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
koddrabblesUneventfulkoddrabbles5 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
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 Slender3 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?<
how the killer learned to love again(part 1)sorry, but i dont really care for caps, and other grammer things, sorry if it bugs you. this is a story i wanted to make about a girl, who falls for a insane murderer. Jeff The Killer! hes going to be softer in this one so fangirls, this is your kinda story. sorry if its kinda corny. :/ ENJOY!how the killer learned to love again(part 1)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
'why did i have to be so careless!' I thought to myself. it was cold and dark, but i had to find my dog.
it was my fault that shes missing. I`d opened the back door to take the trash out, and accendentaly left it open. when i came back, Frost was gone. that was 2 hours ago.
"Frost?!" i called again. No response. usually if i called shed come imidiatly,...but no. my shepard didnt come barking and running up to me.
i shiverd and pulled my black hoodie over my head,tucking in my long black hair.
i was walking through the park, calling for my dog.
suddenly my phone vibrated.
i checked it, '1 new text message, from mom'
i read the message.
"Isiss, if you dont find Frost by midnight youll have to come
F.N.M.N -Erik:Charles-Friday Night Movie NightF.N.M.N -Erik:Charles-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had really all started with Raven -- dinner had barely been cleared from the table before she was looking over at him, all hopeful eyes and innocent smile. "We should watch a movie," she said, and he was well aware of what she was doing even if she didn't believe it to be so. He'd planned another small training session that night; really, it was somewhat more of a lecture, but he hadn't missed the eye rolls he'd received from the children upon telling them. "I mean, we've been training all week, Charles. And it's Friday night..."
"A movie sounds good." Sean piped up over his glass, leaning back in his chair and nodding in approval.
"There is supposed to be a rather groundbreaking documentary televised tonight." Hank said, looking down at his watch. "We should be able to catch the beginning still."
"As long as Bozo doesn't pick what we're watching, I'm in." Alex said, and Charles knew that there was no fighting it. He glanced over at Erik, who shru
PhotographPhotograph4 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
Committed (Jeff the killer fanfic) Chapter 2Committed (Jeff the killer fanfic) Chapter 22 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Hey freak! You know your wearing your makeup wrong, right?"
I sigh, ignoring the stupid popular sluts that are currently following me down the hallway. This is my daily life, I hate everyone who attends this damn school. They all like to torment me in some way or another.
I honestly don't know why I'm still alive. Perhaps so I can prove to everyone that I'm stronger than ending my life just because of their stupid opinions of me. They really don't matter to me anyways, I just hate the constant annoyance, but I really have nothing to live for, other than my sister and my creepypasta which I adore.
"Hey freak! I'm talking to you!"
I turn around, and that popular chick following me smirks, like she thinks she bothered me. Well, she did a little. You can't really expect to make fun of my Jeff the killer look and not have me bothered.
"Freak" has a name." I reply, my voice sounding strangely agressive. That's weird, I'm not usually like this. I suppose she really got to me. And it's not li
Self Made.Self Made.Self Made.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Research and re-emerge when you have found the answer.
Correct and perfect your craft and become your own master.
Refine your design until it cannot be further enhanced.
Instead of waiting, why not try creating your own chance?
Have the nerve to capture what you so rightly deserve.
Duly take heed but never concede to what you have heard.
Manually harness the tenacity to exceed your limited capacity.
Recognize that progress can either happen instantly or gradually.
Stay humble but don’t let it crumble when things start looking up.
Because those in a position of power are also known to be corrupt.
Remain independent; refrain from complying and relying on others.
But understand that those conceited people also needed loving mothers.
Polish and accomplish your dreams and visualise them into this reality.
Remember that failing is nothing but one of life’s constructive formalities.
So be confident go and see the things you have always wanted to see.
Allow yourself time
Foolish girlstrange what desires will make foolish girls do.Foolish girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
....Mostly i think about being someone else.
In a warmer place.
I pretend that i have everything
I yearn for.
To hold, to feel
To never be alone
I watch him... and its a small comfort.. a girl cant lose what shes never had.
