A Battle of Extremes(MR. CYNICISM, MS. SINCERE, and DR. PASSION congregate for battle.)DR. PASSIONA Battle of Extremes3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Where's all the booze, guys? Where's the music? I thought this was supposed to be a party.
This is a battle, not a party, good doctor. You may want to remove your lamp shade so you can be prepared to fight.
I didn't hear anything about no violence at this here get-together-battle-party-what-have-you.
That is the definition of battle: Where two or more parties come together and -
- come together and make a whole lot of excitement between them. See? That's what I'm saying.
I should have anticipated such a gross misinterpretation of the facts, given your appalling track record with regard to such things as facts.
I'm sure it was an honest mistake, a result of a miscommunication. We can all be friends still, right?
Aside from the battle, of course.
I wouldn't have it any other way.<
Hellsing- The Scent of BloodDeep within the walls of Hellsing Manor, young fifteen year old Integra Hellsing sat alone thinking. She was inside her personal restroom, and was simply sitting on the floor, staring at the doorway. "Hmm..." She let out softly, tilting her head. Walter was busy in the kitchen preparing her breakfast, so he could be of no help currently. "Meh..." She said lowly. What a bother! She really didn't feel like calling on him, she knew he'd make a big deal over it all. She leaned forward, a jab of pain in her body. Somehow, she knew that even if she did not call upon her servant, that he would find out eventually. His Master was in pain, perhaps a wound? Giving in, Integra released a long, drawn out sigh of both pain, and exasperation. "Alucard..." She whispered.Hellsing- The Scent of Blood8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No response came yet. She shifted to sit more comfortably on the bath mat, for she had just come out of the shower, when she realized what had happened, what dire situation she was now in. "ALUCARD." She spoke firmly, but without hav
The Banzai WatchBanzaicrew gathers, and now my watch begins.The Banzai Watch3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It shall not end until my death.
I shall partake in no strife, scold no cons, father no unrest.
I shall wear no crowns and win no fortune.
I shall aid and help at my post.
I am the crew of Banzaicon.
I am the watcher in the halls.
I am the fire that burns against the cold, the crew that makes Banzaicon, the light that repels the haters, the shield that guards the realm of our fans.
I pledge my life and honor to Banzaicrew, for this con and all the cons to come.
because we areAnd when you no longer feel that the air that you breathebecause we are8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
can fill your lungs the way it's supposed to
I want you to remember that I am here.
That I am forever grateful for having you in my life and for
being able to help a friend in need.
For being able to help a friend feel a little better
And when you feel that the earth and the heavens no longer
have what you feel you need
and that too much has been thrown at you at once,
I want you to remember.
Remember our days together and remember that I am here,
I am here to do whatever I can to help
not only a friend but also
MouthfulsYou take mouthfuls of meMouthfuls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Huge, selfish as they are
Leaving morsels of me behind
Teeth my words and chew up my heart
Bite through my spine with shark like jaws
I am used, you explain, damaged,
Dirty for existing.
Dirty for loving you.
I ask you why you like to hurt me.
"I love you most when you ache on the inside."
I have never hated myself more.
Fic: Playing Card Games Is...Playing Card Games Is Just Like Making LoveFic: Playing Card Games Is...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: Marik is about to enter a new Duel Monsters tournament when Bakura comes back and changes everything.
Rating: K now, will go up to M
If he turned his head to the left, Marik would see the bright lights of Luxor in the distance. But as he slammed down the kickstand and removed his helmet, his attention went to the right.
The dig site of the Millennium Items.
Over the last few months, millions of Egyptian pounds had been poured into what looked like piles of rocks and sand. But he, as well as the team of museum officials running the project, knew that the site possessed something far more valuable than dirt. After the pharaoh had entered the afterlife, all seven pieces of gold had sunk into the sand, gleaming one last time before being sealed into the desert's depths.
