random deviant 7: deadpool the game and updatesrandom deviant 7: deadpool the game and updates3 years ago in Humor More Like This
the merc with a mouth gets his own game, hell to the yes
The Many Lives of Mickey Mouse VIIThe Many Lives of Mickey Mouse VII4 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
Super Powered Civil WarChapter-1 Things ChangeSuper Powered Civil War2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Part-1 Heroes Or Soldiers Of Fortune
Colonel Fury assembled a small strike force of heroes to attack Latviria, with Dr.Doom dead (actually being tortured by Asgardians for what he did last time) a new leader has taken over as leader, Lucia Von Bardis, she seemed like a trustworthy leader even trying to mend the ties between our countries, but Fury is not so gullible, he assembled Captain-America, Iron-Man, Wolverine, and Spider-Man to attack, as they battled through the nation they found themselves forced to split up, Wolverine and Spidy were sent to find Bravo Team but were surrounded, in a stroke of luck Bravo Team had arrived which are The Mighty Ultimate and The Cosmic Stellar, & The Crazy As Hell Deadpool, we fought through the palace defenses and faced off against The Tinkerer while Fury, Cap, and Shell-head confronted Lucia, we destroied there operations and left the country, on the flight home I wondered if this was the right thing, Invading a foreign co
Retroactive - Chapter 23Retroactive - Chapter 232 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Safety in Numbers
It took a lot to shatter Sokka's reality, but there in that demolished Yang City plaza, it had reached that breaking point.
The first time reality was shattered for him was when his mother was murdered in their family's home. The Fire Nation had raided their tribe, and instead of being the glorious battle between good and evil that he had always envisioned, it was a wrenching loss that left him hollow. After that, he had painstakingly built up a new reality based on a hostile world, and the duty and strength of Man, but the Coming of the Avatar (which actually wasn't as fancy as it sounded, since Aang was kind of a goofball) had begun hammering cracks into that reality, and things like warrior women, Water Tribe Princesses he couldn't protect, and a war they wound up winning against all odds had sent flaws racing throughout the whole structure.
A sympathetic Princess of Fire was the blow that had shattered that particular reality.
So even as Sokka had restored
An Oral History of the Hundred Year War: TraditionTraditionAn Oral History of the Hundred Year War: Tradition2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Ember Island, Fire Nation. A cool, summer breeze wafts through the open window, carrying with it the unmistakable aroma of fire lilies in full bloom. Although pleasant, these gentle gusts serve only to disturb the fresh sheets of parchment carefully laid out before me. The small, modest room I find myself in contains only a desk and two chairs. It is sparsely decorated with various shells and other items typical to Ember Island. Everything is neat and orderly, reflecting the mind of a man who lived a strictly regimented life. Several imposing paintings of men dressed in formal Fire Nation military attire line the walls. Their stern gaze seems to follow my every move, silently judging my worth. Only the soft scratching of my quill and its occasional clink against the inkwell breaks my silence.
After jotting down some preliminary notes, I clear my throat and address the man sitting patiently before me. His name is Yao Lee, and he is one of many rank-and-file soldi
The Children of the UnderworldTale 179: The Children of the Underworld (Brock)The Children of the Underworld2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"There was once in a certain land a witch, who in the shape of a Braviary, used every night to break the windows of a certain village shrine." Brock begins. "Now, in the same village there lived three brothers, who were all determined to kill the mischievous Braviary. But the two middle brothers stood guard in the shrine with their bows in vain--as soon as the Braviary appeared in the sky, sleep overcame them, and they only awoke to hear the windows crashing in."
"Interesting..." Misty muses.
"Then the youngest brother--we'll call him Rand--took his turn of guarding the windows, and to keep from falling asleep, he placed a lot of thorns under his chin, so that if he felt drowsy and nodded his head, they would prick him and keep him awake." Brock explains. "The moon was already up, and it was as bright as daytime, when suddenly he heard a fearful noise, and at the same time a terrible desire to sleep overpowered him."
"Uh oh..." Ash swall
Pokemon L: Year 1 episode 3Year 1Pokemon L: Year 1 episode 32 years 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.
