What My Heart is Telling MeWhat My Heart is Telling MeWhat My Heart is Telling Me5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: As Aqua wanders alone, pondering her feelings, Terra wonders the same thing his feelings for Aqua, causing them to come out in a way neither of them expected. Terra x Aqua
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
I'm very fond of the Terra & Aqua pairing. There's just something about it, something I can't put my finger on, that I like. And I was bored when I came up with this.
Also, at some points I'll refer to the Master Qualification Exam as MQE. It just saves a hassle since completely spelled out, it's long.
Aqua walked along the river. She'd decided to take a walk to clear her head before the big Master Qualification Exam with Terra. Her blue hair rustled with the light breeze. Eyes the color of the water reflected the peaceful flowing of the river. She wondered what Terra and Ven were doing. She knew Ven went to bed, but he usually snuck out sometime later to look at the stars.
Terra? Aqua didn't know what he did at night. Sh
wade liberation warwade liberation war1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Unexpected LoveUnexpected LoveUnexpected Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: After Sora has saved the universe yet again and all those connected to him, Terra and Aqua reconcile and reveal their true hidden feelings. Beware of spoilers and some theories. Terra x Aqua
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
The title would be better, but I couldn't think of anything else.
Aqua sat on the trunk of a bent palm tree on Destiny Islands watching the sunset. She'd sat on this same tree just over a decade before. It had been a long time since she'd seen a sunset as beautiful as this one.
"I almost forgot what the sun looked like," she whispered. "It's been so long."
This was true. For the past twelve years, Aqua had been stuck in the Realm of Darkness. She'd done nothing but wander to search for a way back home. She'd almost given up hope, but it was thanks to her meeting with Ansem the Wise. She'd met the man just recently, but he'd been a comfort of twelve years of loneliness.
Aside from being lonely, Aqua had almost given up hope twice in
18 Questions Asked by AtheistTop 18 Questions Asked by Atheists18 Questions Asked by Atheist3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
-- These are taken from my own personal experience discussing with atheists. You can find them also in my "How I Know God Exists" journal, but I thought I'd spread them to the public more. Hopefully both atheists and Christians will read these and learn more.
--Note that I try to keep these concise and to the point. I could probably write a small book on each individual one, haha. But for space and time's sake, I won't. That's why I've also supplied plenty of links for you to learn more. If you think I don't fully answer something, read the links I give you. If you have more questions concerning something, read the links I give you. Anyone who comes to me asking about something that the links could have answered will be ignored.
1. Why would God allow evil?
Two words: free will.
We have free will to commit evil, and free will to choose not to.
Evil is the absence of God. The same way cold is the absence of heat, and darkness is the abs
No God - No Atheists"If there were no God, there would be no atheists." G.K. ChestertonNo God - No Atheists4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"That's stupid!" you say.
"Not true," says I. This statement, in and of itself, provides proof for the existence of God. I know that, if you are a non-believer, you will instantly dismiss this quote. Your beliefs are quite firm, after all, and what can shake them? You question the existence of God, but you don't really want an answer. An answer will prove you wrong. However, if you are willing to read on, I think you'll find that the question of rather or not God exists isn't one of fact or fiction. It's true, and I shall illustrate how simply using this quote.
Perhaps I should put this quote into a different perspective. Here is one of the same theme by C. S. Lewis: "If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark."
The view behind this is simple: If ther
Taur virus: part 1Taur Virus 1Taur virus: part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The whole planet trembled the moment it happened, eight years ago. I was just nine when it happened but it was enough to deeply scare me. A meteor struck Africa and there was nothing modern science could do about it, people though it was the end of the line for earth. Yet at the moment of impact only a crater and mild quakes were the end results. For a second the earth sighed as the so called "doomsday" turned out to be a pebble the size of a truck crashing in the middle of the western shorelines of Africa.
The world was relived and soon after things returned back to normal well sort of. There was a huge ongoing investigation of the crater as well of the meteor's remains, but there was no way it would affect us Or so we thought.
It made itself present months later around the continent an odd disease started appearing. It wasn't life-threatening so far, merely some fever, raspy voice, stomachache among other symptoms. The CDC confirmed there was a link bet
First day of School (request)First day of School (request)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kevin and Dave's mothers had signed them up for a private school. They were fed up with the constant irritation of everyday life of school. However, Kevin and Dave didn't mind it; school didn't pose a problem to either one of them. Their moms thought that they were exposed to fights, drug use and any other problem that would typically happen at school. And they were. They usually stayed out of the way of those things, too. But it was too much for their mothers to absorb that that was life. However, they also thought that Kevin and Dave were growing a bit of an attitude towards either parent. So, they signed both of them up for a private school, in which, they will both attend together as friends. The boys were confused; how were they, in anyway, 'have an attitude'? They were obediant children! They did their homework, listened to their parents and played games like any other boy would. They assumed it was probably something to do with the whole school problem. E
Dancing WatersDancing WatersDancing Waters5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: One day while walking down the beach, Terra spotted a girl dancing in the water. He thought it was strange, but she had entranced him. Terra x Aqua
The story is named for a title the Japanese BBS site gave Aqua, which is in full "The Dancing Waters Forming Bonds'. I got the translation off the KH wikia site.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
It was just a normal sunny day in the Land of Departure. The three Keyblade apprentices of Master Eraqus were training together in the courtyard out front.
