Tarzan Battles AgainThe rustling in the distance attracted his attention first. When he heard the disturbance, the jungle man stood up and peered as far as he could see.Tarzan Battles Again1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had been resting on a branch, and now he stood on the same branch to try to see what was coming. He had a pretty good idea, though. Whatever it was walked on two legs. Not many things in the jungle walked on two legs. It basically boiled down to the man himself, the woman asleep higher in the tree in a hidden nook, and the intruders.
They were back.
The man leapt to a higher branch, which he caught in his hands, swinging his body up until he was crouching on the branch. He leapt to a branch above and another. He kept heading up until he was at the highest branch in the tree. He moved into a standing position and looked in the direction he had heard the noise.
He could see the men, moving in single file through the tall grass. They hadn't yet reached the edge of the jungle itself. They were about forty-five minutes from the man's presen
Tybalt x Mercutio...wait what?Tybalt and Mercutio: A love storyTybalt x Mercutio...wait what?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THIS FIC IS PURE, UNADULTERATED CRACK!!! PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!!!
MY FRIEND AND I HEARD ABOUT THIS DELIGHTFULLY TWISTED PAIRING AND JUST COULDN'T RESIST WRITING A CRACKFIC FOR IT!!! Oh, and Mr. Shakespeare sir? Please don't rise from the grave and hunt us down, that would make us sad......ENJOY!
Tybalt closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of soft lips pressing against his own and the warmth of the person in his arms. He admitted to himself that he consumed more than a little wine, which would explain why the person that he was currently kissing passionately was another man. He couldn't see the others face though, for they were both still wearing their party masks.
Tybalt pulled the other closer and whispered huskily in his ear, "Take off your mask." the other male smiled, "Take of yours first." Tybalt smiled back, "Fine then, at the same time." Both men stepped back a lit
Thug!Levi x Reader - Afraid - [AU]Thug!Levi x Reader - Afraid - [AU]5 months ago in Romance More Like This
Thug!Levi x Reader - Afraid - [AU]
Warning: Brief sexual harassment
The city you lived it wasn't exactly a gated community like you'd hoped. Yes, your home was nice, but the area all around was nothing short of terrifying. Not that you couldn't hold your own if needed, but gunshots in the night didn't exactly rock you to sleep. Unfortunately, it was worse for you because you were smack dab in the middle of gang rivaled areas. Two gangs, The Scouts and The MP were always trying to kill each other, taking any means necessary to bring the other gang down. Most days this didn't matter on your drive to work, but when your car decided to crap out one night, that meant you had to walk to and from the grocery store you needed to desperately visit.
Groceries in hand, you walked down the dimly lot street, cell phone in hand as you texted your friend about your shitty car problem. If your stupid boss would have just given you that raise, you coul
A Giver (A Poem)A GiverA Giver (A Poem)9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
“A giver will always be in the know
On how to give up the materials, to let it go
Giving your time, energy, never doing it for a cost
No matter the time or the things that are gained or lost.
A fan of someone gives their time and money for support
Everyone and everything needs to dock on a gracious port
Their ship known as a dream, as it sails the ocean blue.
Powered by the givers of time like me or you.
It is hard and there might be a foul way.
But please, be the light of someone’s day.
To know there are people that will lose an arm and a liver
All to be the person that spent their life being your sacred giver.
Do not be afraid to give and support, give someone the ability to smile knowing that you care.”
As I Kept DrowningI swear,As I Kept Drowning10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there have been better days
to look up into the sky at the stars
from six feet underwater,
But I couldn't help myself this time
And I found myself
desperately reaching my hands up
to clear this vision
of the moon covered in
soot and dust and tears
as I kept
Alison Brie TGAlison Brie TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“GOSH DANGIT!” Mitch exclaimed, throwing himself onto his couch in mix of anger and disappointment. He was a bit down on his luck lately in the acting business, nothing seemed to go his way and just then he had heard that the part he had auditioned for most recently was just taken. He was a good actor, he knew that much. He was praised for accomplishments in school plays and even secured a part in more than one highly rated movie. He had no idea as to why this was happening to him, but it was and he couldn’t get out of his lull.
Just then though, as he lay defeated on his couch, he received a call from an unknown number. “Hello,” Mitch said with a audibly defeated tone. “HELLO, How are you Mitch?” responded a high pitched yet powerful woman’s voice. “Uhm... I’m good, who is this?” he said now curious as to the fact that he mustn't have known this woman, especially not with a voice as distinctiv
The BoyBoyThe Boy6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Once, there was a boy that was not like other boys.
He realized this early on.
His parents dressed him strangely.
His relatives treated him oddly.
The other boys put him on probation, but he couldn't run as fast. After that, they ignored him for a few grades.
(After that, they realized he had all the answers)
He didn't like running. It never seemed to work right.
He tried talking to the girls instead.
After all, they were the ones he was 'supposed' to be talking to anyway, who knew why.
It didn't go very well, to say the least.
They asked him if he was a "PIG", and he always got it wrong.
