Little Mer BoyLittle Mer Boy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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A small face peered around a smooth stone pillar. Hands placed upon the cold surface that had been smoothed by the tides of many generations held eagerly. Even the salt in the water had done little to mar the surface of the stone. Blue hair whisked around his head, as the boy pulled his head back against the large column. The hallway was lined with them. All the paths of the palace was decorated with the supporting cylinders of stone. The palace was surly a site to see, though few had, unless you could breath in water. For this was the city of Atlantis, the residence of the ruling family of the merfolk and keepers of the sea.
"ah come on! There's no one here, lets go out already." an even smaller face said besides the boy who had peered cautiously. The little figure swam up, keeping a steady plac
Devil Take the Hindmost: Cliff Notes VersionRaoul: If you think you're going to force my trophy wife into another creepy tryst with you, then you've got another thing coming, buddy.Devil Take the Hindmost: Cliff Notes Version3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Erik: Your wife is an airhead and so I may manipulate her however I please. Also, you are drunk.
Raoul: Yeah? Well, you're ugly.
Erik: You're broke.
Raoul: You're REALLY ugly.
Erik: You have no testicles.
Raoul: Every time I look at you, I throw up in my mouth a little
Erik: Yes, but YOU are broke. I on the other hand, am conveniently and mysteriously wealthy despite the fact that a masked criminal showcasing his madness in such a flamboyantly French way would, under any other circumstances, attract the attention of the NYPD, who would, in turn, seize his assets and toss him in the loony bin. But alas, I am wealthy, and you are not. This puts me in a convenient position to further this turd of a plot by making a bet with you that could potentially resolve your debts.
Raoul: Hmm...well, I do like making bets. Because I have no testicles.
Dirt Beneath the CobblesDirt Beneath the Cobbles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
London did not make itself an easy city to love; Christina knew that better than most. Keeping her eyes fixed to the cobbles underfoot, she forced herself to ignore the flood of people crowding into the streets, focusing on following the map tucked away in her memory. The 'In-Between' ran across the bridges of London. An area where the nobility could be found, braving the fetid air drifting across from the slums, gawking at the poor, worthless people who fell into the wrong side of London.
Pulling the rim of her hat lower Christina shrugged past the well dressed sightseers, slipping into the maze of narrow alleyways and filthy terraces which made up the slims. Sidestepping beggars; who huddled in doorways with outstretched palms, she gripped onto her collar, hiding behind the discoloured leather as she moved quickly. Here was where the unsavoury were kept out of sight. The laws set by men like Christina's father forbid those 'of less than pleasing appearance' to step onto the far banks
How the Angel of Music Got His WingsChristine: Oh! I'm so lonely and despondent because my lone parental unit has died, rendering me yet another pitiable example of Victorian orphan-dom. I am going to sit here in my dressing room scantily clad in the flickering candlelight whilst my bosom heaves with my sobs of despair.How the Angel of Music Got His Wings3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Erik: Hush, young woman!
Christine: *gasp* What was that? Who are you?
Erik: It is I, a conveniently disembodied, ethereal voice coming from the general vicinity of your mirror. I noticed you are sitting in your dressing room scantily clad in the flickering candlelight whilst your bosom heaves with your sobs of despair. I wish to--
Christine: *gasp: Oh! It's you!
Erik: ......I beg your pardon?
Christine: Oh, I knew you'd come! I knew you would! Father promised you would!
Erik: .....Forgive me, have we met?
Christine: Well, no, not yet, but we were destined to! Father said, "When I am in heaven child, I will send you the Angel of Music!" Well, Father is dead, and now I am being visited by the Angel of Musi
The Phantom of the Opera TranslatedSubliminal messages abound in The Phantom of the Opera. Some are so entwined in such carefully constructed, phallic metaphors, that it may be difficult to sift through the passionate web of angst and decipher the lyrics' true meanings. So here, for your clarity, I have provided a translation of some of the musical's most elaborate lyrics. The original lyrics will be italicized, while the translations will not. It is my desire that your next viewing of Phantom should be an enlightened one, and my sincerest hope that these translations will clear up any confusion.The Phantom of the Opera Translated4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"The Phantom of the Opera"
In sleep he sang to me
(I thought this guy was, like, fake )
In dreams he came
( because caped, masked crusaders supposedly only exist in dreams but, hey, what do you know? There he is right there. Huh.)
