TLoS: Fury of the North ch. 13Chapter 13: MemoriesTLoS: Fury of the North ch. 134 years ago in Romance More Like This
The golden sun started to peek over the horizon, making the sky nearby an orange that caused clouds to turn purple as the darkness was chased out. Sunlight sparkled off of the dew that had collected on the grass in the courtyard surrounded by the old, gray stone brick walls.
Blaze's eyes slowly opened as he started to stir. He rolled his neck, making it crack a couple of times. The fire dragon then got up and leaned his body back as he stretched out his front legs like a cat.
Pain started to come up in his front-left leg. Blaze growled, trying to ignore it. 'Maybe I should get something for it, don't want it to hurt more.' Blaze thought, looking down at the discolored scales on the burn area.
Deciding to look for something to help his burn, Blaze stood up. He shook his wings, causing a few cracks. The fire dragon looked around for
TLoS: too peaceful CH 2TLoS: too peaceful CH 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Legend of Spyro: too peaceful Ch 2
"We must be on our guard for the rest of this voyage, from now on all of us must travel in pairs when on board this ship" the commander's voice called out above the din of small conversations, the guardsmen nodded in response as they awaited their meals, they were in the mess hall of the ship. Spyro heard this, and sat up from his comfortable position on the roof of the building. 'We must hurry!' he said to Sparx a great urgency in his voice. He took to the skies and lazily glided above the decks, he felt the familiar pull of his item of desire, and followed it until the feeling became unbearable. He found himself circling above the Captain's cabin. 'Why didn't I think of here before!' he exclaimed, 'Oh look! We have to face a boss before we get what we want, what is with this world!' Sparx replied his voice thick with exasperation.
Spyro landed on the roof of the building, the wooden panels beneath his
OooRPGOooRPG5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
-----Creating a Character-----
Creating your character is a simple process.
First, choose your race. You may want to make up what your character looks like, after all, the inhabitants of Ooo are all extremely different.
Secondly, roll for your stats. A player will roll 2d6 for every skill, taking the higher of the two resulting numbers as the total for that skill.
The absolute minimum a skill can be (Including modifiers) is 1, while the highest a skill can be is 20. Equipment Modifiers can push as skill past 20 and up to 30.
With every level, a player gains two skill points they can add to any skill of choice.
Third, apply the stat modifiers to your resulting statline.
Vitality (VIT) : Determines how many life points you have. One point in VIT equals one hitpoint.
Toughness (TGH) : Determines how strong your character is, how hard they can hit, and how much
Swan LakeSwan Lake4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
shimmers and sparkles
all the stars come out to play
wishes without end
A Time of ChangeA Time of Change5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You want to do what?!"
He came back to the stables where I had been patiently waiting and told me his plans. I could feel the radiation as it ravaged each cell of his body. He was in great pain which I tried to help with but could only do so much. He needed to regenerate but he was holding back and refusing.
"Doctor, do you even realize how many companions you have had in your past?"
"Yes and I want to see how each of them is doing. All I'm asking is for you to help me, TARDIS. You shouldn't have too much trouble. Lock onto their bio-signatures and materialize."
"You're going to hold off your regeneration until I do this, aren't you?"
His silence answered my question. I reluctantly started the procedure by locking on to each bio-signature I could find. My fear was growing with each minute that passed as he held off the regenerative process. We r
Bella's 19th : part 1Bella's 19th : part 19 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I awoke to a slight chill, that surprisingly wasn't caused by the arm that was wound around me, although Edward was contributing to it. "Bad dream?" he asked in a quiet voice. "No, it was nothing." I replied, though the dazed look gave me away. Edward raised his marbled hand to my cheek and stared at me with his deep topaz eyes. "Like I said before, you're a terrible liar. Bella, i've never seen you so startled from a dream." he said with a bit of concern, as he turned on my lamp. I looked down. "But you'll be upset." I said sadly. He just stared at me patiently waiting for an explanation. I sighed knowing he wouldn't give up
Happy Mother's DayThe cry that all mean cheerHappy Mother's Day5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As they hug the ones that gave them life
The reason that they're here.
Happy Mother's Day
But to Dionysus the phrase was lost.
For he never knew his mother
Trust at a great cost.
Happy Mother's Day
So to the Underworld he went
Where Semele's soul did dwell
With the hope rules would relent.
Happy Mother's Day
Life declined but a visit allowed
With Hades he descended
Through the darkness of the shroud.
Happy Mother's Day
A warm glow did appear
As he spied a figure in the field.
Upon his face a single tear.
Happy Mother's Day
Her blonde hair in a single braid
The light dancing upon her skin,
He caught the attention of the shade.
Happy Mother's Day
He ran as fast as he would dare
Towards the figure in the field.
But his embrace held naught but air.
Happy Mother's Day
They talked for hours in that field
About the lives they had missed
For as much time Hades could yield
Happy Mother's Day
Dionysus made a new appeal
But was once again denied.
