Beast BoyPointed ears skin, eyes and hair of green.Beast Boy9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is perhaps the oddest thing you have ever seen.
Funny and sweet though without much wit.
He can become any animal if you but name it.
Yes it is true it is quite a feat.
Though his ability has left him with a fear of meat.
Now he east nothing but soy.
And his talent has earned him the name Beast Boy.
Even though his appearance resembles mold.
Beneath his green hide is a heart of gold.
Analysis - Creepypastas and CharactersI actually attempted this thought a little while back; but my wording failed miserably and everyone thought I meant something else. So I shall try it again.Analysis - Creepypastas and Characters2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
When it comes to creepypastas, or any horror character really who has fans but not too much of a defined canon personality; they have two types of personalities. There's their Creepypasta personality, the one which they are given in their original story/point of origin; and their character personality, the one give and molded to them by fans.
The Creepypasta personality is often less interesting and more two dimensional and uninteresting. Jeff, for example, is like this in his origin story. He's a normal kid, goes crazy, and then is, well, insane. By this time he is a maniac who murders people; that's pretty much it. He isn't afraid of fangirls, he isn't a deep and sensitive person; he's a crazy killer who would stab you in the neck because why the hell not. He'll probably end up dead quickly, either by the obvious reason of you ca
LeafClan CatsLeafClan Cats4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Leader: Sparrowstar (Brown) -Female
Deputy: Lionpelt (Orange) -Male
Medicine Cat: Gorsemark (White) -Male
Cloverblaze (Brown) -Female
Hazelpelt (Dark-Brown) -Female
Gingerleap (Orange) -Male
Amberflower (Tan) -Female
Cinderbreeze (Light-Gray) -Male
Snakestalker (Gray) -Male
Scarletfeather (Red-Brown) -Female
Hawkcatcher (Dark-Brown) -Male
Squirrelnose (Orange) -Male
Honeyfern (Brown) -Female
Shrewclaw (Light-Brown) -Female
Swiftpetal (Tortoiseshell) -Female
Ravenleap (Black) -Male
Owlflight (Dark-Gray) -Male
Harepelt (Dark-Brown) -Male
Breezetail (Gray) -Male
Patchfur (Dark-Gray) -Male
Moonfur (Light-Gray) -Female
Making a FamilyThe changes in Layton after Luke left were gradual and only really noticeable if you knew him well, but they were there.Making a Family4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was just so used to having his young apprentice following him around, solving mysteries with him, that over the past three years they'd become inseparable and the sudden loss of Luke had hit him hard.
But still, at least he wasn't entirely alone. He had Flora too.
However, years go on and children grow up. Flora soon became a fine young lady and it wasn't long before she was whisked away to be married to an equally fine young man, who Layton knew would care for her. And so he was truly alone this time.
"But you're not really on your own, professor," Emmy said, from where she sat sipping her tea. She had been spending more time back in London lately, worrying for the man.
"I never claimed that I was," he assured her, "There are plenty of people visiting me all the time, plenty of puzzles to solve, plenty of students to teach and your presence is of course always we
Photo Opportunities XMy mind is slipping away from me. Dash said, taking a seat next to Danny in their first period.Photo Opportunities X8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Danny turned his head and glared from his position, hunched over his desk, arms crossed to pillow his head, not having the energy, or the will, to sit up even to comment on the obvious state of Dashs mind.
With a sigh Dash propped his head up in his hand and waited for Mr. Lancer, their wonderful first and last period teacher, who got them into this whole mess. Neither Danny nor Dash was very pleased to see him walk in through the door with a light smile on his face and a stack of school newspapers under his arm.
Something must have happened over the weekend, his need to gossip, even to the deaf ear of Danny Fenton, was almost overpowering. Wonder if he got a date.
Good morning class. Lancer chirped.
Danny grunted, lifting his head up from his arms long enough to see the glow in his teachers eyes. Or somebody got a good grade
Old and New Future"You didn't want to see the professor?" Clive asked, regarding Luke thoughtfully from the other side of the glass that separated them.Old and New Future4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Well, I thought about it," Luke admitted, "And I will go see 'im eventually, but I wanted t' see you first "
Clive was always hostile.
