TFAV Drab05 RP Seeking AnswersTFAV Drab05 RP Seeking Answers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's right. That is what a soldier is all about, yes they go to war, yes they have to end people's lives for the greater good, but is it really for peace or is it a political reason these people need to die? I was told by an old general a while ago that he would rather live in a world without the need for generals, soldiers, or wars."
Victor Keys, when talking to James McAlister about the dangers that await humanity in the inevitable upcoming war and about his scar that defines him as one of the McAlisters.
Year 2009 A.D._
Residence of Matthew Chagon_
One year ago_
(The events of this Roleplay takes place after TFAV Russian Roulette [Parts 1, 2 and 3] and before TFAV Aftermath.)
~Talamone, a small Italian town in Italy, One year ago~
~ The silver-white Lamborigini Reventon sped through the streets of Italy; leaving a maelstrom of dust and air currents in its wake. ~
Victor: [comlink] Ah yes...I have having a meeting
To the Feminist from the Battered ManIt would be so easy to wear my emotions on my sleeves, to wear my pain on my skin and display my feeling publicly for all to see like a newly painted canvass in public museum.To the Feminist from the Battered Man2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I would think of their hands roaming my body, their words of hate and cruelty piercing my soul and their fist cracking my bones, I’d love it if I could just break down, tremble with tears and erupted into sobs.
Exactly like a …like a girl.
Don’t get me wrong ladies; you’re not all like this. I’ve seen you too when you’re corned, when you want only what you deserve…Justice. So you blame me for what another man did to you , besides, what one man does amplifies what we all do, does it not?
According to your standards it does.
So if I cry and scream, will you think differently of me? Will you think for just a second, that I’m human too? Will you finally believe me when I say that I’m not the man that hit you, not the man that raped your or beat you, not the
Her ScentHer Scent10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Inuyasha ain't mine, dipshits.
Author's Notes: Keh, you don't wanna read this. It's just a load of crap. Go on and hit that "back button" or whatever you call it. Oi. OI, don't scroll down! Don't read it! STOP THAT!
It's warm…and it's sweet. As it blows into my nose I can't shake this weird feeling in my chest, like something's started jumpin' around. Then that feeling starts spreading all over my body…making it warm. At first I tried to make it go away, but it was damn stubborn. Now I just let it happen. S'not so bad. I got used to it. I got used to a lot of shit, thanks to her…
When I sit down and think about it, I can remember how much I used to hate it. It was so disgustingly familiar…just breathing in that odor made me want to wretch. Heh, didn't take long for that to change
UsefullnessUsefullness10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was asleep. She was curled up by Ah-un and was currently, utterly, and finally asleep.
Sesshomaru was a thankful demon.
Jaken had wandered off somewhere to finally take a bath after kami-sama knows how long and silence had ensued in his absence. Rin had taken advantage of the moment by falling asleep. She did not have to worry about being called weak right now. He did not have to listen to the squaking and complaining that the stupid toad always did and Ah-Un didn't have anyone pulling on his reigns.
It was relaxing for once.
Not that Sessomaru was complaining about the toad. He had his uses. Punching bag, scapegoat, wielder of the staff of heads and remover of minor demons not worthy of being torn apart by Sesshomaru's claws...
He had his uses. Just not many.
Rin on the other hand...
He stood and walked over to her and Ah-Un. The dragon demon raised his head then lowered it as he realized it was thier lord and therefore not a large threat. Sesshomaru knelt down beside the girl, ta
'life support''life support'11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is shutting down. No one else sees it, because the foam pets are selling nicely. The goldfish are being won. They are playing "Stairway to Heaven" yet again on the Fire Loop. Appealing to the masses.
When she says to me, "the sun is setting," I already know. I close one eye, aim and shoot. Its yellow, dead body loosens its grip on the sky and starts to drop.
"Probably," she says, "no one else is even watching."
I really, truly know what she means, but making words out of a feeling is impossible.
"What... the hell... are people doing?" I ask finally.
The people below us are moving from ride to ride like obnoxious trick-or-treaters. Getting what they want and moving on brainlessly. It's hard to look at something as beautiful as a sunset and not think about all the idiots missing out.
"I couldn't say. Digging their own graves, perhaps? Or throwing up? Or taking pictures in the photobooth?"
