The Ult. Sonic Fanchara GuideThe Ult. Sonic Fanchara Guide6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Ultimate Sonic Fan Character Creation GuideDISCLAIMER TYPE THINGY: This is a guide of tips for making the most unique and awesome Sonic fan character possible. Everything in here is what I believe makes a truly awesome and not "Mary Sue-infested" Sonic fan character, and is strictly MY OPINION. You, as the reader, do not have to follow these guidelines exactly. I am not, in any way, personally attacking and/or defending any fan characters out there and/or any fan characters mentioned here. I also do not claim any of them as my own. There are many Sonic fan characters out there who break these guidelines and are still unique, awesome, and greatly received by the public. I even broke some of these rules. Heck, SEGA themselves even went past these limits. But like I said, no one is being forced to follow these guidelines (even if I capitalize "DO NOT DO THIS"), so continue reading to find out how to make your character super special awesome! And if you have any questi
What do you do with a llama?What do you do with a llama? Allow me to let you in on a little secret. Llamas are the most useful creatures in existence. You don't believe me? Well then, I shall prove it to you.What do you do with a llama?4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Let me start with the basics. Llamas have been used to caddy golf clubs, act as guard animals for sheep, carry down ore from mountain mines, and drive carts for transportation. They can be used for entertainment when breeders bring their llamas to compete in shows and races, their meat can be used to make burgers and steaks (and it apparently tastes like a mixture of beef and lamb with a tinge of extra sweetness), and they can be even used for companionship due to their gentle and good-natured souls. Still not convinced? Their thick outer coat of fur can be used to make rugs and ropes, while their fine undercoats can be turned into garments and handicrafts. Oh, and guess what? Llamas can be ev
Yoshi Cookie RecipesYoshi Cookie Recipes9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In addition to the following ingredients, you'll need a baking sheet and some aluminium foil.
Butter - 50 grams
Sugar - 50 grams
1/2 an egg, beaten
A dash of vanilla essence
Cake Flour - 130 grams
Baking Powder - 1/2 Teaspoon
Take the butter from the fridge and allow it to reach room temperature.
Flatten the butter in a bowl as best you can, then whisk it until fluffy.
Add half of the sugar and beat it into the butter, then add the other half and beat until creamy.
Add the egg a little bit at a time, mixing well.
Add the dash of vanilla essence.
Sift the flour into a bowl, then add it to the other ingredients.
Use a wooden spoon to mix everything together, and shape it into a dough.
Wrap the dough in clingfilm/plastic wrap, and put it in the refrigerator for 30 minutes.
Use a rolling pin to flatten the dough to about 5mm thickness.
Use a cookie cutter to cut out heart-shaped pieces, and put them on a sheet of aluminium foil on a baking tray.
forgetForget that anything ever happened.forget6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget you once gave me something
And forget that I ever gave you so much of myself.
I used to cling to the memories
Wasted my time hanging on to useless hopes
But now I just want to forget it all.
So forget I ever loved you
Forget I ever touched your life
Forget I ever existed
And Ill forget you in return.
love poemI love the way your eyes always shine,love poem8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love the way you wont let go,
I love the way you tell me you're mine,
I love the way it's easy to show,
That most of all, I just love you.
It's true, I love every inch of you,
I'll love you when it's hard to sleep,
When my thoughts are shades of blue,
I'll love you even when the blue skies weep,
And our garden burns around us.
I dont know what I would ever do,
If I made you ever cry,
I never want to ever hurt you,
I dont want this to ever die,
And I dont want you to ever frown.
I'm so weak when I am with you,
One look and your eyes paralyze,
I'm no one else when I'm around you,
I dont need a masking false disguise,
Because I trust you most of all.
Red and pink and white lined tradition,
Symbolize the greatest emotion,
Valentine's day is but a transition,
Another good way to show my devotion,
To you and us and even the blue,
Anything as long as It is with you.
hint 87every day,hint 875 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
go home and convince yourself
that you've never met a woman.
if it helps,
dig a hole in your yard
and fill it with your head.
if you do not have a yard
in which to dig,
from a family member
or sympathetic friend.
if you do not have a head
with which to fill your hole,
all the better for it.
