UMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 RevampedUMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 Revamped1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: X-Men series
First Appearance: X-Men: Evolution "X-23 (2003)"
Voiced by: Tara Strong
Theme song: ???
Alternate costume: Classic X-23
Stage: Bio Plant Disaster (Shared with Marrow)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Ankle Slice QCF + M
Charged Ankle Slice QCF + Hold M
Decapitating Slice QCF + H
Charged Decapitating Slice QCF + Hold H
Aerial Axe Kick
Crescent Scythe DP + P
Mirage Feint QCB + P
_Sweep The Floor
_Crouching Toe Stabs
_Raging Bull Rush
Rage Trigger QCF + PP
Weapon X's Revenge
Silent Kill QCB + PP + S
Alpha: Stabbing Claws
GENZOMAN Art TipGENZOMAN Art Tip3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
GENZOMAN: quick tip
GENZOMAN: when you do chara design
Whitestar2: I've never heard of Art Neuveau. But I'm a big fan of impressionism.
GENZOMAN: dont think in people
GENZOMAN: think in cats
Quetzalcoatl: why cats =O?
Rei_Kinomoto: cats? XD
Whitestar2: The master has spoken!
Rei_Kinomoto: why master, why cats?
GENZOMAN: see anime
magnaxeon: cats D: i hate/love cats >.
Fate?Why the hell am I hereFate?1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where silence SHRIEKS and SCREAMS
And invades every one of my dreams?
I use to have hopes and goals
And now I just breathe and desperately hope
To make it through another day and not choke
But there is no peace in my life
I have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Have found that friends are enemies and all have lied
I wish to be set free
I run screaming down the snow-encrusted street
But there is nothing there and no one do I meet
God! I scream! Do you not see me here?
What did I do to deserve such torment and hate
Was I born simply to fulfill this fate????
ChoicesBrain hissing for release from the painChoices7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sanity stretched by impossible strain
That moment standing at the fork in the road
Knowing that neither will lighten the load
This way says hatred with a deceptive smile
Dancing and beckoning with devious guile
Come this way says corruption with a crude leer
Promising sweetly that you have nothing to fear
With a laugh of pure bliss you sink to your knees
Death smirks, knowing you always do as you please
Sophies SilenceSophies Silence10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the darling child, Sophie, with her adorable smile;
her mother was out she'd been gone for a while;
she was so content just there playing alone;
the door slams shut her daddy's home;
she ran to greet him with open arm;
but wasn't instead of a hug to sophie's alarm;
all she recieved was a heartless stare;
and then he forcefully grabed her by her hair;
there was the flame of hatred in his eye;
poor little sophie struggled and started to cry;
her little life snatched by a single blow;
the actual reason she's never know;
her father you see, he had a bad day;
and at that moment Sophie was in his way;
fathers wrath soon turned to sorrow;
and just think she'd be 5 tomorrow;
now she lays lifeless on the floor;
now starts Sophie's silence, she'll smile no more
Ask the Artist interviewAsk the Artist interview1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with `loish
~MemoiresDuneFille asks "Loish, what inspired you to become an artist?"
I can't say that anything specific really inspired me. It was more a natural progression. I have been drawing since I was very young and honestly do not remember when I even started doing it, but I do remember always enjoying it and seeing it as my 'talent' throughout elementary and middle school. By the time I had to make a career choice in high school, I decided to do pursue it professionally because I just couldn't stand dividing my time between schoolwork and making my personal drawings. It was torture! So I felt I had to do it in order to stay sane :] That's pretty much how it went!
*merry-zazoue asks "You're doing both animation and illustration, how can you manage to have a good level in both? I'm an animation student and I love illustration too, do you have any advices? Aside working like crazy of course! I'm already doing it ^^"
I think the main reason I do both is because
Cold RainRainCold Rain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky darkens
Her heart mourns
The loneliness grays
Her future forlorn
She feels upon her face
Cold spatters of drops
Rush of fierce wind
Cool that won't stop
No thunder, no lightning
No life excitement
Just dull and dark
A heart that laments
She quickly becomes soaked
In the agony of the day
Puddles quickly form
That want to wash her away
And she lets go
Like the clouds have released
Her pain pours out
Crying that won't cease
Her tears mix with the
Cold cleansing rain
Falling to the ground
But not easing her pain
A Warrior's PledgeWe, the children of the earthA Warrior's Pledge6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pledge to protect, guide & care for
the innocent, sick & oppressed who have
been broken through illnesses, circumstances
or crimes against humanity.
I, (Insert Name), pledge to do all that I can
Within the best of my ability to aid
My fellow brothers and sisters of the human race
Who have suffered burdens
through the ignorance & selfishness of mankind.
I will strive to eradicate fear
& spread God's universal message
of love & peace
One soul at a time
to those suffering from the poverty
of the mind, spirit or body.
