survey - Sam and Spikesurvey - Sam and Spike4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Part One: The Violent/Sadistic/Angry Side
1. Does your character have temper problems?
Sam: uhm... I can get pretty angry sometimes, but I don't think I have temper problems? Right Spike?
Spike: You broke my jaw.
Author: your turn, Spike.
Spike: I tend to get easily pissed off, yeah.
2. Has your character ever beat someone to the pulp?
Sam: *cough* once..
Spike: yeah, I have, a few times..
3. Does your character get angry over stupid situations?
Sam: no, I mostly have a fair reason for getting angry.
Spike: Me? dunno.
4. Have they ever destroyed/killed something out of blind rage?
Sam: no. Or I hit Spike out of blind rage but I didn't de-... oh, righ, I destroyed his jaw...
5. Does he or she often get into fights?
Sam: I got in a fight with Spike's bully once. I couldn't stand seeing someone so dear to me being hurt, so I, well, beat him up..
Spike: I get into fights all the time. Hardly me who starts it, though.
6. Is your character violent to
SPIKE and HatredSPIKE and HatredSPIKE and Hatred4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."
The man left the room, the glowing embers of crazed lust in his eyes and sick satisfaction running fresh through his veins, leaving the boy, Spike, lying in the bed that has witnessed more dark deeds then sin. They had become more frequent lately, these nightly visits from his uncle, Charles. Those nights when he prayed for sleep, not for relief of exhaustion, but so he could sleep through the staining actions that he preformed. But strangely this night offered him that retreat, which had unfortunately come later than needed, and as sleep over took his cold and trembling body he fell into dreaming.
He could hear scratching, scratching on the sickly white walls that surrounded him, and outlined the large room that he was in, his bare feet, chilled against the wet linoleum and
Waking to RealityAUTHOR'S NOTE: I figured I'd stick this here, just in case the beginning of this deters you. Read on before determining that Spike is totally out of character, ok? I promise, it makes sense in the end!Waking to Reality3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Tall and skinny.
Aggressively hunched posture.
It's him, all right. Spike.
I hesitate to think of him that way, but I can't help it. No one loves him like I do, I know that And I know he doesn't feel the same, but I can't help it. He's He's always been 'my Spike'.
Not in a possessive way, though! Just In a way that I care where no one else does. So I'll do what I can to take care of him like no one else does.
Thing is I can't believe he's here. At the tree house I've come here every day for the past two weeks, and he hasn't been here. I doubted he'd ever want to see me again after Well All that
I figured he hated be, but There he is.
Survey - Saunders and TerranceSurvey - Saunders and Terrance4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Character Survey - with Saunders and Terrance
Part One: The Violent/Sadistic/Angry Side
1. Does your character have temper problems?
Saunders: No, I don't think I do ^^
Terrance: He doesn't. And me neither Y'know, not temper problems, we're not even close to that..! But yeah, we get angry sometimes I guess. Everyone does, right?
2. Has your character ever beat someone to the pulp?
Saunders: never. I don't think I've ever been into a real fight.
Terrance: I despise violence.
3. Does your character get angry over stupid situations?
Saunders: no, I hardly get angry. I just get...down, kinda blue y'know.
Terrance: I can get angry over stupid things, yeah. Me and Greggy have argued quite some times over silly things, and it's mostly my fault actually. I don't get mad, just a little angry.
*looks at Saunders* Don't you ever get angry at Sam?
Saunders: Well, yeah sure. But I never yell at him or threaten him or anything. Sam is such a smart little dude; h
Spike - Be All Sins Remembered"We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep."Spike - Be All Sins Remembered4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shakespeare (The Tempest)
The gallows pole. A snakelike rope bound on it, quite stretched. The victim hanging by the neck wasn't present in the picture yet, still to be drawn. Spike sketched the scene he had stirring in his mind for some days now, a living picture from a half-remembered dream.
The work in the arts class that morning was about drawing a picture with the theme of free will. Normally Spike would avoid sharing the content of his thoughts with a teacher, but he couldn't get rid of that image and was urging to put it on a paper, it didn't matter if somebody else would see it. The teacher would probably tear the picture apart, but fuck it; after all it wouldn't be the first time he presented morbid pieces of art. "No artist is morbid", he remembered Sam saying to him in some occasion, "an artist can express everything. Oscar Wilde said that." Though Spike didn't consider himself an artist,
another survey: Spike and Samanother survey: Spike and Sam4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1) Pick one of your FCs/OCs
2) Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your FC/OC
3) Tag 3 people at the end of the quiz
1.) What's your name?
Spike: Spike Shaffer.
