Talent Mastery.Talent Mastery3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Acherus was for the most part a quiet place when initiates weren't being tested, but today it was quieter than quiet. Thassarian handed the reports on Eastern Kingdoms to Darion, then asked, "Where is everyone?"
Darion, reading, said absently, "By 'everyone' I assume you mean Deathweaver. I sent him with Bloodbane on a scouting mission."
"Just the two of them?"
Darion looked up from the report. "You have a problem with that?"
"They ... don't get along." An understatement. Orbaz, the self-styled Hand of Suffering who usually displayed rabid eld hatred at every opportunity, was especially livid that Koltira had been allowed in the Lich King's service.
"We're not here to get along," Darion rumbled. "We're here to do Arthas' will." He resumed reading. "I told them to work out their differences. There's work to be done." It was clear that the discussion was over.
Not that Thassarian was worried: Koltira could take care of himself, a fact that the elf tended to point out with explosive e
Dear Sir[Lights up on CLAUDE. He's holding a letter, standing.]Dear Sir5 years ago in Drama More Like This
We regret to inform you
That your (that place with cream walls and dog hair where warm nights are cracked by
ceilings let you sink into plaid cushions and listen
where there's smokethere's definitely a youwhere there's smoke6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and there's certainly a me
but there will never be an us,
no matter how many dandelions i obliterate
or how many shooting stars you knock from the sky,
we were not, nor will we ever be, meant for each other.
[the alphabet didn't put u and i together for a reason.]
we're like cigarettes and gasoline;
we're fine on our own
but we should never, ever touch
because the blast would scorch everyone,
including the starter and accellerant.
[especially the starter and accelerant.]
your arm always just stopped short of my wrist,
so you always had to bend to hold hands
and even though i walk on my toes like your little ballerina
i could never quite get our fingers to intertwine carelessly.
but my lips were made for yours wasn't fate;
it was a careless factory worker hurrying with his snowflakes
because no lips are ever alike, not even for another's.
[your mistake was thinking fate had anything to do with you and i.]
if we were romeo and juliet,
i would still have en
Plant Pony (Species Ref)Plant Pony (Species Ref)1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Plant Ponies, originally named Piranha Plant Ponies, are a species of ponies that lack a proper tail. Instead, they share a symbiotic relation with a plant that grows in its place.
They are exclusively Earth Pony.
An equal balance of males and females.They are two separate individuals, they cannot read each other's thoughtsHowever, mutual understanding is usually obtainedThere is some sort of mental sync (like twins)There is a complicated nervous system and signals shared between Pony and Plant. This is usually for the pony to move the plant how they wish. However, this is merely a suggestion and can very greatly between how intelligent the Pony is over the Plant, and how strong the will of the Plant is vs the Pony's.
Physical Features (Pony)
The host Pony tends to have the same physical fe
Ruby Heart UMVC3 MovesetRuby Heart UMVC3 Moveset3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Game Series: Marvel vs. Capcom/Darkstalkers
First Appearance: Marvel vs. Capcom 2 (2000)
Voice Actress: Brina Palencia
Health: 925,000 HP Points
Energy Projection: 4
Fighting Ability: 5
When the camps of Marvel and Capcom characters were fighting their battles amongst each other, a villain named Abyss emerged and began attacking and destroying life on the planet. Ruby Heart, the captain of a magical flying ship, learns of Abyss' power and plans and goes to the camps, speaking to both sides and telling them of the threat. The heroes and villains then agree to join forces and defeat Abyss and save the world from decay.
Assist Alpha: Schwazaille (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Mille Fantomes
Assist Beta: Sublimation (Shot, Up)
Assist HC: Mille Fantomes
Assist Gamma: Orb of Power (Extra, Instant)
Assist HC: Mille Fantomes
A Perished Love.A Perished Love.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If love was exchangable,
I would do so with your love
in a second without
h e s i t a t i o n .
Who would want such a
false sense of admiration,
you breathe into my ears.
But now I wonder,
can you love, do you have it
inside of you to do so?
Or maybe your heart
has shriveled and perished
Never to be touched by
any soul again.
Perhaps it is isolation
you seek since you are
So high up
in your kingdom.
Then it shall be
s o l i t u d e
that befriends you
in this god forsaken world.
For I have given up
on this love
that perhaps never was
or ever happened.
