Nightmare UMVC3 MovesetNightmare UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Evil Spirit/Sword
Game Series: Soul Series
First Appearance: Soul Edge (1995)
Health: 1,050,000 HP Points
Voice Actor: Patrick Ryan
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 7
Assist Alpha: Soul Edge Guillotine (Direct, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Beta: Soul Edge Spear (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Gamma: Soul Wave (Direct, Instant)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
There was a time when a man named Siegfried Schtauffen took control of the Soul Edge, becoming powerless under the power of the blade. He eventually was able to retrieve his mentality and used the power of the holy blade Soul Calibur in order to save his body. He was separated from his Nightmare form and became the new wielder of Soul Calibur, while Inferno made a pact with Zasalmel, who made him a new body of his own. Thus Nightmare was born
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
mechanical clocks don't...Love set me going like a skeleton watch:mechanical clocks don't...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your voice wound me up, a look pushed
the hammer struck the gear;
pretty soon we were syncopated
ticking out a rhythm.
I wind my time when I remember.
I keep its gears bared,
measuring me in taut increments:
rationing my allowances,
budgeting my attention,
counting down the wait
'til next time you and I coincide;
then I'll forget to wind, it and my faces will
Around you I forget my time, detest the reminder
we are lent hours. But I check
nearby displays in a panic--whether I make the bread line
or not, it won't stop rationing out
my piece of your company.
I pretend I can ferret the constellation of your freckles
away in a jar for a rainy day.
I pretend I can collect the softness of your voice
like a magpie obsessed with small memories.
I lie persistently while my watch scoops out the day
in medicine cups.
My watch and I know I can no more hoard
your love against your absence than
ripe fruit against the wint
The Nightshades: Chapter FourThe Nightshades: Chapter Four2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Games > Elder Scroll Series > Pre Skyrim
Pairings: Cicero / Future Dragonborn - Listener
Location: Bravil 188 4E (well before events at Helgen in 4E 201)
Story Status: Complete!
(All Chapters 1 - 6 posted)
Summary: Tasked with delivering an important message to the Listener Alisanne Dupre in Bravil, a young and cocky Cicero let's curiosity get the best of him. The Listener's stammering and seemingly meek apprentice Beatriz, he soon learns is but a year his junior. She is also an "innocent" and not apart of the Dark Brotherhood. At least not yet according to Alisanne and even though Cicero is ordered, during his short stay to help protect yet keep his distance from her apprentice, he cannot help but bend the rules. To not just find out why Beatriz holds the Night Mother's interest but his as well.
Warning: Again I choked up a little during writing this chapter. So you may need a tissue too.
The waiting and wond
Clone Commando vs Spartan-IIIRepublic Clone Commando.Clone Commando vs Spartan-III4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Short Range - DC-15s side arm blaster
Med Range - DC-15A blaster rifle
Long Range - DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System
Long Range II - DC-17m sniper rifle
Explosive - Thermal Detonator
Special - Knuckle plate vibro blade
Short Range - M6G Magnum Sidearm
Med Range - MA5K Carbine
Long Range - M392 Designated Marksman Rifle
Long Range II - Sniper Rifle System 99 Anti-Matériel
Explosive - Frag Grenade
Special - Combat Knife
ZipperIt happened again, soZipper5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a zipper, I put myself back together.
I was cold, sleeveless.
The sky was sliding off my back,
like a heavy down coat.
My sleeves came off again.
Leaves slipped off the arms of trees
like Band-Aids that had lost their stick.
Snow churned its hair in the wind.
in my hair, stretching its wings.
Then a cloud of snow was leaving my chimney.
Winter it was ice all over.
It happened again, so I put myself back together.
The moon nearly shattered my window, wind was so strong.
The moon a photograph.
The moon a falling leaf.
The moon curled up in snow.
We zip it up, and turn our heads against the wind.
How our eyes become so dark, like shelves.
Batmer and Erik: First Meeting'I... I think I will make a quick dash outside and check the road. You know, there just might be a traveller somewhere out there that's come to Rorikstead in search of a mercenary,' Erik said - somewhat sheepishly, for dashing outside and checking the road was about the only thing he had been doing since morning, apart from restlessly pacing around the inn with his hands thrust behind his back.Batmer and Erik: First Meeting3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'There, there, son,' Mralki smiled, leaning over across his counter and making a most sincere attempt to give Erik an encouraging pat on the shoulder (thwarted by Erik shaking his hand off). 'Have a rest. It's only been a day since we fitted you for armour'.
