Gundam Savior Mission 1 The PreventersGundam Savior Mission 1 The Preventers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mobile Suit Gundam U.C.: Savior
Mission 01: The Preventers
Date: U.C. 0217
Egypt, once home to one the most ancient civilizations on Earth. Even in the Universal Century, its many ancient architectures still amaze and strike imagination to all those who gaze a pawn them. It's modern towns and cities house people from many parts of the Earth and from the space colonies known as Sides. Among this diversity of people is a group called E.N.O.Z, the Earth Nation of Zeon.
The citizens of the E.N.O.Z. are descendants of the Zeon Remnants that survived the Zeon conflicts in first century of the U.C. calendar, such as the One Year War and the Third Neo Zeon War formed this hidden nation. The Earth Nation of Zeon spans throughout the four corners of the Earth; hiding in plain sight by working for the Earth's two main governments.
The first government is known as The Union Foundation. This small, yet growing, faction holds up the ideals and standards of the Old Earth Federation. The Un
Parable of the LanternThere were once two men seeking wisdom under the tutelage of an ancient master. He brought them into a dark room. In the center were two metal lamps, each containing a flickering flame.Parable of the Lantern7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Grip your lamp by the base, endure the heat, and gaze into the flame," instructed the master. "If your faith wavers and you look away, or your strength fails and you let go, even for an instant, you will be lost. You will never be wise. But gaze at the flame and, if you prevail, you will know truth."
And the master left them.
The two men gripped their lamps, and gazed into the light. Soon the lamps grew hot from the fire within, and began to burn their hands.
One man let go and stood up. "Aha!" cried the faithful man, as he continued to grip his lantern. "You have shown yourself too weak to become wise."
"Who is wise, the one who holds fire, or the one who lets go?"
The faithless man's eyes adjusted to the dark, and he saw that
Change of hearts 1Fanfic of SherlockChange of hearts 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Change of hearts 1
"I can't believe my dear Howard is gone!"cried the old widow out as peramedics removed the dead body of her murdered husband. "Anyone who pops to mind that hated your husband so much that he wanted him dead?"I asked not interested in the grief of the wheeping widow.
"What he means is that we're sorry for your loss ma'am."John picked in, trying to smooth-talk my emotionless action. "But we want to catch the killer of your husband as quickly as possible and therefor we need to question any person of interest. Is there someone in preticuliar where Mr. Jamesson spended a lot of time with?". "Well..."she sniffed. "There is one person who knew my husband better then I did and that's our granddaughter. She lives here at the mansion ever since she was 15 because her parents died in a car accident. Even though she has the rebelious character of her late mother instead of the character of my late son, she and my husband sticked together like g
ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bear . Wolf, eagle. Always these beasts could turn the hunter into prey. Hurron knew this, it was a knowledge his father taught him well on his first bleeding of the snow.
Up in the cold you keep these three rulers in mind at all times, especially at the winters end, for wolf is still rabid with winters hunger. Bear awakens from its slumber sharing the same thought as the wolf, and northern eagles, they are always a threat. In time, they learned to wound their prey and watch it bleed to death. Yes, three ruled the mountains, but on the day of bleeding of the snow, they were all prey
Hurron pretended to be sleeping, while he watched his son standing guard by the fire. Boy has grown strong, stronger than the old wives of the village have foreseen. However, that was not surprising. Hurron never looked kindly on the self-proclaimed prophets. Fate is what one makes of it, and his
Love Triangles in FerrisWheelShipping.http://i43.tinypic.com/syb3no.pngLove Triangles in FerrisWheelShipping.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And that picture is basically what I imagine when I try to fathom how most fans think of a love triangle involving FerrisWheelshipping.
The Joltik is just to help make some sense of it.
Black and Cheren, even Ingo sometimes, all fall under the same trap. The Jacob Blacks of the usual FerrisWheelshipper's mind. Simply added into the mix to add "drama". Rarely added in order to give the participants of the triangle developement and growth, which should be the only valid reason to have a love triangle in the first place. But hey, this are all shallow twits, to them the concept of depth and detail is like the concept of advanced mathematics to the everyday Joe. Something they try to avoid.
