BlindWhen Brook dreamed of his old crew, of his fellow musicians and even of Captain Yorki, he knew it wasn't real. Because in his dreams, Brook could see.Blind3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brook had always loved music. Even in his world of darkness, he could appreciate it on equal footing with everybody else.
So when he came across Calico Yorki, as a blind and broken veteran of the army, with a cane and a violin and only a spark of life left in him, Brook's world opened up again.
He was playing his violin on the side of the street, eyes closed behind dark glasses. He could sense a presence next to him, though, a presence that lingered as Brook played one song, then another, and the air got cooler and the town got quieter.
Finally, he put down his violin. The presence moved, stepped towards him.
"I'm Calico Yorki," he said. "Do you want to join my pirate crew?"
Brook nearly dropped his violin.
"Yes," he answered, his mouth moving before his brain could catch up.
"Great!" Yorki said, reaching up to clap Brook's should
Skull Preservation TutorialSkull Preservation Tutorial5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I've been asked multiple times how I go about cleaning and preserving the skulls that I find so I've decided to put together a sort of FAQ/how-to regarding this subject. Please keep in mind that there is more than one "right" way to achieve things in the realm of taxidermy. This is just the way I do my skulls/bones.
You will need:
Plastic bag for picking up your treasure
A good sized flower pot
An ant hill (if possible)
Disposable plastic gloves
Nice sized metal pot kept solely for boiling skulls/bones
Plastic container for soaking the skull/bones in
Hydrogen peroxide 3%-7%
Small pokey thing for helping remove brain bits and other yuck
Super glue, tacky glue, or Elmer's glue for putting the teeth back in
Hokay. While out hiking, I've come across many different skulls/bones of animals in various stages of decomposition. The best ones are when nature has already done most of the work for you and it's already pretty clean. One of the drawbacks of finding them like this tho
My DarknessMy Darkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My world was small.
I was alone.
No one to call my own.
My heart has been broken.
It has been destroyed.
I felt used, abused, and incomplete.
I had no one.
But in my lonely, painful world of light,
which was too bright,
A darkness fell.
It brought the light down and I liked it.
I sought out the source.
A boy lonely as me.
He felt my pain.
He told me I brought light to him.
I said he brought darkness to me.
We knew it was meant to be.
And now I sit upon a throne of light, lonely no longer.
No more pain.
I have you, my king of darkness, my love.
You make me complete.
Betrayed...I felt for you...Betrayed...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deeper than I felt for myself
I cared for you...
More than I could have believed possible
I let my guard down
Giving you my all
Wishing more than anything
To be yours mind and soul
But one minute
A mere second
Changed it all
Made me rethink my life
I loved you
I needed you
I felt complete
In your presence
This leaves me so confused
Makes me wonder if it's worth it...
If I deserve this at all...
Do I...really matter anymore?
I feel betrayed...
A Writer's Commandments1. Thou shalt remember thy purpose of writing. Never forget why thou wanted to beest a writer.A Writer's Commandments2 years ago in Letters More Like This
2. Thou shalt not plagiarize another writer's work. It's disgusting.
3. Thou shalt remember thou art human. Humans maketh mistakes.
4. When thou shalt face rejection or failure, ALWAYS rise up again. Persistence is the force that helps us climbeth the pillars to success.
5. Thou shalt devoteth thyself to thou's craft wholeheartedly. How serious art thou about thy writing, HMMM???
6. Respect thy fellow writers, for their acknowledgement is thy true validation.
7. Thou shalt not deny one's creativity or be ashamed of thy quirkiness. Thou may seem insane, but all geniuses seem so.
8. Thou shalt strive to BLOW MINDS and KICK ASS!
9. When thou hath reached thy definition of success, (I.e become published, acknowledged by all) thou shalt dance like a spaz and feel like a rock star.
