dripping black ichor and they attacked anyone foolish enough to be still standing there. Then the crowded boardwalk exploded with movement, people fleeing the horrors.
Maya stopped to cut one down. Paul looked at her and shook his head. He swatted one of the creatures out of his way, his body suddenly capable of fantastic stren
Odyssey II ChapVIII Submission: Our Last StandAdmist the horror and screams of the entire city, the hulk of colorful yet terrifying mass stood tall in the moonlight. Everyone was aware of the strange alien form that towered above them. In the middle of the chaos and pandemonium, everything stopped. London was silent. No audible sound was made. They felt, rather than heard, the words that the creature sent spewing into their heads.Odyssey II ChapVIII Submission: Our Last Stand2 years ago in Writing More Like This
'Hello. My name is Tal'shen. Do not be afraid. I have come to inhabit your planet in peace. Before we could join you on Earth, my mother told me that something was wrong. Earth is dying. I want to save your planet, but the simple truth is this: YOU are the ones wasting your planet, so it is YOU that must be purged!'
At this remark, the alien form smashed several buildings carelessly as her delicate tentacles spread far along the streets, chopping, slicing, maiming, killing. They smashed down doors, searching every nook and cranny of London for any human that was frantically trying to escape.
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Never woke upShe asked no questions, there was no time, “What do we do?”Never woke up2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul looked at his hands, a look of fear and wonder dancing across his face, “It's still in me. I can feel it. It got left behind...”
He clenched his fists, shaking away the sorrow, a new resolve washing over him, “Take me to Tal'shen.”
They ran, coming across Tal'shen, who now looked like a clustered blob of mangled twisting flesh with tentacles stemming out from all sides and a single beak like mouth, gaping wide as it swallowed whole victims in the blood laden streets.
Paul breathed deep, closing his eyes before approaching the beast. Maya could only watch.
Paul spread out his arms....
Tal'shen grasped him, dangling him above his mouth.
Just then, tears filled Paul's eyes as he began to remember. He remembered the woman winking at him when he was 17; she looked just like Maya. He remembered why he came to London, why he got on the train, but most of all, he remember the redheaded epilepti
Odyssey II: Chapter 8: Deeper Into The EarthOdyssey II: Chapter 8: Deeper Into The Earth2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Odyssey II: Chapter 8: Deeper Into The Earth
With the stockpile of weapons attached to her body, Maya was uncomfortable with how close Paul held her, but she said nothing. Even if she had voiced her thoughts, he would not have heard her. Paul was clearly intent upon something he heard elsewhere.
Maya could hear and see nothing apart from water, wind, and endless miles of sewage tunnels. They were flying super-hero-style through the dark labyrinth, Maya cradled in Paul's arms as the tops of their heads nearly brushed the sewer's ceiling.
Paul had made sense when he pointed out that this whole thing had begun - for him - underground and Lysanna hadn't just been making use of the public transit system out of convenience.
By tunnelling deeper into the earth, Tal'shen could begin generating seismic waves and playing havoc with the city's foundations. The oversized squid-creature could quickly and easily drop the city and flood it. It would be an ideal spawning ground within days and
Odyssey II, Chapter 8: ColorlessPaul's aura radiated stunningly against the dreary rain filled sky as he and Maya floated effortlessly towards their destination. Maya's concern for Paul had vanished, although she wondered what he had become. The Progeny was gone, that was for sure, but something was different.Odyssey II, Chapter 8: Colorless2 years ago in Writing More Like This
A familiar site came into view as the pair approached the magnificence of Big Ben. The hour was three minutes shy of midnight. The vibrations of the moving hands could be felt beneath their feet as they stood on the towering ledge under the six. Maya started to speak, but Paul placed his left ring finger over her mouth to silence her. She obeyed.
A small access window was their entrance to the towering spire. Once inside, the sound of the torrential rain deafened upon their ears, replaced by the grinding gears. It didn't take long to find Tal'Shen hunched in the corner. She appeared to weep for her Mother. A puddle of tears splashed on the floor, sparkling with radiating colors.
Tal'Shen did not a
Created or Destroyed, It Only Changes FormPaul explained as best he could as they rushed out of the building and jumped into the familiar black van. “Head for the nearest lock. We need to cut her off before she can follow the Thames to the ocean.”Created or Destroyed, It Only Changes Form2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Maya adjusted the careening path of the van, trying not to crane her head to see the wake of destruction and blood that Tal’shen had carved in her hunger. “I shouldn’t be surprised that she is heading for the ocean; the sea of our home planet is in our veins even still, just as the magic it gave us dwindles in our progeny.”
