Tarot and The 21 SacramentsTarot and The 21 Sacraments7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tarot & The 21 Sacraments
Fair Warning: This work will have unmarked Spoilers for Silent Hill 4.
Table of Contents
01.―――Major Arcana & the 21 Sacraments: The Big List
02.―――Analysis I - The First Sign
03.―――Analysis II - The Second Sign
04.―――Analysis III - The Third Sign
05.―――Analysis IV - The Final Sign
06.―――Analysis V - The Fool Card?
Major Arcana & The 21 Sacraments: The Big List
01121: Jimmy Stone
└ 01. The Magician
└ Ten Hearts
02121: Bobby Randolph
└ 02. The High Priestess
└ Ten Hearts
03121: Sein Martin
└ 03. The Empress
└ Ten Hearts
04121: Steve Garland
└ 04. The Emperor
└ Ten Hearts
05121: Rick Albert
└ 05. The Hierophant
└ Ten Hearts
06121: George Rosten
└ 06. The Lovers
└ Ten Hearts
BalloonsBalloons6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Releasing my grip,
it drifted away
and joined the mass
of colorful circles in the sky.
Then, I felt a tug
on my hand.
I looked down
to see a child.
I lifted my gaze
and saw the sun
illuminate the sky
for the last time
and disappear among the
pink and violet
streaks of color.
And we smiled,
holding hands, as
fade out into dots.
Ellias:Electronique Support XDEllias:Electronique Support XD8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ellias Point of View
Left jab, right jab, left jab, its all pretty consequential. All I have to do is keep eye contact with those golden eyes and that psychotic smile. When her lips curl to the right, it is a left jab, and when her
left eyebrow rises, it is a right jab. All I have to do is concentrate, I thought, until she would speak to
me during battle.
You have such fight in you, girl.. she would say in that Russian accent of hers,
throwing a kick. I blocked it.
So do you, hag I need to keep a serious expression. I HAVE to, or I will give myself away. I think she was trying to exploit it. I think she knows.
Ouch. Such name calling is necessary? she would say, blocking one of my punches, Well, must of gotten it from her, I suppose.
Shut it!! Id shout, flipping backwards, avoiding an electrical strike.
Oh hoh hoh a nerve. she grinned, advancing. b
She Stands StillShe stands stillShe Stands Still6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a lucky wall .
She stands still
yet such intensity
and takes over me.
She stands still
than words could.
She stands still
the utter beauty
of this moment.
She stands still
my heart with
an indescribable fire.
She stands still
for she needs not
to move an eyelash
for you to realize
you are simply comtemplating
at a goddess.
HTTYD: Five Times...RuffnutSummary: Five times Ruffnut was scared, and one she was brave. Femslash, companion piece to "Five Times..."HTTYD: Five Times...Ruffnut6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When they are six, Tuffnut tells Ruffnut that babies are made when two people kiss. She, in turn, tells Astrid, but Astrid doesn't believe her, and kisses Ruff to prove it.
Sure enough, Ruffnut's belly does not swell like she's seen on some of the women. Astrid takes this as a sign that Tuffnut is, once again, just being a stupid boy. Ruffnut kind of thinks Astrid did it wrong, but then they're off to the next game, and she forgets.
Later that evening though, she remembers. She gets nervous, and then she gets scared, because maybe it doesn't matter that Astrid's not a boy, and maybe she did it right after all, and Ruff doesn't want a baby. She's quiet and distracted during dinner, and when their father takes Tuff to the creek for a bath, their mother pulls Ruffnut to the side and asks her what's wrong.
KagaminiutsuruNight begins to fall;Kagaminiutsuru10 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
My window becomes instead
a darkened mirror
teach me how to breathe.I am in love with a black-haired girl.teach me how to breathe.7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
She has caramel skin, buttercup eyes, and sunflowers for wings. She is like a butterfly, hiding, who hasnt yet metamorphosized. But beneath that tattered torn beaten broken shell she is waiting, waiting for the moment the sun is born, to bring the world into light.