A plan was made thus t
Cycilia's dayThe legend of SpyroCycilia's day4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A young female earth dragoness yawned as another beautiful day began for her.
The dragoness was 13 years old and had light green scales.
Her element was earth yet on her tail she had a star with a small electric pulse running between it.
The dragoness now moved her tail closer to her body and inspected it again.
She had never understood why she had it. After all her element was earth so for her to have an electric tail didn't make any sense.
Just forgetting about it she yawned again and looked around her room.
She slept on a yellow pillow that lay in the corner that was filled with straw. The walls of her room were a pink colour and it had a blue ceiling and green floor.
Her mom had never liked the bright colours and she had painted the room all by herself, however for some reason it always made her feel cosy.
She couldn't really explain why but it just did.
Now her eye fell on the shelf with all her dolls and plus
Insanoglunun Et ile ImtihaniInsanoglunun Et ile Imtihani5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
POPULER KÜLT YAZILARI DOSYA NO:1
ZOMBİLER, YAMYAMLAR,AÇLIK, ET, MEDENİ(Y)ET
İnsanoğlunun ET ile İmtihanı
Korku, uygarlığa ve zamana ayak uydurur. İlkçağlarda mağaranın dışında uluyan kurtlardan, kaplanlardan korkan insanoğlu; ortaçağda ruhunu şeytana satmış cadılardan, geceleri kasabaların tenha sokaklarında gezen başsız süvarilerden korkuyordu. Kutsal kitaplarda anlatılan çeşit çeşit iblisten korunmak için umacılara iksirler yaptırıyordu. Gecenin içinden mıhlı pencerelere doğru esen rüzgar, çocukları uykusuz bırakmak için yeterliydi. Oysa 21. yüzyılda hayaletler televizyonlardan çıkıyor, vampirler yarasaya dönüşmek yerine lüks otomobillerle seyahat ediyor ve geceleri tenha sokaklarda sadece yan kes
A Rebuilt LifeA Rebuilt Life12 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A bus stop with shelter. The weather is overcast. ANGEL is sitting inside the shelter, CENTRE stage. Enter MAN stage RIGHT. He sits down with a sigh.
ANGEL [after a brief pause]: Your life sucks.
MAN: Thank you for the input.
ANGEL: I can help you.
MAN: You could also mind your own business.
ANGEL: I don't think you realize who I am.
MAN: Who are you?
ANGEL: I'm an angel.
ANGEL: I'm an angel, and I can help you, Darren.
[MAN just looks at him.]
ANGEL: It's… not Darren, is it? Ugh, I always do this… Darryl? David? Something with 'd', right?
MAN: What is the matter with you?
ANGEL: Donald? Dan?
ANGEL: Can I call you Dan?
ANGEL: Hear me out, Dan.
MAN: Leave me alone.
ANGEL: Ever s
Sutyenin TarihiSutyenin Tarihi4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Göğüs mü Meme mi? Sütyen mi Özgürlük mü?
60'lı yılların sonlarına geliniyordu. Amerika'da çiçek çocuklar yeni yeni sürgün vermeye başlamışlardı dallarından. Yanlardan da yeni feminist hareketler tomurcuklanıyordu. Dünya, sütyenlerini ellerine almış ateşe veren genç kadınlarla da işte o zaman tanıştı.
1968 Amerika Güzelinin (Miss America) seçildiği günlerdi. Üstelik güzelin boy boy afişleri pekçok sokağa asılmış, erkekler bu güzelliği onamaya davet edilmişti. 7 Eylül 1968 günü 100 kadar feminist kadın, "özgürlüğün çöp tenekesi" adını verdikleri bir çöp tenekesine yüksek topuklu ayakkabılarını, takma kirpikleri, makyaj ma
VIDEODROMEVIDEODROME7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Televizyon Denen Canlının Göt Deliği
Teknoloji, teknolojik aletler ile insan beyni ve bedeni arasındaki görünmez organik ilişkiyi görsel bir dehşetle sunmak; hem ironik bir yaklaşım, hem de olabildiğine cesurca. Zira kendi içinde, içine düşebileceği tehlikeli bir tuzak barındırıyor. Ve aslında zamanla dönüştüğü kült bir popüler kültür nesnesi olarak Videodrome, eleştirdiği ve üzerine kafa yorduğu şeyin tam da kendisi olmayı başarmıştır. Bunu da hiç kuşkusuz kapitalizme ve onun gönüllü kölelerine borçludur.
1983te, yani vatkalı tunikleri ve lame renkli taytlarıyla pembe rujlu kadın ve erkeklerin popüler kültür elemanlarının ve de doğal olmayan her türlü parlak ve sente
ASMRASMRASMR4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Scissors cutting hair
Tapping fingers on desks, books
Roleplay - Hairdresser, salon, customer service, among others
Sound of writing
What is ASMR?