10. CHANGE THE WORLD THINE OWN WAY.
My Supreme Commander : Unity is Magic ch2Everypony gasped.My Supreme Commander : Unity is Magic ch23 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Spitty, is that another joke to pull over all the fun we prepared for??!" Rainbow Dash asked with an unpleasant look on her face.
"I swear it's not a joke! The president has been assasinated while he was nagotiating with the earth ponies president, General Stanley." Spitfire asnwered. "I knew that guy was up to no good. Killing his own subjects won't stop him from killing other ponies as well."
"Even high command won't be able to make any decisions without a proper leadership, and by that, I mean a president." said General Greer as he stood up from his place walking towards the stage before stepping over it.
"How about we go into Marescow and send Stanley to his grave already?" Soarin suggested angrily, making Rainbow shiver a little fearfully. "I hated that guy eversince I heard of him from my earth pony friends."
"You plan to take the suicidal course, commander Soarin? I wouldn't stop you if I were the commander in chief. However, some won't allow you to do that."
Things I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons1) No using the flaming battle axe as an emergency skilletThings I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2) No dual-wielding two-handed weapons, even if I figure out how to within the rules.
3) Hengeyokai are not for making catgirls and bunny girls.
-a. And I am not allowed to fill a mansion with either or both.
4) Not allowed to use Warforged as cannon fodder with the justification "We can rebuild him!"
5) Just because I can, doesn't mean I should take Arcane Admixture so many times that Magic Missile deals nearly every damage type possible
6) My Warlock can have an Infernal Pact. He cannot be Legion and speak in the third person collective.
-a. Nor can the Warforged.
7) My Warlock will not describe his pact as having made a demon/devil/evil star/fairy/vestige his bitch.
8) If we encounter a female fox hengeyokai with a high charisma, I will refer to her by name and not constantly call her the foxy lady.
9) Zeppelins do not exist in Forgotten Realms. I am not allowed to build one from canvas and fire elementals.
-a. And if I did,
Bones"There are good days and there are bad days," you would say to me as you would try and explain away why the whiskey bottle was empty again this morning, why you smelled like her and why you thought it was best to let me know what you had done. At least that way, you were absolved of the gift of lying; the one your bones were too light to lift and just couldn't take, by bestowing me with betrayal.Bones3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My mother would bring me an encouraging cup of tea in a giant pink mug instead of a cup and explain, "There are good days and there are bad days." Her eyes were always full of positive energy and strength and good will. I look back to those days and try and gain the strength she had in her bones from her words. I always fail.
They told me I had a disease within my bones. It started from the bottom of my knee and was moving upwards. Because that is what bones did. They broke from the inside out. "There will be good days and bad days," they warned me. I knew at that very point that it was going
You, my FaithEvery day is trying,You, my Faith3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone always dying,
But I found faith to live,
Something to just give.
My chain broken,
My heart spoken,
The truth to see,
This is the real me.
You helped me through it all,
You, dark, handsome and tall,
You, my faith in me,
You, my baby.
And thank you,
For being true,
Unless I die,
I'll never say goodbye.
Monster: Prolouge--WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF GRAPHIC VIOLENCE UNSUITABLE FOR YOUNGER READERS. IF NEED BE, THEEEVEEWARRIOR WILL TURN ON THE MATURE FILTER. STILL, IF YOU ARE EASILY SCARED OR HAVE A FEAR OF BLOOD AND GORE, THEN TURN AWAY NOW. BY READING FURTHER, YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THEEEVEEWARRIOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY TRAUMA OR LOSS OF SANITY THAT MAY RESULT--Monster: Prolouge2 years ago in Drama More Like This
--YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED--
What makes a monster? Is it the form? The appearance of such a beast? Is it the power that makes a monster, raw and untamed? Or is it the actions, the terrible things that such a creature could do?
