A Very Skyrim ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through Whiterun,A Very Skyrim Christmas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a living thing was outside,
Except the guards, and Whiterun's local bum
Jarl Balgruuf was in bed, a bed fit for the Lord,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring him a Sword;
In the small house known as Breezehome, Lydia did slumber,
Wishing that for Christmas she would get a Sword of Thunder;
And Archer set out some milk and a sweet roll,
Preparing for the arrival of Santa, so he wouldn't get coal;
He had no idea what this man looked like,
But he hoped that he'd visit, possibly this night
He yawned tiredly, and then scratched his head,
Before going upstairs to sleep in his bed.
In the morning, he hoped, he would have some nice presents…
Well, after all, he'd been kind to the peasants,
When suddenly, in the living room, Archer did hear,
A large man was present… when did he appear?
With a focus, then a cast, Archer was see-through,
So he could sneak behind a chair, and see what the man would do.
He wore a large red
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
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
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
Slender manSlender man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slender man, oh slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Keeper of night, taker of day.
The Slender man awaits.
His tendrils slip,
His fingers drip,
He takes the life of whom he likes,
And disappears before the light.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Your fear will only feed him,
As he comes for you children,
Stalking, testing, waiting.
The Slender man will come for you,
Just wait and see.
He'll slip into your room tonight.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Oh there he is,
Hiding in the darkness,
Go look and see.
Fall asleep, he won't hurt you.
(Hush that was a lie)
Sleep tight tonight,
Have dreams so bright,
For the Slender man comes,
To end your life.
Dragon's Eye Sneek PeekIt was 10 oclock at night at the Toddson residence. Crickets were chirping cheerfully in the warm summer air, quietly playing their soft, familiar tune. A cool night breeze occasionally blew past, ruffling the leaves on the trees for a moment before continuing on its way. A golden retriever sniffed about, looking for some small furry animal to harass. Inside the faded white farmhouse around which all this was happening, a sleepy Maddy Toddson was watching TV.Dragon's Eye Sneek Peek6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
While her eyes were glued to the screen, she absent-mindedly fingered the pendent around her neck. She felt the cold silver of the necklace rub across her fingertips; a stark contrast to the strangely warm gem trapped beneath the cage of silver. The gem was about an inch around, and seemed to contain all the colors of the rainbow, and yet have no color at all. She had received it from her grandfather for her birthday; there w
Help Me...-Child Abuse-Help me pleaseHelp Me...-Child Abuse-8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't meant to
For whatever I did
My mommy came home one night
And called my name
She smelled like cigars and smoke
Her hair smelled like alcohal
And she couldn't stand straight
When I came down
She had a bottle that said B.E.E.R
I asked "etal emoh emac uoy d'yhw"
But she just threw the bottle at me
It shaddered into pieces
Sticking to me
One by One
It was so slow
I wished it could go faster
The pain didn't hurt
But the words that she spoke
She dragged me to a hidden closet
It got nails all over
But we never used this closet
It took all my breath
Just to say "?ereh ew era yhW"
She just said three words
I couldn't beleive my ears
She threw me into the wall
Tears came to my eyes
As it peirced into my skin
My mommy just left
As I fell to the floor
I was bleeding uncontrobaly
And the glass went in deeper
My tears mixed with my blood
My blood mixed with my tears
I'm not crying frome the pain
But from the words
Sticks and stones might break my bones
But if you got
When your hands can mimic birdsWhen your hands can mimic birds,When your hands can mimic birds3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you lose the need for sound.
A flight of words that bear no chirp
are none the less profound.
They don't perch on a pitch.
They don't possess the need .
They fly until you've seen their song,
then silently recede.
No one could find more freedom than
the freedom granted flight.
No one can see more beauty than in
words passed left to right.
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and CompetitorsContents:OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and Competitors3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-Qualities for a Good Host
-Qualities for a Good Judge
-Qualities for a Good Competitor
-General Tips for Running an OCT
-General Tips for Competing in an OCT
Believe it or not, being a host isn't as great as you might think. Being a judge is no better. Often times people create an OCT without putting forethought into what they're committing to, which is why so many OCTs usually end up abandoned or never getting off the ground.
