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Strap on your goggles, Riddick fans! Director David Twohy reviewed each of the 25 amazing semi-finalist entries into the Riddick: Rule the Dark Fan Art Contest, and after careful consideration, he's chosen three bounty hunters to win tons of cash and prizes! "You're not afraid of the dark, are you?"
Silence the VictimsHe was shoved in the chest by a pair of forceful hands, and he toppled backwards, falling in the grass on his rear. He glanced up in fear at the boys who surrounded them, excitement in their eyes and amusement in their grins. The one who pushed him down, their unofficial leader, kicked him where it hurt. He heard fuzzy laughter as he saw stars. He would have thought—would have hoped—that it would end there. But it didn’t.Silence the Victims1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
He wasn’t sure how many bruises he would have to cover up after this, just that it hurt. He was in pain. He didn’t want to feel pain. He wanted out. He had to get away from the pain. He had to get away from the root of the pain. Instinct reminded him of the pain givers that stood above and around him in the back of the schoolyard, relentlessly kicking him with their worn sneakers and pounding him with their child fists.
Suddenly the pain was ignored and his body was numb as he instinctively stood up, yelling, before breaking through the g
Otaku Weeaboo QuizNote before you start: This quiz is also kind of a joke, so please dont take it too seriously.Otaku Weeaboo Quiz6 years ago in Humor More Like This
#1: Have you watched at least five animes?
#2: How about ten?
#3: How about twenty?
#4: Would you date somebody if they looked like an anime character you have a crush on?
#5: Have you ever been to an anime convention?
#6: Do you think its evil when they dub an anime in another language?
#7: Have you ever had anime themed wallpaper on your computer?
#8: Would you play a video game based on an anime?
#9: Have you ever bought anime merchandise?
#10: Would you start a flame war if someone didnt like your favourite anime?
#11: Have you ever download an anime because you couldnt wait for one of your
local TV networks to pick it up?
#12: Have you ever written a fanfic based on an anime?
#13: Have you ever drawn any fanart based on an anime?
#14: Do you hate 4kids entertainment?
#15: Would you sell out your own country to the Japanese?
#16: Do you say random Japanese words in
This is Halloween in JapaneseThis is Halloween in Japanese7 years ago in Other More Like This
Nozoite minai ka
Fushigisugiru sekai wo
Annai suru yo
Bokura no HALLOWEEN!
Kore ga HALLOWEEN
Kabocha ga himei wo ageru
Kore ga HALLOWEEN
TRICK OR TREAT
Minna ga shinu hi made
Kyoufu no machi hibiku himei
BED ni kakureru ore wo miro
Surudoi kiba ni
Kaidan ni kakureru ore wo miro
Hebi no yubi ni kami no ke kumo
Kore ga HALLOWEEN
HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN
HALLOWEEN TOWN kono machi wa
PUMPKIN SONG ni daikassai
HALLOWEEN TOWN kono machi wa
Minna ga kyoufu wo daikangei
Toori no kado wo magatte goran
Wakuwaku shichauze nanikaga
Suki da ze! HALLOWEEN!
Akakuro! Nebaneba! Kowai darou?
Ara, zenzen yo! Noroi no kotoba tonaeru dake de
Yamiyo no tsuki ni noru wa
Kyoufu no koe hibiku himei
Atashi wa PIERO yo okao ga hen
Ikinari araware sugu kieru
Senaka ga tsumetaku kanjiru kai
Boku da yo kurokami yurasu kaze
Oresama tsukiyo ni utsuru kage
Kyoufu no yume nara omakaseda
Kore ga HALLOWE
the human syntaxmottledthe human syntax1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are carbon copies walking the streets
cut/and/paste people who
deracinated from scriptured roots rarely
ever realize that history is always unfolding right before them
or that somewhere in the bubbling
ooze of their jurassic hearts
a pasquinade has sprung
an unintended flood of reasoning
and merry mutants will come out to play
in scorched supernova shadows
while predation in the bio-mass
reached its all-time lowest
as shown in graphs designed to demonstrate
DO's and DON'Ts of OCsDOs and DONTs of Creating OCs.DO's and DON'Ts of OCs6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm not a brilliant or fantasmically talented writer, but I know a decent OC when I see one. Or at least a non-crappy one.
