Guardian Angel ch.6Guardian Angel ch.66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ch.6 Uchiha Manor
My mouth watered in almost every bite. This had to be the most fanciest-delicious- breakfast I ever had in my 17 years of living.
The enormous wooden table fascinated me the most. The wood was a deep dark read with black swirls going down it. Truly eye-catching. The legs were a fascinating shade of black oak.
"Enjoying your breakfast?" Sasuke's voice was mute. He was sitting all the way in the other end of the table.
I swallowed with a loud gulp, and answered his question. "The food's great."
Talking over a giant bouquet of flowers was beginning to bother me. What truly bothered me was not being able to see Sasuke's face. Sad really, I was obsessing this much with his facial expressions.
I struggled with my pancakes, and smiled victoriously when I managed to rip of a piece. I always had issues cutting my own food.
I shoved the torn piece into my mouth and began to chew as I observed everything around me. I had to admit, this was my favorite part of the mano
Guardian Angel ch.5Ch5. Bedtime storyGuardian Angel ch.57 years ago in Fan Fiction
Where am I?
I rubbed my eyes as I sat up on the unfamiliar king sized bed. This wasn't my room, that much I already knew. It was way too dark to notice any specific detail. I yawned and laid my head back onto the fluffy pillow. I rubbed my eyes as another deep yawn overtook me. This has to be a dream. I tried pinching myself, but that failed. I gave up and rolled to my right-sleeping position on my belly.
A slight gasp escaped my chattered lips as my skin touched another's. I bit my torn-bottom lip as my eyes squinted, trying to make out the dark figure
that lay below me. My eyes widened as my pupils adjusted to my dark surroundings. I had been laying on Sasuke's bare chest. Panic surged through me as he began to roll over. I tried to pull myself free from his tight grasp, as he lay on top of me. His body relaxed, his head laying gently on my chest. I
took deep breaths, reminding myself not to panic. But something had caught my eyes in the process. Sasuke looked....p
Slenderman (Acrostic Poem)Slowly creeping behind the treesSlenderman (Acrostic Poem)2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Loving the scent of your fear
Ever so quiet
Near you at all times
Driving your paranoia
Right into hysterics
Near you... and always watching you...
Syopalaisvaltiatar / Parasite QueenSyopalaisvaltiatar / Parasite Queen3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
THE CANTERLOT SERIES
Ponies with Moonsorrow
[Click here for the accompanying song]
Scroll down for the English version
Aamun kajoon herätetty
neito nousee vuoteesta kuninkaallisen
huoneessaan, vieraassa maassa.
Peilistään hän katsoo muukalaista
takaisin katsovat uudet kasvot
harmaan peiliä värjäävä kuva.
Niin varjo matkii kantajaansa halki valon,
vaan katoaako se katveessa.
Alas syövereihin morsian kahlittu,
vain toiseutensa prinsessan paikalla.
Sielunsyöjä, vaihdokas harmaja,
syöpäläinen, sydänten kalvaja
Harmaana tuhkan ja kalman astelee valtiatar
Mannuilla luonnon ja taivaan pukee hän kasvonsa
Parven harmaan keskellä kulkevat
kuolioiset kaviot luolanpintaa
käskynanto kennolle hämärään:
"Lähdemme matkalle pinnalle
käy täytäntöön juonemme iäinen
katveessa ponien hengistä ravitkaa."
Illankajossa on parvi lähtenyt lentohon,
To Dream Of The Hunt...To Dream Of The Hunt...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I went to bed hungry, and God! how I dreamed---
Running over hill and dale on four mighty paws,
Hungry and dreadful my voice as I bayed and howled!
A flock of sheep lay before me,
In a moonlit meadow of grass and sweet clover
And high-spraying blood that shone black on the ground
As I killed and killed and killed!
Glutted, I loped over the reeking red hill
And slunk into a darkling wood to slumber...
Retching, I wake up with wool in my mouth
And a well-gnawed sheep's head for a pillow---
Merciful God, not again...
My ImmortalMy ImmortalMy Immortal9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I'm so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my, childish fears,
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave.
Cause your presence still lingers her,
And it wont leave me alone.
