ATLA - Ocean TribeOcean Tribes - A Fan-Created Culture in the Avatar:Last Airbender WorldATLA - Ocean Tribe9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
To look at the "official" maps of the Avatar's world, one would think that the fastest way from Ba Sing Se to the Capitol of the Fire Nation would be to sail East. In truth, a vast ocean stretches between the two, dotted with small islands. Few larger than Tasmania, the largest, Loh'Kia, is half the size of New Zealand. These islands, the reefs surrounding them, and the vast ocean are home to the Ocean Tribes.
The Great Ocean is highly heterogeneous. Some regions are over deep abyssal trenches. Others are shallow seas with treacherous reefs like the Carribean. This makes navigating the Great Ocean extremely hazardous to those unfamiliar with it. These natural defenses have kept the Ocean Tribes safe from outside invasion for centuries.
The Ocean Tribes have kept fairly isolated from the rest of the world. In the far past, conflicts with both the Fire Nation and the E
Who Am I?Who am I?Who Am I?3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I am a daughter of light and life.
I am a beast who crawls between night and day.
I am a flame in the dark.
I am a silent weaver of dreams.
I quiet the crying
And love the unloved.
I listen to the long forgotten
Myths of old
Screaming to be heard.
I am a howling voice whipped in the wind.
I live and die as the sun rises and sets.
The flame of life burns brightly in me.
I am the girl who likes to be different.
I am a runner, a free thinker, but shrink away from loud noise.
I am the wolf that howls alone.
I am the vapor trail.
I am the cold warmth of storms.
HTTYD - They'll understand part 1They had been flying for the whole morning, and it was already afternoon, but there wasn't a sign of land in miles. Only the endless sea and the sky, as calm and sunny as ever, surrounded them. Sweet little breeze was messing with their hair.HTTYD - They'll understand part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
- Are we there yet? - Snotlout asked, irritated. This flight was starting to tire him out. And Hookfang's rumbling stomack indicated no one's eaten anything since breakfast.
- I believe it's just a few miles away, - Fishlegs answered quite anxiously, as if he was starting to doubt it.
- It looks like we'll just never find this island.
- Stop acting like a child, Snotlout! - Astrid shouted angrily to him. - You've been complaining for nearly half of our flight! I'm pretty tired myself, but at least I don't say it aloud every five minutes.
- Yeah, and if that island didn't really exist, - Hiccup took a map of the surrounding area out of his bag, - it wouldn't be shown on maps at all.
The island our gang of six 19-year-olds was talking about is calle
JabberwockyJabberwockyJabberwocky2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: The Tulgey Wood...home of the most dangerous creatures known to man. But none could hold the candle to the king, the Jabberwock. What would happen if a foolish soul wanders into its domain?
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
- Lewis Carroll, Jabberwocky
Ever since he was just small, his father always told him about the tales of the fearsome Tulgey Wood, where the slithy badger lizard-like toves hid among the gnarling tree roots and mome raths aimlessly wander about as the wingless borogroves walk through the forest floor as if they were mimsy old men with a weak cane to support them.
Even the tales about the three great beasts that ruled the forest...
The Jub Jub Bird, silly as its name was, is no push over by contrast. In fact, it was the reason why Gobber had to sport a hook hand and a peg leg as prosthetics. It was amazing that a hefty man like
HTTYD - They'll understand part 3Toothless shook his head a bit, and his biography continued.HTTYD - They'll understand part 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
- Later that day, as soon as the last Night Fury drifted into the world of dreams, I tiptoed my way out as quietly as I could. Then I unfolded my wings and with a "Farewell, everyone" thought started rising into the night sky. I didn't really know nor care where I flew, the only thing I wanted was to get away, as far away as possible. I guess my mind went a little black at that point, 'cause the next thing I knew was that I woke up in an unfamiliar place, my whole body aching like never before. At first it was like a dream came true: after my legs stopped aching I caught my own breakfast in a lake, had a rest and explored a little. But when a seashore came to my view, my dream turned into a nightmare. I finally realised I had no idea about how I appeared here and how I was supposed to go back: there was nothing but sea around, and I couldn't fly to my island because I didn't know where it was; none of the Night Furies actuall
The Blame Game. The Blame GameThe Blame Game.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How about we play a game.
