My Love, My Light, My SoulHe had won. He had defeated Pegasus. He had freed the three prisoners of his monstrous opponent.My Love, My Light, My Soul7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But none of it mattered to Yami. His Aibou, his Light, was gone.
Yami was in Yugis Soul Room, trying hard to ignore how horribly dark the walls were. They had turned as black as ashes, crisp and falling into dust at a mere breeze. No light only darkness only death
There was only death within Yugis small form.
Yami held the small boy in his arms. He had sank to his knees and was gripping the child tightly to his chest, willing that the boy take his soul in place of the one he had lost. He wanted to strength to leave him, for the child to take it and live. He deserved to live, not Yami.
Yami deserved to die.
I failed you, Yugi, he whispered, and he felt again that burning sensation behind his eyes. His cheeks were wet and he didnt understand why. He was crying?
Yes he was crying. He was shedding tears such an
Ezlo's Apprentice: Chapter 1~1: The Beginning of it All~Ezlo's Apprentice: Chapter 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The world had just begun to anticipate winter. The few remaining dead leaves blew away from the branches of the trees, revealing their crooked grey figures. Rainy clouds covered the moon and stars, painting the long cold night black. Wind whipped around the old Picori sage as he walked through the quiet side of the Minish Village. He was nearly frozen to the bone already, and to make it all worse, it was beginning to sprinkle rain.
“Almost home. I’ll put on a nice hot pot of soup when I get there,” he said, willing himself to go on fighting against the incoming winter winds.
Something stopped him in his tracks.
A noise came from underneath a shivering leaf- a tiny sneeze. He stopped, turning his attention to it, perplexed and curious. It sneezed again, followed by some pitiful coughing.
“What have we here?” He mused as he lifted the edge of the leaf up. Underneath the thin shelter, he found a Minis
YGO - A Thousand Years"May I have this dance?"YGO - A Thousand Years3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Yami looked up, startled at the familiar voice that broke through his thoughts. It was Yuugi, holding out a hand with a wry smile on his face.
The party was a reunion between all of their friends. Even Bakura was here - the one from his time, making an almost shy conversation with his hikaru at one of the decorated tables and catching up on events.
He had returned to the attire he had worn while he was but a spirit residing in Yuugi's heart. The leather was comfortingly restricting, and he had been idly playing with one of the cuffs on his jacket whilst he had been captured by his thoughts.
Even though about eighty years had passed since he had last seen his aibo, it still felt like yesterday when he had walked through the gates. The memory of Yuugi with tears on his face abruptly came into his mind, and he blinked frantically to hide the sudden pull on his heart.
Nothing ever escaped his other, though. The other man - for he was indeed a man now,
Rise of the GuardiansRise of the Guardians 2Rise of the Guardians3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Writhing, seething, and pulsating purplish black inky goo, dripped from the branches of a dead tree, dropping to the floor. It began to chatter and grow in excitement. Animals scurried away from the anomaly as fast as they can, fear bright on their mind.
Laughter emitted from the growing black, but not the kind that is contagious and makes you want to join. The cold sound sucks life out with its ringing voiceless sound.
"Finally, Centuries of being locked in some rank forest are over!" the blackness rose, thick root-like vines wrapping around itself lifting off the ground and spreading making the glob look more human, finishing with a head were the eerie voice emits. "Ah, come my friends, and take revenge on those who took me down!" He walks away from the puddle goo sloshing to the side, melting away to finalize the form of a bony, stark white form wearing a long floor length robe, almost looking at if he stepped out of a 15th centu
Puzzleshipping Drabble #8 - Scar#8 - ScarPuzzleshipping Drabble #8 - Scar2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pairing/s: Puzzleshipping, small mentions of past, onesided!Revolutionshipping
Categories: Hurt/Comfort, Humor
Setting: Post-Canon, in which Yami returns.
Summary: In which Yami worries for his Aibou.
Warning/s: Mentions of self-harm.
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me, but to Kazuki Takahashi.
"...On his left wrist! At least one that I could see clearly!"
A panicked-looking Yami, accompanied by Jounouchi, Honda and Anzu, was sat down in Honda's living room on the couch.
"I dunno... Yuug's never really looked like he's been depressed enough to cut... An' can you honestly imagine that kid cutting? Seriously?" Jounouchi crossed his arms skeptically.
"He could have hidden his emotions..." Anzu muttered. "I don't see him as the type to cut, either, but to be fair, when Yami left..." All eyes turned to her. She looked confused for a moment, before her eye
YGO - 17th Century CanonHe sighed, shoving away the textbook and paper he was writing on to gaze out his skylight.YGO - 17th Century Canon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It hurt. After all these years, there was still a pang in his chest - usually right when he saw something and turned inward to share, realizing too late that there was no one housed in his soul anymore.
"I have to wonder how you're doing, mou hitori no boku," he murmured, closing his eyes slightly so the stars blurred into pinpricks of light.
