Say SomethingSay Something1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Author's Note: This fic came to me after I heard, then saw the video for, the A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera duet "Say Something". It struck something in me and... well, this story is what came of it. If you haven't heard it, it can be found here: Say Something.
Usage of the cover image, entitled "Mission failed" was granted by artist f19850928.
Warning: I never thought I would write one of these, but it turns out I was wrong. Not only is this a sonfic (something I'm not a big fan of) but it is also a Death!Fic.
Disclaimer: Young Justice & Batman, or the song "Say Something", are not mine. Any recognizable content is not mine.
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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 Characters1 year 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
'The Killer' And 'Slender' Characters Rant.So to make this clear, I'm not only going to talk about "The Killer"s and "Slender"s. I'm going to cover the Creepy Pasta characters in general. I'm talking about also taking look back at our old buddy Jeff and actually see how much we actually have to support him to make him the character that he is and the he isn't today.'The Killer' And 'Slender' Characters Rant.2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
So let's cut right to the chase to what the main topic is and the one thing everyone wants me to cover and look at. Okay now we all know what "The Killer" and "Slender" characters are, we've all seen them and we've all (more or less) let out a sigh and groan because we're getting fed up with them. Really it's lazy, to me it's just pretty damn lazy. I don't know if you're making it for the fun, or you're trying to create a lover for Jeff or even Slender but if you are trying to make a lover, seriously kids you should know by now that when you try to force something to happen it ain't going to happen. Okay so now that I got my opinion out of the way I should look at
Hetaloid!S.ItalyXModel!Reader part 5Hetaloid!S.ItalyXModel!Reader part 51 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Finally stopping for some breath, you peer across the road to the park. It was very lively and you quickly look down at your cell phone.
“We made it with 5 minutes to spare!” You pant, triumphantly. You glance back to your Hetaloid, seeming to have been barely keeping up with you. He was kneeling over, his hands on his knees as he breathed heavily.
He grouchily looks up to you with his brown eyes. “You… Are crazy, donna….”
“’Donna’? Is that an Italian insult?” You asked the Hetaloid, making your way across the road as you glanced right and left.
Romano, groaned as he noisily followed you. “It means woman… It’s not an insult.”
The park was packed with many stalls for the fundraiser and people were crowded around the large stage at the end of the park. You gulp, feeling anxious about the crowd. Do this wrong and it may take too long to get over to the stage but then you thought about how it was not you
BloodClanBlue eyes gleamed in the moonlit bushes. A strong, muscular cat leaped gracefully out of the bushes, her gray pelt turned silver. A lithe ginger tabby padded silently by her side. I am worried, Featherstar. What will RiverClan say? The large gray tabby looked down at the ginger tabby. You are right to be concerned Squirrelstream. But what can we do about it. We cannot turn back time and change our actions. All we can do is accept the consequences for our actions. Squirrelstream nodded, and once more the duo fell silent. After what seemed like nine lifetimes, the four massive oaks crept into Squirrelstreams line of vision. As if obeying an unspoken command, Squirrelstream and Featherstar quickened the pace from a gentle, easy walk to a trot, then to a run. Finally, ThunderClan burst into Fourtrees.BloodClan7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Featherstar leapt on top of the Great rock, and Squirrelstream went to search for her SkyClan friend, Twigheart. She spotted him sitting next to his deputy Raven
OctoberDreamcake slips down the slideOctober5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Third eye sees, lips crack
All the buses are blue here
You dreamed of me last night
I watched you from a million
Yellow raincoat dancing
Mother sends her love, I send
All the pumpkins are blue here
ShortShortShort1 year 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
Is It Wrong?Is It Wrong?3 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
spiderleg lurves sorreltailI could feel my heart racing. Spiderleg just told me he loved me. I didn't know what to say.I already have a mate!spiderleg lurves sorreltail5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I-I-I don't know what to say..." I stuttered.
I could tell he was about to cry.
"D-Don't cry Spiderleg. I-I l-love you too." I confessed
His eyes got brighter but only for a heart beat.