So we will know who is to blame.
We'll spin the dice and take a turn.
And hurt each other until it burns.
I can't believe what you have done.
Filled us with lies of Kingdom come.
You preached of a God oh so great.
Yet now it seems we are of different fates
There will be no hypocrites beyond His door.
Nor salvation for the wicked to their core.
No place for the deceitful with silver tongues
or those who have been lost since they were young.
For you who cant stand to see your mother.
Have only become a dreadful bother.
Spewing your hate from here to there.
You will one day face a life so bare.
You speak of a Kingdom and Father's love,
Yet when faced a problem; were the first to shove.
A coward hiding behind twisted lies.
Then questioned why we broke all ties.
Don't get me started on your transgressions.
Your problems you caused with pure aggression.
You fought, and screamed, and manipulated.
Your husbands left beaten and berated
AspireAspire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ground of celestial perfection is infinity away from the tallest tower.
alivei want to be buried inalive4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a grave made of water
because i write poetry
but don't understand it
because i know how to feel
but not how to cope
or how to tell you what
it feels like to die
my mother will cry and
her garden will still grow
but she will not take down
photos on the windowsill
she will age dutifully and
retire, travel the world and
i will only regret not being
able to see her finally happy
my brother grow up without
knowing how much i cared
but he will still think
of me on his wedding day
his eyes will be a window
not to his soul, but a world
of pain and loss and he will
wish that i could say sorry
and the boy who knows that
he was the only one i loved;
he will lose himself in the
thought that he had the chance
to save a life, but didn't;
he will read my poetry and
not understand why but know
that i loved him more than life
i will fade to dirt, and from
me will grow a peach tree, with
the type of leaves that children
will make boats out of, sail
across their puddle oceans
Out of the Tulgey Wood chapter 2Out of the Tulgey Wood chapter 2Out of the Tulgey Wood chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Six hours ago, Tumtum Tree - the Heart of the Tulgey Wood…
Hiccup lost all will to fight as he allowed the man that claimed to be the Jabberwock kiss him. This is not what he expected his first kiss would be like. He always fantasizes his first kiss with Astrid, though she would rather have a mugful of her own mixture of yaknog that she made last year than spend time with him. Plus, he didn't expect himself being fancied by a man and vice versa. Who is also a legendary dragon…but that fact doesn’t…bother him much…right now…
Oh, head…is getting fuzzy.
Toothless held the waif-like boy close as he had his way with the boy's lips. He held the lip lock for a while until after five minutes let go to catch his breath. The dragon was quite pleased as he watched Hiccup pant from the long kiss. Seeing his cheeks red was quite an arousing sight.
Perhaps it was the Gods&
The Essence that is LarxeneThe Essence that is Larxene4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lets get something straight.
I'm not your little housewife.
Piss me off?
I'll fucking kill you.
I must say I like having you wrapped around my finger, though.
Not that I...like you or anything.
No way in hell!
Don't make me repeat myself.
Hey, they don't call me "savage" for nothing.
I'm super angry.
Call me a bitch, what's that gonna do?!
I'll still kick the living shit out of you.
Don't walk away from me, ever!
o-or I'll have to stab you in the throat!
HTTYD - They'll understand part 2- Toothless! Toothless, where are you? - Hiccup was calling to his friend, but recieved no responce. He was now holding an amber in his hand, the very same amber Snotlout won at the fair.HTTYD - They'll understand part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Remember I mentioned it at the beginning of my story? It's a rather beautiful gem, about the size of Ruffnut's palm, with a faint image of a dragon embedded inside. The dragon had all the typical features: two horns on its head, huge bat-like wings, four paws with sharp claws, in other words - all what you usually imagine when you hear a word "dragon".
