The Judgment of GanondorfPrologue: The Judgment of GanondorfThe Judgment of Ganondorf6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Majora watched in silence from her tree branch as the three sisters sat around a quiet pool observing the mortal world. She felt envy stir in her heart at their camaraderie. Every laugh and hug exchanged between them was another thorn in her side. Din, Nayru, and Farore had sprung into being at the exact same moment, and had been inseparable since then. Majora had been born alone from the death of an old god whose name no one could remember anymore.
She was a goddess of dark things: greed, envy, pride, bloodlust, and above all chaos. And because of this, Majora had no followers. No one laid flowers at altars dedicated to her. No one burned incense to honor her. No one prayed to her to bring them safely home. The names of the three sisters were revered and written in stone all over Hyrule, the land they had created. This was simply one more thing that separated Majora from her fellow goddesses. She could not create. She could change somethi
Ispirare LimerickIspirareIspirare Limerick4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sinnocently of Chicago
This groups mighty creator
From the windy city
No group is greater
Relinquishing the rights
She has to digress
After work at nights
She has to de-stress
Wants to cut her hair
And someday be a mother
Waiting for a proposal
From her significant other
PomPrint's in Scotland
Mending his plaid kilts
They're all torn and tattered
From wearing his stilts
Don't know what's under there
But when nature calls
You better be careful
Of your dangling belt
Sometimes he's ired
He likes little dogs
But they get so darned tired
From retrieving his logs
Walk past his window
Look through his door
and you will probably catch him
Playing Wild Boar
Dallas is the home
Of our boy ShippD
Not quite a gnome
But still pretty shifty
He knows what he wants
He knows what he likes
Instead of dating the girls
He's home playing with trikes
On his computer - 3D
He' trying to render
A new gas tank
Or a new front fender
PseudoSiren the artist
The female unknown
Who follows the
The RavensRavens in skyThe Ravens3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Priests beneath it
And I - between them
In a pale shirt fitted.
I lie in vastness
So fair, so light now
And the sun is much older;
The wind is much younger.
They sang me off in the temple so hazy,
A Bride I was; a beauteous lady,
My spirit before me was standing and singing,
But people stood blindly;
At body kept blinking.
The fate and the prayer switched places so strangely;
My beloved one was silent, 'neath candlelight standing,
The waves of light had barely lit him.
I forgave him all. I have always forgiven.
The Spring had shivered from mourning of bells,
Three shimmering drops fell on ikon's bleak face
which peacefully rested 'neath blighted pale hands;
It was being kissed now with a tongue of red flames.
The candlelight died and the thurible waved,
The earth moaning sadly soon turned into grave,
I left for the skies, after wind I had run,
At freedom I flew; a white bird I've become...
Ackeroth: Siege of KalenAckerothAckeroth: Siege of Kalen4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Siege Of Kalen
Before The Siege
The Town Of Kalen, protected by its thick stone walls, is as busy at is would be any other day, the inhabitants doing their daily work as usual.
Some choose to train in the practice grounds, trying to get jobs as town guards.
Alone stand two people in the center of the town, by a large fountain, which is designed to be a place of relaxation in the hectic days of Kalen.
One of the two stands facing the fountain, looking into it`s clear water at his own reflection, sighing at the quite.
He turns to face the other figure, as they touch his hand.
It`s a woman, who is obviously close to the other, with worried look on her face.
"Tyson, don`t go... They don`t need you to fight!" The woman says, concerned, but calm.
"I have to go. If I don't, Kalen will get attacked..." Tyson says, gently grasping the girls hands.
"Okay, Tsuki? Me and the Militia will be fine. Tr
My AngelMy Angel12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment I knew I love you
I knew you were heaven sent
I dreamed of you my angel
Before we ever met
Soon after the start
true love with you
i'd found in my heart
you're sweet and kind
and my love for you
will last a lifetime
I dream of your smile
and it takes my breath away
i want you
I need you
more than i could ever say
All my prayers were answered
when into my life you came to me
now I love you so much
and now your my everything
When I look at the moon
and see all of its grace
your still more beautiful to me
and you always put a smile on my face
Together we are
your always here with me
i'd travel no matter how far
your the one i love
and the only one for me
Photo Booth - BayoDante"Heh." Something caught the corner of his eye that he halted to a complete stop. "Well, what do you know? Interesting."Photo Booth - BayoDante5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What is it?" Bayonetta turned around, curious on what caught his interest. She was twirling a halo around her finger.
"Photo booth," he declared proudly, placing a hand on the self-operated device. "Ever seen any from where you came from?" The questionable look on her face suggested confusion and unfamiliarity.
Bayonetta rolled her eyes. "Of course I have, Vigrid has them," she crossed her impatiently. "Do we have time for this?"
"What's the matter? You control time and space," he stated and before she could object about her powers not having the capabilities to do that. "We got time to kill."
