Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
Oh my god my dreams are being so nice to me!I had the most amazing HetaOni dream ever, well it was depressing, but a fangirl would call it amazing. I WAS IN IT!!! My dreams are starting to become nice to me!! It matches my school-Jornelle personality, becauseOh my god my dreams are being so nice to me!3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm smarter, and make more sense when I'm in school. Anyway, enough of me talking, let me tell you what happened!!!
In this scene, we're in the room where the safety room is, but we're not in the safety room, and Italy tries to explain to everyone of what has been happening ever since we got here. I get pissed off, and tell him off about the logistics.
Italy:.....and if I do die, I don't want you guys to be sad or cry for me
Me: But you die! Why shouldn't we?!
Italy: Because then I'll know you guys are safe when I die
Italy: Steve(this is when I found out I was dreaming, because no one called him Steve in the actual thing) won't hurt you guys anymore... You can all leave this place safely....
Me:*quietly so he couldn't hear me* Shut up
Italy: ....And none of y
Kitchen BickeringPast midnight in the main kitchen of the Montrey mansion...Kitchen Bickering4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't understand why you can't find a nice, normal-"
"Human boyfriend," she finished. "Y'know, I don't think you're anyone to lecture about dating within one's species."
"We've been over this a thousand times; I am human."
"Uh-huh. Right. You should really see yourself when you say that, you ever tried saying it into a mirror? 'Cuz it looks pretty funny."
"Damn it, Penny," he hissed, "I was born and raised, for a forty full years, human- that's longer than you have been. Then this," he spread his webbed claws, "happened. And it's surface only, and you know it. Unlike this, this..."
"This being is a bizarrity! He's not a year older than you, he's not a decade older than you, he's not twice your age, he's twenty times your age! "
"Yeah, but look: he doesn't remember any of that, he's just like any other person, he only remembers so much, just the last couple years-"
IDidThisToLookLikeIWasWorkingOnce upon a time, there was a magical fairy princess named Leonardo, who was friends with a not so magical elf named Ezio. By coincidence, the famous painter, Leonardo da Vinci, also had a friend by the name of Ezio, but none of those people have anything to do with this.IDidThisToLookLikeIWasWorking4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, Shaun Hastings was practicing yoga for stress relief when, suddenly, the roof caved in because Templars. There was a shriek like that of a little girl, and Lucy and Rebecca shouted in surprise, too. Seeing how frightened they all were, Shaun decided that this was a job for SUPER SHAUN. He stood up confidently and tore open his sweater vest, revealing a second shirt with a magnificent letter "S" and an elegant, flowing cape. Then, he flew up, up, and away through the hole in the ceiling to go find a more suitable environment for his yoga session.
Later that same day, Cheziray and Malik danced at a fantabulous rave, even though none of those things ever existed in the same time period.
Moral of the story: Altai
A Trick to SleepIt was quite a sight for Mamori to see her fiancé struggling to get comfortable in the narrow train seat he was in. He fidgeted, and got up a couple of times, growling in annoyance and mumbled profanities that grew louder and louder, causing the others in the train to scoot as far away from him as possible. She could only watch sympathetically as she felt partly responsible for Hiruma's discomfort. "You really should try to get some rest," Mamori spoke up.A Trick to Sleep3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah, well, sleep would come easily to me if you remembered the fucking sleeping pills," Hiruma replied with annoyance.
"I'm sorry, but we did rush after your game and I had to pack for the both of us. You haven't slept for over 48 hours now."
"I don't think I can fucking sleep," Hiruma scowled as he sank into his seat.
Mamori sighed, knowing how Hiruma was hard to handle when he had this attitude on. "Are you nervous because we're going to visit your father? We won't reach there in the next two to three hours so--"
"I don't gi
Werewolf Guidelines: My MythosWerewolf Guidelines: My Mythos4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This write-up is meant to clarify my own ideas about werewolves and lycanthropy in the context of my individual realm. These parameters define lycanthropy in my own characters' universe, and are not meant to be definitions for other opinions on the mythology.
In the Vengeance canon and later (The Pursuit and later fictional works), Versa Novak, age 17, is the 'world's only werewolf.' This is an assumption made by both Versa herself and her father (for Versa's mother and grandmother, her only other two female relatives, are both deceased). Other overlapping werewolf packs or existing real werewolves have not been discovered, or are at this point irrelevant to her storyline. I open the possibility of other werewolves existing, but proof of other lycanthropes is non-existent, canonically.
