REPO: Et In Arcaerdia Ego, Chapter IREPO: Et In Arcaerdia Ego, Chapter I5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA: ET IN ARCÆDIA EGO
Chapter I: "Plaga Medicus"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Dr. Juan Guerrero read that headline splashed across the front page of a discarded copy of the magazine, Vanity and Vein:
WHO IS THE PLAGUE DOCTOR?
The infamous Repo Man an urban legend, a figment of the mind's eye, a ghoul, a boogeyman was sketched upon the cover, with a pair of hollow, soulless eyes and a long, vulturine beak and a dramatic, flowing cape. It was amusing really, as it looked nothing like him. Artists are a strange and imaginative lot, but not very smart.
Guerrero tossed the magazine into the gutter, studying it roll along with the other trash the wind carried. He turned on his holographic watch:
It was time. Would she come?
Turning the corner, a woman, fresh and beautiful, pranced down the half-lit all
Sample :: Enter SodomonSample :: Enter Sodomon9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
[The forest path was probably the safest way for them, but lucky for Radian, Lesendra knew a better trail.]
I couldn't understand it, suddenly I was in a land that was as vast as my eyes could see. How could someone feel safe, feel normal when you can never see the end of the horizon? This girl didn't seem bothered at all by this, her and her people are very, very strange.
"No, its best if we dont move through the thick brush, horses dont move well through it. I know of a better trail." Lesendra said as she pointed further towards the suns shield.
[Suns shield means 'south', since in Radian's belief, the sun is a soldier of the sky that patrols the world every day. If you head west, you head towards the suns back, if you head east, its towards the front, if you head north, you head towards his sword. The sun carries his sword in his right hand and his shield in his left.]
The Wrath of the Conquerors Chapter 1Eva sat in her bedroom, polishing her bloody sword. The adolescent smiled at it fondly, setting it down so she could work on cleaning her combat boots. However, she soon abandoned the project after realizing the boots were too caked in unidentifiable bodily fluids to be cleaned without the help of a jackhammer. She ran a hand through her black and blue hair and stood up, strolling out of her room with her shoes and sword in tow.The Wrath of the Conquerors Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey Wen!" she shouted as she trudged down the stairs. "Anything on the radar?"
"Nope," replied a diminutive, bespectacled teen as he looked up from a TV-like device. He wearily rubbed his eyes and returned them to the screen. Without warning, the device began emitting a high-pitched whine. Both of the teens clapped their hands over their ears.
"Looks like you spoke to soon, eh?" Eva joked, kicking the machine until it stopped its incessant beeping.
"Hey! Don't hurt my baby," Wen yelled in mock horror. He looked over at the radar. "Scout ship in quadrant fiv
Mandarin's ExileMandarin's Exile5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Robot's last armed pillar exploded as Nova yelled, "Lady Tomahawk!"
The six simians landed on the ground as the poles sank back, retreating. Mandarin was the first to speak. Actually, it was a compliment, which for some reason was in these days very rare. "Good job, team. Recover and meet me in the Control Center in ten minutes." That last sentence sounded a little more like Mandarin.
Ten minutes later, Otto was the last to sit in his spherical seat, having applied the finishing touches to his halfway completed HyperBuggy. Mandarin had abandoned his normal pristine white seat for the center of the room. All of the chairs had swiveled to face him, and all eight eyes in the room were fixated on him. The Hyperforce carefully studied Mandarin's face. To all but those who knew him exceptionally well, his face was set in an inscrutable mask. But to the Hyperforce, a strange emotion was inscribed on his face, clear as crystal, yet it was an emotion they had never seen on their leaders' fa
Other Countries Hate BieberOther Countries Hate Bieber3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Alright I found this In a someone's signature. Please do this you will literally roll on the floor laughing your ass off.
Ok step #1) Go to google translate, Easy enough right?
Step #2) Type in "Will Justin Bieber ever hit puberty"
Step #3) Translate from English to Vietnamese
Step #4) Copy & Paste Vietnamese Words
Step #5) Translate Vietnamese to English
Step#6) Translate Vietnamese to Japanese
Step#7) Translate Japanese to English
Step#8) Die from laughter .
ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bear . Wolf, eagle. Always these beasts could turn the hunter into prey. Hurron knew this, it was a knowledge his father taught him well on his first bleeding of the snow.
