Neru x Len 12Neru x Len 123 years ago in Profiles More Like This
god...i wanna play some minecraft~
but i said i wouldnt because a chicken pushed me into my lava bin.... yeah.
"NERU!"I heard people shout my name. I opened my eyes and i saw len, he held me close and looked into my eyes. then he said "I love you" I was shocked but happy at the same time!
WAIT A SECOND! THIS MUST BE A DREAM!.....
Then i woke up, why did i have that dream... Of all things then i found myself still on the floor with Akaito reading a book sat with his legs crossed on a old plastic chair. why is he doing this too me i thought. I need to get away, Hes a mad man! i wasnt sure what he was going to do. So i thought of a plan, It Must Work! i give a little smile and thought of how to make my plan better.
Every time i close my eyes i see her, i see neru. Without her here, i feel like a part of me has died. Someone might as well kick my head in for all i care I just was neru back, back home...where shes safe... where shes unharmed.
"ah!"I felt someone gra
My Favorite Dance PartnerMy Favorite Dance Partner4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nopony could remember a time when it had rained so hard. Little fillies everywhere ran home for the protection of a roof over their heads. Some looked solemnly at the rain, some got together with their family, some got better acquainted with a nice book, but the two ponies that took the rainy day to their most advantage was way out at the edge of town, in Fluttershy's small cottage.
No pony could hear it because of the rain, but inside the usually quiet cottage was music resonating against the dwelling walls. Inside, Fluttershy and Twilight were shuffling their hooves in the middle room. Twilight bobbed her head up and down to the music as she kicked her hooves up in the air. Fluttershy followed in suite.
The two shimmied as they stamped in unison, kicking wildly in random intervals. It was with one of these kicks that Fluttershy would loose her balance. Tilting haphazardly forward, she topples into Twilight, crashing into the record player. The music skipped as the two ponies regained
Toons These Days S2 ScriptsTake a look in the descriptions to see the videos paired with these episodes!Toons These Days S2 Scripts9 months ago in Comedy More Like This
Here are the scripts I wrote for Season II of Toons These Days, by :icondoodley:, with Doggy voiced by :iconjoncausith:. This was a fun experience and a natural fit for me, as I identify a lot with Doggy. His opinion on modern cartoons reflect my own a lot of the time, and yet he's funny to me because he's obviously an exaggeration of those butthurt animation fans who can't take off the nostalgia goggles and can't accept cartoons for how they are now, a habit I constantly try to drop. I even auditioned for a replacement for Doggy's voice! The role ulimately went to Jon, but it turns out he did the role tons better than I could- as the season was out, he managed to match exactly how I envisioned the nuances perfectly, and could even improvise better than I ever could. I did wind up getting to voice Mickey Mouse in his off-screen cameo, as well as the ToonBoom bleep. Take a look particularly a
Carta para un corazon solitarioCarta para un corazon solitario3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Querido amor: -no, creo que eso ya no va bien aquí empezaré otra vez....-
Querido y muy preciado amor:-si, así está mejor-
Después de mucho tiempo he tenido el valor de escribirte, seguro te preguntarás porque recibes esta carta tanto tiempo después de mi partida...He vuelto a nuestra casa.-¿aún puedo llamarla así no?- solo para decirte que te he extrañado muchísimo. Recorrí las habitaciones, todo está como antes y recordé como te desagradaban los cambios drásticos. Entré a tu estudio junto al escritorio todavía está mi rinconcito junto a la ventana y supe que ese era mi lugar en el mundo...aún huele a la loción inglesa que derramé...aunque puede que solo lo esté imaginando.
Ha comenzado a llover y no he podido evitar pensar que ya no estás cerca. Cerca para decirme que la lluvia y la tormenta trae consigo un hermoso día soleado... para abrazarme y hacer que olvi
Stuck In A RutI dry all my tearsStuck In A Rut4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and try to stop crying
I may seem collected
but inside im dying
Every day i wake up
with the same old attitude
each day i live is exactly the same
so bleak and subdued
When life brings me down
the volume goes up
my life's never changing
I'm stuck in a rut
The lack of exceptance
is what gets me down
Im never happy
I only frown.
Right now my life sucks
it'll only get worse
every moments predictable
as if my life was rehearsed
I dont even care
my soul is just broken
it cant be repaired.
Every minute of my exsistence
is such a bore
nothing good ever happens to me
my life is a chore.
I cant fall asleep
because ill wake up tomorrow
and I dont want to live
another day full of sorrow.
