Super Smash Drama Brawl 4Disclaimer: This episode of SSBB contains a series of extreme stunts performed by video game characters. Do not try any of what you see here at home. Seriously, you can get really messed up!Super Smash Drama Brawl 47 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Andrew: Last time on Super Smash Bros. Brawl
The fighters participated in a classic 1-on-1 Pokemon Battle Tournament. Sparks flew from Meowth, Snorlax was on a roll, and Bellossom had a ball. Meanwhile, Bowser had formed an alliance with Yoshi and ROB to take with him to the Final 3. The Assist Trophies had yet again failed the challenge. Bowser stole Wolf's MP3 Player, causing Wolf to lose his temper and turn against his own team, and "kindly" returned it to him. But the other Trophies voted him off for his rage. Smooth, Bowser. Real smooth
Will the Assist Trophies ever achieve victory, or be forever stuck in 2nd place? Find out in the most dramatic square ritual yet. On Super...Smash...Bros....Brawl!
Episode 4: Target Locked
Everyone was at breakfast. An
FrustrationWhen I was younger, I was always a fan of the Pokémon games. My first game was Pokémon FireRed. It was my favorite and most cherished Pokémon game, and I used to play it all the time. I had named my trainer Red. If it wasn't obvious, I wasn't very creative back then, since I choose one of the pre-made names. My starter Pokémon was Charamander. I always thought he looked the strongest and the coolest of the three starters. However, I was never really a fan of my starter, my favorite Pokémon was Jigglypuff. Everyone says that it is cute but utterly worthless. However, I always managed to find the strong point in Jigglypuff. She could learn powerful moves such as Sng, Hyper Voice, Disable, Canon, and Body Slam. I named my Jigglypuff Pinky. (Again, I wasn't very old back then.) Pinky was the head of my team throughout my battles with the gym leaders. I even took her to the Elite Four, and managed to defeat them using her and my starter. However, I stopped playing wFrustration5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
AsylumCome and walk through the doorAsylum7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into a world ruled by madness
Can you feel it?
It's crawling under your skin
Digging a way into your brain
Like a hungry parasite
A cold chill runs down your spine
when you cross the threshold to my empire
Can you hear them whisper?
Can you hear them pray?
They will give their life
For the sake of science
There will be a new race of mankind
A perfection of humanity
When the screaming begins
I am god
In my Asylum
Witches BallA clear, crisp night,Witches Ball6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fluffy clouds beneath me,
the moon, full and bright, above.
My trusted companions,
cat, broom and lantern,
join me as we fly.
The ball starts soon,
at the stroke of midnight.
And I'm so ready,
got my best hat,
my cutest dress,
and my dancing shoes on.
I'm ready to dance to
the break of dawn.
Everyone thinks we don't
know how to have fun,
that balls are only for
the princesses and princes,
but even a witch deserves
a night off and a little fun.
The best of bands will be there.
And who knows?
This might be my lucky year.
A handsome warlock would
fit into my life perfectly.
Oh yes, the Witches Ball,
the most fun night of the year.
MemoriesThink of memoriesMemories5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long and past
Smell the roses
Take a breath
Pick it off
Feel a thorn
Think of memories
That we can not remove
And gaze up
And fall as such
Think of memories
That linger in your thoughts
Do you care
And move forward anyway
Or will you die
While i live alone
Think of Memories
Think of memories
A genderqueer lovestoryThis may be a story,A genderqueer lovestory6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Of boy meets girl
Or boy meets boy
Or girl meets girl
Lets not destroy
This may be a story
Of what they said so show
That I met you,
And you met me,
Was all you need to know.
Because she said to him:
If you will be that girl,
I will be that boy
A little time outside the rules,
Is something we can both enjoy
A little time outside the rules
A little time off the main track
And if we both enjoy ourselves,
Well, lets never go back
And she said to him:
If you will be that lady,
I will be that man,
Who is gonna stop us?
There is not a soul that can.
And if you let your hair grow
I will cut of mine
A lifetime outside the rules
And well be feeling fine
The lines may not be straight
And our roles may not be clear
But I love you,
And you love me,
Is all we need to hear.
P. A. I. N.I am [in]P. A. I. N.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
last day on earth, take one.the night they outlawed God we lovedlast day on earth, take one.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
each other like bandits under
the cover of night, stole all
the beautiful things back from them. they
came for us by morning
but we were loved by then,
thoroughly loved. they took our bodies
possessed by light, they took in
of us, shamelessly declaring ourselves
untouchable as we touched
each other like we were surfacing
from the darkness.
we were people kissing until we forgot
that we were people, kissing each other until
we forgot that we weren't shooting stars
in a universe they tried to claim wasn't ours,
but they were lying.
DepredationDrain the life from me,Depredation5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for my eternal flower
has withered away.
No nectar dwells within
and you have ceased
to blossom in my heart.
You are entangled
like an unruly weed,
and I would rip my
own heart from chest
if it would but rid me of
the discomfort you breed.
