Inuyasha meets Vampire Knight3Zero was slumped in the corner of the bathroom, panting hard. He started when he saw he wasn't alone.Inuyasha meets Vampire Knight39 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Get...back..." he managed to choke out.
Then he rose. His eyes were glowing bright-red. Fangs slid into view as he grinned.
"Kurai," Akuru muttered. "Now would be a good time to raise a barrier....."
"Working on it," Kurai answered, clapping her hands together. A red barrier appeared just as he lunged towards them. Then he bounced off.
A golden ball of holy energy appeared between Akuru's palms, just powerful enough to knock him out.
"You can't hurt him!!!" Kurai screamed and hurled at her a weak fireball, causing Akuru to fall.
"Okay, maybe I should hurt you instead,"Akuru growled as she picked herself up. "Why can't I hurt him, anyway?!?"
"'Cos....'cos.... he's just TOO CUTE!!!"
Akuru fell on the ground again.
"Oh fine," she grunted. "You deal with him. And what about Inuyasha?"
"Okay...." Akuru muttered. This was the worst crush Kurai had ever had.
Birds in the Storm“…Mum?”Birds in the Storm2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere in the darkness a candle coughed and flickered to life—the power was out again, and even if it hadn’t been electric lights weren’t allowed due to the recent rash of bombings. Lillian Grey cradled the little flame with a cupped hand to keep it from going out as she picked her way to a room down the hall. Once there she found a small, tearfully frightened face peeping out from under the shelter of a bedspread. Something that wasn’t thunder rumbled in the distance and the face abruptly disappeared behind the safety of the covers. Somewhere nearby a mechanical banshee began to wail.
“They’re back, mum.” mumbled a snuffling voice.
Lillian carefully set the candle on the bedside table where it wouldn’t spill over and moved to sit on the bed, carefully peeling back the blankets to reveal the little boy who promptly clung to her. “I know, love. They woke me u
Just The Way You Are A blanket of snow met Viximon as she made her way outside the dorms. It had taken her a lot of effort to get this far, especially opening the various doors in the way, but she had her reasons. She was in the process of leaving for the Digital world without her partner, a decision she had made early that morning when she woke up beside him. She’d slept beside him the previous night like she had since their ordeal with the black cloud, but this morning had been… different. She’d been in a bit of a slump ever since their fight the previous day, and her long-awaited Digivolution to the Champion level. Except when it had happened, her Champion form wasn’t what anyone had been expecting. She and Greg had been going around for months explaining how she would digivolve to Kyuubimon, but they’d been wrong, and she felt embarrassed by that fact. Instead of the large yelloJust The Way You Are3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let Happy Digimon LieLet Happy Digimon Lie4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The box said to put the popcorn in for two to four minutes. It never specified that putting it in for two minutes meant it didn't pop at all, and putting it in for four mean it came out like charcoal, stinking out the entire apartment, and halting, rather impressively, the plans Eva and Tom had for the evening.
It was the first time, in days, there hadn't been a Digimon attack, and the first time in days neither of them had been exhausted and wanted to go to bed early, or had already made plans to do something. They had kept the evening free. Eva finished work early, and Tom completed the errands he needed to do, and he was able to pick her up from the bakery.
They'd rented a couple of movies that hadn't been able to see yet, and Tom bought a couple of packets of 'do-it-yourself' popcorn. One had already been demolished by Irbimon and Poemon, and the other Tom had left in Eva's care while he'd set up the DVD. It had filled the apartment with the smell of burning, and Eva's face had fal
Kila-T-EKila-T-E4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Digimon: MiniDramon (Grey) (She's fan made)
Personality: She doesn't like to stand out and is very shy. Is very kind when you get to know her. She doesn't complain much when she's referred to as a male, in fact she rarely even point the mistake.