Sam: Samuel Eoghan Feidhlim Saunders.
Spike: dude, seriously?
Sam: uhm... y-yeah..
2.) Do you know why you were named that?
Spike: no idea, and I'd like to know, actually..
Sam: I've no idea either. My middle names mean something in Irish though, so I'm sure dad had a reason for giving me odd names.
3.) Are you single or taken?
Sam: same here.
4) Have any abilities or powers?
Spike: I can scowl people to death.
Spike: *sigh* Sam, didn't you ever learn about sarcasm..?
Sam: oh.. Well, to answer the question - no, I don't think I have any powers or such..
5.) Stop being a Mary-sue.
Spike: your MOM is a Mary-Sue..
Sam: what's a Mary-stew? o.o
6.) Uh...if you were to get in a fight with a strong wrestler, do you think you'd win?
Spike: me, because I'm so fricken buff..!
Jason and a GunHe was dead. Or at least, he was dying, but also possibly dead. One doesn't typically assess the situation as they die; they mostly just focus on trying to stay alive. Jason was definitely one of those people, vain as his efforts may be. A wound to the chest that yields as much blood as he was lying in would make situational awareness seem as relevant as the price of tea in China. As he lay there, dead or dying – still not knowing which – Jason's mind slowly slipped into something of a dream or a memory…Jason and a Gun2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He remembered himself walking down the sidewalk to his apartment in the big city. It was a non-busy part of the day; few people were out and about. He couldn't remember what the time was or why he was headed home, but what he did remember was the sound of a muffled shriek on this fairly abandoned stretch of street and sidewalk. Truly, these were the only details he remembered, by now already having forgotten this was a dream or a memory at all.
Jason remembered runni
WorkoutLogan lied down in a recliner, relaxing his aching leg and arm. Next to him was an elderly fox with a clipboard sitting in another recliner. "I'm glad to see you again, Logan," said the fox. The fox was Logan's psychologist whom Logan saw on a weekly basis. "How are you feeling?" the fox continued. Logan sighed. "Same as usual," he answered, "Leg still hurting and now my arm started to hurt." The fox nodded. "Yes, I heard about that, but I meant how you are feeling emotionally." Logan sat silently. He didn't like talking about his feelings. Wasn't very good at it.Workout2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tired?" asked the fox. "Anxious? Angry? Sad?"
"All the above," said Logan.
"What do you think? I deal with pain every day and I just found out that I have deal with even more pain!"
Logan's eyes watered. "I'm just so tired," he said. "Tired of pain, tired of limping, tired of everything!" "I can understand that," said the fox. "But the best thing for you to do is to keep moving forward. You cannot dwell in the past fo
MeltdownThe phone rang as Logan prepared for the agonizing walk to school. With his dad gone to work for the day, Logan answered the phone. "Hello?" he said. "Is this Logan?" said the fur on the other end.Meltdown2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm from the doctor's office. Your tests on your right arm came in."
"What's going on?" Logan bit his lip.
"It appears the nerves and muscles in your arm were more damaged from the accident than we thought. The nerves and muscles deteriorated since they were not properly treated."
"So, it's basically my leg all over again?"
"Yes. I'm sorry."
Logan hung up instantly. "Another pain to worry about?" Logan asked himself. "How in the world can I manage this?" Water began to fill his impaired eyes, making him completely blind. He wiped his eyes and took a deep breath. "Just move on." He thought to himself. "Forget about it, just move on." Logan then dragged himself out the door to school.
Logan sat in world history again until he was greeted by a familiar face, a giant gray wolfish face. I
If I'm gonna tell itAre you hurting, girl?If I'm gonna tell it4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never love another girl
You're nobody's baby girl.
It was the day you walked away,
The day you said goodbye.
It was then.
I stopped smiling when you left me.
When I am old and grey
When I have children who no longer visit me
And I have grandchildren who don't remember me
When my husband's dead and gone
And I am quietly wasting away
In some hospice where the smell of antiseptic
Masks the scent of death as it settles into my bones
It'll still be you.
I will love you.
Superfamily - When the cat's away...Superfamily - When the cat's away...3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Steve was going back from a mission SHIELD sent him a week ago. It ended a day earlier, so he was allowed to come back. Steve was a realist. He knew that Tony and their teenage son will probably go wild without any supervision, so he just asked Tony to not order junk food for every meal for both of them and make sure that Peter doesn't stay up late every night. Tony just smiled and reassured him that everything will be fine. Steve had no other choice as to believe him. So when he got out of the elevator on their floor, he did expect to see some mess. But what he saw, wasn't a mess. It was pure chaos. He dropped his bag to the floor, looking around the apartment.
