SNKvsDCU: AquamanSNKvsDCU: Aquaman1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Aquaman (real name: Arthur Curry/Orin Atlan-son)
Occupation: King of Atlantis
Abilities: Super strength, ability to breathe underwater, swimming and talking to aquatic animals
Official Team: Justice Dudes
Debut: More Fun Comics #73
Voice Actor: Phil Lamarr
Arthur Curry is the offspring of a human father and an Atlantean mother. He grew up to the rightful heir to the throne of an exotic utopia known as Atlantis and as its king, he has sworn to protect this both Atlantis and the surface world against any threats from the deep oceans.
*Trident Throw: Aquaman throws his trident at his opponent.
*Strike From The Deep: He summons a trident from the deep that attacks his opponent from where he/she is standing.
*Scoop Up: He stabs his opponent with his trident and hurls him/her to the opposite side.
*Aqua Shield: He shields himself in a watery barrier.
FIC: The ThingFIC: The Thing3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
TITLE: The Thing
PAIRING: Faramir/Pippin, implied BrandyTook
"This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path?" It was more of a statement than a question. I raised my gaze from the small creature before Gandalf in the saddle and nodded. I told them my tale, of meeting the two Halflings unexpectedly.
The Thing raised his face, its eyes shining with hope. It seemed the essence of innocence itself. When it spoke, it startled me with its heavy Westron accent. "Frodo and Sam " I blinked. The Ringbearer and his servant? How could he have known?
My father's aid came to me later that day, conveying humbly that my childhood armor was to be brought to the smithy to be fitted. The Thing had pledged its loyalty to my father, and was to be Guard of the Citadel.
I uncovered the uniform from an old trunk in an empty bedchamber that had belonged to Boromir until recently. The tunic smelt of dust and was creased from years of
Kurloz x Reader Without WordsYou laughed as Kurloz signed a joke you’d heard at least 60 times, but still never got old. He smiled as you finally did so yourself and waited for your laughing fit to end.Kurloz x Reader Without Words2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You had gotten a ‘flush crush’ on one of your best Troll friends, who you had been friends with for years and even would help him out of a tight spot. He’d also help you a lot and comfort you, so you’d built confidence in the belief that maybe he liked you back. However, this had proven to be nothing but repeated words as he flatly said no to you and not even give a proper reason why. Worse yet, during the time you sulked behind doors, you heard from a friend that he had instead gotten into a flushed relationship with Meulin (who, up to that point, you enjoyed talking to and always had considered a moirail).
Kurloz had come knocking a week after you disappeared and dragged you out of your home, signing silly things and making you smile by doing things that, no matter how painful, would
DuoTITLE: DuoDuo3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Merry screams and plunges his sword into the Witch King; for Frodo.
"He'll be safe now, Merry." Aragorn's words were doubtful, and they ached in Merry's chest as his cousin became a white speck on the horizon.
Pippin grinned at Merry as they boosted their elder cousin onto the table; he was always so agile when he danced, what could go wrong?
They were renowned pranksters, harmless pickpockets; living with the duo demanded ungodly amounts of patience.
The babe's small hand clenched about Merry's finger, and from that moment he knew they'd be friends.
Pippin kisses his face, smoothing his curls; Merry won't ever tell him that he weeps so in mourning of Pippin's spoiled youth.
Merry clung to Pippin's hand as they dodged horses, Men, weapons, and orcs; all their footraces in the Shire paid off.
Gataki mouGataki mou2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was always sunny where he was. An occasional cloud would pass over the sun, but sandy winds would quickly protest and sent it away. The heat was nearly unbearable, even for those who had been born and raised in the forsaken desert.
Heracles knew what the people in the caravan thought of him. As a Greek boy, sold into Egypt along with his brother, they thought him of less worth. As a slave, they thought him a strange contradiction. He was often found sleeping and lazing about, but he never left a job undone. His broad shoulders carried dense muscles that held the capability to lift an ox right off of the sandy ground.
It was no mystery, the man was strange. But needed much y the large caravan. His exemplary way with the animals and strong back made him valuable. The same couldn't be said as much... for his older brother.
