A Guardian's Story: Part 16 (Jack Frost x Cupid)(part 16)A Guardian's Story: Part 16 (Jack Frost x Cupid)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I couldn't remember the last time I'd shed a tear over anything besides a sentimental book here or there, so I had no idea I could even cry like this. It was uncontrollable and exhausting, and when the sobbing finally ceased, I felt completely empty. I relaxed my hands, only now realizing that I had been clutching fistfuls of the back of Jack's sweatshirt, and leaned back to support my own weight.
Jack's cold hands moved from my back to my shoulders to help steady me and he studied my face carefully, “Are you going to be ok?”
“I lost everything,” I whispered, trying to hide how hoarse my voice was now, “My senses, my arrows, and now my flight.”
I stretched out my wings and looked back at them to inspect the damage. They were thin and patchy, obviously missing a lot of feathers. It didn't escape my notice that my bow was now back in its holster behind me, tucked in through the tangled mess my hair had weaved itself in
The Cartridge: Candy Kong TGThe Cartridge: Candy Kong TG6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carl was an avid video game fan. He plays them pretty much all of his free time. One day, he was on eBay and found a cartidge for Donkey Kong 64 guarteeing it would change up his gaming experience. He decided he would buy it now as he wanted to play a game from his past again. After a week passed, the game arrived, and Carl went straight to his N64 and put it in and turned it on. It progressed rather normally, until he got to the point where he would meet Candy and get an insturment for his character. Upon entering, no one appeared on the screen and the console starting glowing. Then, a flash came from the television flashed on Carl as he appeared in the shack Candy should have been in. Then, Carl felt pain all over his body and he felt changes coming to him.
Carl's entire body began to grow brown fur from his head to just before his feet. His big toes moved to the side of his foot as his fingernails became painted pink. His hair grew out to great size, reaching past his shoulders, and
Eternal Darkness - 2 As I knelt there, crying softly to myself like all the other times I had done before, I knew that I would be alone forever.Eternal Darkness - 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time passed; what felt like hours were probably only minutes. Forcing myself, I manage to move, leaning back to kneel on my calves, rubbing my eyes clear of my tears.
I don't understand any of this. My small breakdown wasn't going to be as bad as I thought; I sigh slowly, looking about the area. The moon illuminated the damage I had done to the trees and rocks; some of the trees' branches were cracked and I glance at the ground beneath them, shaking my head at the small bits of ice beneath them. I made the branches fall…
Standing up, using my staff as support, I lost my footing and fell backwards on the ice, my head hitting the hard surface with a soft thud sound. "Ow…" I groan loudly, curling up on the ice and rubbing the back of my head. The spot that hurt stung, but I was trying my best to ignore it.
I stood up again, slowly, leaning on m
Eternal DarknessI'm cold… and alone. Only one person, one thing, one small voice was uttered to me in the past hundred years. I know who it is, I do. I can go in to towns and float about my own business wondering, why? Why can no one see me? Why can no one hear me? I try to walk out in front of things like cannon fire to see if something would end this torment, but no, the metal spheres just pass right through me like I was never there. I feel a bit of it, yes, but it doesn't hurt. Just a breeze.Eternal Darkness2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Who am I?
My name is Jack Frost.
The moon has been the only one to actually talk to me. He only did it once, though. He told me my name. That was it, and every time I tried to talk to him, I get silence. I've raced around the world, trying to get to higher points to see if that would help. The North Pole. Mount Everest. Mount Kilimanjaro. Human structures. I've shouted at the sky, night and day, sun and moon, thinking the sun would talk to me, too.
I get nothing from them.
Where am I now? I'm back wher
Chapter One: Dark BeautyChapter One: Dark Beauty5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Gazette: Aoi
Chapter One: Dark Beauty
He has been there for about an hour now. Aoi walked around the nightclub to find some excitement to end his boredom. He stopped dead in his tracks because he felt like someone was watching him. He continued to stand there for what seemed like an eternity. Aoi quickly turned his head and continued walking, walking wherever his feet would take him. As Aoi started walking off, the man continued to stare at Aoi, with lust in his eyes.
Aoi soon found himself outside of the club. Since he was outside, he figured he would go home and get some rest. But one thing, or should I say, a certain person kept invading his mind.
"What the hell?" Aoi asked himself, "Get the hell out of my head!" he half yelled to no one in particular.
It would usually take Aoi fifteen minutes to get home from the club, but he decided to take a shortcut. A shortcut which would change his life, FOREVER! XD
'Mental note: Never take a shortcut!' he thought.