The air around him shifted, and grew heavy. He chuckled, minutely shaking his head.
"You will always be my other self." A vague sense of disgruntlement filtered into the room. "Sorry, you're not allowed to get rid of the name."
The room grew silent, before amused confusion made its way toward him.
He tipped his chair back a bit onto its legs, humming thoughtfully. "Well, that's true. Atem is your name," A frown tucked at his lips then, "But... we still share that name, don't we? We can't ever be separated."
At his bemused tone, the thoughtfulln
Alternate End to 'The Pharaoh and The Slave' WARNING! WARNING! "The Pharaoh and the Slave" Doujinshi spoilers! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! LINK TO THE ORIGINAL STORY IN THE DISCRIPTION! I ADVISE THAT YOU READ THAT!Alternate End to 'The Pharaoh and The Slave'3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yugi staggered onwards, his body thin and malnourished, the stick in his hand tapping the desert before him, his skin telling him where the sun was. The cloth tied over his eyes keeping them hidden, his skin most likely burnt or tanned, the cape -that he had somehow managed to keep a hold of over the trek- and the slaves tunic he still wore with one sandal doing little to shield his body against the heat of the open desert.
Yugi kept moving, knowing he'd have to find water somehow. He searched for rocks, tapping and listening, rocks in this place marked milestones or oasis's he'd learnt. Yugi thought as he moved, his entire being on auto pilot leaving his mind separate and as wandering as his body, his physical self searching for food and water in a dark world and his mind replaying that one day in his head
MST3k- A Party for JoelIt was early in the morning on February 20th, and the 'bots on the Satellite of Love were unusually busy. As their father continued to sleep, the four robots were bustling around.MST3k- A Party for Joel6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, this is lovely!" Gypsy exclaimed, slithering out from the kitchen to where Cambot, Crow, and Tom Servo were setting up a banner above the door that led to the theater. "Joel is going to love this!"
"Yeah, he better!" Crow grunted as he tried to keep the right side of the banner in place. Servo was on the other side, doing the same thing, as Cambot tacked the corners into the wall. After they were sure the banner wasn't going to fall down, they stepped back to observe.
"It's a bit crooked " Servo sighed.
"Bah, doesn't matter," Crow replied. "I don't care, and he won't either."
"Hey, how's the breakfast coming, Gypsy?" Servo asked the purple robot as he hovered over to her.
"The bacon is cooking, and the waffles toasting!" she answered happily. She then went back into the kitchen to watch over the foo
Crow T. Robot Owner's ManualCrow T. Robot Owner's Manual9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
CROW T. ROBOT: THE OWNER'S MANUAL AND MAINTENANCE GUIDE.
Congratulations on your purchase! You are now the proud owner of a Gizmonic Industries model number MST-3000 CROW T. ROBOT unit!
Name: Crow T. Robot (aka the Wisecracker, different, etc.)
Type: Movie heckler (male)
Manufacturers: Gizmonic Industries, SOL.
Height: 4 feet, 2 inches
Weight: 80 pounds
WARNING: If your CROW unit is flat black BEWARE! You have received a TIMMY unit. He will act cordially, then try to attack and cocoon you. It is recommended to return a TIMMY unit.
Your CROW unit should come in a box labeled 1 MOVIE HECKLING ROBOT. The CROW comes without clothing, but can wear a tuxedo (sold separately). To get your CROW acquainted with his surroundings, it is recommended to let him roam your house freely the first few days. WARNING: He may try to escape! Keep a watch on your CROW unit as much as possible!
Your CROW unit should come with the fo
Six Word Stories: ProcrastinationInfinite knowledge. Yet, I type: "lolcats"Six Word Stories: Procrastination3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Raven PrinceYugi limped home from school late one afternoon. Ushio and his goons had ganged up on him againThe Raven Prince3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yugi winced as his leg complained underneath him, he didn't understand why they hated him so much. He hadn't done anything to them Yugi sniffed as he turned into the park, not wanting to go home to the empty house, Grandpa had passed away a few months ago, Yugi was being watched over by a guardian who would check in on him every other month. But that guardian was the Father of the bullies. Yugi was so lonely.
The woods were always calming for Yugi, especially now, even though he was in the middle of a large city the woods drowned out any sound and let Yugi be wherever he imagined to be.
Yugi hissed as he sat on a tree stump by a small pond, the pond had a mossed over statue of a frog sitting on a toadstool. It used to spray water from its grey mouth but no more, the pond often dried up in summer droughts, so there wasn't much life living in the waters.
Yugi looked into the water
No Escape from her EscapementThoughtsNo Escape from her Escapement3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
are knots... upon knots
with each Tock
of a cheap clock,
with each pendulum
She, the clock,
her Ticks feasting
on the blood of subconsious respite,
If I could only redeem
for a dream.
