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
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?<
Birth of a Weapon - Part IIBirth of a Weapon - Part II1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The earth shook as an unexpectedly womanish shape departed the room, leaving the solid wood door crashing to a close, the walls trembling before the shockwave concussed the dim chamber.
Only the guards frantic movements and calls to his superior could be heard.
Agent Edison Smith’s world was closing in on him, his body failing him as he tried to maintain his grasp of reality. He struggled to maintain control while the wrathful serum coursed through his veins. The pain from the initial injection was beginning to subside, but the chilling serum infiltrated his circulatory system, leaving him hopelessly frozen in a fetal position.
“Sir! Agent Smith!” the guard called. “Get up!” His cries were falling on deaf ears. Smith’s hearing and inner ear functions were shutting down.
Synapses firing at random, Smith was losing command of his body. His muscles twitching, the loss of control began in his pelvis, slow
Birth of a Weapon - Part IBirth of a Weapon - Part I1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
25 December 1969: Cold War Era
President Nixon stood solemnly as he addressed the world with an unprecedented announcement.
“The United States shall renounce the use of lethal biological agents and weapons, and all other methods of biological warfare. The United States will confine its biological research to defensive measures such as immunization and safety measures.”
Nixon’s speech did little to quell the fears of a third war between the world’s superpowers. The biological threat was merely a footnote to the nuclear arsenals of the United States and Russia. The world could not yet comprehend the awesome power and horrific capabilities that lie within the biological warfare arena. The shadow of the nuclear world was the perfect cloak for the further development of biological weapons.
12 June 1987
A man struggled to free himself from the limb restraints wrapped around his extremities; the hospitable bed he was imprisoned in clanged and crea
SLITHERSlitherSLITHER5 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
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
Nightcrawler bioNightcrawler bio12 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
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
pinkPinkpink8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a beautiful day, so beautiful in fact, that it seemed to mock the only person not enjoying it. They sky was so sickeningly clear and the weather so intolerably perfect that Vegeta could almost hear the world laughing at him every time a soft breeze flew through his hair.
Vegeta was so angered by how the world constantly punished him that he clenched his fists so tight that his palms bled just to keep himself from screaming.
His raged was suddenly interrupted by the sound of laughter coming from a house barley visible through the endless trees that surrounded it. In the house, Vegeta could hear the sounds of the party that was held inside. He could hear the faint sound of glasses clinking and people eating, and at times he could hear Chi-Chi yelling at Yamcha for trying to pop all of the balloons. It was all the sounds someone would expect to hear at a party, sounds most people would welcome, but Vegeta did not find this a day to celebrate. As he listened t
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
GO TO SLEEP...And Dream. (A short JTK love story) ...They say dreams don't come true.... they lied....GO TO SLEEP...And Dream. (A short JTK love story)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
They will haunt you at first... but slowly..they want to tell you something...
..Show you something....
..Let you know they were coming.... To save you from yourself...
...How would I ever thank God for... No, fuck no. How would I ever thank Satan for this hypnotic, insane, murderous lover of mine...
My Killer - He came and killed me in reality - And he took me away...
I couldn't take it anymore....
Life - It is one of the worst things that could ever struck a being.
I'm never worry free....
I never am happy...
Bullied. Abused. Hurt. And Alone. - Yes, In life, that is all you are - And you must fend for yourself... It is a war of life and death... and when you choose death, Life wants to come in and just make you more miserable rather than just finish it all...
And it wasn't just that of my miserable life - It was when I would sleep too... In my dreams...
