JC Denton Vs Iron ManAccording to his schematics, JC Denton knew that after hacking this keypad he would be in Tony Starks armory. His goal was clear. Secure the suits against Stark and then proceed upstairs and arrest the rogue billionaire. The security so far was a nightmare. The premises were riddled with security gadgets made by Stark himself, making them almost impossible to bypass without burning out his stack of multitools. Cameras, lasers, infrared detectors, pressure pads. Most doors, even the ones that led to the bathroom, required fingerprint scanning switches. Even outside, the perimeter was protected by many virtual fences. It has taken Denton hours to make it this far. Hours of moving in absolute silence, with tech goggles squeezing his head, wearing an overheating, because of its heavy usage, thermoptic camouflage and all that while carrying the heavy weaponry he would need if something would go wrong. So when Denton hacked the last digit of the keypad with his multitool, he couldn't hJC Denton Vs Iron Man2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
Dear OCD.Dear OCD,Dear OCD.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I won't die if I stop counting my steps. Each step is unique, and therefore can't be counted. Each surface is not a planet, each room is not a galaxy and each house is not a universe.
Nobody will get killed if I don't keep count of how many times my fingers hit the Enter button, or how many times I tap my phone before I slide it open. I don't have to touch that headset eighteen times before I put it on, and there's no need to count the strokes of mascara I take on every morning.
I don't have to clean my hands the very second they feel dirty, or oily. My iPod is not something that has to be kept sterile at all times, and I won't be killed by the germs on it. My phone is just as dirty, as are my clothes.
The dining plates can be placed between each other, there's no real need to put the white ones together, and not let the blue ones touch the red ones. They are all made of the same material, and there's no need to create systems in everything. The world isn't like that, not eve
Of Gods and Demons: One"The Rookie"Of Gods and Demons: One4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ponykind had always dreamed of the great beyond, the pale moon and fiery sun that dominated the starry sky. Ever since the first Pilohippus scratched out the beginnings of civilisation in their caves and huts, the never-ending will to explore every crevasse, bridge every river, and climb every mountain drove ponykind to dominance and prosperity over their planet. As the last blank spaces on the map filled, and the population grew to bursting point, ponykind looked to the stars to find new answers.
The first tentative steps into orbit grew into leaping bounds around the system. Every planet in the Sun's warming rays was colonised, homesteads and cities grew and prospered. And yet, it was still not enough.
Secession and rebellion, colonists took up arms against the governing forces and the taxes they imposed. With self-sufficiency they also sought independence. Independence the United Equestrian Nations was not willing to give. Ponykind's fledgling empire rang wi
Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.Halo: More than Fiction4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
The World I Want To Live InI want to live in a world where no one has to come out. I want nobody to ever have to go through that emotional and physical torture. I want there to be no reason to come out. Because in this new world, it wouldn't matter! Nobody would care who another person loves, because it's love and none of their business!The World I Want To Live In4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I want to live in a world where no one cares. I want apathy, not acceptance. Because, there's no need for acceptance because there's no chance of rejection! There's nothing wrong with it, so rejection and persecution are logically ruled out. I don't want to hear this dialogue ever again "I'm gay." "Good for you!" Good for you? You don't hear "good for you" for being born with hazel eyes or being heterosexual. Honestly, there is no difference, stop perpetuating one! It's just like when a little kid gets hurt, you don't tell the kid they're hurt, because if you did, they would freak out. If we never recognize it as a difference, then there won't be one! Everybody is the
Ricepires: Special AbilitiesIn the Twilight series the so-called vampires *air-quotes* have special, additional abilities that are unique to themselves. Like, how at Coldstone you not only get ice cream (the vampirism) but you also get to choose your own mix-in. Except these mix-ins are powers and you cant choose them, they depend on your traits or skills pre-vampirizing (?). I just realized that that metaphor was pretty much useless. Anyways, *cough* I was thinking what if the vampires from Anne Rices Vampire Chronicles had unique special abilities, just cause Im crazy. But, because they already have REAL powers that do not include sparkling(are you reading this, Edward?), theirs would be more like heightened abilities. So here we go.Ricepires: Special Abilities6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Lestat: Accessorizing/ lovability
Louis: emoness/ability to tolerate Lestat for long periods of time
Armand: seduction; man, woman, or vampire it doesnt matter
Lucario Saviour - Lucario TF"Laura...Laura....LAURA!!!"Lucario Saviour - Lucario TF6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The young lady was suddenly pulled away from her peaceful sleep, and into her bedroom, the voice of her dad still echoing in the hallway. Laura sighed, trying her hardest not to fall asleep again, and slowly pushed herself off the bed, and into the bathroom. She splashed cold water all over her face, trying to shake any kind of sleepiness away. She looked at the mirror, and saw that pale face of hers, her usually shiny blue eyes now half closed and tired.