"I was so scared that you would say that you only love Brackenfur." He worried
"To tell you the truth, we've been slipping apart for a while now. He said that he wanted kits,I still thought I was too young. I said no. And ever sense then we haven't really been mates." I told him.
"Then will you be my mate,Sorreltail?"Spiderleg asked me
"of corse! I love you so much!" I meowed
I decided to go hunting. I met Brackenfur on the way.
"Hi!" he greeted me warmly. Then his smile turned into a look of pure fear. "Why do you smell so strongly of Spiderleg?" He asked. I knew I had to tell him.
"I- well he- er... We're uh- mates now. I said yes because I know that you-"
"Just stop tal
Don't be scared, darling.We're going to try something newDon't be scared, darling.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eating our meals, and swallowing each bite,
Not hiding the chewed up remains under our tongue,
And not making ourselves vomit through the night.
We're going to try something new,
Bringing the liquor down from our lips,
Not turning to the alcohol for comfort,
Until the addiction rips.
We're going to try something new,
Throwing away the needles, the pins, and the blades
Not searching underneath our skin for emotion,
Watching the wounds and the scars fade.
We're going to try something new,
Darling, I challenge you, I dare you.
We're going to try something new...
Why does that scare you?
Night SkyThe night sky is endlessNight Sky2 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.
Favourite Dr. Suess Quotes~"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,Favourite Dr. Suess Quotes~2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing is going to get better.
"You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
You're on your own.
And you know what you know.
You are the guy who'll decide where to go."
"A person's a person, no matter how small."
"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep,
because reality is finally better than your dreams."
"Be who you are
and say what you feel
because those who mind don't matter
and those who matter don't mind."
"Don't cry because it's over.
Smile because it happened."
A Bad Day and Cookie TherapyIt took Leonardo a moment to hear the sound- he’d been so focused on his book. More turf wars between the gangs of Manhattan meant a sharp increase in violence and a need for increased training sessions and developing tactics in any of his spare time.A Bad Day and Cookie Therapy1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tonight they had gotten caught up in a brawl with the Foot and managed to get fairly roughed up. Nothing too bad- the worst of the injuries would probably be Michelangelo’s broken finger and subsequently sprained wrist- but bad enough to keep them all underground for at least the next week to recuperate and get back to full strength.
Another sigh from the brother on his left finally drew his gaze. “What’s up Mikey?”
Obviously a lie, Leo realized quickly. The turtle hadn’t cracked a joke since before the Foot attacked and his smile was more than a little strained, “You sure?” Michelangelo shrugged silently, avoiding his eyes.
Leo put his book down, dog-earing the page a
Soul Eater ChatroomScytheMeister- MakaSoul Eater Chatroom4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shinigami-Sama- Death, duh
*ScytheMeister has logged on*
*8Symmetry8 Has logged on*
8Symmetry8: Yeah, who else?
*Cantdealwithyou Has logged on*
Cantdealwithyou: Hi Maka....
8Symmetry8: Oh so you know when it's chrona but not me?
ScytheMeister: Who else do you know who can't deal with things?
8Symmetry8: Who else do you know who loves symmetry and the number '8'?
*Big*Star Has Logged On*
Big*Star: T^T Answer me!
*2CoolForYou Has Logged On*
2CoolForYou: Hi, Blacks
Story TimeDisclaimer: don't own TMNT sadlyStory Time2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Mikey wants Leo to read to him
Warnings: sweet fluffiness
Leo landed neatly on two feet, his hands held up before him as he finished his kata.
"Yes!" he breathed and smiled to himself he couldn't wait to show his father that he had perfected the kata.
A pair of blue eyes appeared over the edge of the sofa crinkling with a smile as they saw that Leo was finished. The rest of the head quickly followed as Mikey propped himself up against the back of the sofa, a book swinging in one hand.
"Leo?" he asked sweetly
"What do you want Mikey?" Leo had long ago perfected ignoring his brothers pleading eyes.
"Will you read to me?"
"I'm busy and we are eight now Mikey, you can read it yourself," Leo continued his training.
"Why don't you go ask Don or Raph?"