FuelHorace Windsor stood bundled and shivering against the passenger door of his sleek black Rolls Royce. A cigarette was clenched between his bluish fingers. He exhaled, a shaky stream of frozen breath and toxic smoke hissing from his teeth. Christ, it was cold.Fuel6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on, come on," he chattered as the ancient gas pump chugged at a painstakingly slow pace. The numbers on the meter showed little progress. If not for his damned wife, he could have just stayed in the car. Four days of tedious corporate meetings and he was expected to make the three hour journey home without a single cigarette? "It will ruin the interior, Horace," she had scolded, "We only just bought the car last month." On any other day, he would have rebelled, but he didn't feel like putting up with her nagging after returning home from such a long week. He just wanted to get home and sleep in his own bed. The hotel had had an
Little FootholdsLittle FootholdsLittle Footholds5 years ago in Open More Like This
I write my words in pen
- in pretty colors to illuminate my emotions.
with hope that they won't disappear.
- like wisps of smoke blow away by a simple wind.
I spend my life with consciousness
- never to stop thinking.
in constant, cold retreat.
- hiding my thoughts in this thinned book.
So much time spent 'elsewhere'
-I just found the book again today.
hardly any time spent 'here'
-I had to smile at the memories written within.
Without these little footholds
-It's good to remember
I would only have defeat.
-to appreciate what I still have
100 yearsThe boy stepped out the door into the falling snow with a sigh of discontent. There had been a lot on his mind lately, and his runaway sibling hadn't made it any better. It was Ivan's 15th birthday, but he didn't care. He had only remembered when his sisters and remaining brother, Toris, woke him to a cake decorated with sunflower pattern frosting. It had lifted the cold from his spirits, for a while at least. But he was back out in the snow now, slush pulling down his shoes, and his mood. Steam puffed into the cold air as he slowly made his way to the bus stop with Toris trailing slightly behind, the younger's longish brown hair providing his ears protection from the biting cold as he face-planted.100 years4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ivan smiled despite himself and helped the Lithuanian to his feet."Are you alright?" The boy nodded and smiled brightly. "I'm fine, Iva." Ivan half smiled at the old pet name. No one really used it anyone, Raivis had applied it once in a desperate attempt to avoid Ivan's fury. At the though
Orianna LoL Fanfic Looking Inside Episode 2Orianna LoL Fanfic Looking Inside Episode 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Who are you? - Orianna's voice was that of a robot, sloppy arrangements of technological sounds that tried to mimic that of a human.
-My daughter Orianna, my name is Corin Reveck and I am your father.(...)
(...) The ball, her companion, her protector, her pet, was always there when she needed it, ever since the day her father gave it to her as her first birthday present.
-Orianna! Where are you my dear? - Corin came up to her room. The room was spectacular, it was a round shape room, with a beautiful wallpaper with a ballet theme, the floor was no exception, it was a beautiful pastel color marble tiles that made the perfect match with the wall papers. On the walls there were a
InuYasha's Daughter-Chapter 12Yukio knelt beside the running water, peering down to his reflection. Sunlight beat down on his head, heating his shaggy black strands that rested upon his head. His muscular sand coloured body was bathed in afternoon light as well as he crouched down before the water. He gently reached forward and dipped his long index talon in the liquid and felt the coolness travel up his finger. Inhaling deeply, he continued glaring down to his reflection, pondering deeply. Suddenly, he was pushed into the water by two pairs of hands forced roughly against his back near where his wings sprouted from. His entire body thrust into the water and his whole body was gobbled up by the cool temperatures of the water. He forced his way up half out of the water so that only his chest up was visible and threw back his drenched locks of hair in an unamused manner. There stood the two culprits: Yumi and Kaede, practically gagging on their thunderous laughs.InuYasha's Daughter-Chapter 129 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Intrigued with the female body–as usual–Y
Orianna LoL Fanfic Looking Inside Episode 1Orianna LoL Fanfic Looking Inside Episode 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Welcome to Summoner's Rift
The vision was clear, Orianna was in the summoner platform, a circular stone base, with arcane symbols underneath her feet and stone steps down that led the way into the field. The sky had a few clouds and the breeze that came from the woods surrounding the battlefield contained something magical within, after all, the field was built in a place where the magical forces had more strength, and where magical battles of untold proportions where fought during the previous Runewars. Turning her head left, she could observe at close range there was the shop keeper, ready to serve the champions of the league, a small being, with an abundant yellowish beard that could almost touch the ground, and in its back, a tiny bag filled with equipment that seemed to be falling from it. It was curious to some of them, having participated in both sides of the battlefield, how the shop keepers looked identical, perhaps twin brothers. Following the sight to the right down the step
The visit of Number 9The visit of Number 98 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At last scattered stars above begin to pale and fade. The eastern horizon was definitely brighter now, smearing rose within the soft gray above the mountains range just outside of LazyTown. For just a moment everything around is like a child with a new watercolor set. The clouds, having hung low all night, rise up to take on these cheery pastels and shimmer like theyre truly spun from silver.
