The Brotherhood's DynamicsThe Brotherhood's Dynamics5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
THE GROUP DYNAMICS OF X-MEN: EVOLUTION'S BROTHERHOOD
We cannot choose our family. They are random people and personalities that we have to learn to deal with and grow to love. But a lot of teenagers feel stronger relations to their friends. Adolescence is when we rebel and find out who we are among people that don't automatically love us just for existing. Friends accept you for who you are without the genetic obligation, and many friendships feel like family. But there's something about not being able to choose the people you interact with that makes for strong ties. It's the type of thing you see the army: soldiers don't fight for their country, they fight for each other, and the like. X-men: Evolution's Brotherhood of Mutants is almost an exaggeration of the friends as family concept. They may not all be blood related, but they didn't have much of a choice in living together. They become friends and settle into individual roles
SLITHERSlitherSLITHER4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want that girl that I first met
I'll have her now, on that you can bet,
That face to face we'll lie in bed
Banning the demons from my head,
I've seen your eyes; a pretty blue
Now it's time I had the rest of you,
It's gone too far, there's no going home
I own you now, you're all my own,
When I twist your wrist just follow my lead
I'm warning you; please don't make me make you bleed,
Your time & your life are now both mine
Several shades of fear crawl up your spine,
Love is all I want, so I'm fighting back this hate
Though I feel perhaps that it's a bit too late,
All of my heart is what you'll feel
Over & over until you finally know real,
I cannot deny you; my maiden so fair
Recovering you lay asleep; I continue to care,
I knew you were taken, so therefore I took
Your life was like a hand that I gently shook,
To its foundation; to the very core
I'll sew it straight up so it's only a sore,
And now that you're mine, I'll have my way
Its love & life all goddamn day,
Bound & gagged
Bill to Lill: A Fall From the Top(TF TG, Bimbo TF)Bill was a bit of a nerdy guy. He'd always had a high IQ and usually the smartest of his classes. He was a bit shy, and hung around only with his 4 closet friends, not really looking to make new ones. He went throughout his day normally. Reading his book and taking notes on it. He liked to have his own "Spark Notes" on everything he read written in his words in case he every need to read through it again. His room had a wall dedicated to books and his notes. Another wall just for his computer and desk. One for his TV and games, and one for his bed. Bill thought he had a mostly normal setup for his room. It was late, normally he's about to start going to bed. As he put on his sleepwear, comfortable pants and a plain white T-shirt, he laid down.Bill to Lill: A Fall From the Top(TF TG, Bimbo TF)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bill tried his absolute best but he could not get to sleep. He was starting to not feel well. He went into his bathroom a splashed water on his face. He dried it on a towel, and as he was, he didn't notice his face get smoother, or his nose get s
Tony Plays Slender"BRUCE!! I'M BORED!!" Tony Stark's voice echoed through the room. Ever since he had moved in with his boyfriend, Bruce had played the part of entertainer, cook, and all-around caretaker for the spoiled, overgrown toddler that Tony was. He didn't mind. Having someone to care for again, having a reason to get up in the morning, filled him with warm happiness. The kind of giddiness that one associates with a schoolgirl spending time alone with her crush. Bruce poured some creamer into his coffee and walked over to Tony, who was draped lazily on the couch, upside-down.Tony Plays Slender2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Careful, Tony, or all of your blood is gonna rush to your head." No reaction from Tony. "And you'll explode."
"Not until you find me something to doooooooooo."
"Wanna play a video game?"
"I've already beat every game we have."
"How 'bout a new game?"
Bruce grabbed a tablet lying on the nearest coffee table and went to a game review site. The first game he saw was 'Slender.' Is that some sort of weight loss game?<
Nightcrawler bioNightcrawler bio11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Real name: Kurt Wagner
Occupation: Adventurer, formerly circus performer, formerly priest
Group affiliation: X-Men, formerly Excalibur
Base of operations: Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, Westchester County, New York
First appearance: Giant-Size X-Men #1 (1975)
Weight: 195 lbs.
Eye color: Shining yellow, with no visible pupils
Hair color: Indigo blue
Powers: Nightcrawler can teleport himself, his clothing and a certain amount of additional mass from one point to another almost instantaneously. He leaves behind smoke and the smell of burning brimstone, actually atmosphere from the unknown dimension through which he travels. Nightcrawler\'s infallible spatial awareness enables him to avoid teleporting into solid matter, which could cripple or kill him. As a result, he generally teleports only to places he can see or that he knows well. Through practice, Nightcrawler has increased the amount of mass he can teleport with him.