And now, three years later, they were being dug up again so that they could be displayed at t
GOTG: Nighttime Comfort - Rocket X ChubbyReaderYou were asleep in your room on the Milano until the call of nature woke you up. You sighed as you sluggishly got out of your warm, cozy bed wearing your (fav. color) pajamas and headed to the bathroom. After that you were on your way back to your room, you saw Peter Quill sitting at the controls keeping an eye out for any threats while he had his headphones on. Then you noticed Rocket sitting at the table with a deeply troubled look on his face. He held his head in his hands then crossed his arms and rested his head on them.GOTG: Nighttime Comfort - Rocket X ChubbyReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You harbored a crush on the raccoon since the first day you met him. He was funny, clever, and overall awesome. In your mind it would never happen because one you were a human and he was a raccoon, and two you were on the chubby side. Of course you can kick butt just as good as everybody else and you know how to work almost any weapon you can find. Your only advantage for having a plush figure was that your op
The Sands HeartBly never liked the waves, not even so much as the waves as the ocean. He was only at the beach today because of the sun felt nice aginst his skin, and the sand felt soft under his feet. But that wasn't the only reason for comming to the beach, he couldn't shake the feeling of lonilyness. What other place has as many good looking guy, and all of them with their shirts off. He scanned the beach carrying his folding chair looking for a place to sit, but the beach was crouded and almost no was free. Except one spot, there was a guy next to it, he was smaller and defently not as muscular a Bly. But he was dephently a cute one, Bly made his way over to where he was. As he got closer he saw that he was alone, a book in hand as his eyes scanned the pages taking in every word. "Is this seat taken?" he pointed to the empty spot. The guy looked up with soft eyes from his book, smiling "Not at all," Bly set up his chair next to his. Bly tried to find a topic to talk of, he felt a little nervous bThe Sands Heart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Questions I Never Asked My GrandfatherMy grandfather sits in a wheelchair by the window in the old people's home with his chin leaned into his chest, mumbling incessantly and unintelligibly to himself and drooling a little from the right corner of his mouth. Mom can't come here anymore. She just breaks down at the sight of him so I sometimes come by myself and sit with him in silence for a while.Questions I Never Asked My Grandfather4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's a sad end to a long and hard life, and I morbidly think to myself that if a political party stepped forth now with the legalization of euthanasia on its agenda, I'd vote for it. After two strokes and a hemorrhage, topped with severe senile dementia, what is the point of letting people exist like robots? I know grandpa thought the same. Before his speech was impaired, he often said that the pacemaker was one of his biggest mistakes, and that people should be allowed to go when it was time to go.
Terrible as it sounds, I'm already starting to think about the obituary that I, having the best way with words in my branch of the fa
PainParalized by the sufferingPain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
FragmentsI call them fragments, the parts of me that were too exhausted to stay. He calls them flecks because I am a flake. I wish I was a flake. It sounds prettier than being a fragment. Flakes are like snow. Soothing, falling from the sky on the tip of his tongue that melt and disappear. Fragments are archeological findings of a scarred past we really should not remember.Fragments2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to remember my scars. So I am a fragment.
I draw on my legs. When my skin dries out, I use my index finger as a pencil and draw what the clouds are trying to tell me. Sometimes it’s a dog, and sometimes it’s a bear and sometimes it is his face looking at me disapprovingly.
That is when I stop drawing.
At night, when the rain falls, I sit at the bay window and pretend to write stories whilst he pretends to sleep. “What are you writing?” he will ask in his asleep voice. “A funny story.” It is not. It is a pale, scary story, and it looks like my skin. “Were you dreamin
Frost -four-Frost -four-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
For a moment, neither of them moved. Hanana's breath caught in her throat, she almost couldn't breathe as she stared, getting a good look at his face.
He grabbed the fabric of his cloak, part of which was still in her hand, and gave it a sharp tug, freeing himself. Quickly putting the hood back up, he turned to walk off. "Leave me alone," he shot over his shoulder. He took a few steps into the forest, and by extension the snowstorm, and then it was as if he suddenly disappeared.
Hanana's legs buckled as she regained the ability to breathe. She fell to her knees, staring straight ahead into the forest. That...he was...That was a snowman. Not one we used to make in the yard at home, but a real one...
Suddenly, pieces of the story came rushing back again. A long time ago, there'd been an awful winter...Someone walking around the forest, a horrible blue glow....She'd gotten a good look at his eyes; they had been blue...
So the stories were true, then! She sw
Sea Of TranquilitySea Of Tranquility6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I walk, I sit, and gaze so breathlessly
Inhaling this scene of pure tranquility
Such beauty in this moment found
The music to my ears this sound
Of crashing waves and mystery deep
With struggles it intends to keep
I sigh, when thinking of the souls
lost within the deep blue folds
That something tangible, and yet so raw
Can leave you wanting so much more
I tremble as I smell the salt
Mixed with pain and no-ones fault
I look for miles and all I see
Is promise that was meant to be
Amidst confusion and love's sweet hurt
The grains of sand that turn to dirt
Within my hands it seeps to dust
The sadness torn in loss of trust
She is my sea and in whom I confide
My secrets bitter with the angst I hide
Who listens to my torturous words
On gentle breezes once were heard
Her arms of water take me peacefully
Lets me slip within her generousity
My heart is lighter with each step
These memories are forever kept
Within the blue of her embrace
I slip forgotten, without a trace
Surely my lover will thin
Shurara Steampunk Chapter 31Shurara Steampunk Chapter 314 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The doors to the ballroom were being guarded by Dokuku and Giruru. Hanana wondered if she would just be allowed past them, or if they would try and stop her. She was sure her trick with the ferns wouldn't work on them.