Is it loyalty...?I would follow you to any place, you know that.Is it loyalty...?4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But still... I don't know what your goal is, and never will.
Why am I still obsessed with you?
Why is your picture still on my mind all the time?
Is this the loyalty I was speaking of then?
Or is it just me who doesn't see it is over for all eternity?
You once gave me the feeling of being part of the world,
yet you have your own problems to deal with.
'I deserve better people than you.'
Maybe...maybe you're right with that.
the same old story.he was the boy who grew up too soon.the same old story.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
while all the other ones talked endlessly about video games and rock bands,
he spent his days studying,
attempting to block out the noise.
she was an artist.
paint was her blood,
music was her breath,
and words were her tears.
as a free spirit, she loved life for what it was,
and she was the light of his world,
but she never---
please, just stop it. now. no one wants to feel like a fucking cliche, ever, and yet, that's what the guilt always turns into: that's right, a travesty of the stereotypical plotline that should have never happened in the first place. this never turned romantic, so we shouldn't be playing roles as though it is. if only it was possible to simply forget that we were supposed to be special, then i could continue forth, happy with life. but no. the way you quietly wait for me to come back to you, the way you say nothing when i'm being shallow, proud, insensitive, and overall terrible towards you--it's agonizing. how do i t
50 Consejos para estudiantes50 Consejos para estudiantes5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
+ de 50 CONSEJOS PARA ESTUDIANTES DE DISEÑO GRÁFICO
Escrito por Chii-Original.
Por motivos de que ya acabé la licenciatura les comparto este magnifico tutorial , con tips y consejos que me hubieran ayudado al momento de entrar si alguien me los hubiera dicho.
Espero que los lean y los pongan en práctica , porque en verdad ayudan. Espero que no cometan los mismos errores que yo cometí y disfruten su carrera.
Les deseo muchos éxitos a todos los que esten empezando su carrera o quieran estudiar diseño gráfico.
¡Vamos a los tips!
1.Escojan una universidad que tenga laboratorios visibles de diseño gráfico. Que cuenten con programas tales como Photoshop e Illustrator como básicos. No se preocupen si usan Mac o no, esto es relativo, ya que en la vida real muchas empresas no tienen suficiente capital para pagarlas. Y , es muy importante , que esten certificadas por el ministerio de educación
KaomojiKaomoji5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Multiple Line Kaomoji:
（ﾟ､ ｡ ７
( )_( )
Single Line Kaomoji:
( =^)☆(^o^) [Kiss]
´o` [*Why Not??]
(ﾟД ﾟ ) [Shock]
sleeping to dream.last night, i dreamt of you.sleeping to dream.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you were trapped between the hot, urgent waves of my pulse and the cool, twisted sheets of my bed. you were desperate and angry and everywhere. i couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't live around you. i was sinking in your chest and praying against your throat and the moon washed us silver with approval. the stars looked down and smiled for such young, frantic lovers are hard to find.
we were more than the earth, more than faded myths and legends buried beneath the silt. we were closing gaping distance with hungry mouths and sealing ancient promises with naked desire. we gave it all to one another as i stripped out of ragged cloth and quivering inhibition and you peeled out of bloodied armor and smothering responsibility. you were tired with slumped shoulders, but you didn't ache for sleep. you ached for me as i've ached for you. you were playful and tender and dominating and vulnerable. you were possessive and awed and hopeful and mine. oh, mos
Carrotia no5: Violaceous HalfCarrotia no5: Violaceous Half10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"I don't know how many guards are still alive," Shilee's voice rung through the spacious hallway. "So you better keep your gun ready." He peeked around the edge of the wall, searching the irregularily illuminated corridor. "Think it's all safe here, though."