Return to Me, Brother 4---Return to Me, Brother---Return to Me, Brother 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki smacked away Thor's arm and turned. "I cannot ask forgiveness." He turned to Thor, glaring. "I won't." it seemed it was all finally wearing on him, though. Thor could see the distress in his brothers' eyes. Thor's words had reached him, no matter how he was trying to fight them.
"Why do you deny being forgiven brother? Do you want to continue this life? Do you enjoy it?" Thor said, hoping to break down the walls a little bit more.
"Enjoy it?!" Loki laughed hysterically. "Enjoy knowing you're the bastard spawn of a monster race, taken in to always live in the shadow of another now knowing I was never meant for this life.. That I've let down all who I wanted to make proud You think I enjoy it, brother?!" he glared at Thor.
"If you don't, then why continue living this way? And don't say you have no other choice." Thor watched him, sitting upon one of the rocks. He crossed his arms, glancing down at his Asgardian uniform before his eyes
jeffs story and mine part 2jeffs story and mine part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
about some hours later jeff got back up and says "time for us to go" i lookd and said "where" he said "its a suprise". he took me and started fallowing a persone. the persone walked
in there house . jeff says "come on lets go" i said "in there why" he said just go and he gave me a knife. we sat in the window and the persone layd down in there bed jeff told me to
go and kill him i said "ok" in fear. i walked up to the edge of the bed and the guy sreemed i said "shhh callm down" i grabed the knife and stabed him in the chest over and over. i could tell
he had a daughter. the daughter came in the room me and jeff looked at her she said whats wrong with daddy. i felt bad for what i did to her father i had to lie and said "me and my freind put keshup on your dad to scare him in the morning"
she said "oh okay can you read me a storie to put me to sleep" jeff looked and said "i will" he whent in the room with her and she gave him a book to read. he read the book and coverd her to with the cov
Pacifymidnight ritualsPacify2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are not what
and the naked women
where is the cauldron
where is the smoke
I see a fire (contained)
at the bottom
of a glass
a superficial warmth
the honesty I was promised
through its hands,
afraid of sounds
at its door
Divine ConspiracyGod's gang bullied Lucifer to Hell.Divine Conspiracy2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
How the Killer Learned to Love Again(part 4)Later, my mother got home. she was just tired and didnt notice anything out of place so she didnt know that i skipped. but i WOULD have to go to school tomorow. i didnt want anyone getting suspious.How the Killer Learned to Love Again(part 4)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
i read a book and tried to do some homework that i knew i had, but i couldnt really focuse.
i kept glancing out the window, wondering if jeff was out there, right now... watching me.
~the next day~
Leah would not shut up about Neal talking to her all dam night.
"and you know what he told me? he said-"just then the 1st bell rang. saving me for her endless chatter. i walked briskly to my history class and sat down in my seat.
i as great at history and didnt really pay any attetion to what my teacher was saying.
after that class, i was walking to english. but thn i noticed something, Shashe wasnt there to bully me. it was srange, because all of her followers were there. and they gave me dirty looks.
i shruged it off, thinking that they were just pissed about me attacking Shashe.
i suffered thr
JourneyThe journey is so much longerJourney3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't use your heart as a map, I say, while
traveling down your heavenly-rich brown hair.
Are you listening? or maybe you already knew that,
not surprising, but either way I'm filled up
with the most beautiful bliss, and you're to blame;
you and your smile that you're barely ever without;
hard to believe there is so much power in a simple facial expression,
but it transforms us inside, like the beauty in an autumn leaf.
Take me to where that smile comes from;
take me to where happiness walks the blue skies,
and kisses the light.
Be the heart and the map of my journey――
you're already the beauty of it――and I'm bound to
along the way see a lot of sunsets and cherry blossom trees,
that's just like you isn't it?
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
DesperationYour spine is a secretDesperation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers can uncode.
Your vertebrae cracks open,
your secrets are exposed.
I suck out the tender marrow
and scrape flesh off the bone
hoping; if I absorb you
I will no longer feel alone.