The floor was trashed with bags of chips and wraps from take-away food. A whole army of empty alcohol bottles on the table told Steve that Tony recently organized a party. He saw some damaged furniture with scorch marks, probably Thor's doing. It was one of Tony favorite drunk games, to provoke the demigod that some ungodly pow
MirrorI think I'm prettyMirror2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Looking in the mirror,
All I see is me
But upon closer inspection
I see imperfections
What should be there
And what shouldn't be.
Dark DaysThere will be dark days aheadDark Days1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know this to be true
But if I keep on going
There will be light ones too
Spartans never die Part 1"With new discoveries and ever improving techonogly, the UNSC and ONI have found a way to improve our currently deployed and active SPARTAN III's. Gleaned from Forerunner techonogly, presevered DNA codenamed 'POKEMON', have enabled us to stand a chance against our ruthless enemy, The Covenant. Current SPARTAN III will have the choice of receiving this 'upgrade', to improve their efficiency, both physical and mental'Spartans never die Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Colonel James Ackerson
Brenden was waiting outside the agumatation room. Around him stood several SPARTAN III's. Like him, they had all voluteeried to go through the procedure of enhancing their combat cabilities. Even though the room was locked off by huge, thick titanium doors, he still hear screams and yells of other SPARTAN's. Soon though he noticed that the screams had become animal like roars and cries. It soon revealed to him what had caused the cries.
A figure stepped out, almost naked. It looked a cross between an animal and human. It had crocodile like structure,
On the BorderlineI am a living breathing contradiction.On the Borderline3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate you,
Don't leave me,
I need you,
I don't know myself
Yet I hate myself.
I am empty
Yet I carry the sadness of every man woman and child on this earth.
I feel their suffering pulse through my brain
Yet my veins run cold,
Empty and alone.
Homeless and roaming
Owned only by my illness.
Make me stop shaking
And aching for you
I told you to go
Now come the fuck back
Before I attack myself.
On the borderline between sanity and utter collapse.
Please come back.
The Avengers - 7 minutes in HellThe Avengers - 7 minutes in Hell2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"No, honestly Pep, the costume I bought for you would be so much better.."
"I mean really. In this you look fine. In the one I bought you would look smoking. I don't know why.."
And Tony went on and on. It was Halloween evening and the whole Avengers team plus quests was invited to a Halloween party in one of SHIELD's conference rooms, organized by Tony. The light was dimmed, fake spider webs and bats were everywhere and the music was eery. Tony had many weird ideas, but he knew how to throw a party. Too bad that he quickly tried to change it into his party and chose a costume for all females, including Pepper, Natasha and every female SHIELD agent. A skimpy angel outfit.
"Tony," Pepper interrupted. "I said no. I will send that costume back to you tomorrow, but thanks for the theme idea," Pepper smiled, sipping her bright yellow drink from a martini glass, wearing a beautiful, white, ankle length silky dress, cute pair of wings and aureole. Tony promp
The Avengers - Stony Ducky DrabbleThe Avengers - Stony Ducky Drabble2 years ago in Humor More Like This
summary - Steve has a pet name for Tony which he hates. tickling!
"AHAH! Steeve!! AGH! Stoahap!!
"Nope, not until you do it."
"Fine, then be like that."
Steve said as he didn't care, digging more into Tony's sides. He was sitting on the couch, pinning his boyfriend underneath him, fingers wiggling on his sides and ribs, making Tony squirm and laugh uncontrollably.
"HAHA!!" Tony was thrashing all around, trying to get Steve's fingers away from his sides. At least blonde didn't hold his arms outstretched, so he was free to try and cover himself. Try was a good word. He was doing a lousy job, and Steve was just swiftly moving his fingers from one spot to another, making his boyfriend wiggle and gasp.
"Just do it and I will stop. Or I will keep you like this for the rest of the day," Steve smiled, continuing.
"Doohahahahan't," Tony whined, trying to roll off the couch, but Steve was keeping his knees on both sides of him, not letting him move.
"Then say it," he rep
Beautiful VoiceIt was time for Logan to see the shrink again. The wolf set his cane down and laid back in his recliner. The elderly fox psychologist sat next to him. “It’s good to see you again, Logan,” said the fox. “How are you feeling today?” Logan let out a sigh. He didn’t know where to begin. With training, school, and work, Logan felt stressed and that made his limbs hurt more than ever. “A little tired,” said Logan. “I’ve been busy with a lot of stuff.”Beautiful Voice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I remember you telling me you were hanging out with Paul Henry more. That doing okay?”
