Mermaids IN SPACE -- ficletMermaids... IN SPACEMermaids IN SPACE -- ficlet8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Fanfic for my own original fic. u.u;;
"Arun!" Lìadan's voice rang over the rocks, dismay clear in her tone. "Arun, you get leafs of green-blue flower in food, yes?"
On the other side of the ledge, in the dry hollow of the tiny island, Arun looked up from his laptop and the progress report he was typing up. "Uh. Yeah? You said it was alright to eat..."
"No, no! I say blue-green, not -- ahh. Bad -- wrong flower. Wrong."
Arun straightened up, alarmed, and scrambled over to look at her, half-expecting to find her or the pirate greenish and foaming at the mouth. "Oh shit. Is it poiso...?"
In the shallow cove, Lìadan and Blue sat, Lìadan in the water, with her gray tail curled around her, Blue with his long legs stretched out; the man was frozen on the spot, a half-eaten plant cake still in hand. His tanktop was sliding down a still lanky, but now rounder and narrower shoulder, low enough to offer glimpses of round bumps that should never have exist
Happy Belated B'Day CherylHewA Christmas GiftHappy Belated B'Day CherylHew11 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Hinata sighed. Christmas was around the corner and she was alone. Sure, she had friends but the other kunoichis had BOYFRIENDS. For one, Shikamaru who always complained that girls were troublesome was now dating Temari. Of course, they had a long-distance relationship. But the siblings visited Konoha for Christmas, so Temari and Shikamaru were always seen together wherever they went. She had to give up entirely on Naruto, because he wrote back to his girlfriend, the most unexpected kunoichi of all, TenTen. Everyone was surprised when TenTen announced her relationship with Naruto to every genin. Lee was congratulating her, while Neji thought that Naruto rightfully deserves a strong kunoichi like TenTen. Hinata was literally heartbroken. She went through a minor phase of self-degrading for being weak until she decided it was best that she should be happy for Naruto.
But still, even Sakura and Ino had a boyfriend. They both were the weirdes
If a Lion Could SpeakThe world churns this body,If a Lion Could Speak11 years ago in Open More Like This
has been my whitish ipecac,
like a big tongue in the gut,
has made me hurtle words.
I am a refinery, a plant that shits beauty.
Im tired and frightened, that is depression,
Ive said it before. Nothing is everything is love,
and no great love for the man'inventing.
Touch me off, go back to the aether,
monkey fist, half-hitch, noose.
Love is a sandpaper, it smooths corners,
it bevels edges, it makes dust of us,
finally we go back to the wind.
Every ribcage is a ladder with rungs
of bone. Im glad Im thin
so I can count how high I have to go.
On the hunt, the devil grass hurts
my eyes. Id rather sleep,
Id rather yawn my children into petted being.
The thousand frights between
my lips have made such games
of ivory shaking in the voice of earth.
Down at the r
7 Lovely SinsThe7 Lovely Sins10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Book of
1 This is how you will know to mark the young among men,
for this is the prayer they pray, again and again.
2 It is these who should be marked and minted into lives worth being spent.
3 These are the words they speak in vain,
"Our father who art in us, tradition be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, in me as it is in him.
Give us this day our lovely sins1—those of youth and innocence.
And forgive us our deviance, as we forgive those who differ from us.
And lead us not into similarity, but deliver us from the collective.
For thine is the prison, and the scorn, aimed at abnormal men."2
1:3 1 7 Lovely Sins, Quintessence 1, New Testament
1:3 2 Hope's Prayer, Quintessence 43, New Testament
The Book of
1 Behold, these are the sins
for which you shall be told to repent
RainRain9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The spring rain turned the bright crimson blood to a softer, almost pink, color. Sai briefly wondered if it was normal to muse so nonchalantly about the color of his own blood as he half leaned on the tree behind him, half propped up by the roseate-haired medic in front of him. Sakura's hands and a good deal of her arms and clothes were covered or splattered with blood. None of it her own.
It looked so artistic- the lighting of the setting sun, striking every rain drop and giving them a golden glow as they continuously plummeted down all around the two of them, also rolling down her arms, hair and face magnificently, meshing with liquid crimson and her own tears...
She desperately pumped healing green chakra into his body, trying to mend that tragically wide gash across his chest before he bled to death. A lot of blood, not enough chakra, too much pain, not enough time, everything to lose...
