DP: The Mind of a Hero, Ch. 1The Mind of a HeroDP: The Mind of a Hero, Ch. 19 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
by Tavalya Ra
Summary: Vlad is determined to convince Danny to accept him as his father and assume a role as his protégé. Yet tampering with the younger hybrids mind to achieve this triggers a reaction more extreme than Vlad ever intended, causing an incident that permanently alters their relationship and leaves both Danny and Vlad emotionally scarred. Seven years later, Danny learns the full consequences of a mindless act for which he can never forgive himself. AU - Season Three never happened.
Rating: R, primarily for violence, but also for rape
Warnings: rape, violence, slash, MPreg, melted Dani (is that a woe or a yay?), and angst. Spoilers for everything, especially the Vlad episodes and "The Ultimate Enemy."
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman, who would probably vomit into a bucket if he knew this story existed, and by Viacom. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: This story
By and ByBy and ByBy and By10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One by one the days march by
And all I can do is sit and observe
I feel powerless as I watch you try
To make sence of the absurd
"Danny? Are you okay?" I already know what your answer is going to be, just like I know it's going to be a lie. Still, I felt it was my duty to ask.
"Fine," Came the grunt, just as I expected. I bite my lip and turn away, pretending I didn't see the bruises lining your arm even as my stomach did flips.
Who was it last night? I wonder. Who kept you up to God knows what hour, fighting? Who put those bruises there?
I chatter on about nothing to try and distract myself from these thoughts, not to mention keeping other people from noting those physical signs of your burden. As proud as I feel, I've got to admit I'm scared for you.
Who's to say one day the ghosts won't get fed up and try and revolt against you or something? You can handle them one at a time, but what about all together? Would you win that fight? Would yo
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"It's that test you were stressing about, right?" she asked, trying to smooth it out so she could read it. "Yes." Rai breathed out, trying to catch his breath. "It is. And look! Look at the corner, right up there!" He tapped the corner of the paper energetically and Mizu obliged, looking. " no way!" Right on the corner in black pen was the grade he'd gotten; 92. Rai bounced up and down excitedly. "Yes! Really! I got an A, M
in the skyThe Anguish the painin the sky4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It all goes away
As i gaze up to the sky
It all just floats away no more anger
No longer sad
Just me as i am
In the sky i see
The things that floated away
I don't need them anymore
The sorrow is gone forever more.
Fire and WaterShe lay next to him.Fire and Water9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She rested her head on his bare chest.
She let out a cool, icy breath and shut her eyes, listening to his heart beat in a soft pattern.
She wondered how she got there.
She wondered why she hadn't tried to escape.
She remembered and softly touched one, sensitive, purple-blue eye with a cool fingertip.
She lowered her hand back onto his chest.
Why did she not try to escape after that?
He abused her if she did.
He yelled at her if she did.
The old man said she was healing him.
Her eyes traveled up his bare chest to his calm face.
She could not be healing such a man.
He was too hard.
She was too brittle.
She was like porcelain; she could last for a long time, but she was easily breakable.
He stifled a sigh and pulled his head away from her peering eyes.
Her eyes softened.
She was slowly healing him.
Every shard that had been broken.
Every wound that had been made.
It was all being healed.
All being healed very slowly.
Slowly she rolled over, her back facing
Emo Love StoryHe was sad, of course,Emo Love Story8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but so was she,
a seemingly perfect match.
Love (kind of) at first sight.
They were as happy as they could be.
He was her knight in black eyeliner,
She was his ebony rose.
They shopped at Hot Topic together.
Soon, though, they grew apart.
They weren't made to be happy.
She found another boy in tight pants,
and made her old boyfriend's eyeliner run.
He felt like this was the last pain he could endure,
like his heart had been ripped out through his nose,
and all that was left was a black abyss.
No feeling, not even the sadness that made him happy.
But his wounds scarred over slowly,
and he was more Emo than ever.
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Its soft cloth skin looked almost like porcelain, it was the perfect shade of marble white. A small mouth with painted red lips. Large, polished brown eyes that twinkled with recreated life. Long, brunette curls that tumbled down its the tiny shoulders. It was clothed in the simplest, but most pleasant, of clothes. It wore a white and navy blue stripped sweater with a navy blue jumper overtop. Its long legs were in black and light purple tights. And around its tiny neck was a rosary. Even the crucified Jesus on the tiny cross was detailed, right down to the curled fingers and the shaggy hair.
It was the perfect doll, for the perfect girl.
The little girl loved this doll more than anything in the world. From the moment she had untied the ribbon to her birthday gift and the sparkled paper wrapper fell from its protecting cocoon, she had adored it completely. Its false hair was so soft, tickling against her blushing skin. Its white body w
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Elle tried to force herself to sleep, but her mind was abuzz with the events of
the day. By all intents and purposes, Mias should be able to decline the betrothal by
loving her, and they could probably convince his father they were going to marry; then he
would still be in exile... But that all depended on whether or not what Thane said was
true. Maybe Elle just needed to take one for the team. If she played along and was
believable enough, they’d all be able to live normally.
