Mammokin Elf Race DetailsMammokin ElfMammokin Elf Race Details8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Personality: Mammokin Elfs are usally friendly to all the common races except half orcs. Mammokin Elfs are also curious by nature when they see something new they would like to trade for it then study it further under thier possession.
Physical Description: Mammokin Elfs are tall and skinny kinda like an elf but taller a mammokin elf male's average height is around 5'5 to 6'2 and a female is around 5'2 to 6'. There skin color ranges from albino to slighty tanned. Mammokin elf weigh anywhere from 90 to 160 lbs (not counting female breast weight). A mammokin elf life span ranges from 500 to 580 years. Mammokin elfs reaches adult hood at 30 .Female mammokin's breasts start growing at the age of 18 years and stop growing around 28 to 30. Due to 12 years of puberty female mammokin's breasts can grows on a pretty wide scale anywhere from "flat as a board" to 45! pounds each without any magical or herbal help. Also a female mammokin el
Brawl Moveset: KefkaIntro: A triangular force field appears, then breaks apart to reveal KefkaBrawl Moveset: Kefka5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Idle Animation: Floats just off the ground with his legs crossed while looking bored
Notable Palette Swaps: Kefka's default is his Dissidia look, but he can have both his classic look and purple skin to match his final form.
Walk animation: Skips along the ground
Run Animation: Hovers off the ground with a wide grin and his arms behind him
Dizzy Animation: Slumps his head down while hovering, looking as if he's fallen asleep
Edge Grab: Hangs on while kicking his legs
Special Loss: Rather than clapping polity he throw a fit while repeatedly stamping his foot on the ground.
A,A,A: Swipes forwards with each arm while hovering, then kicks up twice
Forward+A: Fires some scattered Blizzaga ice shards at short range
Down+A: Swipes his hands in opposite directions while crouched, causing a spark of fire on the ground
Up+A: Does a backflip kick
Dash+A: Sends a Thundaga bolt along the ground
Air+A: Spins ar
Picture PerfectYou think you're so fucking perfect, don't you?Picture Perfect3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
So high and mighty on your high horse of materialistic arrogance.
You think you can control us.
Twist us to your will. Your fucked up little mindset where everyone shits rainbows and holds hands and sings happy little diddies until they're red in the face.
You think you're always right, just because you bare that title.
That "M" word.
Well I've got news for you.
That status you hold over our heads like a rod iron poker IS just a word. You might have bore us, raised us but like all things it was never meant to last.
You are our mother, not our queen. Not a figure of ACTUAL power and control.
Once upon a time, perhaps, but spanning a length of two decades?
My dear, dear, mother .there's something fucking wrong with you.
Do you HONESTLY think it's okay to bullynothreaten your children with ultimatums should we not do as you ask? Do you think it's right to assign us undeserving titles
Remember The Time “Sir, please! Let me explain I was simply assisting the queen. I had intention to---“Remember The Time1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Be still! Pharaoh speaks!” Thabit roared, the Pharaoh motioned to his two most trusted and strongest guards to bring the prisoner to his knees. With a grunt, Michael was brought to his knees, forced to bow to his king, unable to meet the eyes of the queen he so dearly held in his heart. Thabit smiled as he saw Michael’s fill with shame and regret, however the smile of pleasure quickly washed away and was replaced with a look of rage.
“You dare hide the truth in front of me?! Do not think that I am as poorly educated as your filthy parents who gave birth to an abomination such as yourself!”
“Thabit!” Queen Isis interjected, Michael’s heart nearly flew out of his chest; she was defending him.
“This is foolish, what you saw in that room was a mere accident. How da
-Living With MJ_Outtake Skits-From the twisted mind of Janie, I present to thee, CUT SCENES FROM "LIVING WITH MICHAEL JACKSON"!:-Living With MJ_Outtake Skits-5 years ago in Humor More Like This
(During scene of Neverland with lots of other kids. Michael and Martin are getting into the train)
Michael: C'mon, Martin, it'll be fun!
Martin: All right. *gets in, looks round at all the kiddies*
Michael: *hops down on seat, pats seat next to him* Sit here.
Martin: Oh, saved a seat for me? You're a very kind man. *slooooowly sits down. At just the right moment, Michael slips a whoopee cushion underneath Martin as he sits*
Martin: Hey, thanks a--
Kids: EEW!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA
Michael: *fanning air* EEEWWWW!! MARTEEEEN! UGH!!!! *trying to hold back laughter* Aww, man!
Martin: WOT!? I didn't do anything!!! *picks up whoopee cushion*
*one girl comes up*
Girl: I thought we called *HIM* Smelly.. *points to Michael*
Michael: *hides face, slightly embarrassed, cr
Love is in the AirCloud felt the atmosphere really thick, even with the windows down.Love is in the Air6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was in the rear sit of the trunk; in the co-driver seat was General Sephiroth, a hand covering his nose while he tried to breathe the outside air and, driving, there was the origin of such displeasing stench: Zack.
