Injustice: Guest Characters: Cole MacGrathInjustice: Gods Among Us Guest CharactersInjustice: Guest Characters: Cole MacGrath1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cole was once just an ordinary bike courier, a man no one noticed. However, the day the Blast happened would change his life forever. Now with the ability to control electricity, Cole set out to do good in the world. He stopped Kessler in Empire City and with the help of his allies in New Marais, sacrificed himself to destroy the Beast and cure the plague that infected the world.
But destiny was not done with Cole, soon he was mysteriously resurrected in a world that super powered human and even gods fought in a brutal war. The fighting took a toll on the ordinary citizens and Cole decided to jump into the war, not for either warring faction, but to protect the helpless citizens.
Voice Actor: Jason Cottle
Primary: New Marais Good Cole outfit
Secondary: Empire City Good Cole outfit
Alternative 1: Kessler Outfit
Alternative 2: Empire City Ordinary Cole outfit(the one he starts out with.)
Fighting Type: Powers User, ab
Wolf BloodWolf Blood1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wish I had time to polish this up and flesh it out into a few chapters worth of content, but I figured a short rough version was better than nothing at all. Despite this, a lot of thought went into creating what I hope comes across as being a fairly original the plot... so please do let me know what you think of it.
The name of the last Hunter to kill a werewolf, is Chester Mcfarthen.
The man claimed his last kill during his prime, long before Amy’s father was born. Amy grew up alongside her grandfather who daily boasted tales of his exploits around the world, including his hunting of the exotic beasts who hid in human form.
Werewolf hunting was a dwindling practice long before her grandfather's prime, so of course few were left to confirm the truth of the creature‘s existence, and even if questioned would keep to secrecy. Amy‘s parents were firm disbelievers of her grandfather’s claims but unlike them Amy needed no physical e
Injustice: Guest Characters: Solid SnakeInjustice: Gods Among Us Guest CharactersInjustice: Guest Characters: Solid Snake1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He is a legend of war. A soldier with out a country. A man who made the impossible possible. Now Solid Snake has been chosen to stop the war between the Insurgency and the Regime by the remnants of the original governments of the world.
Voice Actor: David Hayter
Costumes(Note: Snake will be de-aged as this is a non-cannon depiction. Also his face would be similar to the one from Super Smash Bros. Brawl)
Primary: MGS2 Sneaking Suit (Armed with a M4A1 assault rifle with M203 Grenade Launcher and USP handgun
Secondary: MSG1/Twin Snakes Sneaking suit (Armed with a FAMAS assault rifle with M203 Grenade Launcher and SOCOMM handgun)
Alternative 1: Octo Camo from MSG4 (Armed with a MK17 battle rifle with M320 Grenade Launcher and Operator handgun)
Alternative 2: Middle Eastern disguise from MSG4 (Armed with AK101 with GP25 Grenade launcher and Desert Eagle handgun)
Fighting Type: Gadget User, uses an arsenal of weapons
Injustice: Guest Characters: MileenaInjustice: Gods Among Us Guest CharactersInjustice: Guest Characters: Mileena1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shang Tsung has created many abominable creatures in his Flesh Pits, but none so twisted as Mileena. A fusion of Edenian flesh and Tarkatan blood, Mileena is both beauty and beast. After Shao Kahn's defeat at the hands of Raiden and the Elder Gods, she tried to take command of Shao Kahn's remaining forces. However her unstable mind could not lead the forces of Outworld effectively and she was betrayed by Baraka and his Tarkatan horde. She fled from her fortress and managed to find a strange portal, one which lead her to an alternate Earthrealm, where a battle ensued by two factions. Mileena decided to join the fight, thinking she could find something that she could use to reclaim Outworld.
Voice Actress: Karen Strassman
Primary: MK9 Outfit
Secondary: MKD Outfit
Alternative 1: MK3 Outfit
Alternative 2: MK2 Outfit
Fighting Type: Power User, Has unique moves due to her Edenian and Tarkatan heritage.
Moonborn: pt 1Adam jerked awake with the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Breathing hard and drenched in a cold sweat, he sat up and ran his hands through his hair.Moonborn: pt 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He'd lost count of how many times he'd dreamt of the white wolf. After three months and well over five-hundred dollars wasted on fake psychics and palm-readers, he was still no closer to finding out what it meant. He sighed deeply and covered his face with his hands.
Reluctantly he peeked through his fingers at his alarm clock.
Letting out a groan, he fell back to the pillows. He'd have to get up for work at the diner soon.
