Noah - Profile v2.0This biography is set to change multiple times in small ways. Please be aware Noah was created in December of 2011, andNoah - Profile v2.02 years ago in Profiles More Like This
a lot has changed from then. That being said, below I will discuss everything character development-related up to August 2012!
Please also be aware some small errors and/or plot holes may lie in this biography. Other than that, enjoy!
1 - Introduction
2 - Basic Information
3 - Appearance
4 - Bibliography/Personality
5 - Traits
6 - Weaknesses
7 - Cutiemark
8 - Varied Personalities
9 - Inspiration and development
10 - Timeline
11 - Conclussion
1 - Introduction
Over the months from the end of December of 2011 to mid-August of 2012, 'Noah' has become a very popular and well-known character.
It's a real challenge to settle him down on one type of personality due to everyone thinking of him in different ways. To some,
Noah is shy, timid and awkward. To others he is as crazy and hyper as Pinkie Pie.
In this bibliography I won't be asking you to settle o
Doge's profileAge: 25Doge's profile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Occupation: Coroner and Doctor currently residing in the town know as Ponyville
Home town: Trottingham
Fears: Abuse of magic
Likes: Clouds, wings, cookies... I mean who doesn't like cookies?!
Dislikes: Moths... they're evil!
Eye Colour: HAZEL! HAZEL, HAZEL, HAZEL!
Coat colour: Light brown.
Mane colour: Black.
Tail colour: Black.
As an Earth Pony Doge is a naturally tall and muscular pony, as those who use their hooves for even the slightest task are. In spite of his demanding job as Ponyville's Doctor and Coroner he is not in bad shape; rather his physical condition is the same as any other Earth Pony of his age - strong, muscular, broad and tall. Strength, after all, is what sets the Earthen race apart from the Winged ones, Horned race, or those that have the advantages of both. He manages to stay in such fine shape through regularly galloping through the Everfree Forest - he does not share the same fear of this pl
In Sesshomaru's EyesHer laughter rang out like a thousand small bells sounding in the wind. It was the pure sweet sound of happiness....In Sesshomaru's Eyes6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sesshomaru listened to her laughter as he watched her dance around in the river; kicking up water and splashing Jaken as well as herself. She was soaked to the bone, but it didn't seem to bother her. She twirled and spun Jaken around, much to his displeasure.
"Stop this nonsense Rin!" He scolded her, trying to get away; but with no such luck. Rin had a firm grip on him, and was not giving up.
"But Master Jaken, aren't you having fun?" She tried spinning him again, but he tripped over a loose stone and fell face-down in the river.
"Oh no! Master Jaken, are you alright?"
"Oh course I am not alright, you insolent child! Now stop this foolishness at once!"
He was standing up now, trying to wring the water out of his now completely soaked clothing.
"What have I told you about playing in ri
So you want to write a story? - Writing guideSo, a lot of people seemed to like some of my writing guides and tutorials(mostly on other sites where it’s noticed and suffers less competition, but hey, whatever). So, I’m trying to do some more, see if they help anyone. If they do, well great, I guess I can say I accomplished something. I don’t think this was written all that well but whatever, here it is.So you want to write a story? - Writing guide1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
But where to begin???
First, to have a story, you have to have…well…an idea! An idea and a little creativity.
Sometimes you get an idea that doesn’t quite work when you first think of it, but don’t worry.
I have quite a lot of ideas. Some work, some don’t. Some don’t work until you spend a lot of time thinking about and polishing them. These ideas don’t have to be grand, they can be incredibly small.
They can start with a simple thought or the punch-line of a joke(my next book after Fosterling may end up being based off a very creative and hilarious joke that pas
LooLa's 100 Themes List1) BeginningLooLa's 100 Themes List5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
7) The First Time
9) Growing Up
13) Sea Glass
15) Fight or Flight
16) Skeletons in the Closet
17) Six Feet Under
21) Creative Visualization
22) New Growth
23) Flash Flood
25) Where No Man Has Gone Before
27) Over the Moon
28) Thin Ice
34) Night Light
43) Pearly Gates
48) Out of the Blue
49) Home Stretch
52) Time Travel
54) Treasure Map
57) Twenty-Four Hours
58) Abandon Ship
65) City Lights
70) Golden Years
Claiming Him part 1Claiming Him part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Story contains TCest
"Good morning Mikey," Leo said to his sleepy looking younger brother.
