Tenn's Vengeance 1Tenn's Vengeance 16 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I don't own IZ. I do own Wyvern. And I like that.
The young irken male ducked, avoiding several lazers from both the SIR units and the Meekrob. He crawled amongst the debris, searching for his fallen friend. He soon came across his partner, and helped the injured girl to her feet. The two of them escaped their destroyed base through a hidden tunnel, arriving at their underground emergency bunker.
The girl pulled away, struggling to stand on her own. Her dress was ripped to pieces, deep gashes all over her torso and legs. She gazed at her friend, whose face had been cut up in the melee. She growled. "I swear...it's not over..."
She fell to the floor.
Wyvern sat on his cot, watching Tenn leap at another simulation. He was quite a rarity by irken terms. Most irkens had red eyes, some with brown, and a select few with purple. The rarest eye color among irkens were blue, and Wyvern's were a beautiful baby blue. The last known irken
ZATR - On the busZATR - On the bus3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was Friday, the sky was full of clouds and threatening rain.
Zim was leaving his class, it was obvious that until he get home, the rain wouldn't stop for a long time. He has his glue layer, but he did not like the idea of getting all wet. So, he thought, why not go on the school bus?
He went past Tak, who was sifting through her locker. Tak he thought she was so annoying
She returned to Earth faster than Zim imagined she would have in fact, he really did not think she would come back at all, but she returned a few months after fighting with Zim. He was not worried about it, however, for now she just annoyed him with silly jokes. She showed no signs of making a plan, or something.
Zim noted that Tak was now following him.
"Good. She wants to annoy me again." He growled softly. Tak smiled, she had heard what he said, and felt more interested in trying to irritate Zim.
He entered in the bus and sat in the back seat, next to the window, and Tak sat beside him. Zim look
Jackie Estacado UMvC Move SetJackie Estacado UMvC Move Set3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Jackie Estacado
Species: Human (Infested with the Darkness)
Occupation: Don of the Franchetti crime family.
First Appearance: The Darkness #1 (1990)
Voice Actor: Brian Bloom
The Darknes: Mike Patton
Power Ranking (Out of Seven)
Energy Projection: 7
Fighting Ability: 5
Jackie Estacado is the Human host of The Darkness, which awakened within him on the night of his 21'st birthday. Jackie is an Italian-American ex contract killer/hitman of the Franchetti crime family led by his "uncle" Paulie Franchetti. After killing both Paulie and Eddie Shrote in revenge for the murder of his girlfriend Jenny Romano, Jackie became don of the Franchetti family after he was offered the position by Jimmy "The Grape", an old family friend.
Assist Alpha- Tentacle Stab M (Direct Upper Front)
Alpha Hyper- Darkness Insanity
Assist Beta- Tentacle Slam (Direct Downward Front)
Beta Hyper- Darkness I
Happy Halloween - TNBCHappy Halloween - TNBC7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the sun sank down, two figures stood stock still in front of the opening to an underground tomb, the gateway from their world to what was referred to throughout the town as the Real World. Both one-thin splotches on the rising moon were extreme in height, the head of the smaller one coming to the shoulder of the other. The small one tugged at his ivory bat bow tie, not with nervousness but anticipation. It would be his first trip outside of Halloween Town.
Jack looked up to the other figure, an older skeleton who grinned back down at the young sixteen year old prince, his son. Jacks first trip to the Real World would reveal much of his ability to rule in his absence. His son would demonstrate stealth, grace, and an overall magnificent aptitude for terrifying. But the first trip also meant Jack would lose a part of his innocence. The first trip meant a prince would collect his first Halloween Town soul.
Reject Month: The ModifyersHello, I'm Fhqwhgads-2. Bringing you your favorite series into my own fan fiction image. And now, we're here into the second half of Reject Month.Reject Month: The Modifyers3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
*Reject Month intro plays*
Now, sometimes we know Nickelodeon can make some very decent and exciting shows. Some of them with their charm, some of them we don't remember as easily. But like Cartoon Network, they have a way of making a bunch of random short cartoons that would have a chance of being passed on for a full show. And some of them look really good and worthy of such privilege. Case and point, The Modifyers.
