HTTYD::. The SeashredderHTTYD::. The Seashredder6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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It was an early morning on the island Berk, an island inhabited by the feared Vikings.
It had rained horribly during the whole night, and had left everything on the island soaked. A thick mist clouded the island and the endless sea around it, making it hard to guide oneself around.
Despite that, the young Viking girl Ingrid was strolling around the island with her dragon, Arvid. The mist made the dragon shake its head every now and then, annoyed over not having a clear sight. They were heading towards the dock, where all the fisher Vikings had gathered that day. She didn't know why, and she was a bit curious. The dock was crowded with people, carrying all kinds of equipments and nets. She tried to find someone to ask about this peculiar event. The crowd only grew and grew, and suddenly, she bumped into someone.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
It was a recognizable voice. The person she had bumped into was carrying a
Ch.11 Fight For Your Future As Daemon and Stoic stood inside the Kill Ring, the sun shown down on them brightly, and undisturbed by any clouds in the sky as these two readied themselves for what would be the fight to decide Berks future. As the crowd of onlookers watched in excitement and worry as to who would walk out of this battle as the victor.Ch.11 Fight For Your Future5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Are you ready boy?" Stoic said as he was taking of his cape and leather armor.
"Yeah, I'm ready. But are you sure you don't want to keep those as extra protection?" Daemon said with a smile.
"Don't worry....I won't be needing them." Stoic said as he casted aside his unneeded clothing. Just then Gobber came into the ring, and approached the two combatants.
"Now I want a good clean fight from you both."
"Me!? You only shou
HTTYD Fic SLIGHT SPOILERS SwimmingHTTYD Fic SLIGHT SPOILERS6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hiccup grinned to himself as he ran back to his house after dragon training. He had successfully "defeated" a dragon without harming the beast and he was glad. He knew that if he actually hurt one of the dragons, he'd never be able to look Toothless in the face.
His smile widened at the thought of his black dragon and he hopped the stairs up to his house two at a time so he could get there faster. Today was an extremely hot day. Extremely hot. So today instead of going flying with Toothless, he had something different planned.
He opened the door to his house and went to the cellar, that stored their fish and he grabbed his pack and filled it. He
just another bad day: part 2Just another bad day: part 2just another bad day: part 26 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meeting Toothless' human
I blinked my eyes open to see the fire that had been roaring in its little spot for hours, was put out. I wasn't as sore as yesterday, which was pretty fortunate. Also, I could move again. I turned my head to my other side. Toothless was not lying beside me. At that moment, I panicked because I felt alone and scared as much as before. It was a horrible feeling.
I faced my head to be surprised to near death. I saw toothless staring at me with his big beautiful eyes. "*sigh" he was standing right over me, which made my stomach fill with millions of butterflies.
He said to me ("Glad to see you're awake! Do you feel ok? You took quite a beating yesterday.")
("Yeah, I'm fine. I'm still sore, and a lot of the pain from my wounds is still lingering. I'll just have to deal with it .. Uhh did I sprain my leg or something?")
("Yeah. Didn't you notice the pain in your leg?")
("No actually. I guess there was just so
HTTYD Ch12 - Toothless?Chapter 12HTTYD Ch12 - Toothless?6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Voices called through the fog, anxiously searching for lost friends in the blinding miasma. Astrid shivered. She'd been in this exact position before, only now it was worse. Last time Hiccup and Toothless had survived because Toothless had slowed their fall. Now, Toothless had been out cold, and Hiccup couldn't do anything to help the dragon. Death loomed in the cloying mist, the stony black ground littered with the fallen corpses of men and dragons.
Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr, the twins' Zippleback, swooped low over the party that Astrid was part of, silent as its twin riders in their search. They landed a short distance away, by the search group that Stoic was in. Astrid saw the viking's chief talk to the twins, and they only shook their heads in response. She looked away, instead searching to her right.