I promise to help them rise,
To aid their wars with courage & faith
To make this place a better world
If not for us, then for the generations
& for this I am called to duty,
to fight the war that has developed
through the decadence of society
Saving one life at a time
With all that I am & ever will be.
Love Song for DagmarShes a glutton, shes no kitten; she can stuff her face for BritainLove Song for Dagmar6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
See her sitting in her Citroen, you can spot her from afar.
She is buxom, she is brazen, see her bottom, its amazing,
She is straining at the straplets of her cantilevered bra.
Shes an airship, shes a trawler, still I worship and adore her
Shes a randy landslide riding in her flash French car.
As a goddess, shes the oddest, and shes vulgar and immodest
Shes the empress of breast, she is my sweet Dagmar.
Shes no figment, shes no fragment, shes a fat fridge magnet
and shes sticking like a limpet to that big white door.
You can like it, you can lump it, shes a slattern, shes a strumpet
You can fill her to the limit - shell come begging you for more.
I am smitten, sycophantic; in her panties shes gigantic
As Im straddled, panting, frantic on the pinewood pantry floor.
See her glorious posterior, imperious, superior -
WORLD WAR Z: Lucky[Excerpted from the blog @ ISurvivedTheZombieApocalypse.com*]WORLD WAR Z: Lucky5 years ago in Horror More Like This
[The following emotional interview was conducted between one of our esteemed reporters and a now world-renowned survivor of the events that occurred following Z-Day**. Our interviewee wishes to remain unnamed at this time, until the release of her debut non-fiction novel in mid-December, title yet to be disclosed.]
Im Im so sorry. Its just its been so hard to adjust to the way things were before. Well, as close as itll ever be, I guess. So they say. I cant just switch gears.
Thats completely understandable. Take your time. </i>
I have to tell myself over and over that this isnt just another cover up. That this isnt just the calm before the storm. Because if theres anything worse coming than what we went through already, I dont think were going to make it. Any of us. Its come to a point wh
They Watch UsThey Watch Us:They Watch Us1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.
I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...
I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.
The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.
And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012
SymbioticThis is the story of two.Symbiotic1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Symbiotic: mutually beneficial; interdependent.
Death and Life. Life and Death. Such heavy words, such heavy words…
Let it be known that Life is indeed a fragile scale that must be balanced. Without balance, Death can take over. The one single thing that tips this balance so often is this idea of happiness.
Happiness: the state of being happy.
Happy: feeling pleasant or content; satisfaction.
Satisfaction in ones life is so incredibly rare, and one must wonder how the word keeps turning...the balance is so greatly disturbed with this un-happiness that it has driven many to end their own Life. Death has taken over. The balance is crushed under the weight of dissatisfaction.
I often wonder why people are unhappy. The gift of Life is bestowed upon them. I do not say by God. I do not believe in God. But this is not to be discussed now.
Life is, without a doubt, a gift. A gift from the universe and all things considered, we have no right to live. We shouldn&
The KrakenThe Kraken1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your life is a boat
Wandering the desolate seas.
But then nothing.
Until the heavens open.
The seas waves grow and grow
Hitting your mast,
What guides you
pulling you on your right path.
In the dark deep waters
Lurks a demon.
A demon so big
It will swallow you whole.
until your last dying breath.
Your worst enemy.
It will wrap its deadly tentacles around you.
Squeeze away your pleading scream.
It's your life's worst enemy.
The WallThe WallThe Wall2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Death does accompany this man, adherent, though, not friend. A tool at times, but never loved, a means to bitter end.
There is a wall on Coruscant, black marble, smooth and cold.
There is a wall on Coruscant, two thousand steps, all told.
There is a wall on Coruscant, framed by eternal flames.
There is a wall on Coruscant that bears a million names.
A million names cut into stone, a million men are dead.
A single name is missing there, just one remains unread.
Two thousand steps he walks along, to pay his last respects.
The sole survivor, he's the one that Death always rejects.
He parts the masses milling there, the gawkers drawing back,
The mourners he just passes by, a wraith clad all in black.
The memories that haunt their minds, they follow in his wake,
Reflections staring from the stone, they paid for pride's mistake.
He cannot say he grieves for all, some did deserve no less.
But countless lives were squandered there, the Emp'ror to impress.
He halts where
Night Lighttwilight drapes the world in the suns last light,Night Light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
moonlight brightens night's shadows,
starlight brings the wishes for dawn,
and midnight is a black shadow with a fire in its soul.
I love youI love you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Love You,
Three simple words,
Said by many,
Three simple words,
Abused by many,
Three simple words,
Meant by many...
So from me,
What do they mean?
When you cry,
When you laugh,
When you fight,
When you love,
And when you're alone,
Have no where to go,
There is no hope,
I am there...
To hold you,
To comfort you,
To protect you,
To let you know,
I will always,
With all my heart,
With the meaning known,
I leave you,
With these three,
Very simple words...
Very Powerful words...
Truly spoken words...
