Rapture 1-5As Terra had predicted, Tenenbaum figured out fairly quickly that she was in another world. Unfortunately, she didn't handle it as well as Terra had thought she would. She shut herself up in the library for a day, doing frantic research. Due to her mumblings about height, Eraqus figured it might have to do with how the Land of Departure was set up; in addition to the fact it was another world.Rapture 1-55 years ago in Drama More Like This
She emerged at the end of the day to ask his forgiveness. Aqua was playing in her room -it was very pink- and Eraqus was dispassionately watching her.
"Now do you see why I would have rather you did not come?" Eraqus demanded, ignoring Aqua trying to get his attention. Tenenbaum noticed though, and sat down in a chair, then gestured for Aqua to walk over. Aqua refused and hid behind Master Eraqus. "Why is she acting like this?" he asked.
"Little Sisters are programmed to hate and fear maternal figures. Part of the reprogramming will get her to trust women again. You heard her say how 'Mommy is a
Vore Tournment Hinata vs SheikVore Tournment Hinata vs Sheik1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen! We're giving you a intriguing yet stimulating competition this nightfall. It's the vore battle of the shinobis! Here on one behalf, we have the lovely Hinata, the Konohagakure Ninja and heiress of the Hyūga clan!"
A girl with long navy blue hair appeared from one side of the stadium, donned in a lavender and white-hooded-jacket along with pants that was the same color as her hair. She wore sandals that had short heels and seemed to have a forehead protector around her neck. A shy yet confident look slowly appeared on her face as she waved to the crowds.
"And, for our other competitor, we have the mysterious member of the Sheikah tribe Z- I mean, Sheik!"
A rather androgynous figure appeared from the far side of the stadium, wearing a tight outfit. Their entire face was covered in wrappings, except for a small portion, revealing well-groomed blond hair and a pair of intense red eyes. They strummed a harp gently, producing a soft, gentle melo
Toy Store: Night of the BallToy Store: Night of the Ball4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The burgundy bead rolled about along the veins and contours of the feather which served as Armand's finger. It was an odd clash of colors, the crimson serving to mute rather than accent the faint flavor of the tart liquid. Yet any concern for the color was proving secondary to the more glaring notion that tugged at the toy's mind. Why not wine? When he was human centuries ago no one would have given a second thought to him sampling a bit of Merlot; but his boyish demeanor he had come to be trapped in since his death and curse now proved a great inhibitor to things he used to enjoy.
Though he cannot blame the serving toys for this slight, they weren't created with the ability to know or empathize with his laments. Not to mention there was the issue of his handicap preventing him from explaining. Still, it would seem he wasn't alone in being denied this comfort. &
Aaron's Bathroom StoryAaron's Bathroom Story9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Aaron: I got off the plane, and I had to use the bathroom really bad. Mom didn't want me to, but I told her I needed to. So, I just ran into the first bathroom I saw. And so, I'm in the stall..and then I hear women voices. And I'm like "I have to hide!" so I'm up there in the stall....for like half an hour. And there were people trying to get in! Because it was really crowded for some reason. And there were these big hands reaching down. And I'm like "Occupied." First use of an Al voice in like real life.
Vic: Meanwhile, his Mom is outside talking to the authorities because her son had went to the bathroom. So she sent the men to go check the men's washroom after about 20 minutes, and he wasn't there. They come back, and she's thinking "Ahh...I lost my son!"
Aaron: And, where was I?
Vic: Umm, occupied.
Aaron: Oh right! And so it's about 30 minutes into it, and there's this shadow. The whole things empty, and I don't hear any voices, but I just see this woman'
PruRu: IllusionPruRu: Illusion5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know it's hard to tell
How mixed up you feel
Hoping what you need
Is behind every door
Each time you get hurt
I don't want you to change
'Cause everyone has hopes
You're human after all
Ivan was lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He was waiting for something to happen. Something important, even if it was a sad thing. He knew what was about to happen was inevitable, no matter what he did. Because everything that begins must come to an end. Even his relationship with Gilbert, after all those years they spent together, and all those things they went through. It had to end. The wall would fall soon.