That was, unless a different heir was named. Perhaps Mias would be able to take
her and Tovi, and maybe even Th
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Despite his expressionless face, Hades was surprised at the sights around him. He walked through a white covered landscape, with bare trees that looked to be clawing against the slate grey sky. The wind was harsh, carrying cold white crystals of snow on the currents of air that brushed passed his solid, armour-clad, towering frame.
His cobalt blue eyes looked around for any life in this barren land. He didn't even see a plant or animal. However, he wasn't searching for those. He quickly walked forward, his cloak and hair sweeping behind him as he moved against the wind.
Hades had not been in the world above for years. He last walked the earth after the war with the titans, when he and his brothers were deciding who would rule which realm. He remembered that before he descended into the depths of the earth, he looked out at the sunset over the horizon, realising that he may never see the beauty that this world held ever again. Eve
PersephoneI fed herPersephone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and she cried
at every frozen sunrise
for 180 days.
With cracks in my heart
caught in my hair
I counted 180 more.
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"Camus said that the only true function of man, born into an absurd world, is to live, be aware of one's life, one's revolt, one's freedom. He said that if the only solution to the human dilemma is death, then we are on the wrong road. The right track is the one that leads to life, to sunlight. One cannot unceasingly suffer from the cold. [ ]The track he followed led into the sunlight in being that one devoted to making with our frail powers and our absurd material, something which had not existed in life until we made it." - William Faulkner on Albert Camus.
The Massacre at th
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Archibald Feeney had never considered himself an overly religious man, but he attended church every now and then, and read the gospel if there wasn’t anything good on the telly, and even said his prayers if there was a lull in his bedtime preparations. It was, however, still a bit of a shock to him when he ran face to face with his religion.
He had popped into the local pub for a fish and chips, having been late from work and disinterested in cooking. There might even be a pint in it for him, though he tried not to succumb to those urges too regularly. No more so than the vicar anyway, who stopped in every Saturday, as regular as clockwork.
It was while Feeney was nursing his lager and waiting for his meal that something came in and sat beside him. It was tall and lithe, with reddish skin that was only beginning to show signs of peeling from a mild burn. It wore no clothes, but its bottom half was clearly quite goat-like. The brown
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Oh God, how I wish she had been a whore. Some pathetic moll who let herself be roughed up and down for a few bucks, but this was no whore. I wasn't innocent; I'd seen plenty of cocottes and the looks in their eyes that craved money or men or both and I'd witnessed the haunting desperation for something better, along with a resignation to what they had. This woman—so very young—this wasn't a two-bit cyprian, down on her luck, trying to make a dollar and feed a habit.
Bruises marred her
holding on, then letting goholding on, then letting go4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holding on, then letting go
I'm holding on to
my best friends hand
dangling over fear and pain
they pull me to safety
with a smile on their face
I'm letting go of
the bad things that
have caused me so
much misery and pain
never looking back
I'm holding on to
the good things that
have happend throughout
my 16 years of life
I'm letting go of
the bad things that
I never want to think
of ever again, as they
only cause me much misery
Pages Found in an Old Dungeon My name is Nicholas. I know by now people may have already forgotten about me, but I used to be addressed as "Father Christmas" and "Santa Claus" among many other names. I suppose that I might be merely dismissed as a myth nowadays. I daresay it has been hundreds of years since I last brought treasures to a kind soul. Ah, but I have lost track of the ages in this wretched oubliette. There is not even a tinge of sunlight to indicate the passage of day.Pages Found in an Old Dungeon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I cannot fathom how I could have possibly deserved such a fate. Everyday, my stomach burns of hunger, and yet I cannot die of starvation. Simply stated, I cannot die.
I never imagined that I would detest my existence. The year was 1717 and I was the happiest man in the world. As far as occupations came, mine was a most fortunate one. Riding a sleigh harnessed to flying reindeer and delivering happiness to children on the Nice List was a pu
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She raised her palms to the sky, fingers spread, and sunk her toes into the earth. Heat-filled particles of light warmed her face and the moist cool matter softened her toes. This was life and she relished in its glory.
Nature was her mother and the ruler of the cosmos was her father. She imagined herself as a tree, her feet diving down into the rich folds of the earth, planting their roots, while her fingers extended to the heavens forming into a million branches. Leaves and flowers exploded from her branches as they begged for the gift of light from the sun.
She walked in beauty. From where she stood, a gathering of red poppies reached to her gently brushing against her calf, begging to feel her touch. She leaned forward caressing the petals with the tips of her fingers and the flowers gently kissed her face in return. She laughed. She had always imagined that poppies would make for extremely faithful friends, providing every comfort and need in times of despair, but they would alway
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It's hard to see when you use your eyes.
