Kagome/Oc - FanficKagome/Oc - Fanfic1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Title: Dancing With Dragons
Summary: He had been betrayed by his clan when she found him, near death, by the riverbed. Indebted to her for her unnatural kindness, he pledges himself to her as her undying servant, friend, protector, and maybe even lover. Kagome/OC
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Inuyasha franchise however I do own Ryunosuke and the plot of this fanfic.
Note: This story was inspired while watching the Inuyasha episodes 73 'Shiori's Family and Inuyasha's Feelings', 53 'Father's Old Enemy Ryukotsusei'. In these episodes, the plight of Shiori's father struck me in my oh so soft romantic heart and that caused my imagination to soar. The images of him were also very handsome in my opinion and when you bring these two elements together before my eyes my brain goes wild and starts imagining these crazy fanfics. However instead of a bat demon I imagined a dragon!
Fumiko sighed as the servant wiped her brow with a cool, damp cloth.
TEXT - Renamon 02TEXT - Renamon 022 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Dominion ch 5"You got a lot of nerve." That's the first thing I say to Bradley in first period the next morning while he's sitting in his desk. He and his bottle-blonde girlfriend cease their conversation and both turn their heads to face me.Dominion ch 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's your problem?" the girl asks contemptuously.
"You know you really should stop bleaching your hair so much," I spit at her, gesturing to her hideously bright blonde head, "One of these days, it's all gonna fall out. And I wasn't talking to you."
"What's got your panties in a bunch Greyfield?" Bradley asks me in his usual cocky tone, not even bothering to defend his girl. Even with broken ribs the guy's a despicable little cretin.
"You," I almost growl, pointing a finger at his face, "Why the fuck did you lie about Kevin? Are you that big of a creep?"
"Hey, he knocked me down and fucked up my ribs!" he snaps, pointing to his side, "And now I can't play ball for weeks!"
"You're a fucking liar," I hiss through my teeth, glowering down at him, "He didn't ev
Dominion ch 6I can still remember my first year of preschool. I went in blue denim overalls, brand new tennis shoes that Mom still had to tie for me, and my hair combed nice and neat with a backpack full of crayons and a Sesame Street lunchbox. It was less than an hour before the teacher noticed me talking to myself, or at least that was what it seemed like. I had been sitting on the floor, playing with the little toy cars, but my eyes were looking up at the wall or the ceiling and talking to somebody that apparently nobody else could see. Of course my mother was concerned when the teacher told her about it when she came to pick me up at the end of the school day.Dominion ch 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's perfectly normal for a child his age to have an imaginary friend. Many kids that come through here do," the teacher, Mrs. Wied, told her, "He'll make some new friends, real friends, and he'll grow out of it. Just wait and see."Naturally I became pretty upset and threw quite the tantrum when Mrs. Wied, my mom, and my dad tried to say
Dominion ch 4Dominion ch 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After school, I usually take the bus. But today I ditch the bus full of screams and B.O. and decide to walk. It's a somewhat long travel from school to home, but I need to see what happened to Kevin today. It's unlike him to miss a day of school. Even on sick days, appointments, whatever, nothing would allow him to break his perfect attendance. So today, I decide to walk by his house to see why he was gone today.
His house is about four blocks away from the school house. I go around the back so I can view in through the backyard, where sure enough, that's just where he is. Kevin's is fairly big, at least compared to most of the dirt boxes around this town. Two stories and a lush, green, fenced in backyard with trimmed hedges, almost Home & Gardens Magazine-worthy.
Kevin is sitting on the edge of the hammock stuck in the ground about a yard away from the patio with the lawn chairs and a barbecue grill, his feet planted in the grass. He sits hunched over with his head held and a glum loo
Dominion ch 2Dominion ch 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even on Halloween, people stay away. It's after eight and only a couple of kids have stopped by the house. Mom is out late at a costume party with all her coworkers from the bank, so I'm left doing candy duty. I sit in the recliner in the living room with a bowl of candy in my lap, fully dressed in my Dracula costume, popping Sweettart after Sweettart in my mouth while I watch The Exorcist on the TV. I already took my cape off an hour ago, leaving me in just my velvet pants and puffy white dress shirt. That little girl's face is so hideously mangled. Do people really look like that when they're possessed?
