Notice MeLook up from your desk.Notice Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look up from your book.
Look up from your laptop
or iPod and songs.
Why can't you see me?
Why don't you care?
Why won't you answer my letters?
Do you even know my name?
Do you even recognize my face?
Do you even think of my eyes?
Funny situation with me.......hmmmmmm........WELL A COMMIE LOVES YOUR WORK, PERSONALITY, SENSE OF HUMER, AND OUT SPOKENESS................SO THERE NAAAHHHH (sticks tong out at you)Funny situation with me.......5 years ago in Settings More Like This
all that aside.........i love your realism in your work its great
and finally i have someone to talk about guns with........if you don't mind that
you American's are pretty nice.........well...........most of ya.......cause ASS-HOLES are everywhere.........ssssshhhh i hunting them *sneaks like Elmer fud* (now that's a sight to see, an Abyssal Marilith, carrying enough weapons that rival a battleships in scale, amount, and power)
*approach a door and open it*
*inside is a Femefatel Anthro dragon*(O_O)
*we both stare into each other's eye's* (O_O) (O_O)
*i put my finger to my lips to show her to be quiet*(ObO)
*she screams and start throwing anything and everything.....including the bath room sink, which hits me square in the head and knocks my ass out for about ten seconds* (god i love adrenalin rages) (>__
On Objectification: A Poem Against FeminismNote: This poem may seem harsh, but since feminists are allowed to shame men for enjoying harmless entertainment that makes them happy, I don’t see why I should mince words.On Objectification: A Poem Against Feminism1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If a man complained,
Of romance novel heroes,
He’d be ignored and disdained,
For reading women’s prose.
So if feminists make a scene,
If they yell and fume,
About a comic heroine,
Or her sexy costume,
Or demand they make her fatter,
Who cares what they presume?
Why should it even matter?
But here’s the real paradox:
The weakest female leads,
The feminist never mocks,
For they’re in the books SHE reads.
Does Bella Swan,
To corporate power rise,
Or fight crime with brawn?
Or is she wooed by guys,
Merely acted upon?
Every romance novel cover,
A woman semi nude,
In the arms of her lover,
Submissive to a dude.
I’m not calling her a liar,
But when her own self-insert,
Gets all the male desire,
It doesn’t seem to hurt.
But when she’s outcompeted for attention,
TEAR'S OF THE GODDESS OMEGA...TEAR'S OF THE GODDESS OMEGA...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when i cry in a battle field of war.
i cry for those who's lives that i take.
those innocents that die.
those corrupted that while dying regain their last innocent's in fleeting heart beat.
then pass silently into the void of oblivion to be greeted by my dear sister and receive her blessing's on their journey into the spirit world.
for i continue to move across the battle fields killing and murdering all in my path weeping tears of sadness.
a tear for ever life i take every soldier, every father, every mother,and every child.
war they say is a horrible thing.
no it is not.
it is those that wage the wars in the names of their gods but more so in false pretenses of their god's for their god's want no such calamity to ever happen.
it is truly that the being's waged war in their own greed and hatred under the false pretense that their god's or goddess's have demanded it.
so hate not the war for it is my job my only blessing to all.
Ezio: HomecomingHe rolled over in the dark, stifling a groan. Rubbing his aching shoulder he tried to sit. Dizziness forced to abandon that effort. The damn arrowhead! It was burrowing deeper into his shoulder. Even though it was practically pitch dark his surroundings still swam about him. He decided it was safer to lay back down. At least the cold stone would help with the pains.Ezio: Homecoming4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stone. Hard. Unyielding just like himself. He felt a chuckle forming in his chest but snuffed it out. Would not do for the guards to find him awake. Not all. He'd spent his life tricking the Templars. He'd not give them the satisfaction of watching him stumble to his feet. Biding his time was key. Just as Altair would have advised.
That brought the memories of the fight back to the man's mind. Sluggishly he made them all come back before his mind's eye. All of it. The ship. The long slog overland, over mountains and through ruins. His horse had died on him two weeks ago of exhaustion, of old age. The ambush to
Ezio Underground"Wait." Ezio's whole body twitched with unease. His hand snapped out to grab the Assassin's shoulder. The woman stopped dead, awaiting his instruction. After a few moments' study of the surrounding passageway, Ezio stepped past the youngish Assassin. He explored the branch to the left and right, his skin prickling. The back of his neck tingled when he stepped into the right hand passage. It could not be claustrophobia. He'd never felt confined in a tight space. Yet these tunnels set his teeth on edge. His every instinct screamed warnings.Ezio Underground5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Perhaps we should split, Maestro," the young woman said. "Let me take the central way. The air seems less stuffy. A way out maybe."
