ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 8Scene 1: Soul Society By-Election, featuring Espada and some other people.ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 84 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Announcer (aka, Ichigo's dad, Isshin): Alright! Welcome to the Soul Society By-Election!So far so good with the turn-outI managed to get my son outta bed with only a brick to the crotch this time!
Ichigo (offscreen): MY KIDS ARE GONNA GET YOU FOR THAT!!
Isshin: Ha ha!...Kids! They're so funny. *narrowly avoids being axed by an overly-large cleaver resembling Ichigo's Zampakuto* Ahem. On with the proceedings! We have five main contestants tonight, all groups headed by a member of the Espada. Well, the members who aren't confirmed dead or in rehab. Oh, here come some of the candidates now.
*Ichigo walks up beside Isshin, still annoyed about the crotch-incident.*
Isshin: Oh, hey son! You're part of the 'Strawberries Are Cool' Party, aren't you?
Ichigo: Yeah. Starting to regret letting Yachiru choose the party name.
Isshin: Any comments on how you're gonna win the campaign?
ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 14DEDICATED TO ULQUIORRA, RESIDENT EMO AND BAT-PLUSHIE OF HUECO MUNDO...AND GRIMMJOW'S SEX-SLAVE!ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 144 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scene 1: Introducing...
Ulquiorra: Well, it's about time. And for the record, I am not Grimmjow's sex-slave.
Grimmjow: *off-screen* Yes you are!
Ulquiorra: *passively* Yes, dear.
Grimmjow: Damn straight!
Ulquiorra: And if anyone spreads the word, I will emo them to death. Enjoy the episode.
Scene 2: Ooh, burn.
*Ulquiorra is walking down the corridor in Las Noches faster than usual, wanting to avoid Nnoitra at all costs before the over-sized sperm cell engaged him the most disturbing conversation known to man. Suddenly, Nnoitra appears before him in all his skinny, spoony, perverted glory.*
Nnoitra: Hey there, Giggles!
Ulquiorra: *deadpan and staring, unable to believe how much the universe hates him* ...Hey.
Nnoitra: I wanna share something with ya!
Ulquiorra: *looking horrified* Oh god, please, nothing about your violent sexual exploits and your drunken rampage thro
ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 7Scene 1: If the Espada hosted documentaries...ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 74 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ulquiorra: Goddoes he truly exist?...No he doesn't. Goodnight. *walks off*
Nnoitra: *walking in the desert in Hueco Mundo* And it was here, several months ago, that as me and Nelliel faced off for Round 2... Nelliel...shat herself.
Grimmjow: Catsare they truly badass? F*CK YES, GOODNIGHT!!
Szayel: 12:30 pm. Aizen does not expect the pleasant surprise of finding me in his bedroom butt-naked and tied to his bedposts...
Harribel: In today's episode of 'WOMEN TODAY', I will reveal the latest women's poll, in which they were asked: "Are men worth it?" ....99.9% said 'F*ck no!' and a very sad 1% said 'yes'. May God have mercy on her soul.
Scene 2: Yammy battles Yoriuchi and Uruhara in his and Ulqui's debut.
*Yammy is owned*
Ulquiorra: *thinking* *sigh* If you want something done properly, kill Yammy before you start.
Scene 3: Things you would never hear the Espada say...
Grimmjow: Hey, Kurosaki, would
From Whence She CameBack down to the sea-floor she goesFrom Whence She Came4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back to the coracle-clusters and starfish that
clamour, cling to her heart too tight,
walking barefoot towards where she
came from. It is too hard walking on
earth, the way she wears pain like a wedding ring
Back down, down, crawling on her belly
on the forest-floor, alive with the buzz and crawl
of worms and bird-prey. Back where she belongs with her
crazy palpitating wolf-heart, her bloody
deer-throat leaking in the snow, her yellow
eyes in the dark.
Back down, beyond subway trains, piano lessons,
falling rain, from whence she came, to the snow-covered womb
where she first gulped air.
Back down to a place before wildflowers,
fish on land, back to a locked box
full of old souls, from whence
Always... Book 1 Chapter 10Always... Book 1 Chapter 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Despite Snape's many attempts, Quirrell was still eluding him. He had even moved his seat to the other end of the staff table in an effort to avoid the Potions Master. Also, Snape was still operating discreetly so as to avoid rousing the suspicions of the other professors. He knew perfectly well that he was not a favorite colleague, however that did not deter him from his job.
He was pacing the length of his office, mulling over a possible ambush plan, when Dumbledore appeared in the doorway.
