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
Unpure LoveUnpure Love8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My heart was broken
I could not move
Their lips were in flames
My eyes were paralized and confused
I've shaken my hands
To make disapear the nightmare
The sound of their love
Make me deaf
As they are happier
I am dying
No one is hearing my screams
No one is there to rescue me
Tears fell when I tried to close my eyes
And I can hear them laughing
Their joy is burning me
Their love is killing me
And I know that's
They are both magnificent
And I stay here alone
Friends are laughing
What terrible thing
Happened to my life
This boy that makes me cry
This girl that makes me mad
Are loving each other
At a distance which is so close to me
Love is in the AirCloud felt the atmosphere really thick, even with the windows down.Love is in the Air7 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
Remember The Time “Sir, please! Let me explain I was simply assisting the queen. I had intention to---“Remember The Time2 years 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
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
The Guardian Wraith of Starlit SmokeOur sitting here by lantern-light togetherThe Guardian Wraith of Starlit Smoke2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the thick of a teeming snowfall;
The final golden glow,
Against the ancient sovereignty of night,
Like the last petal off a flower.
It is turning three hundred years
He never let the lantern drop.
The illimitable dark and cold and storm,
Whose work is to find out God;
And when they came it seemed with a will
To carry me with them to death.
What comes over a man, is it soul or mind-
(The Devil enters like a sapphire wasp)
Twixt what to love and what to hate
To find out how to get away from God?
No one has seen him stumble looking back
From having died
Inaudibly in thought;
The sorrow of having been left behind.
The land was ours before we were the land's
And having it all made over new
From force to matter and back to force,
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 Floor6 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
Picture PerfectYou think you're so fucking perfect, don't you?Picture Perfect4 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
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 Cape4 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
science and faithcan you imaginescience and faith2 years 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
Wendy and Peter PanLet's pretend for a whileWendy and Peter Pan9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So in our pain we can smile
As we got to a place where we're happy
I'll be Wendy
And you'll be Peter Pan
Take my hand
Sprinkle fairy dust on me from Tinkerbell
So I can fly with you out of this hell
Let's be Wendy and Peter Pan
Flying off to Neverland
To leave this world behind
With no sorrow in mind
I am Wendy
And you are Peter Pan
Holding hands as we fly to Neverland
Leaving Captain Hook in reality
Unable to fire his cannons at us
To make us crash and burn
Succumbing to GodI am afraid.Succumbing to God6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will give you courage.
I am worthless.
I will give you worth.
I am alone.
I am with you.
The darkness has swallowed me.
I have a lantern.
I have no strength to stand.
My arms are good and strong.
Yes, I am afraid,
but God is bigger than my fears.
And courage comes from him.
I am not worthless,
God gives me worth.
I am important.
I am not alone,
for God has found me.
I have found a friend in him.
Though I was in darkness,
His light guided me to him.
He who is light.
I can not stand,
but his arms can carry me.
I am weak,
but he is strong.
I am loved
In the Life of Dan PhantomDecember 1In the Life of Dan Phantom8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I am so totally the baddest ghost alive er, dead. I am so sexy. No wonder all the fangirls flock toward me!
Getting bored in this thermos. Cant believe I allowed that weaker version of myself to defeat me. I WILL get out if its the last thing I do!
Bored, bored, bored.
I wish I had my Chinese checkers set with me. Then I could clone myself and have a game.
Hey! I found a cookie!
Lookie! Another cookie!
Where the hell are they coming from??? You think that in a thermos Id find a noodle or something. Hey butterscotch! My favorite!
Lets sing the cookie song! C is for cookie, thats good enough for me! C is for cookie, thats good enough for me! C is for cookie, thats good enough for me! Cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C!
I heard Clockwork pass by. Maybe I can persuade him to get me my Chinese checkers set.
The answer is no.
-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-6 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
If we could have saved him 2My alarm went off and I rolled over to turn it off. I groaned and rolled onto my stomach hoping more sleep would come. My cell phone rang on my nightstand I looked around and reached for it.If we could have saved him 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello?" I could tell that I sounded exhausted when the person on I was talking to laughed and said
"Wake up stupid, you have to work today." It was Vicky. She always called me in the mornings to tell me to get up so I didn't sleep through the days I had to work.
"Thanks, love you too."
"I know you do." and the line went dead, thus ended another wonderful phone call with Victoria Hartman. I sighed and got out of my warm bed to dress for work today. I made myself a bowl of cereal and decided to watch the news while I ate.
"And just yesterday pop icon, Michael Jackson, was on the verge of death only to be saved by Danielle Hyde, a Doctor at the UCLA Medical Center." They showed my picture up on the screen. I dropped my spoon and turned off the T.V, not wanting to hear the rest of the story. I brushed
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
If We Could Have Saved Him 8I spent the rest of the night with Michael and Starfire in the hospital, not talking but spending time in the same room. Occasionally Michael would ask me a question and I would answer. One of my least favorites came as we watched the sun come up.If We Could Have Saved Him 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you sure you want to be with me? I'm old, I could die at any moment." I felt my heart stop.
"Why would you say that? Of course I want to be with you. And just because you're old doesn't mean I would love you any less. I'm certainly not young. I'm going to be 30 in September." My age didn't matter to me much, I still felt young and as long as I didn't eat horrible food I would look young until I was 70. My grandma had a great diet and exercise strategies and when she was 70 she looked 40. I hope I can be that lucky.