No, a true monster is the one that nobody sees, the one that everyone supports and befriends until the moment it turns on them. Monsters are not born; they are made, crafted by their own experiences, their own mistakes. But the true monsters are the ones that don't even realize it, that are willing to ignore their nature at the cost of everyone
A sweet goodbyeWell my dear its been a good show,A sweet goodbye1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i guess it's time i let you go.
I tried to get you to see,
but you were too oblivious to realize it was me.
I just wanted to hold you tight,
to be the one who makes you feel alright.
I was a fool to think i could be,
anything close to what you are to me.
Silly little me too blind to see,
that i could never mean to you what you mean to me.
You may be a fool but i love you all the same,
but i think its time to end this game.
So now its time for me to go,
but i thought i should let you know.
I still want you to see,
you will always be special to me.
RA: Part of a Chain (Chapter 1/4)RA: Part of a Chain (Chapter 1/4)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: C. Snippy/Sniper & A. Gromov/Engineer & C. Hatchenson/Pilot
"We're all part of a chain. But sometimes, one part goes missing and a replacement is needed."
Chapter 1: Assault
In search of answers on the mysteries of Captain, Snippy warily snuck through the city, his target within sight. It was one of those days when Captain would decide to go on a long walk alone, then suddenly disappear and not return again until late in the evening. Nobody ever found out what he did or where he went. But this time, Snippy was following him imperceptibly.
Asking never revealed the answers to his questions, for Captain would feign ignorance and simply change the topic to pull his head out of the loop. So now Snippy was on a... discovery mission (which totally didn't count as stalking), close enough to keep the leader in vision and just distant enough to avoid being seen.
At the end of the street, the man in the gray wool
Steampunk Character One: Karliah NexSteampunk AssassinSteampunk Character One: Karliah Nex2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1) Name: Karliah
2) Gender: Female
3) Class: Assassin, and Witch
4) Age: 18 (young for an elite assassin)
5) Race: Unknown (I don’t know what to call them)
6) Sexuality: Straight
7) Relationship Status: Single
8) Skin: Pale White
9) Markings: Yes, magical markings
10) Accent: Latin (it’s very calming and mellow)
11) Occupation: Assassin, Healer, and a Mage
12) Hair and color: Black and shoulder length hair with a small ponytail.
13) Eyes: Glowing white ( her eyes are like the quarians in Mass Effect)
14) Skills: Master of magic and Stealth. And Expert on marksman, melee, and hand to hand skills.
15) Family: She doesn’t know them they abandoned her when she was just a baby.
16) Likes: Tea, Reading a book, Quiet places, Horned me; and training.
17) Dislikes: Loud noises, failing at job, people bug her when she reading.
• She was abandoned by her parents when she was just a baby.
• Karliah knows many spells from an old master
CountryxReader Summer Camp (Series) INTROA long, displeased sigh escaped your lips as you took a seat in one of the empty wooden chairs. It was the beginning of your two weeks at Camp Hetalia. You never liked going to summer camp, it always made you so insecure and unpleasant about yourself. All the skinny and bubbly teenage girls flaunting themselves around in their short-shorts and tank tops, the teenage boys showing their muscled chest and being a perv to everyone girl they meet.CountryxReader Summer Camp (Series) INTRO2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was hell.
You tried to think happy thoughts, it was only two weeks, right? It'll be over in no time.
Your thoughts were certainly interrupted by the head counselor, Alfred.
"Welcome back dudes and dudettes to another Summer of Camp Hetalia!" His statement was followed by cheers of the girls and the boys. You just gave a roll of your (e/c) eyes. Idiots.
"I know you're familiar with the rules, so I'm sure I don't have to go over them, yeah? Good. Alright now, let's get into our groups, shall we?" Counselor Alfred said and pulled out
Fire GirlFire Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be fire-dressed
Darkness at my feet
I'll be in the dark
But not of it
I'll beat it down
Force it to bow
And swallow it whole
Because if I ever gave in
It would swallow me
LegacyI have breathed my last breath. My heart no longer beats in my chest. I am no longer alive... yet, I still live.Legacy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My words continue to heard, though I not longer speak. My thoughts still thought, though I no longer think. I gone, but I am still here. I am only one, yet I am many.