"That's comforting," Poll muttered, her left arm still clinging around Tinn's body. He was still awake, but only barely; every once in a while, he'd attempt to faint again. His sighs and moans were occasionally punctuated with half-sentences regarding Primari acoustics and the modern carrot. She made a quick mental note to look into aversion therapy as soon as possible. "Now will you stop ranting?"
"What, you don't like to listen to me speak? I'm truly hurt, Pollin." The grin in his voice was audible. She clenched her teeth. Aversion therapy. With a mace. "It's been five years, yeah, but that's no need to treat me like I'm no longer your buddy. Remember that stint we pulled on your Lieutenant that once? Man
Hollow~きょ~Hollow2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
So young and so used,
Don't stop, the world is watching,
They can't look away.
I am a coward,
I've seen things you won't believe,
I wish you would stay.
Try to convince you,
I made peace with who I am,
Deny who I was.
We cover our scars,
We take hits when we are bored,
They make us look good.
Not afraid to die,
Where will we be tomorrow?
Bear a sincere smile.
I taste only sin,
The night is our memory,
No fear of regret.
Smell the stench of death,
Burning in the lust of youth,
Breathing is shallow.
I glamorized suicide,
Brought stories from down under,
And I'm a hero.
~きょ~ © J-Goth/Amanda P.
The 'New' Team Rocket One ShotsThe 'New' Team Rocket One Shots3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"How about we battle and then I take your Pokemon." said Red eagerly already pulling out his Pokeballs.
"I-I'm s-sorry, but I'm going to have to take your Pokemon!!" stumbled Yellow who was trying to look tough.
"Lets just make this quick and give me your Pokemon." said Green giving a very intimidating yet bored look.
"Fufufu~ That's some nice Pokemon there~" said Blue already holding the other trainers pokeball.
"Want to give me your Pokemon and we can have dinner?~" Gold said with a grin playing around with his billiard cue.
"If I want to be a top rank catcher, than I'm going to have to take your Pokemon. You'll understand right?" said Crystal looking through a list of Pokemon she has yet to "catch"
"Just hand over your Pokemon you weakling." Silver said coldly.
Nothing v1.5NothingNothing v1.58 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A short play by David Couture
A bare stage. GUY 1 is standing CENTRE stage.
GUY 2 [entering]. Hey.
GUY 1. Hello.
GUY 2. What are you doing?
GUY 1. I'm watching the burning house.
GUY 2. What burning house?
GUY 1. The one that's offstage.
GUY 2. It's offstage?
GUY 1. What do you see onstage?
GUY 2. Nothing.
GUY 1. That's because it's offstage.
GUY 2. Then what's the point?
GUY 1. It's a plot device.
GUY 2. A what?
GUY 1. A plot device. Something introduced to the narrative in order to advance it. In this case, a burning house.
GUY 2. Is it working?
GUY 1. You're here now.
GUY 2. Is it a symbol?
GUY 1. Everything is a symbol.
GUY 2. I don't get it.
I don't think I like this plot device.
GUY 1. Give it time. Have
I woke upJuly 10, 2000I woke up6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I woke up
after passing out
after smoking up
after coming down
from the wa-wa sound
induced by nitrous filled punch balloons
I woke up
after snorting lines of ketamine
coupled with hits of acid and ecstasy
I woke up
after seven people died
from shooting heroin into their veins
I woke up
in a folding camp chair
with a hand wrapped around
a bag of weed
stuffed in my pocket
to a booming voice
telling me I was going to jail.
and I thanked god when they put on the cuffs
that I was one of the lucky ones that woke up.
SolitudeSolitude11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drink The Tears From My Eyes..
Taste The Blood From My Pains..
Only Than You Might Know..
What Runs Deep Through My veins..
Feel The Depts Of My Soul..
Smell The Scent Of My Fears..
For To Know Me By Heart..
Will Take More Than Just years
Bevi le lacrime dai miei occhi..
assapora il sangue dal mio dolore..
solo quello che tu puoi conoscere..
Che corre in profondità attraverso le mie vene..
Senti le profondità della mia anima..
Annusa l'odore delle mie paure..