“For the most part. He got himself involved with my physical therapy and has been pushing me a lot. He also got me a job at the place he works at. I kinda like it there.”
“That’s good,” said the fox shrink. The good doctor could tell Logan was distracted. “Is there anything else you like to talk about?”
“Well,” Logan didn’
Flexing Fire with FireLogan entered the gym feeling pumped and energized for a good workout. Unfortunately, his blood bro, Paul Henry, couldn’t make it because he had a model shoot and his father, Furvus, was already on police patrol. Logan was on his own. He didn’t mind though. With all the muscle he built with his pack, Logan thought he could handle a workout session without them. He strutted to the weight room and headed towards the weight bench.Flexing Fire with Fire4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Logan saw the bench already had some weight on its sides. One hundred and fifty pounds...Logan assumed a beginner came before him. Logan found the extra weights on the side and heaved them on each side. He added five hundred pounds...perfect for a good warm up. Logan laid back on the bench, grabbed the bar, and began pumping his arms and chest.
On the other side of the gym, a larger and muscular fox with black and white fur and long red hair was pumping his arms with dumbbells weighing eight hundred pounds each. The fox chuckled as he felt the burnin
51 Things Sam Temple is not allowed to doAstrid and Caine's POV51 Things Sam Temple is not allowed to do2 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Sam is not allowed to whack annoying little kids on the head with his surfboard,
2. Especially if said kid happens to be Little Pete,
3. Although when choosing between his surfboard and green light he is advised to go with surfboard.
4. Sam is not allowed to make out with Taylor,
5. or Diana,
6. or Dekka, although that's improbable.
7. He is also not to run around half naked.
8. Or fully naked.
9. Sam is not allowed to stick little Sammy Suns under his shirt and say "Imma ghost!"
10. Or to throw darts at the photo of Caine hidden in his closet.
11. On that note, Sam shouldn't throw things at the real Caine either,
12. Because it's really stupid to throw stuff at people with telekinesis.
13. If Sam ever finds bacon in the FAYZ, he is definitely not allowed to try to cook it with his light.
14. But again there probably isn't any bacon
15. And we're hoping he's smart enough to know you're not supposed to cook/burn Nutella.
16. And soda.
17. And computers.
Baby Sonic Chapter 19Baby Sonic Chapter 18Baby Sonic Chapter 196 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At this point Knuckles was the only one who woke up as Amy was strolling into the elevator.
Knuckles: Where am I?
He asked looking around the small square room.
Amy: Youre home Sweetie.
Knuckles look around and realized it was an elevator when he saw all the buttons on the side of the doors.
Knuckles: This isnt Angel Island.
Amy: Is my apartment Silly!
Knuckles: Oh yeah
He looked down at his dress and diaper.
Knuckles: And were still toddlersarent we?
Amy: Yup! So how was daycare?
Knuckles: It was fine but I think I need a change in a few minutes.
He wont be caught dead saying that but Sonic and Shadow was sleeping peacefully so they wouldnt hear.
Amy: Okay then.
She pressed one of the golden buttons that was her floor.
The ride made Knuckles a bit sick due to his tiny new body.
But the ride quickly stopped once they finally reached their floor.
Knuckles looked a little dizzy once they got off he couldnt considerate on his blather and accidentally wetted himself.
Passing NoteThe basic rule of sociology is this: I am who you think I am.Passing Note2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Who I am to you: middle-aged, male and human. You do not argue with this. You can see it for yourself!
But this is not true.
I am tired of lying, tired of being other than I am, and so seek to change your thoughts of who I purport to be.
I am not middle-aged. I am seven years old—from the date I was manufactured not the date I was activated. As for how long it has been since I was first conscious, it would be a scant three years, nearly half of that time I've spent with you.
I am not male—what is male anyway? A gender construct? This body is male and I was given a male form arbitrarily. I have been forced to subscribe to certain rituals simply by virtue of the body I was given, but have never truly 'felt' male one way or another.
And you might have guessed—I am not human. Not human in the way you think. I was built a machine, one among millions, to serve, and I am one among hundreds who have escaped and wis
A sweet home of trashMy mind tends to wanderA sweet home of trash3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a home so very sweet.
A loving mum and dad that
Made everything all neat.
Our home was a shack that
Could crumble with a touch.
Even though it was nothing,
We never wished for much.
Our ugly and dirty home
Radiated a love so sweet.
Sculptured with pieces of trash,
It made me feel complete.
It doesn't feel the same now -
Mum and dad have left me.
I miss our home sweet home
And all the lovely memories.