I think we know how this works. Here we go
1. DO Try to vary your OCs personalities. In the real world, if everyone had the same awesome, flawless character, life would be mind-numbingly BORING. Also, not everyone is nice/horrible/depressed/energetic all the time. (Unless, of course, you want to use that as a flaw.)
2. DONT get too hung up on making profiles for your characters. Profiles are for procrastinators who want to make a fantastic character without getting started on the actual story. I was guilty of it too, before I realised how boring filling out the same form over and over again was.
Try describing them in the story, THEN make notes to help you remember stupid boring details like their star-sign and eye colour so you dont accidentally change them halfway through the st
The Things I Don't Write AboutOn the last day of class, she had us copy a poem into our journals.The Things I Don't Write About1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses.'
'I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.'
'Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.'
the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
'What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?'
And to each of us she wrote a message. To me, she wrote that I should not be afraid to visit the dark parts of my mind, for that is where I would find my best writing.
I unravel these things and weave them into other stories. Other voices. I use them, in bits and pieces, like an archeologist uncovering the broken shards of a pot and never finding the whole. I write the stories that belong to other people, but never my own.
I don't write about how it hurts. How the
DesperadoIn 1996, Deep Blue beat Kasparov, The Unabomber was arrested, and I was preparing to graduate high school and go on to Texas A&M when I received a phone call at three in the afternoon as my school was letting out. In the school office, my father told me what, at the time, was the worst news I had received in my young life: Jerry Carson had died.Desperado3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jerry Carson was my oldest friend. To this day, I have no idea where he and my father met, only that they did and that one of my earliest memories was of Jerry Carson and myself watching some old Western movie on the couch on the fuzzy old TV in 1981. He'd drift in and out of my memories for the next decade, always reappearing eventually until that day in early May of 1996, when I found myself standing over his simple coffin at a funeral attended by all of sixteen people: me, my father, my girlfriend, two bartenders, the pastor, seven other positively ancient men, and a three-man detachment from the Red River Army Depot there for the salute.
TF- ten songs, ten stories1. Metallica-Escape (TFA-Blitzwing)TF- ten songs, ten stories6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tremendous explosion lightened the dark sky on a remote small planet owned by Cybertronian government to hold the most dangerous and unstable prisoners. A beige and purple tank aggressively made his way out through the irregular, still smoking hole appeared on the prison wall forged by specialized anti-explosive alloy.
Taste this, miststück!! The blazing temperature in the tanks angry voice was as hot as the blast fired from his twin main cannons which turned guard drones patrolled outside the prison into a pile of melting metal in a mere astro-second. Lifeless breeze on the barren planet brought the black smoke onto the tanks body along with the smell of burning microchips. Although expression unseen, the face under the tanks heavy armor plate seemed to slightly narrow his optics.
Not because of the unpleasant odor, but nearly every warders of the highly-guarded prison were out to pursuit the fierc
Love of a Giant: Chapter SevenSoundwave helped carry Thornstriker's bags out to the gate. She still could not believe that Thornstriker had been chosen to be Prince Bloodshed's wife. She knew it had happened, but now that they were leaving today… It finally hit her as being true. Still, she just couldn't imagine it. To think that sweet and innocent girl she had taken care of... was going to become a giant's wife.Love of a Giant: Chapter Seven1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Soundwave sighed. She didn't hate giants. She saw nothing wrong with them. In fact, a long time ago, she thought them to be better than humans in a way.
She had been married off at an even younger age than Thornstriker. When she was fourteen, her parents married her off to Razorcut, the son of a well-off merchant that her father worked for. She knew that Razorcut had expressed interest in her, which was why the marriage had happened. She and her family were able to live a little better than before with Razorcut and his father's trade helping them out.