This being said, purely "Novakian lycanthrop
Werewolf Genre Pet PeevesWerewolves have never had terribly consistent folklore. Even prior to the early days of film, werewolf myths varied wildly - good and evil, permanently and temporarily transformed, quadruped and bipedal (rarely), curable or incurable, etc, etc. Because the legends were so scatter-brained, the original The Wolf Man largely invented its own mythos. It was imitated repeatedly and became the "standard" of the genre. As the formula began to wear thin, others added new innovation to the myth - some ideas stuck and some didn't.Werewolf Genre Pet Peeves2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
With such a scattered range of ideas, it's only natural that fans of werewolves aren't going to like all of them and I'm no different. In fact, I downright can't stand some aspects commonly used in modern werewolf fiction. Maybe it doesn't make any sense, maybe it contradicts my artistic principles, or maybe I just don't like it. Whatever the reason, a few genre tropes that I don't like developed into pet peeves - and if you're a werewolf fanboy or fangir
Werewolf Genre Guilty Pleasures"There's a place for everything,Werewolf Genre Guilty Pleasures2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
There's a place for everything
Where it ought to be"
If you've read my earlier essay (http://fav.me/d5t6ss7), you know that there are tropes and aspects of the werewolf genre that really bother me. Some of them I feel are completely broken or reflective of a creative culture that I feel is outright broken (Hollywood's depiction of women being the big one). Yet there are some things in the genre that I know are clichéd and kind of stupid, but I like them anyway. I know that it's not what the refined werewolf snob should be doing, yet I put it in my own work.
Odds are that some of your own favorite - and least favorite - werewolf genre stuff will be in here. That's okay. This isn't an essay to bash what I think is wrong. It's a monument to suspension of disbelief. Ultimately, werewolves can be whatever you want, provided that you can get your audience to buy into it.
In no particular order, of my five guilty p
Werewolf Psychological Disorders.Normal werewolf psychologyWerewolf Psychological Disorders.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One would probably be interested in the psychological aspect of a werewolf. Under normal conditions a werewolf's mind is largely human but with wolfish aspects mixed in. It can not be emphasized enough that a healthy werewolf mind is one mind. Human reasoning, wolfish instinct, and a balance between nature and the wilderness of today's modern world.
A note on instinct. Instinct is what it is. It is not something that one realizes before the event but rather during. It takes a well trained mind to realize what instinct is doing and be able to alter it. It is easy to avoid instinctual actions, but much harder to change them when they begin.
Werewolves are just as easily prone to psychological disorders as humans are, perhaps given the delicate nature of their minds being a mixture between human reasoning and wolfish instinct makes them prone to several disorders. How
When an Angel Tamed the Devil"Valentine's day? That's the most bullshit idea I've ever heard in my entire life." Hiruma Youichi grumbled. He hates all the mushy and corny things he has ever heard in his entire life. He even thought of bombing chocolate companies for their foolish idea of coming up with such ridiculous event. Love is in the air indeed, for everywhere he walks upon, he saw couples, girls giving chocolates and confessing at the same time, and all sort of things that he think is horrendously mushy. He felt like shooting everyone with his AK-47 so that they would not remind him of the date.When an Angel Tamed the Devil3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unfortunately, before he could enter AmeFuto's clubroom, he could smell the reek of the uber sweetness of chocolate coming from the inside. He wouldn't mind if it is his gourmand friend Kurita, but he does hope to see something not love-related.
"HORA HORA HORA!!!!!!" He screamed on top on his lungs and shoots randomly as he slammed the door open. Everyone who was in the clubroom ducked to save their dearly lives, e
Werewolf Genre Pet Peeves: Annoying PuppiesYou asked for it and you got it: more ranting! Today, we'll be talking about the new pups on the block of overused cliches and broken tropes.Werewolf Genre Pet Peeves: Annoying Puppies2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A trend lately is to have werewolves born as humans and have their first change in their teenage years. There's a few reasons for this, the most significant of which seems to be so that normal, everyday high school students can suddenly discover that they're werewolves as a wish fulfillment fantasy (see my last essay for an in-depth rant about my high school werewolves). Yet, there may be a more subtle reason: because big scary werewolves aren't so scary as puppies. Instead, they're likely to be adorably awkward: chewing on furniture, transforming at inconvenient times, biting their friends, etc.