She takes the time to arrange her petals, sapphire in the dead of night, and never allows the sun to kiss her eyes before she is fully prepared for the gaze of the moon, before she is as beautiful as she ever could be (which, in the mind of the volcano, was always and forever).
She spent her nights in the Milky Way, and watches the sun wake up while dancing on train tracks. She catches birds with her fingers and brings life to broken toys. She plays the drums with palm trees and paints pictures with flowers. She sings songs with maple leaves and bathes in the spotlight of the sky.
Three days ago she took my hand, lead me to the desert. I smiled at her happy cheeks and wondered wha
Six Word StoryOnly six words?!Six Word Story5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How the hell
ZW 2010 - FAMILY"So let me get this straightZuko's mom invited you to the palace for 'tea'."ZW 2010 - FAMILY6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"The Fire Nation Palace."
"What are you getting at, Toph?" Katara paused in doing her hair in a traditional Fire Nation topknot, and turned to stare at the earthbender, eyebrow raised and hands on her hips.
"Nothing, Sugar Queen, nothing at all," Toph replied innocently, hands raised in surrender. Katara rolled her eyes and turned back to the mirror.
"It's not like I don't want to go. It'll be great to meet the Fire Lord's mother, and revisit with Iroh and everyone."
Katara hesitated. " yes, and Zuko."
Toph smirked. "Ohohohaving second thoughts, Sugar Queen?"
"What are you talking about? I can't wait to go!" Katara huffed, pretending to smooth down her hair to hide her flush. Besides it's not like I can turn down an invitation from the former Fire Lady
The Jester and the BallerinaOnce upon a time, there was a doll named Martin.The Jester and the Ballerina6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Martin was a wooden court jester, and he was a very ugly doll; his outfit was made up of squares of gaudy red and yellow paint; the joints in his legs and arms weren't very well made, so his limbs dangled quite awkwardly, and his nose was too large for his carved little face.
Now, the playroom where Martin lived had many, many other toys. When these toys weren't being played with, they were meant to be kept in the toy chest, but more often than not, they lay scattered across the floor in various states of disarray.
Puzzle pieces stuck out from under the rug; a doll lay face down beside a ball, her hair askew and her dress thrown up over her head; and tin soldiers kept various positions, ready to stab unsuspecting feet with their deadly little bayonets (A fierce war between the tinnies and the bare feet had been raging since the beginning of Tin Soldiery).
And yet, in the midst of this childhood chaos, there was one place where the toys r
The Morning Dream My eyes flickered open. In the near complete darkness I could see I was not alone. A teenage boy sat on the floor, his head level to mine which rested on the couch. He did not look at me, but rather held his lowered gaze. I laid unmoving, noticing the moonlight reflecting off his cropped, pearl-blond hair as he swayed to the rhythm of the pen. Endlessly he poured out words into the notebook that rested on his folded lap, the fact never occurring to him that his time was greatly limited. Or perhaps that was the only thought running through his mind as he raced to preserve his existence in the ink. His eyes never turned to meet mine, as if he knew a glance would wake me from the surreal silence in which he found his only sanctuary. In this quiet, we were at peace; no fear to split us apart in the darkness. And in this moment we were bound by a need, the need for a pThe Morning Dream6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
008. Innocencei want to believe that008. Innocence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is the same sky we're looking at.
that the stars above us
are the same
the choking pollution cuts out
the constellations with smog, sharp as
darling, i think i am
s t a l l i n g
and breaking down
so too much of a good thing is like having honey
running down your throat. it
sticks and clogs and you don't understand how much it hurts
until you try to speak.
(and then you realize: it'sallyourfault,it'sallyourfault.)
take your seraphim eyes elsewhere, because, this isn't the place for
someone as pretty and innocent and whole as you and
there used to be something real for people like me. reality doesn't
wait around for children who need to take the time to
wash away their burning tears. but
i think we're poetic, you and i. and this hurt in my skull,
in my chest, in my stomach, it reminds me of you.
because sitting in the parking lot with a
bag of chips and your restless nighttime music pounding i
Vampyre::Vampyre::Vampyre12 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
See beyond thy misted eyes
Crimson tears in reminscence
Truths are naught but hidden lies
Mourning o'er lost innocence.
