Rage"Yes! They missed! Quick, strike them down with a Scratch before they get up!"Rage4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My Charmeleon - Thomas - was relaxed and confident. He had barely any scratches on him, and the few he did have were nothing. Why the hell anybody would send a Caterpie out to face a Charmeleon was anyones guess. The trainer wasn't even a Bug Catcher! Oh well. An easy win for me, I guess. There was suddenly a loud cry. I looked up and saw that the Caterpie was defeated. Oddly, however, Thomas was still attacking, as if filled with a burning hate for what he saw.
"Woah! Calm down, Thomas! No need to KILL the poor thing!" I called out to my friend. He blinked and snapped out of the rage, as if he only now figured out that the battle was over. Huh. Well, that was Thomas for you, always getting into the moment. Heck, I once had to tear him off a Zapdos back when he was level 6!
...A stuffed Zapdos, but hey, it still counts!
"Sorry about that. It's been a while since he lost control," I told the trainer. "Here, t
Ookami Hime introductionOokami Hime introduction3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ookami Hime is about a 16 year old high school girl named Silver Nighthowl. She must keep her identity as a wolf secret from every one but her best friend and the living spirit of her necklace made from a moon gem; Marron. Her job as the wolf princess is to find and reunite all the lost moon gems to open the gates of Mallou which will bring her back home.
She uses the power of her necklace to transform into her human form to fool those around her to blens in with ordanary life while trying to find the moon gems. Although Silver has something else in mind; love. She is dedicated to finding her one true mate amoungst the humans must be another wolf like her. Her kind are rare now but in their world they are free, she was lost in the human world not too long ago when a rival pack kidnapped her and took her away, she managed to escape but only to the human world. Now the gate has closed and the gems lost she must find them all and bring them back to the gate to get back home before someone
Cortex Chaos Chapter 1Crash Bandicoot-Cortex ChaosCortex Chaos Chapter 11 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Not evil enough
Dr. Neo Cortex strolled down the hallway of his space station. Cortex was an evil scientist, and spent most of his time concocting evil schemes. What time wasn’t dedicated to his plans was spent caring for his niece, or attending meetings, like the one he was headed to right now.
“Another day, another meeting.” Cortex said, sighing.
He opened the door, and sat down in front of his minions.
“I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’ve called this meeting.” Said Cortex. He stopped to think. “Wait a minute, I didn’t call this meeting.”
“That’s because I did.” Said Dr. N. Tropy, a man who could control time.
“You don’t call meetings!” said Cortex. “You’re just a minion.”
“It’s not just him, it’s all of us.” Said Dr. N. Brio, a scientist who worked in the area of mutagen
The SightWhat have you seen?The Sight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What have you witnessed beyond the walls?
Blinded by the Human's Vision.
Mere souls who have soiled
Given to the Gifted Youth
I have seen more.
Through Space and Time
Horrific beings that have passed from the Underworld
Monsters, disguising themselves as everyday Spirits
Throughout all else.
I have glimpsed past the suffering, heartless world.
I see through the Eagle's Eyes
Soaring through Mother Nature's breath.
The Netherworld's Gift Pure Childhood Innocence.
The dwelling forest's emotions glint and deceive a Mortal's Wit.
The White Stag's Golden Treasure is concealed to only those who want to find the way to enlightenment.
Unicorns daintily lap the Ambrosia Water's
I am allowed to come nearer.
A Pegasus flaps its wings encouragingly.
Fly with me! Above the clouds.
They gallop along to his enticing melody.
To my fate
He is leading me to my Demise
I chose it.
Cerinian BeautyCerinian Beauty4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Bottles and Potions of Brio,A Crash Bandicoot fic.Bottles and Potions of BrioBottles and Potions of Brio,A Crash Bandicoot fic.1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was cliche in some ways, the system that they had gotten into.
It started out as the bandicoot, mostly. Orange and with a mouth always open in a less-than intelligent grin, he breezed through traps, battles and enemies before taking them down. Dr Cortex was always present of course- save that time Uka Uka grew tired of him and turned to Dr N.Tropy instead. His plan had failed, too- but he got further than Cortex had in the first go it seemed.
N.Brio put down the vivid bottle of liquid and sighed. Surrounding him was the stone walls and barred window of his lab; the floor smooth enough to carry things on without tripping but hard and cold. His potions, vial and equipment lit up the work space; his potions always bore a bright hue.
He felt comfortable here; able to think and work calmly. It was a higher room in the castle; he could not hear the minion's rough housing, or N.Gin's loud explosive tinkering or Dr Cortex's tantrums. He tabbed a bit of pow
Luna Paws ~ Bio 2015Luna Paws ~ Bio 20151 month ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
"Awww! It's okay! aunty loo loo is here uwu"
Basic Background information:
Luna is a supporting protagonist within the main cast of CJRFM... eeeeeyep!