"'Cause 'cause you're the future me," Luke fell back on, lamely.
"But I'm not," Clive said, "You shouldn't focus on something that you and the professor uncovered to not be true seven years ago."
Seven years? Had it been that long already?
"Look, is it so wrong that I wanted t' see you?" Luke snapped, "It's been forevah since I was back in London and I just missed you, somehow."
"Oh." It seemed that Clive had no witty response to that. "Th-thanks "
"So, um, 'ow 'as life been treatin' you?" Luke asked awkwardly.
"Do I have to point out to you where I am?" Clive reminded.
That was a bit of a no-brainer. Clive had been arrested for his crimes and from the look of things he'd probably never get
Time of DeathTime of Death6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The moon rose slowly, contentedly, several hours after the sun had set. Waves of soft metallic light shed itself from her ascending image to pour over the world in the softest, most subtle of places. The beams gently caressed the soft veins of the leaves on the trees, lightly touched the fluttering wing of a bat, whispered across the glittering dew dampened grass, until finally she rested her light, gentle as a mothers kiss, atop the smooth grey headstones of the Amity Park Cemetery.
The motionless image of Daniel Fenton caught the light of the moon upon his smooth upturned face, gazing at the stars he yearned for through a veil of silk black hair. His expression peaceful, almost wistful, and his smooth lips parted slightly as though to whisper his dreams to the cool night air.
He leaned back on his hands, his legs hanging off a thick headstone engraved with loving descriptions of the deceased, though all who knew Danny's secret new he feared nothing from these cold, empty, buried bodi
Loss of Contact"Professor, no! You mustn't!" Flora shrieked, clutching onto the newspaper article as if her life depended on it.Loss of Contact4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Layton raised an eyebrow, his hand still out-stretched from his request to see the paper. Quite frankly he had no idea why Flora was so upset. It was unusual enough for her to be awake and to have read the paper before him, but this was just baffling.
"Please Flora, just let me have a look," he said calmly, "If the press has written anything negative about me then I'm sure that it's nothing I can't handle."
"It isn't that at all " mumbled Flora, her grip loosening on the paper. It flopped out of her hands and landed on the floor, first page facing upwards.
The headline was as clear as day:
'TITANIC SINKS, 1500 DIE'
Layton's heart might well have stopped right then, but somehow it didn't. His throat felt suddenly dry. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Flora shuddering. She knew what this meant. He knew what this meant. There was a very strong possibility that
The Beast Tournaments: Chapter FiveChapter Five:The Beast Tournaments: Chapter Five2 years ago in Settings More Like This
“BEASTBOY!” Raven forced her body to crawl after him, but other guards held her back. She screamed and thrashed around trying to break free. One of the guards hit her to shut her up.
“DON’T TOUCH HER!” Beastboy screamed at the guard as another pulled him away. More grabbed the other Titans before they could jump in.
Suddenly a voice echoed through the halls.
Everyone froze, and slowly out of the shadows Manrch came with the help of Endalen.
“Manrch...nice of you to join us.” The king said, completely ignoring the fact that his legs had been crushed.
“I was just about to give these criminals what they deserve.”
Manrch tried to step forward but stumbled under the pressure of his weight. Endalen caught him.
“I see you found a friend.” The king said with a smirk.
“Beastboy is right! You are not fit to be king, You do not deserve the throne.”
The king’s smile slowly faded an
ShortShortShort2 years ago in Drama More Like This
(Teen Titans- Beast Boy Raven centric)
“C'mon, c'mon...just one inch. Heck, I'll even take a few centimeters. Pleeeease..."
Her amethyst eyes shifted from her latest novel of Earthly dead languages, having found many similarities between the lost languages of humans and dimensions in between, patterns of dialects and the like. She pinched her finger between the pages, clutching the old cover close to her chest as her curiosity got the best of her, arching a slim brow. It was hard to miss that voice.
And he had left the door open.