Qualities for a Good Host
+While anyone can make a group and start up an OCT, here are a number of things you should consider before doing so.
-Time: Being a host requires having lots, and lots of free time. You may think that the biggest aspect of time is spent on judging, but that's far from truth. Hosts are constantly answering questions, making sure things are submitted to correct folders, posting updates, organizing events, planning, and dealing with members. The audition phase is by far the most taxing part of th
Character Sketch - JulianCharacter Sketch - Julian9 years ago in Horror More Like This
The vampire Julian walks through a storm, and where he’ll end up inside of it is a mystery. Will he stay in the eye of the tempest today and be gentle and silent and kind? Or will he live on the edge, in wind, rain, and blood, consumed by a sharp and ruthless lust for a beating heart to call his own? Alas, they are stopped dead when he reaches in to hold them close, and so he gains nothing. For him all is ruin: broken toys and forgotten figures of glass and stone. He keeps these things within the storm to remind him of his own existence, of years nearly passed out of memory. Gray skies stain everything the color of death to put his soul at ease.
Small GodsI brought down the gods for you -Small Gods4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left city streets in shame
and maimed the victors with thorns,
just to make you believe
in angels again.
Truth was never my home,
but I sought your history
in every face that fell
from too much grace and favor
or gazed upon the living
like so much cattle.
And I could feel you
time's sharp little acrobat
but nothing can grow in earth
this meek and soiled;
and my hands are bloodied
by the cries
of those you left starving.
Dragon's Eye: PrologueDragon's Eye: Prologue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm. The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain. A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches. And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth.
Come on, its just a little bit farther, called the man in the lead. He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush with an air of someone who had done it many time before. The woman behind him, however, wasnt having the same amount of luck.
I sure hope this it worth it, Will! shouted the petite Asian woman as she pulled her shirt free of another branch. I dont know how mu
A note from Mr. DeathWhy you running away from me, friend?A note from Mr. Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm not so very scary as you'd like to believe.
I exist much like the ghosts you constantly talk of. I can creep through cracks, seep through holes, walk through walls.
But I'm like Casper, I'm a good guy. Mostly.
Centuries of knowledge and science cannot end me. Perfect me. Advance me. Control me.
I was there in the catacombs of the ancient kings.
And I'm here beside you now
I haven't changed.
That's just the kinda guy I am. Loyal 'til the end (if you'll pardon the pun).
But don't get me wrong,
I can be a little morbid too. I do, after all, like to watch you go about your daily lives.
I watch you when you are afraid, when you sit sick in hospitals, when you curse Gods and call me.
I sometimes like to watch you live (knowing I could save you but choosing to wait). Makes me feel better about myself.
And you see, an old guy like me gets bored easily.
Sometimes I like to meet my 'victims' before the actual 'crime'. And all these advances in medical te
Basics of Make UpBasics of Make Up4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Basics of Make Up!
A lot of people asked to give them advice about how to do make up, so I collected the important things. But I'm not saying that eyeryone should do it in this way, I just want to give some help.
So here you go :
Some advices for choosing your make up-type:
- first, you need to make sure which colours fit your skintone! For example, if you have a bit darker skintone, brown hair and brown eyes, never use blue eyeshadow on the upper eyelids! It's very important, you don't want to look tasteless. Apply the colour and ask your friends, how does it look on you, or ask a professional.
Simple or Dramatic?
- unfortunately dramatic make up with bright colours and bold eyeliner doesn't fit everyone. Make sure you didn't overdo your everyday look.
- so which shade emphasize your eyecolour? Examine the colour wheel: the complementer colours are in front of each other, they're opposites (green-red, blue-orange, yellow-purple) they emphasize each other. You ca
Love Is...Love isLove Is...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The stroke of a soft cheek.
The sound of anothers heart beat.
The feeling of their hair in your hands.
The brush of fingers against their back.
The telling of secrets and stories.
The apology of a hidden lie.
The pair of lips pressed against a scar.
The sight of watching them sleep.
The softness of their voice.
The warmth of being held close
The sharing of an ice cream cone.
The quilt around two cold bodies.
The caring of their aching cough.
The confession of ones feelings.
The shakiness as they kneel.
The box with the ring inside.
