I'll make a Troll out of youI'll make a Troll out of you4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Let's get down to business to defeat the fags
Did they send me newbies when I asked for pros?
You're the lamest bunch I ever met
But take a seat before we're through
Mister, I'll make a troll out of you
Tranquil as a forest, but with rage within
Once you hide your IP you are sure to win
You're a helpless, slow pathetic lot
Instead of grammar, you ALLCAPS, its true
Somehow I'll make a troll out of you
I'm never gonna appear intelligent
Spamming isn't really easy
How the hell do I change my ID?
Mods have got me scared to death
Hope he doesn't flag my comment
Now I really wish that I knew how to hack!
(Be a troll)
We must be swift
cuz its srs bsns
(Be a troll)
With all the graetness
of a huge macro
(Be a troll)
With all the strength
of a raging guy
You do it for the lulz!
Time is racing toward us till the fags arrive
Always check your spelling right before you talk
You're one step away from leading a raid
So prep up, and just say the truth
I knew I'd make a troll out o
AttitudeI'm not the perfect little boy you thought you raised.Attitude3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not the compliant young kid who always does what you want.
No. I'm not the same as I used to be.
I've changed, I'm different.
Opinions and views, and a temper to match.
Hit me, kick me, see if I care.
I'll fight you right back, I won't stand down.
They say it's all about attitude, then I guess I'm anything and everything.
Sgt. Koopas Fallen Stars Club Band (The Song)Sgt. Koopas Fallen Stars Club Band (The Song)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sgt. Koopa's Fallen Stars Club Band (The Song)
Video Game Parody Lyrics of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Written by The-Good-Wario
Inspired by Loopy-Lupe
"It was 20 years ago tonight,
Sgt. Koopa taught the troop to fight" Loopy-Lupe
It's been sixteen years ago you see
Since Mario RPG
The characters have formed a band
So everybody lend a hand
They made this group for all of you
So everyone just hold your tears.
Sgt. Koopa's Fallen Stars Club Band
We're Sgt. Koopa's Fallen Stars Club Band
We hope you will enjoy the game,
We're Sgt. Koopa's Fallen Stars Club Band
Your life will never be the same.
Sgt. Koopa's Fallen, Sgt. Koopa'fallen,
Sgt. Koopa's Fallen Stars Club Band
I can't believe we did it
We got all seven stars
You're just the greatest game players
Can we please come home with you
We'd love to see your home
I don't really want to stop the game
But these guys have alot of fame
They are all gonna sing a song
And hope that you will play along
Hammering ScrewsHammering Screws2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Setting for each sequence: really young; in the academy; on the hunt for Justin; after the defeat of Kishin. SteinxMarie
It is common knowledge that hammers are never used for screws.
A screwdriver to a screw; a hammer to a nail. Otherwise, it would never work. They didn't mind though nor did they care. A man of science experiments; a woman of virtue challenges.
Their souls would always without fail resonate.
"Hey, want to play with us?"
"No, go away."
If children were to choose where they would want to live aside from their homes, they'd answer for sure the park of Death City. Well, they were kids, they wouldn't know yet of the large world outside the city. The park was the best because a lot
Critical Care - Part 2Critical Care - Part 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
Title: Critical Care (part 2)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Edward, Heinkel, Darius, two doctors and one nurse
Words: Total fic - 10,439 with both halves
Summary: This is a gapfiller crack!fic that I scribbled down to go with my illustration of the same name. It's probably one of a million 'what happened to Ed after Baschool' angstfics, but you know I can't resist good angst.
Warnings: High Angst
Disclaimer: This work is a piece of derivative fiction based on the works of Hiromu Arakawa. Hiromu Arakawa and all rights are reserved to Fullmetal Alchemist (Hagane no Renkinjutsushi) © Hiromu Arakawa // Square/Enix. I present this story for my own pleasure and because I very much enjoy her creation.
Thank you, Arakawa-shi.
"This is going to hurt a little," Dr. Dean said with far less empathy than Ed would have liked. "But you've got to keep moving or your inte
Colonial AlfredxReaderFandom: HetaliaColonial AlfredxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Characters: America, you
Other tags: Unnecessary older English, historical Hetalia, American Revolution, angst
Summary: You're just a simple colonist living in Boston during the 1700s. When your friend America tells you he's tired of being mistreated by England, you're a bit worried--England is not a country to be trifled with. What began as a cry for attention turns to a bloody revolution and suddenly you're in danger of losing Alfred forever.