They giggled in corners about things of which he'd never heard.
At least the boys talked about real things, like rocks and soccer balls.
Girls talked about people he didn't know.
He didn't have many friends.
Soon he learned why he was supposed to talk to girls;
why they dressed him funny,
why he couldn't run as fast.
He was a 'girl'.
Look down, they said. You'll see. Boys look like this.
Ode to a stalkerI didn't know you caredOde to a stalker9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a way you flatter me
You have my schedule down
Is that a mold of my key?
I didn't mean to scream
It's just I didn't know
that you were waiting for me
Uh... could you plaese let me go.
It's not that I don't like you
you or your gun
It's just I left the stove on
and I've really got to run
your apartment is so lovely
with all the pictures that you keep
every one of me...
No, it's the dedication that makes me weep
how did you get a place like this
so close to the shore
and such a lovely view
Wha- I'm not heading towards the door.
Hey aren't you thirsty?
Isn't ther something you can do
that will distract you long enough
so I can escape from you?
Gun and InkRape-eyed and restless, alone in the moonlight. Five hours sleep in three days. Confined to the study. I have done all that I can think to do, including smashed the picture that several hours of staring informed me I no longer enjoyed. It and the frame are in the garbage, which is tied and sitting by the door. I have rearranged the drawer. I have drunk the wine. Most of all I have consumed every pill in the place. I have now only hours now until I address The Butchers in regards to our policy on moratorium violence. I tried to write down this speech. The attempt took two hours. The first hour was spent trying to write the word moratorium. It is misspelled all over the page. At some point during the beginning of the second hour I put down my pen and picked up on of the girls without realising it.Gun and Ink1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
All time since has been spent attempting to push the muzzle of the gun in past the mouth of the inkwell.
I don’t know what about the clang of metal on metal or metal on glass was not a cl
Dear DeathDear Death,Dear Death5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why are you taking so long?
Did something go wrong?
Are you off sharpening your scythe?
Come back; you left my life
The medication isn't helping.
I need you to end my yelping.
Scrape the screams from inside my head,
Hover over me as I sleep in bed.
You've become my first priority.
I beg you to listen to my small minority.
We need to have a short conversation.
Please help me end this starving temptation.
Oh Death, you must come back.
End my life with just one whack.
Smirk as they slam the coffin door,
And treasure my soul for evermore.
The Dungeons and Dragons GeekAnd in our group there was a Dragons geekThe Dungeons and Dragons Geek8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His skin was white, and his body was weak
But what he lacked in strength and body mass
He made up for in knowledge of Wee Jas.
He warned the others about her powers
His truthful teaching went on for hours.
After he was done, the Pardoner said,
"You and I are brothers, my good friend!"
"Dear sir, are you accusing me of lies?
I swear to Vecna my words have no ties
They are free and true, Nerull strike me down.
You say we are brothers? To that I frown."
There is no loyal a man than the geek.
Just ask the elves, orcs, or dwarves: they'll shriek
And talk of his goodness and vast wisdom
Surpassing that of a silver dragon.
Even Erythnul will show him pardon
For his path has been chosen by Fharlanghn.
He is destined to help those most in need,
To spread the word and sew the seed
Of Gods and Goddesses seated most high,
Which can be hard, since he hardly sees sky.
Wuya and Jack: Tainted Love, Ch. 1Wuya sat in silence, contemplating her current role on the Heylin side and in the universe in general. It didn't look good. She had gone from being the world's greatest Heylin sorceress to being the reluctant partner of an incompetent, evil-obsessed teenager, to becoming a servant to Chase Young. Being Chase's subordinate wouldn't be so bad, but of course he was smart enough to keep her confined to her room most of the time. Wuya could almost laugh at how far she'd fallen if it didn't make her rage boil over so much.Wuya and Jack: Tainted Love, Ch. 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She used to rule the world! Now she was essentially a trophy wife for a stuck-up, immortal warrior. Not that Chase ever even bothered at romance or even showed a glimmer of naughtiness. He was too obsessed with becoming the perfect warrior for anything else. World domination wasn't in mind and enjoying charnel pleasures was the furthest thing from his focus. Not that Wuya was particularly into sexual pleasure or romance
Top 50 Batman Quotes50.I believe in Jim Gordon. I believe in Harvey Dent. I believe in Gotham City.Top 50 Batman Quotes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
49.I made a promise on the grave of my parents that I would rid this city of the evil that took their lives. By day, I am Bruce Wayne, billionaire philanthropist. At night, criminals, a cowardly and superstitious lot, call me... Batman.
48.You and I... with what we do... what's at stake... we can't fail. Others don't understand, but even if it's... impossible, we still have to succeed.
47.Your life could end here, now, and nobody would ever know. Would anyone even miss you? Tell me, what's your life worth, punk... ?
46.I've known Commissioner Jim Gordon for more years than I'd care to admit. During that time a friendship has grown that I thought was as solid as a rock. I would have trusted my life to the man.
45.You can never escape me. Bullets don't harm me. Nothing harms me. But I know pain. I know pain. Sometimes I share it. With someone like you
44.My life has been a crusade to save this city. But as Ba
StalkerI never really knew you…Stalker8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet you were obsessed with me.
I don't understand why,
'Cuz I haven't got much beauty.
You're the worst guy I've met,
Looks are all you search for.
I want guys who want personality,
Could I ask for any more?
I saw you as a jerk
The day you asked me out.
I thought you'd expect a "no",
But then I saw you pout.
I don't feel sorry for you,
You deserve what you get.
You ask me all of a sudden,
And we haven't even met.
So then you start to stalk me,
It really made me worry.
I always saw you stare at me,
So I ran home in a hurry.
I'm so relieved you moved,
I can live my life free.
I don't see anyone gaze,
Not a person following me.
You'll never be my friend,
You'll never be my guy.
We'll never be together…
Not even the day I die.
The Dust of the PastThe Dust of the Past2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Dust of the Past
is going through
Some tough times
I can relate to that
Hope he's doing ok
He's not dust
Not a heartless
I know life
has some difficult parts in life
Some people will relate
to the same pain
I was in that spotlight
of the awful thing
His wounds will heal
The darkness is in him
surrounds the light away
Just like sasuke
His pain is hurting him
I can see it
Thats where i was
crying in the dark alone
no one there
not caring of me
avoiding my pain
It's so sad
I hug him
letting him cry
All the pain
he holds in him
are his dust
to his past
The Dust of the Past
not a thing
of the wind
or avoid from Life
I have a shoulder
to share with
to let him cry
I'll be there
He's a good friend
No one should go through tough times
Not become the dust
of their own life
Throw it ou
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERSMass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
ReflectionReflection3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Cold and smooth is the surface of glass, but it doesn't have a color,
and it hides the naked truth unlike any other
You look so innocent in the truth, but it really, truly lies,
'cause the person that it sees right now hardly can comply
The glowing glass holds the image of you, but all it sees is perfection
you like to tease it is the truth, though it is only your reflection
Blinded by beauty is the mirror to only notice features
it compares you to the rest, lower than a creature
It can't see your pain inside, or understand your feelings
and you know as you move on, it's yourself you're slowly killing
You let out a cry of pain as you pound your fist into the glass
then you fall onto your knees and hope those feelings swiftly pass
The mirror breaks and is left confused as it lays there shattered
blood drips down your raw hand and your breathing slowly patterns
Now the mirror is just like you, it's broken and a mess
and you can't repair the pieces which are lower than they are les
boys who love their grandmothersnever fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.boys who love their grandmothers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forgiveness, remind you that you are not a mistake.
he will wipe the trails of tears that always seem to decorate your cheeks
and replace them with rose petals, saying that he chose the color red
to match the passion he knows flows through your veins.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will trace the freckles on your skin
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
In the Wake of Despair.Rampaging greenish gray clouds choked the sky hidden behind them, their thunder created blasting static which frizzed her hair on to its ends, whipping whatever which way the wind dictated, every few moments striking her in the face. It did not bother her, a mere side effect of her whim to be out here in this weather, surrounded by naught but seawater. Her seventeen year old olive skin was prematurely wrinkled with years’ worth of worrying; one wouldn’t believe so with the foolish decisions she could make. The churning waves crashed against the large rock she stood upon; she could feel wisps of the moisture on her skin.In the Wake of Despair.4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It may very well be, she mulled, that a sudden surge would knock her off her feet and into the depths below, the thought settled in her mind, yet she did nothing about it. The long trail of stepping stones she used in the first place to reach where she was now were completely submerged; there was no going back till the storm’s end. It occurred to her t
Courting DeathCourting Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death should be a glorious fiend,
an indulgent lover
who cradles your head
and feasts off
the slow twine
of body and soul.
He must court you,
run his long, cool fingers
from temple to spine
and count the days
that climb toward heaven.
He should caress
behind your knees,
find the delicate shift
and blood -
a music only he can taste,
and knead the supple
and smooth hopes you hold
and turn them into pledges.
He will love you
as you deserve -
that final lilt
of joy blotting out your breath,
his bleak and sinewed body
covering what lies beneath,
making the light
within your cheeks
a barren vessel
to whet his longing.
Ata Interview Transcript.Ata Interview Transcript.2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with Endling
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `Endling, an incredibly talented comic artist and creator of many of your favorite series on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, Endling.
Hey all you folks there in AtAChat! Go ahead and start posting questions now.
Thanks for having me Fluff!
I warn everyone I'm on my second triple espresso coffee of the day. If my answers are incoherent and/or jittery you'll know why. I'M WIRED TO GO.
*RedVenture asks "How did you get started doing art, Endling?"
When I was little, my dad would bring home paper from his job. He worked with computers and stuff and often had tons of it lying around, so I'd make use of it and draw. (With his permission. Occasionally.) After a while he noticed I had a habit of doing this. Usually robot caterpillars. I'm not kidding