Kissing SecretKissing Secret3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Be still, be still and close your eyes
Do not peek, it's a surprise
The cold hand clouded her sky blue eyes
She bit her lip and felt revived
Shhh, my dear, do not speak
She smiled softly with a squeak
She felt a breath upon her cheek
She ruffled her jumper above her feet
A peck tickled across her dimple
The kiss so small, yet sweet and simple
Oh, but sweetie, your aim is weak
You missed the spot, but reached my cheek
The hands sneaked around her waist
To trap her body just in case;
The kiss makes her lose her all
To carry her in case she falls
Soon she begins to flush and sway
As the kiss heads her way
A year poemWhite coat of silence for the old man,A year poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of a long life and too many memories,
Sweet and sour melody of melancholy,
Lord Winter is passing by,
Crossing the time without a sound, without a whisper.
Green dress of young leaves,
Childish laughs, bells of flowers
Lady Spring, still pregnant of a new life,
Follows him, brings joy and warmth,
All sadness is slowly vanishing
A pure light of gold in his hair,
A thousand smells from Nature in a great symphony,
Life is triumphing and Lord Summer is singing,
The Sun is shining, celebrating this birth,
The hearts are forgetting
Forgetting the shadows in Lady Fall's gown,
She walks with elegance and deception,
Her lullaby as the most peaceful spell,
Everything soon is sound asleep,
Dreamless slumber for all beings...
And Lord Winter covers them with his white coat of silence
DepressionThoughts run through your mindDepression10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'I'm a failure, I'm worthless'
Feel like you're being left beind
Invisible to everyone
Your world is just so bleak
You believe words they say
'You're pathetic, unwanted'
You must be that way
Got no one to turn to
Your 'friends' have all gone
They didn't have a clue
You slit your wrists, want to die
Through your veins runs despair
Ashamed, it's all your fault
To you life isn't fair
Sat in a corner, tears in your eyes
There's no hep, you're on your own
Force a smile so they don't realise
You just can't cope anymore
That's not true, there's someone there
To help you out, help you through
Help you sort troubles, beat depression
Making you a happier you
The scars a permanent reminder
Of all the pain you survived
You're not worthless or a failure
Not pathetic or unwanted
Ueber die AnaehÜber die AnaehUeber die Anaeh4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Die Anaeh gleichen in ihrer Erscheinung oft in vielen Punkten den Elfen, allerdings gibt es gleichzeitig einige Unterschiede. Auch sieht keiner von ihnen gleich aus und ihre Erscheinung kann sehr unterschiedlich ausfallen:
So gibt es sowohl Individuen mit bläulicher Haut, schimmernd und glänzend (sieht aus wie Eis oder gefrorene Haut) als auch Anaeh mit Haut so weiß wie Schnee. Auch gibt es Farben dazwischen, vereinzelt je nach Eltern gibt es auch Individuen die eine eher gescheckte Färbung aufweisen. Allen ist aber gemein, dass sie niemals dunkle Haut haben und ihr Farbton sich stets in die eisige Umgebung eingliedern lässt, so kann sich ein Anaah durch seine Erscheinung perfekt im ewigen Eis tarnen.
Daher kommt es auch, dass die Anaeh alle weißes Haar haben, vielleicht fällt es bei dem einen oder anderen etwas mehr silber aus oder hat gar einen leichten bläulichen Glanz, aber
He loves me, he loves me not__He loves me, he loves me not__4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'd think you know someone
after living with them for
a few years. but, you'd be
to think such a ridiculous thing
For, who truly knows oneself better
than that person himself?
Years of loyalty and trust you give
to this person, but he takes that for
Of course he would *snicker*
I have come to the conclusion
that all men are
Sitting by candle light
I stare out the rain-stained window.
It's pouring a monsoon outside
but I can see a faint outline of a figure.
Moments escape. . .
Tick. Tock. Tick.
The door opens behind. And there he is.
"Oh! You are awake..."
"Where were you?"
At work doing over time, he tells me.
Walking to him, I catch a scent of
Taking off his drenched coat, I can see
the side of his face in the dim candle light.
A red smear. A pair of runny lip stains.
That fool did he think the rain would wash
away the evidence and leave it
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.Tears4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.
He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them."
"They mean nothing."