Stryker was stood among a cluster of bodies, searching the smoke for something. Unlike everyone else, he wasn't calling out to the lost dragons and viking. Astrid br
Start Of The BetStart Of The Bet5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Start of the bet
I hate that she remembered the bet. If you could tell, I did not want to do this at all. Two bowls of human gore down my throat. Not looking forward to it.
When Carmen woke me up, I woke up. It was, really early in the morning, I believe it was either three or four. She said, she wasn't feeling well and she did in fact look a little sick. Some tea made her feel better. Whenever I was sick as a child, my little brother would make me tea. I hated tea. I still do, but it made me feel better after I drank it.
Once she was done, she mentioned the bet, some sort of a smirk on her face. I felt like expelling my past dinner right then and there. I tried my hardest to change the subject, but she would not forget about this. She even grabbed my hand, took me to her freezer and told me to pick a body. I have never been more uncomfortable around a dead body in my life.
"Well. Go ahead. Pick one."
"I Uh well "
"That one other there is fresh. You should pic
Misfit Circus CharactersMisfit Circus Characters5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
ALL OC'S ©VCH
Ilias: Age like 21 [Created Date: Nov. 20. 2009]
A snobbish but wimpy boy. He is popular for his good looks and talent but because of his popularity, Buuut Ilias is very loving, hilarious, spontaneous and finds almost everything amazing, he knows how to put up with others very well, do the right things and be there for his friends at all times even though he gets picked on a lot as jokes because of his snobbish personality. Known for saying the phrase "Top Class".
Midnightmare a.k.a Ringmaster Midnight: [Created Date: Dec 2009? Feb? 2010]
Ilias's alter ego. Appears when Ilias becomes too hyper, conceited or when it turns Midnight. He also becomes Midnightmare when he eats strange swirly lollipops that Kenneth Kite created as a kids medicine gone wrong. Because of Diego and Jimmy's bad attempt to improve their fathers mini business, the lollipops ended up in Ilias's dressing room. He is pretty much, a hyper disaster.
Jason M. [his team calls him
NightmareNightmare5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karasu and his daughter came home in the dead of night. I don't remember making him a key but he has one. I was up, I couldn't sleep that night. It was too hot in my room, and since Karasu was coming back soon I didn't want to get caught sleeping in his. Hmph. I still have this stupid ring stuck on my finger, I thank whoever for him Karasu not noticing.
He came in with his daughter sleeping on his back. She looks just like him. A mini female version of him. When he noticed that I was sitting on the sofa in the dark living room, he smirked and winked at me.
"It's so good to see you again. I missed you terribly. It makes my heart beat faster to know that you waited up for me."
"No I didn't."
"Yep. Makes my heart beat faster." He grinned and pointed to his back. "This is my pride and joy, Katsu. "
He wagged a finger at me. "No eating her."
"I don't eat children." Let alone little girls.
"I'm going to put her in my room for now, until Claira and Katsu can final
Under the bedUnder the bed is considered by most children a scary and mysterious place that should be avoided at all costs. The objects that falls under the bed are never found again because somehow they were sucked by some "blackhole" that leads those objects who knows where. This "blackhole" could also be also a gateway for the boogey man or some other monster that would appear to those children at night after the lights are out to scare the shit out of them.Under the bed5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When I was a kid, under the bed was my refuge, a place I could go to everytime I was afraid, angry, sad, or when I needed to take a break after a rough day at school (which it was every day, pratically); sometimes I didn't even need a specific reason to be under my bed - I stayed there for hours just to think or because I had nothing better to do.