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
(I am clearly too gullible to realize that the only reason this man knows my name is because he is a glorified sta
MLP episodes I'd like to seeAs you all know, I've had plenty of ideas over the last year or so regarding potential story possibilities for MLP. Because of this, I've decided to put them all together into one big list. Here then are my ideas for MLP episodes I'd like to see at some point. In no particular order.MLP episodes I'd like to see3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1 - A Scootaloo episode:
As I said back in my analysis of the CMC, Scootaloo has had the least development out of all of the younger pony characters. And that's a shame because there seems to be plenty that we can do with her. For example, she is a pegasi that cannot fly. That alone could be the basis for a great story. We could have an episode where she feels like an outcast, the only pegasi of her age who is incapable of flight. We could see her trying to cope with it or even have it be something she's ashamed of.
We could even have that be the reason why she has Rainbow Dash be her personal hero. RD is, after all, one of the most accomplished fliers in Ponyville, so it makes sense that Scootaloo, who ca
My Thoughts on RarityAnd now we come to our resident Fashionista, Rarity.My Thoughts on Rarity3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
As you may remember from my previous entry, Rarity was another character I had issue with when I first started watching the show. However, my reasons for disliking her at the start were very different from the reasons I disliked Pinkie. In fact, looking back on the matter, my reasons for being against her seem almost petty, and something I'm no proud of.
You see, when I first started watching this show, I was assured that it wasn't the stereotypically girly show that it was back in the 80's. That all the tea parties, dresses and makeovers that characterised female-aimed cartoons had been exorcised completely in favour of something more gender-neutral and less likely to alienate one group or the other.
So with that mindset, I started watching. As you can imagine, when I first laid eyes on Rarity, heard her speak, saw what she was about at the start, I felt betrayed. This was exactly the kind of character I'd been told would not be in
My Thoughts on Queen ChrysalisAnd now we come to the last of my character discussions with the Queen of the changelings, Chrysalis.My Thoughts on Queen Chrysalis3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Right from the start I feel that I should say that this character was effective in her reveal because I honestly wasn't expecting this character to be who she ultimately turned out to be. When I first heard that the plot of "A Canterlot Wedding" was going to involve Princess Cadence in some way having "a dark secret", what I imagined happening was that she was going to turn out to be some sort of villain with a typical villainous plan. And at first that was exactly what I was seeing, Cadence doing evil things and then declaring that she does indeed have some plan in mind.
So at this point the story was going exactly as I predicted. But then part two pulled the rug right from under me by revealing the real Princess Cadence in the caves with Twilight. I was genuinely shocked. I had not thought of the possibility that the Cadence I'd been watching was some sort of impostor. And so, when C
My Thoughts on Big Mac and Granny SmithAs I've mentioned in other writing, it seems that the subject of family is one very close to the hearts of the show's writers. As such the families of our main characters, at least their siblings, make frequent appearances. While they may not have as much of an impact on the show, it's clear that they're still important to our characters. I also said that out of all of the main cast, Applejack seems to focus the most on the importance of family. Because of this, we will now be looking at the members o her family that I have yet to speak about, her older brother, Big Macintosh, and Granny Smith her grandmother.My Thoughts on Big Mac and Granny Smith3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
For a very long time, both of these characters seemed to me to be yet another pair of ponies that would show up in the background from time to time and yet contribute nothing to either the characters or the story. But, as time went on they started to grow new dimensions and show a level of depth that I hadn't seen coming. Whilst I can't say that their development has been as deep
Natasha's CryOn March 3rd, 1996 Natasha Redwood was born. The blond haired child was so very beautiful. All of the nurses loved to take turns holding her while she was still in the hospital. Everyone loved her dearly at least that is what it seemed. Her parents were actually jealous of her attention. They always had parties at their house and they were the center of attention. Now that Natasha was born, everyone always wanted to see the baby.Natasha's Cry4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This of course made the parents very angry, so they started hurting poor Natasha. She was hurt so bad that not even words could describe the pain. She would always cry at night because her parents would neglect her while they had parties. Things continued like this until Natasha was three years old.
