Killing LonelinessKilling Loneliness7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1-Dance to this Beat
"Oh, you're in trouble!" Yin cooed and smirked at the green-haired boy. "What'd you do this time?"
"What!? I didn't do anything!" Fumito blinked as he heard the angry yell. "All I did was accidentally walk into the bathroom while Hisaye was showering. I swear, I didn't mean to!"
Yin laughed, Fumito was a goofy and clumsy person, but he was also smart. He was useful for his smartness, but always got on Hisaye's nerves with his allegedly accidental antics.
"Well, I'm not sticking around. You, my friend, are the only known person to get on Hisaye's nerves. It's usually not pretty...see you!"
The dark-haired woman hurriedly left the room just as Hisaye walked in. She had finished her shower and such before coming to erm "talk" to Fumito. How he was able to get to her was beyond her. There was just always that wanting to explode on him.
"No, Yin! Don't leave me alone!" Fumito tried to follow, but stopped as Hisaye walked in. "Oh uh...hey
the Hundred Year FarceThe Hundred Year Farcethe Hundred Year Farce7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
a PLAY in brief
[Open on a bus stop with bench, currently unoccupied. OLD MAN enters slowly from SR, hobbles to and sits on the far side of the bench. He takes a sighing breath, then extricates a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. He places one in his mouth, lights it, and smokes contentedly. There is the sound of a scuffle off SR, and YOUNG MAN is thrown bodily onto the stage, where he staggers to his feet, somewhat drunk.]
YOUNG MAN: Just you wait til I'm sober again! [Nearly falls twice] but until then, I'll give you time to think about it. [He weaves his way to the near side of the bench and gestures to it] this seat taken? [OLD MAN shakes his head, and he sits.]
OLD MAN: The fighting any good tonight son?
YOUNG MAN: The best in weeks. [Peers at OLD MAN] Do I know you?
OLD MAN: Nope.
YOUNG MAN: But I just saw you in the bar.
OLD MAN: You're the only man I know that professes to
comparisonI love you like an FBI agentcomparison7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
loves his confidentials
with outspoken disdain,
but with the silent reverence
of a bishop who
loves a ripened hooker
producing copious friction
on his neglected phallus,
as much as a poet who,
try as she might to find something new,
loves her used analogies,
the forgotten grandmother who
loves to visit the thrift store every
Saturday, waiting to die
while comparing prices on socks,
as if she were a mathematician
who loves quantifying events into numbers,
as much as I
Places-4: ClosetPlaces-4: Closet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our first meeting was inside a closet.
Incidentally, so was our first year together.
Our first meeting was difficult.
We were like two tiny existentialists
Fighting for the most valuable resource of our times.
The darkness beyond the closeted door
Belonged to her. She had stayed there
Before I arrived and opened the door.
She wouldnt share her darkness with me.
She fought like a wild animal. Following
The two most important things in the closet
The animal instinct. And shadows
Darker than the darkness. And hence, glowing.
Her strength and her pace drew me to her.
I fought back.
We fought for many days. Continuously.
And then, like it happens with all fights,
We forgot why we fought.
The reason fell short of perpetuating forever.
And our fight went beyond the boundaries of reason.
Slowly, we came to realize that the fight
Had become something we looked forward to.
An excuse to each others company.
We knew each other by the smell of sweat.
And touch. We fought f
The ImpossibleI want to pick each rain drop out of the skyThe Impossible6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And place them side by side in my pocket
I want to glue every grain of sand on the beach
Into a collage shaped to look like you
I want to strum a guitar with an alien head
To the song we first danced to
I want to tie us together forever
With every emotion I've ever felt for you
I want to do all the impossible
Just so I can prove my love to you
Cold Blooded part 12Ahahah-choo! Amu groaned, and reached for another Kleenex. She really shouldve taken a hot bath yesterday after the milk accident, but she just felt too tired. Shed changed and curled up in bed as soon as shed gotten home. Maybe if she had taken that bath, she wouldnt be sick right now.Cold Blooded part 126 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She jumped as she heard a knock on her balcony door. Can I come in? the voice was pretty muffled by the glass between them, but Amu could still make out what was being said.
Yeah, sure Ikuto, come in. She said between sniffles. Amu watched him as he walked gracefully into her room. He looked extremely hot, as usual.
He stood in front of her with an odd expression on his face, You look...