That's what these tropes are - the new puppies running around underfoot. Despite being relatively new to the genre, they've already overstayed their welcome. To keep the puppy metaphor, for most of these tropes, it's not that they're inherently bad
Zombie Apocalypse: Nick StichaI was tired of this. It has been three days since the attack on the military transport I was with. Not many people followed me during the escape and by now anyone who had followed me split off. Any encounters with the zombies have been manageable so far. So far, lady luck has traveled with me but for how much longer, I cannot be sure. Dusk had fallen and my feet were ready fall off. The hatchet on my belt lightly knocked against my leg; my pack kept shifting from its original position against my back and neck. My entire life had been shoved into a pack not big enough for a three night trip.Zombie Apocalypse: Nick Sticha4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With night coming so soon I knew I would need to get off the road. Anyone walking around too late ran risk of becoming dinner. At the moment, there were no natural hiding spots or man-made features available to use as cover. So far, I had used bridges and trees as makeshift sleeping huts. Sure, the nights got cold sometimes but
The Isolated SystemA cold morning stung the area like a stinging wasp and the small peninsula was lifeless. The only thing that was visible was a small yellowish tent near the lakes bank. It rustled as its occupants slowly emerged out of its warm embrace. The lady stood up and stretched out her arms and looked around. Not a single soul. With a sigh of relief she looked out toward the lake.The Isolated System3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Look at this view." She said looking over the steam rising lake glistening in the sun, "Isn't it just beautiful."
"Considering the circumstances," He walked up to her with crossed arms over his chest and looked over at her, "yes. It is very beautiful, Natalie."
"Do you think we will ever get out of this alive Herod?"
"We need to find food first. Hopefully, with this morning being as cold as it is them crazys will be slower than usual."
"Maybe some of them passed from the cold last night."
"Maybe." he said looking over the immens
How to Make a decent homestuck troll OC.THE DO'S AND DO NOT'S OF MAKING A HOMESTUCK TROLL OC.How to Make a decent homestuck troll OC.3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1) THE NAME.
- Make it something we can pronounce. Not some stupid shit like Jukgth Ghtyfk.
- The first name HAS TO BE 6 LETTERS long.
- The last name HAS TO BE 6 LETTERS long as well.
- Your troll CANNOT have the last name of an actual canon troll.
- Nor can they be related at all.
2) TYPING QUIRKS.
- Make it something readable at least. Keep it simple.
- Don't use the ones that are over used. Like replacing S with $.
- Be creative.
3) BLOOD COLORS.
- Be realistic guys and stay with the program. Don't make them have some stupid rainbow blood or something. That screams Mary-sue.
- Your troll may be a mutant blood. It is rare but it happens. So it's okay, just don't make them flaunt it. They will be culled.
- Black and White are not colors, they are shades and tints. So therefor they cannot be blood COLORS. (This includes grey/gray)
- Lime is a canon color, but lime bloods have gone extinct.
- Your trolls blood cannot change colors.
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
System 1- Chapter 1William was dreaming. His entire body shook and every now and then he would whimper and talk to an unknown entity that could only be the product of a nightmare. Rook contemplated waking him in order to release poor Will from his restless sleep but thought better of it, remembering that Will always slept with a knife close at hand, not to mention, having someone shake you awake from a nightmare was never fun, especially if it was by someone who looked as startling as Rook did.System 1- Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not wanting to be stabbed for performing a kindness, Rook continued to sit on his own mattress and busied himself with a gadget that looked like a cross between a pocket watch and a pocket knife and awaited Will to wake up.
Other than Rook and William, the room was empty. The three other mattresses lay empty, their occupants having left at some point during the night. It was dark due to the fact that there were no windows in the undergroun
ShaunDes drabble meme.Rules:ShaunDes drabble meme.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. We Were So Entangled- Head Like a Kite
The slap of flesh against flesh and ragged breathing from the men on the bed echoed around the room, each one too caught up in each other to speak.
2. Frustration- The Whip
"Hello, Desmond. /Go away/."
The man's scarred lips curved into a frown at that, body shifting so he could easily lean against the surface Shaun's computer rested on. There was something about the computer specialist that drew him in, made him want to irritate him further, push him further, frustrate him further.
"How about.. no."