Problem is, I'm a liar too.
I knew exactly where to look for you.
You're living one of your lies,
As you watch through the eyes,
Of humble mediocrity.
I'm here because someone has heard your plea.
You look at me and you scream for help,
Whilst saying nothing at all and not wanting to tell.
But that's not why I came,
I'm here because of what I became.
I came because I know what you can do,
Because I was once someone just like you.
I was once like you, living a lie.
Which is why I'm here - to silence your cry.
I came because you are a danger to me,
As you watch through your humble mediocrity.
Takes one to know one and I like my privacy,
So please forgive me because I am sorry.
As I look into your dead eyes,
With the potential to see through my lies.
I killed you for you saw my grand life as it really is
- Humble Mediocrity.
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Harry stared at the new teacher who sat with Snape. He was unsure who felt more awkward, Snape who stared at his plate, fork digging into the wood of the staff table, or Holmes who obsessively looked at his phone every 3 seconds and wasn't eating anything but rather spending his time looking around the Great Hall. The two did not talk or look at each other but rather just sat awkwardly.
"Harry, stop staring." Hermione whispered sharply at him, but it was too late, both professors caught him at the exact same moment. Harry looked down at his plate, which remained full of untouched food. Harry looked at Hermione.
"I thought Snape taught Apothicarian Studies " He muttered before eating a little ham.
"He does Well did, Professor Holmes obviously took over that position." Hermione said, "I can't believe he is teaching. Last I heard he was living as a muggle and didn't want to be bothered."
"Do you know everything?" Ron asked his mouth full of the chicken he had stuffed in his
Story of a Boy and GirlThe story about a boy and girl is simple. Boy meets girl. Girl falls for boy. Boy asks girl to marry him. Girl says yes. They live happily ever after. The end. Yadda yadda yadda. It's always the same. It's always a beautiful outcome. There's always happy endings. They give you the very short outlining and never explain how it happened. Well, I'm here to tell you that. That happy-go-lucky path the boy and girl travel in the very brief translation of their story wasn't always so easy but of course, people don't want to read about pain and heartache so it's somewhat skipped over. The boy and girl had their ups and downs. They were good for each other in some aspects but in others they weren't. They nagged and poked and annoyed and laughed together. They fought viciously and they loved passionately. My point is they loved each other enough to battle the rugged terrain of their unknown path together. And they made it. When it was finally time, the boy went down on one knee and looked lovingStory of a Boy and Girl6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Truly the pink teen was shaken; never did he think that Marshall Lee the Vampire King could possibly be brought to his knees, and yet the deathless royal's life seemed very fragile all of a sudden. It made the candy prince nearly sick with worry an
Beware the FerretDramione ficletBeware the Ferret4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I don't do this for any personal gain.
Taking a break from studying for her NEWTs, Hermione went for a stroll through the halls of Hogwarts. Her eyes were caught by a flash of white; an albino ferret was lolloping along beside her. She stopped to look at it, and it stood on its hind legs, looking back. "Aw, aren't you a pretty boy," Hermione cooed as she reached out and stroked its sleek fur, "Who do you belong to?"
The ferret jumped nimbly on her arm, running up to her shoulder and playing with her hair. It dived inside the neckline of her blouse, and Hermione giggled and squirmed when it stuck nose and paws inside her bra. "That tickles!"
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the place to tell you i souled
your nightmares to the devil's
mother for three dollars & six
sensethe same price as your
misshapen cardiomuscles. or
that one time i went
skydiving with your ego,
crashing dead autopilots
in the middle of the ocean.
my pulmonary vessels sunk
as phantom limbs stretched
towards the maudlin dreamcatcher
hanging over your gallows bedpost
the knots in my noosestomach
tied tight strangled my ideas &
my desires became penetrated
by my own incubus. i didn't rig
your parachute, i swear to god.
i swear to anygod who will listen
i'm asleep; telepathic trespassing:
i am a terrorist; i flew astral planes
into the san
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She rises to her feet as he nears on horseback, her tiny frame hunched over, a crooked wooden cane clutched in her weathered hand.
"Won't you buy a rose, my lord?" She asks, her voice a low cackle that crawls over his skin.
He glares down into her white eyes, the eyes of a blind woman, and the stench of sickness reaches his nose. Her hood falls back from her face, revealing her blistered lips and her ashen skin, marred with the spots of disease.
"Get away from me, peasant." He shouts, disgusted.
She bends one crooked arm and reaches into her basket, pulling out a long stemmed rose, the bud shriveled and black, the petals dry and brittle.
"Please, my lord," she begs, her eyes brimming with tears. "I am but a poor and hungry old woman, with no home or family to speak of."
She lifts the rose towards him, ambling closer, when suddenly she trips and stumbles into t