For years now... I dreamed... every single night... Th
The Moon of Change Cruelest of all fates was the one I endured. How could it be that I, now sitting staring at the moon, could have once been the opposite of what I am now? I was once a man of 26 years. I had life yet to live! However, I made the mistake of want. I yearned for the life of the middle class man. I wanted a spouse and a child. An innocent request, no? But damn the shooting stars, the eyelashes, and the fountain pennies. How could they have left me in such torment? How could they have not appeared when I needed them? All I had to wish on was the moon. Now, I sit here, my husband by my side, and my stomach filled with child.The Moon of Change5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Who was responsible for my transformation? Him! The man of white! VAREN! Did I expect the white phantom to appear in my living quarters? Would you? Would anyone? How loathsome is the way he sits, how he stares at
SAO tg side story (Trapped)SAO tg side story (Trapped)8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
SAO tg side story
“I should have been an idiot just like every one else” Muse was lying on the ground, miserable. He outstretched his arm and a small hand held mirror appeared in a flash of light in his hand. Muse stared at his reflection and saw herself gaze back at him. He let out a deep sigh and a frown grew as he heard her high pitched voice.
The announcer spoke on the T.V. letting the world know that the worlds first VRMMORPG Sword are online was going to be released in a few weeks. My heart started to pound rapidly ready burst out of my chest. My breathing quickened and I started to shake in anxiety.
“Sword art online” The words flew out of my mouth like honey and left their sweet taste in their wake. A large smile crept across my face. My wish of a life time had actually come to true. I moved over to my computer eager to do something, to learn more about my dream. I scrolled through countless sites and learned every thi
JeffxReader: Chapter One-One Day EarlierSo the keys I will be using in this story is (y/n)=your name, (h/l)=hair length, (h/c)=hair color, (e/c)=eye color, (f/c)=fabric color, (s/c)=skin color. (______)=Insert whatever fits.JeffxReader: Chapter One-One Day Earlier1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: One Day Earlier
As you sat in your bed sleeping your alarm began to go off. Reaching out for it you slammed your hand down on the snooze button. Getting to a sitting position you threw the covers off. Throwing your legs over the side and standing up you began to stretch. Bending over backwards to where your body made an arc, you went back to standing immediately afterwards. Walking over to your closet you grabbed out your favorite (____) (f/c). And your favorite jeans with (____).
Heading out of your room you shared with twenty other girls. You headed to the kitchen and began to make breakfast for every girl excluding yourself. You had pissed off the head mistress and had lost your supper. How were you supposed to know that she would actually open the door? Not like you
Metamorphosis (Chapter 13)Metamorphosis (Chapter 13)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the party finally came, I sat up in my room, only in my underwear. I hadn’t changed into my party dress that mom had gotten and I hadn’t come downstairs for anything. The note that I had found was sitting on my bedside table. I didn’t wanna show my parents yet because I had a plan on how to talk to them about it. I sat quietly, just readying myself. I looked at the dress hanging in my closet and got up from the bed to grab it. As I touched the silky fabric, I remembered the secrets mom and dad were keeping from me, and I felt an undying urge to rip of the garment. I breathed in and exhaled sharply, calming myself. I slipped on the dress and adjusted it in front of the mirror. If my plan was going to work, I needed to look my best for this.
I fixed up my hair and I washed my face. I put on a pair of nice sandals and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked lovely, and I knew that no one would ever guess I was Chase…which was just what I wanted. I smiled and
Jeff the KillerMusic drummed in my ears as I gentle almost jogged my way home. I had made the stupid mistake of staying at my friend's house a couple more hours than I should have and was forced to walk the dark and long way home. I glanced down at my phone, telling me that it was half past midnight, making me sigh aloud. Thank God my parents weren't in town. I'd surely be grounded for staying out this late. I was still about half an hour away from my house which irritated me. It was cold and lonely. Nobody was walked outside like me. Everybody was at home, stuffed in their warm beds, while I was stuck in the cold winter of Britain, defending off muggers without even my fists. I can't fight to save my life, so I would pretty much be screwed.Jeff the Killer2 years ago in Horror More Like This
The streets seemed unnaturally quiet. Street lights flickered as I walked under them sometimes but I ignored it and carried on. I was in the middle of Town were closed and closed down shops sat in the damp atmosphere around them.