"Boston Harbor is closed down!"
"What will we do, therefore? How will we acquire our goods?"
"This is what we get for those blasted rebels refusing the authority of the Crown!"
"We shall surely starve!"
You awoke to such cries one summer morning. Jumping out of bed, you tugged on your shift, dress and bonnet, carefully tucking your [color] hair away. You laced on a pair of worn brown boots and hurried out into the streets. People were crowded down in the harbor, yell
UnchartedUncharted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cradling lonesome to my naked breast
he found me on the edge of midnight
an uncharted land, waiting to be discovered.
mountains, plains and valleys
an untamed river yet to be named,
laid forth before his questing spirit.
he was the solitary envoy,
a master at discovery,
occupying with permission the humid lush rainforest
and quenching the desert thirst.
determined, he left nothing in darkness
uncovering every crook and crevice
and bathing them in light and heat.
the flag he planted with a breath,
claiming it all with slow fingers and a soft tongue.
he christened it all with just one word,
Ember [Hetalia Fanfiction - France x Jeanne d'Arc]Nobody knows that amidst his proud showcases of conceited arrogance and unblemished skin, France bears the heaviest and ugliest of wounds in the abysmal depths of his scarred heart.Ember [Hetalia Fanfiction - France x Jeanne d'Arc]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He doesn't show it he never does and whenever Matthieu asks him about the history of his people, he simply fakes a smile and plasters it onto his face, evading the past colony's queries with teasing comments and a cheerful façade. Nobody knows and nobody needs to know which is why Francis chooses to keep his mouth shut and his scars hidden from the view of the rest of the world.
But no matter how many smiles he sends the nations' way, the scars still remain; cut, etched, and burned forever in his sore, aching heart. They're the problems of his people, the sequelae of their wars, and his memories of her.
The moon shines brightly past the large, arched window panes of a dimly lit room; its image reflected in the still, dark red liquid of a half-filled glass. The lone Frenchman
Pirate friendshipPirate!england x reader.Pirate friendship3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pirate friendship. Chapter 1, An old friend promise
You looked up from your work in the pub when you heard girls screaming like crazy fan girls. Sighing you finished your job and went out to see what was going on.
You blinked. The "Red Fury" was there. Or in your words, Arthur Kirkland, your oldest and best friend. Smiling to see him again you walked up to him.
You opened your mouth to yell his last name but you closed it again when the girls were all over him.
You gave up after a few times trying to get his attention, you walked to a bench. You stared a bit to the sight in front of you. Sighing you sat there. Only a few times he got his eyes on you, but you looked quickly next to you. There were roses in bloom. You didn't notice he would try to get out the girls around.
Tired of the sight you went back to the pub. "Any luck, dear?" your mother asked. You shook your head. "No," you
EnglandXReader part 4EnglandXReaderEnglandXReader part 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
You wandered aimlessly through the house trying not to think about Arthur, and his amazingly green eyes that always looked at you so kindly, or how cute he looked when he was sleeping 'No! Don't think about that!' you thought rubbing your face. You kept wandering through the halls till you came to a door that you hadn't been through. You felt a bubble of excitement grow in your chest. 'Something new to explore!'
You reached out and grasped the brass door knob and pushed the heavy wooden door open. A large oblong ballroom was on the other side of the door. You gasped as you walked into it. It was beautiful! It had a dark hard wood floor, and dark green wall paper. Hanging above the dance floor was a crystal chandelier, the most delicate and intricate you had ever seen. The far wall was made of f
Cry for MeCry for what you've lost.Cry for Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cry for being five years old,
On Daddy's shoulders,
On top of the world.
Cry for being ten,
For Daddy going to war,
And crackling phone calls.
Cry for thirteen,
Missing a Daddy
Who doesn't miss you.
Cry for the summer of fourteen,
Of a first kiss
Cry for your very first love,
With the girl who would grow up,
To be the best man you know.
Cry for promises broken,
Screaming and shouting,
And the worst mistake.