It was a dead-end job and everyone there -- even his boss -- was afraid of him, but the meager paychecks kept the landlord off his back. That was the only reason he kept showing up.
As he showered and got dressed, his mind drifted to his former pack; the family he'd left behind. He remembered vividly the tears in his mother's eyes and the angry disappointment on his father's face as he'd told them his de
Forbidden Love: ForgivenForbidden Love: Forgiven2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You have me, Fenris"
That's what she said..
It gave me hope that maybe I was...
"Freedom must be a terrible burden."
Varric had muttered as he and Aveline left my chambers. Then another walked in, the person that mattered most to me,whether she still believed that or not. After the scene at the Hanged Man with Danarius and my sister, I needed time to cool. But now I had so much to explain to her.
"They don't understand. Yes I am free,Danarius is dead but it doesn't feel like it should."
This was the start,getting this out of the way would clear my mind for later. As I started she sat on the chair opposite me.
"You thought killing him would solve everything but it doesn't."
She was right, I thought killing would solve it all but there was so much left. Though some of the weight of the years was gone but for some reason it didn't feel as good as I assumed.
"I suppose not. I thought if I didn't need to run and fight to stay alive, I would finally be
How to write an exciting blogHow to write an exciting blog9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How to write an exciting blog in 15 easy steps!
1: First you need a very cool username! Your real name doesn't do. Something with "sex" "666" "devil" "tears" "angel" or a lot of XxXxX in it should do.
2: Live an exciting life and write about that. If you don't have a great life, make up stuff you COULD have done during the day.
3: Update at least once per day. You don't get those all important pageviews if people don't come back every day.
4: Provoke your readers. Politics is a great way to do that. If you live in the US; write about why you support Bin Laden. If you live anywhere else; write about why you support Bush. If that fails you can pretend to have homophobia, hate _all_ animals, be a racist or become a nazi.
5: Tell about your sex life. If you don't have one, make one up. The more sex partners, the better.
6: Take and post a lot of pictures, often. Clothes are no good, try to aviod those. If you don't own a camera you should steal other peoples pictures. You should at least g
Die CurrywurstDer Öko, der ist voll frustriert,Die Currywurst2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Denn nach Currywurst er giert.
Irgendetwas ist gescheh'n,
Er kann sein Müsli nicht mehr seh'n.
Und Tofu-Burger fand er fies,
Nur gesund, geschmacklich mies.
Doch nun fragt er sich voll Unbehagen,
Wie soll er's nur der Freundin sagen.
Vegetarisch voll auf Kampfemanze,
Bei Ihr hätt' Fast-Food nie 'ne Chance.
Zögernd nur, aus Angst vor ihrer Wut,
Er sammelt all sein bisschen Mut
Und gesteht ihr sein Gelüst,
Als sie ihn plötzlich innig küsst.
Er kann's nicht fassen, welch ein Glück,
Hunger steht in ihrem Blick.
Auch sie hat genug vom Öko-Scheiß,
Will es fettig, scharf und heiß.
So befriedigen sie ihre Triebe
Erst das Essen, dann die Liebe.
Memoirs of Harleen Quinzel, MDMemoirs of Harleen Quinzel, MDMemoirs of Harleen Quinzel, MD1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
People often say madness and genius are just microns apart. For most people, what's I've done will seem the epitome of insanity.
Then again, what sane person would believe that I, a blond chick with blue eyes, could ever be valedictorian and captain of the cheerleaders? Well, the cheerleader part they'd believe, but valedictorian? They would scoff outright and say I probably slept with the principal.
Ha! I say, please, Mr. Edwards may be kind and sweet, but he is so old and so married and so not my type!
Whether I'm looked down by the lowly thug, or even the B-man himself, I don't care. I blaze my own trail.
As a native Gotham-ite, I've heard all sorts of stories about Arkham Asylum. There are tales, like the tragic fate of the founder who ended up a patient if his own institution. Those stories were all meant to scare the kids and deter them from setting foot on the island. As for me, they just increased my curiosity. It was inevitable that I chose to ma
Das Paradies der MottenIch hab mich dafür aufgegeben,Das Paradies der Motten2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dass dein Flügelpaar verheilt.
Verlernte Fliegen - und mein Leben
Hat das Meer und mich geteilt.
Ich habe sogar Gott verzundert,
Teufel aus dem Staub getanzt
Und dennoch staune ich verwundert,
Dass du wieder fliegen kannst.
Der Himmel zerrt an deinen Füßen,
Angst verfeinert dein Gesicht
Und lässt mich für das Gute büßen:
Deine Hand hält meine nicht.