A strange, amused grin replaced Desmond's frown when the exasperated groan lef
Kidnapping: ProlougeNight had fallen over the quiet suburb. Houses lined the street, lights gleaming from some of their windows. Within her house, Kathy sat in her living room. She turned the pages of her book while readjusting her feet on the couch. A smile crept onto her face as she thought about her son who was lying in his bed upstairs. The nine year old had gone to sleep almost without a hitch. It seemed like it was yesterday she was tucking him in with a bed time story and checking his room for the crafty monsters that hide in little boy's closets. Recently it has been a goodnight kiss and little more. Peaceful silence wrapped around the entire neighborhood, filling the house with a natural calm.Kidnapping: Prolouge4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound of muffled footsteps roused her from the couch. Her son was not one to sleep walk nor was he one to stay out of trouble all the time. She climbed the stairs shaking her head. 'So much for growing up,' she thought when she got to his room. Entering the drafty room, she saw her son asleep in bed. Ho
Zombie Apocalypse: Nick Ch. 2As I walked, I could only think about when my life began to turn to shit. A little more than three weeks ago, reports of some bacterial outbreak had begun to spread across the east coast. No one started taking it seriously until it had reached Ohio in about ten days. On the eleventh day, they had actual video footage of infected people. Fear spread quicker than the actual infection. People were panicking. People were always panicking. I knew things might start getting bad and decided to make the emergency pack that I had with me. Due to the reports of the infection spreading through bites and fluid contact, I made an investment in tear-resistant gloves and a mask. The mask never came but my gloves have served me well. Madison was one of the lucky cities. The CDC and military experts seemed to deem it a high risk city. There had been no sign of the bacteria anywhere else in the mid-west yet. Instead of sealing us off or firebombing the place, the military tried evacuation. It was risky.Zombie Apocalypse: Nick Ch. 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yes, My Name Is JoeIt's only a matter of time. That girl knows who did it. That bloody thing. That little girl, only six or seven. Yes, she saw it. That little girl knows who killed her mommy. She had walked in from school. Poor dear. She saw her mommy die. She knows every line on the dirty man's face. She know the exact pitch of his voice. That dirty, rotten man. She saw him hold up the knife. She saw him bring it down . . . six or seven times. Poor, little girl.Yes, My Name Is Joe11 years ago in Horror More Like This
She wasn't supposed to be there. The house was supposed to be empty. She'll never rid that image. That poor, little girl saw her mommy beg. She saw her mommy beg for mercy. She heard her mommy plead, "Please don't make my daughter see." The poor dear just stood there. Stood there shocked. She watched her mommy weep until the last stroke.
That rotten, little man, he grabbed her by the arm. He waited for the thrill he would get hearing her scream. That poor, little girl said nothing. She didn't even flinch. The poor dear almost found a comfort in
Werewolf psychology June 2014Normal werewolf psychologyWerewolf psychology June 20141 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To describe the normal werewolf mind, imagine a human mind add in a love of meat and the outdoors, hunting, and the constant desire to do something active or productive. Werewolves do get tiered like everyone else and often like to relax and slow down at times too. It can not be too emphasized that the werewolf mind is one mind, human reasoning and wolfish instinct. Often it is a unique mixture between nature and the wilderness of today's modern world. This being said it is important to examine the effects of this mixture.
An important note about instinct. Instinct is preprogrammed response to certain environments or situations. It is not something one realizes before the event, but rather during. It is easier to avoid instinctual action than to change or stop it in the act, but can be stopped with effort.
Logic and reasoning is a good first place to examine the werewolf mind. In observation, most werewolves think in way
Morbus UniversorumA Study into the Strange Nature of America, in the Western Hemisphere of the Morbus UniversorumMorbus Universorum10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As Your Most Excellent Plutonian Emperor is well aware, my assistants and I, ever your humble servants, have made several visits at your wish to the Morbus Universorum for the purpose of learning about this strange world. Following is a study into a few of the customs of America, the current power on this planet.
While these apes have learned to tolerate the beliefs of others, the dominant "religion" of this country is Christianity. Yet these beings worship in a very paradoxical manner. For instance, their deity, Christ, is classically depicted with long hair, an unkempt beard, and loose clothing. However, when the youth of this species dresses in the same manner, such is an object of ridicule and persecution. The only conclusion that we can come to is that it must be considered a heresy – i.e., living in a manner that is unsuitable to those with pow
NosotrosPara que no me olvides, preciosa, toco tu mirada con el roce de mis letrasNosotros4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
para que me encuentres, para que me busques
para que busques una excusa y la encuentres. Y vuelvas a saber de mi, y hagamos algo con nosotros.
Y pretender que nunca nos fuimos, que después de todo sigue habiendo un nosotros.
te escribo con una sopa de letras que expresa lo que siento por ti, lo que aún tenemos...
aunque tarde horas devanándome el cerebero buscando las letras que formen el "hola" perfecto.
Pero no. Al final terminas buscando un amable pero determinante adiós a nuestra conversación.
Y vuelvo a quedarme solo, maldita, buscando como arrancar mis letras de tu mirada.