Terra, the oldest of the trio, stood tall and strong as he attacked his comrades when they advanced with physical strikes or cast spells. His spiky dark hair rippled with the light breeze. His cobalt eyes alert for any sudden movements from the others.
Ventus, the youngest and normally called Ven, speedily dodged attacks and cast various wind spells that would throw his friends off balance as he went at them. His blonde hair seemed windswept fro
What Humans Call LoveI rolled around the cot I lay on, the stiff mattress springs threatening to impale my back. I hadn't had a good night's sleep since the doctors of Valerian's consort had removed the malignant tumors that had grown while Zamara had been present in my mind. Giving up on sleep, I sat up and opened my eyes, greeted by a flawlessly crafted walls hewn of soft, dark stone. Looking around, found a smooth, purple-skinned protoss towering over me. the pale sapphire eyes shone like gemfire in the dim light of the sick bay. I was unfamiliar with the face, but the feminine presence was all too recognizable. "Z-Zamara? Is that really you?" I choked on my words. Clearing my throat, I said, "I thought you were still in that Khaydarin crystal the dark templar downloaded you into. You have a body. H-how can this be? What about Ulrezaj?" As astonished as I was, it felt wonderful to have her presence near me. "I-How long have I been out?"What Humans Call Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Almost two years, Jacob Ramsey," she replied, her telepathic voice
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
Substitute Princess :: DAY 1 :: TGSubstitute Princess :: DAY 1 :: TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a Bedroom inside of a grand castle that resides in a city surrounded by a ocean and forest. A girls voice can be heard throughout the castle.
Princess Hanayuki: Ahhhhhh! I'm so sick of all this formality and proper stuff!
Princess Hanayuki (花幸)(Flower Happiness) is a beautiful young girl with flowing hair that was born in the royal family but ever sense she turned 11 years old not to long ago, she has been refusing to do anything proper lately and runs off somewhere outside of the castle. Her childhood friend which was arranged by their parents when they were small to make sure she has someone to play with as well as take care of her gets dragged into everything she does as well.
Ryoshin: My lady, please, you've got to stop running away from the castle. You know nobody likes it when you do that. What would happen if you were to disappear?
Ryoshin (亮晋) (Brightness Advancing) is a young boy with the same age of the princess who always worry ab
You're FamilyThump. Thump. Thump. To Yowane Haku it felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat. Nervously she stared at the large oak door to the mansion-like house.You're Family3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She slowly brought her fist up preparing to knock when the handle to her suitcase slipped from her grip and slammed into the door. Haku put her hand on the door as she bent down to retrieve the fallen luggage.
But to her horror right as she reached the handle the door opened sending her crashing down inside the house. Red with embarrassment she scrambled to her knees staring up at the person standing over her.
Above her a tall young man with blue hair and eyes held an ice cream cone. After an awkward moment, while they stared at each other quizzically the boy dropped the sugary cone and creamy liquid onto Haku's long white hair.
"Agh my ice cream!" The boy screamed.
"W- What is it?!" A shrill voice screamed. Haku watched a small blonde girl run down the stairs leading down to the front door. "
Too Many Drinks - Part IToo Many Drinks - Part I2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A blurred and painful awakening disrupted Chuck’s dormancy as his eyes slowly focused on his digital alarm clock.
The blinking colon between the hour and the minute counters violently drummed the seconds of his alcohol induced torment. Chuck’s head bellowed upon waves of whiskey infused headache. How had he managed to drink so much?
More importantly, what happened last night? The evening was a muddled conjecture of missed connections and happy accidents. The late hours of a night’s outing at his local pub usually lead to a booze-infused discussion of politics, religion, and sex, soon obliterated by a cleansing alcohol-fueled memory wipe.
Something prolific, a profound moment, had managed to escape the mental gravity well of his binge. A monolith, no... a person had managed to survive in his memories until his awakening.
Suddenly, a tide of recollection swept over his mind.
Chuck cringed at the realiza
My lionAdmittedly, I was a rotten child. I liked to spend my time throwing rocks at stray dogs. No one ever bothered to stop me until the old voice in the alley.My lion7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Why are you throwing rocks at puppies? It was an old man voice, deep and gravelly, so I didnt stop.