Cry for fifteen,
And the next love,
A boy with everything going for him.
Cry for that year,
Of ups and downs,
And knowing it will never fade.
Cry for the fallout,
And the boy who took his place,
And found one of his own.
Cry for those months,
On a yo-yo string,
And the inevitable second chance.
Cry for being 17 and heartbroken,
Because neither of you ever learned
To think before you act.
Cry for the loss of a beautiful boy,
And reconciling with his replacement,
Who became irreplacable.
Cry for the permanent love,
Of a man who shouldn't matter,
always on your side 1England x readeralways on your side 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
5 years has been past by now. And of course you were still with Arthur. But there was something different about him. He would stare dreamy to the children on the school garden, playing around.
Holding his hand you looked up to him "Arthur, love?" you said softly "something wrong?" Arthur awaked from the daydream he had and look at you all red. "Ehh..n-no nothing.." he said a bit nervous. You frowned. What got he the few last months now? Always staring at children and their parents. You sighed giving up the thought.
Walking back to your home Arthur leaned to the wall rubbing his face. You looked worried at him. "Arthur, you can tell me." You said worried. "______, it's nothing." He said " I'm just a bit too much in my thoughts lately. Don't worry about it.." you tried to nod when he kissed you tenderly. You laid your arms around his neck. "I love you, arty." You whispered loving. "I love you more" he whispered back. Y
America x Reader: Ms. InvisibleWe sat across from each other on a faux leather couch, our eyes glued straight ahead and locked onto the others. I nervously sipped on my coffee and looked away, but I was attracted to his electric blue eyes, which pulse through my mind as I tried to find something to preoccupy myself. He finally began to chuckle, it first sounding like a low bass drum but escalating to his obnoxious laugh I had learned to love.America x Reader: Ms. Invisible2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So this is what you do Friday nights? Just drink coffee?" I nodded and felt the heat creep to my face. He sincerely smiled and looked into his cup for something else to say. I giggled and took a long and drawn out sip, leaving some whipped cream on my nose. This Friday was different though.
I was with him.
A poet and a basketball star are not the usual high school couple. Stereotypically, he'd be dating a cheerleader and they'd be having a little too much fun together. It came as a shock to everyone when I was introduced as his girl. His heroic grin dazzled people,
Voices...I bite my tongue, and taste the blood...Voices...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Tell me, are you having fun?"
I close my hand, and clench my fist...
"Don't bother making your last wish..."
I turn my head to look away...
"Your last day will be today..."
I turn to face you unassuaged...
"What's that my dear? Are you afraid?"
I open up and draw my knife...
"This isn't hell, this is LIFE!"
I stab the demon through the heart...
"And from my death, new life can start..."
EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 1The sky was a black and violet haze. Small casts of gray clouds were barely visible in the night sky. Streetlights illuminated the lonely streets, expelling a glow that lit up the neighborhood with an orange-tinted halo. The city peaked out at the horizon, its many towers and skyscrapers reaching out to the air, falling far shorter than the reach of the clouds. It was a cool night; the wind didn't blow much, but when it did, it brought about fallen leaves and its whisper across the paved street.EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A streetlight suddenly went out. One part of the sidewalk was now dark. Though it was off, the bulb in the streetlight lamp buzzed; in response to this, crickets in the nearby shrubs and bushes ceased their music of cricking. The missing lights of that one streetlight didn't seem to bother the street's only pedestrian.
Under another streetlight stood Static. His face was serious and he stood with his arms crossed. His long-neck shirt protected him from the occasional breeze's chill. He seemed t
DesolationDesolation4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Equius felt lost, empty inside. He couldn't help but keep thinking about it. His matesprit- or the troll he thought was his matesprit had just left this world, possibly for good. And to add to the damage that had done, she had said her last goodbye to someone else! As if she hadn't thought about him at all, or how it might've effected him. It made him furious, but not with the same kind of rage he would channel into his strength. No amount of impenetrable steel, ready for a vigorous throttling would be able to take this pain away.