Luna is a voluptuously curvaceous 19 year old panda chick (and adorable marshmallow) of Chinese ancestral decent. Often nicknamed "loo" or "loo loo" for extra cuteness, she is very much the British "Garage Girl" stereotype. With her East London Cockney Accent, tattooed cleavage, pearl earrings and puffy pink bomber jacket. But like Minx and her clashing subcultures, Luna also has a bit of scene queen mixed in! (If that isn't obvious) xD so yeah she's a babe! Luna grew up on the same council estate with most of the main cast, being familiar with a handful of characters since she was a little girl. She lives in a small flat with her single father (an ex police officer). Her mother I won’t go into detail about because I don't want to spoil any plot but lets just say it's complicated =w=” Luna spends most of
KillOh, I'll kill that girlKill3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I'll kill that boy.
I'll kill for the rush,
I'll kill for the joy.
I'll kill for the cash,
I'll kill for the show.
I'll kill in the sun,
I'll kill in the snow.
I'll kill for the laughs,
I'll kill for the fun.
I'll kill with a knife,
I'll kill with a gun.
I'll kill you all now,
I'll kill you all then.
I'll kill you all soon
But it's from within.
The True FNAF Villain.Ladies and Gentlemen.The True FNAF Villain.4 months ago in Horror More Like This
I have discovered something big.
Bigger than the Bite of '87, or anything.
Ask yourself, who is the villain in Five Nights At Freddy's? No, not Freddy, or Foxy, or Bonnie.
It's... the FAN.
You know, the fan that is on your desk? That is the true villain. Think about it, you need to keep as much power as possible. And who wastes said power? The fan. It sits there, watching as you are panicking, slowly slipping into madness as you are anxiously waiting for 6 am, and it drains you power like a fruit bat sucks on a mango.
It's a bigger threat than any of the animatronics. If you have power all the way through, you don't die, right? The fan wants you to die. It wants your power to run out. And that is why the fan is the most dangerous threat in Five Nights at Freddy.
Breathing Underwater (Prologue)Breathing Underwater (Prologue)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Vincent was completely uncomfortable. His head throbbed in pain, there was slight discomfort in his chest, and he felt numerous small cuts and bruises all along his body. He could also feel the waves of an ocean washing against his side. The salt in the water met some of the cuts in his side. Introduced to the wounds, the salt gave his body an unpleasant sting, and as he regained consciousness, he gave a sharp inhale of pain. Breathing wasn't right. There was something in his lungs. It felt like some of the salt was in his lungs...as if he'd fallen into this ocean perhaps. He was soaking wet. He could feel it. Breathing hurt. The salt coated his lungs in places, and he felt as if there was a small amount of liquid just introduced to them. Feeling this, he rolled to his side and coughed sharply as his body tried to get rid of the liquid now in his lungs.
"It's about time you're awake!" a voice said. From the sound of it, it sounded young and was female. And though to nor
Short.Short.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was here, alone with her shame and her pain.
One year after I told her. 364 days after she decreed she didn't wanted to see me anymore. Of course I should tell her sooner. But does it really change who I am?
I come in front of her; she really looks shit, sit here. I try a smile.
Even if she insulted me.
"You look down sis."
Even if she hurt me.
"Maybe need something?"
And whatever all she did, I cannot hate her. And it won't be worst than what he must be doing to her.
I can describe the trouble and the mix of feelings in her head through her beautiful eyes. I can see her sadness, her angriness, her shame, her distress, her pain.
"Come 'ere sis, it's ok, I'm still here.
-don't speak girl, just come"
She snuggled against me. I begin to surround her with my arms, I can hear her tears. My right Is going on her back when suddenly, she shudders of pain. My hand is feeling something through her shirt that I'm really not enjoying. This is getting me angrier. How he just dared
The Condemned AngelsShadows pull and night calls,The Condemned Angels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tonight is the end,
My end anyways,
I call and cry,
But none do listen,
As they sleep without a fear,
I walk to my death,
A burden on my empty soul,
I smile through it all,
But none ever perceive,
What lies behind that smile,
It's a call for help,
A plea of mercy,
A want of forgiveness,
Oh dear nightfall,
Do you ever give,
Anything more than hate,
Anything other then malice,
I look around,
And notice how,
Every mortal lies,
There in their beds,
Sleeping through the night so sound,
And they always speak of angels,
And never take a look around,
To see us here in disguise,
Whether it be punishment,
Or of our own device,
We are the angels who walk the earth,
Night bound forever more,
Beneath the stars,
Wings tinted black,
Do you hear our pleas,
We do not wish to stay,
We only wish to go back home,
To that sanctuary,
High up in the sky,
Shadows swarm us because we are,
The fallen angels,
We have been condemned,
We have been forgotten,
They took our wings of whi
Tropy Babysits Nina. Pt. 2Part 2Tropy Babysits Nina. Pt. 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Move out of the way!" Tropy said as he push her out of the way.
Tropy grabbed an broom, and started cleaning the mess up.
"*Knock Knock.*." somebody knocked on the door.
Tropy got up, and walked to the door, and opened up.
"Ronja!" Tropy yelled in excitement.
"Tropy!" Ronja yelled in excitement too.
They both hugged each other.
