White NoiseAs he regained consciousness, in the slow hangover-y way near asphyxiation will do to a body, Medic noticed two things of major importance.White Noise6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
One: it was silent. No throaty bear-chuckle from Heavy, no bickering between Demo and the insane firebender. Not even the usual laughably pathetic flirtations of “Avatar” Scout in his attempts to woo Miss Pauling.
Even after living the metropolis that was the Northern Water Tribe, Medic was used to living surrounded by sound. Wherever he was waking up now was unnervingly quiet. It took something special to make the master waterbender uneasy.
Two: Medic could smell a very familiar scent. Faint but distinct, coppery, slightly rotten from sitting too long in open air but intoxicating in its familiarity.
Something was bleeding.
Medic could only hope it wasn't himself that was the one bleeding. His luck when it came to avoiding injuries wasn't all sunshine and Dove-moths since hooking up with the latest incarnation of T
Deviant Guild : Angel's StoryDeviant Guild : Angel's Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Deviant Guild - Angel's Story
June 10th, 20XX
The war of people versus SCRAPs (God I hate that word with a passion), is getting more and more bloody as time goes on. Ignoring the horrific fact that every SCRAP that goes into government care is either put down like dogs or dissected (sometimes both), I wonder if people truly realize the darker ramifications of the SCRAPs' arrival.
Too many characters aren't aware of what they are. I and a great majority of my Guildmates were quite lucky to have granted our characters fourth wall awareness. Those who weren't aware of their true existence before their sudden arrival into our world suffer a type of survivor's guilt, an existential crisis unlike any the world has seen before. After all, how would you feel if you were thrust into an alien world and told that all you knew, all that you were was the result of a person's imagination?
It's no surprise that suicide rates for SCRAPs are insanely high. Not high enough though, to satis
Super Mario RPG 2 Chapter OneSuper Mario RPG 2 Chapter One8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Super Mario RPG 2
By Angel Warrior Queen
DISCLAIMER: In no way-shape or form do I own the Mario series of games or Super Mar
dAG : The Face Behind the MaskDeviant GuilddAG : The Face Behind the Mask11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Face Behind the Mask
The room was little more than a concrete box. The only way in was through a solid metal door, and the strongest source of light came from a single bare bulb hanging pathetically from the ceiling, casting its radiance over a heavily modified metal chair. Leather straps had been attached to the legs, arms and back, and the chair itself had been bolted to the floor. The chair faced the only wall that wasn't solid concrete: the top half was a one-way window, reflecting the room.
“Isn't this a bit extreme?” the dark-haired Filipina asked, turning away from the window. This room, while equally dim as the prison cell they looked out on, contained a few spartan furnishings, making the space feel small but comfortable, in a practical sort of way.
Standing behind one of the chairs was a man with long blond hair, styled in a way that would have been better suited to a previous age. “No,” he said simply, gripping tightly to the