Drifting to the bathroom edge, she cautiously peered inside, quieter than silence could possibly allow.
He was standing as erect as possible, shoulders pressed against the corner of the wall to the shower door, pulling his neck as high as it could go without tilting up. His sneakers had been discarded to the side, shirt and gloves tossed onto the counter, but his pants (thankfully) had still been retained, slender and tight to his form. In h
DP: EmbarressedGod, kill me now, where I stand.DP: Embarressed7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Please. Anything...a ghost attack, a lightning bolt, Lancer, ANYTHING.
Instead, I'm staring point blank at Dash Baxter, who looks like he's gonna pound me into the hallway floor.
I wish he would. That I know how to deal with. I'm no good at this sort of thing! Surely he doesn't expect me to answer him straight away.
"Well?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. I blush and turn away, deciding to ask my locker instead of him.
"Because." Ah. Because thats a nice, smart answer from the jock who's wailed on me more times than every ghost in Amity Park, isnt it.
"I...I mean, you're the star quarterback. You've picked on me since I was ten, Dash. How can I think anything of you BUT my bully?"
"It...I dont know!! God Fenton, dont you ever act on impulse?"
I whirl around. "Is that what this is!? An impulse? What happens when it dies out, we go back to the bully/nerd routine!?"
Dash looks to the ground. "You could give it a shot. Maybe it'll work."
I glare at t
NapeI licked the edge of his ear, nipping at the crook of his neck oh-so-care-fu-llyNape7 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fenton went rigid, muscles clenched in an instant. He began to pivot on his heel;
I wrapped my left arm around his neck. Holding him in a headlock, I pushed him
against the blue tile of the shower wall. I did it again and he shivered, his
wet naked bottom pressed into my lap. His pale skin was raised in little
pinpricks, goosebumps from the cold. I ran my hand through his soggy
pitch-dark hair. He began to struggle.
Dash, what the hell are you doing?!
Running my hands down his hips, grasping his waist, he gave another shudder, a tremor and little gasp.
A little moan? A cloud of warm vapour curled out from him, visible in the cool air, and dissolved
into the soft glow of the old fluorescent lights above.
I think you mean who, Fenton...
whispered throaty, licking his warm flushed cheeks.
Photo Opportunities XIIPhoto Opportunities XII7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There are a great many things that could happen to a superhero once his secret identity is revealed to countless viewers, Danny had experienced a portion of it before, and the event was not exactly one of his most highlighted summer vacations, but this time around it appeared every possible horrible thing that could happen in real life or comic book fiction to an exposed hero, happened to him.
When all was said and fixed Clockwork had set a worn purple hand heavily on his shaking blood-soaked shoulder and advised him not to dwell upon it.
Truth be told it was probably best not to dwell on the majority of near death slash traumatizing events that he tended to narrowly escape several times a week. But dwell he did, it was after all difficult to take the advice of a wizened old ghost when two seconds later he was an infant once again, speaking to Clockwork was like speaking to the moon in fast forward, and this was what came of it. He should really start dwelling more on listening to advi
Photo Opportunities VPhoto Opportunities V9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Fly away, turn intangible, shoot ectoplasm blasts out of your butt, but for the love of all that is living do something!' Danny screamed to himself, but he was too scared. He couldn't remember being so scared before, ever. These horrors, slowly creeping in on him, their voices oozing menace like the rotting juices that trailed off their bodies, they frightened him like nothing else could. He couldn't move.
"Get away from him!" The shout rang from behind him, startling him out of his frozen state the same time a metal trashcan hit the first three ghosts in the crowd approaching him. The three rotting creatures tumbled back, almost knocking the others down too, but the crowed had that one small instant to prepare and turned intangible, letting their comrades fall straight through them to the ground.
But they were already running. Dash had grabbed Danny by the arm and they were running. Down the alleyway, out into the street, the pouring rain hitting them like a spray of bullets, but it
Night SkyThe night sky is endlessNight Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such pure darkness
Black and daunting
Yet so bright
Wish upon wish on shooting stars
Little specks of imagination
Floating throughout space
Such wonder and bliss
Someday I hope to be a star
I'll shine so brightly
The whole world will smile
I could make someone's wish come true
Make a difference in their life
Then they could too
And everyone could make a difference
In everyone's life
Then the whole world could shine
Just as bright as the night sky.