"What happened to you?" Giruru asked. "And where were you anyway?"
"What's going on in there?" Hanana demanded, pointing at the doorway.
"The attack, what else?" Giruru sneered. "Anyway, I think it would be better if you didn't go in there. It's not like you'd help at all."
Hanana frowned. She was going to have to put her foot down. "Let me in," she said.
Dokuku was shaking his head at her, trying to warn her. Giruru looked annoyed. "You can try and make me, but I don't think it'll have any effect."
Hanana raised a hand. The ferns rustled and reared up. "I said, let me in." She knew she wasn't threatening, but she was willing to try anything at this point.
Giruru laughed. "So you can do something. That's interesting. But it will take more than a few waving ferns to let y
Shurara Steampunk Chapter 32Shurara Steampunk Chapter 324 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By the time the ship had landed, most of the people on board couldn't remember exactly what happened. The platoon (which was Keroro's group) acted as though nothing had happened. Keroro was still unconscious, so Pururu had to show up and make sure he was alright.
As soon as Samama got off the ship, a man with a head like a pumpkin emerged from the crowd and swept her up in a hug. "You're alive!"
Samama pushed him off of her gently and teased, "You weren't scared were you?"
"No, of course not. Don't be silly."
Hanana smiled. It was nice to be on the ground again. She was definitely not a heights person. Then she remembered that she had to do something.
She found Yukiki watching Gyroro and Nuii run around, throwing snowballs at each other. She tapped his shoulder and he jumped. She giggled. She didn't really think Yukiki could be that easily startled.
"Hanana, you "
Hanana cut him off by grabbing him by the collar and kissing him. When she pulled back, he was red in the face. &
Frost -eight-Frost -eight-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
She supposed she should have known better than to press her luck twice.
Hanana sat huddled up on the bed, underneath the covers like they were a tent, feeling miserable. She didn't get it! She'd bundled up better that time--no gloves or hat, but other than that...! At least all it was right now was a slight sniffle and froggy throat. She sniffled again, wiping her nose on her sleeve. "'s awful..." she groaned.
"You're not going to need medicine, are you?"
Hanana yelped in surprise, poking her head out from the blankets. Her host stood in the doorway, an odd look on his face. The way his mouth was twisted slightly and his eyebrows lowered--if she didn't know better, she'd say he looked nervous.
Whether it was about her being sick enough to need medicine or the thought of having to go find some, she didn't know.
"No...no, this is nothing," she reassured him, waving a hand dismissively as she wiped her nose again. "I'll be better again by tomorrow, you'll see!"
ContinueWhen the world strikes you down,Continue4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your smile becomes a frown,
When you stumble and fall,
When you wager and lose all,
When the world laughs at you,
When many becomes few,
There's nothing else to do except...
Steve RodgersX!Chunky Reader- My ComplimentSteve RodgersX!Chunky Reader- My Compliment2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I still think you shouldn't do it (your name)." You glanced at your friend Natasha who looked worried.
"Why not Nat, it'll be a nice surprise for Steve." You smiled as you flipped through the packet you were filling out.
"No it won't, he loves you just like this; you know that." She snatched the packet from your grasp and smirked at you.
"What the hell Nat! Give me the packet back now!" You stood up making the chair topple over as you glared at the trained assassin who just smirked at you and started flipping through the papers.
"Why (your name), you don't need it you're beautiful already, but if you really want it you'll have to catch me!" She suddenly bolted running down the hall towards the elevator leaving you in the dust as you overcame the shock of the situation and scrambled after her.
You got into the elevator and stared at the buttons in front of you debating which floor she went to.
She wouldn't go to Tony's floors or lab; she still had a grudge on him from last week's poker
Shurara Steampuk Chapter 29Shurara Steampuk Chapter 294 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hanana had never seen the floating ballroom up close before. Grounded, it was still spectacular. It was larger than life and covered in lights that weren't lit yet. The large glass windows were being cleaned by a few workers. The metal was still shining, even through a small layer of grime near the tail end.
"Are you ready?" Putata asked, clapping her shoulder cheerfully.
She considered saying no, but what would the point be. "Ready as I'll ever be," she said instead.
"Okay, the entrance is over there. They'll be taking off soon, so we should hurry."