'A day!' Erik exclaimed in rather over-melodramatic exasperation. 'More like a year! Why - why won't anyone hire me?!'
Mralki shook his head with a soft sigh, 'Patience, my boy, patience. Crops don't grow overnight, you know'.
Erik snorted. 'Yeah. Right. I learned it the hard way,' he muttered darkly.
'It's the same with everyt
::You've got Mail: Prologue::DISCLAIMER::You've got Mail: Prologue::8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I do NOT own any of the KH I & II rights.
Warning: MILD Sora x Riku below.
Another sleepless night, I thought.
When did this happen? Since when did the absence of sleep become so overwhelming?
Was it the accident? It must be. The car crash was pretty bad after all…
"Arrrgghh! I can't fall asleep!!" I yelled, jumping up from the bed. A muffled sound came from the bed next to mine; I must have disturbed Sora from his sleep.
"Hm…….. Riku… stop that... I don't know…. Do you think Roxas is ready for that?" Sora was mumbling in his dreams. I creased my brows when I heard my name; am I ready? For what?
"Sora, wake up." I decided to pull him out of his dreams; if I can't sleep, he shall share my sufferings (evil smile)… But he's still mumbling, so I gave him a slight slap on the face.
"HUH?? What?" Sora jumped up, suddenly all awake, "Roxas? What, you can't sleep again?"
Reach: If There Are WolvesZero Mark.Reach: If There Are Wolves5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had been shaking before, all-encompassing little pinpricks like bugs crawling inside his skin and making him feel so very old, but that's done now. He looks at the ugly square of the makeshift bomb and presses the button.
Minus Three Seconds
He could have watched her fall away. It would have lightened him a little, to see her alive, even struggling. (Her voice is in his ear now, ringing over and over his name, Jorge, Jorge, frantic as human. She has had the Spartan calm burnt out of her, but it will load back up like a shield in a few minutes. She will be all right.) Reach was a warm-glowing sphere behind her, but he could not stop to look. The fleet was out there too. He was going to save his world.
Minus Ten Seconds
She got her arms around his neck and held on like she was never going to let go and then she let go. He would remember her weight against him for the rest of his life. (For the next ten seconds.)
He let weightlessness have her.
In the candle light-RikuxSoraIn the candle lightIn the candle light-RikuxSora9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By: Kitsuna Ri
Thunder sounded outside and rained pounded on the roof of Sora's house. Sora sighed as he stared at the glowing computer screen. He knew he should probably shut everything down, considering it was raining outside but he had a feeling that he should stay on anyway.
"Why isn't anyone??"
He slumped down on his chair and clicked open a game of solitaire when his buddy alert popped up.
Buddy Alert: SilverHairedGod
Sora rolled his eyes as he saw Riku's screename pop up. Riku was so full of himself!
But...it is a true message...gah! I shouldn't be thinking that about my best friend!!
SilverHairedGod: Hey! What's up?
Starrydreamer: Hey...nothing to much....sucks that it's raining, ne?
Sora winced as he saw his screename blink on the im...he really wish he hadn't let Kairi choose it...
SilverHairedGod:Yeah it does...I guess...errr how long has it been raining? I just woke up ^^''
Sora chuckled. Riku was known to sleep in for a long time when nothing was
Remember ReachA wise man once said that the natural state of man is war. Peace, he added, is just a time for preparation.Remember Reach4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't think anything could have "prepared" us for what happened, though maybe Armageddon. Yeah. Armageddon might have whipped us into shape.
Harvest fell. In a storm of fire and alien hatred, it fell, and millions of lives fell with it.
Nobody saw it coming. I mean, there are spooks and spies and masterminds high up in the hush-hush intelligence bracket, but I doubt even the smartest sleuth out of all of 'em could have seen the way it played out. It just happened. It happened, and all we could do was sit there, paralyzed, during the whole ordeal.
Correction: not all of us sat there and gaped like fishes. A few good men and women went to do something about it. They were the bravest of the brave the cream of the crop, as my grandmother would put it. They went into the valley of the shadow without a second thought, doing their duty to protect and preserve their f
DarknessI fumble blindly in the darkness,Darkness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My vision is mercilessly butchered.