Well, its not my fault Lizzie has a taste for rare colognes! exclaimed at last the black haired man, irritated by his travel companions behavior.
Strange is not the word said Sephiroth with a muffled voice. Next time better pick a girl who uses her nose!
Aw, cmon! Have you never got an ugly present?
The General didnt say anything, too busy trying to catch fresh air from the window and wishing that they werent very far from Junon, their destination. Cloud was not better either. He was trying desperately not to suffer from motion-sick again and Zacks cologne wasnt helping. It had an acrid scent that clung to one
science and faithcan you imaginescience and faith11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the booming
and the banging
and the stars
and the Word
and a boy
and a girl
A Chance At Romance pt 31That wasn't good. I swung down, grabbing the last branch to stop myself before dropping to my feet. My brothers didn't touch me, but followed quickly as I ran over to Janet. By now, she was next to Rose, who was sitting up slightly, completely dazed. "What happened?" I asked, voice cracking, quickly at her side. "I d-don't know," Janet stuttered, completely overwhelmed, "We were just talking, a-and she just collapsed " No one had followed, or at least, I didn't see them. A wave of worry was crashing over me; I can't let anything happen to Rose I picked her up, cradling her close, as gently as I could. "Tell them not to worry, I got her," I sighed, trying to convince myself as I carried her inside. I shook my head, in sheer disbelief as I laid her on the master bed, sitting beside her. She was back asleep, or unconscious, hard to tell. I pushed her hair back, and out of her face, brushing my fingers down her cheek. I didn't know what to say, to convince myself, or even her, iA Chance At Romance pt 315 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blood on the Dance FloorI had come alone, to my favorite dance club. The whole place was packed with people, yet none of them looked like the woman who contacted me. I danced through the crowd, with it being the best method at the time, so I could get to my table.Blood on the Dance Floor5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But before i got there, I had the feeling that someone was following me. I turned around to see a woman, dark-skinned, with loose-hanging brown hair, a one-piece red dress, and high heels to match. She walked over to the table where I would be sitting, stepped on the chair, and finally stood on the table. She then started a dance that seemed both sensual, yet dangerous.
I sat in the chair, watching, waiting, and dancing in my chair, keeping with the beat...yet I was aware. As the rhytmic dance beat flowed through the room, I had a feeling that there would be something more than dancing going on. I had a feeling that there would be blood.
Suddenly she hopped off the table, grabbed me by the arm as I took her hand with mine, letting her take my should
bipolarmy emotions are likebipolar6 years ago in Other More Like This
spilled paint, flooding
the streets with an array
of manic colors. the fumes
rise into the air like the
angel-sweet smoke from
a stick of incense, and my
peers are getting high off
my mania laced with misery.
[they'll never forget me after
i'm gone, my epitaph
depicting my fame].
i'm staring at the city
skyline from the edge of
a cliff, questioning my
existence yet falling in love
with the incandescent lights
under the midnight sky,
reflecting in my midnight eyes.
i try to refrain from leaping
off, slowly letting go of my
education, my enemies, the
memories that haunt my
head like wailing poltergeists.
[i spread my arms, wondering
if i'll fly, but the stars hold me
they're all watching my
neurosis, laughing at my
journeys back and forth
between grandiloquence and
melancholia. i'm a pawn in
this game of psychotropic drugs
and therapists with plastered-on
smiles, a game i'll be playing
until the end of my days.
i shut my eyes to the remarks,
the expectations o
Class of 3000 Super Children 1Me: (blows up)Class of 3000 Super Children 15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bowser: At least her guts didnt splatter all over the wall this time.
Me: (comes back) HEY YALL!!!!!! LETS DO IT MOVIE TRAILER STYLE!!!!!!
Me: Damnit guys, youre no fun to be around. OH LOOK!!!!!! (drags in Rath from Fire Emblem 7)
Me: Oh wait I forgot that Rath only talks when needed.
Colm: You mean like LArachel in reverse?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Class of 3000. If I did, I would be the happiest girl in the world.
If you are reading the deviantART version, then Mashtotzh belongs to MashtotzhIyKhaaakht and Charlene belongs to SmandyDandy. If you are reading the FanFiction Net version, then Mashtotzh belongs to J.H. Riddle and Charlene belongs to Smack-dab-in-the-middle. Regardless of whatever version you are reading, Aiashah belongs to me. I use Mashtotzh and Charlene with permission from their owners.
The year 2300. One entire millennia since the start of the fourteenth centur
Someone SpecialSomeone Special3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
June 25th 2009 was a sad day,
The rain came and whisked the sun away,
People shed tears as did the sky,
As someone was lifted high,
This person was special and
Some may try to deny it, but
Inside they'll find that they're wrong.