"Oi! There you are!" Sadiq's gruff and annoyed voice sounded in the Greek slaves' ear. Heracle's sleepy green eyes looked up to meet his brother's. "Playing with the
FIC: The ScarfFIC: The Scarf3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
TITLE: The Scarf
Merry sighed and set his head in his hands. The sun was barely peeking over the rolling hills far in the east, the morning grey and fresh. He sat out front of Great Smials, a ways off, as his mother had instructed. Why couldn't the baby hurry up and be born already? He was getting impatient!
Shaking his head, he pressed his fingertips to his lower lip. That wasn't fair of him. This was an important event for his relatives. Uncle Paladin and Aunt Eglantine had born only girls, and they desperately needed a male heir to carry on the line of Thain. Aunt Eglantine was getting too old to bear much longer; this would be their last attempt.
Aunt Eglantine had carried the child for several long months; Merry's young mind couldn't recall a time when her tummy hadn't been swollen. But still, his mother had seemed terribly frightened late last night when they had gotten word of his aunt's contractions. She had kept mu
SNKvsDCU: Black MantaSNKvsDCU: Black Manta1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Black Manta (real name: David)
Abilities: Enhanced abilities
Official Team: Injustice League
Debut: Aquaman #35
Voice Actor: Terrance C. Carson
A man named David wants to become the ruler of the oceans, but the oceans already has a ruler named Arthur Curry, a.k.a. Aquaman. David would be known as Black Manta and dedicated his life to putting an end to Aquaman. He notoriously killed Aquaman's baby son and forced Arthur to make the toughest choice twice, which is to give mercy to Black Manta.
*Harpooning: Black Manta throws his harpoon at his opponent.
*Devil Ray: He shoots eye lasers from his helmet at the ground. Depending on what version of the input, he'll either shoot it close towards him, shoot in the middle, or shoot from a far away.
*Manta Ray: He shoots his helmet's laser at his opponent.
*Torpedo Attack: He shoots a missile from his s
Too soon*Welcome in YouChat* - 27th July, 3.36 pmToo soon3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
*John221 has entered the chat*
John221: Unbelievable. But I'm here.
John221: Is anyone here?
John221: Ok, this is utterly ridiculous, I'm leaving
John221: ..talking to me?
User1895: Well, I'm typing, actually
John221: So you're typing to me
User1895: Precisely. It's not very crowded today, isn't it?
John221: Do you come here often?
User1895: Not so often. Most of the time it's populated by maniacs and aroused teenagers
John221: I must suppose you're not one of them, so. Heartening.
User1895: What about you?
John221: I'm not a maniac, I'm just here to spend my time but well is not a good period to me and no, maye I should not talk about this to a complete stranger. My therapist suggested me to write a blog, so maybe I'm supposed to confide to you but I'm not sure this is the right way and . uhm, sorry
User1895: I meant: what about you? What's your name? How old are you?
Date, a Wonderland Days Story.Elliot Hart hadn't loved since he was eleven years old and his family went missing. He hadn't had any actual friends, unless you count that strange yellow alien he sometimes encountered in his maze.Date, a Wonderland Days Story.5 years ago in Settings More Like This
But all the alien, Mr. Toko, talked about was some strange girl from the surface named Amy who was obsessed with some sort of drink called coffee and creating these odd things called flashes. Mr. Toko was always complaining about her making him read her comments.
Anyways, Elliot hadn't had friends in years. So the fact that he was on a date with one of the most beautiful girls he had ever met was rather shocking to him. Especially the fact that she seemed so interested in him.
"Do you come here often?" She asked him.
He scowled and shook his head, his messy brown hair getting in his eyes. "No. I can't leave the castle much with the guards away." He replied, hoping she wasn't bored. She asked him questions about his life for a while, then all of the sudden she whipped out a pen from behind h
CompanionTITLE: CompanionCompanion3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Gimli hated being left behind, hated being the small one; no one ever overlooked the tall beautiful Elf.
It startled Legolas to see the dwarf so angered, so poised and reared to defend this palace-made-tomb of his people.
