:PPC: Making Music TogetherMaking Music Together:PPC: Making Music Together2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
++ A oneshot of Katrina Lau (Tygerlander’s OC) and Kira Izuru (Bleach) ++
It was quiet in the Third Division office, as Rose and Izuru worked in companionable silence. As Rose looked up from his work, he couldn’t help but notice that his lieutenant (whom he offered referred to as “his muse”) seemed to be feeling down and out of it.
“Is something the matter, Kira?” he asked.
Kira looked up, his blue eyes widening in surprise. “Err…no, nothing,” he said, coughing awkwardly as he pushed some of his blonde hair back. “I’m probably just feeling a little tired, is all…”
Rose clucked his tongue against his teeth. “I know you better than that,” he said. “Tell me what’s really going on,” he pried. “It’s all right to even talk about personal things with your captain, you know.”
Kira averted his eyes, looking back down at his papers. He
Merry Christmas! -WIP-Rei sighed as she sat in a room wearing a red and green dress, attmepting to be festive for the holiday. The room was full of chatty Shinigami and Christmas music from the human world. There were multiple Shinigami from every single squad, all smiling and drinking eggnog, or straight sake. It wasn't crammed, but it was enough to make Rei irritable how close everyone was and bumping into each other. She and Renji had arrived together and had somehow been split up throughout the night, and that over everything annoyed her. Everyone around her was giggly and having a good time, while she sat on a couch like there was a dark cloud over her head. She sighed and her eyes continued searching the crowd for any sight of Renji so they could leave. Without any luck she dropped her head back, and shook her head. When she sat up and looked again a set of breasts crushed against the back of Rei's head, her face lighting up a bright red.Merry Christmas! -WIP-2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Guueeeeess whhhhooo!" a high and happy voice said behind Rei.
Birthday Tygerlander - Fiction - TogetherJust because Shiroitora lived on the beachfront, everyone seemed to think that made every day like a vacation for her. But where else was the Deep Water Huntress supposed to live?Birthday Tygerlander - Fiction - Together1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Still, there was one benefit. Her place was always an attractive spot for a little downtime whenever the so-called Heavenly Kings - a little on the arrogant side, that name - and their crew wanted to take it easy for a while. It was like being a kid again, having all her friends gathered around like that. It was especially nice to be able to spend some time with the boys.
There seemed to be an unspoken agreement between the others to give her as much time alone in the house with Sunny and Coco as possible. During the day, she didn’t see hide nor hair of Toriko, Zebra, Komatsu, Rin, or any of them, and for a woman with her acute senses that was no mean feat. It made her wonder if they were all up to something. She hadn’t had the chance to pin any of them down and pummel answers out of them yet thou
Religion and Computers 2005Religion and Computers 200510 years ago in Humor More Like This
Christianity is Linux
Countless versions exist, with most of them sharing common ideals. Founded on the principle that any person can modify the code in any way they see fit and present it as a competing product. This has resulted in countless distributions vying for space on hard disks. In the West, there has been a drive to reduce the effort needed to install Linux in order to increase its user base. Derived from Unix. Not as popular in English-speaking countries as the developers would like, but spreading fast in the developing world. The decision by American and Canadian Linux distributors to allow homosexuals to contribute to the source code has caused uproar among traditionalists. They insist that while Linus Torvald loves homosexuals, there's no way in hell he'd want them to go anywhere near the source code.
Judaism is Unix
Disciples of Unix can often be seen with large beards. Hard to understand and sometimes eccentric, the followers of this operating system claim
Empty Cup, Chapter 1Empty Cup, Chapter 15 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Getting lost wasn't really something Jake had planned on doing, not really. He had been told to learn about the Na'vi from the 'inside'. How to get to that point never crossed his mind, not even a little. Stupidly assuming that Grace would casual introduce him to the large indigenous, he failed to care.
The first trip made damn sure that would not happen.
But there he was, getting dragged into camp by a group of crazy-pissed natives, a knife at his braid. It gave him some idea, some inkling that the length of hair was in some way important; learning 'how' again came very low on his priority list. The chick saving him from certain death from the viperwolves and, more recently, the angry guy with the mohawk strode in front him with the waist shaking saunter of a woman used to owning whatever it was that came her way.