And do you know why only Hiccup believes Fishlegs about it being the Dragon Jewel? It's because of an accident in which the brown-head discovered this gem worked as a two-way translater: whenevr he was holding it in his hand, he could understand every single word the huge winged reptiles said, and vice versa. Though he never told anyone about it: probably he didn't want to sound crazy.
But let's get back to the subject.
Hiccup, after a few minutes of wa
wherever she goes, leave a rosewherever you are is wherever i'll bewherever she goes, leave a rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't tell you everything because
if i do, you may not like what you hear
i can't show you everything because
you may not like what you find
but my shell is open, my soul is torn
love again, again to be born
and i'm letting forth the light in my chest
allowing your love to put me to rest
and though i hate to rhyme
when it's all about you
your love was old and once again new
Overprotective (Drabble)You don’t like this idea one bit.Overprotective (Drabble)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sitting across from John isn’t the thing that makes you nervous- it’s the bright fucking fire in between you two that he says is “mandatory for any camping experience.” You don’t like how close he is to the flames, or how bravely he flips the firewood in the pit with his bare hands. As his matesprit, every instinct in your body is telling you to keep him away from anything dangerous, but as his “boyfriend”, you’re obligated to just sit and watch.
John suggested this trip ages ago. He wanted to take you ‘camping’, since he thought it was the ‘manly’ thing to do. The two of you hadn’t even been at the camp site for ten minutes before John busted up his thumb trying to pitch the tent.
“I might be wrong, but I think you’re supposed to hit the goddamn wooden stakes poking up from Earth’s shitty soil with the hammer, not your fucking fingers.”
Gangnam Style (USUK)...Gangnam Style (USUK)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"America, it's a stupid song. I'm not dancing to it."
England crossed his arms over his chest and attempted to glare at America.
America only pouted as he paused the music video.
"Do you even know what they're bloody saying?" England asked, looking at the computer.
America shrugged. "Nope," He answered. "But, the dances moves are pretty fucking cool," He said, pulling England out of the chair. "Dance with me~!" America said, hugging England close to him.
England only cursed under his breath, and tried to push America off of him. "No. It's a stupid bloody song and a stupid dance that's not even in English! Do you even know what language it is in?" England asked, finally seperating himself from America.
America sighed and let England sit down again. "I don't know what language it's in..." He said. He suddenly got an idea. He pouted and did his best sad puppy face. "Please, Iggy...?"
England's eyes widened and he tore his gaze away from America. "N-No-no...
PART 7: I SURVIVEDPART 7: I SURVIVED3 years ago in Settings More Like This
I stared at my charred house. I looked at the firefighter who knelt down next to me, rubbing my shoulder. His eyes were sincere, sadness coating ever fiber in his body. He must've seen this everyday, a fire, loss of life within, or someone gone missing, yet his sadness was sincere, kind, gentle, no façade within his stare. He rubbed my shoulder and gave me a hug. I started crying instantly, wrapping my arms around his frame, feeling safe, even a little bit.
"I'm sorry." I heard his voice say, echoing within my head. I didn't know what to do. I was sobbing, the feeling of loss finally filling my core. My brother was gone, who barely began to live, and now my mother was gone. I had no one, the rest of my family was scattered across the country. I didn't look up from the fireman, I kept hugging him, not looking up to see the charred remains of what I once called home. The fireman didn't let go of me, hugging me still, and once more muttered his sorry's, and that he wis
Karkat and Reader-Life is not a game Pt 2Karkat and Reader-Life is not a game Pt 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Karkat and Reader
“Mum! Dad!” You turned around to see two large and one tiny human. The smaller one was staring at you with wide eyes. “What are you?” She said, her voice filled with awe. “Mum. Dad. This is Karkat Vantas. He’s injured and needs to stay hidden. Can he please stay here?” _____ put on the most innocent, begging face she could. You tried not to laugh and instead put your own pathetic face on. The female had swung in your favour, but the male still looked stoic. His expression definitely showed that you would have to do better. You stood, facing him. “SIR, I PROMISE THAT I WILL LEAVE IF I DO ANYTHING THAT MAKES YOU UNHAPPY.” You had to focus to make sure there were no swears in the sentence. He raised his eyebrow at you. “Really?” You locked eyes with him. “I SWEAR ON MY PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A LIFE.” Suddenly, he roughly patted you on the back. “Now that’s an oath
Love Him Like YouHe's there for me.Love Him Like You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He cares so much.