Description: Grey-light purple scaled skin that covers her whole body. Dinosaur/Dragon like head covered by a metallic helmet resembling GigaDramon's. Darker purple short hair can be seen coming out from the back of the helmet. She has mechanical/metal wings, again resembling GigaDramon but smaller scaled. She has only 2 fingers per hands(2 hands only) and those fingers are metallic like the helmet and wings, in fact the fingers are the missiles launched during her Dark Side Missile attack. They regrow shortly after the attack.
Basically she's more or less a rookie miniature version of GigaDramon. Shares the same colour palette as it and it's lack of feet. She has a long tail. She has Yellow eyes with a tin pupil.
A World Without Circuits, pt. IChapter IA World Without Circuits, pt. I3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It's not like she had another choice. She had to run through the field, eyes almost blinded by the dark fog, and fight her way through. She had to save the Astra and the rest of the Digimon tamers, or else it would be the end. Yes, fight for herself, for him, for her friends. Everybody else was so courageous, fending off the fog even though they were surely frightened about how much harm could come to them or the others. So why was she so hesitant? Adrenaline rushed through her veins, and right now, she could not quit. It was her destiny from the moment that Digi-Egg had popped out of her computer screen, she was bound to a life of happiness and tragedy.
But Greg and Viximon, they were still back there. Would they be okay? She wanted to return to Greg and hug him, even if just for a moment. Not even an hour or so ago, she had kissed him and been happy. But now here they were, split from one another until the fight ended.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she look
From the Desk of Captain Madigan S. SterlingProject: A-1 Prototype “Koschey”From the Desk of Captain Madigan S. Sterling2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Test no. 3320b
Re: New Items
First Item: Nature of Souls in A-1
It has come to our attention through a series of tests that the souls comprising the created A-1 Prototype (henceforth referred to as “Koschey”) are not, as was previously thought, fused into one entity. They retain their individuality, though they are not strong enough to break free. They also retain limited memories of their previous lives, though their only memories seem to consist of how they died. These souls individually desire to leave the collective. If the Cossack is not killed and the rock is not sealed soon, then it is possible that souls will begin to escape.
Second Item: New Arrivals
We have recently come into the possession of a number of animals reclaimed from the Rogue encampments. Some of them are very young, and one exhibits an odd colouration. We believe this may be caused by unusual gene pattern. It is encouraged that we ex
Blessed and CursedI am blessedBlessed and Cursed5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For I can see
Straight through someone's disguise
I am cursed
For I can't seem
To make them feel all right
I am blessed
For I can hear
Their silent pleas and cries
I am cursed
For I can't clear
The clouds in their dark skies
I am blessed
For I can feel
Their emotions bottled within
I am cursed
For I can't heal
The scars that mar their skin
I am blessed
For I can sense
When they need someone to hold them
I am cursed
For all my words
Are useless like something that's broken
If I deemed my purpose
Was to make people laugh
Then I must be worthless
Like tossed-out trash
I sense their pain
And feel their hurt
But despite what I say
I make things worse
Why must I be blessed
With discerning the problems?
And also be cursed
With failing to solve them?
PMD Team Dark Stars AplicationTeam name: Team Dark StarsPMD Team Dark Stars Aplication4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rescuers __ Merchants__ Rogues_X_
Name and species: Harley the Sneasel
Nature: Hardy, Shrewd.
Strengths: Harley is very good at making plans and finding easy and successful was of getting a job done. When you get to know him he can be very friendly and relaxed, especially around Cross or his friends, whoever they may be. He has been described as a very slick talker and has a bit of a dramatic flair sometimes, which has rubbed off a bit on Cross. Generally he prefers to use a cutting comment over actual fighting, but he's not above a fight if necessary.
Weaknesses: Harley has a short temper and flies into a rage sometimes, especially if people say that either he used to be in the Slasher Gang or that he fancies Cross (neither of which are true). Also, his slick talking and flair can be quite annoying at times for an enemy/someone who doesn't know him well.