As a medic nin, she never experienced losing a patient, and the prospect of it happening now wa
Titans 1602 chapter 1Titans 1602 chapter 111 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Artificer Urza
-1602- Hampton Court, England; the seat of power of England, the residence of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth. Dark clouds hung overhead, hung over all of England, in fact. The air was thick with humidity and yet there had not been any rain in weeks, months almost. The air rumbled and grumbled as lightning flashed, but not a drop of water fell. A carriage, moving at a leisurely pace was approaching. The passenger was a youth, dressed like nobility; he had short, black hair and sharp blue eyes. He looked at the scenery outside, but his face had a deeply ponderous expression. The carriage pulled up to the gates of the Queen's mansion of Hampton Court.
"Master Wayne?" The driver said as the carriage came to a stop. "We've arrived, sir."
The young man exited the carriage, porters were waiting for him and began to take his luggage; he would remain in the hospitality of Her Majesty for a while, so he had packed some essentials. Another figure ca
nerudai want to read your bodyneruda12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like neruda poem
written in braille,
my fingers searching
the pages of your skin,
gently brushing away
the hair that falls
like a silken bookmark
across your face.
i will work my way
down the page, hands
trembling with excitement,
anticipating which words
fingers will linger
in some areas, reread,
so that on lonely nights
like this one I will
be able to recite
the subtle nuances of
your neck or the mystery
surrounding your navel.
I would try to interpret
the verse for others,
but there is no translation
for your lungs breathing
into the palm of my hand,
or your heart, beating
its ancient tribal rhythms
in correspondence with mine.
HTTYD: Designated DriverSummary: Drunk Ruffnut and drunk Toothless try their level best to annoy Astrid to death.HTTYD: Designated Driver6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Are you sure you two will be okay?"
"Yes, for the hundredth time, I'm sure," Astrid said, rolling her eyes. "We'll be fine."
Hiccup nodded, although he didn't look convinced. "I mean, I'd come with you, but I'm really trying to finish this harness -- "
" -- before you forget anything from that little inspirational burst you had, yes, I know. Contrary to what you may have seen, Ruffnut and I can moderate ourselves when we need to."
Hiccup's eyebrow shot up, and Astrid felt defensive. "Well we can," she huffed.
"No, no, I believe you," Hiccup said quickly. "I may not have seen it yet, but I believe you."
Astrid considered being offended, and decided against it, shrugging. "I guess it's easier to let go when you know there's someone there to take care of you," she said, and gave Hiccup a sweet smile.
Predictably, he melted, but
Deal With ItDeal With It9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You say the night has lost her spark,
The stars grow dim and the future's dark.
Everything you dreamed has turned to dust,
While you wait to be turned to ash and rust.
But you're stuck. You're caught. There's no way out.
You hide in the dark and scream and shout.
You think there's nothing left to see,
You've been everywhere there is to be.
So you're asking me what you should do,
But all I can say is you've got to—
Deal with it.
Even if you feel
Like you wanna quit.
You'll just have to deal
Deal with it.
I know this feeling
makes you wanna kneel,
But you'll just have to
find a way to deal.
So deal! Deal!
Deal with it!
Even if you feel
Like you wanna quit!
You're gonna have to
Deal with it!
You want to feel alive again
You want to find that perfect friend.
But you just wallow in your pinning,
You'd never see them for all your whining!
You wander, You're lost, and you can't find
The things that went bump behind your mind.
You still can't find your rightful place,
All you've go
The Gargoyle and The MermaidThe Gargoyle and The Mermaid11 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
If you traveled far from where snow capped mountains make their berth, through golden deserts on camel back, and over countless emerald plains you would find a beautiful ocean, blue like a Himalayan Poppy and as fresh as a baby's first breath. It flows with fish, all colors of the rainbow, and within it is a kingdom constructed of both sand and coral. Along these sandy roads swim not only whales and goldfish but the prettiest of mer-people too.
Their skins are shaded in a multitude of color like the fish, ranging from lilac purple and sunshine orange to coal black. The luckiest of them even have tails that reflect different pigments, as though carved from diamond. The mer-people spend a great deal of time indulging on oysters, adorning themselves with pearls, and playing silly love games. They court each other day and night, the mermaids batting their lovely lashes at the handsomest boys, while the mermen performed daring feats before the most beautiful girls. At night they gather upon
OC Profile: Avie ElricBASICSOC Profile: Avie Elric3 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Waverly Elric
Nickname(s) or Alias(es): Avie (sounds like "Amy" but with a "v")
Age: mid 20s
Introduced Location: near King’s Tower in Central City, Amestris
Apparent Occupation: nurse at Central Hospital
Build: banana figure, neither flat nor voluptuous
Height: a little over 5 feet
sharp, but not narrow
pale Xerxian gold
straight and average thickness
just past chin-length, bangs swept to (her) left side with one or two flyaways
Skin: Xerxian tan
Tattoo(s)/Piercing(s): one pair of ear piercings, usually wears simple blue studs
Hygiene: thorough and dutiful (it’s necessary, what with being a nurse)
Style: (out of uniform) clean-cut, skirts, lots of pastels
independent-minded, prefers a life of autonomy
skeptical, a stubborn realist to a fault
Elric family member
seems somewhat estranged
HTTYD: ParentsSummary: Families are complicated.HTTYD: Parents5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Bet you I find the biggest rabbit."