"There's a photobooth here?"
My weak spot, but I won't say anything.
'Lover's Suicide'-short story'Lover's Suicide'-short story9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The illness was swift. It appeared suddenly and worsened rapidly, leaving her bedridden for the better part of a week. When, at the castle, recieving the best care I could provide, she only continued to worsen, I took her to the miko.
"What are her symptoms?"
"At first, she just had dizzy spells. When she actually fainted, she had a fever. She hasn't been able to keep much down except water. The cough began a little later, and her breathing has become extremely labored."
"What's wrong with her?"
"I'm not sure."
"Can you help her?"
"I don't want to hear that you'll try, I want to hear that you'll make her better!"
"I can't promise anything."
"You know what's wrong, don't you?"
"No, I told you I don't. It could be many things, nothing in particular is indicative of-"
"So you won't say."
"I told you, I don't-"
"Maybe you don't know, but it's serious, isn't it?"
"Why would you say that?"
Inuyasha - Project IY14 Chap 2Inuyasha - Project IY14 Chap 210 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ship: The Midoriko
Destination: Shikon Military Research Facility
Inuyasha Wakahisa was sitting on his small couch in his room, rubbing both sides of his face angrily. Who did that girl think she was anyway? She'd only been with them for a week and already she was acting like head mechanic instead of his assistant. Trust Miroku to pick up the headstrong ones, if only Kouga hadn't decided to run off and marry that girl he met on planet Chehalis.
Sure he had called Kagome a whiny bitch, but she didn't have to deck him one for it. Besides, she had it coming, the first thing she did when Miroku introduced her to him was run up and tweak the fuzzy white ears on top of his head to "see if they were real." Of course they were real, what rock had she crawled out from under, that she had never seen a hanyou before?
Of course he wasn't a full hanyou, meaning he had one full blood youkai parent, full blooded youkai had died out 600 years ago, and even a full hany
Its a Puppy's LifeIts a Puppy's Life10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The group of farmers stood in a circle around the cowering puppy that had crawled out of the forest. The puppy was a fluffy white thing, and very small, with brilliant golden eyes. The white fur was not why they stared though; it was the odd red markings in his muzzle and the crescent moon on the pup's forehead that had them curious.
"Never saw a dog looked like this before." One young man said as he knelt and stared into the frightened pup's eyes.
"Me neither. Those eyes are sorta creepy. They don't look right, somehow." The puppy whined, as if it understood them and backed away from the men who were talking.
"Hey you're scaring the poor thing…" said a little girl as she knelt and held her hand out to the puppy. Its long ears flattened to its head but it sniffed and crept closer to her. Her wide brown eyes sparkled with a kindly curiosity as she stroked the puppy's silk soft fur. She smiled at the lost puppy and was rewarded with a soft little tongue licking her fingers. However a lar
The Privileged Feminist and the WomanShe was a feminist, born free,The Privileged Feminist and the Woman1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
while she was a woman born over seas.
She was the feminist who went to school,
while she was the woman who paid unrightful dues.
She was the feminist who went to college,
while she was the woman forced to work without knowledge.
She was the feminist who preached her corrupted views,
She was the woman whose homeland was on the news.
She was the feminist who spoke her annoying mind,
She was the woman who could only be at peace inside.
She was the feminist who could walk freely,
She was the woman that would get beaten weekly.
She was the feminist who blamed men for everything,
She was the woman who was forced to bare men's offspring.
She was the feminist who could chose her life
She was the woman who didn't make it past twenty five.
She is the feminist who is blind to the world,
who only cares for herself, her life is like a pearl,
She is the woman who cannot show her face,
as an excuse to be modest, faithful and chaste.
She is the feminist who is ignorant t
Inuyasha - Project IY14 Chap 4Inuyasha - Project IY14 Chap 49 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Nine hundred feet and closing," Sango said, pulling on the lever that would release the landing gear of their ship the.
"Y'know," said Miroku from the chair next to her, "There's something about you…."
"What?" Sango snapped; she could see what was coming.
"There's something about seeing you all strapped up in the pilot seat like that, just…rarr." Miroku raised his eyebrows, in an attempting-to-be-seductive way.
Sango rolled her eyes; he did this almost every time they came in for a landing, just after she pulled on the landing gear lever. And then after the "strapped up" line he would always ask…
"Will you bear my children?"