Dont say it! she cut him off in a warning tone. She already knew she looked bad; she didnt need to hear it too! What are you doing here anyways?
I came for a visit. Ikuto smir
Drawing FAQDrawing FAQ4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
EDIT: This is REALLY LONG, so feel free to search for the question you want answered by hitting Ctrl+F to bring up your browser's search function. Any and all insults contained herein are for comedic purposes only (except when I'm addressing excessively stupid people, in which case, they started it. I find ignorance offensive. Even my own). If it helps, I get tired of being cruel about a quarter of the way in, and although I'm still quite sarcastic after that, I'm at least informative. You may have better luck just looking at my tutorials. More pictures, less sarcasm.
My Drawing FAQ AKA The Long-Winded Philosophy Of Pencil Drawings
Q. Can I ask you a quick question?
A. I guess, but make it snappy. I'm pretty busy.
Q. You're just sitting there... and spinning around in your swivel chair.
A. That is not true! I'm also trying to balance a pencil on my lip. Anyway, what may be perceived as staring slack-jawed into space, or gawking at screenc
Fuck HatersFuck haters 'cause they're the ones to blameFuck Haters4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When gay kids get depressed and take their lives each day.
These haters bag on gay kids and make them feel like shit,
Haters tell gays to give up on life and quit.
Girls liking girls and guys liking guys,
Continuing to tease, leading to suicide.
Fuck haters, they tell the gay kids to go "away."
We'll all band together and make those haters pay.
** Who are they to say what's right and what's "gay?" **
Your anti-gay votes help slit their throats.
They sit around and mope, slip their necks through the rope.
STR8 & AGAINST H8!
DON'T BE H8IN ON THE HOMOS!
SOME KIDS ARE GAY, THAT'S OK!
SOME DUDES MARRY DUDES, GET OVER IT!
SOME CHICKS MARRY CHICKS, GET OVER IT!
YES TO PROP8! NOH8! FCKH8!
shugo chara,amuto romanceBobcat: I dont own shugo charashugo chara,amuto romance7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Crystal (my chara): but she wants to
Bobcat: who said you could come out?
Crystal: no one, can we get on with it now?
Ive never written a fanfic before so I welcome all comments, the pairings are:
A girl stood on top of a high cliff, the wind blowing through hair the colour of the sun. She was watching as four people (or technically one person; a girl and three sprites) walk past. Shall we begin kuroro, star? she said as a little chara with a white gown, shoes, a sliver choker and short black hair sat on her right shoulder whilst a chara in a black crop top, black shorts, knee-high boots and a black choker with long white hair sat on her left. Both of them smiled at their mistress as she descended back down the cliff muttering a spell as she went, the story shall now unfold she breathed with a smile.
our chains.Had we enough time, maybe in wordsour chains.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We would have found comfort
Felt the way our heartbeats
Danced a ballet, weaving together
Soft ribbons between our souls
And felt each tug
When we strayed too far.
But along our way
Our eyes would search
And to be found, sweet joys in others
And felt the weight of ribbons
Or gentle cobwebs bind our wrists
How are we meant to be free
When our lives are tangled so?
Where in each day, gathered together-
Our burden of chains, and in each pull
They tighten, until we realise
To be free, we must let go
Master List of TFLN FF7 LinksPick and choose the ones that strike your fancy. There is something for everyone taste!Master List of TFLN FF7 Links5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sorry -- Reno tires to get some pity sex.
My Bad -- Tseng gets a phone call from Reno
Runny Nose -- Reno torments Zack at a meeting where he was listening to Reeve talk.
No Fun -- Reno is on vacation. Rude is not.
Ride -- Reno hurts his foot.
Feng Shui -- Tseng returns from Nibelheim
Handy CloudHandy CloudHandy Cloud3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: Cloud and Tseng
Warnings: This is a yaoi fiction.
Author's Note: This is for the ZiggyPasta... dear, dear, Ziggy's birthday. I know this is a secret fetish of hers, Crisis Core Cloud and Tseng (and mine as well) so I went with it. I hope Ziggy and you, dear reader, like it.
Betaed by the wonderful Chess411 who did this for me. Thanks my perverted darling.
Cloud proves himself to particularly handy during a mission.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just using for my own amusement
The car was dead. The engine was giving off reams of steam that smelled of acid and oil. It was coming out of the hood and he was hesitant to open it. He didn't want to set the car on fire on top of everything else that went wrong with the mission.