The doorbell rings, so I haul myself up out of the chair and walk over to the door, bowl in hand. I open it to see a Terminator standing on the Welcome mat, dressed in a black t-shirt and leather pants and boots with straps of hand grenades in a X over his chest and a plastic machine gun in his left hand and a brown paper shopping bag in the other.
"Trick or treat." he says in the wor
Dominion ch 1Dominion ch 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hate sunlight. I always have. It's way too bright and burns my eyes, especially on cloudless days like these. Strands of my shoulder-length thick black hair fall over my eyes. It helps some, but it not quite enough. I hiss at it as I push my pitch-dark sunglasses over my sockets that leave me almost totally blind as I sit in the passenger seat of my mother's Mercedes. My head rests lazily against the glass of the car door window, acting as if asleep as Mom drives me to school.
This town is like a regular rainforest. Being smack in the middle of the forest, the town is filled with mile-high trees and dozens of other exotic plants you could only see in a rainforest. A regular nature-lover's paradise.
In about five minutes, we finally make it to my two-story institute-looking school. I would know all about institutes.
My mother gently nudges my shoulder with her fingers, trying to wake me as if I was asleep, which I'm not, but with the pitch-black glasses, who could tell the difference?
Dystopia vs Utopia IIFree, free at last! Finally out. Where to go? Which way? Who cares? Just go! The figure walked along the road under smog-laden skies. It followed the wreckage of asphalt and twisted metal. Whatever lay ahead had to be better than the ruins behind it. It found a strange device in one car, a board with wheels. It tested the durability, and then stood on it. After a few tries, the figure was moving much faster. It gave a hum of pleasure. The scarf fluttered behind it. Traveling made easier, the figure pushed on hoping to find another city, one that wasn't destroyed. It doubted such a place existed. There couldn't be a place where the air was safe to breath and food readily available. Crows called out in indignation as they were interrupted from their meals. The figure didn't care.Dystopia vs Utopia II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun sank slowly below the horizon, the lamps lit up, and the figure continued reading. The elderly woman kept babbling on about something coming. It turned another page. It would not move or care unti
Dystopia vs UtopiaThe world had changed. It was the same, but it was different. It pulsed with mechanical whirring. The sky had long since stopped being blue. It now showed its stains of orange and red and purple, signs of the deadly gases. Garbage crowded the streets and sewers overflowed. Rodents ran about afraid of nothing. Roaches, bedbugs, and lice plagued everything. Skeletal cars flipped on their roofs or sides, some with mangled decaying corpses. Sirens blared somewhere. In a dim-lit alley, somethingor someonemoved. Movement on a rooftop had feral cats hissing at the disturbance, and packs of wild dogs chasing after it. The figure stopped and frowned at the destroyed city. It felt the constant pounding of engines under its feet. "I want out."Dystopia vs Utopia3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The more things had changed, the more they stayed the same. Perfect manicured lawns presented perfect blue houses with white picket fences. Little flower beds bordered brick walkways and hybrid cars slept in thei
Demigod OriginDemigod OriginDemigod Origin2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Real Name: Maximilian "Max" Cairo
Alias: The Pantheon Paladin
Height: 5'10" (as Demigod: 6'10")
Weight: 160 lbs. (as Demigod: 650 lbs.)
Eyes: Dark Blue (in both forms)
Hair: Golden Blonde
Occupation: Harvard Professor
Base of Operations: Cambridge, Massachusetts; but often mobile
Maximilian "Max" Cairo was just a humble professor at Harvard University. His love for mythology and history, particularly those of the Greek, Norse, and Egyptian fields, earned him a spot as one of Harvard's most honorable and beloved professors; the other reason being that he has a heart of pure gold and is beloved by every student who takes his class(es).
One day, while he was doing research for his next lecture, something caught his eye. In one of his books, he noticed a symbol that combined a major symbol/icon from the three most ancient pantheons. It contained - in this order The Triple Horn of Odin, The Ankh c
The Mythology of Metal 2.0NOTICE: Many of you were fans of my old mythology of metal. Truth be told, I wrote those years ago when I first got into metal. It's been a long time, and I feel like it's time I revised it to fit my current knowledge of the holy music known as Heavy Metal. Enjoy fellow headbangers!The Mythology of Metal 2.03 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ozzy- First god of metal. He was the figurehead God who ruled with Iommi, the Great Creator at his side.