Nightcrawler\'s spine is more flexible than
koddrabblesUneventfulkoddrabbles4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Todd was, by now, accustomed to the vague, unbearably restless feeling. The feeling of complete unrest and total lack of function all at once. Before, it had made him want to melt into the ground, fade away, evaporate. He'd wanted his mind to leak out of his ears and drown him in a sweet tingle of nothingness. Now, even though the feeling was just as unbearable as ever, he found that it could be alleviated by distracting himself with Kurt.
As a rule, Todd was not a very romantic person; he wasn't prone to daydreams and fantasies about soft kisses in a bed of flowers. Todd didn't care much about all that fluffy pink stuff. What he enjoyed was the sense of peace and calm, the feeling of belonging, the promise of a willing touch. He liked blue feeling, not pink. Kurt gave him those things. Not the cornflower blue feeling that Todd liked best Kurt was more of a cerulean but he gave the same comfort nonetheless.
It was dark in Todd's room. He was sprawled out on the
BIO-SLIMEBIO-SLIMEBIO-SLIME1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Tim rode his dirt bike through the woods. He loved to go biking through the woods, especially in autumn. Tim stopped his bike grab a drink of water from his water bottle. He chugged it down and wiped his mouth. Tim continued on riding when he noticed something in the sky. It appeared to be a shooting star, but it was late in the afternoon, there was no way something like that could be visible during the daytime. Tim watched as the object soared over the tree lines and crashed in the woods. Tim wasn’t too far away from where it landed. He had a bad feeling, but his curiosity got the better of him. Tim rode his bike out to check it out.
Tim followed the trail of burnt, knocked over trees until he came across a smouldering crater. Laying in the center was a metallic sphere, about the size of a basket ball. Tim walked into the crater and looked at the sphere. He touched it, but he was not burned. The sphere was surprisingly cool to the touch. The sphere then
Real You and Fake MeReal You and Fake MeReal You and Fake Me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Who are you? Is that something you can really answer? Throughout your nomadic existence you could never truly answer that question. You are like clay; you can mold yourself into whatever you please in order to fool the common masses. I envy that power of yours. You make yourself flawless, proper, and intelligent. Without effort you can put anyone into your indefinite maze of shape and size. As someone such as myself, I can’t fathom the mysteries within that sealed heart of yours. Can you be someone real anymore? Continuously molding yourself must be tiring… and painful. Even when you do this, your ever changing personally always draws the undesirables out. Is that a good thing? I suppose it is. As you have lost the will to carry on with humanity, you’ve lost the twinkle of your heart. The love of humanity you once held dear has ceased before it began, and you were in pain even before you knew what that was.
Who am I? I can’t answer that any
SPM Love Stories - BlumiereAN : This is 15 pages. Ok? Don't go tell me it's long, I think I know.SPM Love Stories - Blumiere5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
― Timpani! cried the young man, running through the dark forest, as the black sky cried too, for this was a sad night.
― TIMPANI! yelled the man, walking between the giant trees, tears falling to the black ground. A howl could be heard, but this was nothing against what he feared.
― Timpani! tried the young person again, but he had already lost hope. The emptiness was the only one to respond his calls, and he was getting weak. He was so tired...
― Timpani... cried the son of the chief of the Tribe of Darkness, as he fell to his knees. Timpani... Why must you have to run away... Damn his father, for being so cruel. Was it so bad to love a human? Was it so impossible to love someone
Loki's LamentAh Thor, how I see you there;Loki's Lament2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so weak, so powerless against these chains.
Thor the mighty have thee always been known as: but no more.
Who's the mighty one now brother?
Who holds Odin's past majesty upon his head?
Not Thor but Loki.
Loki the reject.
Loki the forgotten son of Asgard.
Loki the stolen child of Jotunheim.
Aye but I am of neither Jotunheim nor Asgard.
I am only Loki,
alone and punished in this life.
And now the question which consumes me;
what to do with thee Thor, my despised brother?
We were as thou often reminded me, once so close...
yet it ne'er was to last.
Our brotherhood was to wither and die when you were captured,
in heart and soul by cruel, beautiful Sif.
Sif the lady of venomous tongue.
And once you had her, had you no need of your younger brother.
Your love turned to mockery, my name became Loki Lackeyson.
Cast aside, I became the forgotten toy,
the lonely soul cursed with a sense of eternal embitterment.
So do I kill you Thor?