He put his hand to his forehead and brushed back his hair that had fallen out of his pony tail as the horrid day had continued. He looked at his hand and saw that it was covered in black soo
Ugly FeatherUgly FeatherUgly Feather4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
PG. Blood and a hell of a lot of pain.
Reno and Rufus
Appearances aren't everything. Effectiveness is the important thing.
Don't own, just using for my own amusement
I don't think this is what :iconphnxdown: was expecting but this is what became of it.
For something that was supposed to be so powerful, it was rather lame-looking. The colour was a horrible, dull yellow that reminded him of an old bruise. It looked like it should be soft, but it was actually quite prickly and hard.
It was a potent piece of crap.
Tseng made sure they had one on their person at all times. He swore he was carrying the same dirty, musty old thing for years as Tseng made sure he got the same one. Elena got a fancy new one that was as long as her arm and glowed gold. Rude got one that was small but it had a re
TFLN FF7 -- lopsidedFinal Fantasy Seven: TFLN CuesTFLN FF7 -- lopsided5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Texts from Last Night)
BETA: Ziggy Pasta
Cue: " lopsided."
Warning: Er lopsided.
Disclaimer: Don't own FF7 Fandom, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Tifa, Yuffie, and Cloud
Cloud was getting impatient. He had been waiting for the girls to get ready to go for what seemed like hours.
~how can they still be fussing with their clothes?~
It wasn't like he wanted to go to this silly event anyway. He would have been more than happy to stay home and tinker with his bike, but Tifa had insisted that they go to the event celebrating the anniversary of Meteor fall.
He hated the thing. He always got mobbed by women
~and don't forget your fanboys~
and usually got his ass
Frustrated ChristianSometimes Christians baffle me. I'm talking about a very specific group of Christians... a group that is much more prevalent and numerous than I want to believe. They want to draw souls to themselves, but they sneer and spit poison when they think no one was listening. They dominate the charity scene, but they pick and choose which people are deserving of their help. Not content to just cling to their faith, they choose to cling just as tightly to their behaviors, insisting that God is leading them so their behavior is right, no matter what anyone says. If any of these describe you, my message is for you.Frustrated Christian3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You are sent to mirror the image of God to the people of earth. Is that what you want people to think God is like? Do you want people to think God is a back-biter who gleefully jeers about the "bad" people among his elite followers and friends? Do you want people to think that He only picks people
Band Days, Band DazeBand Days, Band Daze7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Band Days, Band Daze
Oh! To wake up in the morning to
The smell of polished brass,
This is the wake up call for a musician of the Senior Band Class.
We enter the band room organized, which we rehearsed,
It is common knowledge that the flute players go in first.
You might ask...
"Isn't that extra work? Why don't you just go in instead of making it into a big deal?"
And I would answer..
"It is only a big deal if you make it into one."
After we set up the room we take out our books and read,
Waiting, waiting for the moment that
All of us are freed.
The moment that we are allowed to take
Our instruments out to play,
This is only the beginning of a musical day.
You might ask...
"Why read books in band?"
And I would answer...
"You should not limit reading only to books."
Long tones, tuning, scales, more,
But before we start we must close the door,
And turn off the phone to make sure that
It won't ring,
So that we won't be distracted by anything.
You might ask...
We're band geeksWere band geeks, we know it. We spent our summer in band camp which meantWe're band geeks7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
running around the high school and considered it fun. We spent the hours on the
field marching back and forth, and even longer on playing our instruments. Then at
the end of the day we would complain on how our feet and arms and anything
else hurt, but then would get up and do it all again. When school began we all
tried to stick together, being new to this grand school, and in the morning we
would hang out in the band hallway which we had come to refer to as home.