"No, not in this lifetime. Not ever…." Sango growled her response this time; with the heavy winds this planet had she was in no mood for Miroku's hijinx. "Grope me right now, and you are dead man."
Miroku snapped his fingers in defeat, she was catching on to his strategies. He pressed the intercom button, to contact the crew.
"Inu, Kagome, Rin, Shippou, buckle up,
To be A Slut/VirginIt's not a matter of “to be”To be A Slut/Virgin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor is it a matter of “not to be”
You just are.
Sleeping around, breaking hearts,
always performing your treacherous art.
Call me judgmental, call me mean,
but don't call me a liar,
because I know what I've seen.
“Sleeping around doesn't make me slut!”
Perhaps you would have been right, but
you'll lie, and say you don't like him today
say your single, and sleep with another on Monday.
Turn it around and you'll have a harem come Sunday.
Around your waste, a long string of hearts,
some beating, some dead, but you get the point,
you're a cruel bitch at heart.
So I'll call you a slut, because that's what you are,
but don't mind me, aren't you wanted at the bar?
And don't play the victim,
while your sleeping with him one day,
and kissing another man on the very next day.
Virginity is a flower, like water untouched.
Each time it's tainted, it's dirtied with muck.
Don't be disheartened, ashamed or afraid,
I Don't Need FeminismI don't need feminism because the modern movement has become a circle jerk of victimisation and misandry.I Don't Need Feminism1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't need feminism because "patriarchy" does not exist in its true definition in the first world.
I don't need feminism because men have their own issues, yet many feminists either choose to ignore them or dismiss them as irrelevant or just "male tears".
I don't need feminism because the modern movement encourages irresponsibility for one's actions. (E.g. Having drunk sex, then regretting it afterwards and claiming rape. Please note this does not refer to cases where one party was passed out, so they wouldn't be able to consent reasonably.)
I don't need feminism because the most influential people in my life have been men.
I don't need feminism because I've never experienced discrimination based on my gender, and I've never been treated differently by men for participating in a male-dominated hobby or interest. (In fact, I've gotten more crap for being autistic then for b
In Xion's Defense: Perspective of a Non-FanThe fourteenth member of Organization XIII. A recolor of one of the main characters. Best buddies with Roxas and Axel. Can wield a keyblade like Roxas. Friends bend over backwards to help her. No prior indication of her existence. Even gets a tragic death scene. If you play Kingdom Hearts, I think you know who we're talking about here. Mainly because it's sort of in the title.In Xion's Defense: Perspective of a Non-Fan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Xion. Or Xarmy Sue, as people like to call her. Let's not beat around the bush here; Xion is the embodiment of just about every Organization Sue in existence, for all the reasons stated above. People need not look any further for reasons to hate her.
So they stop where they are, refusing to look any deeper.
Make no mistake, people, my hatred for Mary Sues is on a level few people can reach. Borderline unhealthy, I'd say. I recall vivid memories of all the loathing d
the whale in the skythe whale in the sky4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was walking home when I saw it. The whale in the sky. It was just for a moment, a brief flash of the way it danced through the clouds, majestic tail swishing up and down as it propelled itself along through cumulus and stratocumulus. Oh how the cotton candy clouds ran free over its wing-like fins and caressed its skin in wisps of delicate air. I stopped and stared at its underbelly, the giant blue whale in the sky, and stared until it vanished into a white hub of water vapour almost as if it hadn't existed at all. Truthfully, it had been like a little grey cloud against the canvas of blue and white pasted, a tiny little blip of nature, and no one else even noticed it. But I knew.
It was the whale in the sky.
That night there was a knock at the window. A tap tap tap so delicate I imagined it. But then it tap tap tapped again and I had to wake up. So I opened my eyes and there she was, at the window, tapping a fingernail against the glass with a smile on her
I'd Rather Die AloneSo this is it? Isn't it? I'm to die in this room alone?I'd Rather Die Alone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the cold table underneath me colder than nitrogen ice,
and the blaring AC bearing down upon me like a sinners vice?
Though my arm has been torn off, and tossed beside my head,
or my leg has been twisted, and my insides scorched dead,
I'm somewhat thankful my mother asked for my nerves to be cut dead.