Nepeta had tried again and again to cheer him up. She didn't do consolation very well, but she tried her best to make up for it by attempting to make him happy. For Equius, this made matters worse. He didn't blame Nepeta of course. She tried her best, and even though she failed to lift his spirits, that doesn't make her any less of a good moirall. He waited a long time for Nepeta to turn her attention away from him. It was difficult. Even when he tried
Don't Read This, It's RetardedYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!Don't Read This, It's Retarded3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You: Hello, are you a hermaphrodite?
Stranger: Hell no, fuck you.
Stranger: Are you black?
Stranger: Stop trying to do big words to sound good
You: I'm afraid your agression is somewhat disconcerting, sir.
Stranger: Stop trying to sound all clever with your words.
You: Perhaps we could both sound clever, were we to engage in a more intellectual conversation, my good fellow.
Stranger: What the hell?
Stranger: Are you a pedophile?
You: I prefer the term "gent", and no, I have no intrest in defiling the innocence of the youth.
Stranger: What, are you calling me young?
You: I apologize if that is what you interpreted. As it stands, your age register s as neutral to me, ma'am.
Stranger: First you called me young, Now you are calling me a women?
You: Are you not? Well, I have no way of knowing beforehand, so I try to cover my bases.
Stranger: Guess what?, your mama's so fat that when she sat on the iPod
Critical CareCritical Care3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was full night when the two men and their burden emerged from the tunnels on the outskirts of North City. Darius shoved his shoulder against the mine door they'd ripped open, trying to at least make it look like the thing was still locked shut.
"Help me with the kid," said Heinkel, shifting the unconscious burden off his back. The Fullmetal Alchemist hadn't come around even once since his alchemic 'healing' and over the last hour the lion in Heinkel's blood had felt the thud of the boy's pulse slow and weaken. Darius slipped his good arm around the boy's torso and helped lay him down on the snow.
"We'll need a car."
Darius nodded. "He's bleeding again." The ape-like chimera showed his companion the red smudge on his uniform where he had held the boy. Heinkel nodded and looked around. They were at the edge of a vast flat covered with snow. It had once been fence
ArthurxReader: Keep smiling Alternate endingArthurxReader: Keep smiling Alternate ending3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was days like this you never wanted to end. The sun shone through the double glazed window, reflecting off your (h/c) hair. You looked up at Arthur and into his soft green eyes. They where filled with worry and sadness. "Artie, why are you so sad?" You asked him as you lay down beside him on the sofa, you placed your head on his chest and your kitty joined the two of you and snuggled up to you. "Because I don't want to leave you." He replied his voice filled with sorrow. Arthur only had a few weeks until he was leaving to fight in the front line. You really would miss him. "I know I don't want you to leave but you have to," You sighed "But we should spend our time together doing what we like to do before you l-leave.."
"I suppose your right. Do you remember the first time I met you?" He smiled. "How could I forget ." You smiled remembering that day as if it was yesterday.
~~~~~~~Flash back time~~~~~~~
*You were about 8 or 9*
You were walking down the street to your house when y
Of Englishman and Coughing fitsAchoo!* you groaned, setting your head on the cold desk. The last day of finals before winter break and you ended up with a horrendous cold, not to mention that you lost your voice on top of the sneeze attacks and coughing attacks. Even now, you can hear your mom arguing with you about how you should stay home. Obviously you couldn’t, you had to be at school for the tests. The one thing you pray for is that Arthur doesn’t see you like this. You fell hard for his accent and the fact he stood up for you to the Bad Touch Trio, so that is always a plus. The last thing you need is for him to scorn you to death for coming to class. Flipping your hood over your head, you figured why not get some sleep while waiting. The cold had other plans, you went off into a coughing fit. After a minute or two of hacking and coughing, your head slammed down on the desk. ‘Why the hell did I come!’ You hissed in your head, ‘Because you have to. And your pride wOf Englishman and Coughing fits3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Poem of the Hero of Time- Pt10Poem of the Hero of Time- Pt104 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
across the veil,
One final medallion
left in this tale...
A bridgeless gap,
a horse's leap,
To dusty land
where spirits sleep.
escape the cage,
disguise the way,
Helped by ghost
of ancient day.
bind a girl,
Into the ground,
with sands that swirl.
Child and adult,
tread temple halls,
And bounce the light
between the walls.
The girl they bound,
as guardian made,
With fire and ice
the witches played.
Though did they
unite as one,
By shining sword
they both are gone.