Michelangelo's mouth was wide open with a yawn that he made no attempt to hide. He'd stayed out a little later than usual the night before and knew he was going to pay for it during morning practice.
Still, it was better than getting home too early and having to listen to them. It wouldn't surprise him in the least if his brothers thought he didn't know what they were doing with each other. Sometimes those three could be so dense.
"'Morning Leo," Mikey mumbled back.
He poured himself a glass of orange juice and eyed the coffee maker as he drank it. Not a big fan of coffee or tea, he decided that the jolt of caffeine would more than make up for the taste.
As he set about making a fresh pot he could feel Leo's eyes on him. He kept waiting for Leo to call him out on his late night. One of these mornings Mikey was going to snap and tell Leo that if he, Raph and Don
EnigmaShe was the starEnigma2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She had no heart
She had no blood
She was so cold
Her touch was deadly
Cause she was a devil
A demon with no soul
An angel with no love
She was a mystery to me
But I could feel her from within
She was my perfect saving pain
And my pouring endless rain
She was enigma
She was a myth
She was a legend
She was a dream
Dear Abigail, I Love You. I went to see you today. I don't know if you noticed or not. You never seem to notice me, not really, like I'm something invisible and something you cannot feel. It hurts in my chest, in my heart, every time I see you and you see me but don't really see. I'm sorry I'm even writing you right now, but as a consolation, I'll probably never send it to you either. Because you seem happy how you are. Without me. I use to be though, you use to love me like I still love you and we use to be quite the pair. But you don't remember me, do you?Dear Abigail, I Love You.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, of course not. It's alright though, I'm glad you don't, I'm the guilty party anyway. I was driving that day. That time we were hit, I wasn't paying enough attention, you know. I didn't swerve in time, I didn't make sure you were covered before we hit, I didn't protect you like I should have. And for that, I am sorry. Sorrier than you could ever imagine. I remember staying by your side when you wouldn't wake up,
Dear MomDear Mom,Dear Mom1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thank you for taking care of me
those eight months I spent
curled up in your womb,
slowly being knit together
and listening to your heartbeat.
I appreciate that time
you spent with me then
as much as I appreciate
the time you spend with me now.
But somehow I didn’t know
that when I decided to leave you
one month early
to become my own person
and to learn how to be a woman
you wouldn’t be as close
as you once were,
and I wouldn’t be able to listen
to your heartbeat anymore.
And every night I find myself
curled up in the same position
I was in years ago
and wishing for a heartbeat to listen to,
even if it’s not yours,
because I hate sleeping alone
and it’s not something
you can get used to,
even after fourteen years.
Antiseptic and Postage StampsYou may have noticed that I didn't begin my letter with the word, "dear".Antiseptic and Postage Stamps1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not because I hate you, or formalities, or cliches.
In fact, it's quite the opposite.
It's because, as much as I hate admitting,
my heart skips a beat at the thought of giving you such a title.
My heart skips a beat at the thought of giving you anything but that title.
You haven't held a magnifying glass to my chest, so I'm assuming you'd never understood
how much I really loved you.
I was the quiet kind, the one who preferred the side of the room, and not the center.
The one who kept their hair in front of their eyes, to avoid meeting your glances, as well as everyone else's.
It was hard enough to say hello to random people, let alone to you.
And, when I did say it, I found it was drowned out by the shouting, the talking, and the annoying bickering of others.
So, I stopped saying hello.
You might be asking why I chose to write to you--or, at least in my head, you are.
In my head, you know who I am, w
Believe in Heroes - Part 1Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT sadlyBelieve in Heroes - Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: In an AU three turtles are the best of the best, protecting the city, protecting the innocent.
Rating: Whole fic rating is R - this chapter is PG-13
Warning: vague implied turtlecest. This fiction will include detailed turtlecest and violence in later chapters.
Note: Inspired by kameChuu comic Thats Amore
In the large cities of the elite they were known as the "Nightwatcher's"; princes of darkness who protected the precious wealth of the select few. Chosen as mere children and raised in the way of ninjitsu they were all that stood between the cities and the chaos of the outside world.
Leonardo slipped his katana sheaths over his shell settling them against the black fabric of his outfit until they were in the perfect position for him to draw seamlessly. His gaze settled on the other two turtles in the room as they lounged on the bed together.
"I can come with you," Raphael spoke.