-He will leave. -He said sadly and sighed, feeling tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. -No matter how many times he promises he won't I know he'll leave, da.
When Gilbert finally came to love him, Ivan expected them to be together forever, even knowing that wouldn't happen, he had the slight hope i
Like Amber Out on the balcony, amid the fragrant morning glories and azaleas, he leaned on the railing, letting the warm breeze caress his skin. It was nights such as these that reminded him of those Venetian nights so long ago; the distant sound of melodic voices rising from the gondolas, the lighthearted chatter of the inhabitants of his mansion, the polished marble glowing benevolently under the flickering torches which clung to the walls. Scent of food and wine and perfumed oil. Silk sheets like feathers to the touch.Like Amber6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eyes of amber. Auburn curls framing porcelain skin. Rosy lips, so soft...
He took a deep breath to clear his thoughts, gazing up at winking stars obscured by city lights. Someone was approaching. Daniel.
He let go of the railing and went back into the house, quickly descending the stairs to meet the other inhabitant of his abode. Before he even got to the door he knew something was wr
InsanityInsanity11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why must I continue to fight?
Why can't i just run away?
Why won't my legs let me run?
I want to be a coward, a coward....
I can't run away from my fears.
My destiny will not control me.
I musn't run away, I musn't run away.
I must stand, I must fight.
Charging onto the battlefield,
Dashing through the enemy,
A wave of destruction spreading in my wake.
I'll destroy all who stand in my way.
Yes, all will be destroyed.
I will destroy it all with my own hands.
Nothing will stop me now.
I shall wipe them all from existance.
What have I done?...
I've destroyed all I've hated.
But also all I've loved.
I have nothing left to lose.
I do not care anymore.
Hot blood flows through my body.
Millions of thoughts race in my mind.
I cannot make sense of it all.
There is no one there.
Everyones gone, all gone.
Have they left me, or have I left them.
Or were they ever even here at all?.....
Of Horror and Booze part 2Of Horror and Booze part 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of Horror And Booze part 2
Yes Part 2
Quick Summery: they watch another Horror movie and weird things happen on Norge's end at least
Added Warnings: slight DenNor fluff
Norge: *Sits up*
Don't do that
Den: then think of something
Norge: I don't know...
I'm just bored...
Den: try thinking then
Norge: But I don't know...
..What movie would we watch?
Den: idk...*gets up ti sift through movies*
Norge: *Watches curiously*
Den: *pulls out a random movie*
how bout this *shows cover*
Norge: Is it scary.......?
Den: can't you read?
Norge: Not Danish... and I can't see anything but ketchup on the cover..
Den: *looks at it*
Norge: Um... Okay
*Sits up straight, crosses legs*
Den: *puts it in and goes back to spot on couch*
Norge: *Stares at screen*
*Waits for movie to start*
Den: *after 4524523 previews the movie starts*
*goes to get more beer and snacks*
Norge: *Watches leave*
*Watches as man and woman attem
Armand is EmoArmand's Deviantart JournalArmand is Emo8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Mood: Pissed off
Eating: You don't wanna know
Drinking: My own blood. I taste good!
My life sucks. It's the suckiest sucky thing that ever sucked. I could get up off my ass and go to The Vampire Lestat concert. Which is okay I guess, because his songs are really stupid. Like "I Want To Drink Your Souls" and "Thousand Years of Louis's Crap" and of course, "Bitey Suck Bite Bite". And it doesn't help that I cut my hair while ago. It just grew back to its Renaissance length like that Claudia chic.
My life is just a big hell hole. You know it so sucks. And it's driving me crazy. Grabbing hold of me and devouring my flesh. I'm snugger right now than a pair of Lestat's jeans. Which look horrible on him by the way. Marius doesn't get me, you know. He thinks I'm cheating on him just because he saw me kiss a guy. Okay three guys. It was Daniel! And...Lestat and Louis. But I mean, c'mon. It's the 2000's now. Can't vampires have three to four hot boyfriends at a time if
Of Horror and BoozeOf Horror and Booze5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of Horror and Booze
A little RP thingy in a thread turned awesome
Norway appears out of no where basically then he and Denmark watch so random horror movie which in the midst of everything Norway get's drunk then things get interesting
Warning: hints of a previous one night stand, Norway stalking Iceland, Drunk off his ass!Norway and NorwayxBeer Bottle ((I'm not joking)), odd typos, Hints of DenmarkxFaroe(an OC)
*Opens door, lets self in*
Den: *asleep on the cough sprawled*
Norge: ... *Walks over to, flicks*
You were sleeping when I left last time too, is that all you ever do? Sleep and drink?