Under the bed was dark, cozy, relaxing and magical. Once I was down there I created whole new worlds, new characters, stories...I had entire conversations in my head with myself or with the charact
HauntedI gaze around this room. There's never less, never more. The orderly peeks in again, and I pretend to sleep. He makes sure I'm breathing still. These constant incursions would drive me crazy, if I wasn't there already. I can't blame them for checking. I don't want to be here. I don't want...to be. They took everything away from me; everything to cut or gouge or squeeze. All that's left is the pain; the twisting, the wrenching, the empty. That's all that's left of me. "A B C D E F G "Haunted5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't see an end, but I remember how it started. How betrayal and naïveté would leave me here to die, without remorse, or the batting of an eye. I'm seventeen, and I was so far ahead. I exceeded every expectation, blew through hurdles in my wake. I had it all in front of me, a future bright for all to see. Though my daddy said I wasn't his; drew lines throughout my memory. A beautiful boy said he loved me. My knight, my heart, my everything. He promised me eternity. I trusted him with all
About the death......that dare not speak its nameAbout the death...5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
People can (and will) treat you in two ways:
1 - They (mostly your family) will worry about you all the time, not leaving you alone for a second, treating like you're made of glass that can break into a million pieces at any second for numberous of reasons (Let's not say anything bad or sad to her because she may try it again) and they ask you all the time if you're happy and if everything it's ok; when they see you're serious, quiet, contemplative and alone they secretly freak out wondering if you're considering doing it again...
2 - Other people stay away from you as far as they can. They avoid you because they fear you; think you're dangerous somehow (?); or they think whatever you have that led you to it may be contagious...
written in september 25, 2010
My Life StoryMy Story and Struggle with Self-HarmMy Life Story5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
This is a rough subject for me, but it needs to be explained. I feel that a lot of people out there may not understand why I do it because I've never fully explained it properly.
I started self-harming in middle school. I can't remember my exact age or what grade I was in, but I believe it was seventh. It was simple. I ran my blade for shaving across my upper arm. And that was it.
Why I started at that time
I was mercilessly tortured in Middle School. Verbally abused on a daily basis. I was told I was worthless, filthy, a germ, never bathed, no one loved me, my friends all hated me, etc. All these words still stick with me today. And I went through this EVERY SINGLE DAY. For 4 years. From almost everyone in my class, even some of my friends turned their back on me. I was nice to people, particularly girls who were nice to me, and was called a lesbian. I believe the few friends I had turned away from me because of that.
Part of my not being abl
Keep Me AlivePut your hand to my chest.Keep Me Alive5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Please, I need this.
I need you.
I need that one thing that'll make me feel alive.
Make me feel alive again.
I'm dying, darling.
Can't you save me?
Won't you see the undying love I give you?
No matter what, I always will.
I would die for you,
I would kill for you.
Every time I see you talk to someone else,
I feel this burning hate for them.
Doesn't even matter who.
I just do.
I guess I'm possessive,
But how am I possessive over something I don't have?
But that was a long time ago,
I miss that.
Quite a bit.
A lot, actually.
Ok, an enormous amount.
It feels as though I'm being flooded by darkness.
I still dream about you.
Don't look at me like that.
I'm serious, really.
There's this one,
Where you're in this stark black dress,
Your eyes are glistening,
And your skin is almost glowing.
We're in this room void of anything,
You walk up to me,
And brush the hair away from my face.
As I just stand there,
Heart ready to burst,
I wish I could say Good-ByeI wish I could say Good-Bye3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Everyone knows that her death was unfair,
Coming from the one whom most cared,
I never wanted to leave her side,
Now I run with pain to hide,
What is love with this agonizing force?
Since then I've been living in this remorse,
Pain springing from the pass source,
We argued the day before her demise,
It was the sight of ruby tears that I realize
That it was the last glimpse of her breathing,
Followed by days of endless grieving,
How do I deal with this regret?
I hoped that this fate wouldn't been met,
Sorrow spinning in roulette,
I should have covered my eyes so I couldn't see,
Knowing that this sensation isn't me,
Wincing at the substance I did eat,
I began to sweat from pressure and heat,
What will the Thief do by my will?
Yes, ordering the absent me to kill,
Only one task to fulfill,
With golden substance in my hand,
I was bursting with strength that life can't stand,
Justice and balance was out of my vision,
I am sent on an exterminating mission,
Why did I ever ascend?