Weekdays spent on practice and homework, Friday nights spent on football
games. Saturday was our game day; we practice like it was band camp, and then
rode on a bus for hours to our competition. And we were all excited about
marching on the field, no matter where it was or how famous it was, we were
happy. Then we would arrive home in the early hours in the morning to go home
and sleep all day Sunday just to repeat the cycle Monday. B
A Taste of Marching BandImagine yourself in a constricting, uncomfortable uniform. The shoes pinch your toes just a little. The pants are itchy. The jacket doesn't allow much movement, and the collar keeps your neck straight. The hat makes you sweat, and the chin strap is chokingly tight. You are in the band. You play an instrument. You've memorized four songs for the half time show. You've memorized numerous charts of where to move on the field. You hold your instrument in the attention position, standing straight and tall, not moving.A Taste of Marching Band9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Now imagine you are standing on the track surrounding the football field. You are in lines, waiting for the whistle to let you start marching onto the field. You look up into the stands and see over 2,000 people in the stands. They're all watching you, waiting for you to start the show. The drum major blows the whistle and you march onto the field. You roll your feet, making sure the top half of your body isn't moving but gliding to your spot. You stop and wait again. The drum
FatFATFat4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: Albedosreqium / Soyna
Setting: Crisis Coreish in nature
Rating, Genre and Warnings:
PG, because of language. Cuteness. Very mild yaoi. Oneshot!
Characters: Rufus, Tseng and Dark Nation
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted by the almighty Square Enix©. I do not profit from this endeavour.
Summary and Additional Information: Valentine's Day is gone, but there are always consequences to love. Dark Nation is getting fat and Rufus is concerned. I am picking on Rufus in so many ways lately. I don't think the man has any dignity left once I am done with him.
Rufus watched the paw reach up from underneath the table.
She had been doing that a lot lately. At first it was cute, but now it was getting annoying. Dark Nation was sure mooching a lot of food s
IntoxicatedIntoxicated6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you paint your mouth smug
and don't answer my questions
is more appealing after
my second gin and something
when the night throws up its hands
and feels like dancing.
I like how you smack me with words
and call me the names
you read in art magazines
and you like
how I trip over my tongue
when I catch you
lurking at my door
not wearing your shadow.
Perfect DayPerfect Day5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Using for own amusement. Making no profit. No © infringement intended.
Warning: Yaoi pairing, fluff overload
Pairing: Zack X Angeal
Setting: Crisis Core ??
Summary: Muffins: Zack is not the tidiest baker.
Type: One-shot ficlet request
"Wake up, pup," Angeal cooed softly leaning over Zack as he petted tousled hair, "I've made you breakfast."
Zack opened his sleepy eyes to gaze up adoringly at his mentor. "Chocolate spread on toast?" he mumbled hopefully.
"Not quite," replied Angeal, "Pancakes, but you can have them with chocolate spread if you want." He smiled down at Zack's suddenly bright face and large, puppy-like eyes. "I thought you'd be pleased," he chuckled.
Zack nodded vigorously and bounced out of bed and into the kitchen with almost childish glee. He stopped, however, when he saw what Angeal had done: the small table was
Goddess of DarknessEvil is Light and Good is Darkness: Darkness can exist without light, but even the brightest, strongest light casts a shadow.Goddess of Darkness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She died a thousand horrible deaths,
Breathed a thousand painful last breaths
She held tight to her love
the light shining from above.
As the evil light drove away the darkness
No-one could find the goddess
For she hung above the battle like death
and breathed her last breath:
She sacrificed her life;
cut through the light like a knife.
The evil God of Light has fallen,
Her sacrifice destroyed him
As I stood and watched helplessly
my hand outstretched futilely.
My mother, my Goddess,
the root of dark goodness,
found eternal rest in the ether.
She watches from the skies
But she doesn't float; she flies
ITITIT7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hate it or love it
Keep it or trash it
Win it or lose it
Save it or cash it
Bring it or drop it
Sing it or stop it
Brace it or bash it
Match it or clash it
Make it or break it
Drink it or drive it
This it or that it
Kit it or Kat it
Smoke it or quit it
Swallow or spit it
But whatever you do
half-hearted howlhalf-hearted howl8 years ago in Other More Like This
I remember a time:
Silver rivers, silver sky-
but with broken wings of mine
I was way too weak to fly.
I remember waterponds
with a crystal water stream
but while diving into time
I was too afraid to dream.
I remember starry skies
when at night the moon shone bright-
but though seeing all that magic
I was never satisfied.
I remember green meadows
When the wind blew through the willows-
but I'd hide in the shadows
and was glad to be alone.
I remember silent nights
the screams of a winter owl
but when sitting in my corner
I couldn't even try to howl.
I remember my old house
and my loving family-
but I didn't get along
and couldn't manage to be free.
I remember lovers face,
his eyes, his kiss, his lovely smile-
but I was afraid to fail
so I took away his life.