I need to escape
I just cannot stay
no one will miss me
I'm hitting the grave
Espejo, Cap. 17Espejo, Cap. 172 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Espejo, cap. 17
En la Tierra...
Fionna se despertó sin tener ganas de ir al instituto, en realidad, no tenia ganas de moverse de casa. Esperó dentro de la cama a que viniera Penny y le gritara por no haberse cambiado ya. Se quedó dormida otra vez, y cuando se despertó ya hacía una hora que debía haber empezado el instituto. Miró el reloj confundida, y cuando se dio cuenta de que hora era, se despertó de inmediato. Cogió el móvil y llamó a Penny, ella la habría despertado al venir. Eso significaba que no había venido. ¿Y si le había pasado algo a Penny? ¡Quizás la había atacado un troll, o unos duendes! Ahora que lo pensaba, no había visto a ningún monstruo o cosa que no fuera humanos o animales no-mágicos en esos tres días que había estado en ese mundo o lugar desconocido de Aaa... Aunque seguían estando por ahí, escondidos. Seguro. Penny descolgó el tel
AMERICA X READER Hetalia StoryAMERICA X READER Hetalia Story3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was a beautiful day in japamerica as you strolled gracefully down the street. Your flawlwess, beautiful, silky, flowing, radiant, magnificent locks glistened in the sun and your voluptious, fantastic, super bodacious bod was making all the men within a 91928 mile radius fap themselves dry as every single woman on the planet hated you for being so perfect and smart and amazingly amazing.
Some player hatin' hoe tossed a bomb at you but you just whipped that shit away with your totally rockin' tits and it flew back incinerating her and a nearby building wich you walked away from in slow motion, too cool and baller to even bother looking back.
This only made Ludwig VanMeinKampf notice you and imediately fall in love.
"Ach du lieber!" He exclaimed, "I can't contain meinself!"
He ran to you also in slow motion as he ripped off his shirt exposing his perfectly rippling man muscles that were oiled up and shimmering sexily. You pretended not to be totally impressed by his fabulous
The Twenty Rules Of Being An Internet Activist1. You are always right, never at any moment reflect on yourself in a critical way. You are a super smart special snowflake and the sheeple better recognize.The Twenty Rules Of Being An Internet Activist7 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. Your opinions are the only good opinions always and forever. Smart people always belittle and dismiss any remotely different worldview because they already have the right opinions, so what the fuck are they going to do with knowledge that doesn't reinforce preconceived notions? Also, reading books is obsolete, get all your book-learning from blogs, they're quick, free, and have absolutely no fact-checkers or peer review!
3. Make an echo chamber. Do not allow critical comments on your art (read: demotivators and google image search photos with pithy quotes photoshopped on) Surround yourself with like minded people and keep 'em close, don't be afraid to block and delete comments from the heathens. The one true sign of a free-thinking, brilliantly intellectual individual is that he endlessly parrots talking points from his fellow
InvisibleInvisibleInvisible4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A forgotten soul caught in the center
of a fast past world.
Mixed in with the bunch
and kicked around
like a lost puppy
in a crowd.
Actions gone unnoticed
delicate ideas and opinions
thrown on the ground
Groping in the darkness
of a horrible wretched world
neglected and unwanted
unnoticed and unknown
seems as if
My WONDER GIRL animation/comic series pitch“WONDER GIRL”My WONDER GIRL animation/comic series pitch2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
COMIC/TV SERIES PROPOSAL
BY TOM BANCROFT
NOTE: This series is aimed at the part of the audience that knows Wonder Woman as an icon but nothing more. Primarily everyone out there that doesn’t buy her comics or care anything about her continuity. More specifically, the ‘tween’ market.
Growing up the only teenager on a remote island full of women can be tough. It’s even rougher when your mom is the Queen. Such is the life of Diana, Princess of the Amazons. She is the last-born Amazon on Paradise Island. An island centuries old and where time moves slower than the rest of the world. For longer than Diana can remember, the Amazons have been training for a war that they believe will come one day. Though younger than the other women, Diana excels at all aspects of Amazon war training. Diana is successful and well liked, but bored. The only thing that excites her are stories of what l
Too Far From FlawlessI am the flawToo Far From Flawless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that shatters the image
of your picture perfect life.
I am a walking reminder
of the biggest mistake
you've ever made.
I am a dissapointment
wrapped in flesh
and an accident
that's already happened.