She never kne
Dead like I.I slid my hand down that same cool, familiar handrail. The handrail I've used through the duration of my entire lifetime. A small divet in the smooth metal two steps from the bottom of the stairs catches on my fingers in a comfortable, familiar way. In a way which reminds you of a place you've lived a thousand consecutive lives in. My boots thud,*clunk--clunk* onto the floorboards of my home. Our home. Some people are soothed and comforted by leading lives which most would consider normal and conventional. They choose paths which may lead to a less filling existence on occasion, but primarilly they lead lives that leave you in a warm cocoon of consistency and predictability. My choice in the matter was pried from my fingers at the tender age of three. I was born into a family of morticians, and for as long as I can remember I have shared this home with the deceased. I don't lead a comfortable predictable life.Dead like I.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Quickly and quietly I slink around the corner, entering the 'living-r
HumonHere we have Humon, a young lady from DenmarkHumon6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Giving us the great comics and pieces of fine art
She draws comics about stereotypes and bisexual psychopaths
Her humor is both bright and dark and she gives us good laughs
It's funny to see Brother Dane in the nature, filled with fear
It's nice to see fellow Finn holding a knife and drinking beer
Then we have the one with the fish, Brother Norway, the most normal guy
Also Brother Sweden, nerd, possible closet-case and also pretty shy
And last but not least, the Brother Iceland, the extreme one
Always so positive and glittering handsome
Then there is Niels, the serial killer and crime lord
With him around you'll never gonna be bored
Having three-way relationship with Duncan and Natalie
Which is pretty unsual stuff to see
But then again, that is the world Humon herself created
We are here just to enjoy her work and being entertained
Humon, we all salute you!
Keep up the good work in the future too!
That's So...That's So...5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When you hear something stupid, or see a silly picture, what is your most common response? "That's so stupid?" "That's really silly?" That's probably not the case. As nice as it would be to live in a world where dumb things were simply dumb, this is not reality. In most cases, when something strikes a person as being different, or odd, or oppositional to their own beliefs, they refer to it as "gay." "Oh my God, that shirt is so gay." "You listen to that band? You're such a fag." The truth is that most people who say these things probably don't realize the strength their words have. It is most commonly believed that about ten percent of the American populous is LGBT. Despite the fact that this community is a minority, they still have the right to stand up and oppose the deliberate misuse of a once-neutral term for homosexuality. In defense of the LGBT community, the Ad Council has brought forth an award-winning series of commercials dealing with the phraseology "That's so gay." The clip
Starry-EyedStarry-Eyed3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairings: Pre-scratch Summix Pre-scratch GHB
Note: Since we don't know GHB's typing quirk I am simply going to write it out normally. And this is in his POV so bluh bluh bluh.
Entry 1: The Beginning of the End
I still believe keeping such a useless journal is pointless by my moirail insists so I will continue to write in order to make him shut up, I would rather write random nonsense than hear another one of his lectures. Half the shit he says is just rambling and another fourth of it is being 'polite' and setting his stupid triggers. Anyways, he said bluh bluh bluh-Oh yes, I recall why I began to write in this piece of trash.
In this time I believe that we are at the end of our tale.
I say this because Meenah has finally moved from that hive of hers and instead decided to build an army. It's an amusing thought but it's obvious that our death has come. I am both very happy for such a thing and somewhat dissappointed. I was hoping for more time to get things do
Equius defies the nude party▲: D --> State your name, species, and b100d colorEquius defies the nude party4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
▼: CONF3SS1ON T1M3.
▼: MY H34RT STOPS WH3N YOU LOOK 4T M3.
▲: D --> Oh, it is you, Pyrope.
▲: D --> ...
▲: D --> This is making me
▲: D --> Sweat
▼: H3H3, H3Y 3QU1US. TH4T W4S 4 M3SS4G3 FROM SOM3ON3 3LS3.
