SDCC: Godzilla 2Mothra. Rodan. King Ghidorah. What do these all have in common? They're starring in the upcoming sequel to the new Godzilla movie!SDCC: Godzilla 22 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Yu-gi-oh Rise of a New Pharaoh-Chapter 24Yu-gi-oh Rise of a New Pharaoh-Chapter 244 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Rise of a New Pharaoh
The Creators Downfall Part 3
Tristan and Serenity
Daniel draws and looks at his hand. "First, I'll summon my Phantom Beast Wild-Horn!" The monster appears on the field. It spins the sword in its hand and points towards Strike Ninja.
"Next I'll give him a 300 attack and defense boost with my Mystical Moon Spell Card!"
Daniel smiles and points towards Strike Ninja. "Go Wild-Horn! Attack, Strike Ninja!" Wild-Horn holds his sword steady with two hands and runs towards Strike Ninja. As Wild-Horn is near inches of Strike Ninja, he swings his sword. Strike Ninja flinches, but when he opens his eyes, he see's Marauding Captain in front of him and in pain.
"What?" Daniel said as Wild-Horn jumps back to Daniels Side.
Duke smiles and picks up the Marauding Captain card. "I see you did
Not so Blue soar.Not so Blue1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Melancholy looms but spirits
To my dearest Minions. To my dearest Minions,To my dearest Minions. 1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My name is Laertes, king of the Universe.
Or, soon to be. It is a slow and painful process, but I know that it shall be worth all the while.
Would you like to know more about my personality? Sure you do.
People tell me that I am very vain and narcissistic. I am not. I simply want to share my glorious-ness with the entire world, and force my minions to worship me. To be a faithful Minion, you must depict me in art forms of all types.
People ask me whether or not I have a favorite Minion. I do. My favorite Minion is the one who loves me the most. You know who you are.
My fan group, I love you , but not as much as you love me. I am far above that. I shall love you more in due time.
Thank you for listening to me today, and remember to be a faithful minion.
Your King and Overlord of All ,
PS. Remember my creator, :iconVanillasaurusRex: , and Remember my friend :iconTardar-Sauce: , who is typing for me because I do not have fingers.
The Writer's BlockIt kills me. It’s always there. When I eat. When I sleep. But, most of all, when I sit there in my stupid black chair. I stare at my screen. The typing program opened. But, there are no words. It’s just the white screen. That ominous, blank screen that just screams at me. But, is it the screen really screaming? Or is the thing that kills me the most?The Writer's Block2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It screams wretched things. Horrid things. “You have no inspiration! I stole that from you! You don’t deserve to have such a wonderful state of mind!” It makes me cry and beg for it to stop. To plead for it to just give me back what is rightfully mine. To let me take back my creativity and inspiration.
I turn to things that just dull my mind even more. Television. YouTube. Anything to just wipe out the thing’s screams. Just to make me forget that it even exists, let alone torments me. Grinds my nerves and conscious to the bone.
But, I don’t let it hurt. The screams. The wretched things it sa
My When You Believe CoverHere is a link to my new YouTube video. I'm performing a cover of When You Believe from the movie The Prince Of Egypt and sung by Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston (God rest her soul. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttvsCMndPRU Please note I pitch and go out of tune in a few places but I hope you all enjoy it. Remember that miracles can and do happen if you just believe. Believe in life, yourself and God. Enjoy!My When You Believe Cover2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Beautiful World of ChildhoodSomething tucks on my sleeve, my 8 year old goddaugther looks at me with big brown eyes.Beautiful World of Childhood1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Aunty, how was your childhood, how did you spend time?”
I try to remember. What shall I tell her?
That our first color tv was bought for the event of the first moon landing, and that my grandpa went nearly mad, because the transmission was in black and white? And that I nearly spent my whole youth as a living remote control? And that there were only 4 channels and with a little bit of luck we could watch Dutch TV?
That I watched the most horrible TV Shows on Saturday evenings, because so I was allowed to stay up until 22:00 o’clock?
Tell her about the fact that we had record players with 3 different speeds, 45 for singles, 33 for lps and 75 for gramophone records.
Or the old phones… with a dial plate and only available in a few colors …grey and beige and the ugly covers for them to put color on them.
Or the horrible Saturday stew of my gra
Creepy Things I've Experienced (part 5)Creepy Things I've Experienced (part 5)1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'll put two separate stories in this part; one is mine, and one is my dad's.