Ezio grunted, doubtful. They'd been wandering around here for hours that felt like days. They were still no closer to finding a way out of the maze than they'd been that morning. It had to be going into late afternoon now when the temperature fell dramatically. Roman winters were not gentle. And wearing heavy armour did
SnakebiteThe Assassin rolled down the sloped shingled roof and went right over the edge. The Borgia gunman followed, smiling in triumph under the closed-faced helmet he wore. The Assassin grabbed the rain trough running alongside the roof edge and tried to swing back up to the roof but too late. The Borgia gunman was already there, treading on his fingers. His gun was pointed at the Assassin's head. Ezio gritted his teeth in pain. The Drachen armour dragged his whole body downwards. He panted consciously willing himself upwards.Snakebite5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well, Assassino, here it all ends," the gunman gloated. "Once I blow your head off, my Lord's troubles will be over."
Ezio could never for the life of him understand why the higher ranking Borgia commanders always felt this need to rejoice when the Assassino was still very much alive. Volpe had tried to explain it to him once but Ezio had still not understood. It had something to do with small men and inflated egos.
The dangling Assassin, biting his lip in pain, manage
16 Rules to Magical Girl AnimeThe Rules of Magical Girl Anime16 Rules to Magical Girl Anime6 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. The god(s)/fates/mysterious being(s) will ALWAYS choose the most hopeless person possible to become a MG.
2. The MG chosen must, by definition, be far too cute for her own good. She must also be a fairly young character (e.g. 13 years old).
3. The MG must be assigned a familiar/guide, which must also, by definition, be far too cute for its own good.
4. Transformation into a skimpy and/or impractical costume is a MUST.
5. Said transformation must take at least 60 seconds in length to show, if not longer.
6. While transforming, all attacking villains will wait patiently for her to finish. Once the MG has transformed, and given their usual speech, the villains may then resume destroying the city, sucking the life force out of its inhabitants, kicking kittens, and casually jaywalking through heavy traffic.
7. No matter how bad the MGs disguise, nobody will actually be able to tell who she is. Nobody.
8. The MG must keep her identity secret fr
Rorscach in gotham Rorschach opened his eyes. At first the light was blinding, but his vision began to focus. He was sitting in an alley, alone, and with his all his clothes. He grunted, wondering where he was, or why he was there. Then it came back. Ozymandias, armageddon, Doctor manhatten. But wait, how was he alive? The question ran through his mind, and he was puzzeled. "Spared?" He asked himself, standing up. He looked around, as a newspaper flew past, carryed by the wind. "Think about it later, must tell the world." He ran out of the alley, hoping to find the new frontiersman's office. "Ozymandias must pay." As he ran he noticed something was wrong. The city was different, and definately not New York. He looked around, confused. A woman passed him, staring. "Looking for new frontiersman."Rorscach in gotham5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Bottom Of Tobi's Foot"Move," the young artist demanded, almost tripping over his partner for not seeing him through the moonlight seeping from the dainty windows.The Bottom Of Tobi's Foot5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bottom of Tobi's foot tingled with sleep as he sat in the middle of the tiled kitchen floor. If he got up now, he'd end up waddling around like a duck with a crazy leg and a knack for dancing. Not to forget all the strange faces and noises he'd make while almost bursting out in laughter, but not quite. This would only lower his petit blonde partner's opinion on him; which was near rock bottom as it was. If it hit any lower, the brunette would be treated as a five year old instead of the seven year old status he currently holds. He didn't want to loose his refrigerator privileges. Hidden eyes looked up at his teacher and stated fact, "I'm not moving."
Deidara thought logically, but his voice was strained with the illogical statement from his partner, "You're sitting in the middle of the damn kitchen floor!" Not to mention being up this late at
Looking in the mirror-anorexiaLooking in the mirror-anorexia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There she stood, looking at herself in the bathroom mirror,
Using her hands and eyes to examine the lumps of fat skin,
on her hips, legs, arms, stomach...face.
She was ugly
Her face fat and swollen,
The reason why she didnt have a boyfriend
the reason why her friends stop calling,
the reason why her parents kept giving eachother worried glances behind her back.
But she knew what they thought of her.
She would never be attractive enough for anybody.