EncoreRemember how I used to sayEncore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't wait for a brand new day
But now I'm scared of death, I'm scared of living
Gave up on my hopes because they're unforgiving
I misplaced my trust
I've watched my world turn to dust
Fought through things that felt never ending
And my heart just keeps on mending
Secrets mound behind my closet door
Pieces keep spilling out onto the floor
But here it is, the day I have to go
I will try not to let it show
How terrified I really am
I will fight as hard as I can
So we can sit side by side
And watch the moon divide
The water and the clear blue sky
One last time before I die
OdysseyWake up, and smell the rosesOdyssey2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Live up, to expectations
Inhale, your spotlight's fading
Exhale, your curtain's falling
Moonlight, pouring through your window
Words, pounding through your head
The words that you should've said
They've all risen from the dead
Keep up, with your Odyssey
Make up, your uncertain mind
Inhale, how can she be rescued?
Exhale, when you can’t save yourself?
“I begin to sing of Pallas Athena,
The dread Protectress of the city,
Who with Ares looks after matters of war,
The plundering of cities,
The battle-cry and the fray”
Wake up, and smell the roses
Live up, to expectations
Inhale, my spotlight's fading
Exhale, my curtain's falling
Moonlight, pouring through my window
Words, pounding through my head
The words that I should've said
They've all risen from the dead
Keep up, with my Odyssey
Make up, my uncertain mind
Inhale, how can she be rescued?
Exhale, when I can’t save myself?
How can she be rescued?
When I can’t even save myself?
Quoting LifeTime does not heal all wounds.Quoting Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is not always the answer.
But hate shouldn’t manifest either.
You will not always find a good for an evil.
Or find an evil for a good.
Life is odd like that.
But don’t fool yourself.
Death is not the answer.
Laughter isn’t always a medicine.
Sometimes it hurts.
Tears may release you from hidden pain.
But they might be the cause for it in the first place.
You can’t stop moving.
You can not take a single step back.
You can move forward.
But if you do, you fall.
You can stand still.
But the world will stand with you.
You can say you hate.
But I know you really mean that you love.
Children are supposed to be innocent.
But often they are subject to things worse than to which adults are.
It doesn’t matter if you have a job.
Or if your that hobo living on the corner of the street.
We all end up with choices.
We all end up with pain.
Fic. Jane Eyre AU. Value of Our Lives.Fic. Jane Eyre AU. Value of Our Lives.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mr. Lehnsherr? Mr. Lehnsherr! Were you even listening?" her inquiry, full of irritation and frustration brought him back to reality, "Is there something on his face?"
Giving her a quick glance, Mr. Lehnsherr was not even sure what the lady asked, or what nonsense she was talking about earlier.
"The man clad in black, near the window. Is there something on his face?" Each and every word she uttered, revealed the impatience that was slowly, yet so surely building up. She was not accustomed to being ignored.
"You have been ogling him the whole evening. The very least you could do is to act as if you are listening to me."
"Lady Ingram," he began, voice calm and smooth, "I can assure you, I did not miss a single word that escaped your beautiful lips, please continue, I'm all yours.'
For the rest of the evening, he was listening to Lady Ingram's chirping; doing an outstanding job of not giving in to complete bo
NightmaresCharles cried out as he woke with a start. He switched his beside light on and sat up heart racing and pyjamas damp with sweat. He knew, he stood throwing off his doona, he ran. It was Erik.Nightmares4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His choked scream echoed through the unlit room. His body arched forcing the back of his head into his pillow. Phantom knives sliced and dug under his skin dragging his powers out from the fire. His lamp smashed against his bedroom door while dishes, fixtures and any other metal objects in his room flung from their place into the walls at a furious pace. He writhed in terror trying to escape the damp sheets that where twisted around his body and limbs like straps holding him down.
Beads of sweat flicked from his face as he finally pulled free falling from his bed. His eyes slammed open as his body smacked against the wooden floorboards. He lay still, heart pounding, disoriented in the black space. He could hear something like a voice, perhaps a speaker, it was saying his name. In th