Twelve years have passed since you were torn from my side: but since then your memory lives in with me; everywhere I go it walks along side of me- just like you used to: stalking me like a wolf will follow it's prey.
After your death, I had no choice but to marry the one person who I now hate the most- your murderer. He treats me well; he buys me gifts- jewellery, dresses, fans- all of the things a husband should give to his wife. In return for his generosity, I have given him two sons. They look like him- I despise that: every day I watch his children grow up to be more and more like their father- but they're not yours. I have given him the lives that he wanted- yet he could not spare the life that I yearn for: yours.
The marks have remained upon my neck- lingering there as a
Guardian Angel ch.3Guardian Angel ch.37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ch.3 Prince of seduction
"This is so awesome! I don't know how we ever got around
without a vehicle. Its so much more convenient. seriously
how did we ever?" I rolled my eyes and shifted my gaze at
the pavements I used to be cursed upon.
"We walked."I lamented.
"So what do you think of the new paint job?" Naruto asked
eagerly. I narrowed my eyes as I remembered the horrible
message that had been spay painted on Naruto's car.
"Aw, don't make that face. The car needed a new paint job
anyway." That didn't comfort me at all. So what if the car
needed a paint job? Should someone put gum in another's hair
because they needed a haircut? I blinked back the tears that
were about to come pouring down my cheeks. I concentrated on
the holes of my jeans, trying to divert my thoughts. It was
a lost cause, Naruto noticed my hesitation right away.
"Don't.....Every time you cry, I drown in a vast pool of
hurt." As upset as I was, I couldn't help but laugh at that.
Naruto always found a way to cheer me
As you areAs the moon is to the tideAs you are8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you are to my heart
As the sun is to set
As you are to make me forget
As the dogs are to bark
As you are here to take my heart
As planes are to fly
As you are my sweet lullaby
Consejos para designersConsejos para designers6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
10 cosas que no te enseñan en tu escuela de diseño
El paso del mundo académico al laboral es siempre difícil, particularmente para quienes trabajamos en el campo del diseño porque nos vemos obligados a aprender las condiciones en las que se trabaja sobre la marcha.
Este post recoge 10 cosas que habitualmente no te enseñan pero deberías saber para dar el salto al mundo profesional.
1. Tu diploma no te ayuda a encontrar trabajo
Pero tu portafolio sí. Por supuesto que es bueno tener una educación en diseño y un título que lo pruebe, pero cuando se trata de obtener dinero de tus clientes ellos quieren ver de lo que eres capaz, no un diploma.
2. El buen diseño lleva tiempo, no fijar fechas límites muy ajustadas
Cuando estás en la escuela de diseño los profesores fijan las fechas de entrega de los trabajos y tratan de darte el tiempo suficiente. Tu jefe o tu cliente no serán como tu profesore
16 Abril 2007Y disfrutare del silencio que provocan mis pensamientos .16 Abril 20078 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
La cuerda que estrangula y la sangre que brota de mi piel esperando fundirse con la tuya .
¿Y que pasa si quisiera caer de rodillas ?
Morir en el piso mientras el tiempo mata mi cuerpo .
Es tan facil para ti no sentir nada por mi ... mientras mi deseo es que sangres por mi .
Aquel secreto callado pero insistente , el querer tenerte en mis brazos .
Pero aquel optimismo que antes me abrazaba ahora me deja en el abrazo
de navajas & pastillas .
Cansada estoy de esperar , ya no quedan fuerzas ni para morir .
Soñar , suspirar .
Quedate conmigo , llora por mí , es lo unico que pido .
His Little Girl - Part TwoYears had passed. Plans had progressed. Rarely had he thought of the infant he'd held so briefly, before he had cast her into the midst of a human family.His Little Girl - Part Two5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There where nights, however, when he dreamed of a skinny little red-haired girl. She was always dressed well, and impeccably groomed, but she never smiled. She never spoke. She only watched him. Reflected in those bright, sad eyes was his own veiled intelligence.
One small, steady hand would reach for him, as it had during the initial binding, but he always woke, chilled and unnerved just before the soft fingertips could touch the smooth skin of his cheek.