But when the giant attacks escalated soon after
The Rise of Blackarachnia: OneThe Rise of Blackarachnia: Chapter 1The Rise of Blackarachnia: One6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They always hissed when she walked by. These giant, eight-legged organic creatures were territorial and aggressive, much like her own growing temper. Elita One-or rather the mutated result of the former cadet-learned to ignore such behaviors. Ever since she was pinched by those filthy cretins, the femme unwillingly started to become one of them. She made her own nest not far from the Decepticon ship, spun webs for prey, and hissed at possible competitors. Deep within her processor she would never have acted like such an animal. Yet her organic half seemed to control her actions; it was something called instinct
And today one instinct told her to quickly reach the ship. A great fervor pushed the techno organic onward with a rush. Nothing stopped her, not even the urge to pounce on a small mammalian creature her new appetite so dis
Love of a Giant: Chapter OneUltra Magnus was troubled. The peace between the human kingdom and the giant kingdom was now faltering after more than two hundred years of peace. If something wasn't done soon, he feared another war would break out and the giants would enslave the entire human population.Love of a Giant: Chapter One1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But how? How could he convince Bombrush, the king of the Giants, to not destroy their kingdom and turn them all into slaves? Or to not just wipe them off the face of the Earth?
He remembered his last conversation with the other king even though it had been almost five years ago. He had not been part of the tragic event, only hearing about it afterwards. In fact, the first sign something had happened was when he had heard the king of the giants’ haunting cry after his queen had passed on.
In the ensuing days afterwards, word had spread about the queen's death and how giants had been turned down by a medicine man on the edge of the human kingdom while trying to get a cure for the sick queen. Ultra Magnus had trie
GameThe wheels are spinning and the cogs they are turning,Game2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The game of deception is fast, and you're learning.
The spies that move in the night they will see you,
Women and children in the streets want to be you.
The game, the circle, it moves on and on,
And soon, my fair lord, your time will be gone.
The clock in my pocket, ticking time without end,
Soon will be nearer, my dearest old friend.
For death does not wait, nor pause for any man
No matter how they beg or from where they began.
This game that you play, will be over soon,
As the hands on my clockwork point towards the noon.
TFA Secret Santa_The morning afterStarscream came back online to an overly annoying ping into his processor. He shut it off and swept aside the multiple warning messages flashing in the frontal part of his consciousness. He groaned.TFA Secret Santa_The morning after2 years ago in Humor More Like This
He was lying on his side, one wing uncomfortably pressed against the ground. He rolled on his back, and his other wing and arm hit something big laying next to him with a clank that resonated deep into his audios. He cringed. Everything felt too loud, too hard, like his sensors had been turned up to eleven. Too bright too, as he powered up his optics and quickly had recalibrate them.
What the frag had happened?
As he was trying to get back into gear, he sensed the shape beside him shift and groan, apparently dealing with the same kind of discomfort he was. The Seeker managed to push himself up to a sitting position and he turned to see Lugnut rubbing his face with a pinched hand.
His chest casing was open, only the most inner layer of metal covering his spark. As feedback came finally back
Let's Play AmnesiaIf anyone had approached Soundwave three weeks ago saying that this game would scare him so bad he'd have nightmares for a month, the mech would scoff and dismiss it.Let's Play Amnesia4 years ago in Humor More Like This
However, if anyone even mentioned the word 'amnesia,' his processor would flash back to those dark nights on the Nemesis, him trying to find tinderboxes and oil while hiding and/or running away from monsters in the game. To say the least, it messed him up. Tonight, though, he could finally recharge peacefully, for he had finally beaten the game and got the Revenge ending. It was a tad disappointing to him, but at least he didn't have to play it again.