Something told me to look
How the Killer Learned to Love Again(part 14)I turned around slowly and starred a the thing behind me, a tall pale man stood there.How the Killer Learned to Love Again(part 14)2 years ago in Horror More Like This
he was easily 7 or 8 feet tall with long arms that hung by his knees, and he wore a black suit, with a blood red tie, but that wasnt the worst part. i could handle jeffs scarred face, but this was worse, this man HAD no face. just and empty head.
~'hello isiss.'~ his voice was low, dark and seemed to echo slightly. how did he know my name? and then, just like it always did when i was in trouble, my spunk kicked in.
"what happend to your face?" i asked. i wanted to slap myself in the face right there, but the tall man just laughed.
~'at least jeffery found someone with some bravery.'
my blood froze. how did he know jeff? or me?
"w-who are you? and how do you know J-jeff?" i couldnt help the waver in my voice when i spoke jeffs name.
~' you seem as if you are about to cry. i take it that jeff DID do as i asked. SlenderMan is my name.'~
"what did you make jeff do?!" i hated being in the dark. this slend
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
How the Killer Learned to Love Again(part 12)my heart felt like someone had just shredded it.How the Killer Learned to Love Again(part 12)2 years ago in Horror More Like This
"w-what" i said in disbelief.
"we cant see each other anymore." Jeff looked down at the ground and wouldn't meet my eyes.
"jeff...what happened to you?" i couldn't help the shake in my vioce. did he hate me that much? is that why he wanted to push me away?
"i cant tell you. but you need to stay away from me. im just...not good for you." he mumbled.
"what are you talking about!" i didnt want to believe what he was saying. but i knew that jeff was here and he was leaving me forever.
"y-you have a chance at a good life isiss. dont screw it up. it would be best for you if you forgot about me. i wont be able to give you the life you need, you want...you deserve." he wouldnt look at me, and i knew i had shock and dispare all over my face.
"jeff...i dont care! i need you. and i dont know how ill live without you!"i cried out.
"no isiss" he shook his head,"you cant be around me anymore. im leaving. and....im never coming back"
i felt the tears s
How the Killer Learned to Love Again(part 3)I did know what i was doing, all i wanted to do was attack this bitch.How the Killer Learned to Love Again(part 3)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I lunged forward and punched shashe right in her face, she fell back, shocked. before she could react, i jumped on top of her, and began to Punch her repeatedly. i don't know how long i hit her, or how hard, but next thing i knew, i was I'm my car and Leah was driving me home.
i didnt care about anything at the moment, but i could still hear leah giving me a talk, though i didnt catch all of it.
"you shouldn't....don't be fighting...you lucky you didn't get caught!" that's all i needed to hear.
i wouldnt get in trouble, unless that bitch told om me.
a few minutes later, Leah pulled up to my driveway. she sighs,"well....I'm going home. we cant go to school today, not after that."
she shakes her head at me. "im...im sorry?" i say. leah smiles at me and gets out.
she begins to walk down the street, toward her house.
i look around. my mom was at work and would be there for a few hours. she wouldn't know i skipped.
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
100 Ways to Annoy William T. Spears100 Ways to Annoy William T. Spears100 Ways to Annoy William T. Spears1 year ago in Humor More Like This
-By Phoenix of Starlight.
*This contains references to Kuroshitsuji I and II, the OVAs, as well as the Kuroshitsuji musicals, and the manga.
1. Bring a demon into the shinigami Library.
2. Insult Undertaker.
3. Steal his glasses.
4. If option three isn't coming into effect immediately, give said glasses to Grell, and William will be forced to do something he doesn't want to do in order to get them back.
5. Step on his foot.
6. Paint his death scythe completely red.
7. If option six isn't coming into effect immediately, give the painted death scythe to Grell, and William will be forced to do something he doesn't want to do in order to get it back.
8. Pester him while he's on the job.
9. Poke his cheek, then say, "Wow, I should do that more often," before proceeding to poke him repeatedly.
10. Dare/bribe Ronald into turning on his lawnmower death scythe when William's trying to sleep.
11. When William alre
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