Halford - The Chosen Metal God. He resurrected the old ways of metal after it was betrayed by the four prophets.
Bruce Dickinson - God of light and arts and heir to the thrown of metal. His powers match that of the metal god himself.
Eddie the Head - Bruce Dickinson's chief advisor.
Vic Rattlehead - the ruler of The Mosh, the land of chaos
Cronos - The wise prophet who brought forth the wisdom that lead to the creation of Black, Death, and Thrash metal. He led the Cult of Venom.
Manowar - The legion of gods of Black wind, Fire, and steel.
Dio - Known as the Holy Diver. The messenger
Hair of DemonIt flowed past her pale shoulders, a river of black. Down her back, past wide hips, stopping just at the top of her thighs. It had taken years to grow, but now seemed as if it had always been there, its weight a comforting tug at her head as she moved.Hair of Demon5 years ago in Horror More Like This
She rarely did this look at herself in a mirror but she was curious as to what Brian had meant when hed called her a black-and-white photo of herself. Shed laughed at the time, thinking it was a joke, but the momentary flash in his eyes betrayed him. Now she wondered what he meant.
She stood away from the mirror, neck craned awkwardly to view the sheet of black as it splayed across her back. The contrast against her very white skin was indeed shocking. Why hadnt she noticed before?
Despite the indirect lighting, her skin was fishbelly white. Unhealthy, chalk white.
She was dying. But no... she was ima
Martial ARTsListen up people! I say that there should be a category for MARTIAL ARTS in deviantART.Martial ARTs6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
There's a reason it is called martial ARTS, and that it is because it is a creative form, much like dance, mime, and theatre. The category could be set up like so:
Martial Arts> Hard>Forms
I'm Scared"John" Sherlock whispered, locking his fingers between John's.I'm Scared4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes?" John replied, his tone empty and solid, resting his head on his partner's shoulder.
"I...I'm scared" Sherlock wheezed, his breathing heavy, his chest shuddering as he exhaled.
John's eyes closed from hearing the pain in Sherlock's voice, Sherlock stared pitifully at the large quantity of pills and injections that sat before him.
John's grip increased on Sherlock's hand, sending shivers up the mans bruised arms.
"I never thought..." Sherlock started, streams of tears rolled down his pale cheeks, "I never thought that I would be scared of..." his voice quieting.
"Of Dying?" John finished, he trembled, letting go of Sherlock and covering his face, crying out in frustration.
"Please Sherlock, will you be strong for me?" John Begged, "Your life is not over yet and I will be with you until it is, and when it comes to that day I will be there to hold your hand and tell you I love you, okay?"
Sherlock shook, his face w
SilenceSilenceSilence5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where evil things lurk
It's what follows the dark
Don't say a word
Just listen to the birds
If it stays
People go crazier
Silence can't last
It's when you have music
That silence becomes the past
The Phoenix and The Valkyrie (read comment first)There was a phoenix who found himself dying near Valhalla. He'd been there before during his many lives, yet had never died there. The phoenix knew his time had come once again, and proceeded to be consumed by himself. This time however, he'd noticed something different. He was greeted in the passing moments between death and rebirth, by a Valkyrie.The Phoenix and The Valkyrie (read comment first)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"I see there is a phoenix here. Most unusual"
The phoenix replied, "A Valkyrie of all creatures shouldn't be surprised at the existence of a phoenix."
"its not that I doubted their existence. I'd just never met one. It's not as though I get to know those I carry to the other side. It is a one way trip." replied the Valkyrie.
"it doesn't sound like much of a life, meeting people all the time, yet befriending none. Oh well, we shall meet again Miss Valkyrie." The phoenix said as he departed to his next incarnation.
Many dozens of years passed and the phoenix again found himself near the end of his life. He thought to pay Valhalla a visit agai
Shadows of the Dark: Chp 1::Shadows of the Dark::Shadows of the Dark: Chp 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Screams echoed the shadowy halls of the elegantly carved out saves as a drow awoke to find herself captive. Beside her was the unconscious form of her lover; they both were shackled against the walls by their wrists. The room was only lit by an eerily glow from a pool before them. The drow panicked as she glanced around the dim room, her head still throbbing.