Soundwave stared up at the ceiling above him as he lay down on his berth. His mind wandered off for a second, wondering if red stuff was going to start growing on the walls, but he shook the idea away quickly. Hearing some shuffling outside his room, his spark froze for a second, relaxing only when his processor explained it was only the Eradicons doing their nightly
By The Way.By The Way.By The Way.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As Megatron's optics snapped online, his body automatically jumped into a sitting up position as he was in the berth, sweat dripping from his heated body as he panted hard from his nightmare. An intense pain hit the back of his optics as they tried to focus so quickly in the darkness, his spark thumping inside his processor.
"Damnit," he whispered to himself as he felt the sheet over him damp in sweat. Lifting his shaken hand, he rubbed the front of his hood and wiped the sweat from his face, before his optics looked down to the lump beneath the sheets. Placing his knees up, he let his hands go between his thighs to push down the obvious reaction he had had, though jumping once more when he felt a soft hand touch him.
"You scared the shit out of me," he said to Shockwave, the mechlike alwayswaiting for him, awake, when he came out of his nightmares. Only this time, this nightmare made him feel a little awkward to see his mate.
Requeset for Narnian-lionessMegatron transformed and landed heavily on the surface of the crashed starship, growling angrily as he clenched his fist. "Starscream, I'm home!" he called.Requeset for Narnian-lioness5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He sneered at the Seeker as he came trotting out, stuttering and mumbling something pathetic. Megatron snarled before lifting his chin up brutally, growling at his subordinate for leaving him to die on Earth. Starscream stammered before claiming that he had only left to help spawn the new army; the Fallen did decree it.
"And, after all, in your absence, someone had to take command," he added almost off-handily.
Megatron snarled before kicking him into the air and clamping his hand tightly around his throat. He smashed him into one of the hanging sacks, ignoring his squeaks of "fragile". He sneered that he was the only one to command the Decepticons, even if he wasn't there to command them. He watched the sack split under Starscream's weight and a tiny mech slithered down his frame to hit the ground with a weak splat. It withered on
The Origin Story - KnightformersThe Origin StoryThe Origin Story - Knightformers3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The night was quiet as the good King of Iaconia gazed outside the stained glass windows. The moon glowed a brilliant light blue and illuminated the dark heavens whilst the stars around it danced like tiny saints trapped in the velvet air. The wind was calm and as it blew through the trees the flowers upon them danced and sang as if they were singing a lullaby for him. The city slept under the splendid show with the exception of a few lights that still burned in the night. Like every other night it was just as beautiful and peaceful.
Ultra Magnus sighed as he took another sip of his energon tea, a bed time ritual for him, and took a bite off of his oil biscuit. He had already stripped his armour off and now was dressed in his gown. It was late and it was about time he went to rest in his berth.
Today it had been so hectic.
The meetings, the battle plans, the trials, the patrol briefs...he had been through it all today.
Now he just wanted to sleep.
Placing his cup
Beyond the Darkness: Chap 1 Birthday WishesChapter 1: Birthday wishes and Lost MemoriesBeyond the Darkness: Chap 1 Birthday Wishes3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Rating: K for this chapter, later becomes T in other chapters
Characters: Jack, Raf, Miko, Autobots.
Takes place: TF: Prime, a few weeks after Orion Pax Part 1,2,3. AU
Jack hated waking up early in the morning, especially if it was a Saturday, but today was the exception. Jack had to get to base early with Arcee to get ready for Raf's birthday.
Sure it wasn't until the summer after vacation started but since it was Raf's 13th birthday his family was going to make it into a big trip.
Why not celebrate with him at autobot base before he left?
Yawning softly and rubbing his eyes a little, Jack practically had to force himself out of bed and was now heading to the kitchen. He was even still in his PJ's but food was needed.
He still had to get ready and leave soon but still, mornings were evil.
"Been wondering when you would finally wake up," a familar voice said in front of Jack.
Google It.How did this happen?Google It.4 years ago in Humor More Like This
It had started innocently enough. He would ask her a question about the human race; she would answer to the best of her ability and would even try to explain the motives behind certain human behaviors'.
However, where did this question come from?
She did not know how to answer a question like the one he had casually asked. Through her seventeen year life, she had never been asked his question. She figured when her future children were old enough, she would have to explain it to their curious minds.