Is It Wrong?Is It Wrong?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it wrong
To miss those calls at night
That went on for hours on end?
To miss staying up until 1 AM
Not wanting to end our conversation?
To miss reminiscing over past memories together
Of the great times we had?
To miss feeling that I could trust you
With absolutely any secret of who I am?
To miss hurting whenever you were in pain
As if attached by our emotions?
Is it wrong
To yearn for those fights between us
About which of us loved the other more?
To yearn for those dates that were always filled with joy,
Laughter, wanting time to freeze at that moment?
To yearn for the way that, in each of our conversations,
The words "I love you" would easily slip in?
To yearn for that feeling we had together
That we could conquer any feat thrown at us?
To yearn for the way you came to me for comfort
To help you through those tough times?
Is it wrong
To wish for the good times of innocence
We had before love interfered?
To wish for those talks that made me feel important,
And that really convince
Silver BellsSilver Bells6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Perhaps it was the frigid temperature outside, misting his breath and confusing his ghosts sense, permanently setting him on edge, or maybe it was the fact that he had just spent the past fifteen minutes in a locker because Dash Baxter had decided by some unknown formula that it was his fault wet snow soaked his new designer sneakers, or maybe it was simply that this time of the year always just pissed him off. Whatever reason behind it Danny arrived, late, to Mr. Lancer's class bruised, agitated, and in one of the foulest moods he'd known since freshman year.
Friday his class, along with the rest of the junior student body, had the good fortune to be given printouts the size of Chinese fortune cookie slips, each having on it a name randomly chosen by a computer program. They were, as the teacher instructed, to play secret Santa or 'mystery gift giver' if you want to get anal about such things. So here he was, trying to ignore the sniggers of his classmates and Lancer's cold death glar
Photo Opportunities VIIDanny sat on Dashs bed much like he had sat on his own bed the previous night, stiff and annoyed. Grimalkin, who had managed to get away with resting like a bearskin rug atop Dashs head for the duration of the morning, now purred lazily in Dannys lap.Photo Opportunities VII8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When they had finished breakfast, after a slew of arguments ranging everywhere between the paranormal, school, and who was cuter Adam Sessler or Morgan Webb (a topic Danny and Dash had clearly apposing sides on) and Dash announced he was going home Danny had assumed that meant goodbye until Monday. In truth Dash only wished to change, an understandable need since he had slept through the night in his soaked cloths, but Danny didnt understand why he had to tag along.
Nothing was worse, in his book anyway, then being in Dashs spotless room with an army of colorful teddy bears peeking out of the closet like curious toddlers. Their shiny black eyes like the lenses of dozens of tiny little cameras, all staring at
Meyer's Writing SucksFor reasons beyond me, there are some people who think that the Twilight series are well written books. I don't think that there's anything wrong with enjoying badly written books, just as long as you realise that they are badly written books. Fans are using the excuse that it was her first book, and it was written just for fun or for herself. Yes, most books are, but is that an excuse to publish a book written entirely in purple prose with repetition, poor grammar, and thesaurus abuse? These books have clearly had little to no editing. Theyre like a very early first draft that I know Id be ashamed to let anyone see. Look at the way that Meyer writes. It's BORING. Meyer uses simple, boring statements. Read the first few sentences of the first chapter:Meyer's Writing Sucks6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
"My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt--sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as
I Want To Live In A World Without GodI want to live in a world without GodI Want To Live In A World Without God2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Without the dream of Heaven
Or simple fear of Hell,
Without the love of one
Who would be so willing
To destroy under the pretense
Of a higher meaning,
Oppresively stopping me
From even simply lying
Even if its to myself,
To my own heart and mind
Or loving someone completely
Since he'll rip them away from me
To appease his own jealousy
Without the punishment of death
A testament to the cruelty
Of this so called Saviour
Who would allow us to live
To fight our battles
In a bitter world of his own design
While leaving us with
The complete certainity
That the war has already been lost .
