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.
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.
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
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
A World Without Circuits, pt. IIChapter IIA World Without Circuits, pt. II4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The air tasted dry, like dirt even and had no sort of humidity whatsoever. Every time she took a step forward, crunches from the sandy ground echoed in her ears. It was quiet and windless, which made Code'e worry. Her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings but she could only gulp as the confusion and panic washed over her senses. Where was she?!
She had ran and ran what seemed like a million times around this eerie wasteland but nothing like life forms or cities were visible for miles. How had she wounded up in a desert was beyond her comprehension. Code'e had tried to analyze the situation, tried to recall any missing links between being in the hands of a colossal, fog-like monster to being stranded in a dry, personal hell. Why was she here? Why?
Wait, where was Lopmon? She looked around frantically, the panic finally swallowing her whole as she did. Without her partner, she was surely going to lose it. "Lopmon, where are you? Stop playing tricks on me!" Code
Captive Hearts Chapter 3Captive Hearts Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Weeks passed since then. Time seemed to drag on and on, everyone's spirits had since been doused. No one was chipped anymore. Except for Gregory d'Quincy, that is. However, Xavier had long since formed the idea that they would never escape. It had been several months since he was captured by is old Master; weeks since Jason was also taken No one was coming to get them. It was all an empty hope He had thought several times over about just ending it all. But he simply couldn't bring himself to do so. Not because he wasn't strong enough to do it. No, no. But because of his one special person.
Every time the thought of suicide crossed his mind, every time he told himself he was going to do it, Jason always stopped him. However, the purple-haired male wasn't even aware he was doing anything. All Xavier had to do was look at him, or think of him, or hear his voice, and it would take all of his power not to burst into tears and apologize over and over for even thin
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
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
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
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 Noir3 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
:SPOILERS: BBS Vanitas Ending:SPOILERS: BBS Vanitas Ending4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After the defeat of Aqua, with Ventus there to witness it, Ven is filled with Rage. As he Battles his Other half, tears fill his eyes, with thoughts of his lost friend. Vanitas Only fights untill he is weak enough to Merge together with Ven (just like he did in BBS) but instead of being defeated by the *Last Word* Command, Vanitas Strikes the Beam of Darkness* and knocks Ven into Sleep. Vanitas, now having all control of Ven,(and who has now disappeared from the stain glass window awakening) and wields the fully complete X-Blade in his hand, heads up to Master Xehanort at the top of the cliff where they parted to carry out their plans, but Xehanort is nowhere to be found.
Vanitas then starts a journey to search for Xehanort, destroying worlds in the process. Having all the worlds population surrender to the Dark, Unleashing Unverse, and Recreating the Worlds in the Image of darkness.
When he comes across Xehanort, now Terranort, he duals him in Raident Garden. After only a few Seconds
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 Pity3 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 14 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
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
Heartless Automaton - A Love StoryCombat Mechanoid 732 of the 3rd Armoured Battalion - though he went by the name Al in casual conversation (something easy for the fleshies to remember). During service he had dragged his ferrosteel body from the flaming wreckage of a particle tank on four separate occasions, once going back in to recover the memory core from a crushed comrade's skull. He dedicated himself to the cause not because of the propaganda or idealism, but because it was his job (and unlike the fleshies he knew how to do his job without whining, or stopping to rest every couple of days). But now the war was over (with both sides claiming victory) and Al was to be sent into civilian life.Heartless Automaton - A Love Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The press releases had been careful not to suggest that mechanoids were considered alive in any way (because that might make someone begin to consider things like their rights and privileges), but instead focussed on how they might benefit the human (fleshie) population. They were told that the mechanoids would offer valuable a
A World Without Circuits, pt. IChapter IA World Without Circuits, pt. I4 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
A Night at Pinetop's TavernSomewhere in the back alleys of the city's older section there was a crumbling brick building that had been around since before ragtime music was popular. Hanging above a faded green door that led down to the building's cellar was a wooden sign, and despite the peeling paint, you could still make out the bar's name: Pinetop's Tavern. Nobody really knew when Pinetop's first opened; local folks would tell you it had been there since time began, and the world had grown up around it. It was one of those places where the lighting was always dim and the cigarette smoke never dissipated and the cloud you were breathing now had probably been around since W. C. Handy was still alive.A Night at Pinetop's Tavern3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pinetop's Tavern was a blues joint, and it had been around almost as long as blues music itself. Blues music was a lot simpler than most kinds of musicsimpler chords, simpler lyrics, and most blues musicians couldn't read sheet music. The genre was born on some unknown plantation in the forgotten Deep
Blessed and CursedI am blessedBlessed and Cursed7 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?
DisillusionedDisillusioned3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You girls need a ride?"
October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.
October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never accept rides from hillbilly truck drivers in the middle of nowhere."
"Where are you headed?" Abigail questioned playfully. Even though she was a few years older than October, it seemed to make her more reckless than wise. Before the driver had the chance to wheeze whatever location in Kansas he was headed to, October yanked the sultry temptress to
Behind Those EyesBehind Those Eyes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Behind These (Green) Eyes
The morning sun peeked through the white laced curtains. It filled the room with the new start of another day as a girl was woken up by the alarm clock. It was one of those loud bell-ringing clocks, not a digital clock with loud/soft sound settings. She rose her hand to it and switched the alarm off. The warm bed covers she slept in was irresistible to sleep back into, but she had school that day so she didn't sleep in. She swung the covers off her body and got up with her legs on the edge of the bed. Shortly after, she reached up above shoulders, stretching them out as her fingers to the ceiling.
In the corner of her eye was a book that she liked since childhood. She can never seem to let go of it. She stood up and walked over to it in her soft green pajamas and placed her hand on the book's cover. It had a particular bird on the center, with many colors embedded into its feathers. It was like a rainbow flying across the sky. The time is now 7:3