Well, it isn't.
Yet the idea of involving a love triangle with this pairing is most likely the recipe for fail (atleast basing it on the Twilight portrayal of the participants).
First of, there's Mr. Gropius.
Let's take a look at this fellow
How to evade making a Mary SueThe Mary Sue GuideHow to evade making a Mary Sue7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
This guide is meant to introduce and/or inform you of this threat that is currently attacking storywritting, drawing, Original Character creation (OCs) and fandom/fanfiction in general, not to say Originality itself!
During the course of this guide, you will learn what a Mary Sue is, youll identify one when sighted and, most importantly, you will not create one and hopefully you will help others in the subject, so they dont create Mary Sues too.
I) Mary Sue 101:
-What is a Mary Sue?
Mary Sue is a title given to characters in fanfiction (and sometimes original, professional work) who are simply perfect: They are beautiful, smart, friendly, always willing to help for nothing in exchange even if they can die, powerful, important in one way or other...you get the point (I will explain on emphasis later). These characters are often created in Roleplaying forums/chatrooms or simply as OCs with a storyline
The Ballad of Eiy'ra HaizThe Ballad of Eiy'ra Haiz5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he don't answer any more.
Not the whiskey drinking Indian, the marine who went to war.
A beaten up jukebox played old country songs in the corner of the bar. Outside, the mid-afternoon sun beat down on the cracked clay floor. The rocks surrounding the small mining town of Cripple Creek almost seemed to glow in the heat, and the horizon was half-hidden by haze. The township went about its business under the watchful eye of the local Dominion garrison.
But those in the Pink Moon sheltered from that world. The barman, Townes, was an old war veteran with only one arm. In place of the other was a crude robotic substitute. He served up drinks with little more than a vice, powered by a handful of servos which were connected to his arm just below the elbow. He was strangely proud of the device he'd often joke that he'd never play piano again, but his sex-life had improved tremendously.
Old Ma Haggard sat at the other side of the bar, smoking. She, like alm
Christmas of the magesA mágusok karácsonyaChristmas of the mages3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A tél jégvirágos palástjával borította be Sal'arad karácsonyi tűzben égő világát. Mindenki úgy gondolta, ez az évszak csupán pusztulást hoz, a fák lombjukat hullatva mély álomba merülnek, a virágok pedig elhervadnak. Csupán kevés madár maradt hű a fészkéhez, kik nem menekültek el a tél fagyos lehelete elől. Ám a mágusok másképp gondolták, nekik ez az évszak hozta el a teremtés lehetőségét. Tornyukon, amely fagyos lándzsaként emelkedett ki a tájból, messziről ragyogtak a zúzmarából készített virágalakzatok, melyeket a mágusok hoztak létre, hogy örömet szerezzenek a falusiaknak karácsonykor.
A téllel együtt érkezett egy új diák a tanoncok közé. Egy
DragonSlayer!America X DragonGirl!ReaderDragonSlayer!America X DragonGirl!Reader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
King Arthur sat upon his throne rubbing his temples. The kingdom had just suffered from another fierce dragon raid and in return lost most of the livestock in the lower villages. Most of the houses had also been burnt down during the process. They needed a hero - and fast.
'Alright...send him in.' sighed the king. After considering it for more than an hour, King Arthur had finally decided that it was time to bring in another knight to slay the dragon which terrorised his kingdom.
'Are you sure you want to do this, Milord?' whispered Francis into the king's ear. 'We've already lost 10 of our best soldiers'
'What choice do we have? One more raid and the villages are done for!' spat Arthur in a lowered vioce.
'Send him in.' he then shouted.
The doors of the great hall opened and a young man was escorted in by two guards. He wore silver armour covering his right arm and chest, brown breeches and leather boots up to his knees. Under the chainmail on his torso was a deep red fabric which fan
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERSMass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
Game Industry Advice4studentsI was asked by an aspiring 3d artist who was about a year from actually attending college, for some advice about the gaming industry and this is what I had to say to her. She was specifically thinking about going to Digipen, which is the same college I went to. But the advice applies to just about any school that offers a program in "video game' 3d art.Game Industry Advice4students5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Well, there are a few things I'd suggest you do, if you have the goal of being a 3D Artist in the gaming industry.