Paul glanced down at his oil-sheen skin. “Let’s give her more ocean than she can handle.”
“I was under the impression that we were avoiding that eventuality, love.” Maya said drily.
“Why did you first leave your ocean planet, Maya?”
“Because it was dying.” Realization flashed across her face. She grinned wolfishly. “We’ll give her an ocean, but it will be a dead o
Chapter 8: Far sightPaul looked down at Maya from his elevated position. She was blazing with an ethereal yellow light which radiated from every cell in her body; it was her symbiote. There was no insect dug into her brain or sitting on her spine playing her nerves like a puppeteer. The host and symbiote were fused like two liquids combining to form some new chemical, a new persona with completely new cognitive processes.Chapter 8: Far sight2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Maya wasn't the only one he could now see in this way. There were others, near and far, and he could see them all.
He could see Tal'shen, her giant tentacles flopping out, sucking and pulling at buildings, dragging her bloated bulk down the street. Her smaller tentacles whipping frantically, flinging people towards her gaping beak. Her giant eyes were looking upwards; that was where she wanted to be. Up off the ground and away from the creatures she despised so much. A large sack filled with eggs bulged from behind the tightly packed dome of jelly that construed both her head and
An Odyssey Towards DeathDarkness; typically it's construed as a place of dread, but not for the red-haired man. Ever since that… incident, the outside world became a place where anything could happen; but not in his murky room. The only things to reach him now were the terrors of his mind, which tormented him whether he was asleep or awake; nightmares of something after him. If he just stayed home, then he would be okay. He wished he could believe that, but with each reoccurring nightmare he got the feeling that the monster was getting closer.An Odyssey Towards Death2 years ago in Writing More Like This
He had no idea how right he was.
Tal'shen needed him. He had worked as a carrier for Lysanna, which meant he would work even better for her. All she had to do was sniff him out.
In the foggy drizzle, Tal'shen peered at the throngs of people who were screaming and running and thought that soon they would serve a purpose; as slaves and as cattle. Now that she was free, every passing second only reinforced her notion and she grew stronger, transforming into a behemoth to s
The End DaysThe small hairs on the back of Maya's neck and arms stood on end, electrified by the buzz of possibilities emanating from within the room. Paul was a new man. No-longer a meat puppet or a steaming, savaged carcass, he now seemed more than human. What's more, he had told her that he knew how to stop Tal'shen. The suddenness of his knowledge both charged and terrified her. Some subtle transfer of power had occurred between man and man's would-be destroyer, the extent of which was not entirely evident. As Maya watched, Paul lifted further from the ground towards the gaping hole in the ceiling. His face remained stony and focussed as he said:The End Days2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Panicking, Maya ran towards the window and forced it open, climbing out onto the ledge and shimmying over to the fire escape. She scrabbled to reach the roof, where Paul was already waiting for her. Meeting him at the roof's edge, she almost stumbled at the sight of the chaos below.
"Oh God… This can't be London."
It was as if the city had b
Chpt 8 - Reunion...‘’Do it… ’’ He said to her.Chpt 8 - Reunion...2 years ago in Writing More Like This
The words felt distinct, ardently resonating in his mind as they left his lips, as though he hadn’t spoken a word truly of his own in the longest time now. The colours daring faintly beneath his tested flesh felt warm now, calm. No trace of the horror that left them in its wake.
‘’I can’t! I won’t!!! I JUST BROUGHT YOU BACK!!!’’ She yelled…
He wished he had something more to say to her, something more than gratitude and far more than the necessity he must now urge her to unfold for him, for them, for everyone.
‘’There is one chance’’ He told her.
He would have been a
Odyssey II - Chapter 8: A new day"The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what preceded it."Odyssey II - Chapter 8: A new day2 years ago in Writing More Like This
- Mary Catherine Bateson –
Grotesque, horrifying monster, yet beautiful under the helicopter lights that made her gelatinous skin glow in the darkness of the humid night, emerged from the ruins of the house. Screams and sounds of police sirens collided and created deafening symphony that resounded in Paul's head.
Maya looked at Paul with surprised expression on her face. She admired the courage of a man that went through so much, the man who was killed by the hand of the monster he was now preparing to face for the second time.
"How do you know where she is going?" Maya finally asked.