Up in the cold you keep these three rulers in mind at all times, especially at the winters end, for wolf is still rabid with winters hunger. Bear awakens from its slumber sharing the same thought as the wolf, and northern eagles, they are always a threat. In time, they learned to wound their prey and watch it bleed to death. Yes, three ruled the mountains, but on the day of bleeding of the snow, they were all prey
Hurron pretended to be sleeping, while he watched his son standing guard by the fire. Boy has grown strong, stronger than the old wives of the village have foreseen. However, that was not surprising. Hurron never looked kindly on the self-proclaimed prophets. Fate is what one makes of it, and his
Bleach OC: Yorushi NiiroBleach OC: Yorushi Niiro4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Yorushi Niiro
Age: 1789 (Appears to be in his late-twenties)
Alliance: 13th Division Captain (Captain of the Kido Corps)
Appearance: Captain Yorushi is a very prim and proper Shinigami who stands at precisely 6' tall. Niiro has a very slim body, feminine facial features, cropped brown hair, and perfect skin that puts most female Shinigami to shame. While he doesn't attempt to enhance these qualities with products or regimens, there aren't many people who can say they know someone who looks quite like him. Unfortunately his appearance also causes some to downplay his strength in battle. How could a man who looks so fluid and feminine hold a sword with any real confidence? Such doubt has caused the downfall of many of his opponents, and in recent years Niiro has learned to use such misconceptions to his advantage. This, along with his surprising skills with Kido, has cautioned other Shinigami not to make simi
Okada Ayano: Pt. 2Okada Ayano: Pt. 22 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Zanutpakō Name: Shōtotsu Ken no Chō (Butterfly of the Clashing Swords)
Zanpakutō Appearance: Ayano's Zanpakutō is of a particularly rare breed, and its uniqueness has often been cited as the source of the Captain's flawless swordplay by those who study Shinigami weapons. It takes the form of two completely separate katana. This alone is quite uncommon, being a cause for celebration when an individual exhibits such a sought-after manifestation of their inner power. Ayano's, however, is stranger still. While most dual-bladed Zanpakutō represent two inner spirits that function both simultaneously and separately, hers are only tied to one, Shōtotsu Ken no Chō. Scholars, baffled by this fact, spent many decades questioning how a lonesome entity could manifest itself in two separate places at once, leaving no physical connection between the katana. They have a similarly difficult time knowing whether to call her blades by singular or plur
You are my other half,amoreYou are my other half,amore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pulled your shirt to my body,unzipped,
To the beat of your heart.
Your head was close to my face.
You smiled,your lips almost on mine.
Having your arms around me is what I live for.
I looked at your eyes and asked "why".
Why here,why now,why me?
I like the scent of your hair,
And I absolutely love your cigarette's smoke,
In my hair,on my lips,between your fingers.
Our bodies intertwined,it just feels right.
I adore your whisper on my ear,makes me feel safe.
Your warm breath on my neck,mixed with your kisses
Makes my body loose control. You drive me crazy.
My soul is so close to yours,never let me go.
I need you,your lips fit on mine.
Your fingers in my hair,and my fingers in your hand.
I love when I feel your heartbeat.
It makes me feel like I belong in there.
Never give me up.
Hold me in your embrace,I need you,amore.
It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So long ago began
the ever growing free for all,
The all you can eat,
dog eat dog world,
are the simplistic struggles.
So out of hand,
that solutions become
straight out and down
from the kitchen above,
down the slip n' slide
through the caverns
of mishaps and mistakes,
I bet it tastes like regret,
and the buyer's remorse,
Reap what you sew say
the teeth of the demon,
With every bite sinks
in a shame filled saliva.
"Maybe we'll slow them down!"
Say the so called thinkers...
I can't help but think against them,
but what do I know?
I'm just a common crumb in the trough.
Above Heaven watches,
restricted by the local law
to keep the peace...
nothing is ever done,
but to keep the balance.
TMD, Character - FlynnTMD, Character - Flynn3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Unknown, though judging by the tales he has to tell, he’s no spring chicken.
