The Many Lives of Mickey Mouse VIIThe Many Lives of Mickey Mouse VII3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Many Lives of Mickey Mouse │ Count Mickey Dragul
Cold little white flakes of snow drifted and flew through the cool night air. It landed softly on the cold, hard ground of the forest. The night was still with frost, and not a sound could be heard. With the exception of the whistling through the bare-naked trees, the forest remained calm and still. The forest seemed at ease. Until the sound of footsteps could be heard crunching through the icy sheet of snow lying on the ground.
Through the brush came a group of misfits, two creatures of night and one of the day. Count Mickey Dragul led Oswald van Helsing and Jack Skellington towards his castle, his legs burning from all the running. The Count was not in a holly jolly mood tonight, despite the fact that it was the night before Christmas. For the occasion, he had dressed up fancy for his wife, Countess Mina Dragul. He wore a green jacket that led onto a green cape with a red inside, a white shirt with long sleeves, gray p
Zanas' Fire Red Nuzlocke Chapter 7: Part 4Zanas' Fire Red Nuzlocke Chapter 7: Part 41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hmph, if you were smart you would be more than just 'a little paranoid'."
Again Brock chuckled, shaking his head as he turned back to Zanas. It was hard to avoid the Gym Leader's glazed stare. Brock squinted and glared at people as if he never realized he was blind, and the longer Zanas was around this man, the more he debated whether he truly was.
Maybe this is his way of hiding them… makes sense, but why doesn't he at least try to pretend he can't see.
"So," Brock sighed. "By the looks of you, you're a Trainer." Zanas nodded slowly, feeling a bit stupid for not saying something rather than making a motion. "And I see that you have one heck of a roster on your little squad there?"
"I do… and by the sound of your voice you don't seem very happy about being right." Zanas grinned snidely. "And with how easy you 'Saw' me and my Pokémon; can I assume you're not actually blind?"
Brock mirrored Zanas' smirk, leaning down to meet him at eye level. "No need to as
Legendary Pokemon Gijinkas! Prologue Route 7 of the Unova region was being pounded by a thunderstorm. Rain came down in cold sheets and the sky was an ominous dark grey color. The dark, tall grass shivered as a figure ran through them, trying to find shelter. The tall stalks concealed the figure, whatever it was, so that you couldn't see what it looked like.Legendary Pokemon Gijinkas! Prologue1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Eventually, the figure reached the edge of the tall grass and stopped. After a few seconds, the figure stepped out into the downpour. It was a girl with fiery orange hair in two fluffy, low ponytails. Her hair looked darker from the water that soaked it. She was wearing orange shorts with a cream colored shirt and jacket with orange gloves. She had knee-high cream socks with an orange stripe going down the side and orange ankle boots. The attire wasn't very suitable for rain, as the girl was shivering.
However on closer inspection, this wasn't just some normal, human girl. She had orange ears pert
How to play... A NosferatuI love Nossies. Nossies are awesome! They're not played enough by beginners however. But they should! Why so?How to play... A Nosferatu4 months ago in Sketches More Like This
Well, because they're the most communal Clan, which make them, oddly, one of the best clans for new players to try and embrace the Masquerade (and the Requiem too). Their community makes it a perfect clan to groom new players into Pen and Paper
As they have a very tight clan system, with an actual solidarity in between their members, the Nosferatu clan offers a wide variety of options to bring PCs to do something ; this way, a Nosferatu player does not need a personal agenda ; just his elders, his sire, or the brotherhood sending them in for the job because "your skills are the most suited, plus this way you meet.. the others". The Nosferatu PC will create his or her own agenda as they're learning how to play, and they're getting to know the city.
Consider the first scenario of the Nosferatu PC "outside" as the Amish teen kids having
A Poetic PentagonA Sonnet by CuriousInfernoA Poetic Pentagon1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’m not afraid to live and die.
Pain will end, though long it may linger.
I’d look at Death—into his eye,
and we’d intertwine our fingers.
I’ve thought about my goodbye kiss
and the curtain call—a final embrace.
I’m not lonely; there are people I’d miss,
but Death is the end to an exhausting race.
How could I fear for what I live,
or cringe at the thought of kneeling to Death
when all he asks is that I give
the world my final breath.
I’m not afraid to take Death’s hand.
When my time comes, I’ll understand.
If the Moon did not Rise by CuriousInferno
I think about those with werewolf blood
leaving their houses in the lonely night,
raising their heads and searching
for swollen silver light.
They cannot find it—the absinthe
in the sky to drink and for once
their skin does not snap or bend to the curse
of lycanthropy, and strangely, they miss it.
They hold a meeting and jab
their fingers into
Pokemon L: Year 1 episode 3Year 1Pokemon L: Year 1 episode 36 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Episode 3: Present.