"Come in, Headmaster." Snape said, pausing by his desk.
Dumbledore stepped inside, and shut the door behind him. He waved his wand, and cast the Muffliato spell.
"The mirror must be moved, my boy." The Headmaster said, once he was sure the room was secure.
"Why?" Snape asked, somewhat surprised. "Does that mean I don't have to patrol the fourth floor anymore?"
"The mirror has been discovered, and must be hidden again," Dumbledore answered simply. "And, yes. You may return to your previous r
Persistencia de la MemoriaIt is a surreal landscape that surrounds us here-Persistencia de la Memoria2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A place of melting clocks, sideways rain, and featureless faces.
In this world of dreams, the laws that once bound us
Thrown away like so much garbage;
In their place
Is the capriciousness of fantasy;
The whims of the imagination
Are no longer constrained,
No longer contained
Within the emptied vessel
Of the husks that wander,
Tossed about from one mirage to the next.
NihilismA bitter boy perched highNihilism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up on the rafters, watching
Laughter burst forth and
Wither, snatched up by the wind.
A clumsy bid for things like
Love, things given
Freely, in slow agony, we
Hope the winds are strong today.
Words you can't say.Words you can't say.3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Words you can't say.
You don't want to say.
Nobody will ever say those lines.
Burned in your head like the thorn on a rose.
So I will write it.
Because that's what I can.
Shit. Censorship is fucking overrated.
I feel really bad right now.
Just like the thorn on the rose.
Ah, fuck it.
Nobody cares about the thorns.
An Equilibrium in NihilismThe raw, brutal nature of the essence of existence may be hard to accept, but the truth is not derived from our wants and our hopes, it is not made through our optimistic aspirations, but acceptance of reality. When you find yourself in a state of absolute melancholy, and absolute state of depression and pessimism, you understand the nihilistic nature of the universe. This absolute pointlessness leaves reality a sickening place, but it is only at this state, where you can achieve what no optimist will ever find. Freedom in an uncaring state of equilibrium.An Equilibrium in Nihilism3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You see the pointlessness of everything, that eventually it shall all be lost and forgotten, be destroyed by the passing of time and the cruel power of science and existence. However, in this pointlessness you discover something remarkable, unthinkable to those who cannot understand, a unification of everything that exists in this meaningless; as everything is pointless it is equal in pointlessness. Before you lies a communism in nih
Always... Book 1 Chapter 4Always... Book 1 Chapter 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Surprisingly enough, Snape didn't think about the Potter boy for several days. He completely immersed himself in leading potions classes especially since his N.E.W.T students had only passed their O.W.L.s by the skin of their noses the previous year.
"Potion-making is not a game." He said silkily. He pulled out a very battered copy of Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage. "Today," he began, letting the book fall open in his hand. "Today you will be making a draught of Hiccoughing Solution, to induce hiccoughing. The ingredients can be found on page 126." There was a moment of silence. "Well? Get a move on!" He snapped. The class leapt into action.
This class was ridiculously small they all fit around one table. While this did make it easier to observe the class, the Potions Master was still disappointed that so few people chose to extend their potions knowledge beyond the intermediate level.
Why, when he was a student, there had been many more people that had
Dream OnA dream can beDream On3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a passing thought;
a passionate ambition.
A dream can be
a battle fought;
a superficial mission.
A dream can be
a driving force;
a forgiving comfort.
A dream can be
a thriving source;
a deceitful consort.
A dream can thrill you;
drive you or kill you.
Beware of this, dreamers
and Dream On.
Listen My ChildTalk to me. Child of my past, talk, and tell me of the dreams that runListen My Child5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pall-mall through candyfloss fields and dance with the cotton clouds.
Whisper those nightmares that arrive, screeching. Seething and burning.
Parcel your childish imagination and deliver it through my ruby red post-box.
We are one, but ultimately separate. We miss each other by miles, but
we're only an inch apart. I am what the world moulded, tomorrow has happened.
Yours eyes have yet to glimpse the world I'm drenched in. Soaked to the skin.
My mind is foggy with nostalgia. My heart bursting with your love.
Your skin is only moments away from a maternal touch that mine hungers for.
Those baby-blues haven't yet rained the beginnings of an ocean. Oh my child.
I grieve for you. I promise the rain with pass, and the storm will calm.
There will be music, laughter and eye's dazzling with the beauty of it all. Not without its pain though.
You won't give a moment back, nor will you want to. Don't give an inch of it.