▼: NOT M3.
▲: D --> Was it the highb100d who has sent that message
▲: D --> If it is not I will not be pleased
▲: D --> ...
▲: D --> I do not take interest in such a rustb100d
▼: YOUR SUCH 4 L14R.
▲: D --> What
▼: YOU W3R3 H4V1NG SLOPPY M4K3OUTS W1TH 4 ROBOT TH4T LOOK3D L1K3 H3R.
▲: D --> Err
▼: 4ND W3R3 YOU T4LK1NG ABOUT G4MZ33?
▲: D --> Err...
▼: B3C4US3. H3H. H1S QU4DR4NT H4S B33N F1LL3D.
▲: D --> Wh-where is your proof
▲: D --> I demand proof
▲: D --> Now
▲: D --> Support your claims with evidence this instant Pyrope
▼: YOUR R3D FOR 4R4D14.
I can only Love youinto my flesh, i carveI can only Love you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i love you.
scribbled on my heart, i write
i love you.
burned in my brain, i spark
i love you.
bleached in my veins, i flow
i love you.
and my lips still bleed.
and my heart still beats.
and my mind still thinks.
i love you.
i just.. love you.
i can only...
Title's in the TextA Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste, but a Beautiful Thing to Lose....Title's in the Text5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'll admit. I spend too much time walking while looking at the ground.
Sometimes, I try really hard to perhaps look beyond that; I wanted maybe to see if something really exists below us, as I was told when I was younger. It's a valid query. It's cold nowadays, and maybe I just wanted to go somewhere warmer.
No matter the circumstance, I'm always pensive. In thought. Especially when I'm looking at my feet. I could look elsewhere.
Ahead of me.
There's no time to stop to enjoy that nowadays. What's surrounding me anyways. I'm always terribly busy, and so is everyone else. We're scheduled as human beings, and every minute late is a dollar lost. Besides. Looking up when in thought usually is observed as being nostalgic, or perhaps even being seen caught in a day dream. Both of these things are far from what I spend my time doing while in my grotto of thought.
I don't want you
Dead Man WalkingHe was quite differentDead Man Walking5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than everyone in the
kingdom, no wonder why
the king wanted him dead.
He thought to himself
that death was fitting.
He would no longer
have to undergo the
A blank expression arose
from his face as birds
trailed behind him. They
cawed as if mocking him,
lining the trail to the
guillotine and following
close behind like funeral
A fitting audience he
thought. Filthy street
urchins they were
spreading their gloom with
a drop of their feathers.
The guillotine was just a
head. The executioner never
seemed so happy. The cawing
got louder. It stayed in
rhythm like a beating heart,
never skipping a beat.
The executioner and he
arrived to the square.
His neck was placed
on top of the splintering
wood while a large blade
hung above and a basket
was placed under him.
The crows gathered around
the guillotine and got
louder,still in rhythm,
still like a heart. The
noise was earsplitting
but not to the executioner.
The executioner stared out
The Summoner and The Grand Highblood▼: The Grand Highblood sat perched upon his throne, foot tapping against the dais. Indigo eyes stared out the nearest window in a daze, unfocused. But he was all too aware of his surroundings, any sudden noise causing him to jump and turn his head to try to find the source. His paranoia had heightened as of late, making him much more deadly and more prone to attack. A soft growl raised from his chest as a sound caught his ear. It was faint. The Highblood???s ears flicked towards the noise. ???What do you motherfucking want???? He grumbled.The Summoner and The Grand Highblood3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
▲: ((omg.... this is the first time i've ever ran into the Grand Highblood on here.... 'cause i usually RP as him. XD Is there anyone you'd prefer for this?))
▼: ((hahaha. Uh, whoever? -slow shrug-))
▲: ((alrighty~... just gimme a sec to reply then. ))
▼: ((knock yourself off babe))
▲: "I just wish to have a conversation with the infamous leader of the subjugglators." Came the all to arrogant reply from The Summone