I don't know where I am;
My location isn't on any map.
I desperately claw for an exit.
I twist, swing, bend,
Grasping foolishly for something,
Anything to pull me out of this pit.
I feel a smooth, gentle touch,
It slips its hand inside my fingers.
The warm touch is reassuring;
I cling tightly, not wanting to part.
Then it tries to drag me away,
Into the depths of the black I tried to flee.
I rip my fingers from its cruel clutches,
Before it can harm me any more.
I struggle forward in agonizing vain.
The comforting hands whisper, "I'll help."
But they all are the same;
I won't give in to their seething fraud.
As I flee, something blocks my trek;
Bodies stand in my way.
I push and shove, but they grant no pass.
As silent stone statues, they whisper, "I'm sorry."
I pay no heed to their words of plea,
I tear and slash at the figureless forms.
Until they're nothing but cinder and ashes,
I brush them away, an
Axel X Roxas 5:: Conscience((THIS IS YAOI!!!!)))Axel X Roxas 5:: Conscience7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Don't Cut YourselfIt wasn't Emile's style to feel regret. He rarely entertained the emotion because he never really had reason to; regret came from attachment, and attachment was something he just didn't do. He knew his role, his objective, and the shotgun in his hands. That was all he cared about, or so he liked to tell himself.Don't Cut Yourself4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sat hunched like a brooding predator in one far corner of the fallout shelter, as nervous civvies cried and whimpered and comforted each other in the shadows. There was little light, just the hazy flicker of a few self-sustaining panels, but Emile could see just fine through the twin holes that made up the eyes of the skull on his mask. Everything was green and white and yellow thanks to night vision. They all looked like ghosts this way. The normally aggressive Spartan unsheathed his kukri and pondered the way it fit into his palm, remembering how Kat had swiped it to outline their plan in the cave all those days ago.
"Don't cut yourself," he'd said, in a tone that w
SUIT UP OR SHUT UP Vibrations from the outside could be felt underneath his feet as SPARTAN-311 walked down the corridor of the barracks to exit the building. Each solid step echoed down along the grated floors of the now humming hall. He could hear the churning of the large propeller blades spinning in the wind and knew his bird was ready. As he opened the door he found his ride waiting just outside; the same ODST ready to escort him, ready to fly, was standing just underneath one of the bladed wings running a few quick maintenance diagnostics. A young pilot sat strapped in; waiting for the now emerging Spartan. Not much of a face could be distinguished as the pilot's head was encased fully by helmet and flight suit. The helmet design itself was similar in appearance to the ODST helmet with the same V-shaped visor. Their helmet however was of a more simpler, rounded design painted in a drab green. When the pilot saw the Spartan he nodded and saluted with approvaSUIT UP OR SHUT UP4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
World War ZIroquois Heights High SchoolWorld War Z8 years ago in Horror More Like This
[John Arbuckle lights up a q one of the post-war cigarettes named for their one-quarter tobacco content and shakes his head at the ruins of his High School, which, as the interview is conducted, is being torn down by construction crews. This site, Iroquois Heights High School, is a sentimental place for John. This is where his war started.]
So, this is it?
Yeah. Hell of a place to die, huh? If thats what you can call it, anyway.
How did Zack make it this far, anyway? Wasnt some kind of warning system in place?
Are you joking? Look around you, man. This is Shitville. I guess the school had phones, sure, but remember, the Great Panic hadnt even started yet, or we wouldnt even have been in school. It had to be the hospital just down the block, [he gestures down the road, to a hospital that is no longer there] since the ghouls, were in those toga-things they make you wear, where your ass sh
HTF CH1: IsolatedChapter One: IsolatedHTF CH1: Isolated5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It seemed the dust had grown much thicker and heavy in the air. The breathing of a woman slowed down and became heavy as her eye adjusted to the dust, picking out her target. Squeezing the trigger, the bullet from the DMR shot out and flew off into the thick dust. They heard the impact of the bullet as it took out a grunt. Right between the eyes.
"I give that a ten." a male cackled as he knelt at her side, taking aim with a DMR. She looked at him through the corners of her eyes as he fired as well, taking down a Skirmisher.