July 12th, 2010
Souls: high kites with holessouls are high kites with holes, the sky is like a crystal ballSouls: high kites with holes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blue sky harrow:
How lost for adjectives
To break our fast up there
Sugar, tea, and birdsong?
Of course, kites, souls
Curiosities, wind being free
While we, ground strung Gullivers
Flat beneath the
Of the wolcen burnspot
What do I call myself?
My sex deliquesced
An epicene, I'm a lover of honey bees
A curling fern:
We slip around like
In Lilliput ponds.
We dive in as
The tadpoles stop
At the empty
Of an underwater statue-
Arms like levers:
Blackening the coats
And peeling back
Stripping time of
We see the sky
Where it is skyless;
It remains an opal;
In the bowl
QuietI can beQuiet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is the soft shush
Of cotton sheets ghosting over skin.
And there, the airy sigh of the down comforter
As it shifts and settles
And I am crying my heart out.
There's a certain art to it
Crying and making no sound at all
Because I can be
I am still.
My shoulders do not shake
And my chest does not heave
And there are no halting, watery breaths
There is only a pillow
Crushed up against my ribs
I am gripping it so hard
That the fragile bones in my tiny hands creak.
You might hear that if you listen.
But I am quiet.
When I am crying for the things that I have lost
For my amber-girl in her sandy fatigues
For myself and the pieces that are missing.
When I am crying because I am lost
And I hurt,
the difference between lonelyi feel it in my spine.the difference between lonely5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i feel it in my teeth.
i feel it in my bones, their very marrows
aching like something was once there
but is missing, like the ghost of it has gone missing,
like their maws are hanging from their teeth
in some sad sickness.
i want to throw my head back and scream.
i want to feel the tears stream upwards
instead of down, to take to the sky
and fall back to you as rain.
i can't stop feeling.
you are prismatic,
you are line and shadow,
you are the earth and moon and stars and you.
i want rivers to flood my body,
i want to drown in water too hot to feel,
i want to sleep in the snow
and pretend it's you next to me
as i turn blue.
reminds me of you
reminds me of you
reminds me of you.
i can't look at the trees
without imagining your birch forest,
i can't brush things off as a consequence of life
without hearing your voice rise, impassioned by upset.
i'm tired of feeling.
i'm tired of thinking of you
when you're not thinking of me.
i'm tired of lovi
LoveLove5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a fragile thing
Wraps you around with its warmth
A wonderful feeling
Shared by two
Such a fragile thing
It starts to crack
It fades away
Pain is felt
Death is caused
Such a fragile thing
APH - Let's Try Love pt.2Rating: PGAPH - Let's Try Love pt.25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Eventual PruEng, GerIta, one-sided PruIta, one-sided USUK
Summary: Prussia wants to see everyone's reaction when he announces he's in a relationship with England. England thinks it's all a game but Prussia has other ideas.
Warnings: Slash; cursing; major OOC. Rating may go up depending on how this goes
Disclaimer: Do not own. Have not owned anything. Will never own anything. Period.
Chapter 2: His First Move
The next morning, England stepped out of his hotel room, his body feeling a bit weary due to a restless night, and was greeted by a bouquet of roses brandished under his nose. Following the owner of the hand holding out the flowers, he saw a dashing Prussia with his hair obviously combed and his suit finely tailored and a bit big on him. There was no question it belonged to Germany.
"Good morning, lovely!" Prussia greeted loudly, a big smirk on his face. England's untamed brows furrowed a bit but a light flush came to his cheeks.
"Isn't it a bit early to be doin
BirdsThe birds are watching me. They stared at me when I left my house, so I went back inside. They watched me through the windows, so I bolted the curtains shut. Now they are listening to how my lungs expand and deflate through the cracks and peepholes in the walls and the foundation. They're trying to tell me something. I think they want to kill me.Birds3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
They sing now. The sparrows, the blue jays, the finches, and the cardinals. They sing me a quiet lullaby as I lie in my bed at night. Or maybe they're mocking me. Calling me a coward. A failure. My mother always liked birds. As a child I always thought she spoke to them in a way they understood.
The mail came today. Normally I would let it sit outside my door and erode and rot in the weather, but something felt different. The birds were silent. No nursery rhymes or a-Capella jazz was bleeding through the walls. No mocking. No spies.