Wie könnte ich dich gehen lassen,
Dafür liebe ich zu sehr.
Wenn deine Leiden jetzt verblassen
Wiegen meine doppelt schwer.
Die Schwingen sind mir abgestorben,
Meine Hände schenkten Trost
Und haben deinen Hals umworben,
Weil du unser Glück bedrohst!
Die Hölle ist für wahre Motten
Schöner als das Paradies;
Das Blut soll mir im Fleisch verrotten
Wenn je Liebe Freiheit hieß.
Am Boden halten meine Arme
Deine Flügel fest wie einst.
Erlaubst du, dass ich mich erbarme?
Kümmert es dich, dass du weinst?
Prolog - Die Erschaffung des ThesaroxProlog - Die Erschaffung des Thesarox1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Es gab vor langer Zeit eine übermächtige Rasse von Autoren die mithilfe ihrer Federn erschaffen konnten.
Menschen, Länder, Welten und ihre Historie. Alles entstand mit nur wenigen Federstrichen.
Aber es herrschte Kampfhandlungen zwischen den Schöpfern.
Es war einer jener Kriege die zu lange währten, als dass man sich überhaupt noch erinnerte, wie es eigentlich dazu kam und warum man sich überhaupt bekämpfte.
So erschufen die Autoren ganze Welten mit einer Geschichte von mehreren millionen Jahren, nur um diese dann als Außenposten für ihre Feinde zu benutzen.
Billionen von Leben wurden mit nur einem Federstrich ausgelöscht.
Das Universum ertrank in Tinte und ging unter in kleinen Fetzen Papieres.
Doch es gab einen unter den Kriegstreibenden der das Gemetzel nicht mehr ertragen konnte. So beschloss eben jener, dessen Name aus der Glorie verbannt worden war, alldem ein Ende zu bereiten.
Mit endloser Trauer tunkte er seine Feder in Tinte und schrieb ein magisches Buch in dem er alles bannt
My Strange New Friend (A DC Comics Poem)My Strange New Friend (A DC Comics Poem)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have this strange new friend
Her name is Harley Quinn
Who would have thought that an Arkham inmate
Would move here to Brooklyn
I met her at Coney Island at a roller derby game
She was on a team, she cheated to win
She winked at me when she did so, and later asked my name.
"Daniel, Ms. Quinn," I said in fear.
"Call me Harley, everyone does,"
She said, "Now come here.
I haven't been in my old hometown in a long time
And I need a little fun.
I need a tour guide to keep up with me
And I think you're the one."
So we first went to Lady Liberty
A simple task I thought
Harley proceeded to spray paint a smile
We were lucky not to be caught.
Then to the Met, she thought some culture would be nice.
In the Egyptian exhibit, she ran into an old friend.
Selina her name was, she was there to smash and grab
I had a feeling this day would never end.
Two Femme Fatales dragged me to Broadway
They thought a show would help me relax.
They took me to see Spiderman
At least they made a guy fall before the
first-aid kitA mental disaster with illumination.first-aid kit3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
That's how it-
That's how it started.
It was a chilly night. Rainy. I had broken up with my girlfriend and so did you. We were introduced by the friend of a friend and you bought me a shot tequila (From your nape.) The lights in the bar were gloomy, lightning-bugs frozen in a big jar, the pictures on the walls were strawberry remains, for sure.
This night I won the Wreck of the day"-, my Ex the Clever-Cover-Stories"- and your Ex the Best Bad Excuses" Award.
It was 3 A.M when you arranged a taxi for both of us and conducted me on the deep leather seats.
[Cheap beer. Cigarette ash. Sweat.]
My defense was paper thin, when I shared my award with you, because your eyes looked so fucking deep and your tongue was so sweet to taste.
And then we shared half of our lips, our skin, our anger, our bodies, our sadness, our flesh, a quarter litre tears and some drops of our blood.
You lay under my colours and I jousted with your riddles.
The Sacred Seed (Ivy x Siegfried Oneshot)The Sacred Seed (Ivy x Siegfried Oneshot)4 months ago in Romance More Like This
Though Nightmare's summoning of souls had been stopped by brave warriors and valiant heroes, his massacre throughout Europe did not cease.
Soul Edge's grip on Nightmare had weakened considerably, and the knight underneath the dark armor had regained self-consciousness after submitting himself to the blade years before, but it was not nearly enough to break the hold completely. There was now a clear dichotomy that constantly struggled for supremacy of Nightmare's body: Siegfried, the knight who ached for redemption and freedom from the wicked blade's lure, and Inferno, the essence of Soul Edge who demanded the harvesting of lives to feed its insatiable appetite for blood and souls.