"You couldn't find a rabbit if it was burrowing in your boot."
"Jealous much? Watch close, you might learn something."
"Sure. I'm always up for adding more 'Hilarious ways Tuff mauls himself' to my mental list."
"Ruffnut? Tuffnut? Where are you off to?"
The twins stopped just in front of the doorway and looked over at where their mother was sitting in front of the fireplace, sewing a large something out of light blue fabric.
"We're going hunting," Tuffnut said.
"Hunting?" Marigold Thorston asked distractedly.
"Yeah, hunting. You know, hitting small fleshy things with large metal things?" Ruffnut said, and Tuffnut snickered.
Marigold looked up at them and frowned. "There's no need for that tone, young lady."
"Sorry Mom," Ruffnut said, rolling her eyes.
"So, we're just gonna..." Tuffnut made for the door again.
"Just a moment," Marigo
Laundry Day--the ficLaundry Day--the fic10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was shining, the birds were singing and every Civvie for seven blocks knew to keep a good ten foot distance between themselves and Jak.
Seems like any ol' day in the life of Haven's two least respected (and only) heroes, right? Well, actually, the people of the Haven had a fairly good reason to shun the blonde and his Ottsel this morning.
The pair had just gotten back from a mission in the sewers.
Needless to say, they were smelling…a little ripe at the moment.
"I need a bath," Daxter announced (whined) loudly from his pouting spot atop Jak's shoulder guard. "I smell like…dear 'cursor's, I don't wanna know what I smell like."
"We could head over to the Baron's fountains," Jak suggested absently as he scouted the skies for a zoomer he preferred.
Daxter opened his furry trap to answer but his reply was cut short as Jak's comm. burst from the confines of the hero's clothing and began to hover around in the air. "Jak," came Torn's smoking-damaged voice. "We need yo
FFW Saber - desc and statsSaber GaladrielFFW Saber - desc and stats7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Galadriel is the bastard child of Lancelot of the Lake and Elaine of Carbonek. Her mother used magic to assume the form of Guinevere and seduced Lancelot. Galadriel was named after the childhood name of her father, Galahad. She was sent to be cared for by her great aunt, who was the abbess at a nunnery, after she was born. Upon reaching adulthood she left the nunnery in order to pursue knighthood and follow in her fathers footsteps. She took on the name of Galahad and hid her identity by cutting her hair short, and when she met her father and demonstrated her skill, he knighted her. Once she reached Camelot it was revealed that Sir Galahad was destined to find the Holy Grail. She set out on this quest with two other knights and actually obtained the Grail, after which she was lifted into Heaven with the Grail, leaving the two knights behind. It is most likely due to this reason that the Fuyuki Grail was created and the Holy Grail Wars started. Galadr
elephantasmaelephantasma11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
this is forgetting:
moon-drenched ivory, and grey flesh
made hollow with lead.
And Then They Were GoneWARNING!: YAOI/SHOUNEN-AI ALERT! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!And Then They Were Gone7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And Then They Were Gone
They were all gone. The eight of them. Gone.
Sasori had been the first one to fall. He had lived long enough, he had thought, and had let himself die, by the hands of the family he had once.
Then Kakuzu. It hadnt taken him long before passing away. A last blast from the Copy-Cat ninja after fighting the Kyuubi child, and he was done for.
Next was Hidan. Who would have known that a masochistic immortal like him would have been defeated, by a kid that is?
And then came Deidaras turn. His hatred for the Uchiha blood-limit took him to his very last breath, finishing off in a blast of art.
No one expected Itachi to leave afterwards. A battle against his own flesh and blood, the one he had tried to protect all those years, and he rendered his last breath with a smile.
After them followed Kisame. Watching all his friends departure, having to bear being left behind, he died after a few we
The Ninja in the ClosetThe Ninja in the Closet7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
THE NINJA IN THE CLOSET
by Grace Ogawa
Mabel found the ninja on Monday morning when she was in a hurry and late for school. She had overslept, and was still in that heavy, fuzzy-headed state that usually clings to one after being woken too early. So when she flung open her closet door looking for a sensible dress that was not too crumpled it took her a few minutes to comprehend what she saw.