*The Modifyers title card shows and clips are shown*
A lot of fans saw this short and thought it looked really good. And I can see why. The style looks really clever and original. And I can see some very likability to it. But sadly, it was turned down by Nick for some reason. Or no apparent one. And a lot of Nick's viewers were really pissed off about it. And you'll see why around the end. So, here it is. This is The Modifyers.
Emily's songEmily's song3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I trusted you. I needed you. I opened my arms for you. And how do you repay me? Just look at me there is a maggot in my eye. Why? Why?
I loved you. I wanted you. And how did you repay me? By stabbing me and taking all I own. I waited for you for years. Now you sir never came but I know someone who did...
Oh who am I kidding he's not the one. He's cute but he's not you.
I waited for you!!!
I loved you.
But that's all a lie.
I hope you rot in hell.
STP-We're Coming Home AgainTo New York, this Sunday was just like any other Sunday. It just so happened to be the 10th Anniversary of September 11th.STP-We're Coming Home Again4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In past years, he would have woken up with tears already streaming down his face, because the pure emotion coming from his people was just too much to handle mentally, sometimes. In any year after 2004 he would have woken up with Quebec next to him, and then would have rolled over and wrapped an arm around the Canadian, waking him, and the two would have stayed in bed for as long as New York needed to, talking about anything while Quebec wiped away the many tears that fell.
And today he did wake up next to Quebec, but instead of feeling tears on his cheeks he just felt calm. Today was any other day of the year, and today was the anniversary of the attacks, but it felt different. He had no idea what time it was, but there were no racing thoughts in his head, no flashbacks of fire and airplanes, and the world was a pleasant silence. New York rolled ov
I Want to be Who I WasI want to be me again,I Want to be Who I Was3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The old me.
Who wasn't exactly a girl.
Another epitome of lonely,
And having no life outside.
Bad haircuts and risky fashion statements,
I never cared about others.
I want to be that girl,
Who was always herself.
She might not have been happy,
She was miserable,
But at least she wasn't a lie.
Hussie the Troll God, A Xmas CarolHussie the Troll God, A Xmas Carol3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
[5:26:37 PM] LadyNight95: *to the tune of frosty the snowman*
[5:26:44 PM] LadyNight95: HUSSIE, THE TROLL GOD
[5:26:58 PM] LadyNight95: WAS A JOLLY JACKASS SOUL
[5:27:28 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: WITH A STOLEN BROOM
[5:28:15 PM] LadyNight95: AND SOME FAKE-ASS HORNS
[5:28:26 PM] LadyNight95: AND A BEAR HUNG ON HIS WALLLLL
[5:28:34 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: HUSSIE, THE TROLL GOD
[5:30:22 PM] LadyNight95: IS A FAIRYTALE THEY SAY
[5:31:35 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: THEY ARE FULL OF SHIT 'CAUSE HIS READERS KNOW
[5:32:13 PM] LadyNight95: HOW HE CAME TO LIFE ONE DAY
[5:32:45 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: THERE MUST HAVE BEEN SOME MIRACLES IN THAT OLD LINK THEY FOUND
[5:33:19 PM] LadyNight95: FOR WHEN THEN HOVERED OVER IT
[5:33:23 PM] LadyNight95: HE BEGAN TO DANCE AROUND
[5:34:11 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: OH, HUSSIE THE TROLL GOD
Break.At first, Billy thought it was his imagination. But on second glance, his eyes narrowed dangerously as he confirmed that it was indeed his absolute worst enemy standing there. Staring.Break.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"What are you doing here?" he growled, hands curling into tight fists. The sound of his gloves being squeezed tightly against his knuckles was the only sound. But even that faded to silence, and the two were left glowering at one another with barely contained loathing etched equally on their faces.
Not replying, huh? Fine. Did he really think that it would unnerve him? Dr. Horrible sneered. What a pathetic attempt to engage in psychological warfare. He wouldn't even give him the satisfaction of playing along.