"Because Don reads it like it's some sort of science thingy and that is boooorrrriiiing. Raph only reads the first and last sentences, totally missing out the good stuff in the middle," Mikey e
Chapter 17Chapter 172 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
Written SongThere goes that little, Written SongWritten Song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whistling as quietly she walks along
The old and rusty roads of time.
The painter strives to match her rhyme,
The weaver works to catch her rhythm.
Their thoughts mislead them on and on
To the edge of the cliff of the end of all,
Off which they soon and sadly fall,
Never once embracing the answer
To the mystery of the marvel of the Song.
The Written Song that's being sung, well,
She's the whisper of that One
Who glows the glory of blood-stained heart -
Mighty Maker, Origin and Start -
The love that knit the human soul,
The Friend alone to make us whole.
I'd Rather Be Loving(7/28/2011)I'd Rather Be Loving3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
If you had to choose, would you rather be good-looking or intelligent?
I thought about it for a moment, and my answer is this:
I'd rather be loving.
If someone was only admired for looking good, then what would that someone be without good-looks? Would that really make a person ugly? Looks fade, they are not forever. Can that someone be truly satisfied? After all, if good looks were all that people cared about, then that someone would not be truly cherished for anything else about them. Would anybody care about anything else about that someone if all they needed was good looks? Would there really be anything else left? If everyone was "good-looking", then it would have to meet everyone's standards. Yet we are so diverse and different from one-another, and not everyone will have the exact same standards. What then defines beauty? Beauty is a perception. What is left without "good looks"? What does
Chapter 3Chapter 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 3: Game
Darwin just glared at her, Dont act so innocent Penny. He then stood and picked both his and Gumballs trays up, and dumped them, before looking for his crush/boyfriend.
He knew that when he found Gumball that itd be a very broken Gumball.
Darwin started to get worried when he had looked for Gumball for about half an hour, to no avail, he hadnt seen any sign of where the blue haired boy had been. He sighed and walked into the boys bathroom for the hundredth time that day. He checked the stalls and found them all empty. He looked in every corner and saw no Gumball, but rather in one corner a piece of the ceiling on the floor. He blinked a couple times before hearing a whimper from above him. He looked through the hole in the ceiling and saw a tuff of blue fur on the holes side. He frowned at the thought of Gumball putting the effort into ripping a piece of ceiling out and
Biblical Names of GOD:YAHWEHBiblical Names of GOD:YAHWEH7 years ago in Settings More Like This
THE LORD GOD
Name Meaning Reference
BBRae: Lifes Not FairChapter 1BBRae: Lifes Not Fair1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was sitting in the kitchen eating some earth fruit with robin when I saw Beastboy staring at raven while she was reading. "Robin why is beastboy starring a raven?" Robin looked at beastboy and looked at Raven "I don't know Starfire. I'll talk to him later."
"YO EARTH TO BEASTBOY WANNA PLAY ANOTHER ROUND OR WHAT?" Cyborg said I quickly looked away from Raven and said "uh..Sure!" Why was I starring at her? Wait do I have A CRUSH ON HER!?!? This is bad real bad. I'm GREEN how could she like me back. "Why we're you starring at Raven anyway" Cy said my face started to burn "DUDE minds your own business!" I yelled
I was on my way to my room when starfire walked to me and said "Friend Raven did you notice the stare from Beastboy?" Wait Beastboy was starring at me? "Um...no" "May I please come in? I wish to have the girl talk." She said why does she have to go to my room. "Cant we go to your room instead?" I said.
The place stories come from'Sometimes people wonder where stories come from. A person can tell a story about something so unbelievable, yet so wonderful that it seems real. That's because it is.The place stories come from3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't wonder about it, though, because I know where stories come from.
It's a magical place with thousands of enchanting creatures, beautiful plants, trees as high as sky scrapers and heroic people. Whatever you can think of, it exists there.
Every once in a while, people come to witness all of this. They watch the talking trees, dance with the fairies and feel the heat of a dragon's fire. Eventhough there are many people at the same time, you don't walk into them. No matter how long you stay there, you won't meet any other visitors or even know that they're there.
Stories come to us for a reason. It's because we saw something, met someone or did somewhat unusual things that we remember. We remember them and write them down or tell them to others. That's how stories are born.
It's a place I've visited s