When we first moved from Florida, we moved into what used to be a military base. We lived in half of a duplex, and it was a really nice neighbourhood. The only less-than-ideal thing was that the neighbour listened to mariachi music really late into the night, but you couldn't even hear it when you had the windows closed.
Anyway, that was about the time I got really into ghost stories. I wanted to watch scary stuff all the time, and I wanted my mom to tell me every story she knew.
Around Christmas time, my dad barged into my room and started yelling at me. I was sleeping in (it was Christmas break) and I didn't know what he was so upset about, then he started going on about my mom's dolls in the living room.
I thought maybe something happened to them; they were porcelain, so they might have broken during the night and dad might have been blaming me.
He just kept yelling that it wasn't funny and things of th
My Godzilla ContinuitiesHere's a list of Godzilla continuities I have lined up.My Godzilla Continuities1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Avatarverse: Basically it's a crossover/alternate universe between the Avatar series (not James Cameron) and the Godzilla franchise. There are two installments, Legend of Korra and Journey of Aang (which is a prequel). In this universe, Godzilla was thought dead in 1954 and the attack on Tokyo was covered up by an organization called White Lotus only to reappear in 1971 and later in 1996. Benders still exist in this universe. For more information as to see what the differences are between this and the respected franchises, look here http://kaijualpha1point0.deviantart.com/art/Godzilla-Avatarverse-463617286.
2. Azuneverse: My own take on :iconnetbattlerrobert: Azune character, a young boy forms a link with a shape-shifting Kitsune Kaiju named Azune.
Creepy Things I've Experienced (part 4)Creepy Things I've Experienced (part 4)1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This one isn't my personal experience, but one my mom told me about. She doesn't have a very good imagination, so I believe her ;D
When we lived in Michigan, I was in about 7th grade, my brother was probably a senior, and my dad worked every day. My mom is a homemaker and was home alone most of the time.
Mom packed a sandwich for dad every night so he didn't need to waste gas coming home at noon. She usually made it late the night before, so he could just grab it from the fridge and leave around 5am.
Mom had just finished making dad's sandwich and was doing the dishes when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She looked over and saw my dad headed for the end of the house where my & my brother's rooms were. She called after him to ask him if he wanted her to put something else in his lunch bag, but he didn't answer.
It was pretty late (around 10pm or so) and my dad was usually asleep by 8, so she wondered what he was doing wandering around and wearing a red flannel coa
Creepy Things I've Experienced (part 2)Creepy Things I've Experienced (part 2)1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This one also happened in our old house in NC, which a surprising number of things occurred in. I could probably write an entire series just on things that happened there.
This was one of the creepiest things I'd ever encountered. I'll never forget it.
When I was about 14, I loved masks (especially Italian drama masks, as well as Mardi Gras masquerade ones)... When I left Michigan I didn't care about them as much anymore, but I kept hanging them up every time we moved because I didn't know what else to do with them. Everyone who visited mentioned how creepy they were and I didn't disagree anymore; I just shrugged.
By the time we moved to NC, I had two birds (one cockatiel and one dove). The cockatiel was quite young and we just got her right before we left Kentucky, but we had the dove since we lived in Florida (she's around 18-years-old by now). She'd been through a lot, including hearing a noise coming from our spare room (I wrote about it in the first part).