Per conoscermi con il cuore.
Prenderà maggiormente...che solo anni
per la traduzione in italiano non sono sicuro...
...l'ultima frase la potrei tradurre con un "Durerà di più che solo anni"...
The Loneliness of The HopeThe Loneliness of The Hope11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stains of dense night
which is expanded as branches
it shades the sky
colours which grow dark
shading the sight in the tears
in the branches of the pain
covering the stars
covering the moon
darkening every light
darkening every smile
tears as leaves
they come off the branches
they fall in the night
they mark the shade as falling stars
and they dance as feathers
in a winter of pain
where the moon cries the own sun
where the tears are blood
and where the river begins
pain drops transported by the current
the time dies
been drowned in the despair
fingers drenched with blood
which for the answers still look
they follow the river
to understand that the end is only the beginning
to understand that every tear
will cut for always the soul
wounds on a bark
interrupted the rings of the life
bleeding the despair
shouting again the snow
winter which dances in the darkness
clouds of shade which melt themselves in the air
shivers of intense cold
dress made of stone
I fall in the river
messages.it's twenty degrees outside, and when he breathes into the air, the smoke spells sex.messages.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
but not the loving kind, the kind where taking a shower just isn't enough to get the smell of him off of me.
he's all wrapped up into disney movie, magic shit. when i know that he is just some dirty subliminal message, and i'll get sucked in.(but i'll tell myself it's not my fault, because my sub-conscious should be more aware, and i'll pinch myself to make sure i'm sleeping.)
i know that's not right. (anything to keep me asleep)
if and when he holds my hand he squeezes 3 times, and that means "i love you." and i am aware that i should squeeze back 3 times because that is just courteous to do. but for some reason i squeeze once, and that just means, "okay."
(there is this part of me that wishes my subconscious could catch
misunderstanding to understandMy nosemisunderstanding to understand6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
pressed against the wall
but you don't hear my voice
on the back of the door
I cover the walls with my love for you
but you don't read my words
You do not see
You see it is not
To take action
Where there is no action
in my life
even though I have dedicated my life
you don't even know
No you don't even acknowledge
Your resistance is legendary
Air Raid: A Steampunk Story "EEEHHHH...OOOOOOEEEEHHHHH......" I jerked up, grabbed my knife, and tugged my little sister to my chest. I rolled out of the bed to a crouch even before I was fully awake enough to think Air Raid. Slippers. Lana's feet would be cold and tug, tug, blanket off the bed. Glass might be flying. What else had the Masters at school said to do?Air Raid: A Steampunk Story3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The noise, the noise was loud. I curled up against Ammy, covered my ears, started to scream. "Make it go away, Ammy!" I managed to say before I started to sob. I hated the noise. It scared me. Always scared me. But Bear would make it better. He always made things better. I turned my head a bit to look at the bed, but Bear was gone. My breathing became rapid and panicky. "Where's Bear?" I needed him. Now.
"We have to go, Lana." Slippers flap when you run. It's really annoying. Blankets make it hard to see the door, which is even more annoying. And little sisters who don't run are the most annoying of all. Maybe the siren was jus
Unexpected Healing - Ch 1Unexpected HealingUnexpected Healing - Ch 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The last three days had been a blur of wine sinks and brothels as Sandor put his winnings from the Hand's tourney to good use.
The twenty thousand gold awarded to the Hound when Loras Tyrell ceded the field opened the doors of the city's finest establishments, as well as the legs of the city's finest whores. The only problems with such places, as Sandor soon found, were the patrons. The young nobles and wealthy traders that frequented them had pointedly ignored his presence when he was simply Joffrey's Hound. Now, they practically fell over themselves to talk to the champion of the Hand's Tourney the man who had faced his own brother to save the much loved Knight of Flowers. They had no interest in him, he knew, only in the stories they would have to tell their friends of their encounter with the Hand's Champion, or the Prince's rabid dog as they called him when they thought he couldn't hear. Lickspittles and kiss asses, the lot of t