I am a horrible excuse
for a human being
that had no right
to step one foot
in this world.
Goodbye Edd1988-2012Goodbye Edd3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strong and optimistic
'Til the very last breath
You were our hero
We mourn your young death
Nobody saw it coming
As fast as a bullet
The shock drove through my heart
Just tore a hole right through it
Inspired so many
Put smiles on our faces
Now comes back to haunt us
As we seek comforting embraces
Smiles to tears
Dust to dust
All of our fears
We dared not to trust
But you're gone now
There is no denying
All are in anguish
All are crying
Goodbye to the young soul laughing at death
Goodbye to the cancer that put him to rest
Goodbye gentle fellow
And your lighthearted jests
We will all miss you
We will never forget.
Gumceline Fan Fic. Chapter OneGumceline Fan Fic. Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey Finn, I have to cancel today's plans. I'm going to be visiting my dad." I lied into the phone. "Oh, okay Marcy. Maybe tomorrow." He replied. I could hear the disappointment in his voice and couldn't help feeling a little bad. I just had to get a break from him and Jake. I mean, we slayed some monsters together, which was fun, but he wanted to hang out after that and he just gave me a headache. Well, now that I had my day off, I just wanted to relax. I floated into my room and hovered over my bed. It was so comfy. I closed my eyes and just when I was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, I heard talking. Like it was right inside my cave. Who the heck would be stupid enough to be near my house right now? I rubbed my eyes and floated through my doorway sleepily. When I reached my front door I looked through the year. There was a man, well, he rather looked like a gentleman. He was all pink and shiny, and was wearing a pink suit of some sort along with a shiny crown on his head. I was
Tale of Red hoodDecember 24, 10:54pm I look at my watch to check what time it is, then back at the street lamp. Standing in a cold, dark, foggy, street in new york is hard to do when you know you could be jumped at any minute. Then i hear a sound from down the street, getting nervous i start looking around and i notice a old man with a cane walking along the other side of the street. Hearing his cane get closer and closer, As the old man is within sight i hear a gun shot. Then i see the man collapse, i ran into the nearest building, a old hotel. I notice a phone on the wall of the building and i go to call the police and all i get is static. Then i walk down the hall and see a door with the numbers 558 and just at that moment i hear the door being broken down. Scared i slipped into room 558 and hid in the bathroom as i heard the mans footsteps get louder. My heart beating, Then i heard a voice. "This is the police we have the place surrounded." I have never felt happier i got up and opened the dTale of Red hood1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Butch's bioButch's bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Hunter (presumed birth name under police files), "Butch"
Nicknames: -none yet-
Physical Age: 17-24
Mental Age: ???
True Age: ???
Fur color: Brown with orange (naturally)
Black and Green
Skin color: Caramel Orange
Eye color: Golden orange (default eye color)
Currently: Wears Grey Pants, Doesn't wear a shirt often, Fingerless Gloves and Black and green shoes
Jewelry: None at the moment
Scars/ Markings: He has a strange tattoo on his side apparently some ancient scripture
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual/Straight
Marital Status: Single, crushing.
Date of Birth: Unknown
Place of Birth: Unknown
Residence: Currently lives in a house in the Urban Plains Zone
Planetarian Species: Unknown
OverdoseTake the pills one by one andOverdose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let then darkness slowly creep over your body.
into your veins he slips
and slowly shuts down your brain.
Now is the time to lay down
This is a calm and forever escape
into an unknown world.
Your last minutes on Earth should be
soothing, not regretful
no more pain, no more fear
this is your fate.
as you approach the end
while your slipping into a never ending slumber
relive your best memories, and forget your worst.
When your body starts to tingle, then goes numb,
when you become very drowsy,
and your eyelids begin to feel heavy
they will finally close and lock
the light you've been waiting for appears,
so bright it stings your eyes
don't be afraid...