V`laad? She whispered to the elf next to her but there was no response. V`laad Her voice trembled as she began to hear soft footsteps heading towards the room. Her blood ran cold as she stared wide eyed at the beings who walked before her. Fluid white eyes stared out her from heavy ridges on the slick, purple flesh of the thin humanoid figures. Where one would have a nose and mouth, these creatures had four tentacles hanging still. Their thin forms were clad in dark robes as their boney fingers clawed together. They were illithid: the feared brain devourers of the underdar
Llamas With Hats: A PoemThere, through the doorLlamas With Hats: A Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a man on the floor
And what's more Carl is there
There's a dead human, I say
What has made him this way?
So I command that Carl explain
I've never seen him, says he
Until you showed him to me
I've seen him never before in my life
I ask Carl why he'd kill him
My tone of voice is quite grim
But murder is Carl's least favorite thing
I demand again he explain
And with his expression unchanged
Carl denies all my claims, he'd been busy
He'd been in his room reading The Great Gatsby
And this man barged inside without asking
I am shocked when Carl finally says
"And I, uh I stabbed him 37 times in the chest."
Caaaaaaaarl, I cry
Why'd you make this man die?
But then I notice something is gone
Carl, I venture, his hands
What's that, he says, come again?
His hands, Carl, why are they missing?
He looks from me to the ground
Out of recognition does he make a sound
Eyes on me, he smiles and says
"Well I, uh, I sort of cooked them up. And ate
Llamas with HatsLlamas with HatsLlamas with Hats3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Paul: Carl, there's a dead human in our house!
Carl: Ooh, hey, how did he get here?
Paul: Caaaarl, what did you do?
Carl: Me? Um, I didn't do this...
Paul: Explain what happened Carl!
Carl: I've never seen em' before in my life.
Paul: Why did you kill this person Carl?
Carl: I do not kill people, That is, That is my Least favorite thing to do.
Paul: Tell me Carl, exactly what you were doing before I got home.
Carl: Well, I was upstairs...
Paul: Mhm, okay...
Carl: I was in my room, reading a book...
Paul: Yes,go on...
Carl: and well this guy walked in...
Carl: So I went up to him...
Carl: and I, uh, I stabbed him thirty-seven times in the chest.
Paul: Caaaaaaaaaarl, that kills people!
Carl: Um, oh, I Didn't know that...
Paul: Carl, how could you not know that?
Carl: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here, I suck.
Paul: What happened to his hands?
Carl: Whats that?
Paul: His hands, W-Why are they missing?
Carl: U-Uh, I, um... Kinda cooke
Introducing MiraIntroducing Mira the Rus'Introducing Mira3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-The sun was beginning to set over the city of Kiev. The clouds began to roll towards the Asian steppes and the stars began to pierce through the night time sky. Snow covered the streets, the house tops, the stone walls, everything. Lamp lighters began making their rounds. The average Kievan citizens retired for the evening. Parents called out to their children who were busy playing in the snow. Night time was no place for a child. The night belonged to an entirely different cast of characters. Soldiers from the local barracks searched for a good time. Virile and rowdy teenage boys, who fancy themselves men, poured into the streets. Serb bandits scoured the streets looking for easy pray. Greek traders sold their goods. Old drunks and working girls began to crowd the bars. My oh my, this was no place for a child.
TEXT - Renamon 01TEXT - Renamon 012 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Rain IIRain II4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Theyre back again
Pretending to be full
But really more like
There is some humidity
And a chill in the air
But its all just imaginary
I could step outside
That it still feels how summer
But I kind of like
Of wintery chills and
My WordsMy words are my lifeMy Words5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And my words are my soul
They will never abandon
They can never grow old
Though a word can be shouted
Or harsh, flat, and cold
They are words just the same
And have meanings so bold
Since the day I was born
At the end of the spring
When my mother would greet me
A book she would bring
She pointed out pictures
And taught me to sing
Of the words I could read
And the dreams I could dream
When I found that my words
Everywhere I could look
Could be put down on paper
I admit, I was hooked
All my teachers, they praised
All the others, they shook
To see my fair fervors
And love for a book
Now, my words havent faltered
And my words never slowed
From my fingers, they dance
Into sonnet and ode
They have given me much
Its a gift theyve bestowed
I shall have all my dreams
At the end of the road
My words have been with me
From ages unknown
I read like a zealot
My mothers seeds sown
All these words make a story
That story has grown
To make a narrative