"I'm sorry, it's just hard to believe that now, I have someone who I can share my life with. It's wonderful." He smiled at me.
"Michael, THIS is where I belong, with you and Star. I couldn't imagine a better life."
I held his
If we could have saved himThis is a story on what could have happened if we had saved Michael from dying on the 25.If we could have saved him5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A call came into the hospital. It was a man in hysterics saying that he needed help. We asked him what for and he said that there was a 50 year old man that wasn't responding to anything. We rushed over. I was sitting in the back of the ambulance preparing myself for the worst.
I wonder who it is that we're going to. We came up to the fancy house and pulled our equipment and a stretcher out going into the house of the victim. We headed into the room that a middle aged man named Conrad Murray we bringing us in. I felt my heart stop when I saw who was lying on the bed.
It was Michael Jackson. The man that I idolized. I rushed with my medical team to take his pulse. It was weak, almost gone. My co worker strapped a bottle over his mouth to help him breathe.
No! You can't die. You can't die, you can't die. I thought over and over. my heart was thudding in my chest, as if it wanted to break through and
The Angel in the House"Dearest?"The Angel in the House4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dearest, there, did you hear ?" But his voice trailed off with a glance at her blank little face, tilted at him with feline confusion. He rose the paper to the level of his nose and rustled it nervously. "Don't trouble yourself, I'm sure it's nothing "
Yet there it was again, he could feel the vibrations in his chair! His wife's obvious inability to hear it made him loathe to admit this, however, and he slouched lower under the breakfast table, observing her over the top of the business section.
She was an uncanny creature, he had to admit. Their courtship had been brief and perfunctory, more compelled into occurrence through their families than any actual inclination. And yet, he had come to love her in some fashion. The silent way she slid about the breakfast table; the sweep of dark hair against her pale forehead; the classic curve of her nose; her dainty, dexterous hands fluttering as she cleared up the plates. There were times when he wished he could em
'Ghosts' Essay- Human Equality'Ghosts' Essay- Human Equality3 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
The Stakes Are HighThe Stakes Are High5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Mr. Toby Turner, alias Tobuscus,
This is of the utmost importance! I am a genetically enhanced superhuman from the future, designed purely out of desperation of the beautiful minds of bored scientists who have augmented my genetic code (more specifically the time traveling genome just recently discovered known as the "thisisatimetravelergene" gene) so I could send myself back to this one particular moment in time and try and save the world. You see, in the time line of events that is currently leading to your future and the desecration of my world, you gave Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood Collector's Edition for the Xbox 360 to Hannah Thomason who was in so much awe of such a heavenly gift, she never opened it; instead creating a shrine and worshiping it hourly.
Meanwhile, back in her home, the chosen one and our only hope, Amanda Kay Lanham, had just seen your video announcing Hannah as the winner. Disappointed and down-trodden, Amanda, in her heart-brea
the vomiting crowd of coney islandthe destructive walls are shadedthe vomiting crowd of coney island3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in grey and i am remembering
every feeling i have forgotten-
i am terrified.
this is a city that never sleeps,
the bones of my chest thrumming
like taxi cabs in the streets,
my fingers shaking
in want for comfort and solace
i am not standing
in lorca's vomiting crowd-
i am his vomiting crowd,
looking high and low
and between my clenched fists
for catharsis and purification,
for the reason of this illness
pressed against my skin,
for the indefinable sickness
i drown in like bubbles of spit
day in and day out.
i fear the restraints
i've placed for myself,
that they may not be there
or are not in fact real.
i am caught within a sticking web
of decaying sweetness,
coney island's cotton candy,
yet it is not a trap.
i am afraid of love
and that it holds me back.
i am afraid of love
because i am used to skin on skin,
when the drum beats meet.
i am afraid of love
because it is so far stretched
over these thousand miles,
that i fear it mig
DeathNever had I seen such destruction. I have played witness to the brutal torture carried out in the prisons back in Persia and have, indeed, experienced said torture myself, but neverDeath6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was as if his house had imploded upon itself. Chairs were scattered upon the floor, lethal-looking slivers of wood jutting out from the legs that had been snapped in half. His fine loveseats had been shredded, bits of stuffing seeping out sheepishly from between tattered burgundy upholstery. Beneath a graveyard of empty and broken wine bottles, the carpets were littered with ominous red stains. The same red liquid had dried to a brown upon the walls, and ran down the stone in serpentine lines. Everywhere I looked, there was devastation. There was no beauty. This place was a wasteland. Everything was gone. Smashed. Shattered. Annihilated. Ruined. Gnarled. Broken, broken, broken!
I very nearly wept when I tripped over something large and gold, the dim candlelight dancing on its poor surface. Upon clo
All for L.O.V.E.All for L.O.V.E.5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
All for L.O.V.E.
Standing in bright spotlights on stage. Audience roaring, clapping,
calling his name, holding posters divulging their adulation to him.
No words need be spoken, this superstar's presence was enough
to make anyone speechless. Excitement wired through like an electric
current, both had equally shared thrill. The long time musician smiled
with endless gratitude towards them. This moment was why he lived,
breathed, danced, sang: approval. Countless hours spent in sleepless
nights, exhaustion, well worth fleeting moments crowds came seeking
music. Never would Michael be abandoned by fans. Through sunny
triumphs or rainy accusations. Magic never dies when all for love.