A black cat. No, seriously. Four legs (four paws), a tail, a quantity of well-groomed black fur, bright green eyes, bushy whiskers, a pink little nose, and a great many sharp white teeth which he has a habit of displaying in a most un-catlike grin. He stands about nine inches tall at the shoulder, and has a patch of white fur on his chest that’s shaped roughly like a star – well, most of the time. It morphs. Into such things as smiley faces and a fist with the middle finger upraised.
Flynn’s single most remarkable feature is a pair of exceedingly long, exceedingly floppy ears which make him look like someone transplanted half a rabbit onto the top of his head. They prick up when he’s interested, weave circles around his head when he’s thinking, and on one memorable occasion, tied themse
Hell.I never believed in Hell,Hell.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Until you came along.
You launched a dark demon down my spine,
leaving me breathless
as your breath is on my skin.
I linger for your cold touch
as your bruises cover your skin
like trophies of failures.
My veins feel hot,
too hot as my heart beats under my aching chest
as your gaze makes me feel like collapsing.
You've always made me feel weak.
Knockout On Facebook 2Knockout > Acree: I just saw this photo and it made me think of you, my dearKnockout On Facebook 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Knockout > Optimus Prime: I just have to know, where DO you get your rims?
Optimus Prime: uh
Knockout: come now, Prime, you have killer rims. Don't be so shy, love
Optimus Prime: I..uh..um..
Acree: just tell him so he will move on .
Optimus Prime: but..I..ugh
Knockout: so..when's the wedding?
Optimus Prime: WHAT!
Knockout: very happy for you both
Knockout> Starscream: finally your on facebook! This place is so much fun!
Knockout: .dammit what's with these..uh..faces?
Starscream: your kidding right?
The BalloonShe hated him so much that she wanted to love him. She wanted to love him more than anything in her life. She wanted to wrap him up in her arms and promise to keep him forever.The Balloon2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But they tell her to leave him. "We know his type," they say. "The minute you begin to care about him, he leaves you forever and you'll be left to pick up the pieces."
She knows that they're right. She holds him by a string while he's miles above her. She loathes him, but her heart races every time she thinks of letting go of the string. She closes her eyes and the minute she opens them, she has to frantically reach for him.
Purple shadows grow beneath her eyes and blisters form where she has him tied at her wrist.
"Let him go," they whisper as they try to loosen him from her arm.
She shuffles, sleepy-eyed through the park, dragging him along behind her. A woman runs up behind her and points to the string.
"He is absolutely lovely. You're very lucky to have him miss," the woman says.
She begins to remove him fro
How to Properly Use the ForumsHow to Properly Use the Forums10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
It has come to my attention that many people, for whatever reason (a lack of brain cells and surplus of watching MTV perhaps), don't know how to correctly go about the deviantART forums. Whether the said deviant doesn't know about the forums beyond the Deviants Forum; couldn't tell you what the word "etiquette" means if it kicked them in the ass; or just cannot find that silly, little "Reply" link, there is always someone out there having trouble with the forums which will always result in a flame. As hilarious and entertaining the flames may be, it is something that could be easily be avoided. However, the deviant must be willing to learn if they are going to ever grow to become an accepted member of the forums. So, to help prevent this, I have put together an easy (unless you're that dense) guide to the forums.
1. Gather knowledge
This step is a must if you wish to avoid being flamed or just looking like a dumbass. By reading this guide, you've taken a first step in acquiring
Meaning Is Yours.Meaning Is Yours.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you had wings, would you fly? Would you spread your quivering feathers and take flight to worlds unknown? Would your heart beat as fast as your wings against the wind? Would you fly alone or with brethren? What path would you take across the skies and why?
If you had paws, would you run? Would the pads of your feet and the sharpness of your claws beat against the earth below? Would you nurture your young in the warmth of your den, leaving only at night to engage in the eternal hunt of the prey? Would your pack of friends guard your back like they guard their own life, or would you slink alone in the darkness, content to scavenge a living off of the backs of others?
And if the sea was known as your home, would you stay in the shallows; in the safety of the sight of the sun? Or would you dare to probe the dark and unfathomable depths that lay just beyond the shoreline. Would you use your strong body, and lithe fins to propel you forward into that unknown abyss? Where dark shapes swim
To make you happy Sly x CarmTo Make You Happy: Sly x Carmelita FanficTo make you happy Sly x Carm4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they all belong to Suckerpunch. Also, Sly and Carm are human. With tails and ears, though. Oh, and they are younger. Please read and comment!