First off, you need to really decide if you want to aim for the gaming industry or production film 3d.
Most schools that offer degrees in 3D Animation could go either way. The big animation projects that they all have you do are big prerendered, storyboarded 3d animated sequencees - which is obviously much more along the lines of film production. The limitations and techniques used in a planed out, storyboarded 30sec/1-2min animation are entirely different from the limitations and techniques used
CommissionsCommissions6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Subject: DA Commission
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Payment method is best used via Paypal. E-mail me if you are using money order. Please do not send payment in cash, and it is best to keep the transaction slip in case the money order gets lost in the mail.
Will Not Draw:
- Heavy gore
- Strange sexual fetishes
- Mechnical objects such as robots, mechas, machines, etc.
- Cyberpunk/Biomechanical/Sci-fi fantasy motifs
- Humans or humanoid creatures
- Anime style
- Chibi style
If there's any questions regarding what I can or cannot draw, slip a note and I'll answer truthfully.
Love Is - ItaHina - Capitulo 5Love Is - ItaHina - Capitulo 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.
LOVE IS NEVER CONCEITED
(El amor nunca es ególatra)
- Eso es lo que diría un perdedor. ¿Acaso darse cuenta de lo que no podemos hacer, no es lo mismo que darse por vencido?
- No. Significa perdonarte a ti mismo por lo que no eres capaz de hacer. Tus camaradas están ahí para suplir lo que tú no puedes hacer y para prevenir que ignores las cosas que si puedes lograr. Si quieres saber quién eres tienes que mirar muy dentro de ti y aceptar lo que ves. Yo no fui capaz de hacerlo, engañé demás y a
A negy graciaA negy gracia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A fotográfiáknak különös a természetük. Megörökítenek a világból kiragadott töredékes pillanatokat, s azok még az évszázadok távlatából is úgy ragyognak ránk, mintha épp csak az előbb ragadtuk volna ki őket, megszokott környezetükből. Ám azt nem árulják el egy szóval sem, ki fia borja az, akit örök időkre megörökítenek. Nekünk kell kitalálnunk.
Emitt e kép, az évet nem is tudom már, ezerkilencszázvalahány, napfényes szombat délután, mikor menetrend szerint négy grácia korzózik, s hajók úsznak a Dunán. Bemutatom a hölgyeket szépen sorban, hogy a képekhez a jellemeket is társíthasd, s eldönthesd, melyiküket kedveled jobban.
Pollákovics Stefánia, született Rétfalvi. Iga
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
Eshes Candle - Grimoire entryEshes Candle - Grimoire entry6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I am a candle
I am your flame
Burning only for your eyes
Ignited only with your smile
If orange flame I should display
simple I be and constant remain
you walk along, I light your way
That's all there is to this shade
If blue I burn
Turmoil and scorn
I sense your pain and so I burn
Spread my wax on the ground
Your enemies I will surround
If green you see
Healing I will be
A flame not hot, but cold
Fear not me
allow my flames to engulf thee
Your wounds I will heal
your pain will flee
Be warned though if red you see
I am unstable
the majicks run free
My flame will burn
my light will scorn
As easy as breathing.
Wolf of PorcelainMotionless, I hang there waiting for him. Is he going to come? Or has he tossed me aside, like he would an old gum wrapper, or a half eaten pizza in the fridge? It has felt, as if I have been hanging here, on this cabinet door, for what seems to be an eternity.Wolf of Porcelain4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hope of his appearance starts to fade,but then I hear the pipes filled with rushing water come to a halt. This excites me, for this signals me that I have not long to wait. I hear a door open and close, the joy in me builds as I watch him walk into the room; fully dressed in the clothes he will wear for the day. He walks over to the desk that has the cabinet I hang from. His hands start to move as he put the items he will need in his pants pockets. A cell phone, a wallet, a pencil, and eraser; in no particular order, the last thing he does before he leaves is take me by the string I hang from and it goes over his head. The string rests on the back of his neck as I hang in front of him.
He takes me everywhere, he loves me and he