On April 5th,1999 God spared this child from a horrific fate. On this day, her old neighbor Ms.Goldman was preparing dinner. Suddenly, she heard a scream. She looked out the window and saw Natasha's mother with a heavy wrench in her hands. Natasha's mother sc
Phantasma #4Phantasma #43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
May-Rin, Bard and Finny all stood worryingly outside their Young Masters bedroom. Ciel had been in a coma for three days now, had Sebastian hadn't moved an inch. May-Rin nibbled her lips anxiously.
"He hasn't eaten for days" She muttered. Bard removed his cigarette from his mouth.
"When does he ever eat?"
"True" The maid mumbled. Finny held her hand, giving it a light squeeze.
"You should go and talk to him" He looked up at her, with his big eyes.
"Me?" May-Rin gasped "Why me?"
"Because you're a woman" Bard pushed her through the door "And women have motherly instincts"
Sebastian had been listening to the servants outside, not really caring. Ciel still laid on the bed, his eyes closed. Sebastian watched as his small body gently rose and fell. He looked so small, so fragile, like a little glass doll that could break at touch. Sebastian hung his head in his hands. He had allowed this. He had allowed Ciel to slip through his fingers. And not for the first time either. That was wha
CATULUS #9CATULUS #93 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian thumped into the bedroom wall.
"No!" He cried, spinning on his heels "No, no, no" The portal vanished. Sebastian slumped to his knees. The glistening silverware toppled onto the floor with a clatter. The blood from Plutos scars across his cheek dripped off his chin onto the pristine white shirt. He could only stare at the space in the middle of the room. Ciel was gone. All of Sebastians hopes for them, for their future together, gone. Snatched away by an Angel before his very eyes. He lent his back against the wall, tucking his knees under his chin, his hands covering his face. He had just stood there. He had let Ciel go. Thick tears slid from his normally cold eyes. They stung as they slid into the cuts, mixing with the blood which marbled in the salty water. A small sob escaped Sebastian lips. It was soon followed by anther. Then another. The demon sat there, crying for the boy he'd lost.
Sebastian looked up. Grell was sitting on the windowsill, his legs cross
CATULUS #15CATULUS #153 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As expected, Ciel changed back into a kitten when they stepped through the portal.
"Close the portal, Angela" William sneered. The Angel cocked her head, her eyes falling upon the sleeping boy in Sebastians arms.
"Now" Sebastian sneered, his eyes like fire. The Angels expression hardened. The two glared at one another, the hatred and resentment strong in the room. Grell, who was holding onto the cuffs that bound the Angel, tugged at them.
"Do it girly" Angela gritted her teeth. A snap of her fingers rang out. The portal groaned, the blackness twisting and turning like a animal in pain. It eat into itself, sparks flying. Sebastian decided he had had enough. Turning away he carried Ciel from her deathly sight. Closing the door of Ciels room he left the reapers to their own business. Ciel stirred in his arms.
"Ciel?" He cooed gently. He was surprised the kitten could sleep at all. He was covered in a scatter of swore looking cuts and the bruises on his arms looked hot. The cub slowly open
Victim: More needs to be done.Victim: More needs to be done.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That person is you.
That person is me.
That person is everyone
you've ever met or seen.
Every person mocked,
for not being the same.
Every person called Fat, ugly,
slut, fag, or any other name.
We've all been victims,
In one point or another.
Then... why don't we do more?
Why don't we bother?
We say 'Bullying is bad'
We have a whole month to
But, for all we say,
we don't do much
We draw, we rhyme, we write.
But, the moment we see a victim in sight,
We turn away.
As Victims, we know how words can hurt.
We know how actions can destroy.
But, words aren't enough power to build.
Actions need more to bring joy.