"Now, how in the hell do
A Human PuzzleI myself am a puzzle, that you can't figure out.A Human Puzzle4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'll never really know what I'm feeling,
And no one could ever understand why things hurt.
Things I cry over, are silly to other people.
I fall hard when I fall, and never has anyone decided to catch me.
I crave companionship and friends,
My worst nightmare is being abandoned, left by everyone I care about.
Pieces of me and my thoughts don't always fit together,
Others can't be found. They're strewn about, tossed on the floor.
Some people throw me around, not realizing the effects they have.
But still I resist. I am too strong, too stubborn.
I refuse to be solved,
I will never be solved,
I can't be solved.
Shut Up Marik I Love YouBakura heaved another sigh.Shut Up Marik I Love You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the fifth time he had sighed in the last ten minutes, but Marik was too preoccupied talking endlessly about his latest foolproof plan to destroy Yugi and his friends. The other evil council members had all left for their own individual reasons and excuses, Pegasus was attending a fabulousity seminar, Zork was destroying the world (or possibly Disney world, he wasn't sure), Rex and Weevil were off trying to pick up chicks, etc.
Between his thoughts, Bakura caught the tail end of Marik's sentence as he mentioned something to do with disguising himself as an Italian prostitute, Bakura was mentally face-palming. Although, with the council room empty apart from them, the pale boy couldn't help but feel that this was an opportunity that he couldn't afford to pass up.
Standing from the wooden chair at the table he'd been slumped over, Bakura stared right at Marik "Shut up Marik!" he smiled as the tan boy's eyes went wide and he shut his mouth, "I love you" h
Org. 13 OC Profile Template::: BASIC INFO :::Org. 13 OC Profile Template5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: (This would be where your name goes. It should be your somebody's name with a X in it.)
Age: (Nobodies can't age as far as I know, so just put what age they appear to be.)
Number: (Your number, or rank in the Organization.)
Race: (Naturally you're a Nobody, or a Mary-Sue if you're not a nobody in Org 13.)
Gender: (Gee, I wonder what's supposed to go here.)
Somebody's Name: (This is the name of your Somebody, which is where you Nobody originates from.)
Proof of Existence: (This is your title. Like Axel is "The Flurry of Dancing Flames" or Roxas is "The Key To Destiny.")
Birthplace: (Where you lost your heart or where you were born.)
Blood Type: (Do Nobodies bleed? I don't know. Go ask Vexen. For now, just put what blood type your Somebody had.)
Traits of Blood Type:
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-(I think this is too obvious for me to pu
succubus poemsuccubus poem8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He was shy and he was ugly
Never had a friend
Lived alone in the city
Long nights without end
He would watch the women
Walk the midnight street
How he craved their beauty
To make his life complete.
And then a voice from the darkness
Said "Brother, ain't you heard?
Succubus...is a masculine word."
He looked in the mirror
And what did he see
But the body of a woman
Just as pretty as could be.
She had the moves and the mystery
She had the pulling power
She was all he'd ever wanted
In that endless midnight hour.
She had to laugh like a demon
'Cause the truth was so absurd:
Succubus...is a masculine word.
Now she goes out every evening
And plays the devil's whore
And he wakes up every morning
Sick and scared, and craving more
He can't control the demon
He doesn't want to try
And if she ever left him
He knows that he would die.
She leads others to damnation
While his own is just deferred
And the boundary between them
Every day becomes more blurred
It's the strangest transformation
Cicatrize: Chapter 3Bakura stared down at Marik, the boy's lavender eyes wide in astonishment. The tomb keeper trembled slightly beneath the dominant pale boy, Bakura's hand clenching the collar of his shirt. "Now, be obedient and tell me where it is and I won't be forced to do anything unnecessary," Bakura growled.Cicatrize: Chapter 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Marik swallowed, collecting himself as his expression contorted into an icy stare that reflected Bakura's own. "Where what is?"
"Don't be naive. I can sense the presence of the Millennium Ring, and I can tell you have it. Now tell me where it is."
Marik stiffened momentarily before his features softened. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied coolly.
Bakura's wicked grin faltered as well, until his mouth contorted into a scowl and his grasp around Marik's collar relented. The Millennium Ring's nearby presence sent a pulse to Bakura's skull, his heart painfully skipping a beat as he struggled for control over his host's body. Ignoring the insistent throb of his head and the
UTB, Ch 7: Dancing on Thin Ice"MARIK?!" Yugi exclaimed, wading through the sea of people over to where the youth stood. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"UTB, Ch 7: Dancing on Thin Ice3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Marik gaped, his head still spinning. "I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME QUESTION!" he yelled back.