Den: *snaps awake*
what the hell?
.... no i do more stuff
what the hell are you doing here anyways?
Norge: Right, how could I forget, you sexually assault people too.
I've got nothing better to do...
The camera's I have to stalk Icel- ... Tv's broken...
So here I am...
Den: the hell? your still
KaomojiKaomoji6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Multiple Line Kaomoji:
（ﾟ､ ｡ ７
( )_( )
Single Line Kaomoji:
( =^)☆(^o^) [Kiss]
´o` [*Why Not??]
(ﾟД ﾟ ) [Shock]
Chapter 8: KidnappedChapter 8: Kidnapped4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
About a month after the sand fury fiasco, Queen Rheesa was sitting back on her throne. Another wearisome day in court and she was already itching to get out again. She let out a heavy sigh. She only got to see Ben every few nights when he would come by to make sure she slept. With herself on the throne and Ben helping Walter train soldiers, it left little time for the two lovers to spend together. Rheesa began to nod off after the last group of nobles left the audience room.
The blond man's voice startled her, making her jerk her head up, "What? What is it? More nobles?" she asked.
"Haha, no. That's all there was today. Out last night?" Ben chuckled.
"Yeah, I finally figured something out too. You know where Barlos is getting all those orders from? Me. The crown. I have somehow ended up working for myself." Rheesa joined in. Ben smil
100 yearsThe boy stepped out the door into the falling snow with a sigh of discontent. There had been a lot on his mind lately, and his runaway sibling hadn't made it any better. It was Ivan's 15th birthday, but he didn't care. He had only remembered when his sisters and remaining brother, Toris, woke him to a cake decorated with sunflower pattern frosting. It had lifted the cold from his spirits, for a while at least. But he was back out in the snow now, slush pulling down his shoes, and his mood. Steam puffed into the cold air as he slowly made his way to the bus stop with Toris trailing slightly behind, the younger's longish brown hair providing his ears protection from the biting cold as he face-planted.100 years5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ivan smiled despite himself and helped the Lithuanian to his feet."Are you alright?" The boy nodded and smiled brightly. "I'm fine, Iva." Ivan half smiled at the old pet name. No one really used it anyone, Raivis had applied it once in a desperate attempt to avoid Ivan's fury. At the though
The PLZ DictionaryPLZ- short-hand for please; an inactive account that is only used for its avatar in the likeness of an emoticon, whose username typically ends with "plz" (there are exceptions to the rule)The PLZ Dictionary9 years ago in Humor More Like This
plz-whoswho- a directory of PLZ accounts; some thought it to be a robot
PLZification- the act of creating an avatar to be used for a PLZ-account
(as defined by escanive)
PLZer- one who creates a PLZ
PLZd- the creation of a PLZ of a real deviant, i.e.- Real deviant: timmy64 PlZ: timmy64plz
If I were writtenIf I were written,If I were written11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how would I taste?
I could be a dictionary
- bland -
yet a necessity.
It's possible I could have
the flavour of receipts,
spit me out,
get your money back –
it won't affect your
Perhaps I'd be
a top-shelf magazine –
an addictive tang kept as a treat.
Maybe you'd trace
as if I were the icing of a sonnet.
If I were written,
I wonder if you'd try me
Arguments of Louis and LestatLouis' POVArguments of Louis and Lestat10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of all the shit he's pulled, this one takes the cake. You'd think he'd have learned.
"The answer is no," I said, turning on my heel in an attempt to end the conversation. Naturally, the brat had to pursue me and practically whine to get his way. He reminds me so much of a child sometimes it's unfathomable.
