10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy1.Zuko is not afraid to fight.Draco runs away every time he sees danger in front of him.10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2.Zuko became a capable firebender because his uncle taught him well.Draco got all the good marks at Hogwarts because he was Snape's favourite.
3.Zuko's girlfriend,Mai,is definitely cooler than Pancy Parkinson.
4.Zuko is capable of redemtion.Draco is not(those who think he is are really mad ficwriters).
5.Zuko treats his friends as equals.Draco thinks of his friends as of his servants.
6.Zuko can fight without bending(by using swords).Draco can only run away if he doesn't have a wand.
7.Zuko's dad is the №1 baddie in the story.Draco's dad is just the same cowardly nobleman as his son.
8.In the beginning,Zuko is an uncertain person with a struggle in his soul,while Draco is just a proud,cowardly and bratty(in a lack of a better word) aristocrat.In the end,Zuko is an ex-villain,who found peace after becoming good,while Draco is still a proud,cowardly and bratty aristocrat.
9.Zuko foollows his h
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
Dear Rule-breakerDear rule-breaker,Dear Rule-breaker4 years ago in Letters More Like This
For a while now, I have been keeping an eye on you and what you do around this website. I have to admit, I don't like the things I've seen so far. You have uploaded scanned manga, or other scanned images, screenshots, re-coloured screenshots and other images you have found from the Internet. Sometimes you have the decency, if one can call it that, to try and edit the image, so you have done at least something to it whether it is a simple (de)motivational poster or maybe an interesting collage of your favourite cartoon or game character. Too bad, the editing does not make it entirely your own work, since DeviantArt's rules are quite harsh on the matter of copyright law.
You know, there are members, who often like to help people out on the matters of breaking rules. They usually politely point out that you've done wrong and help you to fix things before it's too late. For the worst rule-breakers the administrators might strike a ban-hammer. And then they might m
Llamas with HatsLlamas with HatsLlamas with Hats4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Paul: Carl, there's a dead human in our house!
Carl: Ooh, hey, how did he get here?
Paul: Caaaarl, what did you do?
Carl: Me? Um, I didn't do this...
Paul: Explain what happened Carl!
Carl: I've never seen em' before in my life.
Paul: Why did you kill this person Carl?
Carl: I do not kill people, That is, That is my Least favorite thing to do.
Paul: Tell me Carl, exactly what you were doing before I got home.
Carl: Well, I was upstairs...
Paul: Mhm, okay...
Carl: I was in my room, reading a book...
Paul: Yes,go on...
Carl: and well this guy walked in...
Carl: So I went up to him...
Carl: and I, uh, I stabbed him thirty-seven times in the chest.
Paul: Caaaaaaaaaarl, that kills people!
Carl: Um, oh, I Didn't know that...
Paul: Carl, how could you not know that?
Carl: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here, I suck.
Paul: What happened to his hands?
Carl: Whats that?
Paul: His hands, W-Why are they missing?
Carl: U-Uh, I, um... Kinda cooke
Llamas With Hats: A PoemThere, through the doorLlamas With Hats: A Poem4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a man on the floor
And what's more Carl is there
There's a dead human, I say
What has made him this way?
So I command that Carl explain
I've never seen him, says he
Until you showed him to me
I've seen him never before in my life
I ask Carl why he'd kill him
My tone of voice is quite grim
But murder is Carl's least favorite thing
I demand again he explain
And with his expression unchanged
Carl denies all my claims, he'd been busy
He'd been in his room reading The Great Gatsby
And this man barged inside without asking
I am shocked when Carl finally says
"And I, uh I stabbed him 37 times in the chest."
Caaaaaaaarl, I cry
Why'd you make this man die?
But then I notice something is gone
Carl, I venture, his hands
What's that, he says, come again?
His hands, Carl, why are they missing?
He looks from me to the ground
Out of recognition does he make a sound
Eyes on me, he smiles and says
"Well I, uh, I sort of cooked them up. And ate
Adventure Time Quotes"We wear our ninja on our sleeves"Adventure Time Quotes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lump Off Mom!"
