Bleach Mary Sue Litmus TestNOTE! The following contains a large amount of sarcasm. Proceed at your own risk.Bleach Mary Sue Litmus Test7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*Chapter I: What's in a Name?*
1. Is your character named after you? (This includes nicknames and online handles) (+5)
2. Is their name unusual compared to the other characters in the series? (Keep in mind that the setting is in Japan, so they should have a Japanese name) (Unless, of course, they are an Arrancar, in which case they're name should probably be Spanish) (+1)
a. Is it American? (+1)
b. Is it something you made up? (+1)
c. Is it a noun that is not normally used as a name? (+1)
d. Is it a variation or unusual spelling of a normal name? (+1)
3. Does your character have multiple names? (Example: Mary Sparklepuff Krystal Pastrami Sue) (+1 for each name)
4. Is your character's name otherwise specific to a particular fandom? (Such as Naruto or Ryuk.) (+1) (+1 more if it's from Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy, or the name of a canon Bleach character.)
5. Does their name describe the chara
Corrupted-Core - The IntroCorrupted-core:Corrupted-Core - The Intro7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
opening act: fateful mystery
1200 hours - Midnight - Core-up Mansion
The black iron gates of the mansion's outer walls creaked closed as the two tall gentleman and the pale black clad woman passed through them. To the two gentleman, an ominous sense of gloom and ill fate loomed over them while the girl smiled calmly up the path of the hill towards Core-up mansion.
"This is the place." Rin ssaid nochalantly when they appraoched the main doors. "My mother and father used to bring me here ever since I was a little girl." She added cluthing hold of her stuffed toy. It struck a remarkable resemblance to the man on her left, Cold. He himself was blushing faintly,as he had been the entire trip beside this beautiful woman. "Y-Yes, fascinating. I'm certain the mayor will have answers as to where your parents were likely to be before they were murdered." The inspector said to her. "I'm not so sure he will..." The giant o
The Flowers : Little! England x Little! ReaderP.S : Guys, this is my first time writing a literature in English! Mein Gott, please forgive me about my bad grammar! Many of this had a wrong spelling grammar and I am so sorry!! Hope you can understand without grammar also forgive me if this story is suck!The Flowers : Little! England x Little! Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Th-thanks... A-actually, you didn't have to do this, ______"
The wind blowing so hard, flying some of the petals which are very colorful. You captured the petals flying nearby and observing that petal, what type of flower for a moment, but you couldn't. You are not into plants, so you didn't know many types of the flowers.
_______ stepped to a giant flower garden, there a lot of the types of flowers that she didn't know. You sighing, at least these gardens can please you a bit.
This is your first visit to England, you forced to go here, leaving you friends in your country because your father told you to. If you said you didn't want to go with him, it's mean th
EnglandxDepressed!Reader- The Thing About goodbyesEnglandxDepressed!Reader- The Thing About goodbyes3 years ago in Romance More Like This
(warning: this story is not happy at the beginning. There is attempted suicide and depression. If you aren't comfortable with it i suggest you don't read.)
The thing about goodbyes is...
Bright sunlight streamed through the window of the small white room. The curtains blew in the small breeze but you could be bothered with none of that. You stared aimlessly at the white walls.
Some of the paint happened to be peeling in the corner and you had the sudden urge to pick at it, to help it fall. But you couldn't do that, no they would probably just keep you here longer for destruction of property.
They wouldn't see such a thing as you helping the paint achieve its goal, they never understood how you thought. All the doctors thought of you was that you were a reclusive girl who had tried to off herself.
They wouldn't listen to your reasons, nor did they actually try to help you get over those reasons. They just let you sit in a room locked in with your thoughts. That's right you
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
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
Unison #4: A Fresh PerspectiveUnison #4: A Fresh Perspective2 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
FFW Lancer - desc and statsLancer Vlad TepesFFW Lancer - desc and stats7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Better known as Vlad III the Impaler, or even better as Dracula, Vlad Tepes was a prince of a province in Romania when he was alive. He was known as the Impaler because he punished his enemies and breakers of the law by impaling their heads on wooden pikes that he placed outside his castle. He was actually a well-liked prince by the people, even though they feared him a little. Even so he was eventually betrayed by some of closer guardians and advisors and was killed. It is said that he made a deal with the Devil to come back the world, doomed to wander without a soul or true life forever. Vlad has long black hair and black eyes, and he dresses like a Romanian nobleman in blood-red clothing.