“Oore?” Furret was trying to wake me up that morning.
“Fur..r… zzz….” I was mumbling about.
“Rae!” she jumped on my belly with might.
“Ah! Fff…Furret…! Be… more… subtle… next…. uh” I complained as I awoke of all sudden, as Furret saw me awaken, she ran downstairs like wanting me to follow, I woke up and checked the clock, it was 9:00am.
Charlo wasn’t on his bed… could he possibly be with my father? I hurried and prepared myself to go down, once I had my shoes and a decent hair I prepared myself for what I was going to see as well…
“Good morning dear, and happy birthday!” My father yelled, standing next to the table with a small decorated box on it and Charlo playing along with Furret around the entire house.
“Dad!” I ran and hugged him, “Thank you… when did Charlo woke up?” I asked.
Silbermond Chapter 16Silbermond Chapter 162 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I was crazy about her she was so so steady and orderly. It's insane, but she put a kind of balance in my life. Bonnie didn't want to be me or be better than me she wanted to be with me. Beside me. Know what I mean?"
"When you do gigs for peoplewhich, don't get me wrong, is totally awesomeyou tend to get groupies instead of friends. I didn't want that. Yeah, it was cool to have people practically worship you, but it gets lonely. I had the two extremes in my life; people that hated me for stupid reasons, and weird people that would stalk me and freak me out."
Marceline sighed and lied down on her bed. Schawbl took this as an invitation to curl up next to her and lick her face. She smiled at him and scratched behind his ears, causing his leg to thump madly against the mattress. Jealousy ensued (it should've been my ear she was scratching behind, but whatever).
"If you're bored of this junk, we can do something else. I'm
Capcom considers UMvC3 update, fan suggestSince Capcom considered to balanced UMvC3 Update & fans suggest in here: http://www.eventhubs.com/news/2013/jul/19/capcom-considering-balance-update-ultimate-marvel-vs-capcom-3-asks-fans-suggestions/Capcom considers UMvC3 update, fan suggest1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Here's what the game needs
*PC version (just like USFIV a bit, but w/ Vita version) (mostly turned into UMvC3U, last for Unlimited)
*Custom MP3 compatible to PS3 version like PSVita & Xbox 360 does (PC already counted)
*Voice Option features:
-BG option feature similar to SFxT's
-JP VA for Marvel side (since Marvel JP dubs & Anime, also planning to be added to KH3)
-Set Original voice as default in a 1st place (w/ Haggar's main VA is JP due to series connection). Just wanna set this wish list as possible: http://larsmasters.deviantart.com/art/UMvC3-2013-Marvel-JPN-VA-List-189658067
*SFxT style BGM & FX sounds
*Comic intro to animated (revert back to comic end at the end) scenes
-Alternate Costume for Magneto: Kuan Yin Xorn
-Vergil's Devil Trigger, Nelo Angelo
~Crona's Poem~ (Not sure if it's any good or not)Failure.~Crona's Poem~ (Not sure if it's any good or not)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why couldn't I please you...?
You couldn't even bare to look at me...
That disapproving glare, the disgust with my weakness as a child...
You had no problem with locking me away alone in that awful dark room...
Mother, why do you not love me?
Why did I have to murder Little One to make you proud of me?
All my life, I've been trying to make you proud of me... to make you love me.
But everything I do is another mistake, another failure.
You had me just to experiment with, a guinea pig for the Black Blood...for Ragnarok.
He's so awful to me you know, mother....
He teases me, beats me, yells at me... don't you even care?
No, of course not... you have much more important things to attend to...
I can't seem to put all my trust in anyone...
I can't keep acting so happy here because I know it will be soon ripped apart.
But I'm A Girl: Pt 11.But I'm A Girl: Pt 14 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Akira Haneda, and even though it might not seem like it, I'm actually a girl. Ever since I started University, people have been mistaking me for a boy. It's kind of a new sensation for me. When I was in High School, I was sort of a plain girl. I wouldn't say I was ugly or pretty, but somewhere in the middle. There wasn't anything remarkable about me, other than I was unremarkable. So I guess I stopped trying. I was the type of girl who wore tights under her uniform's skirt.
I got really sick my second year of High School and had to spend a few months at home. To make it easier on me, I cut my hair short. I suppose that's when I really stopped caring about how I looked. When I came back to school no one seemed to care one way or another, and I just finished out my time in school looking like that.
I was really happy when I finally got accepted into Keiai University. No more uniforms, I could dress how I wanted. When I'm at home I often steal my younger brother's clothes (h
The Sparkling in the Energon Crate Ch. 1The Sparkling in the Energon Crate Ch. 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Commander Starscream? You might want to come see this ," the drone looked over at his commander who stalked over rolling his optics in annoyance.
