Reader x Dave: What The Heck's A Smuppet?-- turntechGodhead [ tG ] began pestering -_ [ -_ ] at 10 : 44 A.M --Reader x Dave: What The Heck's A Smuppet?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-_: Dave, hiya! You've...never pestered me before! What's up with that?
tG: is that a problem
-_: No, I just never pestered you before either, so...
tG: and why the fuck havent you
-_: ...No reason! Haha, no reason at all!
tG: damn ___ youre weird
-_: No I'm not
tG: dont fucking argue with me ok
tG: you are weird
tG: anyways uh how do i put this
-_: Put what?
tG: okay bros a dick and shit and he wants me to see you
tG: yeah ok when can you come over
-_: Er, noon?
tG: great ok ill be waiting for you dont fucking disappoint bro or me ok
-- turntechGodhead [ tG ] ceased pestering -_ [ -_ ] at 10 : 57 A.M --
So, it finally happened.
Dave, the cool kid, Strider, the boy you've only seen once and happened to exchange pesterlogs with, just pestered you. You had always been so freaking nervous to do so, so you never
CH 3~ Cat's got your tongueWe talked for a bit longer, I learned a few of the names of the people that lived in the home and that I would also have a room mate. Each of the room mates tended to work in pairs a lot during missions, which made sense I guess. Maskie's was Hoodie; Jeff didn't have a human proxy roommate, his was a monster dog named Smile. It was weird, that animals apparently could be distorted to, or changed into a form of proxy as well. Maskie said mine went mostly by SK.CH 3~ Cat's got your tongue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We rested there for a while, that is until some came bouncing in. A boy came bouncing into the room, with way more energy than anyone else I had seen yet in this house have. I jump and sit back up.
"W-who's th-this?" The boy stammered as his head twitched to the side. "Th-the new girl?"
"She's one of the new proxies Hoodie and I brought in," Masky said with a sigh. "Her name's Amelia at the moment, but she shares her body with another soul named Pandora." It was clear Tim wasn't happy with the intruder.
"W-who are you?" I stammer
Ch. 5- Playful moment"Masky! You're back, I was worried about you," I chimed as I finally felt Alexis relaxed. "Can we adopt him?"Ch. 5- Playful moment11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"W-what?" Tim stammered obviously taken by surprise about the request. "Y-you do realize he's a lot older than either of us?"
"But, look at him! He's still only a child though!" I pointed out. "We can play mama and papa for him!"
"Oh, is this Masky's lover?" Laughing Jack giggled. He swayed side to side as he laughed.
"Shut up, you twisted clown," Tim sighed as he walked over and stood in front of Alexis and me. "We can treat him as if he were ours if he'd want that. What do you say Heir, you want a us to play mama and papa for you?"
"U-uh," He seemed at a loss for words. I looked down and gave him a big smile.
"I know you have some how lost your own parents, and I know mine were terrible. I want to be the very best mom for you, and I'll do whatever I can do to make you happy," I cheerfully said. He glanced up at me. Tears seemed to well up in the corners of his eyes and slowly
Fox and the Girl: Part 1The trees, looming and casting shadows over the river, were vivid in colors. Most of the leaves were ready to fall to the ground, but still maintained a light grasp on the branches. Coming here during this time of the year relaxed me. I leaned against one of the trees and allowed myself to slide down until I was sitting.Fox and the Girl: Part 14 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All the grass in the area had changed to a dry yellow. I closed my eyes, and listened to the river’s dull hum. I took in a deep breath and could almost taste autumn. After a moment of listening to the river, I heard some leaves rustle somewhere in the distance. I glanced around and my eyes widened as they settled on the copper-colored beast.
The fur-covered beast was standing only a few feet away from me; it seemed to be a fox, but much larger. Under normal circumstances, I think I might’ve been scared; its eyes gave off a peaceful warmth with their amber glow. I would’ve fled just at that moment had it not been for the mere size and peculiarity of th
FrUk - Parasole z LondynuZ nieba lały się hektolitry wody.FrUk - Parasole z Londynu4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Kretyn. Głupek. Idiota. Stary zboczeniec!"