Sly Cooper is springing from rooftop to rooftop, feeling the night's fresh air. The night is cool, and the bright stars shine above him, giving Sly enough light to see where he is going. Sly is not really going anywhere, though. He wants to watch people from the streets, watch the stars in harmony with the moon. Sly closes his eyes as he jumps to one rooftop, feeling the wind in his fur. He lands safe and sound on the other rooftop and keeps running. His legs are so long he moves easily and quietly.
But Sly stops suddenly when he listens to crying on one of the roofs. A female's crying, he is so certain. The crying is very silent, but he jumps to the next rooftop to see who's crying.
Sly's mouth opens wide when he sees Carmelita sitting on t
this ain't a movie.I stare through the window atthis ain't a movie.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
weak tree branches
being whipped by rain and
trying to 'understand' the
MoonburntCarelessly,Moonburnt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she sleeps with the window opened
and the nighttime's sun,
that isn't quite a star,
paints her face and neck
with a strange,
and deposits a burning desire
to absorb it all.
University (Almost) HaikuGoing to universityUniversity (Almost) Haiku2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to get my degree
The Warrior's CurseThe Warrior's Curse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emerald green and flashing red
The battlefield among the dead
The hated foe so vile indeed
Plentiful as rivenweed
The foolish orks; they should have fled
The battlefield among the dead
For like the wind came Mereton
And crimson did the rivers run
Red pools by glistening rivers fed
The battlefield among the dead
With striking claw and venomous sting
The air itself did seem to sing
As tattered orks fell dry, and bled
On the battlefield among the dead
Screams of anger filled the night
To behold a war is quite a sight
His wings of darkest fury spread
'Cross the battlefield among the dead
Armor bent and broken here
Mereton fought devoid of fear
Not to return, he remained instead
On the battlefield among the dead
Maiocht: Chapter 1Maíocht PART 1: Myrddin Wyllt - An Pasáta CaiteMaiocht: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Tá mo voghrá.”
“Ná leso dhéscomh!”
I had feared that this would happen. Fear; what is fear but the inexplicable notion that worse things are yet to come? No, perhaps I hadn’t feared this. Honestly, my heart said that this would have a much more successful outcome. Maybe if I had, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Looking back, I wonder what I could have done differently.
* * *
“Moooooooom,” I whined as I attempted to rip my iPod away from my older sister. “Make Caitlin give me my iPod back!”
Our mother shot my sister one of her ‘don’t make me come back there’ looks, and she reluctantly shoved the music player into my chest.
‘You’re such a little whiner,’ she mouthed.
My only response was the tip of my tongue protruding from my mouth.
“You would think,” my father commented. “That at f
Porch Swingi. It's December,Porch Swing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the warm part of winter
snow is a blanket
and the fireplace crackles.
We eye the elephant-package
covered in crumpled birthday paper.
The paper flies
beneath it we gasp,
and the boys and girls
smile and take our picture.
ii. We're safe
from the April showers
beneath the roof of our porch.
We swing back and forth
for the first time.
I place my head
in the crevice
between your shoulder
and your neck.
We talk for two hours
about the azaleas.
iii. Our daughter's
runs through the sprinkler
watering the dry August grass.
She sits in the middle
on our cheeks
iv. You were the one
who wanted the apple trees.
We eat Honeygolds,
though we ought to wait
You stand up
to get another one,
from the lowest branch.
I stay on the porch
and pick at the peeling paint
on the arm of the swing.
v. By February,
has gone and passed,
and I didn't get
BombsIBombs4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Running through my veins,
Like marathons, it rolls
Down my spine
Up again along that line
Heading towards the crook of my neck
I got to make sure
That I'm all set and checked
Like the bomb I am.
Because this heart
Is just too big
And this soul
Is too large
For this small,
Body to take.
Take them down
Take them all down
Because this world spins too fast
And I can't make it last.
It's too loud for you guys to take
The ringing in your ear might make it break.
It's just fascinating!
Thousands of pieces fly
Making their places in the earth, wind, waters, and sky.
My words are that powerful
I will reach you with my lines
I don't need any other sign
Before I blaze
Ten years old
Nine years to come
Eight years gone
Seven years lost
Six years remembered
Five years forget
Four years gone
Three years my return.
Two years done.
There is always one more year to go.