ChoicesBrain hissing for release from the painChoices2 years 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
Hollow soulsHollow soulsHollow souls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They will never be the same.
These haunted spirits who know too well the things they've see.
The darker days have come to be.
When Happiness cause pain.
You know you can not smile to joy or laugh through that rain.
when our spirits are lifted we feel insane.
Because happiness is done this day.
They look back and can not see the way forward.
They see ahead because they can't remain in the present
I pull a breath and scream,"it is not the same"
When Contentment is dull and the living is easy.
The world hasn't change, the sun raises and the birds sing, but things will never be the same. Nothing pleases me, the world feels dull and my mouth struggles to speak, because nothing will be the same, since I lost you.
Fate?Why the hell am I hereFate?2 years 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????
GENZOMAN Art TipGENZOMAN Art Tip4 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 >.
WORLD WAR Z: Lucky[Excerpted from the blog @ ISurvivedTheZombieApocalypse.com*]WORLD WAR Z: Lucky6 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
Love Song for DagmarShes a glutton, shes no kitten; she can stuff her face for BritainLove Song for Dagmar8 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 -
Souvenir borealAux mains d’une matriarche féroceSouvenir boreal2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vint l’unique soutien sororel.
Envers les réminiscences atroces,
Nul oubli ne devint éventuel.
Idéale, une rencontre précoce
Réunit l’amour grâce à un enfant.
Éperdu guerrier du pays de glace
Combattit les smilodons moins agiles.
Loup des neiges, tel un gardien tenace,
Allie des talents innés et habiles.
Tant il fut un admirant responsable,
Arriva la fille, d’humeur fébrile.
Néanmoins, l’héritier raisonnable
Tomba sur un trésor de sentiment.
Ask the Artist interviewAsk the Artist interview3 years 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
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 RevampedUMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 Revamped3 years 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
Weight Loss PlanI told you that I loved you.Weight Loss Plan5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said nothing, then apologized.
Love doesn't come in
'IB' - Chapter Five'IB' - Chapter Five3 years ago in Horror More Like This
As Dib stood outside of his home, he couldn't help the overwhelming loneliness that washed over him. After the neighbours reaction, he highly doubted anyone would take him seriously. Not like they had taken him seriously before anyway.
On top of the extreme aloneness, the boy was feeling a massive amount of paranoia. His house had proven to be just as dangerous a place to be now, and after seeing how easily and quickly Zim could infiltrate it, he realized he would never feel at peace inside of it. He would always be looking around himself, checking to make sure he was truly alone.
Dib took only small, slow steps towards the house now, his eyes flicking everywhere as he scanned for any threats. He was quite jumpy now though, so when a small leaf flew by him he jumped backwards a step and let out a high pitched scream. He began to breathe rapidly until realizing it was just a leaf before taking a deep breath and staring forward again, his eyes continuing to scan his environm
The Dragon of Metal Chapter 6The Dragon of Metal Chapter 6:The Dragon of Metal Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Training(Torture) Begins
Chores, chores, CHORES!
Jack /hated/doing chores! Wearily stumbling into his room, he fondly remembered the times when he lived at home, and his parents would just hire people to clean for them. And when he moved out, he just ordered his robots to clean for him. Not here!
Exhaustion had seeped down to his very marrow and, right now, his mat was looking like the most comfortable thing in the world.
He'd only just finished cleaning, which was what he'd spent his entire morning doing since BEFORE the sun was up!
Jack had a few rules, and in that set of rules was that he was not to do anything remotely productive until well past 10:00. Well they just tossed that out the window!
He really should have payed more attention to Aeris last night, having stupidly agreed to help with the cleaning and the chores. Maybe he wouldn't have minded as much if it weren't for the sheer MAGNITUDE of them! Okay, he still would have been annoyed, but
Fem!PrussiaxReader- AloneFem!PrussiaxReader- Alone3 years ago in Romance More Like This
NOTE: THIS IS A YURI READER INSERT DON'T LIKE DON'T READ oh and by the way I'm your best friend in this story :>
You were the popular girl at school. You were surrounded by friends and you were never on your own. Being loved by everybody felt boring at times. You did have your close friend though, Ana Fatima-Couto (THAT'S ME 8D). The Portuguese girl was a tough cookie and was like your personal body guard.