Yugi opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again, motioning for the Egyptian to follow him up a flight of stairs. Marik paused, a hand to his forehead. He should be finding Bakura and getting out of there as quickly as possible...but after Battle City and everything he had done to Yugi and his friends, he wasn't hasty to get on the Pharaoh's bad side again. He trailed after him, trying to calm the tremors running through his body.
"Oh this is rich," his yami crowed. "Now it really is a party."
Go away, Marik ordered, his headache spiking again. Nothing is going to happen.
"Kehehe, so you think..." He backed away slightly as Yugi opened a door and ushered Marik inside. As he shut them in, everything from outside disappeared. They were s
Kuro OC TemplateOC application.Kuro OC Template3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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.OC's are going to be judged hard enough, but if they have any relation to the main characters they will be judged harder. If you say you're flat out in a relationship with a main character, you will be completely denied, simply because that is for the person who RPs that character to decided, it is not that we reject the idea of OcxCanon Characters, since it happens, but we need them to be well-thought out.
a) Division: (General Affairs, Collection, Management, Slayer, Blood, Secretarial/Administrations)
b) Deathscythe (please note that it doesn't have to be a gardening tool but please keep it reasonable)
a) what does your seal look like?
b) True form (ex. Sebastian is a raven, Claude is a spider)
c) powers (keep them reasonable)
a) Alternate gender appeara
Kuroshitsuji OC templateName:Kuroshitsuji OC template4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Favorite Time of Day:
Scythe [if a Shinigami]:
Facts About Them:
Yu-Gi-Oh : Christmas Special II : ThiefshippingThat night bore a cerulean cold, similar to frozen rain. The bitter wind felt as if it could slice through steel and the sky held silver in its twilight hues. Shivering, a rigid Egyptian boy stood in the midst of a blanket of snow biting his lip as he watched flurries of snow dance down from the sky. He was unaccustomed to such weather and silently contemplated the idea of returning to Egypt for the rest of the winter.Yu-Gi-Oh : Christmas Special II : Thiefshipping3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's not that cold, Marik. Now hurry up and get over here," said Bakura, the boy who made Marik falter on his decision.
"Don't tell me it gets colder," Marik muttered.
"It's Japan, not Antarctica. Stop complaining and come here," the pale boy repeated.
Marik sighed, closing his eyes and breathing in the crisp smell of pine needles, pinecones and snow. It was all so different than the arid desert he had lived in for his entire childhood. Even underground in a tomb, where he had been initiated a tomb keeper, Marik had never experienced the frigid cold of winter, let alone
complex loveHatecomplex love5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hate can be a beautiful thing
But so hard to completely comprehend
It plays tricks on my mind
I can ask myself why, WHY!
An yet I keeps silent
I love you so , I hate you so
Love is merciless
It doesn't care about how and were
No rules apply
Suddenly you fall in love
So deeply and completely
That you'll lose your mind
I love so , I hate you so
So you think you know pain!?
You know nothing of pain!
Pain is no physical feeling
It's not that sensation when you get burned or cut
Pain is loves punishment
When you do not respond when it calls
I love you so , I hate you so
Loneliness is when you can't be whit "that" person
Of which you affection seem so fond
Because of simple matter of gender
Being in love whit a boy
And being one yourself
Can truly cause you pain
I love you so I hate you so
Many claims that love is "pure"
I can tell you its not
'cause when I see you walk away
25 Rules For Writing S. SnapeThey say a rule was never made that hadn't been broken. In this case whoever "they" are...are right. I've come across a lot of horrid fan fiction in my day, but if there's one thing that really really bothers me, it's a poorly written Severus Snape. Therefore, I have compiled these twenty-five simple rules to aid authors in writing him.25 Rules For Writing S. Snape7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
25 Rules for Writing Severus Snape
By Lauren K.
Rule Number One:
Severus Snape is a Potions Master who has been known to have been a spy, as well as exhibit extensive knowledge of the Dark Arts. The fact that I need to state this as a rule makes me die a little inside.
Rule Number Two:
Severus Snape does not refer to students by their first names unless otherwise instructed, and even then it takes effort.
Rule Number Three:
Severus Snape is not interested in anyone's personal life unless it has some bearing upon his own. Any interest shown would be done so begrudgingly.