"No you can't," Donatello the smaller repl
s o m e h o wWait.s o m e h o w4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not
Ave Stella Maris et Regina CaelorumHail Mary, full of grace-Ave Stella Maris et Regina Caelorum2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I'm sorry. I don't remember the rest.
Maybe if I did then the idea of prayer wouldn't feel so much like begging.
The lessons I am told you mean to teach are not the lessons I have learned, and I do not think I was meant to be a martyr.
I have always dealt with my problems by building towers in my head to hide from them in, castles in the air that solve nothing and do not hinder anyone but myself. I am not brave. I am not kind. And I have been hurt so often that I do not think anyone will ever love me, because while broken things are beautiful, I have never been anything more than passably pretty since I was just walking, and there is not enough left of me to hold anything more than indifference. I have never loved easily, and I have never been loved by someone who was not obligated by blood to do so, and I do not know which one broke me first.
Once upon a time there was a little mermaid who dreamt of a soul of her own, and lost everything for it. Disney offere
Memory Crannies [RotG SPOILERS!]During that night in the village, the place is filled with festive lights and noises. Children and adults crowd in the plaza, clinking their cups together and laughing heartily. Their shoes step on a ground blanketed with white snow, but none of it crowns their heads. Not a single worry is given, not a single cry is heard.Memory Crannies [RotG SPOILERS!]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Except for the shrieks of delight.
Unknowingly, an extra and invisible boy is lurking in their midst. Throwing snowballs on the backs of unexpected villagers, stealing food from the banquets….making the snow appear.
No one notices the snowballs flinging at them out of nowhere. They blame it on others and, without warning, they start a fight. Tables get knocked down, people are pushed around…but no one complains. Those cries of happiness just get louder and louder and that invisible voice joins in, even though no one can hear it.
Finally, the racket toned down, leaving nothing but sudden giggles and playful pushing. “That was fun, right, Mari
PandemoniumClary?Pandemonium6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The girl spun around. Standing in the doorway of the storage room was the bouncer from the entrance and a Mundane boy with thick glasses and floppy hair. Clary, the boy had called her. It was a cute name, Jace thought. It suited her somehow.
Why are you in here by yourself? the boy continued. He was wearing ridiculous clothing for Pandemonium, loose jeans and a faded t-shirt, and was blinking at the girl stupidly, utterly blind like every other Mundane. Most other Mundanes, Jace amended in his head, looking at Clarys baffled expression. What happened to those guys, the ones you said had knives?
So shed been telling the truth, she had alerted the police or told the club security in any case. She was sensible, Jace realised, trying to do the right thing. Then he frowned she had followed what she thought were vigilant killers into a dark room all on her own, without waiting for the security? That certainly wa
Uncompromising LoveWelcome to existence.Uncompromising Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to your conscience.
You may find some substance
in abject resistance.
Welcome to the planet.
Welcome to your summit.
You may find some merit
to throw down the gauntlet.
I know how you feel-
this emotive rawness;
I think we've all been there
in our self-awareness.
Then I dared myself to
love like never before...
Welcome to the world.
Welcome to the old lies.
Love is a commercial
wrapped up in a disguise.
Love is a chemical
you need to reproduce.
Love is a medical
condition I must beat.
over my own heartbeat-
a dollar for a touch
and a dime for some heat.
Then I dared myself to
love like never before...
And ever since,
words have failed
Because the pure and true
of what I never knew
seemed extremely askew
to my old worldview-
forgives every heartbreak;
is never give and take.
You know some words I hate?
Confession.Confession.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey, Raph.. I want to tell you something. I like you. Like, "like" like " Raph's eyes widen in realization and he leans forward, and his lips are hot and welcoming
Leo graciously twisted in the air and delivered the last slash across his last imaginary opponent's throat. The kata was getting better with every try.
The cheesy conversation with his imaginary brother, on the other hand, was still as lame as it could be.
Leo gritted his teeth with irritation and started all over again.
Dodge, block, slash, slash, leap, block If only it was this simple to rehearse his confession!
Being the Leader, Leonardo was quite content with decisions making. He's given it a through consideration and accepted the fact that he could no longer stand the suspense of not knowing if his brother felt something for him too. He's been catching the slightest hints pro and contra for several months and decided it was worth spilling his guts for some clarity.
