The RiftStory is below.The Rift4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Please read if you want to.
And please don't bash if you hate it.
John and Rose Chapter 1: His ReturnJohn stood in an empty kitchen. It was about 8:00am and all his friends were still sleeping. This was the usual morning routine. Get up before everyone else, get dressed, have breakfast and then wait for everyone else to get up. He looked around the kitchen. He was quite proud of himself, for he and his friends had built this house. But standing in this kitchen, it reminded him of his father. His DEAD father. He had died on his 13th birthday. Killed by the one and only, Jack Noir. His father loved to bake. Spent mostly his entire life in a kitchen... John's mind filled up with painful memories.John and Rose Chapter 1: His Return4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He hoisted himself up onto the kitchen counter, then fixed his glasses that had fallen slightly down his nose. He couldn't deny that he missed his father very much and he could tell that his eyes were tearing up. He jumped off the counter, about to leave the memory filled kitchen, when he felt a light touch on his shoulder. John jumped when he saw Rose. He quickly wiped off his tears with his sl
What am I doing wrong? A guide to character designHello again, lovelies.What am I doing wrong? A guide to character design4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Now, I have noticed that there seem to be a lot of design conflicts on the site regarding that someone has *le gasp!* copied your character. Oh, the humanity! How dare they?! How dare they also have a character set who are only black, white, and red because that makes them so deep and edgy. How dare their animal also have a star/heart/diamond on its forehead? How dare they make a character with rainbow legs/tails?! How dare they have a fursona with a "dark" side when they become enraged? How dare their sparkle fursona be black with lime green, hot pink, and cyan markings?! How. Fucking. Dare. They?!
So, you call them out on their obvious theft of your character, and then things get spicy. You get barraged by an army of white knights. You send your white knights after their white knights. Then, when all that is going on, you get a nice, big taste of "trolling" because you're all probably worked up and obsessi
Tea BrownIt was all about finding those edges where the shore metTea Brown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
took a trip at first, a little dip to test the water, tea-brown and murky
but swimming was easy and keeping one hand on land
was like trying to climb a mountain of sand
and the tide, a rip, took us out to sea
It was all about keeping your head above the water
because you'd never see the monsters underneath in that lightless place
but they could only get you when you got tired or
when it got too hard to escape that place
deep-space diving got dangerous
It was all about coming up for air to fill your lungs
and trying to keep the hair out of your eyes even though you couldn't see
it felt safer, like running at night, faster and silent
but the only way was down and deep
with all the added weight
It was about remembering what floating was like back when you could always
put your feet down and walk out when you were done swimming
or when the water got too cold or when you just needed
to get someplace dry but now every direction is
Birthday With CthulhuIt came in the deepest stirrings of my subconscious, a kind of shudder in the recesses of my soul. In a dreamlike state I slept and walked along those dripping, greenish soap-stone monoliths as old as time, dread waking in the pit of my flesh. A voice, eons old trembled in the depths, waking the stars and galaxy dust from their slumber as the heavens shook and sunlight fell away into darkness. He was calling me.Birthday With Cthulhu4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mad seas rolled in strange lullabies, and mourning-cloak moths flew with hollow eyes towards the moon. I was a helpless puppet at his beckoning, stumbling in a dream towards the terrible eyes, the cruel mouth, the wicked, monstrous head that spoke of strange beings that the dead wept over. Alien things from another world that the earth cloaked to herself like a terrible secret best left forgotten or abandoned to the utterings of mad men.
The ether held its breath, and supernovas swallowed themselves into black holes. The creature lifted a great, swollen hand from the oceani
Your lifePeople will be there at every corner to criticize youYour life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To push you around
Laugh at you
Break your trust
But you cannot lose hope m'dear
Because it's a test
A test which will be a bit lengthy
But when it finishes
The results will be great
Life is a test
No matter how hard it gets
No matter how many times you fall
I'll be there to pick you up
Make you strong
And support you
Till the very end
Because this world is just a mere illusion
In the end you'll be the only one you can trust
So why care what others think
Do what makes you happy
And live your life to the fullest
Because you get only one chance to live it
So why not make the most of it?
I'll wait for youOh master I'll wait here until you come back.I'll wait for you4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I promise I won't move so that you'll be able to find me.