The PianistA warm, lilting melody wafted through the nightclub, nimble fingers dancing over crisp black and white keys as the song of the grand piano drifted down from the stage, filtering between the irregularly spaced tables to fill every niche and recess of the dimly lit room. The lone figure in the spotlight moved gently with the music, her long chestnut hair billowing down her back in loose waves and her wine red dress fanning out around her knees as she sat on the worn leather stool. It was not a complex song she played, with no difficult notes or intricate rhythms, but there was something about it that was so enthralling, so entrancing, as if each sound touched you, clung to you, whispered to you.The Pianist4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the tune swelled, as the notes danced, and as music came alive beneath her fingers, the pianist began to remember.
She met him at a cheap, backwater club on a cool autumn evening while playing yet another of those low paid unambitious jobs that she hated but needed to make ends meet. While
My Immortal LessonsMy Immortal Lessons5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Everyone at Hogwarts is gothic.
2. In the rare occasion someone is not gotchic, they are a gay prep.
3. Guns are ok.
4. Voldemort has a "dude-ur-so-retarded" look on his face
5. My Checmical Romance is the best band ever
6. Harry Potter looks just like Joel Madden
7. Every goth has wasit length ebony black hair with purple streaks and red tips
8. "Crookshanks" is a powerful spell, resulting in falling down and screaming.
9. Telekinesis allows you to read minds.
10. Dumbledore only swore cuz he had a hedache
11. You must put the boy's thingy in the girl's.
12. Draco Malfoy has a sex-pack.
13. Voldermort is so obviously not gothic, even though he wears black.
14. Harry's name is actually Vampire.
15. Ebony's name is ENOBY not Mary Su.
16. Voldemort speaks from the Middle Ages
17. Vampire's eyes are sexah
18. One must french passively.
19. Vampire Potter giggles at the thought of human blood
20. Vlodemort is indeed really scary.
21. Draco probably has AIDs anyway
22. Every main charact
PersonalityYou drink your coffee black, today. Four sugar. No more, no less. The weight of the knives on your person help make you feel like you have some control, some sense of power. You know it's an illusion, one you've convinced yourself is real. It doesn't matter; it helps you make it through the day.Personality3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You're wearing a certain outfit again today; button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled almost to your elbow with a black t shirt under it, jeans, work boots and an attitude that no one wants a piece of. You hold yourself with faked confidence, joke about how amazing you are. You fade into 'concerned friend' mode only briefly before the egotistical bastard rises up again and takes complete control. Today you are steel, only slightly rusted around the edges. Nothing can get in, nothing can get out. And that's okay. That's best, for now. Anything else is too much, and you can't take 'too much' right now.
You're starting your day with a glass of juice again. Instead of pie, you've decided to make egg
About a boy,I could stand here forever alone in this rainAbout a boy,6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Counting the cloudbursts that fell over me
Arctic, Trickling down my spine.
I had this dream ,
That We faded in.. chasing cranes
Youd count them each time they hit the floor
And just stare as if a part of you had fallen apart.
(Always the Gray ones. )
I would hold your hand so tight, because I was afraid you would Really fall apart.
There we were, standing with fallen cranes.
After a while they turned black;
And Youd fade away.
Id close my eyes and pretend you were still there
See, I could never find you through these tears.
Ive imagined the way you would.
Youd wrap your arms around my mind,
You felt so warm,
Strange and beautiful.
Youd kissed my neck, I kissed your fingertips.
Its The way your eyes smiled, as you fell asleep.
I cant find, Forever in your eyes
NesomnNesomn4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Lumini vineţii şi bolnave
Se ciocnesc între somn şi realitate.
Plutind pe nor argintiu
Şi alergând pe spini de trandafir:
Exact linia lor despărţitoare.
Şi mă înec în briză proaspătă de munte.
Şi urc pe valuri albastre şi verzi.
Şi zbor pe sub pământul negru.
Şi îmi rănesc ochii cu cioburi de cer.