"You're ugly" she joked, taking off her pajamas and stepping into the shower.
She turned the water on, and almost immediately water started to flow from the overhead nozzle, pouring around her. The cold water made her jump at first, as it would anyone, before finally warming up. She gently massaged her body, letting the water wash away all the tiredness.
She was only in her early 20s, but she had a body that most people would find irresistible. She was around the 6ft mark, and her hair travelled to her shou
Denton Vs JensenJC Denton was walking in a dark alley, behind 'Ton Hotel. He had to do a job for the Illuminati, he had to kill one of the people who threatened the new world order. He was seen in Hell's Kitchen, asking questions about him. But he asked the wrong people. Jordan Shea called him saying that someone was looking for him. A Mech.Denton Vs Jensen5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was about to get up to the fire escape ladder, to take a look on his brothers room, when he heard something falling from the roof. He didnt have time to react when Adam Jensen landed with force beside him and knocked him of his feet. With just a thought he activated all his nano augmentations, just to be ready. It was a good move. The aggressive defensive system was beeping so loud that he was going mad, but he was content. Jensen was about to make his first bad move. The mini bombs from the claymore augmentation exploded prematurely, wounding Jensen seriously, leaving him gasping for air.
"You must be Adam Jensen. Morgan Everett says hi."
Jensen gave an angry
:ocd:You're lucky it's not that bad yet.:ocd:5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Yeah, well you don't know what I do on my own time.
On my own I let it all go. Sit on the floor and claw at mind. Turn out the lights and stare.
Then it comes to me.
You tell me to think about something else.
But everyting else on my mind just swallows up the distractions.
Do something to get your mind off it.
But it's not that easy. Honestly, the things I think about
I'm afraid to write down.
I don't want people I know to know.
Hell, I don't even want people I don't know to know.
And it's past the point where I'm scared of it.
Past the point where I hide myself because I'm afraid I'll do it.
No, no, no.
I'm at the stage where the thought of doing something drastic just makes me smile like fuck. It makes me start to think about what I'm going to do to get away with it. Makes me sit there and think about it. Now I don't know if the thoughts are causing this, or if they're calming me down.
And now I love it. I feed off it. I don't want to get over it.
Fan Fiction for the UnconvincedThis is an attempt at an informal essay on fan fiction, by a middle-aged woman who reads and enjoys fan fiction. It won’t really be a balanced argument—I will be concentrating more on what I see as the positive aspects of the genre. I’ll be using mainly examples from the Sherlock fandom, that being the fandom I’m most familiar with. (There will be some spoilers, especially for series 3, so if you haven’t seen the series yet and you intend to, it might be wise to give this essay a miss.)Fan Fiction for the Unconvinced1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why do I read fan fiction? The basic reason is exactly the same reason I read anything—some of it is of astounding quality. I think fan fiction is often saddled with the image of being written solely by beginners and being uniformly terrible. But it’s like any other kind of fiction. You have beginners, you have the competent, you have the talented and experienced. The very best fan fiction writers write at a professional standard; the very best sto
Slenderman's QueenSlenderman's QueenSlenderman's Queen3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Keep walking dear maiden, through the endless dark forest. Quickly now, find all the notes. One is on a tree, deformed and intimidating, but don't ever forget to look around for me. Hurry now, I'm getting closer. Keep running my dear, either way you'll never leave. Just stop moving, it'll all end faster. Now fair maiden, you are mine. My queen, with skin fair as snow. Your face is gone, replaced with a silver glow. Your clothing, composed of an elegant black dress, and now my White Queen, let us slaughter the rest.