The birds notice and stir in their nests. Theyre doing scales, preparing for a day of song. Little things in the grass begin to scamper and greet the morning in their own particular ways.
But whatever could that sound be?
(The visit of Number 9)
By Shinju Tetsuya
Hmmm? What was that?
As the new rays of the dawn finally steal through her window, Stephanie stretches underneath her covers and yawns. Theres a good chance that the peculiar sound that had awoken her sudden
I CannotI cannot think in a straight lineI Cannot6 years ago in Open More Like This
but why bother when there are swirls and whorls and starbursts to distract me?
I cannot think a full sentence
because my pool of words is always bubbling over.
I cannot think in words
when ideas are so much prettier.
I cannot think in folders and categories
when each individual something is so strikingly different from every other one.
I cannot think around corners
because I cannot see the walls, I walk right through them.
I cannot think only light thoughts
because there's a short in the lightswitch.
I cannot think outside the box
because I cannot find the box.
And that suits me just fine.
EgomaniacDear EgomaniacEgomaniac5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You consider yourself superior to all those that surround you
Your undeserved ego rises beyond any possibility of calculation
You feed your pride by demeaning others
To tear them down with your spitefulness
Is psychological masturbation for you.
You claim to possess intelligence
But let me tell you something
Memorising a textbook and then vocalising information
Does not make you intelligent
It only shows your lack of knowledge on all that is truly significant
Quoting facts that were not discovered by yourself
Shows that you can only utilise other peoples knowledge
Not your own.
True wisdom comes from real life experiences
And what you learn from them
A book will never teach you
What life teaches you
No person can ever teach you
What you learn for yourself
You can only learn from what you witness with own your eyes
All else is passed-on information.
That voice you so passionately use
To convey your intelligence
To prove your superiority
Castle BleckDisturbing- that was a fitting word for the place.Castle Bleck5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The castle affected the mind and soul not so much like a nightmare, as like waking up to a cold reality from a golden dream. It was like being plunged into ice, like having the wind knocked out of you, like witnessing death. To look upon this castle was a shock straight to the heart.
The sheer size of the bastion was intimidating, but the strikingly terrible aspect was its absolute lack of color. There was none whatsoever, not even the faintest hint of some muted hue hidden in the pure darkness of its walls. Its doors and intricate windows were outlined in a glowing white, which stood out in stark contrast to the black of its ramparts. The citadel existed in only these two extremes of value; the whitest of white and the blackest of black, with no room for grey in between. Even the flames within burned a pure white, casting undiluted light upon the halls.
Only in the highest reaches of the castle did any color remain. There in the stain
Attached Ch2:First ImpressionsAttached Ch2:First Impressions6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A sound awoke Zelda from her sleep several hours later. Someone was opening the door. A tall blond woman walked in carrying a duffel bag in one hand and a suede leather jacket draped over one shoulder. She wore blue shorts and a matching sleeveless top.
"Oh, I didn't think anyone else was going to be here," said Zelda sitting up in bed rubbing her eyes.
"I'll go sleep in my ship if it's a problem," the woman replied.
"Oh no, it's no problem. I just thought ." the woman walked into the room ignoring her.
"Umm... You are Samus, are you not?"
"That's right," Samus said flatly, walking over to the bed on the other side of the room opposite Zelda's. She dropped her bag and jacket on the floor next to the bed.
"Pleased to meet you, my name is Zelda. I'm fairly new here and... I..." Samus, still ignoring her, marched off to the bathroom. Zelda thought that something obviously must be bothering her, though she didn't seem angry. It was... something else. Zelda could hear the shower runnin
Through the Eyes of a WolfThrough the Eyes of a Wolf5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're scared, I see.
Why, I ask, can't you just leave me be?
Freightened and hunted, we run.
Shot at by many a' gun.
Let's try this excersice.
Let's see what you see through my eyes.
Do you see it?
The reason for our nightly cries.
The pain of our losses...
The sting of our goodbyes?
The end of our existence is near.
You don't understand, so you choose to fear.
Now, tell me how it feels, my dear,
To lose the ones you hold so dear.
When you look at us through your eyes,
It's terrible that you don't even realize
The pain you've caused or
The severity of how we've been wronged.
It's such an abomination!
It's no wonder we fear your nation!
Humanity is not at all humane
When you satisify your needs through others' pain.
All your fears you make us symbolize
Until we're everything you despise.
Tell me now, without your lies.
Can you see what we see
Through our eyes?