I toss and throw with each
catch and release
of her taunting escapement,
locked in her movement
like the reverb of a devil's drum,
shoving away at my own
Louder and louder
the sound compounds
My own spring compresses
with her decompressions,
the Dream Queen
rejects my advances
for she is a lover
Sunlight now creeps through blinds
slapping my eyes,
as the night
in my dissection.
I close my eyes again
to spare myself the demon light.
Hammer assaults bell
in siren wailing
as if swung by Hephaestus,
there will be no justice
as I break across
In madness, I punch this toxic tocsin
with her shrill pierces.
and she flies
as a bird
by a huntin
Ashes Of TomorrowAshes Of Tomorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ashes Of Tomorrow
I can destroy what I create
If I really, and truly wanted to
I can light these feelings ablaze
If I didn't want anymore support from you
I barely stop myself time and time again
I realize there's a sense of cruelty in all of us
It's just that feeling, everything might be in vain
When tempted at breaking down those barriers of trust
To jeopardize all of the triumphs
I want to be the one who is blamed
The fire will reach the sky, and become my guidance
I want to be swallowed by my own inner, selfish flames
I sit behind the scenes of my friendships
Alone, with a fake smile on my face
That old feeling of loneliness is tempting
Cold, but the embers will soon burn me away
Ashes paint the sky / I'm the phoenix at fault
My flames roar as I cry / As all hope finally falls
I need to get back at myself
Delivering a fiery vengeance
I know that I don't deserve anyone else
As all of the bridges simultaneously start burning
I wanted to erase what I made
And I tr
EXTREME LULZ - Mythbusters"I'm pumping as fast as I can!" ~Grant ImaharaEXTREME LULZ - Mythbusters6 years ago in Humor More Like This
"I think we're gonna light something on fire." ~Jamie Hyneman
"I have a secret weapon. And it could have something to do with special robot knowledge." ~Grant Imahara
"Hopefully, the 27th time's the charm!" ~Grant Imahara
"Looks like it's boom time!" ~Grant Imahara
"One cannon, coming right up." ~Tori Bellaci
"You gonna go through that butt first?" ~Jamie Hyneman
"Science + Beer = Good 8D" ~Adam Savage
"Ya it's a little creepy, but so is what we do to Buster." ~Adam Savage
"Do I just grab anywhere?" ~Adam Savage
"Do you feel God?" ~Kari Byron
"Uhh...I think it's broken." ~Scottie Chapman
"I just had one of those 'What the hell am I doing?' moments!" ~Adam Savage
Scottie: "How many lives is Buster gonna have?"
Jamie: "How many episodes are we gonna make?"
"It's getting dangerous. Just the way we like it." ~Tori Bellaci
"ARISE, MY SON!" ~Adam Savage
"What is it with you and these robots?" ~Tori Bellaci
"Sweet! That sounds dangerous!" ~Tori B
SWS -- Yellow Paper MemoriesRumpled yellow paper; our sunshine days.SWS -- Yellow Paper Memories3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Just like an angelJust like an angel, banished from the skyJust like an angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Got her wings ripped out and can no longer fly
With the curse of god, shame all over her face
Doomed to wander alone in a faraway place.
So she walked through abandoned cities, through mountains and farms
Alone, weak and tire no one holding her in his arms
Through cold streets, painful fields, rainy villages and creeks
Left until forever with tears raining down her cheeks
So the angel decided to end this, and walk her last hill
Until she saw what treasure she got, sent from gods will
The last time she lifted her head up to the grey skies,
Her mouth swung open, disbelief in her eyes
Brand new wings. So magical they thawed her frozen heart
And with them came a whole new adventure, just waiting to start
Such beautiful thing filled all of her from inside- was it love?
Such beautiful thing that could only be sent from above
If only you understood, I wish I could make you see
That you darling, like a guardian angel, had healed me
Because I am the Fal
Common InterestWe share a shadow, that's it.Common Interest3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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memories of nicotine."Cigarette?"memories of nicotine.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"No, I've been burned before."
Everyone had bad dreams."It is said that in the final days of Planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather, in a celebration of the pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come. But they forgot. Because they must. They forgot their nightmares. Of fire and war and insanity. They forgot. Except for one..."Everyone had bad dreams.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
- - - -
John Watson awoke with a start. He'd had the nightmare, the same nightmare he'd had for weeks now. That face laughing, taunting.
Sherlock was having nightmares too, but he said he'd forgotten them.
John pulled a hand through his hair, and sat up straight. The room was a bit of a blur. All he could make out were the red and green Christmas lights that Mrs. Hudson had draped across the room, as her little way to make the flat look festive. He waited for the dizziness to pass, and then made his way to the kitchen, where he found his flat-mate solving Su-Doku
Legal Sex Worker is Happy."Too damaged to understand," says society.Legal Sex Worker is Happy.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This