So she stopped eating.
It first started off as eating most of her food (but not all of it) but she was still fat.
She ate less- still fat.
Even when she stopped eating altogether.
She stood there sobbing, taking small short breaths as she examinded herself in disgrace.
Why cant she look beautiful?
She does the same as models, eats nothing, excersises constantly!
But still why is she fat?
But...that was the thing.
Ezio: Uno Segno AngelicoRoma 1502 CEEzio: Uno Segno Angelico5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The bullet hit him precisely at the moment when he thought victory was his. It hit him when he could see the hopelessness of the situation in his enemy's eyes. His arm was upraised to strike the man down when his arm jerked. His whole body gave backward. His left hand clamped over the wound immediately and he had no idea what had just hit him. The sword he'd held left his hand. He grunted.
A feeling of nausea settled in his mouth. He had no time for analysis though. His enemy recovered quicker than he could gather his own wits and pushed him with his shoulder. Agony exploded in his chest. He felt bone grind on bone, broken edges digging into his flesh. Momentarily his vision blurred.
He fell with a crash that he did not hear. His blood-stained hand rose before his eyes. He stared at it dully, thinking, assessing furiously. Finally after what seemed forever, his brain, through the shock, formulated a response he could understand: collarbone. The bullet had shattered
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #76, 77, 78!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #76, 77, 78!3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
#76) What are your thoughts about the little mini issue within the fandom regarding Lil Miss Jay - the artist who works on the grimdark version of Rarity? Sure, he might draw something people don't like. But on the other end of the argument he's received death threats from both haters and bronies (I mean yeah it's the internet but some arrests were actually made). Any specific thoughts?
Answer: This one was quite difficult to answer, as I tend to avoid Tumblr, and thus had to perform some genuine research before answering. Being friends with a variety of Tumblr-fluent people, I receive information every now and then, and I have heard about the person in question, although what I've been told has been mostly negative. That said, I've never personally been involved in a situation with this user, and I can't even say that I've seen much of their work, and so I'm afraid that the next few points will be based on what I've heard from other people.
Sending genuine death t
'Trust me'"After what you've hidden from us, we can't trust you. You know that." Wally's voice was shaky, and he clenched his fists, knowing that he might lose control at any moment. He didn't know how to deal with this. He wanted to run away. He needed to.'Trust me'4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I know you can't, but I. . ." Artemis held onto him tightly, refusing to let go. His presence was the only thing that kept her sane, if that was even the right way to describe it. If he left, her world would crumble beneath her. She couldn't bear the idea that she would never see him again, or, if she did, they would be enemies.
"So then what's the problem?" His voice was harsh; Wally was simply trying to drive her away now. He had his loyalties to think of. If he sympathized with her, if he did what his heart commanded him to do, then he would be in the same position as her, abandoned by everyone he knew. Every second tore him apart, and she was to blame. She was the one tearing his heart in two. And, although it was painful, he had to get
The Orange Toothbrush"For goodness sake, Tobi," the blonde complained, stretching an arm over his face to hide his embarrassment.The Orange Toothbrush6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were in a hotel room: one bathroom, two bedrooms. The bedroom with a coat rack was Tobi's, while the bedroom with a colossal glass window was Deidara's. In almost every hotel along their journeys, the brunette got stuck with the worse of the bedrooms, if there was any distinction at all. Tobi hadn't quite figured out all the rules of "dibs" yet; though whenever the artist explained it, the rules seemed to change in the teen's favor. The bedrooms in this hotel were connected together by a paper thin wall and fake oak doors. Each respective door was connected to the single cramped bathroom containing little more than the requirements: a shower, sink, toilet, and hotel sized soap. It was the events that took place in this broccoli green painted bathroom that changed the Iwa and the masked boy's lives forever.
"It's just a toothbrush," the artist said peacefully, not wanting to
Caught chp 2 - UpdatedCaught chp 2 - Updated6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I suppose not." Ezio replied, with a bit of a laugh, accepting the fact that he had indeed been proven wrong. He leaned forward, trying to get himself up and out of the pile of rubble. With a bit of effort he hoisted himself up, and with a nearly unrecognizable movement, the hidden blade under his right wrist shot out. He made a move towards the lead guard that was standing but a few feet from him, knowing the only way out was through this guard and his men. It was then he heard the faintest sounds behind him, but they should not have been there. Something was very wrong, and he quickly turned to see what had gotten behind him.
