Demo's DayThe alarm bell clamored throughout the entire BLU base. It wasn't a RED Spy like the last time (we all know how well THAT went), but a caravan of three RED Scouts were running in, hooting and hollering. They thought they were hot shit, confident that their trio could swarm around anything that tried to stand in their way.Demo's Day5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And they might have been right: any living thing that blocked them was greeted by a swift death via a flurry of bats. Unfortunately for them, our Engi's fully upgraded Sentry isn't phased by aluminum sport equipment.
I sit in the corner, back against a wall (someone's gotta show the team proper Spy prevention protocol), and wait for the little bunnies to hop right into our Sentry's killing zone.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go! Woohoohoo!" shouts one of them as he comes in from around a corner. The Sentry lets out a shrill chirp as it spots him, then proceeds to turn him into Scout-flavored swiss cheese.
His two living fellow Scouts become aware of the mechanized threat
DeadlineDeadlines. Oh, how Langston Parker hated deadlines. They always seemed to crawl toward him at first, picking their way leisurely through weeks of plotting and typing and revising and retyping; but then they suddenly screamed, "BOO!" and leaped out from behind his computer monitor to torment him through the final weeks leading up to publication. His editors loved setting them. He was all too adept at breaking them.Deadline8 years ago in Horror More Like This
He leaned forward in his computer chair, squinting at the screen through eyes clouded from lack of sleep. Four empty mugs stood at easy reach around him, resting on stacks of discarded manuscript. Stacks that were growing taller with every passing hour when they should have been shrinking – the Day of Reckoning was a mere seventy-two hours away, and he still had fourteen chapters to write.
The bags under his eyes twitched, as though encouraging the lids above them to close. Parker blinked them into submission and rested his fingers on the keyboard once more. They spit out a s
Punk!England x Reader: Come On EileenYou were peacefully reading a book in the living room when you suddenly heard music coming from the 'music room' that Arthur made when he needed to practice. Arthur was your british boyfriend who, despite claiming he was a gentleman, tended to act like a punk rocker from time to time. Like right now, where he was probably practicing a song for a concert he was going to do with his friends tomorrow, except today they had a meeting for a band practice you assumed. As the music from the disk he was using, surrounded the entire place, you decided to go check on your boyfriend. Usually during these times, he would already be in his punk outfit, that you loved to see him in.Punk!England x Reader: Come On Eileen3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As you entered the room, and casually sat on one of the sofas present, you felt a little bit awkward since you were wearing a formal red dress. The only reason you were wearing such formal clothes was because when Arthur was going to leave for the band meeting, you were going to head out to attend a meeting as well. Your
ACC: Tails x CosmoMiles 'Tails' Prower sat in a rather large red comfy arm chair, staring into the newspaper he got for today. With his appearance having changed, it wasn't hard to see that he was now a family man, of three children and married to the most beautiful woman of the entire world and even in Outer Space.ACC: Tails x Cosmo3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And that woman happened to be his lovely wife, Cosmo.
"Daddy, what are you reading?"
The fox's ears perked up as he glanced over the top of his papers at curious little 8 year old Mint, who looked at him with wide blue eyes that twinkled and green fox-like ears with pink flowers that twitched once or twice. He smiled softly, "I'm afraid someone like you couldn't read all of this."
"But I can read, Daddy!" Mint protested, "And I can do math too."
Tails chuckled at the cute thought, "Oh sweetie, if you could do math, then you'd have to know what 6192 times 36 divided by 15 is," he went back to his paper. The young Seedrian bobbed her head in thought at the trick question, bouncing her orange-t
How to be a Great ArtistHow to be a Great Artist4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
...And when I say that, I'm not talking about me. lol I know that I have a lot more to improve. x3
This is a simple tutorial, who is also a friendly tip... :3
Some people often say that they would like to draw like me... But Lemme told you guys a thing... Don't try to draw like me... Try to draw, BETTER THAN me! <3
- Step #1: SET YOUR GOAL!
My improvement come from that way to think...
I used to think about Bernal's art....