Have thine head tak
X-Men fan fic 2 - The FluX-Men fan fic 2 - The Flu5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Logan was busy scheming. In fact he was making many cunning and devious plans.
He had started plotting at breakfast when he had noticed something odd. As he reached for the toast he spotted Kurt slumped forward with his head on his folded arms, a full plate of food, untouched, in front of him.
This was very strange considering the individual in question. Kurt was one of those annoying skinny people who could eat anything without gaining any weight; he attributed it to the amount of energy needed to teleport. So he took full advantage of this situation by eating anything and everything that wasn't nailed down. Except for the time when he had tried to eat the nail as well. He hoovered food up in a nanosecond and then attempted to steal titbits from other people. Logan had never seen him leave food before.
He shifted a few seats down until he was next to Kurt. "You gonna
*REQUEST* Quicksilver X Reader BondsThe sun warmly caressed you as you flipped to the next page of your favorite novel. It had been a week since you had moved to The X Mansion, and still you had yet to make any friends. You never were all that good with people, though now you couldn’t blame the so called ‘gift’ you possessed. Everyone that attended this school was special, which ironically meant no one was.*REQUEST* Quicksilver X Reader Bonds1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“So you’re the new girl.”
Turning to another page you couldn’t help but sigh. This would be the fourth time you answered the same question. “Yup.”
Pretending to ignore the person standing in front of you, and blocking your sun, you continued to read.
“It would probably be a good idea to at least pretend to be friendly.”
“Fine, ask me anything.” Glancing up from the well loved paperback you were taken aback by the boy standing in front of you. Never before had such a prefect looking guy ever even made the effort to talk to you.
The Return of Darkness Ch. 1--Prologue--The Return of Darkness Ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Today, I'm going to tell you a story.
You may remember the catastrophic events that happened only a mere few weeks ago, when the dastardly Count Bleck created the Chaos Heart and used it to create a Void that would rip the dimensions apart. Count Bleck had lost the person most dear to him, the woman he loved that he couldn't be with. Thus, he stole his tribe's most secret and horrible possession, the Dark Prognosticus, and then destroyed his own dimension, the place which forbid his love to a human. Afterwards, he went and searched for a personal army, to help carry out his plans.
He found a bat trapped in a cage, and set her free. She became his first minion.
He found a strong army general, betrayed by his own lieutenant, who became his second minion.
He found a young and powerful shape-shifting Pixl experiment, wandering on her own with no place to go, who became his third minion.
Then there was the fourth.
He came to the count and offered his services, his sentences wov
Faves+Pageviews? DA experimentI have now been a member of DeviantArt for a year and a half, and I was increasingly under the impression that people were favouriting my work for the sake of scoring themselves another pageview. I often visit peoples pages and find that they have pageviews coming out of their ears, even though their artwork is well not great.Faves+Pageviews? DA experiment7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So I decided to do an experiment. I made a new DA account and submitted some photographs that no-one in their right mind would think was a good piece of artwork. I then clicked on the random deviant button at the bottom of the page about 50 times and favourited something from each persons gallery, no matter how good/bad the artwork was.
Now I usually have fairly high standards for my favourites, I will only favourite work that I genuinely think is good. But here I threw my standards out the window and favourited everything that came through the door. Don't get me wrong, I am not saying that I only faved crap work. In fact
PhotographPhotograph3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
The photograph that lies on top of the old desk on the main hallway is one of the best secrets kept at Xavier's Mansion.
There's no student that had never seen it; in fact, Jean came to the conclusion, the Professor had, rather unconsciously, placed it on a way that the photo was immediately seen once you got into the house. To an ordinary guest, that picture was just one amongst thousand similar others that covered almost every plain surface available at the Mansion: from students to mutant activists, the house staff and old friends from all over the world; pictures plastered together over the walls on a not-very-distinguishable fashion matching with mixed pro-mutant articles and graduation diplomas. It seemed important to the Professor that everyone remembered the good times they've had together; it was his own way of showing them that
GordianWound and bound,Gordian2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Constricting my breathing,
Tightly, oh tightly.
Challengers come, all ye with nimble fingers -
Tied cunningly, these ropes, my hopes have died.
Through the knot I can view
Little, so little.
Wound and bound
Chords and I wait calmly for the sword.
Wasted YearsWhoever you're with and wherever you areWasted Years2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inside your head or infinitely far
Despite all our distance
Despite all your fear
Always remember that I am still here.