Because I want to, old man, I retorted and tried to sound mean. There was no warning before I heard a yelp and felt dirt under my shoulders. I tumbled over and realized the yelp had come from me. I lay on the ground and listened to my heart beat. That old man had pushed me down, and now he would pay. You asked for it! I yelled and grabbed the first rock I laid hands on, then jumped up to face him.
At first I could only see stars. Then I saw the lion. He was sitting like a giant cat, and his tail twitched around behind him.
Dont eat me! I yelled on instinct and dropped my rock. He licked his lips.
Why not? I heard the old man voice ask. Was this a trick? I looked ar
The Truth About Selling FanartUpdate notice as of January 17, 2013: I have given this guide a MAJOR overhaul. It was originally written over a year and a half ago, and since then my own views and understanding of copyrights has changed. I felt that this guide should reflect those changes, so if you read this guide in the past, please take a moment to look through it again as I have added MANY new topics, information, and sources. Unlike my first draft, I have also changed my viewpoint to neutral throughout this writing.The Truth About Selling Fanart4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Disclaimer: I am not a lawyer, nor any kind of professional that works in dealing with laws or copyrights. This guide was written based on my own research and understanding of copyright laws, and from discussions with others knowledgeable of the subject. These facts are all sourced from U.S. law. I encourage others to do their own research and draw informed conclusions on how they would like to pursue the issue of selling fanart.
The Truth About Selling Fanart
Fanart is somethin
i begin and end with you.How do you go about explaining love to someone who has never felt it? How do you put into words the sweetness of the first kiss or the bitterness of the first goodbye or the hundred pinpricks of emotion you feel each and every time lip parts lip? If I were to try, I wouldn't start with the first embrace or the first touch or the first time your tongue swept the top of your mouth and you breathed my name. I wouldn't start with the first time nail bit into hip or teeth into shoulder or the first time you cried my name and I cried yours. I wouldn't talk about the first time that we held hands under the branches of the willow, limbs interlaced as we fell asleep with Whitman on my breast. I wouldn't even talk about the time you slipped platinum around my finger and I cried on a sunny October afternoon.i begin and end with you.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, I would talk about the first time you taught me something. I would talk about how we were standing in wintery midnight air and how you put your hand on the small of my back--as i
Death and Democracy"Good afternoon Mr. Rochford, this is the state department. We've called to remind you that you will be terminated in one hour. When your sounder goes off, please push your termination button while you begin to slide down your tube. It has been a pleasure serving you Sir, we hope you've enjoyed your life."Death and Democracy8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
Zach gently replaced the phone to its cradle before resting his chin on his steepled fingers. His father had received a call similar to that one when Zach was nine, and two years ago his mother had received one as well. He sighed and leaned back, damned automated voices.
When he was little, he was 26 now, he'd read books about disease, warfare, and dying of natural causes. They had been labeled as fiction, but his mother had been nervous about him reading them. Zach always believed that death was once not controlled by the government, that war and disease had once existed.
He stretched, scratched his goatee, then got up and grabbed his tools from another room in his small, generic ap
The Bishop of OakA few leaves fluttered lazily in through the window, landing beside a bottle of ink and a quill.The Bishop of Oak5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bishop Alphonse Roberts looked out the window. The sight of the ancient oak tree greeted him like an old friend. When he came to take over his responsibilities as Bishop of Shoreborough, they told him that the tree had always been there, probably long before St. Augustine of Canterbury came to convert the English to Christianity. Something about that must have inspired him, so his coat of arms featured the tower of Shoreborough Keep, the castle beside the city, and an oak tree, whose symbolism he himself wasn't quite sure of. Beneath it was his motto, "Si mortuum fuerit, fructum affert", if it dies, it bears fruit.
He returned to the letter he'd received from Sir Michael Geoffrey, the Lord Mayor of Shoreborough:
'Your Grace, Bishop Roberts,
As you may have heard, Bishop John Fisher of Rochester and the former Lord Chancellor of England, Sir Thomas More, have been executed for the
Stupid"Is your hair that way naturally?"Stupid2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She shook her head, sweat dampened curls dripping dry. They weren't really curls as much as waves? Tousled, the commercial called them.
"No. Well, yes, but not really."
The concrete chafed under my arms and I adjusted; we were each hanging by our elbows, toes scuffing on the wall; we could see the horses still running.
"My parents didn't like my hair like this. They preferred it straight. So when I was feeling smart-alecky I would wear my hair like this and say stupid things. I'd tell my brother, 'Hey. You're stupid.' Or I'd tell my sister she had a stupid doll, or a stupid dress."
She shrugged. I rested my chin and watched the horses.
"And now they're all gone. Dead. And so I fix my hair like this, to remind me that I'm stupid."