Unholy act of resurrection
Tis fatal kiss gives immortal life
Bound to drink with fervent conviction
Condemn thy soul with lasting strife
Thou flawless skin shall deceive
Hide thy guilt, thy bloodstained teeth
With open arms, thee will receive
Mortals with a living heartbeat
Forsaken forever by the Sun,
Seek comfort from the Night,
Thy rays force thee to ever run
And thou to flee in sudden flight
Lacking warmth, an icy touch
A vampyre's kiss doth damn
Thy being tis ever fueled by bloodlust
Thou shall feed off the nectar of Man
Letting GoLetting Go6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember exactly where I stood.
I remember the feel of the cool rain on my skin.
I remember the scent of the coming of Spring.
I remember everything about that moment, as if I'm frozen in time.
I remember how it felt as your hands slipped out of mine.
I remember the way your voice sounded different, hollow.
I remember the way your hair moved in the breeze of the incoming storm.
I remember seeing the emptiness in your eyes as a flash of lightening shot across the sky.
I remember the taste of salty tears running over my lips and dripping off my chin.
I remember hearing the breaking of my heart.
I remember seeing you walk away.
I remember standing there, barefoot in my front yard.
I remember that loud roar of thunder that was the perfect explanation point to your departure.
I remember the rain stopping.
I remember going back to that spot on the lawn and looking up at the sky.
I remember feeling the bright sun warm my face.
I remember hearing the birds singing to each other.
I remember s
When I'm 64 (My Style)The following takes place with Paul, John and Brian.When I'm 64 (My Style)1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Paul, pacing: Ok, guys, I really need to talk to you about something!
John: Sure, Paul, what's up?
Brian: Go ahead!
Paul, singing: When I get older, losing my hair...
Paul: Many years from now... will ya still be sending me a Valentine, birthday greeting, bottle of wine?
John, whispering to Brian: I don't do that now!
Paul: Shut up! If I'd been out 'til quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Paul: Will ya still need me, will ya still feed me, when I'm 64?
Brian: Probably not!
John and Brian, singing mockingly: Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooohhhhhhhh...
Paul: Hey, I got a newsflash fa' you jerks! You'll be ol-der toooooooo....
John and Brian, screaming: AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHH!
Paul: AND- if you say the word-
Brian: What word?
Paul: I. Could. Stay. With. You.
John: How kind!
Paul: I knew you'd think so! And think about this! I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your light has gone!
John, dreamily: Oh, Paul!
tattoo artistone time you compare me to a dancer.tattoo artist6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i ask why.
you claim my every movement is as graceful
as the gentle turning of the earth,
as precise as the path of a raindrop
shattering perfectly into glass.
Where did you read that? Shakespeare?
Ye of little faith. I don't dance.
dumb puppy, soft-headed loser,
i adore you but i do not trust your brains.
it is freezing outside when we walk across
the gap between
cars, and you show me what it feels
like to be touched by numb
lips, pressed against a wall of my reticence
like a bone-chilling wind.
It was just a kiss. Why did you look at me that way?
For once I thought somebody understood.
i close the door
to keep out wind and fear and confusion and you.
it doesn't take me long to explain all
your bad points.
in summary, you are a selfish reckless rock-solid
phony with gossamer insides and armor out
idiot for love, unstable as ripe volcanic magma
and just as passionate.
But I will follow you on destruction's path.
Boy, we'll blaze out
Sherlock Vs YoutubeSherlock vs YoutubeSherlock Vs Youtube2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“But it doesn’t make sense!” Sherlock yelled at John as he paced the living room. John sighed and looked at Sherlock.
“What now?” He asked, scanning the new comments on his blog.
“This, this...video!” Sherlock growled, tossing his new (but already cracked) Kindle onto the cluttered table by John’s laptop. John looked down at the frozen Youtube picture and chuckled.
“Sherlock, it’s just a dumb comedy video. That’s all.” John said with a grin. Sherlock glared.
“I’m not entirely sure, but I don’t think a fox goes “Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding”.” The sound of Sherlock imitating the video made John bust out laughing.