Independent Action Rank: A+
This is the capacity of Servants to subsist without a Master. Vlad does not require mana to be supplied to him by his Master to preserve his existence on th
Two Lads in DangrabahTwo Lads in DangrabahTwo Lads in Dangrabah3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Story by Dylan Carbonell
Dylan Carbonell & Darren Heideman
Song Lyrics by
[We pan across a Middle Eastern city, as people are seen milling about and doing their daily tasks. As people go to and fro, we suddenly see you individuals seated. They are the narrators.]
Narrator #1: Greetings, travelers, and welcome to the ivory city of Dangrabah, capital of the Tri-Desert Area.
Narrator #2: A city of mystique, of fabulous tales.
Narrator #1: Where the seemingly ordinary is actually the most extraordinary. Take this for example. (pulls out a simple bottle) It looks like just a bottle, right? Well, what if we told you that something as average looking as this was in fact the center of a fantastic story?
Narrator #2: One of amazing characters, surprising plot twists, and a rousing musical number? It all started not so long ago with a very ambitious vizier and his quest for power...
[Doofenshmirtz is in his secret sorcery chamber using a mouse on
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
Three Billy Goats GruffGoats outwit a troll.Three Billy Goats Gruff2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Slender manSlender man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slender man, oh slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Keeper of night, taker of day.
The Slender man awaits.
His tendrils slip,
His fingers drip,
He takes the life of whom he likes,
And disappears before the light.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Your fear will only feed him,
As he comes for you children,
Stalking, testing, waiting.
The Slender man will come for you,
Just wait and see.
He'll slip into your room tonight.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Oh there he is,
Hiding in the darkness,
Go look and see.
Fall asleep, he won't hurt you.
(Hush that was a lie)
Sleep tight tonight,
Have dreams so bright,
For the Slender man comes,
To end your life.
Birth Of StitchesBirth Of Stitches7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Birth of Stitches
The tale begins with two beings of distant realms encompassed in darkness and evil. The leaders of Hell and Geist decided on a punishment fit for their two greatest warriors that committed acts of high treason and betrayal. The two would become the unwilling sacrifice for the treaty and alliance. A long heated war would finally come to rest, and together they would carry out their siege on the gates of Heaven.
The legendary arch-general of hell's army, Jackal was to be stripped of his rank from contamination with a divine one, and receiving free will. As if his act of heresy wasn't bad enough, he then returned to hell to slay the devil's son. Around the same time the phantom knight Deity committed an act similar to that of his nemesis Jackal. When a new leader was appointed to take the throne of his former master's sector. Deity refused to show loyalty and obey orders. Demanding a duel to decide which would be better fit for the throne. Th
England x Reader: Once Upon A TimeYou smiled as you saw dirty blond shaggy hair with bushy browed [your eye color] eyes happily tucking himself in bed. Just as you were about to kiss him good night and turn off the light, the little boy tugged on your sleeve.England x Reader: Once Upon A Time3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mama " he looked at you shyly.
"Yes, Cody?" you asked sweetly sitting down on the side of his bed.
"C-Can you read me a bedtime story?" He asked cutely looking at you with puppy eyes.
Before you could reply, you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist.
"I think I'd like to hear a bedtime story as well. After all, your mother tells the best bedtime stories." Your husband Arthur said, discreetly giving you a peck in the cheek.
"Alright, Cody." You agreed as you saw him smile. "Why don't you choose one of the books from the bookcase." You continued, as you pointed towards your son's vast bookcase that contained more than his bedtime stories as Arthur and yourself needed more space for your own books.
"Okay!" He replied, while he jumped off the bed and ra
FFW Archer - desc and statsArcher ArjunFFW Archer - desc and stats7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Arjun is a heroic spirit from India called The Peerless Archer. He is the son of Indra, god of devas, and a mortal woman. He was once asked what his ten names were to prove his identity. Along with Arjun, he was called Phalgun, Jishnu, Kiriti, Shwethavahana, Vibhatsu, Vijaya, Parth, Savyasachi, and Dhananjaya. His friend and brother-in-law was Sri Krishna, and he spoke to the god Shiva before going to war against some of his family members. He was known to be very loyal, trustworthy, well-rounded, well-built, and well-liked. He is a young Indian man with silver eyes and black hair. He wears pure, white pants and a colorful vest.