Without the cruelty of pain
That builds with the progression of life
Mounts after every year
Attacks after every second.
I instead want to live in a world
Molded within my own selfishness
One without children sitting on the streets
With arms so thin
They aren't be able pick up
The bread you try to hand to them.
Chapter 17Chapter 173 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 17: Valentines
Oh, sure thing maam. But, one question Why are you healing Gumball? The fish asks, doing a happy dance in his head that she called Gumball his, the female wolf was the first to really accept their relationship like this.
She giggles, That, my friend, I can not tell you due to some laws. Now, we must be on our way, see you later Darwin. Then, the two wolves disappear.
Only a hour later, did Gumball wake up. Darwin was sitting in a chair next to him, holding a sketchbook and furiously dragging the pencil across the paper, the tip of his tongue was sticking out of his mouth as he made funny expressions at whatever it was he was drawing, causing Gumball to giggle. Darwin raises his eyes from the paper and sees that his boyfriend is awake, so he smiles softly.
Hey Gumball, ready to go home? He asks, shutting his book.
The feline blinks, S
:Taking Secret Pictures: Nom. So, this is my second Swagger Bishie fic. I have a Science exam I need to study for tomorrow hmm pollen grains contain the male sex cells ;] Anyway, this is AU.:Taking Secret Pictures:5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone is friendly friendly~ 8D
Warnings : Slash, Yaoi, Terrible Writing.
Oh yeah, I don't like/care abou Sam/Tucker I just had to get Tucker emo. Hurr Duuurrr~
Do want to own. D:
The three walked around the football field, occasionally casting glances at Tucker, who was sitting quietly on the benches. "How long has he been like that?" Kwan asked Danny. "About two weeks or so," he answered and sighed. "Pfft." Dash rolled his eyes and kicked at a pebble. Danny frowned, "He misses Sam, and she won't be back in a month." "I know!" Dash groaned. Kwan just smiled and shook his head. "Hey, Kwan," the jock said. "Yeah?" Kwan replied and raised an eyebrow. "Watch this " Dash said evily and grinned. "Oh Tucker~!" Dash called in a girly voice, trying to sound like
Lock-in: A MarBall fanficIt was just another day in the land of Aaa, nothing out of the ordinary, especially not for his royal gumminess.Lock-in: A MarBall fanfic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"OAAHHH..." he quietly yawned and got up out of bed and got dressed in his royal attire. Tonight was one of his Balls and he had to be up early to help make some of the extra preparations, such as catering and seating arrangements and what music would be played, little things like that.
"...And fiona is gonna be seated here next to me."
"Yes, your majesty." Said Peppermint maid as she took notes. Everything seems to be going according to plan. "Brrrrr, could you close that window? It's really chilly in here." Said Gumball. He could feel a wafting, chilly breeze on his back from the dark, cloudy morning. Peppermint maid scurried to close the large window, the frames were large and heavy, but she managed.
"Making a lady do a mans work, your highness? That's not very polite." said a very familiar, teasing voice. Gumball knew and resented that voice with a passion.
Family Matters - A Linchpin InterludeFamily Matters - A Linchpin Interlude3 years ago in Drama More Like This
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been sitting on this one for a while. I didn't know if I liked it when I first wrote it and then I kind of forgot about it. However, my new poll has reminded me that many of you want to see more in the Linchpin verse, so I dug this out and cleaned it up a bit. It's nothing but pure fluff – which is why I think I'm so iffy about it. There is no Robin Torture at all in it! Seriously!
DISCLAIMER: I've said it many times, but I'll say it again because I don't want to be sued: They're not mine! (Please don't sue me!)
FAMILY MATTERS (A Linchpin Interlude)
April 09, 09:15 EDT
The rain was falling lightly, tapping the large skylight with a pitter-patter that was accompanied by the heavy base of Foster the People. Jason tucked in the end of the towel he had wrapped around his waist and wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror. Runn