PitA: The Dark-Lost ChapterAuthor's Notes: Normally here on DA I wouldn't put my notes IN the fic like I do at fanfiction dot net... but I feel as though I need to set a warning on this little one-shot continuation of "Pain in the Axel".... you see, first of all, you will have had to read all of Pain in the Axel to get this one... I mention little things that you normally wouldn't get unless you've read it... and then there's the other thing, I don't call this the Lost Dark chapter for nothing... it's dark. sad. very much unlike the comedy you find in the rest of the story. Infact I nearly desided to scrap this and forget about it. But when I sit in the dark, I think about this one a lot, and I still love it in a way, even though it's not comedy... so I hope you can still like it... you can take it as part of PitA or say meh forget this chapter...PitA: The Dark-Lost Chapter8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
and do please look forward to the Sequel, it will be filled with comedy just like the rest, but until then I give you this.
Autumn MythsThe seasons formAutumn Myths3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a marriage of opposites. Two
exalted lights meet, both searching
a sky devoid of allegiance. It reads
like a prelude to creation.
Not cumulus, not stratus or cirrus: instead the
mists lie on gravel-throated greens, entirely indistinct.
We pass with caution through divine riot, knowing
very little except of the carrion: the treetops who
snatch celestial glory, gilt earth with futile pride.
They hope for a metamorphisis of old habits but
instead find fortunes are fleeting- goblin gold,
lifting with the skies as they fill with hoarse gloom.
We gathered some, plucked them from
the air for souveniers. Counted the decay
in seasons, the most innocent of capitalists.
Water is born to the newly naked world. Only
evergreens announce the new heaviness of life
as it falls around us. Synchronously, somewhere
beneath: fire is a constant candle. A shrine,
the chimney stands peerless clothed in whites.
Scarves fall from her swan neck, or feathers. Each
InuYasha's Daughter-Chapter 11The soft humming of the upbeat song she had created herself flowed on the wind as her steps echoed through the crisp night air. With every light-hearted step she took, it seemed to have a sharp twist that seemed almost rhythmic with her created song. Her fiery, pin-straight hair seemed to sway as she continued forth through the field of long blades of grass. Her sword knocked against her side as a cool wind blew by. She stopped in her tracks as she noticed the dog demon standing a couple of feet away from her. She cocked a brow as she looked him over suspiciously.InuYasha's Daughter-Chapter 119 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Sesshoumaru? Is that you?" She asked cautiously.
He smirked and nodded. With this, she rushed into his grasp and they embraced lovingly under the pale moonlight. Suddenly a child's laughter shook her mind.
Hari shot up from her futon and began to rub her head while smacking her lips together. She glanced over to her side to see a small child standing there with a large grin. She smirked and asked the child who
Joel is Having a Bad Day(And He Really Needs A Smoke)Joel is Having a Bad Day5 years ago in Drama More Like This
JOEL, male, mid-twenties
BILLY, female, late teens to early twenties
Lights up on JOEL and BILLY, who are sitting outside on the back porch. The three or four chairs are mismatched and seem to have been salvaged from the reject pile of a Salvation Army store. A wooden coffee table hails from an indiscernible decade and holds a glass ashtray with dozens of cigarette butts sticking out of it. JOEL is smoking, trying to ignore BILLY.BILLY
You know, you really shouldn't; I heard somewhere that those things can make your teeth turn to mush and your fingers grow all bendy and twisted. One of my "friends"she used to smoke a lot, too, and now her voice is so raspy and gritty we call her "Louie." As in Armstrong. The "Beautiful World" guy? Hello, earth to Joel. Come in, Joel. Your lungs are
I said, shove off.
the art ofit was too late;the art of4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
far too late,
by the time my gaze found his
across the dim and drunken
tangle of a scene.
his eyes were dark, the color
of burning wood and
dust in a foreign country, the
kind of eyes my mother taught
me to fear, and rightly so;
i could already feel his
handprints welling in a
malady of black and
five-o-clock blue just
beneath my skin, bruises
deeper than bone
as i pushed my way
The Spider and the SpecterThe Spider and the Specter2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rain poured down, pounding against the earth in a barrage of needle sharp attacks, that, despite the harmless look, would likely be acidic and painful should it ever touch the flesh. It was dark, shrouded in mist and a thick feeling of uneasiness, like every day in the Shadow Isle. The trees glowed a faint blue, like electricity that was dulled, flowing through the branches and providing some sort of light. In the distance, the soft howling and wailing of souls who were being taken in by death echoed through the trees. It was a sound that the ears grew accustomed to after so long. Living here, it became a comforting sound, as if a reminder that the world was in tact. It was there, in that place of darkness and hollow cries of despair, shrouded in thick fog, that the Queen of Spiders called home.
Elise breathed in deeply, the scent, which could not be described by words captured in the English language, was like a glowing blue aura, that flowed through her body and gave her life. It was