Those nights, he was unable to concentrate upon his plans. With time, he began using those dreams as a prompt to find a way to track the girl's progress.
Over countless hours of study, he had discovered a principal mages amongst the living called 'The Law of Sympathy'. It stated that if one obtained something that was formerly a part of that person, be it physically or emotionally,
Cookies and BeerSpring evenings were great things. Especially the ones where the winter bite had finally faded into warmer currents and birds sang in competition for mates. Father and son sat behind their home as the sun bid the day farewell in a sky painted in brilliant pinks and oranges.Cookies and Beer5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Son," Isshin's voice slurred slightly, drawing the contemplative boy's attention. The doctor held his half empty can up in the style of a toast.
Ichigo sighed and suddenly wondered again why he'd stayed there after Yuzu and Karin had wandered off with Rukia for take out to bring home. The lazy day, it seemed, was trailing gloriously into the evening. "Yeah, dad?"
The elder Kurosaki froze and slowly turned his head in his son's direction. "Huh?"
The younger Kurosaki cast his best 'what the hell is wrong with you look' in his father's direction. "What?"
His dad blinked blankly at him, then spoke slowly. "What, what?"
The teen sighed with frustration, and threw his hands up. "You're the one who started talking!"
Renji's EyebrowsCrap.Renji's Eyebrows5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Crap! Crap! Crap!
Abarai stared into the mirror, after he'd been healed from his latest attempt at practicing kidou at the Academy. There were no traces of the burns resulting from the backfiring hadou he'd attempted. No traces of scars from the tiny rocks which had been kicked up at the explosion.
No traces of eyebrows.
What was he going to do? It wasn't like he could face the rest of the week like this. The brow-less wonder. His flaming hair currently pulled into its customary tail set him apart enough as it was.
He was lucky his hair hadn't really gone up in flames. Why did he need to know kidou in the first place? He was already at the top of his class in swordplay.
It's a stupid art anyway.
He ran a finger along the smooth ridge over one narrowed eye. The gears in his head ground away.
Suddenly, he thought of that guy a couple of classes ahead of him. What was his name? Hisagi? His facial tattoo didn't draw too much bad attention.
Would that work fo
Hollow Hunters - Part OneIt was just another night in Karakura Town. The lights of the city mirrored the stars of the sky, the water of the river rushed past the recessed banks, and the cry of a tortured, hungering spirit ripped through the air heard only by those gifted with perception toward such things. This night, Ichigo and Rukia were dashing through the darkness directed by instinct and blip upon the petite shinigami's pager.Hollow Hunters - Part One5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"There!" The violet eyed reaper exclaimed as soon as the massive, masked beast came into sight.
This particular monster bore white plates of bone across its chest, with only a clean hole through the sternum and back to break the ivory. Jagged talons of the same stuff protruded from grotesque fingers and toes, and purple streaked the rugged flesh which glared through the seams of the plates along its arms and legs. It lumbered after the terrified spirit of a man clad in a ragged business suit crimson blood stained the side of his contorted face.
"Yeah, yeah, I see it!"
PossessedPeople never expect the quietest people to be the most powerful. Yeah, it's true, you may not want to believe it but it's true, so just get over it. How, I will never know. All I know is that I am one of those quiet people. You may not know it, but I'm always watching you. Yeah you. No I'm not stalking you, not necessarily; I'm just watching you whenever you are around. You seem like the kind of person who will pick a fight with anyone. How bout me? Are you going to pick on me next? Just because I'm quiet, weak, or do I just piss you off for no damn reason? Go ahead. I dare you. Come and see what happens when you mess with me…Possessed8 years ago in Horror More Like This
I sat under one of the large oak trees on the campus of the high school, a small book resting in my lap. My head was tilted forward as if I was really caught up in my book, my hair falling around my face in a protective veil. At times I would shake and kind of sway back and forth as if I were half asleep or cold. The day was like any other day, the clou
The InsaneI see the blood run down my faceThe Insane11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see the anger in my eyes
A Fiery rage
Which none dare defy
The insane control my body
The insane stole it from me
The insane use it for their own
The insane control me
I float above and below
I am everywhere, but have no form
I look into my own bloodshot eyes
And my mind feels as if it will transform
I want to feel the warm embrace of my family
Yet The Insane poison their minds
I want to go home
With their hearts, mine is intwined
Yet the insane kill them
one by one
while I stand and watch helplessly
there was nothing I could have done
First my father
then my mother
My older sister
Then My helpless baby brother
They don't understand
It was the insane
The last thing they saw
was me as their slayer
I hear their screams
ripping me apart
they echo around me
they echo in my heart
I feel my spirit slipping
I cannot reside long
with no body to strengthen my spirit
I do not belong
With the last of my strength
I write this poem down
I feel my mind slipping
Create Your Own Homestuck Troll Persona(s)Create Your Own Homestuck Troll Persona(s)1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
If you've ever wanted to create your own troll persona or persona group, then this little article is for you! Of course, you don't have to follow what I say, but this will help organize things, especially if you're trying to make a whole group.