That way I cannot experience the full force of the pain that's blaring within.
Occasionally, a woman walks in, looks down and says, “I think it's still alive.”
When was I an it, even while dismembered, I’m struggling before her very eyes.
Behind her comes the doctor, with a scalpel in his hands,
“His mother wanted him dead anyway, killing him more won't make a difference.”
The nurse nods and ask, “Should I get more absorbic acid?”
The doctor shakes his head and levels his scalpel, “His head is softer than plastic.”
And with his death-sentence, he drops his arm, and the metal p
Man In A World Of FeministMan In A World Of FeministMan In A World Of Feminist2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am a man in a world of feminist.
I walk alone, confused and scorn by women around me.
“We want equality!” I hear them scream countless times again, and countless times I’ve tried to answer them, but they accuse me of trying to take their rights away.
“We want to be equal to men!” The chant over and over and I say very loudly, “We are all human, we are all equal!”, but they scowl at me as my voice is drowned in the cesspool of angry women.
I hold open doors, they condemn me for doing so. “We can hold them open ourselves!” They say as they walk away, in multitudes staring at me with eyes, piercing through my soul.
I lift things that are heavy, things I know they will have trouble holding. They spit at me. “We are equal to men, we can do it ourselves.” They leave me, muttering terrible things about my view on women.
The space around me is so vast yet I am so restricted. I fear that if I speak ou
Rape from a different PerspectiveI am a guy, so I must be strong.Rape from a different Perspective2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I am a guy, so I must have no faults.
I am a guy, so I must feel no pain.
So tell me why does it hurt so much whenever I think about it. How come I can't tell you the pain I've gone through, without you calling me weak? Just because I am not a girl, am I not allowed to have the emotions of fear and stress? Am I not allowed to have those terrible flashbacks that only I know, and because of today's society...that only I can live through?
I am a male. And I was raped. So am I weak for wanting help? Am I weak for turning to society for help?
Many of you may think I am the rapist, because I am not the opposite gender. No, I am not the one who is supposed to call for help or scream, I am not the one who is assaulted. I am supposed to be able to take care of myself in these situations.
But while I am a male, I am also human...
Just because I am not a girl, doesn't mean I don't hurt inside for what was done to me...Just because I am not a girl, doesn't mean tha
Remember the DayHe remembered a dayRemember the Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When things were better
Things were happy
Things were love
And they were together
He remembered the girl
With shiny green eyes
And hair not blonde
And not brown
But somewhere in between
He remembered her kisses
And her hugs
And her promises
And her hands
Her gentle hands
He remembered the house
With pink and blue and green stripes
And red roof tiles
Looking all pretty
And putting on a show
He remembered the scars
Left from her
Taking her nail clippers
And dragging them across his face
Because he forgot it was Valentine’s day
He remembered the insults
And her throwing them at him
Like knife after knife
Screaming “I hate you!”
As she used him as a pin cushion
He remembered the ring he’d bought her,
How she wore it so long
And how when she finally took it off
It was to throw at him
In another one of their fights
He remembered her fists
Coming down on his head
Leaving bruise after bruise
Destroying every good memory
Black Dagger fanfic"Holy Fuck " Vishous let out a low whistle.Black Dagger fanfic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Wha.." Butch looked over V's shoulder and saw why the male was bothered.
"So, they do exist." Rhage commented, smacking his hand on Butch's back.
At least 50 yards away there sat a girl hunched over, low mumbling noises coming from her direction as she continued to pull at, and eat, the half frozen deer carcass. Blood covered her up to the elbows and no doubt all over her face. Long dark hair spilled down her back with blood matted all in it. Her body was lean, her spine clearly visible as if she did not get a meal often.
"Do you think she can smell us?" As the question left Butch's mouth the girl turned her head in their general direction. V elbowed him in the ribs, holding a finger to his lips to shush him.