Moves: Night Slash, Ice Punch, Strength, Icy Wind
PMD Team Spirit ApplicationTeam name: Team SpiritPMD Team Spirit Application4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Guild: Rescuers__ Merchants_X_ Rogues __
Name and species: Cam the Charmander
Nature: Relaxed, often scatters things
Strengths: Cam is clever and is good at finding solutions to problems. He also cares very much for his friends, especially his team, and never leaves anyone behind. He's usually quite polite, especially to people superior to himself, and is generally good-natured, although this does slip occasionally.
Weaknesses: Unfortunately Cam will sometimes go to great and frankly unnecessary expense to help someone else,often failing to see what the problem with these actions is. He can also hardly read or write.
Moves: Flamethrower, Slash, Fire Fang, Smokescreen.
Accessories: Green bandana, tied around right arm.
Second member information
Name and species: Treecko
Nature: Jolly, likes to run
Strengths: Treecko is highly active and strong in combat situations, although he prefers not to fight i
The Belly of a WhaleThe belly of a whale is cleaner than you'd think. It's the seashore on a wet day: a red beach with red clouds and red sand. And the voice of the whale is the voice of God.The Belly of a Whale3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
God sings, "You were delicious."
"Spit me out." I'm on my knees, though my god cannot see inside itself to find my supplication satisfying. "I'm a wicked man. You don't want to devour wickedness, oh Lord. You'll be disgusted when you know you've devoured such a polluted thing."
"I will not," sings God.
"I've murdered a man."
"So have I."
"I've murdered a woman, too."
"So have I."
"She was pregnant."
God laughs. "The ship I sank held hundreds."
This calls for humility. I prostrate myself in the direction of God's mouth. "Oh Lord," I cry. "I can't compete with you. Truly you are a great tyrant, fearful and merciless. Had I only been given your bulk, oh Lord, I might have devoured whole ships as you have done."
God lurches. God rolls. God grumbles and coughs and hurls. I fly from his mouth in one heaving mess of kelp an
_Knite_ : this way to paradiseIn the event that Minmin lives to join a band and become famous, and Kai and Sen elope to live together in some cozy loft overseas._Knite_ : this way to paradise4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Minny's not available right now, but she says she dedicates this to everyone who still has closet-skeletons to throw out. (PENNY, rhythm guitarist of SWALLOWINGS)
Hey, lost boys on a paradise lined with blue
Do you know where my star has fallen?
Even if you are not here
I pray my words will reach you
In the world where you are, can you see me?
Or am I just a part of your past?
There used to be a blind child
Who wished to see colors
Orange, yellow, purplepinkandblue
She wished to meet the painter
That brought her dreams every night
So she sent her star to him
And she's still waiting
When I sent you to chase after my dream
Maybe I wanted you to find the lost boy
Lying amongst its ruins
So you could keep him company
At the time I didn't know that by doing so
I was giving you to him
I could never share my stars
Once there was a naive girl
Who sat by her
Dating Hetalia guys 101 !! ch.2Dating Hetalia guys 101 !! ch.23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hello~! Mina here again *claps* and again today i will show you how to flirt with hetalia guys ~ !!