Rule Number Four:
Severus Snape portra
SH - Bedside MannerWaiting Room Part 2SH - Bedside Manner4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The approaching surgeon pulled down his mask. "Doctor Watson?"
I nodded once, slowly.
"Now, you're a medical man, so I'm sure you'll understand you will have to be as careful and as quiet as you can don't knock the bed, or touch the equipment and he's not currently awake, but if you want to, you can see him anyway-"
"Wait what?" I asked, turning my head sharply to look at him. "See him? I can see him?"
A sympathetic smile crossed the surgeon's tired face as he continued, "Yes, you can. Mr Sherlock Holmes is alive, and we expect him to wake up any minute now."
Sherlock . . . .
It would have been easier to believe he'd died. It would have been more realistic. I hadn't thought real life had happy endings.
The Words I Didn't MeanThe Words I Didn't Mean2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Words I Didn't Mean
Your last steps seemed to echo
While I watched you walk away
You're leaving me in our love's shadow
And all I can feel is a piece of me break away
The shock starts to sink in
Every pore is conquered
A fissure begins within
I'm torn asunder
Liquid memories drip from my face
My heart will always remember this kind of pain
The love that was shown on this day will remain in vain
I didn't know how much passion could weigh
Or the damage it could do when it betrays
Fused with the words that I never even wanted to say
Compassionless by nature / A lonesome torture
Unloved by liars / Sought by manipulators
Breathing in shards / Tearing out hearts
Caught off-guard / Soul is scarred
The regrets won't let me breathe
The thick tears protect me from what I don't want to see
This fresh wound over my chest is where your place used to be
Pathetically rooted by my knees
I reach for you through the debris
Even though there's no one who can salvage me
Slicing Inside and OutSlicing Inside and Out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like railroad tracks
that carry me nowhere.
barricading me inside.
I tear at myself,
to make the pain go away.
Make it stop
make the suffering end
as I slice these lines
across my skin
red as ruby.
What have I done?
I hug myself
and try to stop the tears.
the endless cycle
can I make it stop?
Can I . . . end it?
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world
OC Profile TemplateFull Name:OC Profile Template2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
What universe does this character live in?:
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Moral Compass (Chaotic neutral, for example):
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Ode to Charmander 31's Pokemon ChatOde to Charmander 31's Pokemon Chat1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In the years prior to the new millennium, in the earlier days of the web, those evocative 90s where the internet was not yet ubiquitous in every home, there was a movement, an art form. It built itself in Yahoo chats, and spread to embedded free chatrooms on a few websites chosen seemingly at random for destiny. It was online roleplaying.
It was hopelessly nerdy. It grew out of nerddom. It was nerddom. Out of Dungeons & Dragons, out of BBS and IRC, out of choose-your-own-adventure novels and early textual RPGs known as MUDs… And it was a glorious age. Men and women, the bravest and most creative virtual fighters the world would ever know, frequented such locales as Charmander 31’s Pokémon Chat and Ace Digimon to do battle. The tales of the greatest warriors passed from mouth to mouth, and there were names that echoed across the great chasms of the internet. Names such as Squall, the great hero, and BlueLightningFlik, the great villain who introduced the T2 fight
TATTOOPaint me, Pierce my fleshTATTOO7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a canvas, you're the paint
I am model for your art
Model for the object in your heart
So pick your brush, and pic your drug
Put it in me, Put it on me
This aint rebellion
This aint a phase
Aint doin it for praise
But I want you in my skin
In and Under where no one has been
You'll be the secret no one has seen
Put it in me, Put it on me
When I am grown or when I am old
You're the secret I wont hold
A regret, a folly of youth
In my skin, inside my heart
A metal dart
Left alone - Eiji.AndrewEiji wasnt a big person. He was very much on the smaller side of things. His temper, just the same as his height, was legendarily short. Andrew had held off telling him about how hed been feeling recently just because of that.Left alone - Eiji.Andrew6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What do you mean youre feeling lonely? Eiji scoffed, I know I work a lot but can't be lonely. I'm not lonely, and we live together. How does that even work?.
Andrew groaned, I tell you Im feeling lonely and you immediately throw it off because youre not. He stood up, clenching his fists, Youre lucky I dont even think to mention youre not lonely because youre fucking anyone who wants it.
Oh, dont shoot that gun. Eiji warned.
Andrew was fuming, and he was swearing - and only two minutes into the argument. This wasnt going to just blow over.
Are you really lonely or are you just angry Im getting some away from you?