Those three words,
That simply mean
I Love You
Family Forever Chapter 3 - The TowniesFamily Forever Chapter 3 - The Townies2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I couldn't help but smile as Al ate the last slice of the apple pie, I had made the right decision two years ago. He had reached his goal, to be able to eat apple pie and I had reached mine, to reunite his soul with his body he longed for without using anyone else. Who needs alchemy when they have such great family and friends like I do? Alchemy played a purpose in my life; to please mum, to make her happy for the last few years of her life. And even though we went out of our boundaries with it, we learnt from our sins and kept walking forward. And I know that mum is out there, with dad watching over us crying tears of joy together.
"Brother I've been thinking " Al told me, his voice shaking. "What if instead of just sitting here in the country, we move around like before helping others?" I let out a faint smile.
"Oh Al," I laughed, ruffling his neatly combed hair, "We should, repaying everyone who helped us on our way but with that bit
Mah Best Friend is See-ThroughThe last of the day's rain dripped golden from the eaves and leaves of the city of Altalamatox. It flowed in molten veins between the cobblestones, dashed though the gutters as liquid amber, diving down drains and hills and all away into the vast lake.Mah Best Friend is See-Through3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Perched on a lakeshore hill, its glass dome rising above neighboring buildings, windows glinting in the evening light, the Greater Altalamatox Public Library stood serene as the ivy that feathered its walls. Inside it buzzed like a hive as its denizens wrapped up for the night.
The bulk of the bustle ringed the front desks, where carts jammed with books were being muscled away into the sorting rooms or back off into the shelves for the next day, with a liberal scattering of people dancing their way through the traffic on individual errands.
Shad, the marble centaur whose existence as a sentient statue had not excused the teen from a terrible case of acne, was cantering after the Library's flock of troublesom
for a friendThe sky is captured in his eyes, clear and blue.for a friend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The weather etched smile is honest.
The slender face says sixty; it lies.
It is that and half again.
Knobby hands sun baked and brown
peek out from ragged gloves.
They seem part of the old split locust post
where they are resting;
one of the row of soldiers
that keep watch on their field and its occupants.
The smile broadens as I approach.
I help stretch the wire.
His archaic dialect fills the road
with cows and snow and the yankees
that his grandparents saw marching.
The hours pass pulled by the mule
he plowed with as a boy.
He mentions his wife
they'd been married almost 60 years.
She "took sick" and died (at her own hand)
some 15 years ago.
(it is sad what people must do to escape pain)
But he only remembers the little things
she did so often to help him
they are bittersweet candy.
I know he misses her.
I smile as we finish.
He offers to pay me,
but I refuse it.
6 Painful Truths About MeNYoui.6 Painful Truths About MeNYou4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I feel like a grenade just went off in my head and your words are the shrapnel buried in my brain.
I wish I could erase the marks on my thighs but they will always say fuck you and remind me of what you did to me.
I can never sleep anymore because every time I do you turn my dreams into nightmares. I would try sleeping pills but I'm afraid one will turn to two, three, and four, and then I would surely overdose and crumple to the floor.
My knees still hurt from begging you to stay but you said I was pathetic and wasting my time. I guess you were right.
I saw my reflection in the mirror earlier and didn't appreciate what I saw. I punched the mirror hoping I would fall to pieces just as my reflection would. You broke everything I thought I used to be; now I hate all that I see.
I wanted us to last longer but I ran out of words and you ran out of patience and we both ran out of time. Now I have nothing left but cold bed sheets and this goddamned rhyme.
CasanovaCasanova2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the old town of Venice
The sin was born
One man, in the moonlight,
Took a woman's soul
She got doomed
But it seemed fair
That one night with him
With nothing left to tear
Centuries have passed
Even the rain turned cold
The sin lived
In the other men's blood
He looked at me and said
"Be the flame not the moth"
He was hypnotizing,
But he's Casanova, he can't love.
He likes numbers
And I was 24
I gave my body to his arms
I used to cry back then, but not anymore
That one night,
I remember it well
The stars came down
With no words to tell
Because we were one
Under the endless sky
The morning you left
Every part of me died.
You think you're in love
You have to grow up"
And yesterday I saw him,
I guess he hurt the one he loved,
His look wasn't hypnotizing
Maybe, he got a broken heart
You have to become a man
To treat a girl right
This life, you know,
Is one big fight
But still, I'd come back
I'd give myself to you
Only if you said
You love me too...
Smile In My SleepSmile In My Sleep1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can't see me
You can't tell me who I want to be
What can I do
To convince you
That I am all you'll ever need?
And I start to understand
And I smile in my sleep
I watch you Mr. Death
I know what you want
Dying is your greatest
You taunt me with life
I smile knowing
You can't get me this time
So forgive the misgivings
I've tried so hard to find you
I even see you in my dreams
Your face turned blurry and hued
And I waved goodbye to Mr. Death
As I breathed my last breath
As I smile in my sleep