And behind his mask of happiness laid misery and pain,
Despite this he still cared.
The King of Pop we say lived his life every day,
To try and find different ways
To amuse us and make us happy,
Some with beautiful yet sappy
Love songs, others with dancing,
Always being unique and chancing
The impossible, all this thrown together
With an angel like voice,
Mostly anyone could rejoice
In the sound of his voice.
His fame status was noted as blown so high.
Being marked as a superstar after his peak,
Trying everything he could to seek,
Just a little privacy as he claimed
In multiple songs and multiple
June 25th 2009 the world cried,
Today our tears may have dried
But we still cry silently when we hear
Who is this special person, you may
'Ghosts' Essay- Human Equality'Ghosts' Essay- Human Equality2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
In Michael Jackson's 1996 short film 'Ghosts', the theme of human equality is expressed through internal and external cultural conflicts as the reader is shown the story of an angry mayor settling his differences with an eccentric resident in his town. The resident, known only as Maestro, is considered odd because he scares people for fun. The townspeople of Normal Valley, led by their Mayor, enter Maestro's spooky mansion to demand that he leave town. Things don't quite turn out as expected, however, when Maestro suggests that "Whoever gets scared first has to leave," and he scares them silly before they leave his house with a different perspective on life.
Although the Mayor isn't the main character, he faces many cultural conflicts in 'Ghosts'. One of these conflicts- the most obvious one- is the man vs. man external conflict that the story is centered around: the Mayor vs. Maestro. The Mayor of Normal Valley wants his town to be just that- normal. Maestro is the only 'weird' person
writer meme: Dorothy's AsylumDA Music Meme for Writerswriter meme: Dorothy's Asylum4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever. In this case: Dorothy's Asylum
2. Put on your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.
3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist.
Sometimes, he'd sit and wonder. Wonder why he did it. Why he tracked them down, fought them till they either broke or simply gave in, and dragged them off to a life behind padded walls and barred windows. Why he'd commit them to a life they didn't deserve.
Sometimes he'd wonder if he were in fact, doing the right thing.
Until he sat back, stepped away from his desk and reminded himself that the right thing and the nice thing were often two entirely different entities.
Michael Jackson - King of popDeath has come to you, King of PopMichael Jackson - King of pop6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
You died when you were on the music's top.
But legends never really die
Even if we say goodbye
Your songs and dances will live on
We won't forget the things you've done
Of people you're important parts
You'll never die in our hearts
The love we feel is strong
For us, your death is wrong
To everyone, you gave so much
Our hearts, your songs did touch
Before you died, you sang a last song
I wish you could sing the whole night long
Your music lifts our souls into the sky
Makes us feel that we can fly
Let us never forget the real, great king
We'll always listen to the songs you sing
Your last hours, your last fight
Our minds will keep that horrible night
Rest in peace, Michael Jackson.
Jadis (excerpt)Excerpted from my book Her Unwelcome Inheritance, a story about Faerie, going off to school, family tensions, and what to do when people you respect reveal that they believe in something absurd and impossible.Jadis (excerpt)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was burning
Burning behind walls of ice
Grey was on her lips, on her bare throat, on her exposed arms. Her eyes were glassy, the pupils fallen as if grown weary of staring straight ahead, and had, as the centuries passed, slid imperceptibly downward.
Her hands rested in her lap, grey with grey nails. Nothing set her apart from the hundreds on hundreds of other figures sitting in that crowded room, grey and still, clad in clothes deteriorated to hints of ancient splendor in all that room only the gold shone unmuted beneath a fine breading of dust. They sat, row upon row, rank succeeding rank, gazing into the dark recession of the vast unlit room before t
Sleep WellBedtime storiesSleep Well5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
are told by memories,
and often end
with a hero dying inside us.
1983 Chapter Eight "Hayden!" I shouted. "I was using that! Give it back!"1983 Chapter Eight4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was noontime, and I was sitting in the playroom in the children's ward of the hospital. I had my array of art supplies spread around me on the carpeted floor, and my large sketch pad lay in front of me, half smothered in colorful acrylic paints. The children's ward was my favorite section of the hospital to hang out in during the day. I had made many little friends, and I was happy that Miss Jones was not my only company lately.
It had been three whole months since I had revealed my secret to Michael Jackson. He hadn't been back to visit me since, but he explained that he would be swamped while working on his music video for Thriller. The singer also promised that he would return in only a couple of months, with a "surprise" for me. I had no idea what could be, but I could only imagine. I knew Michael had a reputation for being a child at heart.