There was a strange man in her closet. An old man, judging by the wild mop of white hair on his head, dressed all in black with a strange green vest and extremely unfashionable sandals. He had what must have been modified biker's gloves (the sort with the fingers cut off) that had metal plates attached to the back, and (this was how she knew he was a ninja) there was a tight black mask that covered the lower half of his face and the tip of his nose. He wore a headband strapped at an angle across his forehead so that only his right, sulle
FFW Assassin - desc and statsAssassin KichoFFW Assassin - desc and stats7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Kicho is more famously known as Nohime or Lady Noh, the barren wife of Nobunaga Oda. She was originally trained to be an assassin for her father, who dared to kill the Fool of Owari to prevent interference with his affairs. Noh once confronted her lord and husband and threatened to kill him. In return he openly offered his life to be hers to take at any time and her love for him bloomed. Kicho is a Japanese woman of unparalleled beauty, with long black hair and deep black eyes. She is usually seen wearing a purple kimono covered with flower patterns.
Presence Concealment Rank: C
Nohime can hide her presence as a Servant well enough to get within striking distance of another Servant.
Instinct Rank: A
This is the ability to always "feel" the best course for oneself during combat. This heightened sixth sense is now close to precognition. It reduces by half any obst
Basketball - Ben Drowned x Reader (Request) You woke up and smiled. The sun was bright, the horizon was a colorful dawn, this seemed like a beautiful morning to have some (f/f) coffee and relax outside on the patio. It seemed all too quiet for the manor, but that was fine in your perspective. Quiet was something that this place needed more of.Basketball - Ben Drowned x Reader (Request)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You stood up and the floor, instead of cold, was warm! Did someone actually take the time to click on the heat over night? Walking to the tall wardrobe, you pulled off your (f/c) robe from the hanger and slid it on.
You waked downstairs and made a fresh mug of warm coffee, sipping on it lightly and embracing the delicious beverage in the peaceful aura.
You slid on your (f/c) socks and walked out the glass slide door onto the smooth patio, sitting in a chair and smiling as you observed the trees that lined the yard.
Just as the quiet began to ease in, a large basketball hit your arm causing the mug to knock out
Utter Madness"You have my word." Twilight Sparkle put her hoof over her heart and looked solemnly at Rarity. "Losing a friend's trust is the fastest way to lose a friend." She nodded quickly. Despite the weirdness of the person she'd learned it from, it was sound advice, and she'd taken it to heart. She opened her mouth to speak again.Utter Madness5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"FOREVEEEER." Pinkie Pie burst out of the sponge bucket by her leg and glared daggers at Twilight. Rarity didn't seem to notice, having long since tuned out the pink pony's strangeness.
"Oh Pinkie Pie You are so random! And yet, you still follow a set of rules. True, they play fast and loose with the physics of your world, but you do still have them. You come out of left field, spout something strange but true, and disappear again, only to reappear in the next frame doing something nearly completely different. It's as if you're more enlightened than the average pony."
Two men in
Lilo and Stitch: NormalitySummary: Myrtle may not be sure what normal is anymore, but she's pretty sure Lilo still doesn't qualify.Lilo and Stitch: Normality5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When Myrtle is young, she's good at making friends, and keeping them. She's queen of her own little clique. She's forceful and confident and sometimes mean, yeah, but only to people she and the others had decided deserved it.
But she and her friends keep getting older, keep moving up in school, keep meeting new people. One day the girl known for making fun of people who are different realizes she's different. Most of her classmates are native; they have a shared heritage, culture, language. All Myrtle has is an absent father and a mother who tries way too hard. Eventually Myrtle realizes the downside of choosing friends just as likely as her to exclude someone for not fitting in.
She never quite recovers after that. It's not like she's a total social outcast, but she doesn't really fit in with most of the kids she knows. It doesn't help that she doesn't become less abrasive
Unison #4: A Fresh PerspectiveUnison #4: A Fresh Perspective3 years ago in Romance More Like This
At eleven o'clock in the morning, Twilight Sparkle rolled out of bed.
She groaned as she picked herself up off of the floor and righted herself back onto four legs. With a yawn, she shuffled over to her dresser. Wiping the crust from her eyes, her vision eventually cleared to see exactly what she expected--frizzle from mane to tail, from head to hoof.
As was often her morning routine, she considered staying that way, perhaps even going back to bed. After all, who ever saw her up here besides Princess Celestia and maybe her family-
Wait, no. Things were different now.
Her room being lined with wood wherever she looked attested to that. She didn't spend all of her days in one of two castle towers anymore. This was a library. She had to tend to it. There were other ponies here. Other ponies she both cared for and counted on, and which returned the favor.
This was no longer Canterlot. This was Ponyville.
As her brain continued its reboot, she looked at he