She used her arm to reach up and wipe the blood from her mouth, not fixing the problem but smearing it down her chin. As she stood the moonlight caught her eyes and they reflected as a cat's would. The woman was tall for a female a
RE: 'What People Are Doing By Being Anti-Feminist'First off, why the hell is that piece under "Historical" in the Non-Fiction category? There's nothing even remotely historical about anything on that list. You're just voicing your opinion, so it should be under "Editorial." Second, it is your opinion because you don't give any damn sources for any of those on the list. (And don't you dare fucking act like you already put sources in it because no, you fucking didn't, you liar. You only put in sources AFTER I posted this.)RE: 'What People Are Doing By Being Anti-Feminist'1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
So I'm going to leave some of those alone and voice my rebuttal/counter-opinion on the ones that are my favorites:
Dimissing that cat-calling is still an issue.*dismissing
Someone be honest with me here. Is it really that fucking hard to just keep walking away and ignoring the shitheads? Because I admit, I've never been cat-called, despite the fact that I've been given compliments by a few guys about how I look. And those aren't sexual harassment, those are legit compliments. I may b
Captive VDante's strong arms carried Andrew into the kitchen, holding the shivering naked body close to him. "Easy shh " He whispered, carrying the other into the bedroom and setting him down on the sheets.Captive V4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Andrew's wide eyes roamed the bedroom, his hands touching the sheets. His pleading eyes looked up at Dante, who smiled.
"Go ahead." He said with a smile. "I'm going to get a bath ready, alright?" He said, and turned, putting up a barrier to keep Rowan out.
Andrew whimpered softly, and dove into the covers, smiling so hard his face hurt as he rolled himself up in as many blankets he could. He giggled and laughed until tears rolled down his face. He curled up in the warm sheets until he looked like a human burrito, and got stuck. He laughed as he cried, curled up in so many blankets on the bed.
When Dante came back in, he laughed. "Look at you." He said softly, smiling and gently petting the others hair. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He said softly, helping the other unroll.
Trapped in KinkThe Young man's eyes slowly opened, his vision being blocked by the luminous light that glowed over his face, he turned his face away only to notice one of his arms shackled to the metal table, and he pulled at his arm only to find it was put in tight. He turned to his other arm to find the same situation, as well as his legs. He wriggled his body and pulled with all his might yet his limbs stayed attached to the bed. Soon his was out of breath and his body limped on the table, his head once again staring into the bright light above him, escapes was impossible.Trapped in Kink4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cold air of the room touched his exposed skin, sending chills through the hairs, it wasn't much help that his shirt had been unbuttoned leaving his chest exposed; the only warmth he could find was through the light that burned down onto his face, he looked down to his legs, just being able to notice that his jeans and shoes were still on before he slumped his head back onto the hard steel and a slight sigh escaped his lips.
I Live Inside of a DollI'm trapped inside of a dolls body,I Live Inside of a Doll1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
made to be perfect and to please every body.
My lips eyes are sparkling, my lips are red,
but inside of my body, I feel so dead.
Perhaps in my life, I was once alive,
I was joyous and pretty, no lies could I had.
But the years have made me weary,
a bitter cage of hate, and fury.
This sensation I speak of, is not a dream,
for If I wrote of my dreams, you would think
You'd think me cruel, disturbed, and vile,
such evil thoughts concealed in only a child.
But I tell you reader, I’ve lived a few,
horrendous lives, and if only you knew
The pain that I’ve felt, and the blood that I’ve spilled,
you could relate to the permanent standstill I feel.
So I tell you my friends, I live in a doll,
as the world is too large to contain me all.
And with a painful breath, I ask of the,
to preserve this world that destroyed me.
Because it is aging, it's dying quickly,
and the angels have obviously neglected to get me.
So protect what we've l
What Feminism Has Taught MeFeminism has taught me many things,What Feminism Has Taught Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and these things I've grown to hate.
When I see the word “feminism”,
I want to purge it's putrid name.
I'll start with the most obvious,
that people seem to ignore,
“Let's care about our looks and body images here!”
And ignore those women who are suffering abroad.
But was it really ever only women,
or should we consider men too?
Because I once believed Feminism,
was about equal rule.
However that's another lie,
but honestly, you shouldn't be surprised.
Because that's what the they do best,
spew their ugly perjuries,
and conveniently ignore their self induced mess.
The next one is sensitive, and my opinion may be my own,
but I never stood behind killing babies,
as feminist say, “monster's” nestled in a woman's womb.
And the Old Testament may be sexist,
but every person knows,
that it was written in the age of sticks and stone,
over two thousand years ago.
And may I add when Jesus came,
to change the world we know,