"Someday, I'll be more awesome than this guy! >:3"
Of course that's not my desire to bypass no one... This is more like a "manthra"... Believe me, You'll work A LOT better if you have a goal. I call this system as "Master and pupil". I called this way to always remember me that I'm just a student, a pupil, who need to learn everyday if I prettend to someday be as great as my master.
Bernal used to be my "master". (Even if he didn't know it.) I tried to learn his style. His anatomy, coloring, and shading. I tried to apply his techniques at my style, that's a reall
TG - The Art of FuThe Art of Fu: A Legend BeginsTG - The Art of Fu5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've been lucky for a while.
As a little kid, I wanted to get picked for something in class and the teacher just happened to pick me. I got the winning run in a little league game because the other team committed seventeen errors in a single play. A prize machine once paid out all its tickets to me.
It didn't happen with everything. And sometimes, on the things I wanted the most, it never seemed to work. But when I was really focused and relaxed, it was like things bended my way. It got really weird when I wanted a personal fridge in my bedroom and it just appeared one day. So far as my mom was concerned, I'd had it for years.
I thought of my friend with black hair instead of blond hair (like he always wanted) and he came to school with it one day. I always happened upon the biggest secrets in Zelda, I never died in any of the bullet hell shooters I loved, and I always won in matches verses friends.
I was humble about it with all the dirty looks I
Karkat X ReaderYou sit in your house, sitting upside down on your bed, your lower half still on the bed. Your hair is spread around your head on the floor, and and you are staring into space with half lidded eyelids. You're just staring into the dark colors of your walls when a slam came from the floor below you. You let out a small shriek and jolt up, causing yourself to tumble over your bed.Karkat X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sit up and groan, and then shuffled under your bed. You find your sword and creep down the stairs. You lower your sword, confused, and walk into the kitchen. You spot the black hair and nubby horns from the door and roll your eyes. Karkat, your best friend, was just sitting there. You run your fingers through your unruly hair, which had knotted up and twisted while you had been in your room.
You stomp up to Karkat, and take the sandwich from his hands. "Hey!" he turned around, glaring at you. "Give it back, fuckass!" You lean over, putting your face close to his. "Ever heard of knocking, Kitkat?" You ask, v
Flowing WaterFlowing WaterFlowing Water6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I first found the lake by accident. It was spring. Id just bought a new hiking outfit and had been hiking in the hills near town for several hours. I was just about to start back for home when I saw a clearing. The grass was tall and the trees were close. I sat down beside a still, deep lake and filled my water canteen.
Then, I bent over the water and splashed my face a little. I was surprised by how warm it felt on my skin. I dried my face with a rough rag in my pocket. As it rubbed my face, the roughness slowly changed to smoothness.
I shouldve felt the rag brushing against my three-day growth of facial hair. I held it and looked at it. It wasnt my rough rag anymore. It shined off the afternoon sun with bright sparkles. It looked like satin.
Turning it around in my hands revealed that my hands had changed as well. My first reaction was to jerk and shake, to cast off these strange hands like a pair of gloves. They remained there with their long, pearl-l
Halo: Mass Effect CH 20UNSC Date: October 2553Halo: Mass Effect CH 203 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Commander Shepard got inside the mako with John, Garrus, and Wrex. The mako dropped onto the surface, and Cortana highlighted the three bases on the map. The mako rolled to a stop from its landing, and then Shepard pressed the accelerator pedal. The mako bounced across the terrain until they reached the first base, which was to the north of their landing zone. Two turrets started firing on them, but Shepard swerved to the side before the missiles reached them. The missiles slammed into the spot they were just in a second ago.
"Garrus, get out and use overload! Chief, man the turret!" Shepard barked
Garrus rolled out of the mako and started shooting at the turrets. He activated his omnitool and overloaded one of the turrets. The turret sputtered, but it wasn't dead. The shields were depleted however, which left it vulnerable to the mako's turret. John fired a few shots while Shepard drove around the base. The first shot hit the base of the turret. The second shot
The Game of DeathJust as life for an electronic is hard work, death, too, is a challenge some people don't see coming.The Game of Death5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tapping away at a small handheld computer, Motoko sighed. Time for another job sent by her employers. Well, the term employers used in the broadest possible form. Motoko tucked the small computer away and stood up. She glanced at her surroundings. Mist enveloped the scenery, turning everything a murky gray tone. If one found them self in an area such as this, they wouldn't even know which was was up, down, left or right. Regardless, Motoko began walking, seeming to know her exact destination.