Clairvoyance Rank: B
Arjun once saw a creature that was feeding in the dark as well as though it were light. He then realized that if he trained his eyes in the dark he would become much better at archery, and for this he was given the name Gudakesha. H
Police!JapanxReaderxChild!AmericaPolice!JapanxReaderxChild!America3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Looking around the streets a bit in panic, you saw no sight of the dirty-blond boy. 'Shit! If Artie finds out I lost his son...I'm so screwed!' Looking around in the crowd of people, you hoped to see the little blond boy anywhere.
You see, over break from school, you decided to visit a town in Japan which you had friends located at. Arthur, your British friend, found out about it along with his little son who insisted on taking you both there. Unable to deny the company, you invited them to come along.
Earlier that day, Arthur took ill and all of you had to cancel your plans. Alfred, his son, was completely destroyed and went to him room in a heap of tears. In an attempt to make him feel better, you asked Arthur if you could bring him out for a bit.
Arthur agreed with the one condition that you bring back Alfred without a hair missing on his head. Or else. And now, you were down one Alfred. In a foreign country. All by himself.
Feeling more pan
AustriaxReader Moonlight SonataAustriaxReaderAustriaxReader Moonlight Sonata4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
You had always loved music. Not the kind that people commonly listen to, but classical music. It had always been your safe haven, no matter what you were feeling. When you were angry, Ride of the Valkyries composed by Richard Wagner would do, no matter how silly the title sounded. When you were sad, Lacrimosa composed by Mozart was your music of choice, but when all other music failed to make an impact on your mood, one piece of music could always be counted on.
Moonlight Sonata composed by Ludwig van Beethoven was your favorite piece of classical music without a doubt. The beautiful piano piece always sent a chill down your spine, and so as you sat in the Musikverein, one of the most prestigious and world renewed Austrian music venues, you couldn't help but let the beautiful piece of music wash over you. It took four years and countless hours of work to even be allowed inside the building. Sadly, the only way you could get into the show was by working as a stage hand fo
The Woman, Part 2The Woman, Part 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
When she heard the tone, she thought she would die there and then anyways. A tear gently rolling down her cheek. His voice. His eyes. It was the ultimate test.
Affection? Love? Longing?
She didn't know. She doubted that she would ever know, when it came to him. Maybe
All Irene Adler knew was that he was the most intriguing man she had ever met.
It had been a long time since she had let herself feel so deeply, and it had come back to haunt her this time. So much had been lost, and yet
She had gained something irreplaceable in him. Something thrilling. Something deep.
Affectionate. Dare she even say loving?
He had been curiously, if not expected silent in their flight from terrorist cell in Karachi. They had left Pakistan as soon as they could, via boat, and he hadn't even told her where they were going, though she was sure that she could imagine.
At the moment, she was trying to discover how he knew she was to be beheaded. Of co
WhyWhy4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There's a saying that says that sometimes people don't reach out when they're hurting, that they cut themselves off, because they want to see who cares enough to tear down the walls and sweep them up into a hug that makes everything wrong just crumble away and makes everything right come from those arms. This is why people cut themselves off. They're challenging the world to show them they care. So what happens when nobody comes? When nobody can come? The despair closes in and you wonder why, God? Why when you say you love me, when you say you are my father and my husband and my lover and rock and protector and everything those arms represent, why don't you chase me?
He didn't stand at your window with a song, the warm night air ruffling his hair and his eyes directed up towards you, and only you.
He didn't write you a letter, telling you how much he loves you and how he can't stop thinking about you.
He didn't sweep you off your feet and carry you when you couldn't take another step.
Finding Cinderella: Punk!EnglandXReader"Don't worry. The only person that's going to be in your bed tonight is you," Gilbert assured.Finding Cinderella: Punk!EnglandXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
And then after a small chuckle, he smiled mischievously. You glowered at him darkly. Every time he smiled like that it always bode ill for you. Hadn't you learned yet not to trust him? You should have just have gone to the other bar with Elizaveta but no You had to go and spend more time with your friends from college. Your cursed morality of keeping your friends close was really starting to lash back at you. You should have just have gone to the other bar. This was a mistake. Gilbert, Francis and Antonio loved teasing you as much as they possibly could. It was almost like a game for them. It annoyed you to no end.
"And maybe Antonio."
"That was one time!" you cried.
You hadn't done anything either. You had gone to alone bed that night. Francis and Gilbert thought it would be funny to put a drunk Antonio in your bed. They thought your reaction to finding the Spaniard in your bed hilario