"I told you to never show your face in this town again. You're finished here, a has-been, a dried up loser. You have no purpose because I took everything from you." He tried to smirk but it faltered as he continued, "It's only fair though, isn't it? You took my everything away from me. All I ever wa
Shell ShockedI remember when you left me.Shell Shocked4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Please," I whispered, my lips soft against your ear, "Don't go..."
At that point you pulled away, "But I have to. You know I have to, it's not my wish. It's the government's, I have to fight in this war."
"Run away, and come back to me," I said, pleading with you.
"I can't," was your reply, "They'll hate me if I do. There are rumours that the punishment for running away is "
Quickly, I placed my finger on your lips, "Don't say the word."
"Then I won't."
We kissed. Together, awkward hand in awkward hand, we walked down to the train station. There, waving my old, threadbare scarf, I bid you farewell.
You didn't die in the trenches. At the time of your return I was relieved. So relieved. But now, as I gaze back through the years, I realise I was mistaken. It would've been kinder for you to have died out there, fighting. It would have been noble and right. You should've fallen in the mud, amongst the rotten and broken bodies.
However you s
Some Friends of MineEver had that feeling where you just want to cry? You just want to hold someone and cry on their shoulder, but there's no one to cry on? That's how I felt a couple months ago. I want comfort, I wanted relief, and I found some... They're friends who stick by my side no matter what.Some Friends of Mine3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Self Mutilation is the shoulder I cry on; my blood is the tears. Self Mutilation, let's call him Blades, that's his first name and he likes it better. It's easier to say. Well anyway, Blades likes to help me the best he can, but he always leaves me feeling empty when he goes home. He lives very close to me, so he can always come over when I need him. I met his sister about two months ago, before I met him. Her name was Scratch. She didn't help as much as Blades does, and she rarely comes over anymore. They're both part of the Self Mutilation family name, just so you know. Don't tell Scratch I said this, but I like her brother better. Blades provides more relief than she did. I cry just as much as any other sa
Lazy - NY + MAAuthor's note: OH MY GOD. I ACTUALLY WROTE AND POSTED SOMETHING. So yeah, anyway, this is a little ficlet I typed up when we were discussing how lazy New York could be in the state-tan chat and how the other states would react. I figured the only states not bothered would be New Jersey and Connecticut since they know him best. Mass became the main character here because she's my home state and because her reaction is priceless. This was basically written to show everyone that, yes, New York can be lazy and he enjoys every minute of it.Lazy - NY + MA4 years ago in Humor More Like This
They're at America's Albany house here, btw.
Massachusetts couldn't believe what she was hearing. New Jersey and Connecticut had been talking to each other about various things but what had gotten her interest was the mention of New York and how lazy he was. That made her pause and consider for a moment if such a thing was possible.
New York, Mr. Stick-Permanently-Stuck-Up-His-Ass, lazy? Mr. Always On the Move? Mr. Gotta Have Starbucks Even
Fall From GraceCandles burn, casting haunted shadows on the bare walls of my tomb. Though, I can find no comfort in the silence or solitude of my existence. I walk with demons weighing on my frozen heart - with only dismal memories of life and hope to rescue me from falling away all at once. In the darkness of the soul, I prey on the heavenly essence of those who have yet to live a single life-time. Shrouded by Death's restless wave of vile torment, I seek a path that may lead me to salvation. Never a celestial being, but a fallen prince damned to burn in the guilt of a blasphemous eternity. Forever condemned to wander in the night, and to drink in the emptiness of the dark. Forbidden to gaze again on Apollo's Decent. The only sunset's I may witness dwell in the decaying mirrors of my victims eyes. Blood remains a gift from the Devil - something of an unjust familiarity. A sanguinary resurrection of a beast too wild to tame, too jaded to care. Nevertheless, I accept this unholy chalice, shake his scaFall From Grace5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
NYxQC-Somwhere On Your...pt1Somewhere On Your Northern RoadNYxQC-Somwhere On Your...pt14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And just like that, their relationship started. The very night of their affair in the coffee shop, Quebec had gone back to his hotel and booked another three nights, using the excuse of 'personal investigation into farther trade agreements' to quell his dignitary's questioning gaze. He and New York spent those three days dancing around each other in Albany; one night Quebec would cook for New York, and the next New York would bring him fine wine and chocolates. Never once did they kiss, though, which bothered Quebec.