The fog parted after a distance and Motoko emerged by a small house. Taking out the computer she checked the address sent to her. It matched up. Someone in that house was an inch from death. Literally.
Motoko walked up to the house and turned the handle on the door. The door had previously been locked but the catch snapped open to Motokos touch. She entered the house, not countin
A Goddess Of WaspsA Goddess Of Wasps4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She lays in the deepest part of the Pennsylvania forest, an area known by some as "God's country".
Her once deep, green eyes now see nothing, the rotted empty sockets given an insect facetted gaze.
"They"found her and made her their domain, refilling her slowly over the years with the life I had taken,
feeding on what she offered as her corpse lay rotting amidst the dank soil and moss. A tree has overgrown her
fleshless cage. No longer is there heart imprisoned within, lungs made convict. Maggots and worms set
them free long ago when she was lordess of corpse flies, but like so many others, they left her, taking what
they would, and leaving her nothing. She lay unmoved, unfeeling, unloved, unwanted. I cried for her then,
laying my head upon what had once been her ample breast, breathing in what had once been her sweet
perfume that still lingered in my memory if not on her soft, white skin.
She sleeps silently, saying nothing of what others have done to bring her pain, forgiving all tre
DeadpoolA Teen Titan Humor Fan FictionDeadpool9 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Teen Titans in…
Apartment, New York City
A rather…ugly man dressed only in boxers and a t-shirt sat in his arm chair, flipping through channels on TV. Sports…no. Cartoons. Delightfully violent, but not what he was looking for right now. Porn. Maybe if it wasn't scrambled. Suddenly the phone rang. He sighed and picked it up.
Wade put the phone down and walked away.
???: Hello? …
He came back with a red and black mask on his face.
Deadpool: This is Deadpool.
???: Ah, good. I have a job for you.
Deadpool: Who do you want whacked?
???: Just a few children I need taken care of.
Deadpool stood up.
Deadpool: Hey, pal I don't do kids. Not my thing.
???: You'll be paid for handsomely.
Deadpool: …no, no….turning over a new leaf and all…
The man on the other line spoke gave an offer. Deadpool made various noises of disbelief.
:: CUE THEME ::
Deadpool: Lucy, I'm home! Nice place, very roomy. Wouldn't have go
The dangers of InternetOk, I had to write this cause I was asked by a friend of mine to go talk to some kids about the dangers of internet; not really being sure as to what would be the best approach for a bunch of sixteen year old brats, I'm making a kind of scrap so I can get some opinions/corrections.The dangers of Internet4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
First off, I'd like to point out that, even though it might seem safe since everything takes place on your monitor screen from where no harm can be done, you are in fact not as safe as you think, specially if you don't follow a simple set of basic rules.
-For starters, always use the site's language; if they have most things in English, use English; if it's French, use French; if it's Spanish, use Spanish. This might seem trivial, but when you're in a site where most speak English, and you go about in French, it painfully narrows down your location.
-Don't give out specific events from your real life. Saying you're depressed or happy or grounded is something allowed, but commenting on the Football game you j
Complaints - Part 1ComplaintsComplaints - Part 16 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Dee Wright sighed as he finished tidying the desk. Hed finished with dusting, mopping, organizing, and not a single customer had come in for some time. He cracked his neck gently and settled into his chair. The industrial fan in the corner oscillated a few times. He rapped his fingers on the wood of the table. Just three hours left in his shift.
Despite the occasional boredom, he enjoyed working in the back. It was like his own little world. It was much better than being out there somewhere in the rest of store. He liked the owner but he knew she definitely had some quirks. Like the fact she opened a store which sold gender-bending products.