Anglia kopnął Bogu ducha winny kamyk, tak, że ten wpadł do kałuży. Błotnista woda
ochlapała mu nogawkę spodni.
Arthur zaszczycił nogawkę ledwo jednym, przelotnym spojrzeniem i znowu ruszył, rozpoczynając nową wyliczankę. I tak było obrzydliwie mokro.
Bałwan! Błazen! Cholerny żabojad!"
Zacisnął dłoń na rączce parasola, aż ta niebezpiecznie zatrzeszczała.
Nie... to wcale nie są łzy... nie, absolutnie, nie płaczę przecież! W końcu pada, nie!?"
Powtarzał sobie w myślach, zupełnie ignorując fakt, że idzie pod parasolem.
Z kamienną twarzą i łzami, które już teraz same toczyły się z oczu, skręcił w gł
Strong As IronSnowflakes gently fluttered to the forest floor in the chilly winter air. It was completely silent. The forest held a soft tranquility even with the darkness of the trees overhead. They were covered in a blanket of white, glittering frost; and the forest floor beneath them was encased with the white snow.Strong As Iron11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The silence was soon broken by the steady crunching of snow that echoed through the forest.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
A young male, looking to be somewhere in his early twenties, walked through the snowy forest without a care. He was wearing a worn out leather suit that looked like it could use replacing.
The boy had spikey, dirty blonde hair and eyes the color of evergreen trees. In a word, he was a beauty.
He sighed a bit and stopped walking, leaning against a tree and burying his face in his bare hands. He was silent for a moment before shaking his head and whispering to himself, "Why do I bother traveling with those idiots?"
It had only been a few years since th
Judicialis: Chapter TwoONE EVENING ANNA WAS ROAMing about the courthouse again with her mother. She thought that she knew everything there was to see or hear there. But in reality it appeared that she did not know as much as she thought.Judicialis: Chapter Two1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anna asked, "Whom does this courthouse belong to, Mother?"
Her mother answered, "To us."
Anna asked again, "To you and me?"
"To us two?"
"Only to us two?"
"No," said her mother, "to us Americans."
"What are Americans?" Anna asked, and laughed.
Her mother looked at her from head to foot and laughed too. "You are an American and I am an American. We're both American," she said. "Do you understand?"
Anna sprang into the air for joy. "Yes, I understand," she said. "I'm a little American and you're a big American, aren't you?"
Her mother nodded and said, "Now you see."
But Anna grew serious again. "Are there other personifications besides you and me?" she asked.
"Certainly," her mother said. "Many of them."
"Where are they?" cried Anna.
"But I do
FrUk: AntykwariatFrUk: Antykwariat3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Nareszcie. Moja mała oaza spokoju.
Wciągnąłem nosem ukochany zapach starych woluminów. Pozdrowiłem sprzedawcę, siedzącego za fortecą z ciężkich tomiszczy (odkiwnął mi głową) i ruszyłem leniwym krokiem na spotkanie z moją absolutnie najbardziej ukochaną formną spędzania wolnego czasu. Niewielki, ale niezwykle dobrze zaopatrzony antykwariat na obrzeżach Londynu okupowany był przeze mnie w prawie każdy wolny, ponury i deszczowy dzień od wielu lat. Sędziwy sprzedawca był jednym z tych typów ludzi, którzy tyle już w życiu widzieli, że nic nie jest w stanie ich zadziwić. Nie dziwił go nawet fakt, że jego antykwariat odwiedza wiecznie młody, pomimu upływu lat, mężczyzna.
Jak zwykle, rozpocząłem swoje poszukiwania od pobieżnego przejrzenia książek o ogrodnictwie. Szybko d
Reader x Karkat: Restful Days, Stormy Nights ch. 1"WHEN WILL THIS GOGDAMNED STORM FUCKING END?!" Karkat yelled at the top of his lungs, and your eye twitched. He. Won't. Stop. COMPLAINING!Reader x Karkat: Restful Days, Stormy Nights ch. 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"SOON ENOUGH FOR YOU TO SHUT YOUR YAP!" you yelled back at him, hands turning into fists.
For some unannounced reason, you were at a camp.
Where it's cold as molasses.