Exactly how did you explain it to a giant robot?
As she stared into the crystal optics that belonged to the Autobot Chef Medical Officer, she began to remember how this whole complicated mess she had gotten herself into started.
Mikaela was just sitting in the rec room of the Autobot's base under Hoover Dam. After Sector Seven was official terminated by the president, the government was at a loss of what to do with the large space they had acquired
Through Dying eyes...What happened ?Through Dying eyes...3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The last thing he remembered was hearing some sort of loud boom before
Before what? He didn't know the answer. He needed to online his optics to see what had happened. He groaned softly as he slowly opened his opened his tired optics, he gazed at his internal clock.
"Damn, we missed our rendezvous time " he muttered softly as he reluctantly got up. A soft groan escaped his lips as a dull pain shot through his midsection. He ignored it and slowly got to his feet.
Primus he thought as he gazed at the sight before him. Before him were several injured and offlined bot scattered among the dark and damaged train cart.
And that's when it hit him.
Explosions from above shook the train. Orion struggled to stay on his feet. A large black servo grabbed him by his arm and kept him on his feet.
"Move it, kid! It's the Decepticons!" the black armored weapon specialist, Ironhide, yelled over an explosion.
"We have to
Cosplay tipsHello and thank you for reading this!!Cosplay tips6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Okay Let's start!
1) I've met alot of people, and I would ask hey do you cosplay? And some awsner: No because I am to fat...
Okay NOBODY is to fat to cosplay okay? Everybody is beautifull in his or her own way okay? I know anime-chara's can me intemedating sometimes.. but they are drawn! People make them as beautifull as they but more importantly the audiance want! It's like that in every anime! Girls are most of the time showed as gentle, soft skin and big eyed people. Men are drawn more stronger, speak more and their eyes aren't so big (unless you happen to watch a shojo or yaoi) Villans are most of the time strongly build men or really bitchy women (most of the time they have large breast too) So you will never be as perfect as an Anime chara. You will never be! Nobody will ever be!
Also alot of people who say: I'm to fat to cosplay. Never been to a con before, let me promise you this: NOBODY will get laughted at at a con. Because people who ar
Through the tiger's eyesThrough the tiger's eyes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world is a confusing place, full of love yet hate.
Everywhere I look, people laughing but falling to fate...
But there is one thing I don’t understand, nor ever understood.
Why is man’s heart so hard? As heavy as any wood?
I see them destroy my home, right before my sight.
I watch them kill my blood if we dare put up a fight.
Why does this happen at all? What have we ever done?
Watching them destroy us is not the slightest fun.
Our cubs get taken away, never again to be seen.
No trace what-so-ever as to where they’ve ever been.
The trees now fear too much, silent are they all.
The birds usher words that silently do fall.
Standing on the forest outskirts, village straight ahead.
I watch in mere bewilderment as laughter filled instead.
The humans happy together, hugging and excitedly talking.
I crouch to hide away, there is no time for stalking.
I don’t have the hate in my heart to kill as they have killed.
But I do wish for freedom, forever this is willed.
Already- HUMANStarscream had never felt as helpless as he did then- pregnant and in the hands of the Autobots. Not even when Megatron up and beat him. Not even when Megatron had bent him over and told him to strip. Not even when he had been in the middle of a battle- more than aware he was about to lose.Already- HUMAN3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No, none of that compared to knowing he was totally alone, cuffed and paralyzed, with bots who wanted to take his child.
It took both Jazz and Optimus to move him, both injured and exhausted. None of the other Autobots approached him, but he turned a lot of eyes. Some- like Ironhide- would practically cheer. Others just averted their eyes. It pissed him off. He wanted to move- if he couldn't get away he could have at least spit on them or something- but he was paralyzed. Even pregnant, Starscream knew he was ten times more powerful than any Autobot. But nooo, they had to be big fat cowards and cuff him.
They tossed him into a cell- a huge one with a bed, at that. It reminded Starscream of the many p