It was a dangerous place if one wished to remain the same gender. Despite those pitfalls, Dee had managed, in sixteen months, never to be affected by a single one of the store products. A record he held alone among the staff. Most employees were turned within a month at most.
The air from the fan brushed at his cap with the store l
Similarities Between OCs..I've been hearing about this a lot recently.Similarities Between OCs..5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The situations are different, yet similar. Someone creates an honest, original character. They're really proud of it. But then someone else comes out of the blue and points a scolding finger at them, claiming they've copied their character, or someone else's, because of slight similarities.
I'm about to address both parties here, so all of you had better read this. And to those that are about to say 'TL;DR', I'm going to be very blunt: you will never amount to anything in life if you're too lazy to read anything more than a paragraph long.
I've been on both sides- I've had original characters accused of being 'copies' and I've felt that someone else was copying my characters. Don't scoff at me and tell me that I've got no idea what's going on- yes, I do. And this is for you- both the person on the accusing and accused sides.
I've worked at Universal Studios, which is a massive themepark. I saw thousands of people a day, almost every day of t
Physics and FirearmsPhysics and Firearms10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Physics Concepts and Theories of Shooting Firearms
When shooting firearms there are an infinite amount of variables, theories, and concepts that affect the way the bullet performs. For this project I am using a 50 Grain Solid Base Ballistic Tip (yellow) .270 Caliber (.277") bullet shot from a Winchester rifle with a Shiten barrel that is 24" in length, with 52 grains of H 4350 gun powder.
Of the many theories and concepts the one that is the most used is Ballistic Coefficient. While it is the most used, it is also the most confusing. Ballistic Coefficient can be described as
C = Drag Deceleration of Standard Bullet / Drag Deceleration of Actual Bullet,
and can be mathematically described as
C = M / id^2,
where M = mass, i = form factor, and d = diameter of the bullet. In easier to understand terms, Ballistic Coefficient is a relative term applied to bullets illustrating velocity loss due to friction for a given bullet specification compared
Call for a Change: Baby Hippo Jesse was just coming out of the theater when his cell phone rang.Call for a Change: Baby Hippo4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Apricot Parmesan," a voice said, and Jesse stopped in his tracks.
"Get into your truck and drive to the Zoo," the voice continued. Robotically, Jesse continued walking to his truck and climbed inside. Pulling into traffic, he instinctively knew how to get to the zoo.
"Head to the rear entrance of the zoo," came further instructions. "After you park, you will do the following: Go to the employee entrance and tell the guard 'I'm here for the hippo exhibit.' He will let you in and you will walk to the hippopotamus enclosure. Knock on the door that says 'employees only.' A woman will let you in, help you undress and show you inside the enclosure. Once inside, turn into a baby hippopotamus who misses his mommy."
Alternate Kagerou FicAlternate Kagerou Fic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A pretty woman in a brown and pink striped dress, carrying a cafeteria tray with a salad and cup of chicken noodle soup, sits down directly across the table.
Well now. Maybe this one won't threaten to rape you.
She's got the kind of face you'd expect from a French model, round brown eyes under thoughtful brows, her lips are pale and naturally smiling, and her nose has a slightly Jewish touch to it. She's wearing large spectacles and the silliest pair of wooden craft-class gag earrings you've ever seen on a woman so otherwise cultured. She has a name tag which identifies her as Dr. Di Lucien. Her ID picture is horrible and looks nothing like her.
You stare at her. Perhaps she got lost on her way to the pediatrics ward. She seems like the type to treat children. You wish she'd leave the cafeteria before something ugly happened in her presence. She looks like she would fall apart if someone spoke roughly to her. She doesn't belong here, you think.
"I'm Patricia," the woman says, putting o
WaP - 67. Playing the MelodyWaP - 67. Playing the Melody2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Perrin had enough of all of them. Nobody listened to her. Her father always took action too late. Willow always thought they shouldn't do anything. And Rivek. Rivek was the worst. He just agreed with anything Willow said.
She wrapped her arms around the branch above her head and hoisted herself upward. Let them find her here, she thought, as she lifted herself up by another rung. If they actually wanted to listen to her - or maybe even apologize - they would have to come looking for her.