He had everything planned out perfectly, though. The province called his boss on the third day, explaining that New York had invited him to a meeting in New York City, and that he would not want to portray himself as ungrateful by turning the opportunity down. It was all a lie, of course, because New York had not invited him to an important meeting because it did not exist. The state had, though, secured excellent seats for the two of
O' SisterStart with something, whether it be words or thought or action. Just do something, anything to avoid this dissipating grey matter, neurotic erosion.O' Sister3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't exactly remember everything." My words are timid, pensive.
The moments revolve, coil and ignite; flashing images with no particular order.
I scrunch my iceman toes, attempting to conserve heat, but the cold still surpasses the fabric of my Converse. My muscles tense against abrasive arctic gusts. The bitter wind raises bristled hair above goose bumped flesh.
These pink fingers quiver in the grasp of an 'I heart New York" shot glass. I guzzle down Stolichnaya. The vodka is dry-ice against my tongue; molten silver.
Blurred peripherals detect a lone ember drowning in the ashtray, a Marlboro Smooth choking beneath garish glares of moonlight.
"And this kinda s
Bad HabitsS.Bad Habits2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fallen in the crook of her pink lips.
She always hides her mouth,
as if she’s afraid to speak.
She never faces you completely,
like you’re not worth her full attention.
Averting her cold gaze, she walks with a haughty, empty stride.
Even when her striking blue eyes are pointed at you, her chin is always tilted up and shoulder
DisappearSorrowDisappear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feeling of pain
I'm falling again
The street can barely catch me
The asphalt is a fading beneath my feet
Each step offers no solid
Inches feel like miles
Each stop is relief
Each step a horror
My stomach churns
I see you, your red hair always a comfort
Please, I beg you, not yet
Don't let me disappear
SoxMa Poison Chapter 12SoxMa Poison Chapter 124 years ago in Romance More Like This
Maka felt numb as she stared at Soul. He had told her the whole story as they finished breakfast. She had lost her appetite completely a little over half way through his tale. By the time he'd finished, her mouth was so dry she didn't know if she'd ever be able to eat or drink again.
The whole story was unbelievable and made almost no sense. Spartoi thought she was dead? The thought was horrifying and embarrassing at the same time. The news had been announced to the whole school but only members of Spartoi knew her well enough to be really affected. She doubted if the rest of Shibusen would really notice if she was gone.
More to the point, if Stein had pronounced her dead on arrival then why was she alive? Well, it would explain why she was at her father's when she woke up instead of the infirmary but still, why had she been brought there? Why would her Papa take care of her for two weeks if she was supposed to have been killed in battle? Had Stein made a mistake? If he had, how
Gardevoir ReportGardevoir (the Embrace Pokémon) is a rare Psychic/Fairy-type Pokémon found among grassy fields within the Hoenn, Sinnoh and Kalos regions as well as the Johto and Unova regions on rare occasions. Elegantly beautiful in appearance and surprisingly powerful in battle, Gardevoir are wondrous creatures that can more than prove to be a difficult opponent to tackle in battle. They might not be as highly-receptive to emotions as their pre-evolved forms, but for Gardevoir, that's probably the best; the last thing that any trainer needs is a Pokémon capable of generating a black hole that's also emotionally unstable!Gardevoir Report5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
For the Ralts family, evolution into either Gardevoir or Gallade is a major point in their life, as it is akin to a child's full development into adulthood in that they obtain a tremendous boost in overall strength and finally become a force to be reckoned with on any battlefield. Evolution into Gardevoir results in the full development of these creatures' psychic po
the importance of the s in sexi do not like the ironythe importance of the s in sex5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of trying to get over someone
by getting on top of them.
if IRONY friend requested me on facebook,
i would deny, block, and mark as spam.
as i might have said a billion poems ago,
i have a restraining order against IRONY
however that dumb bitch still manages
to scare the living shit out of me