Roni the Referee(We join Roni looking out on a crowd of Pichus. Tarina is among the crowd, waiting to hear Roni's instructions, and piqued as to why she has lots of drawstring bags on the stumpRoni the Referee2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Roni: (checkmark, rules sheet) (Okay, here's how the game works...)
Roni: (Pichu face->bag.) (gestures to the bags) bag+magnifying glass=gems. flag->one Pichu grabbing gems from another Pichu's bag) (I'm going to give each of you a bag. Inside these bags are all kinds of gems. The object of the game is to grab as many gems from your opponents as you can.)
Roni: (..., the other Pichu grabbing back gems from another Pichu!) (However, your opponents can also grab your gems back!
Roni: (plus sign, Shadowed Pichu with a question mark->diamond. Pichu finding the diamond->gift box!) (In addition, someone's bag has a diamond hidden inside. Whoever finds it will receive a prize!)
(the Pichus cheer)
Roni: (big gem pile->stopwatch with 60 seconds on it=gold medal. Question mark?) (The one with the most gems
Broken by the TurnThe attorney’s voice became even more desperate. Nothing like the confident, clear voice Edgeworth lost to in court. “Edgeworth, please, know that I-”Broken by the Turn2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“I said get out! What part of that command do you not understand?!”
The brunette whirled around on the horrified attorney, eyes harder, colder than ice. “It’s your life’s purpose, isn’t it?! To put me down, to make me into some kind of imbecile?!”
*Very short oneshot inspired by hello-morphine's 'After the Audience' piece, a PhoenixMiles masterpiece.
Sweat trickled down his forehead the way rain slithered down a windowpane, torturous and unforgiving. It wasn’t because of the weather, though, despite it being a whopping 110 degrees that day. No. The anxious rainfall came from the possibility of losing the only one he ever truly loved.
Miles Edgeworth was several feet away from him, drenching his face in water from the restroom
Aquifer, a PMD:Blue Nuzlocke: Step 0Welcome!Aquifer, a PMD:Blue Nuzlocke: Step 02 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yes! Hello and welcome to the wonderful world of Pokémon!
Ah, I’m sorry. I’m getting ahead of myself.
This is the portal to the wonderful world of Pokémon, I cannot actually let you through yet.
I… I don’t understand.
Where… where am I?
Who are you?
Where are you…? I can’t see myself—why can’t I—
Who are you—where IS this place? What is going on? Tell me!
It is all right, be at peace. There is no reason to panic. Do not worry, there is nothing that can harm you here.
…okay, thanks. That’s comforting; I was hoping that if I was hurt, I could ask them where they saw me.
Be calm. Here. Come here. There is no need to fret, there is only us here and I only wish to talk.
…now, in order to let
Fatherly loveAs the lights went out, she was left alone with all her toughts. She always tought about her childhood as the sun started to vanish and shadows enlaced the small room. She loved to imagine that her father was still standing in front of her, confessing his life story. She looked deep into her heart and she felt a strange sensation, something resembeling ever-lasting pain and, at the same time, sponatenous thrill. Her father`s ginger hair and deep eyes started to get countour in her mind. She felt those hands vibrating of heat as he got close to her and, with his eyes filled of tears, he told her stories about the brightness of the stars dancing with the wind on the deep blue sky. She felt the conscience of the stars, the benighted peak of the mountain growing boundless. She felt the warmth of the distant houses beneath and the wickedness of the people who lived in them. Her father had told her many times about the way people treated him: they considered him a mad man, he was rejected byFatherly love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Poetic PentagonA Sonnet by CuriousInfernoA Poetic Pentagon2 years 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
Silbermond Chapter 16Silbermond Chapter 163 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
~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)3 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.
All I WantI want someone to talk toAll I Want1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it may not sound like much
but its all I want of you
I want to never be alone
to never be forced to hear
the silent creaks of my home
I want someone to share with me
to give me the pieces of their day
through tiny conversations, and hearty stories
till there's nothing left to say
I want someone to stay with me
on those many cold nights
when the only thing that can keep me warm
are their sweet whispered delights
I want someone
it hardly matters who
to stick with me
and stay with me through
the transgressions of my days
the weaknesses of my soul
and share the same with me
make me feel whole
I want to someone to talk to
someone's whose hand I can clutch
All I want is a true friend
Surely that isn't too much
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 Nosferatu1 year 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
Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned...