"Please Louis!!!", he whined.
"Pleeeeease!!", he whined again, this time adding a few little "bunny hops" for good measure. Where does he get the idea that this'll work?
"No!" I try to slam the door to my room and keep him out, but he's got his fat foot through the darn thing. The foot followed by his head and then the rest of him. I'm still trying to get away from his incessant whining but he's got me cornered by this point.
"Please Louis! I know Claudia was a disaster but this time's different! I swear on my honor!" I cast him a glance that clearly gave away my disbelief and aggravation.
"Since when have you had honor?" He glanced a
Maid For A DayMaid For A Day4 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was the week before summer began for Jerry and he was in a crisis. He needed to find a summer job. They were all taken but he needed one badly to be able to buy the stuff he wanted since his parents cut him off weeks before. So he decided to go through town again on another job search.
"Stupid parents, why did they have to cute me off?" Jerry angrily said, stressing out and frantically rubbing his hands threw his short black hair. "This sucks!" He said looking around again.
Jerry looked around town again and nearly came up with nothing. He was about give up until...
"Crap, nothing aga-..." At that moment he stumbled and bumped into an older woman. When he got up he opened his eyes to see a woman lying before him but she was in a black and white maids outfit. She looked to be in her early 20's and had flowing black hair and blue eyes. He helped her up to notice she was a little shorter than he was.
"Oh sorry bout that I wasn't looking where I was going." He explained.
"Oh no no, it's
Love will be our last emotion CH18Love will be our last emotion CH184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I blindfolded Courtney and I lead her out through the back of the venue, everyone else had gone to the after party.
"Baby, where are you taking me?" she was stumbling around.
"Take your hand in mine" She said as i lead her.
"Its ours tonight Courtney" I unblinded her.
"oh ha ha" She laughed.
"Whatt? You like my little reference?" I laughed.
"Well...you wasnt joking when you said its ours tonight" she laughed pointing at the empty tourbus.
"You're an observant one arent you" I teased.
We got onto the bus and I lead her to the back.
I asked Sammi if she could make the bus look more...romantic.
It was amazing, she put beautiful red silk throws over the sofas and everything looked so much better.
"Jake...whats all this about?" She laughed.
"You...you like?" I asked.
"Of course I do...but you dont need to go to all this tro.."
I put my finger to her lips.
"Hush, lets just enjoy some 'us' time" I cuddled her.
We both snuggled up on the sofa for a few minutes, we were
In Heaviness We Are HappySometimes hearts become heavy, this doesn't necessarily mean that they are unhappy. It simply implies that they have become weighed down by love. They've lived life and, although their bearers have tasted misery, still survived to breathe another day. That's special. If you've never cried tears of true sorrow then you haven't smiled with true happiness either.In Heaviness We Are Happy5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hearts become heavy because love isn't like helium. Love doesn't float in the clouds, it is weighty like metal. That's what makes love so precious, because like gold we cannot afford to lose it. You see, because of love's heaviness, we notice when it's gone.
Sometimes hearts become heavy, this doesn't necessarily mean that they are unhappy. Light hearts are lonely hearts, they've nothing to grasp onto. There is nothing to attach their insubstantial forms to reality, and so that is why some hearts are heavy. It's because they are alive.
Death's Breath On A Young Neck "Are you okay?" asked the voice from above.Death's Breath On A Young Neck5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah, I'm fine," replied the girl, alone and sobbing in the dark corner.
"Are you.... Are you entirely sure of that...?"
"Yes! Now go away!" she would have screamed it, but instead she choked on her tears.
But I'm not okay, the girl thought, and comforting hands on my shoulders mean nothing to me. That's why I continually shrug them off. Not because I am haughty, or proud, but simply because to me they are a waste of time.
Later that evening the girl's mother entered the room, "Hello sweetheart, how are you?"
"Alive," Came the brusque reply.
"Darling," her mother sat on the bed beside her, and took the girl's hands, "I'm worried that you're not dealing with all this."
"I'm dealing with it fine! I'm okay! To be honest, I don't give a damn! Who cares? It's gone! It's never coming back and it's never going to happen again, I'm dea