This month, put the pen down.
Set the brushes away.
Find that victim.
Look them in the eye and say...
It's going to be alright. I am here for you.
You have a friend to lean on. Is there anything I can do?
As victims, we know
How far support can go.
To have someone there
who has suffered, and knows
More has to be done, than to say 'Bullying is b
Why I Don't Believe in HatersHate is a strong word.Why I Don't Believe in Haters2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Did you ever hear someone say, "We need to stop bullying!" and wonder to yourself, when you have ever seen a stereotypical bully with big muscles and a black, ripped-up leather jacket pushing around smaller kids and stealing their lunch money?
Realizing this is obviously corny and unrealistic, you throw this idea away in the sewer where it belongs.
But then who are these bullies that everyone is talking about? It seems very interesting that bullying has (as they say) become such a very big problem nowadays... Hence the inspirational phrases, "haters gonna hate," and "don't judge," coming into popularity.
But again, which bullies are everyone referring to?
I'm not writing this to say that bullies don't exist. I'm not writing this to offend victims. I know bullying exists. You could say I'm merely writing this to make fun of "fake" bullies and "fake" victims. Nothing I say in this will absolutely hold true in every (if indeed, most) situations of bullying. I'm only
CielXReader- CHapter 2-This is animal language/speech. 'Kay?-CielXReader- CHapter 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"This is dialogue. Got it?"
'This is a thought, the thought you are thinking.'
Black. Everything was black. Your skin was cold like ice; it felt as if the blood beneath your skin was actually liquid nitrogen. Another thing you felt was pain. The pain of a thousand pin needles pushing into your body. You realized it was because your body went numb, it fell asleep. You figured you were sitting in an awkward position, you mustn't have moved in a while for all the feelings you were overwhelmed with.
Your eyes were closed and your skull throbbed with a humming pain. Calmly you opened your eyes to observe the situation. What you found horrified you to such an extent you snapped your eyes back close.
But still the sight was bored into your memory forever. Of the blood stained walls that you could also smell. The iron bitter scent was so potent it almost burned. The blood. So much of it! So you finally opened your eyes again and avoided the si
Scent (SebaCiel)There was a soft knock upon the door.Scent (SebaCiel)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come in," Ciel said, without looking up from his paper.
"Bocchan, I've brought your tea." The smooth voice of his butler forced the earl to look up, but the little boy stayed silent.
"Ah," he said, acknowledging the fact.
"Earl Grey, Bocchan. Accompanied by chocolate fudge cake."
Because the earl did not move, Sebastian set the tray on the table.
"Anything more?" The boy asked, still not looking up.
"No, bocchan. If you're not longer in need of my assistance, I will be dis-"
"Wait." He was cut off.
"My Lord?" Sebastian questioned.
Ciel stood up from his chair. Awkwardly moving sideways, he side-stepped his desk and approached Sebastian.
Before Sebastian could register anything, Ciel lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Sebastian's chest, hugging him tightly.
A moment later, Ciel had returned to his desk, nearly as fast as he had left.
"My Lord, may I ask...What 'that' was for?"
Both of them knew what the tall butler with
Distorted Worlds - 1Fire. It's all that seemed to illuminate the land. It was everywhere he looked. Watery, mismatched eyes gazed with a strangely curious and mesmerized look, as if captivated by the flames.Distorted Worlds - 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He couldn't really see much in the haze of smoke, and the typical dream impairments (such as being half blind), but he could see enough to know his body was moving. He could also tell that behind the choking smoke, it was really daylight despite the darkness. Birds chirped as the fire continued to rage.
He didn't see his own feet and knew they weren't the ones moving. As he gazed down with wide eyes he saw a tiny, kitten paw; his own, golden and furry. He had an eagle chick's talon and knew immediately that he was a child again. Wide, infant eyes stared down at a much larger paw. It was matted with dirt and dried flecks of blood, but Discord could still tell it was white with gorgeous patterns. A snow leopard's paw.