Hanana nodded and followed him to the small staff door. The tiny door led to a narrow hallway leading to other doors. Each one was labeled with what they led to. One was for the kitchen, the other was for the various rooms of machinery and another was the boiler room (which they couldn't go through because there were people in there).
"Good thing none of the staff are in yet," Putata said. "The rooms with the machiner
Shurara Steampunk Chapter 11Shurara Steampunk Chapter 114 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hanana winced as the stack of books tumbled off the arm of the chair she'd just bumped into. "I'm sorry," she said, scrambling to retrieve them. "I'm very bad at this. It's my fault."
Yukiki sighed. He'd consented to teach her what she needed to know, even though he admitted he only knew how to waltz. He obviously wasn't thrilled about this.
"It's not your fault," he said. "I should have put those on a shelf." He knelt down to help her pick the books up. With a sideways glance he added, "And I was leading."
Hanana smiled apologetically. She knew she wasn't good at dancing at all, but at least Yukiki wasn't criticizing her for it. He actually seemed to look upon dancing with contempt. When Samama had asked him to teach Hanana, he'd grimaced.
"I'm not a dance instructor," he'd said.
"Yes, but we need you to teach her," Samama had said. "I'd get Mekeke and Putata to teach her but they're not exactly the best tutors."
And that led to her
Frost -eleven-Frost -eleven-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sight of that rose was bothering Hanana all that night.
When the petal had fallen, she'd swiftly pulled her hand back, looking behind her as if expecting Yukiki to be right behind her. Ready to say that she hadn't touched it, she didn't make the petal fall. A moment later she'd realized how irrational that was. Why would the sight of a petal falling unnerve her so much?
It was a simple thing, she'd seen it happen to her own flowers enough times back home, but somehow, seeing this rose lose a petal sent a wave of dread through her.
Unable to sleep, she rolled onto her side, hugging the pillow to her chest. What am I supposed to do? Am I just being silly?
After another hour or so of tossing and turning, trying to dispel that accursed rose from her mind, she fell asleep. She wouldn't be able to remember her dreams the next morning, but later she would distinctly remember an image of a wilted, dead rose.
The next few days weren't easy on Yukiki's mind, even
Frost -finale-Frost -finale-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
When the village men went to the house that the witch lived in, they found no one there. Not the witch, nor her supposed-sisters, not a living soul. Most of their belongings had vanished too; but the villagers, who hadn't been inside the house proper til that day, didn't even notice.
It took three days for the villagers to find the house in the forest.
To their surprise, the snow hadn't reached this particular place; it was like a tiny pocket of eternal Spring. They went inside, hesitantly, for fear of bewitchment, but nothing happened. After they plucked up their courage, they ventured farther inside, but found no one there. There was some food in cupboards, some furniture, a bookshelf with no books, and, the oddest thing to them, a backyard full of disturbed earth and a few leaves. But there was no living creature in the house.
After a while, they had another story to tell. Once upon a time, a demon who only stayed in one place for a hundred years chose their forest to hide away in,
Chiaroscuro Ch. 1Chiaroscuro Ch. 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mekeke's mornings were getting rougher and rougher. He was still against drinking coffee and he kept staying up later than he should laboring on puppet designs, when he really should be making lesson plans. But then again, it wasn't like anyone would experience his lessons, even if they were the best in the world.
Staying up just seemed to be so worth it, though. Why waste time with stupid lesson plans that weren't going to amount to anything when you could be making a puppet with a camera for eyes? He still hadn't quite worked it out just yet, but he was pretty sure he was close. Nothing a few more sleepless nights couldn't accomplish.
Someone knocked on his door. He was pretty sure he imagined it, when suddenly it happened again. Mekeke lifted his chin from his desk. No way. Nobody came down to visit him. Well, maybe Hanana, but he'd grown to recognize her knock and this wasn't it.
He reached across the table to his batch of wickedly sharpened pencils and held one protectively by his
You're beautiful Steve x Chubby Reader A large growl erupted from you throat as you gave the punching bag one more punch. The last of your anger was put into your swing and with that gone depression hit you once more. A tear slid down your cheek and your chest heaved as you dropped to your knees and sat back unto your legs. With a shaky hand you pulled the rejection form from your pocket. Tears clouded your vision but you could still plainly see the red markings that made up hurtful sentences on your application. You would’ve been fine with not getting the position had it not been for the cruel word that slapped you in the face as you glanced over the reasons you were denied. ‘Overweight’, the distasteful word sat right next to your relatively high numbered weight.You're beautiful Steve x Chubby Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I am not overweight.” You hissed before shredding the paper into confetti. It was true you technically weren’t, but your weight was a little on the higher end of what was considered healthy. Hon