Today series will consist of the NORDICS, THE BALTICS STATE, PRUSSIA AND POLAND whaiii ~
Now lets begin with the Nordics *grins*
~ Hot girls (optional ^^")
~ The girl who's cheerful like him
~ The girl who'd *cough*protect him from Norway *cough*
~ The party-rock type of girl
~ The girl who believe in fairytales
~ -and mythologies may i add :3
~ The girl who respect him for who he is
~ The girl who is calm and quiet
~ The nice type of girl
~ The happy-go-lucky type of girl
~ The girl who'll be willing to help him (delivering gifts)
~ The girl who'd not to demanding type
~ -The chance of having christmas eve dinner with him is rare but for me 9and most of you) traveling all over the world with him is more special nee? *wink*
~ The girl who is nice (like finland)
~ The girl who is cute
~ The moe type of girl
~ The calm type of girl
~ The girl
Dead NoirSo some dame walks through my door, and I start to do the whole 'of all of the offices in all of New York' thing - because I'm a private eye, and that's how we do things - but then I recognize her: Miss B J Broad, dynamite on legs and owing me a favor or two after the fiasco with her late husband. Only the last time I saw her she wasn't carrying a tommy gun. So she's saying "Larry, darling." as she points this thing at me, and her voice is soft, tender, beautiful. Then it's all fireworks - nothing but noise and flashes of light - and I find myself looking down at my own bullet riddled corpse, tongue hanging out like a sweating dog. Miss Broad's looting me for the lint in my pockets and all I can think is, 'Hey, Larry. How about you at least try and die with a little dignity?'Dead Noir2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Miss Broad obviously doesn't find what she's after because she's storming off cursing my name, and I start to feel kind of worthless. Kind of like I'm sorry to disappoint, you know? Like I hope m
For My DaughterDear daughter-I-do-not-have-yet,For My Daughter3 years ago in Letters More Like This
You will be my perfect. You will be my proudest moments in one small person. You will be made in love, or maybe anger, or maybe even desperation. But that won't matter. What matters is what you will be made into.
You will have Daddy's hair and his nose, and my eyes and my smile, the smile that happens not because someone with a camera told you to, but because you're genuinely happy. But you will have your very own heart and will be full of all the things that give you your you-ness. Whether you sing in the bath or make Valentines for everyone in your class or give your last homemade chocolate chip cookie to the boy sitting alone at recess.
I will write you poems and stories about how you are my miracle. I will read them to you sometimes, just to remind you. As you grow, not a day will go by that I'm not thankful for everything you are. You will be dazzling and beautiful and brilliant and compassionate and playful and curious and all of the things
Rivaille X Reader - I don't regret anythingI couldn't do anything....Rivaille X Reader - I don't regret anything1 year ago in Romance More Like This
What could I do then? I was alone, there was so many blood. Everywhere. Tears were falling. Lives were taken, just like, that. "I regret....I couldn't keep my promise....I'm a shame...I'm so sorry" I said and closed my eyes with a deep sigh. It was my fault. Everything. I let fall my bloody swords on the ground, and let myself falling on my knees. Regret. I was regretting everything which had happened during this stupid expedition....
~A few days before.~
"Geez! We have a new expedition outside the wall soon!" Exclaimed Sasha, stealing all my potatoes which were in my plate. I glared at her and grumbled with anger, asking her to give me back my fucking food. She smiled and ran out the refectory, leaving me alone with Jean and Connie. Great, one more time, she was stealing the potatoes of some cadets, on the contrary with the corporal who was a real clean-freak, Sasha was really an absolute potato-freak.
"Everything will be okay?" Asked H
Heart, Have No PityThe train sways from side to side, gray subway lights washing away all color from the world, and the shuffle on his music player is playing only the songs Jesper hates. He hits the skip button again and again, tries to keep his briefcase pinned between his legs. There is a coffee stain on his shirt, but he did not have enough time to sprint to his bedroom and change before he had to leave to make his train on time. He cannot afford to be late again.Heart, Have No Pity2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Skip-skip-skip. He should stop allowing his sister into his apartment; she always deletes his good music and replaces it with pop that Jesper despises. He thinks he hears his station being called in between the melodious shrieks of ABBA, so he snatches his bag and stumbles out the door, unwinding his headphones and stuffing his music player in his trench coat's pocket.
Jesper takes five steps before he glances up. The train has already rattled out of the station, and he is not in the correct place. He did not even know that the subway runs
Viva Black and WhiteIn celebration of tomorrow's release of Black2 and White2.Viva Black and White3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I've made a written parody of Coldplay's Viva la Vida in the description below.
Featuring Black, White, Nate, and Mei all together in song.
Reflection Chapter 1Reflection Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night air was cool on this late-winter evening. Though it was only seven p.m. the sun had already set, and a blanket of dark had covered the town of Ponyville.