He only made it halfway, though, when a blunt force hit the right side of his face, instantly disabling his vision and numbing his whole body. Within a second or two, Ezio lost consciousness and fell limply to the floor.
"You promised more of a challenge." A deep but smooth voice emerged from the shadows behind Ezio. A tall man dressed in black and midnight blu
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
Phobia: Stainless Steel Chpt. 5Phobia: Stainless Steel Chpt. 53 years ago in Settings More Like This
Chapter 5 - Daredevil vs. Penguin/Red Hood vs. Two-Face
- The Next Morning -
The sun's rays warmed the road as the yellow taxicab drove up to the entrance of Wayne Manor. Stopping at the gate, the passenger doors opened, allowing Matt, Eddie and Charlotte to step outside. Heading for the trunk, Eddie reached for his friends' bags and handed them out to both of them, slamming the trunk shut after. As Eddie and Charlotte walked up to the gate, Matt reached into the back of his trousers and retrieved his wallet. Feeling how each note was folded, so he could tell the difference between the notes, he pulled out the amount required and handed it to the cab driver.
"Keep the change" Matt insisted, getting a grateful nod from the cab driver as he walked away. Reaching the gate, Eddie noticed a speaker attached to the wall beside it. Pressing the button beneath the speaker, he heard a static sound on the other.
"Hello?" Eddie asked, nervously awaiting a response.
"May I ask who is speaking?" an
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Hey folks! It is now 6pm. You know what that means. It is interview time! Let us begin.
Here is how the interview works: You can all ask questions and chat freely in the chatroom called AtAChat. I will be copy-pasting your questions to Alexiuss and he will answer them in live time in ATAInterview.
We conduct the interview this way to avoid having the artist spammed with too many questions all at once, and to reduce text clutter so that you can all read the artist's responses to the questions.
A special thank you goes out to our lovely mods, ~Melancholy-Minds and ~Twilight-Zero!
Please be aware that we do our best to get as many questions answered as possible, however, if we do not choose your question to send to the artist, please do not be offended. It does not mean it was not a good question. It is just not possible for the artist to answer all questions. Thank you for your understanding.
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
Better Left Unsaid.You'll be a lawyer-Better Left Unsaid.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be a writer.
You'll probably make more money but-
At least we'll both be doing things we love.
And we'll live on a farm,
Just like you always wanted and...
I want to marry you-
I can't imagine myself with anyone else.
But you don't know that.
We'd both laugh if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
I can see us staying up late...
Watching kiddie movies and eating chocolate ice cream.
And having candle lit dates on our bedroom floor-
Taco Bell, of course.
And on winter evenings, we'll curl up on the couch...
With hot chocolate...
As I read aloud to you-
From a book of my choice, of course.
But you don't know this...
You'd think I was weird if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
And one day we'll pick out a huge chair.
A chair for cuddling.
And when I'm sad-
You'll hold me in our chair...
And we'll both stay real quiet,
Taking each other in.
And eventually we'll start to talk-
Quiet murmurs at first...
You will be missed.You will be missed.You will be missed.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like sun kissed skin,
On a summers day,
Like wind through your hair,
While just saying "hey".
You will be missed.
Like a warm hug,
On a cold autumn night,
Like a camp fire,
Just for a little light.
You will be missed.
You didn't know...
No, You didn't know,
Or else you wouldn't've gone.
You will be missed.
Like a favorite verse,
To a certain song.
Feels so wrong...
Four Mikey Way DrabblesFandom: My Chemical Romance/Fall Out Boy/Cobra StarshipFour Mikey Way Drabbles3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairings: Pikey (Pete Wentz and Mikey Way), Waycest (Gerard and Mikey Way), Gabekey (Gabe Saporta and Mikey Way) and Frikey (Frank Iero and Mikey Way)
"C'mon, Sweetness, snuggle time!"
I sigh at my hyperactive chipmunk of a boyfriend, refusing to look up from my maths homework because the last time I gave him any form of consent, I wound up boxer-less and unable to do any kind of important school work until the next morning.
"Busy, Petey. Later."
He groans, the very sound making my body scream at me to give in to my boyfriend's request.
"What's wrong, Sweetness; on your period?" He giggles, hands snaking slyly around my skinny waist and making my mind whir hungrily. "I know you want me, Mikey."
"Fine. You win."
"Close your eyes."
"Why, what're you gonna do, Gee?"
"Nothing bad." I pause, offering him the kind of smirk that I know makes my baby brother shed all thoughts of
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru