TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 4TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 44 years ago in Drama More Like This
"How'd ya get your hands on this game?!" asked a surprise Cyborg. He clutched Mega Monkeys 6 in his hands as if it were the legendary holy grail.
"I ran straight to the video game shop the moment it opened. Dude, you have no idea how long it took until I actually bought it from that super long line!" Beast Boy exasperated.
"You know you could have pre-ordered it, B. Saves a lot of time and guaranteed that you'll have one while everyone else has to fight for the last ones in stock," Cyborg noted.
Beast Boy's proud smile instantly deflated into an embarrassed look. His eyes looked at a random object in the room while his lips formed a small, puckered look. "I knew that "
"Uh-huh " Cyborg smirked.
"Hey, well we could have played the game yesterday if someone wasn't hogging the TV!"
"Well ya didn't tell me it was Mega Monkey 6!"
"Yes I did!" Beast Boy said.
"No you didn't, B. Anyways, start the game," Cyborg said nonchalantly.
Beast Boy didn't continue th
TT: A.S.B.E.A.- Existence Pt 5TT: A.S.B.E.A.- Existence Pt 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
Robin and Cyborg hovered about the scene, noting the several huge craters in the park.
"It looks like one heck of a fight," Cyborg commented.
Robin remained silent as his eyes scanned over the craters. It didn't take him another second to recognize these craters were the aftermath of a starbolt. He knew that Starfire never had a hard time landing a starbolt on her enemies. She was always dead-on-sight, unless they were moving at the speed of light. The many craters told him her enemy was someone fast. The amount of craters also told him that the villain who had attacked her must have also had the ability to fly. That was another flaw Starfire had difficulty with during training.
Silently, the masked hero continued walking and observing the craters.
"Yo, Rob! You oughtta see this!" Cyborg hollered.
Robin appeared beside Cyborg within seconds. His eyes widened at the body imprinted on the ground before them.
"Definitely Starfire's body," Cyborg said quietly.
"She can't be--"
Are You a Normal Boy?Take off that silly mask you're wearing.Are You a Normal Boy?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ah, yes. That's a pretty face.
Is that the one you always wear to parties?
Where is the one you put on when you're all alone?
Did you leave that one at home?
Don't worry; I won't tell anyone that I noticed.
Behind your various shades of blue and green, I might think you were normal.
Too bad for you, I'm the exact same way.
I hide behind these barriers because it feels so safe.
Let's be honest with each other, just this once;
Why don't you show me how you really feel?
Is that so much to ask?
Put away the pen-shaped knives and just be real.
Will you believe me if I tell you that I'm sorry?
For finding you out?
How's this? I'll make it up to you with a new mask.
Will you make me one too?
Well BalancedShe's a completely normal member of society.Well Balanced3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's a towering monument for a community in need.
She's a lovely face on a brightly lit billboard.
He's a freedom fighter rallying for a cause.
She's a multitude of lies behind her friendly smile.
He's a beacon of light for the hopeless and lost.
She's got slaves and handmaids to help her along.
He's a little broken, but it's nothing tape won't fix.
She's nice and orderly and keeps things running proper.
He's a walking time bomb just waiting to explode.
She's the cost of evil, and he's the price it takes to kill it.
TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 3TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 34 years ago in Drama More Like This
Starfire unfolded the blue blanket and spread it underneath a healthy tree. Its branches were filled up with so many foliage, that it was able to create the perfect shade from the sun's harsh rays. The sun wasn't hot, but it was bright and warmthe perfect weather.
She placed the basket on the right corner, near her head, and lied on the blanket. Her two arms laid folded over the other, behind her head. The alien princess closed her eyes as she enjoyed the day. Without intentions, she had drifted into a nap.
It was hot. The weather had suddenly transformed into a suffocating, humid atmosphere. There were cries and shouts all mangled together, creating unintelligible, slurred words.
Starfire squinted, but no matter how much she tried, she was always greeted by a hazy mirage of purples, reds, and oranges.
The screams continued as well as the overwhelming heat.
Soon the slurred cries became understandable to her ears. They were mixtures of both m
Pride - Flight (What's Your Sin?)Who's to say that heaven is the realm of the gods?Pride - Flight (What's Your Sin?)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who told you to live among the stars was fantasy?
Spread your wings, child. The sun's just out of reach.
I can reach the sky if I can just go a little higher.
Tempt the fates of old with wax and blood
Until they clip your dreams and send you flailing.
Don't look now, child. Charon waits for you.
When did the ground grow so much closer?
Salt and sea put out those flames.
Smoke rising around you to carry you down below.
Hold your breath, child. Your starch wings turn to gold.
Who's to say that hell is the realm of the gods?
TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 2TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
Starfire held a picture in her hand of her, Raven, Robin, Beast Boy, and a random teenage boy. Apparently, Cyborg believed that it would be funny to catch a shot of a jealous Robin telling the boy to back off.
Starfire giggled as she reminisced the day.
"Hey you're um Starfire, right?" a boy with brown hair and eyes asked.
"Yes, hello," she greeted.
"Oh, that's so cool! Starfire, I'm such a big fan of yours! You're an amazing fighter, not to mention, hot!" he complimented.
"I do not believe my temperature has increased," she answered as she checked her forehead.
"Good one," he chuckled, "I mean hot as in attractive."
"Oh," Starfire slightly turned red.
"Listen, I was wondering if you want to go out sometime," he said with tinted cheeks.
"She's taken," another teenager with spiky black hair and masked eyes answered.
Raven, who was reading on a bench with an annoying Beast Boy dragging her attention from
Labyrinth of Fears ~ EpilogueBBC Sherlock/AvengersLabyrinth of Fears ~ Epilogue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock/Tom Hiddleston, one-sided Loki/Tom Hiddleston(?)
On the day the world did not end, there were four people sitting in Baker Street 221B, sipping tea. John and Sherlock had agreed to take Loki along ("Only if he pays for the cab", John had said.) and now Sherlock was watching him, never looking away.
"Could you stop that?" Tom said and draped a blanket over Loki's shoulders. "He's been under enough stress without you looking at him with that 'I will stare at you until you get creeped out'-look."
"You are aware he tried to kill you?" John asked, blinking in disbelief. "And now you're doting on him like you're his mother."
"He is incapable of doing otherwise," Loki said, accepting the cup of tea Tom handed over to him. "He is kindness reincarnated."
John nodded, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Yes, about that ... how exactly did you say this works?"
"After hundreds of years of torture, Loki snapped and got rid of the last shreds of kindness and love in
Say SomethingSay Something2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Author's Note: This fic came to me after I heard, then saw the video for, the A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera duet "Say Something". It struck something in me and... well, this story is what came of it. If you haven't heard it, it can be found here: Say Something.
Usage of the cover image, entitled "Mission failed" was granted by artist f19850928.
Warning: I never thought I would write one of these, but it turns out I was wrong. Not only is this a sonfic (something I'm not a big fan of) but it is also a Death!Fic.
Disclaimer: Young Justice & Batman, or the song "Say Something", are not mine. Any recognizable content is not mine.
Say something I'm g
The GunslingerThe wandering lawman who asks only for a bedThe Gunslinger3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Enters the lonely towns followed by whispers of the dead.
He's feared by all who see the fierce guns on his hips,
For no soul has ever escaped the sting of his iron's grip.
He's ever watchful, always on his guard until
He enacts his revenge against the ones who wish him ill.
They say he once had a wife who bore him a strong, healthy son,
But someone took them both away from him which is why he now wears the guns.
The shadows flee before him and mountains fall at his feet.
Children cry at his blackened face as he walks down lonely streets.
Some say he's a hero, while others say he's damned.
If you look into his eyes, you'll see he's just a man.
A father, a lover. He's a protector to all.
The day he takes his final breath will be the day the whole world falls.
Damian's NightmareDamian's Nightmare3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My vision finally began to blur as the door slowly opened. I soon became alert. A little figure slowly entered the room. With the curtains opened it was easier to tell the little figure was Damian in his finlet PJ’s with a hood attached to the shirt (curtsy of Alfred), with the light of the moon I could see the tears rolling down his face. I knew what to do after all this was the sixth time this month this has happened. I picked Damian up and walked over to my bed, as I sat down he instantly curled and pressed his face against my body. I realised was hugging the teddy bear I “secretly” put in his room. I rubbed his head and hugged him as the tears went down his face...”The nightmare again?” I asked although I knew the answer. He simply nodded and hugged the teddy bear tighter. Being the eldest of the brothers I feel like this is my responsibility to look after everyone, Damian being the youngest only 10 years old is not exactly your average happy lit
DrogaDroga5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Te odio más que nada, odio todo lo que amé un día de ti, odio tus virtudes, odio tu sonrisa, odio el brillo de tus ojos color miel, odio el rubor de tus mejillas, odio las formas que hacen tus cabellos al viento
Dame un respiro, todo me recuerda a ti. Hasta el viento me trae tu aroma
Tu dulce aroma.
Ahora maldigo el día en que te conocí, maldigo el día en que tu sonrisa me cautivó, maldigo todo de ti, pero sin embargo no puedo dejarlo atrás.
Estoy enganchada a ti como un drogadicto a la droga, ¡Joder!
Me has dado lo mejor en mi vida, pero también lo peor. Contigo me he sentido llena, feliz, pero también vacía e insignificante.
Y ahora solo puedo odiarte, porque ya no tengo capacidad para amarte.
Tu amor ha convertido mi vida en un puto infierno.
No puedo vivir sin ti, pero tampoco contigo, preferiría morir antes que hacer cualquiera de las dos co
FF: RainIt's been raining in Jump city for over a weak: no major crimes happened besides Doc. Light, but that didn't last long since the rain short-circuit his suit and he got electrocuted pretty badly, so we won’t see him anytime soon. It's kinda sad since it was pretty fun mess with the Doc.FF: Rain3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anyway my names Beast Boy, member of the kickass team the Teen Titans… And I've been bored all day.
I was lying down on the Commons room couch, hiding my head under the pillow trying to drown out the sound of rain.
Tap, tap, tap
Ugh sometimes it can get irritating to have heightened senses. Don't get me wrong I love the rain, but when you're sick and haven't slept in a few days it can get on your nerves.
"I'm soo bored."
"If I keep you company will you shut up?" said a monotones voice. My ears perked up at the voice and I looked around finding the owner of the voice sitting barley two feet’s away from. Raven. How did she get there?
"How did you get here?"
"I've been meditating
TT: ASBEA: Existence Pt 1TT: ASBEA: Existence Pt 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
Smoke emitted from the tower. There were screams and cries, but there would be no one who could help them.
Her dark, night hair danced with the flames surrounding the throne room. She looked at the bronze throne with a picture in her right hand. She smiled mischievously and sat on it.
The once-beautiful platinum room was now a dull, sheen-less silver color. The two red velvet curtains hung behind the throne on either side. The right was shredded to pieces as if a cat had clawed it down. The left was set a flame, slowly being engulfed with fire, as of the rest of the room.
The black haired princess propped her left elbow on the throne's once-golden arms and idly looked at the smiling girl in the picture. She debated whether she should crush it or drop it on the floor, to let the flames swallow it up into dark crumbs of ashes. But another idea struck her. She looked at the picture with a bitter look on her face and smiled.
"This time, we'll be even," the dark princess said.
Her right han
Coming Home (Bucky and Steve's Reunion)Coming Home (Bucky and Steve's Reunion)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Setting: After Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier AND Avengers 2: The Age of Ultron
Contains spoilers only for Captain America 2
SleepTamora thrived on very little sleep.Sleep3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In part because of her programming and partly due to habit, she had turned out to be the kind of person who could get two hours of sleep the night before and still be ready to spend the entire day fighting cybugs. Having perfected the technique of stealing catnaps during those few quiet moments between quarter alerts, she was always ready to go. Whether it be day or night, rain or shine, an arcade threating disaster or just a pleasant jump over to Sonic’s or Mario’s for a picnic, Tamora was always at her best with very little sleep.
Not that she didn’t enjoy the occasional day of just dozing in bed with Felix when the arcade was closed and nothing was planned, but she was always at her peak when she was almost about to fall asleep. No other way to stay alive in a game where the slightest moment of weakness and lapse in judgment meant getting eaten by a bug.
Felix, on the other hand, needed his rest.
Thirty years of a strict schedul