I can't wait until we are a team again; I miss my friends and you so much.
When you come back I want to show you this new cheer I came up with, I know you'll like it.
It doesn't matter how long it would take, I'll stay here and wait for you.
I remember the last words you spoke to me. "Plusle stay here, I promise I'll come back. Just wait here, okay?" I smile at you and you returned the favor, you have the warmest smile that just brightens up my day. I don't know why you left me here but I trust you have a good reason. I'm sorry that I lost the battle and you didn't get that nice shiny badge, I'll do better next time alright?
Is that why you told me to stay here? Do you want me to get stronger for you? I would do anything for you, that's my goal in life. I love your smile; I can't wait to see it again. I hate it when I fail, you would always get mad at me which makes your smile
ParasiteA shy tiny little bug pokemon stood still, hidden in a rotten tree trunk looking at me with its round and shiny eyes, and carefully watching every movement I made.Parasite4 years ago in Horror More Like This
I grabbed my pokedex and pointed it at the little fellow.
"Paras, the Mushroom Pokémon. As its body grows large, oriental mushrooms called tochukaso start sprouting out of its back."
The little pokemon slowly stepped out of its hiding, revealing the two small young mushrooms on its back. I took advantage of this moment to call out my jigglypuff to fight him. The poor thing looked so weak, shy and defenseless that I didn't want to go harsh on it, so I simply put it to sleep and without further attacking it, I threw a pokeball at it.
1, 2, 3 clicks and it was caught - quite an easy catch to be honest.
Over time we learned to know and love each other, he was a really sweet little buddy.
He was kind and caring, but also very shy. He hated all forms of violence so I didn't make him fight. He'd cry when I was sad and smile wh
AdieuStrangling myself with this silence,Adieu3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am one rung closer
with every little death descending deeper
into Gehenna's bowels,
brandishing a soul through drawn eyes
and watching it all burn.
A plea for deliverance
stretches thin over this thrust
my masochist thirst insists.
If asphyxia is Heaven,
my throat is the horizon.
You can't sever midnight sky from sea,
the black from the blue.
Rolling back on my spine serpentine grande,
I at last experience revelation.
To dream in grayscale and melancholy
is to never suffer disappointment
at the hands of Life's disastrous folly.
I feast upon the fruit of despair
its seed binding me like Persephone
to Hades' throne.
If I die before I wake,
I need not pray no more.
There was a time when songs rang out on high
in glorious appraisal
for lettings of blood, conflagration
of flesh and bone.
Every man was equal under the Gods' gaze,
gaining favor through slaughter.
I see priests eviscerate the sheep,
I see flames 'round the martyr creep.
Insanity The Twisted TruthsInsanity5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Straight Out Lies
Raise Your Soul To Me And
Caught Up In Insanity.
Speak The Truth From Your Lips
And Caught Up In Insanity.
Live In It,Die In It
Destoy It, Rebuild It
Make Love To It, Lave It Alone,
Oh, Caught Up In Insanty.
Instability: Chapter 1The first freak-out session came a few days later. Who knew a broom closet would be the perfect setting to break down in a psychotic fit?Instability: Chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What survivors there were-- including, to his own amazement, Sam himself-- had been packed up aboard the air craft carrier and were currently en route to Diego Garcia via the Red Sea, making the week long journey back to the Indian island. Autobots-- the battered, the torn, and the recently resurrected-- had all been granted ample steerage space among the cargo housed below deck. It was the only place large enough for them to move around in. There was always the deck, of course, but after the first night the brass skittishly nibbled their fingernails and requested (ordered) that they remain out of sight and away from the danger of being spotted by the very sattelites that had previously afforded the Decepticons all the information they could ever want. Ever pragmatic, the Autobots had agreed.
The human left-overs were boxed into pre-existing quarters
The Cosplay Commandments1. Thou shalt treat cosplay as the art form that it isThe Cosplay Commandments4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2. Thou shalt be in character when in costume
3. Thou shalt attempt to create as much of their costume as possible
4. Thou shalt put effort into their creations
5. Thou shalt pass on the cosplay love to future generations
6. Thou shalt not be an elitist
7. Thou shalt respect different types of cosplayers
8. Thou shalt not confuse particular fashion types with cosplay
9. Thou shalt not confuse 'dressing up' with 'cosplay'
10. Thou shalt protect the name and reputation of cosplay
If Things Were Different 1 :EriSol:Blood. All you see is blood.If Things Were Different 1 :EriSol:4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Magenta, jade, a bit of yellow. You can't take it. Its swirling around in your head, making your thoughts confused and muffled.