let yourself go,
loose your grip,
Rage guy plzs:iconffplz: :icontrollfaceplz: :icontearyguyplz: :iconinglipplz: :iconffuplz: :iconokayfaceplz: :icondarkrageplz: :iconforeveraloneplz: :iconloolfaceplz: :iconmegustaplz: :iconfuckyeaplz: :iconareyoukiddingmeplz: :iconhailinglip: :icontearsofrageplz: :iconfacepokerplz: :iconefgplz: :iconareyouplz: :iconewbteplz: :iconawwyeaplz: :iconatomicrageplz: :iconlolguyplz: :iconragefaceplz: :iconcerealguyplz: :iconspittingcerealguyplz: :iconiamdissapointplz: :iconfffuuuplz: :icony-u-noplz: :iconffffplz: :iconfuuuuuplz: :iconfuurageplz: :iconiliedplz: :icontrolldadplz: :iconffuuuplz: :icondealwithtrollplz: :iconrainbowtrollplz: :icontrollmomplz: :iconfffuuuuplz: :iconnofaceguyplz: :icondumbbitchplz: :iconchallengeacceptedplz: :iconsweet-jesus-faceplz: :iconareyouseriousguyplz: :iconhappy-plz: :iconiliedfaceplz: :iconhappyforeveraloneplz: :iconfapguyplz: :iconderpinaplz: :iconbiggrin-plz: :iconujellyplz: :iconnewfagfaceplz: :icondealwithnewfagplz: :iconepicfailguyplz: :iconnotbadplz: :iconilied-plRage guy plzs4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
LTWYL- Chapter 1: First MeetingsLTWYL- Chapter 1: First Meetings3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She had always loved Wrestling, ever since she was a simple teenager, and her bigger dream had always been to become a member of the WWE.
As fate would have it, that is what happened.
Her first success was in the Lucha Libre Mexican style wrestling. There, she had formed a friendship with a man called Luis Alvirde, better known to his fans as Mistico. They had been fighting for the same confederation for the last five years and they considered each other as siblings. That fateful January, when WWE had given Luis his contract, he was forced to leave Mexico City behind. However, rather than leave her behind too, he had asked for Noelia to join him in this adventure. Of course, she was unable to refuse.
It was, after all, the one thing she had been waiting her entire life for.
From that point on, Luis was no longer Mistico. He was now Sin Cara. And, beside him at the ring was none other than the faithful Noelia. She was living her drea
Being a Christian Isn't EasyTo be a Christian, is a challenging profession.Being a Christian Isn't Easy3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a murky shadow, you live for expectations
and create everlasting reputations.
One mistake, and you've destroyed the world like an earthquake.
Your opinions you must keep to yourself every minute,
lest you'll be regarded as a selfish bigot.
The world is harder on you than anyone else,
because like demons, they're waiting for you to fail.
To say what you mean, or speak your mind, to them it's a tremendous crime.
Be wary of your soul, because it's wanted the most,
to bend and to break, like the Sacred Host.
Be weary of your soul, because it's wanted the most.
And your life can be taken from you in the blink of an eye,
to be a Christian means you will surely die.
And dying for your faith is not a lie.
To be a Christian, you will face persecution,
and endless bouts of sickening confusion.
To be a Christian means to die for your faith, and stand on the graves of siblings of faith.
Because we're dying everyday,
like the Saints before us we
Heavy MetalWords that trip and fall on contemplations jagged swordHeavy Metal3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stress creates a sordid mess, a blood bath under ideas dead
Faulty and lost in recollection the rest get taken from me
Stolen in the night, the shadows bear semblance to rugged personality flaws
The whimsical approach is na´ve, for the devil demands ransom
Juxtaposed nature and disharmony tied to a block, under threat of submergence
Fire for the scattering crowds, ash the color congealing the shroud
Mercenaries of confusion paid for by leaders of delusion
Salt water for the tear glanced beyond, purified near sighted rage
Now the criminals are motives and actions, distilled in sentences
As appeal has lost critical judgment, drug haze eclipsed for capital punishment
Clouds should have thunder but get painted to the page, changing sides, dark sage
Lightning strikes at the hearts, stone feelings lack complication producing salt pillars
They threaten me, breaking the house slashing at the upholstery, perched killers
Ransack the furnitu
Quiz awnserQuiz awnser4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Skylar- The Jerk
You're dad died in a car crash about two months ago. He was your best friend, he always gave you advice, you missed him so much. Now you lived with your mom who couldnt give rats ass about you. She's always getting herself drunk and when she does that she hits you.
You walked into school wearing your hoodie to hide the deep purple bruises your mom gave you last night. You just wanted to die, you hated life and most of the people in it.
"Hey emo!" The school's jerk Skylar yelled from behind you.
You turned around and glared at him, he smirked and all of his 'mates' laughed.
"Yes fucker? what do ya want now?" you asked sweetly.
The smirk dissapeared off of his face and turned into a frown.
"why dont you go cry over your dad again? Better yet, why dont you kill yourself? I mean nobody will miss