Instead we found ourselves quarantined,
Pitching tents of inexperience-
Huddling together for comfort and warmth;
As the great gates of employment stood eerily silent.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18 June 2013
Dear SantaDear Santa can you fix it for meDear Santa8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To live a day of my life pain free
Where bullies won't rip off my shirt
And, just for once, the bruises don't hurt
Can you please make it that for this one night
My parents get through it without a bad fight
Or that I have an hour without the growing fear
That in the morning I won't be here
Maybe if I am good today
I won't be beaten for being gay
And that I might not have to grieve
Over a friend killed for what they believe
Please don't make it another night on my own
All the rest of this year I have been so alone
Everyone I loved has gone and I'm tired and old
No money for the heating, the house is so cold
Let me find a nice place in which to stay
I'm not fussy; just a nice alley or friendly doorway
Santa what I would give for a crust of fresh bread
Or one night spent safe in a fluffy soft bed
Bring back my daughter, I need her alive
Go tell her killer not to drink and then drive
Tell my mom I love her and give her a hug
Let her know I'm sorry for over
HumanityHumans are cruel.Humanity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are killers.
Before guns it was knives
Before that it was stones
Invasions, burning homes,
Stealing lives and loves
Releasing crows and
Humans are good.
Humans are kind.
They live, love and laugh
They have the gift of hope
Helping them all to cope
Through evil human things
Sowing seeds and
Sewing angel wings.
Humans are strange.
Humans are incomplete.
Punches to kisses to games
Anger to love to insanity
Tragedy to crystal clarity
Whirlwinds of empty whims
Empty prayers and
Humans are living.
Humans are dying.
Ashes to ashes, soul to Hell
Or perhaps to Heaven
No human can really tell
If even either is real.
You Will Not Read ThisWhen a writer puts his soul and passion into his work.You Will Not Read This1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will go unnoticed, often because of its length.
It is a rather sad fact, but a truth nonetheless.
For the simple emotions conveyed in just a few words,
Often hold more sway with those who are emotionally swayed.
There is no depth of the heart, nor a single thought spared.
For the effort placed into a piece that forgoes the winning edge,
For a hint of true meaning.
You will not read this piece and I will not expect you to.
It will not be popular or famous, nor will it see the light of day.
For length is the bane of true poetry,
And that is why so many of my kin have already left.
Thank you however, for reading this;
For you at least took the time to see what I would consider 'truth'.
It is bitter indeed and intensely sad,
But for the you that respects this, I am eternally glad.
-Chen, 23rd May 2014
There is no beauty in love.Love isn't beautiful.There is no beauty in love.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love isn't lilacs and roses and chocolate truffles of every flavor.
It isn't for the weak, nor is it for those unable to support themselves.
Love isn't finding someone to complete you.
Love isn't finding money on the street.
Love isn't trendy nor sexy nor fun.
It's about as thrilling as a car crash.
Love is a virus.
It crawls inside you like a parasite, sucks on your soul like a sadistic disease.
It warps your desires and twists your thoughts until you depend upon it, need it, thrive on it.
Without it, you lose yourself bit by bit to your addiction as if it were nicotine wrapped in white, lit and smoking.
Without it, you can no longer breathe.
Without it, you stay awake all through the long and lonely nights, hoping and praying that one day you'll be good enough.
Love brings lies and tears and depression and sadness.
Love brings jealousy.
Love brings lust.
Lust that'll eat you up as if it were a ravenous, drunken lover.
More, it'll say.
And more you'll
Dream it. Do it.Dream all you canDream it. Do it.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But don’t spend all your time sleeping.
Feel all you can
But don’t spend all your time weeping.
If you see a shooting star;
Catch it and run far.
Let its burning light ignite
Your heart, mind and soul.
But also be inspiration;
And you could be
The voice of a generation.
Daydream and scheme
And look beyond
What things seem,
But also do and be;
Allow yourself restraint
As a means of being free.
Dream in reality
As well as in your sleep
And you’ll soon find
Is yours to keep.
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.