I used to take my
JOIN ME~join me here!~JOIN ME~2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i will be drawing cause i haven't drawn anything in weeks
ChaosPorządek jest iluzją. Świat zawsze, od czasów starożytności żył w chaosie, może nie totalnym, beznadziejnym chaosie apokalipsy, jednak świat nigdy nie widział spokoju, na jaki zasłużył.Chaos3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Od zarania dziejów ludzie topili swoje racje we krwi niewinnych, podnosząc bunty, wzniecając wojny toczone o błahostki, niszcząc drugiego człowieka, często anonimowego. I mimo, że teraz mamy wszystko, czego pragniemy - a przynajmniej bogaci posiadają wszystko, czego pragną - świat nadal jest pogrążony w bezsensownych wojnach. Dla tych ludzi, których kraj objęty jest wojną, już nastała apokalipsa. Chaos wypełnia ich dzień dzisiejszy i boją się o jutro. Kobiety są gwałcone, dzieci wyciągane z łóżek, mężczyźni rozstrzeliwani bezlitośnie, często po torturach. Świat nie je
A WishI wish I could hold your hand, look into your eyes, listen to your voice, take care of you, and love you the way you should be loved. But above all…I wish I was yours.A Wish4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
MirrorsThe corner of my mouth is throbbing and I really, really just want to rip that entire part of my face off right now... seriously I just want to burry my nails in my face and yank them down as fast and hard as I can, I want to hurt myself. I want to look into this mirror and see my blood. I want to hurt myself. And for some reason this storm is making the urge a thousand times stronger then what it usually is... How did I get to this point? how did I become this disgusting shell of a human. Am I still human? do I qualify? no.. I don't. how did this happen to me... why am I standing here staring into the eyes of this thing. These eyes.. the corners torn... bloodshot... how can the still see? My eyes. The mouth... dry and cracked... a cut curving downwards from the right... is that what so annoyingly hurts? yes, I believe it is. that hand slowing being raised to my face, it's mine, isn't it? Nails jagged and caked in dirt. fingers trembling, wrist covered in scars. yeah.. that's mine. I rMirrors1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
nightmares vol. 1His palm is against her forehead, for a long time. “Am I running a fever again?” No response.nightmares vol. 12 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She lifts her head above the dashboard and squints at the gray brightness of day. Uncertain of what she sees.
There’s a thick fog all around. Throws everything into fuzz, a myriad of vague forms and figures. Hard to see much of anything. Not without staring with deep concentration.
She pushes herself up and tries hard to make out where they are.
Some long expanse of asphalt rolling out before them. But not like a road. Almost like it, but definitely not.
In the distance indistinct in the mist, a tall cylindrical building, windows all around at the top, shattered and blown out.
Either side of the asphalt, on dead yellow grass, there are large things, metallic pieces of rust.
A word comes to her mind when she looks at one: fuselage.
This is an abandoned runway. This is a boneyard. A place where only the shells of war aviation exist.
There is no life here. Remnants of lif
A Common Mis-ConceptionA Common Mis-ConceptionA Common Mis-Conception2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
T-rex. it's a name we all know and love. We know it means tyrannosaurus Rex, which means Tyrant Lizard King, But you probably didn't know that T-rex is wrong. the proper term is T.rex. You see, the T.rex is called in that fashion to make communicating different species of dinosaur better. For example,There are at least two species of Pachyrhinosaurus. one species is Pachyrhinosaurus canadensis. The other is Pachyrhinosaurus perotorum. If you were communicating to someone else about the two species, saying the full name would be too much of a hassle. So you would say P.canadensis or P.perotorum. Somewhere in T.rex's famous history, people made the error of calling it T-rex instead of T.rex. The proper scientific method of calling T.rex by name soon became the false nickname, T-rex.
Fortaleza de oro y plataCapítulo uno: AmnesiaFortaleza de oro y plata2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
No podía moverme, no podía gritar, no podía ver. Fuego, cenizas, gritos, ¿Qué estaba pasando? Risas, el aire viciado, humo. Me empecé a desesperar. Dios, qué pasa, me encontraba sola, sin nadie, solo mis pensamientos y los sonidos que se escuchaban a mi alrededor.
Abrí los ojos muy lentamente, mi vista estaba nublada ¿Por lágrimas? Estaba mareada, no podía recordar bien lo que pasó, hasta que visualicé lo que me rodeaba. Mí bosque, el bosque Lagrimas de Luna, el sagrado bosque de los elfos, destruido. Todo estaba oscuro, había sido quemado, ¿Qué inmundo y maldito ser osaba hacer esto? Miré las casas sobre los arboles donde me habían criado, esas casas rusticas hechas de madera y hojas de los árboles, donde se refugiaban sentimientos. Nada, solo cenizas, cenizas de recuerdos. ¿Dónde están todos? No hay nadie, me encuentro sola. Visualicé el c
Mini Series 01 -- Road To Madness-part 1Mini Series 01 -- Road To Madness-part 13 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The ocean was a great green expanse of combed blades, brushed back by a wind.
The wind was around me, gusting through my every fiber, and
coursing through my body as if I were a mirror into space.
I hadn't yet understood what I was.
where I was.
Or how I got here.
But, I could feel, I could
Everything against me, smooth like silk, and
cool like frosted glass.
My eyes were shut tight before they were open and I was stupefied––in awestruck incredulity––by the
curving expanse of
sight around me,
rolling like the spherical surface of a planet before my very eyes as if
the very sky was bending at the