The massacres were allowed to continue because the blade that acted as Soul Edge's antithesis, the Soul Calibur, had become damaged in the fateful battle that temporarily halted the summoning of souls. The Soul Calibur had only recently awakened when it clashed with its counterpart, who had been active for se
TraumbringerIch lege mich zu dir. Sacht, leise, schwebend gleite ich an deine Seite. Für dich bin ich nicht mehr als das leichte Beschweren deiner Decke. Ein Rascheln aus der Zimmerecke. Ein Schatten vor deinem Fenster. Deine Augen schwirren sofort umher, panisch, ängstlich, doch sie finden keinen Halt. Sie sehen mich nicht. Ich nehme dich in meine Arme. Breite den wohligen Vorhang des Schlafens über dir aus. Scht. Kein Grund, sich zu fürchten. Ich bin es doch nur. Ich! Kein Monster lauert auf dich. Kein Fremder hat sich in dein Zimmer geschlichen. Wir sind alte Vertraute, du und ich. Du erinnerst dich nicht an mich. Du siehst mich nicht. Du weißt gar nicht, dass ich bei dir bin. Auch wenn ich den Arm um dich lege, fühlst du meine Berührung nicht. Das ist okay. Dafür bin ich nicht da. Ich flüstere dir die Worte ins Ohr, warte darauf, dass du einschläfst. Es war wieder ein langer Tag gewesen. Den Schlaf hast du dir verdient. Du siehst erschöpfTraumbringer1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
EmoEmo?Emo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with that
you can call us ugly
you can call us fat
but you cant change who we are
we are emo
whats so wrong with that?
summer escapeA thing that is causing symptoms like a flushed face, vomiting, reddened eyes and very strange behavior. In some cases, it can create coma or death or both. One followed by the other. Any idea? Anyone? Two Words. Nineteen Letters.summer escape3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Your lips tore in half and you started to bleed out all those unique words. The sweet scent of alcohol float over you, like black garlands over a garden party. (Suddenly I remembered myself of a half comatose dream I once had, about red and black mourning flowers)
Unique. Time ran through my fingers like sand grains and one second before you had enough of confessing to me, I saw this beautiful castle made out of your thoughts. All of this. Your compliments, your mental souvenirs, your hidden gaze, your desperation. It was so much, that I almost felt like drowning in it. And then, before you raised your flag upon this castle, upon me. One damn second before you said that you always-
[It crashed down and didn't even make a sou
Moving On Ch. 15Chapter 15Moving On Ch. 155 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By the time Silver had finished weeping, the sun had already set and risen again. When Silver saw how much time had passed, he began to realize a few things. He did not need to sleep. He did not need to eat. He did not need to do any of the things that classified him as a living being. The shock of what he had become really hit him hard.
After contemplating this for a few minutes, Silver remembered the Sol Emeralds he still had in his arms. He decided to return them to Blaze, to do the right thing. He waited until late afternoon, and then took off. He wanted to show up at Castle Sol when it was night. He would do it as secretly as possible. He didn't want Blaze, or anyone for that matter, to see him like this.
He timed it perfectly, reaching Castle Sol just as night fell. He quickly spotted the balcony to Blaze's room, and quietly landed.
Meanwhile, Blaze was inside her room. She was on her bed crying her eyes out. She couldn't get over the fact that Silver was half-robot an
Geffie and the JabberwockJonathan Crane smiled softly to himself as he knocked on the door to Jervis and Alice Tetch's home. Placing his ear against the door, he heard an excited squeal, followed by the sound of small running feet. Jonathan's smile grew and he stepped back from the door. The sound meant that his little nephew, 'Geffie' Tetch, was coming to greet his "Unc' Jon't'an". No sooner had Jonathan stepped back, than the door flew open, revealing a small boy clutching a wooden spoon and wearing a colander over his head like a huge, ungainly helmet. The tot pushed it out of his face, making his blonde tresses poke through the holes in the colander. Placing a tiny hand on his hip importantly, the little boy cried, "One, two! One two! An' through, an' through! The vorpal blade went SNICKER-SNACK!!!"Geffie and the Jabberwock3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Jonathan tried to keep a straight face as Geffie charged towards him, making the colander fall forward over his eyes once more. He stumbled around for a second, then succeeded in pushing it back up and stared u