"Alright," she gave in, flicking a hair ribbon over her shoulder. "You got five minutes. Take your picture and we'll have to get going." Her back was turned on him, shaking her head.
"Oh no, babe," he chuckled, expecting that she would say that. "I didn't plan on taking picture
When The Ink Runs OutJust writeWhen The Ink Runs Out5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Get the spidery letters down on the page
They'll make people happy
They'll make people smile
In the precious way no works can make me feel
Just keep the pen moving
The day will improve from there
For no matter how much it hurts
For no matter how much blood decorates the page
The words have a meaning
Even if only to the ones who read them
Just make the words flow
Put letters on every line
There's a purpose for every word
A hidden definition behind them all
So long as the author never releases her pen
Everything else will fall into place
Engrave it all upon the page
So even when the ink runs out
Skip over capricious pencil lead
These words are too important to be erased
And write with your own blood
The dark, ominous color makes every word vital
It conveys every message
With deadly urgency
Words come from our hearts and minds
The pen shares them with the world
Write with your blood so you never forget
Cling to every dear work
And write until the dark of night consumes the page
Down With SOPASOPA you better watch outDown With SOPA4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You better be afraid
Your time is up
Your not taking another step
There's a blockage
Keeping ya from getting through
Better step back now
Before you get hurt
Its the whole world
Against the likes of you
Ready to take you down
To keep you from passing
The world's against you
People have united
To fight the likes of you
Who threaten our lives
You can't control us
Don't take our rights
Steal our creative souls
Don't take our freedom
You sparked a war
You can't win
For you lost
Before you begun to play
SOPA and PIPA
Your numbers up
Its time to fear the people
For were a force to reckon with
Down with SOPA
Lets beat it to a pulp
Beat the stuffing out it
Burn it up in an inferno
You've gone too far
To threaten what we cherish most
Trying to ruin our internet world
With your wickedness
You better say your prayers
Because its bedtime for you
And your partner in crime
But you'll be sleeping for eternity
This isn't no dream
Its your worst nightmare
Because its more real
Arachnid LoveTraveling over sticks and stonesArachnid Love4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A wayward lover is coming home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound
Never to emerge again
A spider entered his lady's den
Thoraces were hanging everywhere
Her abdomen loomed--white and bare
Afraid, he took the thread to seek, and
Nature told him what to speak
Awed eyes sparkled in recognition, and she
Embraced him in a quick decision
Languid love followed repetition
Evening came and the moon looked down
At arachnid lovers together bound
Glared at he who lay so still
Leered at she who made the kill...But his dead
Eyes stared back, happy and filled
Traveling over sticks and stones
The wayward lover has come on home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound...of arachnid love.
The BlacksmithOnce upon a time, there was a blacksmith who was brave and strong. All the people in the kingdom respected him, and whenever they needed help, he was the first person they would call.The Blacksmith4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, a dragon came and made a swift and terrible attack on the castle. It killed many people and destroyed many of the king's priceless things. The blacksmith came to help, and saved many people, but was injured in the process. The people praised the blacksmith and called him a hero, but with his injuries, he could no longer work. He appealed to the king for help and the king said, "Yes, but not now. That dragon is a menace. I must have him!" So, the king dispatched his brave knights far and wide in search of the dragon. They encountered many hardships, and many returned on their shields, but they could not find the dragon. The king, not wanting to loose face, told the knights to stay abroad a
Chapter 9: Sub-zeroChapter 9: Sub-zero3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sounds of quick footsteps battering against stone and wooden floors was the ruckus of the Seireitei, Kibo Kyuryu dodging out of the way of Soul Reapers who were beginning to form a group, Kibo had no idea who the majority of the men were, only when he overheard they were the active party to be departing to Hueco Mundo did Kibo slowly begin to step closer to the group, pulling back his hair, Kibo took a pin and began to weave in and out through his long hair, pinning it back;
(Kuro’s tough enough to be back on his feet, I need to be… I need to see Blaze) Kibo thought through his head before a hand placed onto his shoulder, judging by the size of pressure spread over his whole shoulder the man must have been a giant. “Kyuryu, you’re not thinking of going are you?” Tsuyoi asked as he spun his superior around to face him. Tsuyoi Kyobo, the hand to hand Hakuda fighter of Squad 14, 5th seated. Tsuyoi now bald yet tribal markings tattooed up his head to fo
Tyrannical FlameTyrannical Flame4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Burning sky ablaze with the heat of passion
Lust and currency fuels actions
Sweating for gain, gasping like asthma
Split atoms asunder like the diabolical blunder,
Masters of evil.
Masking atrocities from the irises of the people
Its an upheaval.