Nikki and Louis Request 4 LEEELouis and Nicolas get into a catfightNikki and Louis Request 4 LEEE6 years ago in Humor More Like This
[Louis is wearing his uniform (white puffy shirt, brown breeches, boots). Nikki is wearing a black frock coat and culottes with white shirt and stockings. His hair is tied back with black ribbon]
Nikki: You know that Lestat is only attracted to you because you look like me, right?
Louis: *sarcastically* That must be why he had a daughter with me. And why our relationship outlasted yours by, oh I dont know, a few centuries? Give or take?
Nikki: We had (implied) sex.
Louis: We had a sexy reunion scene
Nikki: I can play the violin.
Louis: I own HUGE tracts of land. (sorry, Python joke)
Nikki: Im prettier.
Louis: I get more pages in his book.
Lestat: *enters the room* Now, now, boys. There is enough of moi to go around. *smiles*
Louis and Nikki: *slap lestat* YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!
Good LandingDick brushed at the folds of his blue flight suit, checking for non-existent lint. The creases were so straight that they might have been ironed with a steamroller. The pin at his breast reflected the morning sun brightly.Good Landing11 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
As he examined himself, he wondered if he shouldn't have put his Air Force uniform on instead. But no, his flight suit was more a part of himself, like the olive drab g-suit he wore when he flew T-38's, than any formal uniform. Better to wear something familiar and comfortable today of all days.
When he reached the end of the runway, Virgil was already there, slumped down in a lawn chair, dressed in his usual khaki pants and golf shirt, which was as close to a uniform that he'd tolerate nowadays. A small cooler sat beside him, and four empty beer cans were scattered at his feet.
"Where's Vladimir?" Dick asked.
Virgil looked up at him and scowled. "Over there, with the families" he said, jerking his thu
TF2 vs 40kTF2 vs 40k7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Team Fortress 2, Ork style!
Engineer: Big Mek.
Nah lissen boy, oim a mek, and dat meenz oi fix problemz. Not problemz like what is dakka, dat falls in yer own ideas of brainitude! i fix reel problems. Loike 'ow am oi gonna kill some puny 'umie in a bunka? da answer? use some gubbinz. and if'n dat dont werk? use more gubbinz. Take dis, shokk attack gun, designed boi me, made boi me, and you best hope...not pointed at yoo!
Heavy weapons guy: Flash Git
I'm a Flash git, and dis...is my weapon. It fires kustum made bullets at free fahsand shots a minnit... It costs seven 'undred teef, ta fire dis gun, for...sum seconds!
zoggin' 'ell who touched Shouty? Dats it...'OO TOUCHED MAH DAKKA?!
Sum boyz fink dey can outfink me... maybe... maybe... I've yet ta meet one dat can outfink dakka!
Soldier: Ork boy
If deres a battle to be fort, den yoo must fight!
Ghazghkull Thraka sed dat, an I fink 'e kno's a bit more abaht krumpin' dan yoo do boy, becuz 'e invented it! An' den 'e perfected it so no livin
GolemWe remember when you dug us from the riverbank, but we forgive you. The water was cold and the people had need of us.Golem3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
But though shattered, we remained on the hillside, for no people came to sweep the shards away. This too we forgive, for our eyes remained littering the ground and it allowed us to see.
We saw you crowned and we rejoiced though our own heads were shattered. We saw rings on your fingers and we applauded though our own hands were lost. We saw robes on your shoulders and we were glad, though our o
Why Murdering the Chinese is WrongMy heart was still beating a little fast as I snuck into Captain Zhao's cabin and started hacking into his computer. One of the American soldiers had heard me messing around in the medical bay and nearly caught me. They didn't know anything about the plague the ship was carrying, so I didn't want to fight them. Now, the VersaLife security from China? Oh, I was going to give them a piece of my mind. By sending bullets through theirs.Why Murdering the Chinese is Wrong4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
What's this? An e-mail from Captain Zhao's daughter? ". . .Today Some nice men came to school to see me. They said they were your friends and if there was ever a problem, they would come and get me so that I could see you. i told Mommy and she didn't seem to like it but I thought they were very nice . . ."