"Yes, yes. What's the-," Starscream's words got cut off as he spotted what was upsetting the drone, and his optics widened in shock and disbelief. There, lying in the crate of energon they managed to steal from the Autobots, was a red and purple seeker sparkling. Oblivious to the world around it, the sparkling was sleeping soundly, as though it wasn't upon the Decepticon warship, and at the mercy of the cruel leader and commander. Starscream turned to the drone who discovered the little surprise.
"Go tell Megatron I will be coming to see him in a few minutes," the drone nodded and hurried off to find the Decepticon leader. Once he was out of sight, Starscream
You're Not Alone... I'm Always Behind You.You're Not Alone... I'm Always Behind You.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
12:49 in the morning.
You stand on the lonely street.
Under the only light it has.
It's dim... and flickering trying to stay bright.
Your eyes close in tiredness and pain.
Tears form for no good reason...
What to do now?
Sleep? Or stand there?
Tears drip from your face and land on the ground you can't even see.
It's 12:49 a.m.
Taking a deep breath, and seeing a bright light.
Looking up and your eyes gleaming from the waterworks.
Seeing something standing there...
It watches you.
It moves closer... but you're too scared to run.
Soon the two of you are face to face.
It stands there pure white and glowing with bright white wings.
It starts smiling at your tearing face.
They hug you and whisper, "You're not alone... I'm always behind you."
Then, they disappear... and you stand there.
You remember their face...
The same face that your best friend had.
The same best friend that died last month...
The same one who was killed
Things Change IIThings Change II1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Times Change II (6 years after Times Change (last episode of the TT cartoon))
In the six years since the Brotherhood of Evil was defeated the Teen Titans had grown up and the main team had changed.
Nightwing had moved back to Gotham when word spread to Jump City that his first love Batgirl had been paralyzed by the maniacal Joker, with his relationship with Starfire ended before it really begun three years before the shooting so Nightwing left and never looked back. Six months or so after his departure the Titans recieved invitations to the wedding of Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon.
Starfire had left shortly before that having joined Red X & Speedy now known as Red Hood & Arsenal as they formed their own team known as Red Hood and the Outlaws. Starfire has since spent her time with both of her teammates in intimate ways and loving every minute of it.
Cyborg left when he recieved an invitation to join the Justice League. He wanted to stay with the Titans, but Beast Boy
Fear and Madness It was surprisingly quiet in Professor Crane's home, considering a certain guest had come over, ranting about how long it had been since they had shared a pot of tea.Fear and Madness5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jonathan Crane looked up for a moment from the various chemicals he had scattered across the counter of his workspace and glanced over his thin shoulders at the sofa beyond the doorway. He was mildly surprised when he saw the familiar sandy-colored hair peeking around the back of the sofa. More than that, however, he was a bit irked. Jervis Tetch was showing a remarkable amount of patience today When the Mad Hatter had arrived three hours ago, Crane instantly tried to shoo him away. The stubbornness between the two was to be admired, considering how unstable they were. After a great deal of failed attempts to rid himself of the tea-loving man, Crane apparently gave in.
'When I'm finished with my work, we'll have tea,' Jonathan had said with a great sigh of defeat
NecromancerFly away home, the enchanter is near.Necromancer9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His sweet bells will ring, but have you no fear.
Night will ensue; it's presence draw nigh.
Oh what sweet, a blessing to die!
Hear the trembling, ever soft cry.
The time has come, bid your likeness goodbye
Soft! Hear my cry, Death's presence draw nigh.
Oh what sweet a blessing to die!
Course, the waters black as coal.
Entice and trap this useless soul.
Its life is fragile, drowned in the light.
Erase its pain in the mem'ry of night
Night come to me, draw darkness nigh.
Oh what sweet, a blessing to die!
First the toll to bind you well!
Hold fast to your soul or be drug down to hell
Water rise, bring new life nigh!
Oh what sweet, a blessing to die!
Two the call to hold you down!
While dead ones dance and nightmares crown.
The third. A toll to draw you near
The fourth, preparation, forget your fear
The last of all the final bell.
Whose power, banish those from hell.
The toil is gone your job is done,
This child now shall be the one,
Who calls you from
Mole ManMole ManMole Man1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Matched to torn and worn fingernails:
Dirt clings just below the surface.
Splinters decorate your arms.
Windowless pools of black: blank.
You're dusty duds
Struggle to follow with unscathed.
The hobble-tobble walk,
Forces that precarious sway.
The falling, bruising.
The scraping and bleeding
Are all that fate brings.
Lament the loss of time,
Place yourself, where are you?
How long have you been away?
Cracked, swollen digits.
Limbs helter skelter, every which way.