But in Washington, in summer, where it is indeed as cold as molasses, in this lovely camp, you just came to the realization that you, ___ ___, were stuck in a cabin with Karkat Vantas, Eridan Ampora, and Vriska Serket. All of whom you didn't like AT ALL.
It was a pretty reasonable morning, but when you actually got to the cabin, it started storming.
That was about seven hours ago at noon.
Vriska sat on her blue (of course) bed, scribbling down some drawings with a smirk. Eridan was sleeping in a hammock at the back of the cabin, snoring loudly. You had to share a bunk bed with Karkat, he was in the bottom bunk. You were sitting
Play BallPlay Ball3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Coach Jackson looked at his girls middle school baseball team and frowned, sure the team had high spirits, but they did not have a batter that was good, they had a great pitcher, short stop, outfielders, back catchers, and base, but a batter they did not have. Because of that, they could not win a game.
"I sure wish a batter could be part of this team," Coach Jackson said to himself.
On another field, the boy's high school baseball team was practicing, and their batter, Brent, was practicing hitting the ball, sure he wasn't the best batter, but he gave the team points.
"Brent! Could you come over here!?" his coach yelled, Brent put his bat down and ran up to the coach.
"Well Brent, Jackson from the girls middle school baseball team called, asking for a person to show his team how to bat,"
"And you want me to do it?"
"It would make Jackson happy, and besides, consider this as a way to get to know other teams,"
Questionaire TG (Rarity)Tyler was sitting in his room, bored out of his mind. He played all of his games, and checked his messages. But now there was nothing to do. He slumped on his bed as he stared at the ceiling. He was about to fall asleep when a piece of paper landed on his face.Questionaire TG (Rarity)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He took it off to see that the paper was written on, he read and found that there were questions. Shrugging his shoulders, he took a pencil and read the first question.
Question 1: If you were a girl... would your handwriting be nice?
“Yes it would be,” He answered, not noticing that his hands were getting slimmer and that his writing was becoming cursive.
Question 2: If you were a girl... would you like pink?
“Yes, I would,” unbeknownst to him, his room became bigger, and his desk became larger.
Question 3: If you were a girl... would your hair be straight or curly?
“It would be in a curl, but not too curly, and it would reach my back,” he felt weight as his hair
Being Strict TG/APBeing Strict TG/AP1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: This chapter contains language, mind change, male to female transgender, and age progression. Readers discretion is advised.
Once again a teacher quit her job, calling the students she had “The worst she has ever taught,”. This caused the principle there to be upset. According to the superintendent, “It was the worst school for teachers,”.
The principle laid his head on his desk, wondering what it would take to get the kids in his school to finally listen to their teachers. He tried everything, assemblies, lectures, even calling their parents. But nothing worked.
He was interrupted when a knock on his door caused him to look up.
“Come in,” he said, hoping that the person on the other side didn’t see his depressed state.
The figure walked in to reveal a man in his mid-twenties, wearing a button up shirt, along with bl
OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She ran, her heart pumping and the crying babe in her arms growing heavier. The pain in her lower abdomen was like hot fire escaping all over her body. Her legs fought her desire to keep moving and she hugged her son tighter. She couldn’t stop now, not now. Gritting her teeth, she broke into a sprint. Limbs tore at her face and arms, their wicked thorns biting into her skin. Above her, the red moon shone brightly in the night, lighting the path ahead.
“Only a little farther, my son.” She panted into his silver hair.
He clung to her, his tiny fingers curling into the folds of her dress. His cry hurt her ears, but the pain was a pleasant reminder that he was still alive.
They’d meant to kill him, this alien child that had grown in her belly—her child. Regardless of his blood, she loved him. He was hers, her son. Instinctively, she adjusted her arms, wrapping them tighter around him, and kissed his forehead.
Abruptly, the path dipped low into a ravine. Swamp
A Race Against TimeThe clock was ticking. Every second that passed by seemed like a death sentence. Time was short, I had to get my paper done on time. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead.A Race Against Time4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All that existed in the world at the moment was me and the question paper on my desk. I was completely disconnected from everything around me. I had a race to win; the race against time.