He can't be dead. He just can't be.
You are Eridan Ampora and you just killed the one that you have been flushed for your whole life.
You walk up to him. He's slouched against the wall, his eyes closed. If there wasn't that trail of mustard blood behind his head, you would've thought he was sleeping.
No time for fantasies now.
You stop, inches away from his face, and you kiss him, hoping that somehow, he will be revived.
As the Prince of Hope, you now know that all hope is lost.
You want to cry, scream, yell. Pull out a full tantrum right here in the core. You step back, purple tears spread across your face. You feel greasy blood slip beneath your feet, causing you fall, magenta and jade smeared into your vision.
Dammit blood, why?
You slowly get up, careful not to slip again, and step onto the transportalizer. You
beta physicsi.beta physics3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rain wrapped impatience around your roof,
bored through the wood like a thousand million termites
(or one you-sized termite, blind, breathless)
and seeped from the cold clockwork like battery acid.
you lived in a widow's closet -
a house swarmed with antiques
that collapsed in their own gravity
and combusted -
and then you lived in widow's charcoal.
"galaxies are either lovers or termites," she mused.
(earlier, her fingernails bored into my back
Hubble's thousand million stars, all drops of acid
branding my spine.)
"they are drawn to each other for years
and in an instant, once together,
eat themselves alive."
craneo de un caballoSoon it was clear that the mooncraneo de un caballo6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was a horse's skull,
and the air, a dark apple.
The gearshift shudder of
a heavy-laden truck fades,
all the while, the
sustained drone of bees;
past their prime and sluggish,
their wings cannot be stilled.
A dull glint behind the eyes
of a yoked pair of oxen,
standing at a crossroad
between myself and the fields
that bake in the August
of a Spanish sun,
waiting for the
hammer and anvil to sing,
for the echoing refrain
of rifle shots beyond
a stand of distant trees
shimmering from spent cartridges
in the waning afternoon
of your exquisitely curved spine.
Watch me for the chance to win 200 pointsWatch me for the chance to win 200 points3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
There are a lot of contests out there with lots of rules and requirements so i thought to hell with it. the only requirment is to watch me. I will be picking a new watcher at random on DEC 30th 2012.
also if you could sumit it to groups
Simple contest. All you have to do is watch me for the chance to win 200 points.
Open Dec 2nd 2012.
Close Dec 30th 2012.
Coffee StainsDress shoes click on the streets laid slick with cinnamon and wasted airCoffee Stains3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's sugar on your lipstick, darling; a dangerous affair.
You chose coffee
Like you chose romance
Just for the idea of romance; cream and smoked wood swirling around in your cup,
And steam curling up into the atmosphere like the locks in his hair.
Tantalisingly dark and hauntingly aromatic
You craved it
You mocked the raven that eyed you from its branch out in the blustering courtyard and
You didn't even like the taste.
The silver curve of the teaspoon showed your warped reflection like a deathly omen
It showed the line of your neck and each glittering pearl
The hanging clock on the wall, for all its carved hearts and varnished oak
Couldn't quite drown out the tolling
Pendulum swinging by your ear as you ran your hand along the creases in the leather seat
The sweet, too-strong perfume mingling with the scent of the
Dark black coffee
Much as the gold around his wrist had
KARKAT X T3R3Z1Karkat Vantas carefully climbed up that ladder that led to his friend, Terezi Pyrope's house among the trees. He didn't seem to be in his normal, grouchy mood today, so he decided to spare that time with Terezi. But no matter how happy he was, he still couldn't STAND being up so high. How could she live like this? He thought to himself. He shrugged and observed the scalemates that hung from the tree branches around him. It was a colorful, but creepy sight.KARKAT X T3R3Z14 years ago in Romance More Like This
When he finally got to the door, he reached out and knocked, hoping she was home.
She didn't answer.