Wherever you're going, whatever you've done
Broken a heart, or blacked out the sun
Despite all my hatred
Despite all your pain
Never forget that you drove me insane.
Whenever you're lonely, whenever you die
No matter how often you stop and ask why
Despite all the darkness
Despite all we've done
Always remember that I'm not the one.
Whoever you've loved and whoever you'll break,
Alone in the darkness when you lie awake
Despite twisted nightmares
Despite wasted years
Never forget that you once dried my tears.
Timpani and Blumiere chapter 1-Blumiere "Blumiere! Blumiere, come back!" I heard my father call as I ran. I kept running. His voice got quieter until I couldn't hear it anymore. I slowed my pace to a steady walk after the castle disappeared from my view. When I reached Dark Cliff, I sat down and let my legs dangle off the side. I thought about my father's hurtful words.Timpani and Blumiere chapter 1-Blumiere2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I was just trying to remember Mother!" I wanted to scream. But I kept to myself.
It would be so easy, I thought. I could just... slip... down... It would be better than going back to face Father.
I stood up, looked down, and almost jumped.
Then I saw her.
She was lying down under a tree wearing an all-white gown. She was beautiful. I leaned closer to get a better view, but I didn't think it through. The ground under my feet crumbled away. I fell.
The last thing I saw was the girl kneeling beside me.
When I became con
To My Younger SelfDear Little Lili,To My Younger Self3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Never try to cut your own hair. God or genetics or the fates (whatever we'll eventually prefer) blessed us with many skills, but coordination is not one of them. For this reason avoid any sport that requires contact with others. You'll save a few broken bones.
Read everything. Books will be better friends to you than most people, but that is because they are humanity distilled - all of the beauty and none of the beast. Love them accordingly.
Touch the barbs of velvet-petal roses before you inhale their perfume. Get used to the way blood wells, then rolls across the ridges in your skin. Emotions are not so different. You cannot cross through this life without a few scars, but you can prepare yourself for the pain.
Love the people you meet. This will be so easy for you now, while you are young and see the world so clearly. With time, grime will slowly creep into your vision - a cancer of the heart and soul that medicine has yet to diagnose.
Hold on to the words from the
The Monologue of a Girl Who's Seen Too MuchMy name is Hayley Jordans. Hail to some, Hayley to most. Jordans to Leese.The Monologue of a Girl Who's Seen Too Much2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Who am I? Patience my friend. If I had no intention of telling you my story, I would not be talking to you right now. My story. Sounds so unreal. A story is something you tell children to help them sleep at night.
Are you willing to risk nightmares to hear what I have to say?
You don't scare easily do you?
Well, if this is a story, I guess we shall start at the beginning. My old life. I have disassociated myself with those years. But I guess I have that time to thank for getting me here today. Without those years I would not be here. I may have been happier. I wouldn't be as scarred for sure. But the world would still be blind and scrabbling in its own filth.
I'm getting ahead of myself. I was born - gosh that sounds so cliché - into a modest family in Bow Road, London. I wasn't disadvantaged. In fact, I was much better off than a lot of people in the country. My parents were obviously supporters of
Hate is a BeastHate is a beast that hides withinHate is a Beast2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Full of bile and fractured sin
It reeks of smoke and brimstone death
Growling viciously with every breath
Beware, beware oh innocent one
This beast can be inside anyone
Don’t watch the smile, the smile lies
Look deeply, deeply into the eyes
And even then you cannot be sure
This beast is cunning and has allure
Many have died within its embrace
This monster behind a very kind face
My only advice is politically incorrect
But would you rather reap regret?
Trust must be earned and seen very clear
Innocent? No, not until proven my dear
Random Junk Shop tg Chapter 3"And the winner," Jack called out to the crowded room, "for the third week in a row, is TheWilter, aka Walter! Go ahead and pick your prize." A round of applause filled the room.Random Junk Shop tg Chapter 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thomas threw his controller down. "You only win every time because you play video games all day. What a sad life."
Walter gave Thomas a sneer. "What a sad line coming from the loser."
Jack sighed and shot the two a look; they grudgingly quieted down. It was obvious certain people didn't get along well. In the beginning, Jack tried to force the kids to become friends, but it took way too much effort. Now, if they argued too much, he kicked them out.
Jack eyed the group of fifty people; it was getting bigger every time. Every Wednesday, Jack would hold a video game tournament with a prize, usually something random from his shop. It began as a simple activity, but word spread and more people started to come beyond the usual high school and middle school kids, including college students and working adults. He also