Derpy hooves hovered unsteadily down the street, both of her wings failing to maintain any practical rhythm with the other. This generally caused her to fly diagonally in either direction; she would often switch the direction at random times without precise control.
The Pegasus could in fact fly quite gracefully. For some reason she felt it necessary to do otherwise.
Woozy bats, she had once reasoned, woozy bats like bulls stubborn. Such was the sort of logic she used to contemplate most things.
In the corner of her vision she noticed movement. She looked in the direction of said movement to find a group of birds. "Ants!" She called at them. "Eggs all scrambled and gravel from sand!"
When the flock hit the center of her vision the flock seemed to dissipate. Every time she ever saw a flock of birds they always looked
combatantI.combatant2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it strikes me
that this woman
could be a palace.
I marvel at
the opulent dome of
her brow, her arch
skin like a courtyard of
a thousand intersecting
golden lines about her
head and neck.
she beams from atop her
beatific and beautiful,
spreads her arms like
invites you to be one of
who have wandered her
I’ve often thought
as a castle:
all rough-hewn stone
a temper like molten
my head is crowned
at the crenels.
I look out from my
guerites, my brattices,
eyes like arrow-slits
and a murder-hole
for a mouth.
I wouldn’t blame you
for choosing her
for regarding my fortress
as too daunting,
for deciding easy acceptance
better befit you
than proving your worth—
I could forgive you
for being a coward.
but you swam the moat,
killed the guards,
scaled the battlements,
demolished my fortifications—
those eyesDon't look at me with those eyes. Never look at me with those eyes.those eyes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Those eyes that boundless green, that burning incandescence those goddamn eyes. Don't you dare point them at me, don't you dare speak those silent words that those dreadful, beautiful eyes speak so well.
Don't look at me like that. Don't stare at me, into my hollow existance, like it's your right. Don't smirk like that, don't flash that adorable, knowing glance.
You know. You know how much I love those eyes. You know I could stare into them all day. You keep waiting and waiting for me to crack, to let you keep them. But they're not yours.
You have a heart I can see it beating behind your hatred and even further behind her love.
I'm not asking you to let her go. I'm not asking you for much at all. Just spare me having to look at those terrible, lovely eyes.
Carnivorous“I’m not one of them” she said.Carnivorous2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He didn't reply. He only looked at her in a disdainful way, a branch of celery hanging from his mouth. Far from making the atmosphere lighter, the comical image of him crunching on vegetables while insulting her with his stare made her cringe.
“I’m not!” she said again.
“You know” he started - then took at moment to swallow his bite of celery - “I really don’t see why you’re trying to make excuses up.”
“Because you tied me to a chair!”
Her wrists hurt, and the plastic thread was cutting into her skin. She had been there for two hours, watching him eat celery, and trying to attract his attention to the fact she was not one of them.
“I swear to anything holy to you” she said, trying to move her hands – not because she hoped she could wriggle free, but because she needed to find a less painful position for them - “I am not one of them.”
To Save A PrincessTo Save A Princess:To Save A Princess3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In most of the stories, whether old or new
It is usually the knight that saves the maiden
But reality is never as sweet as that
And often the truth gets slightly misshapen
But this is a story about the truth;
A tale of Pirates who aided the King
Though most would credit his honoured knights
We know they didn't do a thing...
Instead what happened is an epic story
For it began on a night when the moon was full
The Pirates slipped from their hallowed ship
Like wolves cloaked in wool
They hid amongst the jagged rocks
And called like birds to communicate
The soldiers thought they were hearing things
Until they began to hallunicate...
Visions of frightening ghosts and shades
Covered their eyes and sent them screaming
They clawed at their faces and toppled to the ground;
They woke the camp with their horrid keening
The ground was alive with running footsteps
Yet soldiers began to fall like snow
In panic their ears could not hear the sound
Of the rifle