“Sherlock, you’re something else.” He laughed. He looked back at his computer screen while Sherlock stormed out of the room. Moments later, John jumped at a loud clamber of Sherlock dragging stuff across the room. “And w
Not againns again. Yesterday I...Not again5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
stacatto tressesi've always had a way of tr-ip-pping over my own words. i once thought that it was because i spoke too quickly, too soon, always eager to get to the next thought.stacatto tresses6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i've come to realize that it's because the words are too big for me.
my mind has always been far ahead, alwaysalways running [even though i'm an asthmatic.] i'm a little child and i'm wobbling around like a young colt, trying to get accustomed to my own legs.
i gave up chase, and the dust has settled.
i can't even see the place where you touched my heart [you swallowed it whole, and now it's a part of you, no longer mine.] but you can't fit my words in your mouth, either. maybe we're not two peas in a pod, but two smiles in a crowd. the turmoil stills in the eye of the storm, but you and i are running towards the other wall of the hurricane moremoremore chaos.
entropy isn't chaos, isn't randomness, isn't a theory; it's the fact that holds me together even when i want to burst into a shower of quarks.
The monster in the schoolThe monster in the school7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
It was recess time at the girls boarding school and all thirteen were outside playing soccer. Though their headmaster said it was a boyish sport and it was inappropriate for young ladies such as themselves to run around in their school dresses and kick a leather ball to each other, well, they just could not help themselves especially during such a beautiful morning. They were only little girls having fun. What was the harm? They all played in the forest-like backyard of the castle-like boarding house.
You are supposed to kick the ball! Carmen shouted at Lydia, the smallest and youngest of them all. She was also the newest one around. The thirteenth girl, she was, which added to the rumors that she was klutz that only brought bad luck. It has been two weeks only since shes arrived, but most of the girls still treated her like some stranger (all except that girl Myrtle because she was just as weird
A moment of fury Chapter 7Chapter 7A moment of fury Chapter 77 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A few days passed and the investigation team returned to Konoha, the rumours about Naruto, and the destruction of the town had spread through the village by this time, and everyone was awaiting the news about what they had concluded.
Morino Ibiki had led the investigation, and reported his findings to both the council and Tsunade. He had concluded that the attack was done by ninjas numbering at least four, and at least one of them prominent in using fire style jutsus. Something Naruto didnt know. He also concluded that there was a battle, and that in that battle, the four ninjas were killed.
His overall conclusion, Naruto had arrived after the attack and killed the rogue ninjas.
The council was happy with the conclusion, not even concerned with the fact they had not had faith that Naruto was responsible.
Ibiki and Tsunade left the council chambers together and moved to her office.
Ibiki. Was there anything to explain Narutos recent behaviou
GoldfishCircles make the watery world.Goldfish6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Round and round, distorted glass;
The globe of earth made miniature.
This time, will he be safe at last?
Green and keen, the eye arises,
Ever focused, upon the frantic flash of fins.
Golden orange, his blur of fear
Centers on the cat's white mittens.
Trapped, trapped! With nowhere to flee,
He baits and flops, unwilling to await
The sink of teeth through tender scales.
There was never a way to fight his fate.
Sexy SakuSakura HarunoSexy Saku9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I cant believe Im actually doing this, Tsunade-sama owes me big for this one. Naruto, I need you to teach me that stupid jutsu of yours.
Which one Sakura-chan?
I look around before answering to make sure nobody else was within hearing range. Seeing Sasuke-kun heading our way, I quickly pull us into a nearby alleyway. Sexy no Jutsu.
I sigh as his eyes light up in excitement, Of, course Sakura-chan Then he frowns, his brow wrinkling in thought, But why do you need to learn it?
Lowering my eyes, I mumble, It is for a mission.
He scratches the back of his head, confusion written all over his face, A mission?
Yes, idiot, a mission Now are you going to teach it to me or not? I shout a little too loud to suit my purposes of staying hidden.
He narrows his eyes at me but agrees.
A few hours later, I have mastered the technique...well sorta,