TUE: Dan's Cape "Being me, I have no interest whatsoever with telling of my history, but Clockwork has made a deal. I tell my fangirls about my creation, and he gives me back my cape which he stole. (That Jerk let me out to steal my cape then sucked me back into the thermos while I was frozen) I made the cape for a reason, (It makes me look awesome) and I want it back. So, as much as it hurts me, I will tell my story. But just know that I won't be trapped here forever, and one day I will recreate exactly what I did to my weakness on my current young self, but I will make the pain last even longer. *Thermos shakes and Dan is thrown against a wall. He snarls upward at the lid* Fine! Fine! Clockwork! I'll hurry and tell the story!"TUE: Dan's Cape3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My memories of before my "creation" are vague and confusing, especially because they were remembered by two very different people. The emotions both felt in the last days are so different from how I am now. So many weakening emotions, needlessly feeding off of them day
A Chance At Romance pt 18Tears cascaded over my eyes. The impact itself didn't hurt much, honestly. It was the fact that my own brother would yell, let alone hit, me, that brought tears to my eyes. The pain in my cheek had dulled to a slow sting. My mind was racing with so many thoughts; it was hard to comprehend anything that was happening. Next thing I know, there was another loud smack, skin-to-skin impact. I looked up quickly, to see Jermaine holding his hand to his face, Janet watching angrily. I moved my gaze low, wanting to just disappear. This is stupid. We're all fighting. And it's all because of me. Janet was talking to him now, though the words running through my heard were just a blur, the strain in her voice was obvious. She was trying not to yell.A Chance At Romance pt 185 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I felt all eyes on me, shortly after. I jumped to my feet, running out of the room and up the stairs, as fast as I could, before anyone could say something to me. Tito and Rose were walking through the door, shock clear on their faces as I ra
A Chance at Romance pt 17Oh no. She couldn't have found that. God, no. Why did I leave it out? "Nothing," I stammered quickly, feeling a cold sweat spreading upon me, "It's nothing. Just a bottle " Rose's lips pursed, "With instructions and your name written on it? Michael, this is a pill bottle. The date says these should last you another month." She turned the bottle upside-down, revealing it's obviously empty shell. Stupid date! I stammered again, "T-that's from last year I j-just kept t-the bottle." Rose frowned, tossing the bottle onto the bed and walked over, taking my hands in hers, before hugging me tightly, "Please tell me, you don't use anything. Pills, Drugs " I nodded, lying quickly, "I d-don't. I swear." What am I getting myself into? She simply nodded, burying her face into my chest. I took my hands back, wrapping my arms around her tightly, "I promise, I don't." I felt bad, lying, and all. But I had to. I'll try and stop, if I must. If she wishes. It won't be fun, or easy,A Chance at Romance pt 175 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tribute to a LegendThis man was a legend.Tribute to a Legend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This man was a king.
People would collapse,
Just by hearing him sing.
He was an artist.
He was a performer.
Just by seeing him, I felt warmer.
He was critisized.
He was "Dangerous".
And in his "Childhood" he was quite famous.
He was "Invincible".
He was "Bad".
And when he died, the world became sad.
He was laid to rest in a quiet place.
Where no other problems could faze him.
But I remember the look of his face,
And "Remember the Time" and the place.
He became an icon,
A true star.
And I must face the fact that he's gone,
But he's never far.
The worlds love for his music will never stop,
And so I say, Goodbye to the King of Pop, Michael Jackson.
Always InnocentMichael Jackson was a very kind and talented man.Always Innocent3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His songs and videos enchanted us.
His child-like innocence captured our hearts.
And we all loved him.
But he was accused of child molestation more than once.
He didn't do it.
The child's family was greedy..
They wanted his money, that's all.
Tabloids made up all sorts of lies about him.
The media treated him poorly..
Made him the victim of a Leno monologue.
But we knew not to believe them.
When the trial reached a climax..
The verdict came out as...innocent.
He is, was and will always be innocent.
He didn't do it, he was always innocent.
He was eccentric but that's what made him so lovable.
His heart was in the right place.
And we knew it all along..
He wouldn't hurt a living soul.
Not even a fly.
He was not to blame.
But rather..it was the media's fault.
For making that stuff up about him..
And for trying to portray him in a bad light.
Michael is, was and will always be..innocent.
For he now lives in t
QuestionsAre you still around Michael?Questions4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Are you still here?
Have you really gone Michael
Or are you somewhere near?
Can you hear our songs Michael?
Can you hear our prayers?
Can you read our stories Michael
The words we put out there?
Do you still dance Michael?
Do you still sing?
Are you truly happy Michael
In heaven with everything?
Do you miss your kids Michael?
Do you miss your mother?
Do you miss your fame Michael
Or miss your sisters and brothers?
I ask you all these questions Michael,
Cos it's what I think about
I really miss you Michael
Of that there is no doubt.