I tightly gripped my pen and began writing as if my life depended on it. My arm moved back and forth like the rain-wipers in a car, as I frantically filled every line with words. All the nights that I had spent cramming for this exam would finally pay off..if only I could remember what I had studied. I froze. My mind went blank. I couldn't find the words to answer all those frightening questions.
I had spent the whole night before the exam preparing and desperately cramming everything I could from the gigantic course. I had an unlimited supply of
Moon and the BridgeThe stars, spread across the night’s sky, were brighter than usual tonight. The grass felt soft and welcoming with its light touch; the longer I walked, the more therapeutic it felt. Even when my foot scraped against a rock, it didn’t take away from the building serenity; I only needed a few more steps in the grass to wash the pain completely away.Moon and the Bridge4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The last few nights had been too cold for these walks; and when my only way to relieve stress was from walking, it was nice to be able to do just that. Most would argue that I could’ve worn a coat on the colder nights, but it wasn’t the same without the night’s breeze touching my skin, or without feeling the soft kiss of the grass on my feet. I took in a deep breath, and I could almost taste the stars and the clouds. I felt so close to the sky on nights like this.
I traveled as far as I could on the grass. There was a dirt road up ahead, and further up that road was a bridge. I allowed my feet to saturate
100 Themes Art Challenge100 Themes Art Challenge100 Themes Art Challenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
13. Mother's love
15. Phone Call
24. Water Nymph
25. Bad Priest
31. Black Board
32. Long dress
34. Creamy Wash (It's facial foam that will turn into a creamy thing when used. If you have no facial foam like this in your place/city/country, just change it to regular facial foam.. = =
38. Little girl
46. Angel of Aurora
53. Love in the air
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.Tears4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.
He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them."
"They mean nothing."
Becoming Aware Chapter 1Becoming Aware Chapter 18 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
by Brittany Kistler
Chapter 1: All a dream
"Don't start with me, Damon." I glared into his dark demonic eyes.
Its funny how I get myself into such situations, I thought. This is all a dream...one long dream. Once he makes his first move, it will be all over, and I'll wake up.
"We are incomplete," He gestured toward my creations. All of which were as still and colorless as robots, waiting for an order. "We need to be completed. We want to be real. Don't you dare shove us back into a folder, or your memory make us real or suffer the consiquences." My creations that were male, stepped forward. From the blackness of my dream, they stepped into the light, gaining their assigned colors.
"You have no controll here, step down." Gaining a less robotic look, they continued stepp
Dear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate YouDear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate You10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I hate yaoi fangirls, and I am one.
You may be looking at me with tears in your eyes right now and saying, "Why Chopstick... why?!"
Well, I'm gonna tell you why.
1. You're just writing about them because they're hot.
Let's just forget that they hated each other in the game. Let's completely forget that both of them were completely straight and had loving girlfriends in the anime. And heaven forbid I bring up the idea that they were really "just friends" in the manga. I'm not really bitching about drabbles or crackfics so much as I am the fifty-page-long epics that completely ignore canon.
AND I MEAN COMPLETELY.
Rinoa was just so whiny and Squall and Seifer were just SO KAWAII, you HAD to kill her or maim her or turn her into a ditzy bitch that Squall despised. I hated her too, you know, but I'm not willing to actually sit down and write her out of the picture in such an abrupt and unlikely way it could be considered a cop-out. For gods' sake, have pride in w
Crimson Tears: Chapter 13Crimson Tears Chapter 13Crimson Tears: Chapter 136 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Her fist came down on the silicate desk as the cooness hunched over, putting her head down into her crossed arms. Why cant I figure it out? What am I missing?! Even her whispered pleas were nearly wails of emotion from the normally-frigid cooness. Frustration is a powerful thing; it can spur action in some, distraction in others. Within some rare individuals, both can occur, as was evident by the destruction now present within the office of Investigator Mint DeVry of the Hunter Corps.
Taking a long breath to try and settle her nerves, Mint slowly stood up and patted down her one-piece uniform. The svelte, tight stealth suit was a fallback to her younger days, when speed was survival. Mint began to pace slowly back and forth in front of her desk, her arms crossed over her chest, her thickly-ringed tail twitching behind her as soft whispers could be heard by anyone outside in the hallway. All right, girl calm down and think. W