I am a legacy and I will live forever.
MonsterMonster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding under beds,
peeking through windows.
Chasing after young ones
never sleeping, ever going.
Never more than a step away
hot breath mingling in the air.
and razor sharp teeth,
children wake at night
just to feel the
tug, tug, tug,
at the sheets.
Then the scratch
of claws against flesh.
Muffled screams go unnoticed and unanswered
as the dirty claws dig into skin.
One hand over the mouth of the innocent
and the other going to places it never should.
Then the monster leaves
and behind is a broken soul.
And no one ever knows
the trauma that the monster left behind.
AgoraphobiaI'm locked inside my head, unable to think outside the bars.Agoraphobia6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Let me out, dammit! I want to be free. I want to be something different than what I am in here. This place makes me crazy. Let me out!
It's like there's something keeping me from my own front door. It looms before me, daring me to come even one step closer.
My skin is so pale. It misses the soft sweet kiss of the sun. It longs for the feeling of a natural breeze; it's sick of the cheap house-fan imitation. The windows tease me with glimpses of what I'm missing--the beautiful flowers, the lush grass.
How I miss the feel of soft green grass between my toes.
But the latch still hisses at me when I reach out to it, like a poisonous snake, waiting for me to come within range.
These walls are my protection, and my cage. They keep everything out. And they keep me in.
There is so much to keep out, it's a wonder to me that my simple house can do it. All the hate, all the temptation, all the vicious microsc
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."Attention Seeker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
NecromancyI wanted to see what makes a human heartNecromancy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I took a scimitar and ripped apart your decrepit
and inside that primordial ribcage I found nothing but
And you merely gave a cruel parody of a
dug your bloodstained claws into your
and tore out that infestation you called a
"Analyze that well, my little necromancer," you
fangs dripping with the acid I once begged to
"Perhaps you'll be as wise as me once you find the
I could only watch as you sunk back down into
clutching that contaminated Philosopher's Stone
knowing you had replaced my heart with the poison known as
'l o v e.'
Chamber of Secrets Ch. 3I ran to the base of the west tower, looking for the people in Ravenclaw. I saw a boy, Stevie Ash I think he was called, and ran over to him, grabbing his shoulder. He whirled round and immediately covered his face. "Don't hit me!" he cried. I rolled my eyes and hit him across the head.Chamber of Secrets Ch. 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"That's for thinking I would hit you." I snarled, not loosening my grip. "Anyway," I continued as he whimpered "I need you to find Chantelle Burbage and tell her to meet me in the second floor corridor." He nodded and I let go of his robes. He better do as I told him or his toast, I though. I started walking back to the second floor and I saw two red-heads walking by, arm in arm. Arthur Weasley and Molly Prewett, I think they were called, both in Gryffindor, and prime targets for hair taunts. But I let them be, I had to get to the second floor to meet Chantelle.
I got there before Chantelle and wa
SurvivorOn your left cheek bone, you had a long, dark scarSurvivor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you've earned when you fought their brutal war
And five broken bones in your slender hands
That you've cracked in a fight of a few damned lands
You deny but I've seen the light limp in your knee
Twisted in a ship at the heart of the sea
You pretend it was fine just to hide your pain
But I see your tears through the thickest rain
And in silent nights I can feel your cries
Just beneath my skin. They uncover your lies
The lies that you've told of how you're doing alright
Though the soldier in you is in constant fight
In silent nights, behind your shut door
You still see your friend, as he bleeds on the floor
You still hear the bullet that pierced your knee
And the scream of a boy who tried to flee
And the smoke and the rain and the inch deep mud
And the deaths and the pains and the fresh red blood
And you know that beneath all your skin deep scars
It won't be the same. You forgot who you are