Ajung la stele pentru a-mi da seama,
Pentru a observa veşnicia într-un strop pe o frunză,
Pentru a înţelege viaţa în dragoste şi ură,
Pentru a urî şi a iubi în acelaşi timp.
Apoi lumină solară inundă privirea.
Mă trezesc fără scop, gânduri sau vlagă.
Şi uit tot.
GnosisFrom the fading light I'm fallingGnosis6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where once I stood so proud
No longer are the voices calling
No longer do I yearn to know
I've spent my time in thought
And drunk my fill of silence
And left the dying ages, the rot
And putrid stench behind
I've learned, but still..
I do not know, nor can I
And now I never will
Knowledge brings no peace
DmC "rant"DmC "rant"3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hello folks, and now, I bring you a rant that has ABSO-POSI-LUTELY NOTHING to do with Ultimate Marvel Vs. Capcom 3. Thank god, cause if I have to make another "rant" regarding that game, I think I'd have to start a zombie apocalypse with some 245 - Trioxin. Instead, this rant is going to be on the subject of a game that has been the subject of tons of controversy.
If your a fan of Capcom, you'll probably be familiar with the famous hack-n'-slash franchise known as Devil May Cry. Well, in September 2010, Capcom officially announced that there would be a new Devil May Cry installment in the series. It would be an origin story that established how Dante, the main protagonist of the series, came to grips with his half-demon half-human heritage, and Capcom would outsource the game to Ninja Theory, a company known for only 2 major titles: Heavenly Sword and Enslaved.
With the announcement came a few screenshots and a trailer of the game. In the 4 Devil May Cry titles before this, Dante had s
A Stronger Uchiha Part 2A Stronger Uchiha Part 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ryuu dropped Sasuke and opened the fan that lay on his back it revealed a unique design Ryuu bit his lip and spread the blood across the fan. "Wind Summoning: Black fire flame dance!" he gave a wave of his fan as flames came out of the fan and was pushed toward Sasuke the flames then created a fire demon that laughed as it grabbed Sasuke in his fist. Sasuke struggled as the black flames burned Sasuke "BLACK FIRE DEMON RELEASE!" the demon instantly disappeared into flames Ryuu did another wave of his fan and the flames started to circle and wrap around Sasuke from inches away "So is this the Black Fire flame dance or was it that Demon back there" Ryuu didn't answer him he knew that Sasuke knew he had messed up the jutsu and lost control of the demon. Ryuu did a single hand sign without saying a word the flames came closer to Sasuke. Sasuke was then suddenly gone as the flames were about to close up on him. Ryuu's rage grew as he looked around for Uchiha "shit where did he go" Sasuke sud
midnight, minus threewinter comes to beijing like an old coat,midnight, minus three4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or perhaps a threadbare tide;
not a hurried cold--no, not yet so old
as an angry man--but careful, slow,
and weaving herself from wind after wind,
snow after snow--
like a shroud for a warm corpse
laying itself out on the street
at last to rest,
then, tugging like a baby at her own sleeve
she sees to them, the hot potato women,
the quiet men crying corn,
to the dusty coats and supplications,
and the sparrows blown like buttons
in a storm.
with a whisperthis is how we rule the world,with a whisper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the forgotten, lobotom-ised,
of a long lost dystopast.
not with a SHOUT,
we do not argue.
we do not even unsheath
we whisper in your children's ears
the memories of what should have been.
the life we all crave.
the death we all crave.
WE do not discriminate
our opinions onto others
pressing the side of the blade
down onto the flesh
all are bitten
with the fever of our belief.
this is how we rule the world,
we tell stories,
we incite a generation
with their own scar/r/ed lungs
with a whisper.
First SnowFirst Snow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was when the moon howled
Whistling up the covers 'til I shivered
Knees clattering like old wood
And the door screamed
Clinging to its hinges
It was when I fell in silver
My tongue frozen
Licking up old wounds
And the clouds caught me
Forcing open my eyes
It was when the night howled
Waking me, shaking me
Until I gave in, cursing
And stumbled out in pure sugar
Into another dream
tattoo artistone time you compare me to a dancer.tattoo artist5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i ask why.
you claim my every movement is as graceful
as the gentle turning of the earth,
as precise as the path of a raindrop
shattering perfectly into glass.