The MirageThe MirageThe Mirage6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I stand here,
Frozen by fear,
Silent as the dead of night,
Staring at it with substantial fright,
For what I see is despicable,
Standing there clearly untrickable,
For it is a criminal mastermind,
Seeing this is disaster defined,
It turns and it's face shows no emotion,
Never felt love, never felt devotion,
It approaches me, and raises its hand,
' Don't be scared this is planned ',
Its says softly and slowly,
The voice sounding almost holy,
It asks ' does my existence cause you distress?',
My rapid reply is simply, yes,
What are you? I ask,
On it's face remains the mask,
It replies ' I am a mirage of you,
And what you become if you stay untrue',
Questions run amock in my mind,
I look up only to find,
That it has left me all alone,
Embedded in my mind, its holy tone,
It's glowing existence,
Floating away into the distance,
I shout and beg for it to come back,
It continues to leave an untraceable track,
I shout, I beg, I plead,
All the answers I still need,
Im getting dafter a
An Original Fairy TaleAn Original Fairy Tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a king and a queen. On August 8th, they were overjoyed to be blessed with a healthy baby boy with dark lush hair and scarlet red eyes. As it seemed fitting, they decided to call him after those scarlet eyes; they named him Red. To celebrate they invited friends, family and all sorts of important people to the palace to help celebrate and bless the new prince.
There was a magnificent feast and lots of entertainment throughout the night. Finally, as the clock drew near to nine, the fairy godmothers, fathers, sisters and brothers lined up to bestow their gifts onto the new heir.
One fairy blessed the boy with unmatchable skills as a pokemon trainer. Another granted him the ability to communicate with his pokemon effectively in any fashion he choose. A bizarre looking fairy granted him the ability to survive in any sort of weather that nature choose to throw at him.
Fairy after fairy blessed the prince until only three fairies were left.
hello, my name is disappointedget out of my heart,hello, my name is disappointed6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
get out of my head.
get out of your clothes
and into my bed.
Manga Sound Effects Index V1Manga Sound Effects IndexManga Sound Effects Index V17 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Zawa zawa chatter
Zaa (strike a pose)
Kara rattle (sliding door)
Zuru Zuru slide
Hero hero wobble
Zaa - chatter (cut off)
Bishi twang (yes I know bishi means a girly boy)
Doku dribble (blood)
French Lessons -APH-"Go away!" The voice could be heard across the nation, which was only true because it had been England who shouted it and he was currently visiting a young America and Canada. It hadn't been directed at either of the kids, but the blond annoyance who had decided to visit at the same time.French Lessons -APH-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ahaha, why, Angleterre?" France questioned, prancing over to where Canada was sitting and playing with his toys so he could scoop him up in his arms. At once, Canada began to bawl until France eventually had to admit defeat and set him back down.
"That's why." England replied in triumph but ended up having to kneel down and get Canada to stop crying.
While he sat down with Canada on his lap, France pulled America to the side and whispered, "Wanna know a secret?"
America looked at him bright eyed. "A secret? What sort of secret?"
France grinned like a fox. "Well, there's a special thing you do with people you like. And you like Angl- I mean England, right?"
"I love Iggy!" America replied with a childi
DGM: Dear fangirlsDear fangirls,DGM: Dear fangirls4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Hi, this is Allen. *Smile*
First I want to tell you I'm so happy you all love me so much.
(Well, I have no idea why but it's really nice anyway.)
But just one thing... could you be so kind and stop torturing me so much in your fanfictions? *Sweatdrop* Yes, I know it's not real but it makes me kind of scared to know you all enjoy seeing me suffer so much... *Nervous smile*
Lavi: Hey bean sprout, from the way you always act, I think the fangirls just believe that you must be a masochist. *Grin*
Allen: My name is Allen... ... ...What...? *Smiles just because he's nervous*
Lavi: Does he even know what the word means?
Rana: No, and he doesn't know the word martyr-complex either...
Allen: ... ... ... ... ... *Smile* ... ... ... ... ... what?
Rana: Like I just said...
Lavi: *Laughs his head off* *Falls from the chair*
Allen: *Totally out of it* ... ... ... What's so funny? *Smile*
Rana: Oh nothing, and don't worry Allen, we all love you anyway. ^^
Among the MultitudeAmong the MultitudeAmong the Multitude5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Synopsis: One-shot. Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah. Jareth's there to take a child, but there's someone else there that knows him, someone who broke his heart once upon a time.
Among the Multitude
Among the men and women the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child,
any nearer than I am,
Some are baffled, but that one is not that one knows me.
Ah lover and perfect equal,
I meant that you should discover me by so faint indirections,
And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.
Nekotalia - Wanna Play?The white kitten quietly watched the little white and brown splotched kitten as she chased a butterfly around in the meadow. He cocked his head to the side in confusion as she hopped up and tried to catch the butterfly in between her paws, only to fall a little short. She hissed in annoyance before trying again.Nekotalia - Wanna Play?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had never chased butterflies before His brother had always said that the only ones who did that were kittens. And he wasn't a kitten At least, not in his mind. He may have been the smallest and youngest of the cats he lived with but that meant nothing.
"Are you coming to play?" The white and brown kitten chirped as she trotted over.
He quickly shook his head, looking at the ground.
"Why not?" She giggled. "Come on! Let's play!" She bounced around in front of him. She was acting like a kitten. He wasn't going to act like that.
"Please? Brother won't play with me!" She told him, continuing to bounce around him. He moved his head to follow her movements while