Do anything to see me smile.
But I still don't love him like you.
I told him my secrets
And he told me his
And we both accepted each other.
But I still don't love him like you.
I hurt him bad
And he still stayed
And wiped away my tears.
But I still don't love him like you.
You hurt me so bad
And completely disappeared.
I have no reason to love you.
Why can't I love him like you?
Sharp Objects I remember when it all beganSharp Objects2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said "Hello"
And took my hand
You said "How are you?"
As if you cared
You said "I can help you"
I was scared
You said "I'll show you"
And that you did
You said "I love you"
And that was it
You said "I hate you"
I wanted more
You said "I'll hurt you"
Still wasnt sure
You said "I will kill you"
I didnt care
The Happy DaysDo you remember those happy days in our lives?The Happy Days4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When we lived in a time of imagination and happiness?
We had boxes of crayons and markers with sheets of paper under our feet
And we drew away what we saw in our young minds
Do you remember that time when you laughed with a golden smile?
We painted with our hands and drew our happy family
We didn't care about the world around us at that time
We were living in our land of make believe
Do you remember that time when you played with your toys?
Imagination made them seem real and they were our closet friends
Now they are just pieces of plastic and wool
They are no longer real to us anymore
Do you remember that time when we grew up?
The world finally came clear to us
The world we thought was a good place is now a prison
The sun doesn't shine anymore and we have inanimate friends
The drawings you made are pointless
The tribes you join are your family
Mommy and daddy get in constant fights about the green paper
The world finally came down and our
The Black KnightI wake up in the morning and look around meThe Black Knight4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
We live under the puppet strings of many men
Our lives dictated by what we need to live by
But using the form of democracy to hide the lies
I wake up in the morning to find myself in the mirror
I'm one of those who wishes for hope in a world like this
But I cannot do it
Only another person can bring hope
I wake up in the morning
To find my reflection but as a different person
My reflection is the idea that I made
Remember I cannot do it as myself
I put on the mask and look at myself
Seeing what I have created instead
I cannot bring hope as myself
But I can do it as what I am now
I'm another person under the mask
I'm not weak and I'm willing to do what's right
I'm not another face where people just walk away from
I am something people want me to be
I do not think of myself as a hero
But only as an idea that is a part of my wishes
To help bring hope to myself and others
I just wish I could have done it as me
I've always wished that people could
TransgenderTransgender I always thought strange.Transgender2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is in a pronoun change?
Don't understand what gender means.
Just a label it would seem.
Sealing yourself in a different box,
Boarded up, covered in locks.
Why can't we just break free?
Won't anyone join in with me?
No longer define by a gender.
No meaning behind him or her.
These labels won't get you far.
Everyone should be who they are.
Conversation With A GodShe calls herself Poseidon. I call her “she”, but the statement is debatable, I suspect she is not truly anything, however for the time being, and to my eye, she appears female. Her hair is long and very dark blue, except at the tips where it is lit with flecks of seafoam green. Her skin shines like the polished face of a seashell, with as many colors swimming across it.Conversation With A God2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She walks beside me with her face raised to the sun, and as I glance back I see that her footsteps in the sand are filled with water.
‘Aren’t you afraid you’ll dry out?’ I as,k because it is the first thing that comes to my mind, and instantly I know I sound foolish.
‘I can not,’ she replies and her voice sounds like water running over stones. ‘I may walk a thousand years in the desert, and when I am done, it will be an ocean.’
She does not look at me as she speaks, she keeps her face to the sun which shines meekly through the wisps of clouds, still low over t