"Damn, neck shot." he grunted. His armor, a dingy yellow from the heavy amount of dust in the air. It would normally be a nice yellow with black detailing to it. Victor was his name, one of her tank teammates. Her and her team were left here on Reach as it was now scorched from the Covenant's glassing. It was so lush, full of life and beauty but now a wasteland, covered in smoke clouds and burnt plains. Bunker-ed in an aba
Sora-My Girl's Ex. EndingSoras P.O.V.Sora-My Girl's Ex. Ending7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All of it was so long ago. Two years to be exact.
Theyve been the best two years of my life. Kairi and I had gotten together, and have been together ever since. Shes everything Ive ever wanted, everything Ive ever needed.
Riku graduated last year, and he finally realized what he had actually lost. You could see the fear on his face, once he understood that no one even comes close to her. No one comes close to how great she is.
He went through his slew of other girls; the girls he thought were better than her. None of them were. All of them, including Selphie, were just acceptable. Not exceptional. He understood that if it wasnt for him, for his stupid mistake, hed be as happy as me. Hed have Kairi.
I lean up against the big oak tree, my hands in my pockets, and look up at the sky. Im pretty dang lucky to have someone like her.
Sora! I hear her voice, and I loo
O/K: Singing GirlMany, many years ago, on an afternoon so distant, so obscured by the mists of time that it almost seemed unreal, a small, timid elven boy with large, see-through ears and green eyes, opened wide in constant fear and bewilderment, had raised his hand in class, fingers trembling, and asked, in a hoarse voice because the stiff collar of his uniform was pressing into his neck,O/K: Singing Girl2 years ago in Drama More Like This
'But... Doesn't it hurt... when people are tortured?'
His faltering, barely audible question had had the effect of a powerful muffling spell. The other children had frozen, statue-like, behind their desks, not daring as much as to breathe too loudly, eyes fixed on their hands, their inkwells, the pointed tips of their government-issued boots - anywhere but on their insolent studymate...
And the mentor had lowered the book he had been reading aloud from - a truly great book, a priceless book, filled with the infinite wisdom of the Dominion's rulers - and walked over to the boy's seat, and clasped his angular li
PhilosoraptorOne of the most intriguing nuances of the Universe is that, time and again, it manages to outdo itself in terms of sheer oddity. One of these examples dwells on the validus humus* Gaia, north on the lateral plane of the galactic core of G2427626, known as the Milky Way galaxy in some ares of the Universe.Philosoraptor4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This creature, of primarily upright reptilian descent, is around the height of a larval valde vermis; it is omnivorous, with large claws and excellent vision, and can bring down a grown bupholant with little effort. It is perfectly adapted to its environment, and by every law of nature and evolution it should not have developed intelligence; of course, these laws do not allow for cosmic intervention.
Several centuries before the advent of homo sapien on Gaia, one of the the raptors was found calculating the orbit of Gaia's moon-suns. This event in itself was not so strange; indeed, any respectable intelligence could do so easily. No, what made this raptor such an aberration was that i
A Long YearA Long Year4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a long year.
Commander Bart Hollings thought as his submarine rose to the surface. The boat's hull popped as the pressure on the hull abated the closer they got to the surface. USS Virginia had been the lead boat in a new class of SSN. One of the most advanced nuclear submarines in the world she had been tasked with a reconnaissance mission. Hollings's submarine had the latest in sonar, electronic sensors, and weapons. All of which are worthless against them! He thought in frustration.
"Approaching periscope depth Captain." The Diving Officer reported. Despite his actual rank, Hollings was the CO of the ship which made him the 'captain'.
"Very well prepare to raise the telephotonic mast and ESM." Hollings answered, standing in the center of the control room.
Around him the sailors worked the controls that ensured the Virginia was able to function. Forward and to the left of Hollings were the two sailors driving the submarine. They controlled the rudder and bow planes viva a
Breaking BounderiesBreaking Bounderies1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Angel!Prussia x Reader)
This is one of the prizes :icondoubleox515: won from my contest, I hope she enjoys this! Also, I apologize on the length; the things you wanted me to incorporate caused the story to be a bit long. I didn’t want to rush anything as well so…. yeah know.
Full a dat fluff mane and dat stuff that finna make you cry yo.
Anyways, without further ado, Breaking Boundaries.
I could remember that day like it was yesterday. The rain was blinding, consistent and rather boring now that I think about it. Plain. Semi solid. Clear. The wind had continuously howled in my ears like some bad sound effect in a movie as I raced home from school, the constant bickering of my peers whisking away with said wind from the