One day, you and Ana were in the park, sitting on a bench. The cool breeze blowing through your (h/c) hair and the sun shone on your face making your (e/c) eyes sparkle. You and Ana were talking about everyday events. You hadn't noticed an infamous albino girl sitting under a shaded tree, staring at you.
Her name was Julchen Beilschmidt. She was a Prussian transfer student who arrived months before. You noticed how the red-eyed beauty was alone all the time. You wondered why this was. I mean, all Julchen ever talked about was how awesome she was (which you agreed with her on th
Hans: Chapter One"Mother, look!"Hans: Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The queen of the southern isles looked over at her youngest son playing by the fire.
The four year old's fingertips were spitting up flames nearly as red as his hair, hotter than the ones produced by the fireplace.
She smiled adoringly and waved him over.
"Now dear, you know the rules." He pouted as she slipped his white gloves over his hands. "You're supposed to be controlling them, not playing with them. You heard what Pabbie said."
"But mother, why can't I learn to use them?" he whined.
"You are the only one of your brothers to have these powers. What if people were to think you different from us?" The queen pursed her lips here. Strangely, Hans was her only child to be born with any sort of magical quality. In the darker parts of the Southern Isles, people were already whispering about why they had continued to produce children after twelve, since thirteen was considered an unlucky number.
"Where else would I have come from, mother?"
She didn't want her youngest son
Our DutyWe swallowed the path homeOur Duty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
'IB' - Chapter Twelve'IB' - Chapter Twelve3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Dib remained in an almost trance-like state for a few moments as he recalled a few memories of Zim. He took another deep breath before speaking again in a quiet tone. “Zim... He was pretty interesting.”
"Yes? What is his personality like?" The doctor questioned, beginning to write again at the others decision to elaborate more on the subject.
Dib slowly looked back to the doctor, shifting in his seat as he considered the question. “Well, he was loud and obnoxious and would often insult the human race whenever he had the chance to. But, he was very proud of his race and his leaders. He made every attempt to take over Earth even if he failed every time. But I liked that about him...” Dib’s voice trailed off some as his gaze lowered. “I admired that about him actually..”
Dr.Gaul hummed and nodded his head a bit. "Well, I can only chalk this up as more schizophrenia from how you say this. You seem very fond of this little delusion as
'IB' - Chapter Three'IB' - Chapter Three3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Upon realizing there was no sign of the Irken even making an attempt to get into his house, Dib felt it were safer to be in there now than outside so he rushed towards it in quite a hurry. Once he had burst in the door, he slammed it furiously behind him and turned to lock the door for an extra sense of security. Hopefully Gaz had a key to the house so she wouldn't bother him with her obnoxious banging as she did quite often.
After locking the door, Dib turned his back to it and leaned against it, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself after all of the stress he had endured that day. Unfortunately, he could only think of Zim as he stood there, images of that haunting grin flashing in his memory.
The boy let out a groan of both agony and frustration as he headed towards the downstairs bathroom, pulling out a first aid kit to bandage his wounds before heading up to his bedroom hoping that some relaxation would help to clear his mind. Of cours
My WorldMy WorldMy World3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's my world, my time
The mazes abundant in it's own crime
To pick apart to build again
I am left alone, to only me I fend
I indulge myself in the sweet nothings
In complete bliss- yes quite becoming
It's something that only belongs to me
No you can't see, it's meant to only be
ClawsDib had grown accustomed to certain things over time. So he was used to now sleeping on the floor of his room while having Zim around. The Irken seemed to find Dibs home rather pleasant after being demoted from Invader. Dib had decided to let him stay. He felt it was his chance to learn a bit about the alien, even though he wasnt really a threat anymore. A camaraderie formed between Irken and human over the course of a few weeks. Now, Dib was adapted to having the Irken around so often that he didnt know what it would be like if Zim ever decided to leave.Claws8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As he awoke, Dib sat up and stretched, looking over at the used to be his bed and the figure sleeping soundly in it. Zim was usually the first one awake, albeit always a little too early for Dibs liking. But lately the alien was suffering the Irken equivalent of a head cold and he had not been functioning at maximum efficiency.