Gems of Black and of GreenGems of Black and of Green3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read on I suggest you go listen to: "The bravest man I ever knew" by Ministry of Magic, "Snape Vs. Snape" by Ministry of Magic, and "Lily" by Ministry of magic. I believe they set the mood for the story because they were what I was listening to while writing this fic. Plus they are wonderful songs even if they are a little to up beat for this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, because if I did Severus would have died in the arms of someone who loved him.
She hovered over her body watching as a stone man crumbled.
Really she shouldn't care, he had called her a mud-blood, it had been years since then. But it still stung, still made her so angry, and she could still feel her wounded pride. She still was angry at him; unfinished business and all that maybe she wanted to punch him. Perhaps that was why she hadn't passed on yet.
Then again she doubted he was the reason. No, it had everything to do with the screaming baby in the crib behind the sobbing ma
My last breathMy last breathMy last breath4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Severus leaned at the house wall in Godric's Hollow and closed his eyes to stop the floods of tears that have welled up in his eyes from streaming down his cheeks. He was scared like never before in his life. It was already dark outside and menacing shadows danced and flickered in the light that came out of the living room window which Severus stood next to. A cool breeze ruffled his hair and he shuddered a bit- he normally wasn't the kind of person who got cold easily, but today wasn't a normal night after all.
Nothing was to hear except for a cold, high- pitched voice, that rang suppressed through the solid walls of the little house and after the murmur had ebbed away, there was a man's scream and a green light streamed through the windows and flooded the dark streets
After that process everything was quiet- as quiet as death if there hadn't been the muffled sobs from Severus that revealed that he was crying. He had been his enemy, yes. And he had snatched his greatest
SoMa- Midnight SnackSoMa- Midnight Snack4 years ago in Drama More Like This
~'Night after night, i keep having this dream where i go into
the kitchen to get strawberries, then next thing you know
soul grabs them with that toothy smile i always
found charming...wait WHAT! i can't be thinking things
like that...now where was i...'~.
maka wrote in her diary every time she woke up from that dream
she kept having...always the same detail. she wakes up to get
a snack and eats strawberries, next thing you know Soul grabs
the strawberry that was now half way to her mouth and tells her
'strawberries are too good for you...you sure you don't want to
give them to me?'. she ends up grabbing the strawberry,
that was now half way to him bitting it by the way, and talks
back. right when he gives her that grin of his again it all goes
black and she couldn't sleep any longer.
...*stomach growls*"aww, i guess all thi
ClepsydraAs the sand falls through,Clepsydra2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empires rise and fall,
And rocks crumble to dust.
As the sand falls through,
Bodies decay, rusting
As they spoil.
The old chapter must close
For the next to open
As the hourglass
Nears its oscillation.
What I Long to SayNot being able to tell youWhat I Long to Say3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is driving me mad.
Holding it from you
is like a torture device.
Crushing my body
until my ribs
start to suffocate my lungs
into screaming out the words.
My hands tremble
at the very thought of
allowing the words
to escape my lips.
My heart races
as I wonder when, where, or how
I should tell you.
The frustration throughout my body
conflicts with the pure joy
that you bring me
with every word.
My own world
of dizziness and happiness,
created by the mere
mention of your name.
The flurry of thoughts
whirling through my head,
all with conflicting conclusions.
Chaos within my mind,
a raging hurricane.
I beg for them
to leave me be
for even a moment.
tears at the edges of my heart.
Gives me a rush
like nothing else.
Fistfuls of hair in my hands,
as I smile and blush.
I can't stand it,
but at the same time
I like it.
No! Wait until you see him again!
He has to say it first.
Text it now!
Ask him how he feels!
It's Easy To BullyWhen I first bullied,It's Easy To Bully11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did so with a click of a mouse,
and a press of a key.
Through the computer,
my “harmless” words assaulted your
The next time I bullied,
was easier than before.
Like a loaded gun,
I hurled my harsh words at your
Like a bullet to a brain,
your emotions exploded,
and flooded onto the ground,
like a gentle rain.
After that, you become stoic and emotionless,
dressed in black,
and scarred your wrist like rugged train tracks.
I thought it was funny, so I decided to cruel,
I punched, and shoved you,
made you out to be the fool.
This time was harder, because you didn't react,
you allowed me to hit you, and you refused to fight back.
So harder I tried, I pulled your hair, I called you gay,
and I treated you unfair.
I kicked you in the ribs, nearly broke your back,
and through all of my assaulting, you refused to fight back.
I guess you couldn't take it, I guess I went to far,
for that following weekend, you stabbed your right arm.
YouYou2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.