"I am not sure," Paul answered. "When Tal'shen finally took over me I was taken somewhere, somewhere where everything was blue, and there something or someone told me everything. "
Paul noticed Maya's confused look. "I am just as puzzled as you," he said.
"So, where is she going?" Maya asked as she stood
However Many There ArePaul levitated Maya up through the hole and came to a gentle rest on the street, looking around at a scene of destruction. Cars were overturned, and bodies were sprawled on the asphalt; people ran up and down the street, screaming. And all the while, the rain kept crashing down like a ton of bricks. A Harley Davidson swerved to avoid a falling piece of debris and crashed into the side of an overturned cruiser, sending it’s rider through the air.However Many There Are2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul grabbed Maya’s hand as the rider landed just mere feet from themselves, and levitated them both into the air again, then began floating down the street, their hair matted to their skin from the torrent of rain. Paul mused to himself, wondering if he could have started up the motorcycle with his newfound power, but realised there would have been no point in trying as it would negate the whole point in flying to their destination.
“You said you know where she was going?” asked Maya as they set off down the foggy stree
RebornTal’shen. Paul could hear it ravaging and decimating the city outside. He was reborn. He had survived. But all he could think about were the two of four he had uttered before. “I know”. He kept repeating this to himself. Battered, defeated, ragged he may have been, but he knew. And that was all that mattered. For a long time, he had felt the consciousness of Tal’shen bear down upon him, to the point that he had forgotten all about himself.Reborn2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Only hovering as an impotent spectre.
But no more. He knew who he was. And the knowledge coursed through his body, lending him strength. He also knew that killing the mutated Tal’shen was beyond him. But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t stop him. A fierce grin stretched his face, baring his teeth.
Beside him, Maya suddenly felt a deep terror shake her being, she turned to Paul, and in a moment, she too, knew that Paul was going to stop Tal’shen, and a similar grin tore the glassy contours of her face.
Chapter 1 (Prussia x Reader)Running, I find myself running out into the open park that I have yet to see before I leave again. The trees sprinkled with puffy white snow, the air crisp as I take a deep breathe. I slowly brush off the seat where the snow has dusted over. The black night is illuminated by the street lamps that surround this beautiful fortress. I look up to notice a sky full of stars dancing. When I look back at the scenery I notice a man glancing over at me from the sidewalk after calling a taxi to pick him up. His crimson eyes looking upon my e/c eyes. I can't help but see his sly grin smeared across his face. At that moment I found myself walking away, toward my home, confused at what just happened.Chapter 1 (Prussia x Reader)2 years ago in Writing More Like This
As i'm walking, I can't stop looking at my breathe when I walk in the cold air. I realize I made it to the front steps of my house, looking into a daze I walk up them and grab the handle reading the place mat (1)"willkommen zu Hause", I sigh and ste
SarratumSarratum2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Chapter 8 - Sarratum
The screams of chaos echoed Tal'shen's ears as she neared her destiny in London. Random fires were burning brightly from buildings and vehicles alike. Tal'shen looked impassively at the hands of Big Ben as they fell off into the darkness below. She had smashed into the face of time as she searched to find a building high enough to see the city.
Tal'shen knew Lysanna was dead but she could still feel her. She scanned the streets for her Mother's presence.
Her mind led her to an old derelict building to the north. She scrambled quickly and hopped from one building to another. She soon found herself on top of the empty building. Running, she smashed into the door that led down into the apartments. She clambered down the stairs and stopped at the third floor.
She quieted her mind again. She found the source across the hallway and sprinted to the door. She turned the knob easily and contracted her body so she could fit into the narrow doorway. Searching t
Hurt and healLooking into the frightened eyes of the child before her, Talshen couldnt help a wide grin. The taste of blood was so addictive that she thought two men werent enough for her. All her twelve tentacles whipped around violently, and rushed at the little boy.Hurt and heal2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Instead of fresh blood, she tasted pain.
Even before she recognized, her tentacles had lain on the ground writhing. A woman that she knew well, and hated well, stood between her and the child. Her eyes chilled Talshen. A mix of hatred, fear and wrath erupted inside her. She suddenly waved her extralong claws at Maya.
Maya realized the slight fear pass Talshens face. It really did make her hesitate. She just had enough time to push the kid aside
A shadow jumped in front of her. When warm blood splashed on her face, she unconsciously dropped the blade and reached out her arms to catch Paul.
Talshen retrieved her claws, and stared at Paul. A strange feeling unexpectedly overtook her,