"What are you doing here?" Ronja asked Tropy.
"Babysitting Nina. Cortex is gonna be away for a couple of hours." Tropy said to Ronja.
Nina walked up to her.
"Who's this?" Nina asked Tropy.
"This is one of my friends, Ronja." Tropy told Nina.
"Would you like to help me babysit, Nina?" Tropy asked Ronja.
"Sure." Ronja said with an smile on her face.
"Do you know how to cook spaghetti?" Tropy asked Ronja
"Yea. I can help you out with it." Ronja said to Tropy.
Both Tropy, and Ronja held hands while walking to the kitchen.
MathMath4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I stood watching him for a while playing his games on his DS, I smiled at him crossing my arms, he was so unaware that I was there, I only spoke once I saw his face relax he won his little game "Matt." I called out; he looks up and smiles at me putting his cigarette out
"Hey what you doing here I thought Mello would shoot you if you walked in here seeming you do work for Near." he said I smiled and pushed myself of the door frame and walked over to him
"I told him if he didn't let me you I would have him throw into jail for working with known mob bosses and endangerment to human life!" He smirked turning off his DS
"I can't believe he agreed to that!" he said
"Well that and I pointed a gun to his face and handcuffed him in to the support beams!" Matt laughed he took his goggles off and wiped his eyes,
"Really shit no wonders it's quiet, you should come by more often!" I smiled
"I heard about Mello's 'plan' Matt I don't like it you could get killed."
Six Word Story: Can you spell Appear?What happens when you aren't there?Six Word Story: Can you spell Appear?1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Crash Bandicoot FC development sheetA fun little questionnaire to hopefully know more about your character and where they fall in the CB universeCrash Bandicoot FC development sheet3 weeks ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
= Questionnaire: get to know more about your character
= Analysis: Develop your character.
= Draw: Visual representations to do with your character.
Where on the Islands do they live?
Do they follow the cultures of the natives?
How do they treat the islands?
What is their moral Alignment? (test here: http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd%2Fdnd%2F20001222b)
What is their personality type? (test here: http://www.truity.com/test/type-finder-research-edition)
How do they feel about the Bandicoots?
How do they feel about the Villains?
[Bullet; Green] Do they like Wumpa fruit? What else do they eat?
[Bullet; Green] What character do they relate to the most and what character do they relate to the least?
[Bullet; Green] If they c
Number Zero's BegginingThe boy sits wordlessly on his cot, knees pulled to his chest, messy black hair falling over blazing violet eyes. his cloths were getting filthy, caked with dirt and dust. he waits in silence for what's to come, peering at the disgusting, moldy, cracked wall before him.Number Zero's Beggining3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
what was the point of being brought into life only to spend it here? there was no reason. no remorse. the only thing that existed was pain, with misery and anger to keep the agonizing extention of it's life company. he didnt remember his name, he was taken at too young an age to remember, but the faded numbers stitched onto the ragged once white but now brown medical shirt, just visible through the lining of dirt read: "experiment number 00000000." there was no noise in the miserable cell around him, yet the silence was deafening to the boy's sensitive ears. fear had been choked out within the first few minutes, replaced by hurt, replaced by anger, replaced by agony, replaced by all of the above. eventually
Hey, Pretty Girlhey, pretty girl,Hey, Pretty Girl9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
try not to cry.
i know he broke your heart,
it all was just a lie.
hey, pretty girl,
try and smile just for me.
forget all about him,
he's worthless as can be.
hey, pretty girl,
don't let this bring you down.
you've got far too pretty a smile,
to waste it on a frown.
FlowersFlowers3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Flowers flourish from
Filthy fermented feces
Fail from fancy feasts
Tropy's Story Chapter1 Everything seemed so peaceful. Even after losing another battle. The sun was setting, giving off a radiant orange-pink glow. The waves splashed gently against the shore of one of the many beaches on this island. In the jungle behind the beach, lilies had bloomed, and butterflies played vigorously around them. In the distance, a blue jay chirped its love song.Tropy's Story Chapter15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A tall blue man stood on the shore alone, watching the sunset. His armor was ripped to shreds, his lab coat, singed. He threw off his helmet and rustled his black, laid back hair. He discarded his armor and his lab coat. On this island, the weather was warm all year round. He had no fear of catching a cold. He looked around, searching for his weapon: a very large tuning fork. He found it sticking out of a nearby sand dune. After pulling it out, he smacked it on the ground twice. Unseen waves of sound rippled through the air to a satellite. Now, he just had to wait for his
PurePure, white snow covers the landPure3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There, two figures linger,
one standing, the other kneeling
One is bathed in white
Sharp eyes the color of the sky
long, golden locks
The other is bathed in black
Fear evident in her eyes
as dark as her hair
The one in white laughs
as she looks at the other
She loves what she sees:
prey ready to be caught
The one in black cries in despair
as the other approaches
She is frightened
She knows what her fate will be
White and Black
The place they stand in is no longer white
The one in black is spread-eagled on the ground
while on the one in white laughs once more
They are both bathed in a new color