He knocked again, this time yelling "TEREZI? TEREZI, ITS ME, KARKAT!"
Terezi Pyrope had been discussing important matters with Senator Lemonsnout, when she heard a crude knock at the door. Smelling the faint scent of cherries, she immediately knew it was Karkat. Terezi quickly glanced around the room. It wasn't a pretty sight.
Scalemates were scattered everywhere, red chalk and chalk dust were piled in ra
The Last Tube of ToothpasteThe Last Tube of ToothpasteThe Last Tube of Toothpaste5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The very last tube of toothpaste
lying there gathering dust.
Doing nothing but going to waste,
Does it feel lonely?
The single last tube of toothpaste
Great age it attains
From it's former glory disgraced
and emptied out, mostly,
except for the few globs it contains
The simply last tube of toothpaste
How did it come to its fate?
Perhaps everyone left
to leave it bereft
and forever to wait.
The completely last tube of toothpaste
sitting there, in a hush
Looks to its side
and is joyed to confide
that next to it
is the very last toothbrush.
Espada Guide Part 1: MeetingHello! I am the new Espada >.<Espada Guide Part 1: Meeting5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have been asked by Aizen (...sama...-.-) to document what it's like to be a new Espada! Just so he doesn't have to plough through a load of crap when new Espadas come on! So here is my diary! >.
It Was Love, Not Lust-Side 2Murdoc stared down at the thinner man, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "Wot did yew just say?" He hissed.It Was Love, Not Lust-Side 25 years ago in Sketches More Like This
2D gave him an odd look, as though not understanding his reaction. "Jus' 'at I love yew, Muds." A smile crossed the younger's face as he leaned in for a kiss, confused further when Murdoc released his warm grip on the singer and stepped back.
The bassist glared at him, baring his fangs slightly. "Yew wot?" He growled.
"Ah.. love yew?" Stu's smile faded to a nervous frown as he searched Murdoc's eyes.
Murdoc's glare only harshened. "No." He replied in a low, flat growl, not lessening his intense glare as tears started forming in 2D's large, black holes. A sickening feeling came over Murdoc as he stared into those dark eyes. Eye's he'd fractured. Eyes that'd caused the younger unbareable pain because of him.
"Mu'doc, I-" He began, tears of frustration and rejection welling up in his eyes.
"No." The tears only served to remind him of all the times he'd beaten the man until he
Deutsche Namen - German NamesDeutsche Namen - German Names3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the modern Germany, the real old germanic names are said to be old-fashioned and so they´re
starting to die out with the new generations. The Germans give their babies usually foreign names.
Hebrewish: Daniel, Michael, Anna, Maria, Magdalena...
Latin: Markus, Viktoria, Felix, Maximilian...
Old-Greek: Lukas, Sophia, Stefan, Katharina...
French: Chantalle, Agnes, Andre...
And today more and more English: Kevin, Justin, Mandy, Jenny, Jason...
Also very short names are "trendy" like: Tim, Tom, Max, Mia...
The Germans begin to lose a part of their identity and tradition and replace their names
with foreign ones, a very bad trend that could wipe out all real germanic names soon.
The Germans think the names of their grandparents sound bad, what a mess...
The old germanic names were mostly constructed of two words, for example Siegfried is made of
Sieg (victory) and Fried(en) (peace).
Meaning of the germanic names:
Name of an animal (wolf, eagle, bear...):
Gorillaz Slash Chapter 42D wondered around Kong Studios searching for Noodle or Murdoc or both. He was left to clean up the mess that both him and Murdoc made. Needless to say Murdoc wouldn't have really helped him anyways. But that wasn't what was bothering him. Noodle caught them having sex. Sure she was older and understood those kinds of things but that wasn't the point. Murdoc and 2D have kept these things secret. And when she caught them, it was with a camera. What if she showed their drummer and good friend Russel Hobbs? Worse, what if she showed the media? Without realizing it the famous singer quickened his pace. It wasn't like he was ashamed of what they were doing. If anything he'd feel less guilty if they didn't have to hide it any longer. But he was more then sure that Murdoc Niccials felt very different about it. For that matter he threatened 2D various times thought the dented head singer never understood why he threatened him over something like that. All Murdoc had to do was ask him not to teGorillaz Slash Chapter 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This