Gataki mouGataki mou2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was always sunny where he was. An occasional cloud would pass over the sun, but sandy winds would quickly protest and sent it away. The heat was nearly unbearable, even for those who had been born and raised in the forsaken desert.
Heracles knew what the people in the caravan thought of him. As a Greek boy, sold into Egypt along with his brother, they thought him of less worth. As a slave, they thought him a strange contradiction. He was often found sleeping and lazing about, but he never left a job undone. His broad shoulders carried dense muscles that held the capability to lift an ox right off of the sandy ground.
It was no mystery, the man was strange. But needed much y the large caravan. His exemplary way with the animals and strong back made him valuable. The same couldn't be said as much... for his older brother.
"Oi! There you are!" Sadiq's gruff and annoyed voice sounded in the Greek slaves' ear. Heracle's sleepy green eyes looked up to meet his brother's. "Playing with the
stop askingbut why ?stop asking3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am heartbroken, struck down
by my hole-ridden past, crumpling
i am the cardboard
drowning under the rain of
upon my lips lay all my confessions,
as i slice his wrists open with
because he can't hurt anyone else
my only promise is a shambles,
a fairy tale hidden up my sleeves where
the memories cower,
and this must be the longest circle
yet i'm still waiting
for you to come back and whisper broken
lies in my burning ears
and i'm so fucking sorry they have such
a breathless hold on me and i don't want
to be dead, i just want to die:
let me scrub my mind out, so i don't
have to remember the necklace
shattering into four, or the brick wall
that etched lines into my back, or the adults
who didn't look closely enough,
or any other stupid thing i've never
but why ?
next time i forget, let's carve circles in my skin.
:AntarcticaXReader: Not Alone:AntarcticaXReader: Not Alone1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The snow crunched under your heavy boots, the cold nipping at your cheeks. You let out a puff of your breath, that turned into smoke. Your arms were folded as you buried your nose deeper into your thick scarf. "God it's colder than hell here." You mumbled as you just tried to get to the warm cozy house. You felt your hands go numb, your legs moving mechanically.
"This is hell." Came a short, blunt reply. Your (e/c) eyes swiftly moved to your companion, or rather, you were his. His unusual amethyst eyes looking forward, his face always the same: so cold and very distant. His light golden locks swayed in the breeze. His cheeks were just the slightest red, so were his lips.
"Don't say it like that, Antarctica..." You whispered. Your eyebrows dipped in a pitiful expression. If he hadn't replied, you would've guessed your voice was lost in the wind. The said man glanced at your shorter figure, he grumbled as he pulled his goggles over his eyes to protect them from the cold.
"Why not?" Was h
LeviXShy!Reader - Tea - Cafe!AULeviXShy!Reader - Tea - Cafe!AU2 months ago in Romance More Like This
LeviXShy!Reader - Cafe!AU
~ Tea ~
★ ★ ★
Everyday Levi came into the same Cafe to get his usual tea, he would drop in to drink his tea, though he wouldn't stay very long like some customers; he just drank his tea and worked on some papers, and when he was finished, he would leave.
Levi walked through the entrance of the little cafe, causing a small bell to ring. It caught your attention and when you saw who it was you smiled that smile he enjoyed seeing each visit. He walked over to his usual table and sat himself down and situated all his papers neatly, afterwards, he made his way up to the counter.
"What can I get for you today, Sir? The usual?" You asked, ah, it was always good when employees remembered his order. He gave a small bob of the head, you smiled and told him the price and he paid. He didn't bother sitting down, because not even ten seconds later, you had set the tea on
Umbrella TermsThere are moments, sometimes, when he wonders.Umbrella Terms5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wonders in his white suit and wonders on his name tag. Wonders in the hallways about wonders in the mind. Of course, you have to wonder in Wonderland, and so he has to wonder as he plunges down the rabbit hole to scrutinize mentally ill rodents and roses. Of course wondering plays a large part in what he does, poking 'round in grey matter without even seeing it and asking questions.
But it is when he wanders as he wonders that things truly begin to unravel, when he can feel little stringy trails of thought and he knows that he's coming apart at the seams. It starts when his eyes wander and he looks at the halogen bulbs, when they find their way looking out at a full courtroom full of people, when they find themselves really looking at the human being he's trying to analyze.
What a terrible thing to do, to give a man in criminal orange the time of day. Memorize the numbers stitched into that jumpsuit, pay attention to the lack