As she brooded, nestled in the broad arms of the oak, she heard music. She should have picked a tree further away from the castle. A boy with sand-colored hair sauntered down the road below, whistling a spirited tune while accompanying himself on a beaten guitar. He would reach her hiding spot well before she had the time to climb down and find a new one. At least she coul
The other side of the rainboomThe other side of the rainboom4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The other side of the rainboom
"This is Bravo Two Zero, currently flying at 30,000 feet. No sign of any activity in the immediate vicinity. Clear skies all around. Over."
"Acknowledged Bravo. Maintain altitude and report in any activity. Over and out."
Flight Lieutenant Michael Wilkinson listened to the voice with slight unease. It seemed too robotic, too inhuman, as if it was merely a voice on the other end of the radio and nothing more. It was, in fact, the voice of a man 500 kilometres away, in a bunker somewhere, warm, comfortable and in control, as it always was. This man would be listening to his progress as he soared through the sky, high above the clouds, patrolling the same barren patch of sky as he always had and likely always would. Nothing interesting ever happened here; he was too far inland for any "hostiles" to co
Ex. pt 6Ravens dark cloak floated slightly in the wind. In one hand was her boyfriends' suitcase and the other, a bouquet of black roses. A small tear threatened to roll down her cheek. The pale girl hastily wiped it away and in result, stabbing herself in the eye with a rose thorn. 'Damn it,' she muttered, carefully rubbing her eye with the back of her hand.Ex. pt 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Beastboy was going over a mental checklist of what he needed. Since he used to live in Africa, he didn't need much. Knowing the place forwards and backward helped a lot, "Raven, can you think of anything else that I would need?"
"You're asking the wrong empath." She replied, still rubbing her eye.
"Wha'd you do to your eye?"
"Umm...," Raven quick pulled the bouquet filled hand down to her side, "Nothing important."
Beastboy eyes her suspiciously then went back to his mental checklist. Going over it once more, he nodded in approval, "Well, Rae, I'm off to the airport."
"OOH!" The empath exclaimed running upstairs to her room. Beastboy ques
Never Say Change, part 1Shadow Wolf Saga, Book Two: Never Say ChangeNever Say Change, part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
written by Tigerius Larcison.
Note to reader: this novel is a sequel to my earlier work, "The Hidden Beast." To understand this novel's plot and universe, please read "The Hidden Beast" first, to avoid any confusion.
One: Alpha-Wolf and the Training Beta:
February 10, 2151 C.E.
The sky above Tiger Hills, Virginia was only beginning to show the light of day coming in from the east, which was typical of winter. While the light from the sun slowly ate away at the darkness, several stars shone brightly in the night sky, including Rigel, Sirius, Procyon, and others. A very soft winter breeze blew in an easterly direction, picking up a few strands of powdery snow and dead leaves yet to be raked up by senior citizens.
Zack Hamilton rode on his electric motorbike down toward Storeker High School on the northeast side of town. Given the very low temperatures of the season - it was somewhere in the mid twenties - he knew it w
The 10 Worst Bad Days in RPGsEverybody has bad days. But, when it comes to role-playing games, nobody just has a bad day that they can get over. No, they have to have sprawling, lingering, life-changing days because someone had enough gall to be enjoying how things were going in life.The 10 Worst Bad Days in RPGs7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
10 Zidane Tribal (Final Fantasy IX)
Can't go wrong by starting off with Zidane. His day might suck, but at least he gets past it. Sort of.
Zidane is a thief who starts in the game in the humblest of ways: by kidnapping Princess Garnet of Alexandria and becoming a wanted felon. His boss, who also beat Zidane as a kid, supposedly wants to hold Garnet for ransom, but Zidane just wants to get his freak on with her. Well, that may not have been such a great idea, because hanging out with Garnet is a determent to Zidane's well-being.
This kidnapping scheme soon turns into a revelation that Zidane's an alien from another planet (Terra) sent to this one (Gaia) because... some old guy thought it was a good idea. Or something. Wh