Scattered within your innards are the feasting crawlers,
Where once dirt wandered,
Where now insects play.
The rot of ages,
And stench of decay.
Your breath reeks of horrors
And the dead look on in shame.
What have you become…
What will you do now,
That you are free…
EmotionlessI feel no pain.Emotionless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel no emotion.
I feel nothing at all.
Ever since you have gone,
My feelings have disappeared.
I can't feel.
I can't feel my heart.
I can't feel.
I can't feel my soul.
What is happening to me?
Where did my tears go?
I feel no anger towards you.
I feel no hatred, nor sadness.
It's like you stole away all of
My emotion when you went away.
You said you lost your feelings for me.
Now I've lost my feelings for everything.
I can't smile or frown.
I can't cry, just drown
In an endless, dry pool of nothingness.
And yet. . . I miss you.
I miss you deeply with all my empty heart.
I miss your smile.
I miss your frown.
I miss your laugh.
I even miss when you'd be angry with me.
And I would still have to say
That I love you.
I love you with all of my emotionless soul.
AloneI’m all aloneAlone1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You’re far away
All I can hear,
Is the sound of me screaming your name
Here I am
All on my own
And all I can feel is
The warmth of your embrace
Where are you when
I need you the most?
Without you I just wonder around
Just like some pointless ghost
All the while just needing to hear
You, say that, im not alone
I’m all alone
You’re far away
Oh why can you just
Be with me tonight?
Here I am
Where am I?
There’s nothing left inside
And now I can’t see the light
I can’t, take this anymore!!
Where are you
When I need you the most?
Without you I just seem
To wonder around
Like some unwanted broken soul
All the while just needing to hear
You, say that, I’m not alone…
Just say that I’m not alone…
When I close my eyes…
I see you upon a cloud..
Softly calling out to me…
And some where
I know that I
Will never truly be alone
Never be, alone…
Sweeter than energon Ch. 1WARNING: Contains slash, meaning mechxmech, if you don't like, don't read!Sweeter than energon Ch. 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rating: M (for the last chapter >: D)
Sweeter than energon
Chapter 1: Uncertainties
The black and gold autobot snapped out of his meditation trance, surprisingly not being angry about the disturbance. It was nearly the time he should have stopped anyways.
What is it, Bumblebee? Prowl asked and turned his head to see the other. He frowned when he saw the uncertainty in the younger one's optics.
I just ah just needed to talk to somebot so I kinda thought if you wanted to listen, Prowl, Bumblebee said nervously, scratching the back of his head.
sure, be my guest, Prowl said. What in the Spark's name has gotten into Bumblebee? That is not like him I hope to hear what is bothering him, he thought.
A relieved smile spread to Bumblebee's faceplate, and Prowl couldn't hel
TFA: Switching SidesTitle: Switching SidesTFA: Switching Sides4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: Bumblebee has a choice to make
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Requested by FunkyMonkey19.
Over two Earth months ago, Bumblebee's life took a drastic change. While driving out in the countryside, trying to blow off his frustrations from getting into countless fights with his teammates, Shockwave suddenly appeared in front of him. He transformed, ready for a fight, but he was shocked when the spy abruptly kneeled in front of him in a show of submission.
"Please lower your weapons," Shockwave stated. "I didn't travel all the way to this filthy planet to fight you."
"So I'm just supposed to trust you?!" Bumblebee snarled, charging his stingers. "I trusted you back in boot camp! I thought you were my friend! I--I even loved you! You betrayed me!"
Shockwave hung his helm and sighed, "I never meant to hurt you. I wanted you to grad
How Tender:How Tender:How Tender:1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finger tips dance
Oh so gently
And lust’s actions
A lover’s plea of words:
The sweet nothings you
Whisper into my
Love lost soul.
Are you really there?
By my side
On my ear?
Is that you
Who just whispered
That one lovely sentence
“I love you?”
Silent BoyThere once was a child,Silent Boy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who never spoke a word.
He never changed his face,
Never cried when he got hurt.
Those dearest to him stood away,
They didn't know what to do.
And since they treated him in silence,
Silence became the only thing he knew.
As the years passed and he grew
He still remained the same,
Never speaking to anyone
And for that, no one ever came.
He was always picked on,
Someone always had something to say;
Either 'you are dead inside',
Or 'your life is wasted away'.
Through all the insults, the words,
The bruises, and the pain,
He tolerated it all, turned away,
He remained silent, he never changed.
His life kept getting worse.
He was no longer shown love,
He was just another silent boy
Who only deserved another shove.
No one ever showed sympathy.
No one saw that he was torn.
No one ever saw him as a person.
To them, he wasn't even born.
But he did learn how to feel,
The dormant feelings finally awoke.
The agony he felt towards their words,
The pain from the hits and words