ASMR, which as stated above, stands for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response. Not much is known about the subject, meaning not much research has been done on it. It's other names include, but are not limited to: Head tingles, "head orgasms", AIE (Attention Induced Euphoria), or simply "That Unnamed Feeling". It can be categorized as a very pleasurable feeling, even euphoric at times, that starts usually at the back of the head and can sometimes go down the spinal chord. Some people, but not all, experience ASMR. The things that activate your ASMR are commonly called "triggers". Everyone that experiences it has different triggers. No two triggers are the same. A hair
public enemytopluma düşman olmak gerek, her türlü. tüm bu şatafatın, gösterinin, düşkünlüğün ışıltılı halininin failidir toplum-denen yığın.public enemy7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
robot demek az, zombi desek severiz zombileri kıyamayız.
bana ayaklı, hareketli bir kasap reyonunu hatırlatıyor git gide.
baştan çıkmaya ne oldu, tersinmeye, meydan okumaya, ilk görüşte aşka, baş döndüren deneyime, sevişerek vecd haline?
topluma karşı çıkma vakti şimdi, yeni şafakların şenlik ateşlerini üflemek için.
Mirror of Impossible DreamsThe Mirror Of Impossible Dreams starring Twilight Sparkle and Princess CelestiaMirror of Impossible Dreams5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spike was out of the house for once, away on an adventure with Apple Bloom, and Twilight Sparkle was making good use of the time to get as much study done as possible. She sat on her bed reading a book called "The Ursa Major in its Natural Habitat" it was a fascinating book, and she was so deeply engrossed in it that for a long time she didn't realise there was somepony knocking on the front door of the house.
"Is that Spike back already? Why doesn't he just come in the door's unlocked for goodness sake! Oh Spike..." But when she got up and went to the door, she saw that it wasn't Spike it was one of the Pegasus ponies who took travellers between Ponyville and Canterlot. Few ponies made the journey regularly, so she was surprised to see him arrive at her house unannounced.
"Uh, yes? Can I help you?" she asked, and the Pegasus pony bowed and replied:
"Her majesty Princess C
Kindness's Reward Chapter 3Chapter 3Kindness's Reward Chapter 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trixie made her way down the stairs unsteadily the next morning, feeling rested but hungry. She realized as she walked down that she was being watched. Looking around, she found a white rabbit standing on a small end table, glaring at her. It made her feel unwelcome, but Trixie just glared back at it.
"Do not mess with Trixie, rabbit, or she may make you part of her next routine."
The rabbit did not look amused. A noise distracted her, and Trixie looked up to realize the birdhouses hanging from the ceiling were occupied, small sparrows talking to one another from their houses.
"What kind of house is this?" Trixie just stared on. Another bird emerged from a larger house. It was a robin that began to whistle a tune. To Trixie's surprise, a silky voice sang back, wordlessly, in perfect key.
"Good morning- oh, Trixie!" Fluttershy entered the room from the kitchen. Trixie realized she had a light blush on her face and immediately scolded herself. Why was she blushing?
Kindness's Reward Chapter 4Chapter 4Kindness's Reward Chapter 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, Fluttershy and Trixie shared a breakfast of oatmeal again. Trixie found it easier to get around and ate almost an entire bowlful. She realized most of her original wounds were healing nicely, and while her side was tender it wasn't painful to move, usually.
"The others will want to know you're up." Fluttershy said. Trixie glanced down at the floor.
"Will they really care?"
"They're my friends too." Fluttershy responded. Trixie nodded, understanding what she meant.
"Shall we... go out?" Trixie asked. Fluttershy paused.
"Are you...are you sure? They could come..."
"Trixie has healed excellently under such adept care." she smiled at Fluttershy, who blushed slightly in response. "Besides," Trixie said softly, "she promises not to exert herself. She doesn't want to spend a single day more bedridden."
"Okay. A day out would be...nice." Fluttershy smiled. Trixie nodded and waited as Fluttershy cleaned up breakfast. They made their way to the door. That same rabbit
Carta finalNo sé hace cuanto tiempo estoy encerrada aquí.Carta final6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No existen las horas ni los minutos para describirlo.
Estoy en mi cuarto o eso parece ser, ya no lo reconozco.
Hace días que el mundo está desenfrenado. No tengo ganas de salir.
No quiero ver más masacres. No quiero ver como se arrebatan y se pelean un miserable y dañado pedazo de carne. Ni ver esos populares suicidios masivos. Odio el olor nauseabundo de los cadáveres y de animales muertos. Odio ver violaciones y esos innecesarios desenfrenos sexuales.
Odio ver esas terribles traiciones entre hermanos. Odio ver como utilizan el nombre de "Dios" para imbéciles y crueles propósitos. Odio ver cómo les quitan la inocencia a los niños y cómo aplauden a esos malditos pecadores.
Tengo la esperanza de que todo esto acabe.
No sé porque escribo esta carta si nadie la leerá. Quizás tengo la falsa esperanza de que futuras generaciones la lean.