Poisoned and lethal
We know it,
But our conscious is clear if they don't show it
Hearts are frozen
All the while, while the sky line remains ablaze.
me..eyes drained of life..lips losing their color..this is me..me..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hands and body getting thinner..this is my choice..
i enter the shadows all alone..the dark cold hand grabs..
it takes me and tell me the truth..im alone..
i look at myself..such a sad soul..
my black hair..my black nails..
my numbmness in my mouth..
the pain in my chest..
the less beating in my heart..
i try speaking...
but the only thing that speaks is my tears..
my eyes red..my eyes a light caramel color..
when u look at my lips their red..
when u touch me with even the lightest..
i feel no love..just cold...
i can see my veins now..my heart..
it only yearns for the sweet fire..
everyone hurts me..
i know i've made a mistake..
i know im a worthless soul..
my hands shake..my heart aches..
i can just taste sweet death..
my time will be soon..
...sooner then u think..
..this is it..
...show me my death
Mama's EyesShe said to her daughter,Mama's Eyes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And her little girl
No longer little
Looked up in her mama's eyes,
And Mama thought nothing of it,
Till her little girl
No longer little
Never looked up in her mama's eyes
galaxy - gone hidingfrom years gone by - from back yard now murkygalaxy - gone hiding1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
our nighttime splendor - our Milky Way glory
soured by heavyweight light and pollution
seems weighed its anchor and went its own Way
with it the dreams of children past sunset
gone with the seasonal winding unwinding
soul searching for answers for clearer and cleaner
here we're getting warmer as oceans go deeper
the piper lacks payment - the world is near bankrupt
at fault is our greed - see? - the stars are near gone
llp - dA - jun2014
This Passes As PoetrySometimes I feel,This Passes As Poetry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A particular feeling.
It fills me with feely feels,
And that makes me want to die.
Or maybe cry, or sigh,
Or maybe I'll just lie.
And pass this off as actual poetry...
The Dark AttackOne night, Saphire flew through the forest as fast as she could, she was flying away from something, but what? A strange, dark feeling went through Saphires body every few seconds, something bad was happening. Then one of her wings slammed into a tree and she went out of balance, she fell to the ground with a loud thump. Saphire got up, but felt woozy, she tried to stay focused, but she couldnt see straight. Suddenly pain started racing throughout her body, she couldnt fight the darkness that was taking over her. Then, in a blink of an eye, Saphire transformed into Obsidian!!The Dark Attack6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Heh heh finally, Im free once again .time to have some fun heh Obsidian said as she flew out of the forest and towards the Earth Temple. Crystal and the Elders were discussing how to foil Malefors plot until Crystal sensed darkness approaching. Seems we have some company She whispered to herself. Obsidian landed in front of the Temple
Shifter!PrussiaxReader (1)Shifter!PrussiaxReader (1)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Those are the only words that are being processed into my mind right now as everything around me was a giant canvas of swirling and blurred colors that would've been a beautiful painting, if it wasn't for the fact /why/ it was like that. My shaking, (s/c) hands were outstretched before me in an attempt to slap away all of the branches and foliage that managed to get in my path as I ran. My legs felt as if they were on fire with all of the adrenaline and blood that was pumping through them, but none of that mattered to me anymore. The intense heat and pain from my legs only encouraged me to move even faster than I was moments ago.
Encouraged me to escape death itself.
A loud crackling noise was heard not to far behind me and a blinding, blue light struck the tree only a few feet away from my head. The blast made me recoil instinctively and it felt as if a root came out of the ground and grabbed my ankle, pulling me down. My mouth opened to scream but no noise
Support PlayfurryIf you are quite fond of anthropomorphic animals and mythological or imaginary creatures that possess human capabilities, and you have a great sum of a few Ulysses S. Grants, then you should turn to none other than the qualified Playfurry for both.Support Playfurry3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Alan Campos, A.K.A. Playfurry, is a born to be artist of Furries: animals with human resemblance, and I'm glad to have him as a friend. He isn't at all like the typical artist of furry that makes tons of sonic fan art, simple portraits of existing furries, or even make nothing but smut out of his work. Alan Campos is beyond that, and he certainly has a lot to show for it with his unique style of artwork.
"What makes his artwork so unique?" you ask me? Like any good artist out there, Alan's style of artwork is unique because it's his own, and no one could ever do it like he can. The thing about Alan's style, is that he can take any non-existing anthropoid and turn it into something with length and depth. Lucario, Mew, Mew II, Bagi, Fiskerton,
Lay Me DownLay Me Down3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lay me down
On a bed of thorns,
That I might suffer
For my sins.
Bring my enemies,
One by one,
So they might see
That no one wins.
Take from me
This heavy burden,
All the guilt
And all the pain.
Raise me up
And dry my tears;
Can stop the rain.
Lay me down
On a bed of roses,
Free my soul,
Make it clean.
You're the one
That I believe in;
You're the one
That I have seen.