Troll names have to be six letters for both the first and last name. Of course they have to be strange, so if you're coming up with your own, then think outside of the box. If you're basing them off of people you know, I suggest using the first one or two letters of their first and last name to make their troll name. So if you knew someone named Patrick Binley, their name could be Pazerm Binliu. Make sure if you're making a group, the names aren't too similar!
If you think you suck at names, here's a nice generator you can use: http://heckyeahfantrollcreation.tumblr.com/post/15058138011/six-letter-name-generator
(P.S. From this point on, it all relates to if you're using a canon troll as one of your parents. You can stop reading
One Who Careswhen my road is growing darkOne Who Cares2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i'll know, you hold the light
help me through this ersatz night
give my hope the kindling spark.
few in this world could understand
the world i see is not their own
and yet, i do not stand alone
as you lead me through a forgien land.
you, who help me when i fall
when my world collapes broken
its you who helps, with words unspoken
you who helps to heal all.
hundreds pass us every day
some like me, a silent creature
some like you, the paitent teacher
but i wouldn't have it another way.
Come Out and Play!Summary: Yachiru has to work hard to keep herself amused.Come Out and Play!3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The bell kept ringing over and over. It was the third time the rear exit alarm had gone off for no reason. It rang and rang, the noise drilling into everyone's ears just as it was designed to do. It was driving everybody nuts! Akon groaned and lifted his head from his microscope.
"Rin," He snapped, "Go check that door and this time don't come back until you find out what's causing it!"
"Yes sir." Rin groaningly replied getting up from his workstation. The rear exit was a long way off and he had already gone to check it the last two times. This time, he picked up a tool box from the closet before he left. Though it wasn't very heavy, it was bulky and clumsy and he was starting to wheeze a little as he walked down the hall. Finally he arrived at the rear exit door. The bell stopped just as he reached out to open it.
"Same as last time." He muttered. "Why is it doing that?"
Opening the door, he propped it op
Lucky Me, Chapter 013They were sick and twisted people! I promise you! They found the cruelest way of getting an innocent bystander (okay, so I did throw the shoe) into the worst possible places.Lucky Me, Chapter 0133 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Have no idea what I mean?
You try doing backed up laundry for about twenty people in a single afternoon.
Not only was I forced to do all the dishes every other day without the help of a dishwasher, but I also had to do the laundry, fold it, and put the baskets in front of everyone's door. Think that's the end? Wrong. Apparently that blue oozy stuff of Dr. Hank's I destroyed was some sort of rare goop that took him about a month to conjure up and had about a lifespan of three days. I killed it on the first day.
And Robert? Well, he has the 'oh so hideous' job of washing the cars, picking up the laundry, helping me do the clothes, doing the dishes when I didn’t and some other odds and ends. This was my first stinkin' offense! Shouldn't they go heavy on him who had been here for-well I don't know how lo
DeterminationThe feeling you get when you feel a surge of indescribable motivationDetermination3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An impulse transformed into a bridge inbetween the gap of impossibility
How all great combinations of brushstrokes and breaths between punches were formed
The raindrop that made its way to green the earth
The ray of sun that shatter|ed space to enter the world
The rose that grew out of rock and dust