Where did you read that? Shakespeare?
Ye of little faith. I don't dance.
dumb puppy, soft-headed loser,
i adore you but i do not trust your brains.
it is freezing outside when we walk across
the gap between
cars, and you show me what it feels
like to be touched by numb
lips, pressed against a wall of my reticence
like a bone-chilling wind.
It was just a kiss. Why did you look at me that way?
For once I thought somebody understood.
i close the door
to keep out wind and fear and confusion and you.
it doesn't take me long to explain all
your bad points.
in summary, you are a selfish reckless rock-solid
phony with gossamer insides and armor out
idiot for love, unstable as ripe volcanic magma
and just as passionate.
But I will follow you on destruction's path.
Boy, we'll blaze out
Death, Upon an EncounterDeath, Upon an Encounter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's fortunate you're sleeping
(As your race is prone to do)
You won't be frightened, child
Of the things we'll do to you
You won't be waiting for our hands
So chilled and softly white
You'll sink in slumber, blissful
Of your sudden loss of sight
It's strangely sweet, this feeling
That is lurking in my heart
It gives my blood a practice
And my veins a violent spark
I clutch you closely, blessing
What my life can never be
This crux of bones that holds you
Your fresh mortality
It's fortunate you're living
For the living never die
Their souls breathe on forever
Like a perfume of the mind
They do not rest, like Hades
In the dungeons of the earth
But sanctified, they wander
Into still a better birth
I am not living, child
Nor do I rest in peace
My gravestone has no marker
My soul is not at ease
The heart that burns as fire
Seems to set this hell ablaze
I know naught of compassion
But the love that's in your face
Pond Above still waterPond8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Mayflies dance an arabesque.
A pond awakens.
A Timeless ImageA Timeless ImageA Timeless Image3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A mirror's dainty reflection,
A young girl's perception,
of the perfect life to come.
Proud of the fact,
of her ability to attract,
attention for the first time.
Through the looking glass, so new,
Finding an alternative point of view,
where vanity isn't polished.
Warped by life
hit with undo strife
clouds her self image
Without fantasy's distortion,1
She's scared out of proportion,
as scratches change what she sees.
Make-up cannot hide,
her disfigurement genocide,
protruding through the mask.
The mirrors reflected illusion,
A blurred image of confusion,
of what she thought life was.
Distanced from the past,
To the future detached,
Caught in a sad hopelessness.
Weathered now and cracked,
Unable to attract,
anything but pity.
Cuts deepen in her soul
expanding to the whole,
as she falls apart.
Broken pieces on the floor,
The Love of My DreamsThis really has to stopThe Love of My Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try and try to resist you, block you out of my life
and yet you always manage to cheat your way into my thoughts
You're so unfair
Why am I the only one whose heart is captivated?
I've tried to deny my feelings but your Hazel eyes see so clearly
It's as if you see through my very soul
Leaving me naked, exposed to every bit of desire your smile incites
Damn that smile
Why must it be so persistent?
Always there, present on your lips
whispering sweat words of affection
stroking my emotions with each breath
As I thought, this really isn't fair
I have come to love you so dearly
to point where I even call out to you in my sleep
just hoping that one night you'll once again appear in my dreams
How is it that I can love you so much
yet I don't even know your name?
a conversationi welcome sleep as it is - a long lost friend returning home from battle, arms draped over my shoulders, weeping. i held it close and whispered - as if it were my only friend, being the prince of the sky, asking of why i cling to my possessions like a dog to its territory, why i harbor insane notions about silly things -a conversation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"we are all barren, stripping the land, looking for love in white-capped waves of our own destruction."
i asked why mother nature was pulling me by the roots of my hair, and being as i am, a girl who speaks vague classroom french and stands at the waterside passing small thoughts
like stones as the brine and tangling seaweed washes over my broad and open feet, i condescendingly believed he would give me straight answers-
"all languages we speak are diligent and binding, we bite our tongues against society, and she is just trying to say hello."
silence like a trainwreck passes on four feet and i wait, breathing, for the hour to come and announce itself to me in a rain-l