Dib let the sleeping Irken be and got up, quickly throwing on some suita
Osi's Guide to RoleplayingOsi's Unofficial Guide to RoleplayingOsi's Guide to Roleplaying7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Hi, and welcome to my unofficial guide to roleplaying. ^^ Before we begin, I'd like to point at that I am not, in any way, saying that what I write here is the only, or the best, way to roleplay: I am merely setting up a guide for those who have no idea about how to go about it, or would like some hints on how to improve their roleplaying.
Questions, and suggestions, are both appreciated and loved.
The basics: Style
First off, I'll start with the very basics of roleplaying - the style. There are two main styles of roleplaying:
The first is where you use asterisk to show movement or gesture that your character makes.
eg: *Osi stands on a soap box to address the crowd* Hi, thank you for reading this.
This is usually considered a less formal, or even 'illiterate' (I mean no offence by this term) way of roleplaying, and is usually used in forum chat
'IB' - Chapter Two'IB' - Chapter Two3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Dib found himself completely frozen again as the other approached him slowly. It was almost as if time had just stopped completely as each step created more and more anticipation and fear. He could hardly even bat an eye as his gaze was glued on to Zim with no intention of looking anywhere else.
Zim took agonizingly slow steps to him, the laughing dying down to weak 'e' sounds of an eerie laugh. He stopped when he had reached him, eyes turning wild almost instantly. He leaned forward and continued that grin of insanity, looking like he was a wrong breath away from a total meltdown. "I...want to....." The rest turned into garbled nonsense, but he paused, as if he were waiting for an answer now.
Dib didn't seem to catch on to this though as he was too intently focused on the other's horrifying expression, sending shivers down his spine the longer he stared at it. He considered running, but of course his body wouldn't even allow him to move a finger as he stood perfectly still
'IB' - Chapter Four'IB' - Chapter Four3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Soon all of Zim's tremors just seemed to halt. He pulled himself back up onto all fours, extending his head up with his neck still cocked at an awkward angle so he could see Dib's face. He parted his lips into the grin again, beginning to screech out in a single laughter with that eerie 'e' sound again.
The sight of that haunting grin seemed to paralyze the boy as he slowly let himself down to the floor, wrapping himself in a fetal position as he rocked himself very stiffly as if to comfort himself. Violent shivers also shook him as the cackle rung in his ears as they only intensified the dread he was already feeling.
Zim slowly began to drag himself over to him, seeing him as wounded prey now. His limbs still had trouble taking turns, looking even more like a creature in dire need of an exorcism.
Dib's eyes expanded as the other drew closer to him. He didn't blink now since in his mind, blinking only made him made him more vulnerable than he already was, even though he wo
The Dragon of Metal Chapter 9The Dragon of Metal Chapter 9The Dragon of Metal Chapter 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Old Habits Never Die
It is said that the weather is at its calmest point right before a storm...
Jack was sleeping comfortably, having dried off and changed into his pajamas (he'd simply die if the others saw his smiley face pjs).
He snored softly, drool seeping out onto his pillow. His dreams consisted of the normal delusions he'd had since joining the temple: doing better than Raimundo in training, mastering each of the basics of being a monk, even becoming a Shoku warrior.
And training in his underwear. He always had that dream.
He didn't notice a figure slip through his window, he didn't notice a darkness consume his room, he didn't notice the glint of a sharp toothed smile in the pale moonlight.
He did, however, notice when a cold hand clamped over his mouth, containing his shrill scream.
"Time to wake up, Jackie."
Jack threw his arms out, sending the figure flying and crashing through his wall with a sound like an explosion. He hadn't touched them.
Minutely Speaking Of CourseCrosshatching, crosshairs, claustrophobia.Minutely Speaking Of Course4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Momentum bursting forth from knee-caps.
Respite sits slouched, slack-jawed.
Fingernails, micrograms and minivessels.
Millipedes gathering into mountains, molecules;
Fragrance pulsating fractures, the encasement, sarcophagus.
Although we can't necessarily blame you. The technicalities are classified as fair game.
The antecedent of my ego. The shudder of shackles - attributes colliding with pride.
Disestablishment is key;