He stared up and realized that some creature had him by the scruff of the neck and
Diary Of A Demon Butler pg2Diary Of A Demon Butler pg24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
14th March 1865
The fist task appointed to me is to find staff for the newly built manor.
The requirements for the staff are;
-They must be loyal.
-They must be strong in order to protect manor in my absence.
-They must be capable of the jobs appointed to them.
-And lastly they must be trustworthy.
Good grief, My first day of service and already I am appointed such a lengthy task.
After hours of searching I believe I may have found our staff.
Baldroy- A veteran sergeant of the American army is to become head chef.
Finnian- A test subject with inhuman strength is to be the grounds keeper
Mey-rin- A former sniper with notable skill is to be maid.
I can not see the use in these people as they seem to have little or zero experience in the roles caste for them.
But the young master seems adamant that they are ones we must employ.
This young master is very stubborn.
Only hours into their employment they are already causing trouble.
The chef seems to deem it reasonable to cook a le
EquestriaNoir-A Neo-Noire TaleEquestriaNoir-A Neo-Noire Tale4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Manehattan - 9:30 PM
Scumbag: the most prolific term in my vocabulary is the word scumbag, and for good reason; almost everyone I meet in the streets nowadays is a scumbag.
What constitutes a scumbag? The signs are too long to list, but I don't need to; I know a scumbag when I see one, and the unicorn running away from me at this very moment constituted a grade-A example of what a real scumbag is.
The filthy piece of scum ran - flying almost - as I pursued him, pistol levitating near my head in a soft, dark colored glow. He sure ran fast for someone who had just had a bullet pierce his hind leg; but I had grown accustomed to this sight, as it had played out in the same form for more times that I dared count.
His ragged red robes concealed just how dangerous this piece of equine filth was, and this one was as vile as you could get: a foal-raping, mass-murdering cannibal cultist who was mere seconds away from having his brains become part of the pavement.
The cultist nearly collap
BeautyHer hair, a shining dark waterfall.Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her eyes, opalescent jewels.
Her skin, cream and roses.
Her body, graceful.
She is Beauty.
But she changes.
Her hair, fake and plastic.
Her eyes, you can`t see them under the makeup.
Her skin, smeared thickly with tan.
Her body, curves grotesquely accented.
She is your version of Beauty.
Now I Lay Me Down to SleepFor every action in the world, there has to be a reaction. For every debt there is payment. And for every life there is death. Little boys did not understand such things. The single eye stared up defiantly, shining blue in the velvet black night. As headstrong as ever. As decadent as ever. But there was fear. It lingered in the liquid backdrop, darting to the dark cover of his pupil, which was wide, bare in the night.Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Slender fingers stretched, shining pale in the moonlight; reached up to trace the child's cheek. His teeth clenched beneath the soft surface, and the eye flashed with annoyance. The hand met the dark material of the patch the boy wore over his other eye. Slowly, as if all the time in the world was free for use in that night, the hand unknotted the covering, letting it flutter to the ground like a crow with broken wings.
The purple pentagram, so beautiful, seemed to glow. The mark on the back of the slender hand, black as the nails adorning the f
20 ways to annoy Miroku1. Ask him how babies are made.20 ways to annoy Miroku11 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. ..When and if he explains, look mortified and cry.
3. When he asks you to bear his child (that is if you're female) laugh in his face.
4. ..Proceed by looking shocked and asking "Oh! You were serious?! Oops."
5. Point in a random direction and say "Look naked women!!!!!"
6. Ask him why he wears a dress...when he answers, ask again.
7. While he's sleeping (She starts a lot of these with those words) give him a makeover.
8. While he's in the hot springs steal his clothes.
9. ..for a good laugh leave him only Kagome's skirt.
10. Tell him you know Inuyasha wouldn't mind bearing his child (chuckles evilly)
11. After he gropes someone and gets slapped, look at his cursed hand and say "Maybe Naraku had the right idea."
12. Sing "Miroku and Sango sittin' in a tree..."
13. Tell him you think his staff is huge....so he must be compensating for something.
14. Accuse him of being gay....insist his womanizing must be a cover-up.
15. Tell him the wind tunnel doesn'