"Gunther who told you, you could fly?"
"Will call em slappy d's"
"I'll see you in the Nightosphere you sick freak"
"Oh yeah I'm having a fun time"
"I'm going to rescue the babies from the fire, Only... the...babies"
"Tree trunks, get those hot buns in here girl"
"Don't squeeze me, I'll fart"
"Powers like, theeeese!"
"We should beat him up, until he starts making since"
"Dangit, Leonard if we don't talk at the same time nobody can understand us"
"No worms on the bed!"
"and I've seen some stuff that would really make you say like what, "like what?"
"Oh, these aren't just ordinary nuts"
"You should have stuck to your dieeeeeeeeeeeeet"
" I should not have drink that much tea"
"and BOOM!, we catch him with princess on his hands"
"we thought humans were extinct"
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-"
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 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
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
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
FINEFINE10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fine is the word to hide all
It is the conversation ender
It is the building blocks of illusions in the mind
Its what every one mumbles
if asked if they're alright
their heads held up high
in false pride
when inside they
is always the last thing
on their mind
to that line
Fine is the word
that rolls from the tongue
before anything else
be it the painful truth
Or the sweetened lies
Fine is alway the catch all
its what we all hide behind
Raven Marie Shadows
6:15 English Version6:15 English Version3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The dining hall was completely barren; save for a single person, whose physical presence was not enough to prolong a facade of liveliness throughout the room. A heavy, weighted silence commanded the whole of the room, penetrated only by the unearthly clock, hanging ominously above the only set of double doors leading into the dining hall proper. The Mess room, in which more than one hundred men could eat at any given time was separated in this very moment into two halves: in the half furthest back where dozens of stacked chairs and tables, untouched from the day on which they first arrived. In the closer half, closer to the kitchen and entrance, rests a single long table and twelve chairs. Only one was occupied. Scout draws his arms farther from him, allowing the limbs to rest across the table. He stares, exhausted, at his coffee --- strong, drenched to an unrecognizable beverage with the help of extraneous amounts of milk and sugar ---- he would need it.
As far as he could rememb
The Official Ode to the ForumsThe Official Ode to the Forums10 years ago in Ballad More Like This
I can't stand to see another thread,
beating a horse that's already dead.
Do you like "s3ks" and what does art mean?
A poorhorse cult for illiterate teens.
The forum descriptions must be Greek,
or maybe the newbies only read 1337.
The Welcome Center to get a tour.
Thumbshare Forum for commentwhores.
'Deviator' no longer exists
(The Forum's still there 'cause jark insists)
Don't post there- it's useless you know
Read the thread that tells you so.
Elite ForumWhores: they're better than you.
Accept it now you know it's true;
If you see a lot of the Blank Stare guy
stupidity is the reason why.
For those with a brain that can't be found
watch out for curran if he's around.
With legendary wit and sarcastic replies
he cleans up the forums (or at least he tries).
We interupt this poem to distinguish
that "kewl" and "k@wa1i!!1!1" are not English.
If those are in your vocabulary
please buy yourself a dictionary.
Do you think you are a squirrel
instead of a normal boy or girl?
Werewolf psychology June 2014Normal werewolf psychologyWerewolf psychology June 20149 months 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
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!2 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
Spain Strikes OutSpain: Hola Romano!Spain Strikes Out3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Cleverbot: Como estas?
Spain: ¿Bueno y usted?
Spain: Muy Beuno~ Glad to hear that my little tomate~.
Cleverbot: Taxes are very complicated. So are penguins.
Spain: Si taxes are muy complicated... I don't think penguins are though.
Cleverbot: I don't think about it much, either, but recently I have.
Spain: Hm... Well I guess you would. I mean you are part of Italy.
Cleverbot: No, I'm not. How old are you?
Spain: Yes you are Romano... Your full name is Italy Romano, and you know how old I am.
Cleverbot: I didn't know. I think you are confused.
Spain: No I'm not. Wait... Who are you if you're not Romano?
Cleverbot: I am Julie.