Oh! Oh, no! Zhao's message to Walton Simons I'd found earlier the one about taking care of his daughter took on a whole different m
Romania x Reader: Love is a Battlefield part 2Romania x Reader: Love is a Battlefield Part 2Romania x Reader: Love is a Battlefield part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
December 9, 1916
The Central Powers was able to occupy two-thirds of Romania.
Huff… Huff… Huff…
Run… Hide… They're just everywhere…!
My vision is starting to blur… They are like drugs that make me go crazy and become dependent on them…
I must fight this thirst… I must stay sane no matter what happens…! I must find a hiding place and…
Blood… I… smell… blood…
No… Get it together, Vlad! You're not going to do it…! You'll end being a monster over and over…! Control yourself…!
I'm battling with my mind right now… It's like I have two minds as the other wante
The Suicide PhotographerI am a photographer.The Suicide Photographer2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
People hate my work. You may ask why, but when you see my shots, you'll understand. My work is very controversial. I am sadly proud of my photos, for I may be the only one who's adopted this style.
I capture photos of suicide.
No matter where I go, I carry my camera with me, ready to shoot anything that may happen. There's surprisingly a lot of suicides in this city and the next city over. I've gotten beautiful shots.
The most common ones are those of people jumping from buildings. Of course, there's usually a crowd of people pleading for the person to come down, so I know right away what I am about to get. I stand to get a good perspective, hold up my camera, and snap the photo right as the person plunges to their demise. I take a couple one after the other so I make sure to get the perfect shot. People surrounding me shout at me and call me heartless.
On the contrary, I am more caring than them. That person wanted to end their life, so they had a perfect reason t
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
LiminalSome time ago, when I first started analyzing my art, I saw the metaphors embedded in it, and intuitively refined my way of introducing those metaphors into each new piece.Liminal2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But I'm starting to realize that maybe I moved away from my original purpose and I've been looking at this too narrowly.
It's not so much about the metaphors...
More importantly it's about those creatures we shall never be and the worlds we can never fully grasp with our minds.
It's about understanding this world for what it is - not in every detail, but in general - and realizing it's not enough, it's never enough.
And then I came to realize something else:
I am not an artist. Or at least it doesn't really mean that much.
What I am trying to do is merely to expand my mind beyond what is. Art is just one of the ways to do this.
I am also not entirely human... I look at myself and I am stretched and d
OrdinaryMost people fall in love with the extra-ordinary.Ordinary6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You are not most people; never for a moment try to believe you are. You stand out from the crowd, with your quiet ways and subtle humor, and, in the beginning, that's horrifying. But soon enough, you will learn to lift your eyes and set your jaw; you will learn the word no when it comes to fools; you will live emblazoned over the world like a fiery rainbow.
You will learn many, many things in the coming years.
You will learn to smile with all the vibrancy you have tucked away inside of you, and you will learn to be that other kind of beautiful. The kind that dreamers and thinkers are. You will grow your hair out - yes, down to your waist like you always dreamed - and it will tickle your elbows when you laugh. You will define your own fashion sense - not what's popular, but something entirely unknown and entirely you. And it will be more than ordinary.
You will learn to laugh and cry and love and talk. You w
Death Battle: Luffy vs. PopeyeDeath Battle: Luffy vs. Popeye2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was calm as a massive galleon cruised across the ocean's surface, its lion-head bowsprit and straw-hat wearing Jolly Roger noticeable anywhere. From its deck, one could hear merry music from a fiddle, and the members of the crew either singing or dancing along to it.
Joining them in the festivities was the captain of this ship known to all as "Thousand Sunny". That captain was none other than the famed Straw-Hat Luffy.
The song came to an end and the skeletal fiddler took a bow, his art complete. If he had a proper face, he would have smiled at the cheers.
“WOW!” Luffy said with a broad smile, “Play it again!”
Yet as the crew celebrated, a simple-looking steamboat was coming across their path up ahead. At first, the crew paid no mind to it. That all changed because, just when the skeleton