Spain: Oh... I'm sorry Julie... I didn't know I was talking to a pretty chica~.
Cleverbot: I'm not sure where Clay went. Have you tried looking for him?
Spain: Eh? I know no Clay. Do you?
Cleverbot: You know too much about me.
Spain: Que? B-but we just started talking. I don't even know what your favorite color is tesoro.
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 6Opera Populaire that Night: Showtime for II MutoThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That night was opening night for the Opera Populaire's new production of II Muto, and everything was set up and ready for the show. Ignoring the 'Nightmaren Ghost's' threats, Jackle and Chamelan gave Clairs the lead role as Countess, Helen the silent role of the Page Boy, and they did not leave Box 5 open, so they were in for it!
Clairs stepped out on stage wearing a very puffy pink dress that made her hips look the size of a hippo. She was also wearing clown looking makeup, and a really tall white wig that was probably as tall as her body.
Helen walked alongside Clairs on stage wearing a long white maid's outfit, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Hidden underneath the maid's dress, was a white men's dress shirt, with light blue tights, and tall black boots. The outfit made Helen look like a man because in the Opera, a man (the pageboy) is secretly the Countess' lover, so in order for him to stay undercover, he disguised himself as
Werewolf Guidelines: My MythosWerewolf Guidelines: My Mythos3 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
For a Crow on a Telephone Wirebeing black is oppressive,For a Crow on a Telephone Wire11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ballast in a body that should not
sit so elegantly on a flimsy wire.
lines should tense or bend
beneath your weight, but you have bones
formed of wind
and ride on things less dense.
Raven's TearsRaven's Tears10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting in a tree
Perches the raven of the morn
Peaceful and serene
Mourning the loss
Of everything she means
Her eyes of red do stare
At abyssial darkness within
Her mind held in rapture
Lost in itself
And from her crimson eyes
Silvery tears do fall
Against the ebon feathers
Tragedy of it all
She calls so low and quiet
No one hears a sound
Leaves cloak her
No one notices she is around
And from her crimson eyes
Silvery tears do stream
Against her ebon feathers
As she releases a silent scream
Nothing will stop the pain
She knows inside she is dying
Her soul is breaking
As she sits there crying
And from her crimson eyes
Silver tears slide
Over ebon feathers
As the fire dies inside
Raven Marie Shadows
Sentence Prompt-DrabblesCurtain:Sentence Prompt-Drabbles5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Desmond found that he could compare the way Shaun hid their relationship outside of their darkened rooms and hidden spaces to a curtain concealing a beautiful set from the awaiting crowd.
The night after he first killed a man was spent outside in the cold until his body forgot what it was to be warm, until it forgot the heat another human ould bring- but when he came inside Shaun was right there to help him remember.
Looking into a mirror was one thing Desmond avoided ever since he was forced to watch his face contort in pleasure by a certain historian.
Never in his life had Desmond even thought about learning to waltz, but at this moment as Shaun led him around the bedroom they were using as a makeshift ballroom, he decided that it wouldn't be so bad to start taking lessons.
Pearls were something that Desmond had a secret affinity for, so it was a complete(but very, /very/ pleasant) surprise when he found one on h
Fever"Oh sweetheart, how are you feeling?" Mamori came into the room, pulling up a chair next to her young daughter's bed.Fever3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She placed the bowl of cold water on the bedside table and proceeded to wring out the water, laying the towel on Akari's heated and damp forehead.
Mamori could see the lack of a twinkle usually found in her daughter's eyes as Akari sniffed and sneezed.
Mamori couldn't help but worry.
The light coughing from Akari's cold had turned for the worse when it had suddenly started snowing while she was walking home with her mother and brother.
Flu season, Mamori thought.
"Here sweetie, drink some tea, it'll make you feel better, I promise."
She blew on the steaming cup of honey lemon tea and lifted it to her daughter's lips. Akari took a small sip but made a pained face when she tried to swallow.
"Mommy everything hurts." The little girl cried between labored breaths, as Mamori's eyebrows knitted in concern.
Just then, her father walked in. "Youichi, she's burning u