Neither of their cultures had a knack for expressing how they felt as the hobbits or Men did, but Gimli was near certain he had seen Legolas smile faintly.
Theirs wasn't the first bond between Elf and Dwarf, but the way his people murmured and cut eyes at him kept Legolas wakeful and tearful at night.
"You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring." Gimli scowled; he already disliked the Elf.
Legolas wasn't waiting up on him so much as giving the dwarf a chance to catch his breath.
Legolas stared at the dwarf as he finished his sixth pint with a burp, called for
Gli AstersiorsianiGli AstersiorsianiGli Astersiorsiani1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Gli Astersiorsiani sono delle creature elementali capaci di assumere una forma semiumana di un elemento (galassia, buco nero, fuoco ecc.) e hanno la capacità di risucchiare una creatura nelle vicinanze senza essere visto e/o sentito (se ad esempio risucchia un’Astrale, diventa un’Astersiorsiano Perfetto).
Caratteristiche e Comportamenti
Gli Astersiorsiani sono di norma, di natura malvagia e sapiente (in casi rari). Hanno la magia oscura (tra cui il voodoo, masochismo nero e poteri dell’oblio). Se un’Astersiorsiano viene ferito lievemente o gravemente, esso si rigenera e trasmettono il loro dolore all’individuo che la colpito (che, infatti... gli Astersiorsiani non sentono il dolore fisico). Più grande sarà la ferita più il dolore trasmetterà a quell’individuo.
Gli Astersiorsiani possono generare un campo gravitazionale molto forte da distruggere persino macch
FIC: White RosesFIC: White Roses3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
TITLE: White Roses
PAIRING: Tol/Bilbo; Sam/Frodo
Hamfast drew a deep breath as Holman smoothed his too-big and patched jacket. "Just mind your manners and you'll be fine," he said quietly, kneeling in the walk, a smile making his green eyes sparkle. "The Bagginses is wealthy folk, but they's not unkind."
Straightening and fixing a warm smile on his face, Holman raised his fist and rapped at the back door of Bag End. A muffled shout from within alerted them that someone was on their way to answer. After a moment, the door swung open, and a young gentle-hobbit stood before them. His brown eyes danced with pleasant surprise, and his face flushed with the sweetest smile imaginable to Ham's young mind.
"It's Hol, Mam!" he called into the smial. Laughing softly, the hobbit drew Holman into a tight hug. "How are you, dear?"
Holman hesitated. "Winter's been hard, sir."
"Oh, hush, you know there's no need to call me that." The hobbit
El bosque es mas grande que los dos-Y si voy mas lejos- le pregunto al gran arbol lleno de ramas frondosas- ¿me podria perder?El bosque es mas grande que los dos2 years ago in Settings More Like This
-...- el arbol asintio y guardo silencio,cuando lo considero preciso le dijo- pero si eres capaz y seguro, regresaras.
y con estas palabras en mente, el chico se adentro al bosque, al inmenso terreno lleno de arboles, ocultas estaban las criaturas, seres que todos creian imposibles, increibles, inexistentes. Ron, nuestro joven amigo, comenzo a andar, a perderse entre los troncos, entre la verde vida.
¿Que es lo que buscaba?, el tambien se lo preguntaba, volteaba a cada lado para descubrir una pista de lo que necesitaba encontrar, ¿era acaso valor?, no, el ya lo poseia, ¿confianza? le sobraba, ¿humildad? nacio con ella, ¿que es lo que necesitaba?. Andando como un fantasma, a cada paso que daba, creia aun mas, que alguien le seguia, no era grande pues el ruido era suave casi imperceptible, Ron volteo, una rama estaba en suelo y un pequeño ser debajo d
The Not-Titanic: Part OneSin: “I don’t understand why you insist on bringing me along,” Ascalon had been declining Dante’s wishes for days, deducing that his visit to Miss Moravec’s home was neither for business, pleasure, nor anything in between. With that established, it was clear that he truly had no purpose in being there. How the God still managed to drag him out of his home was both puzzling and frustrating. “We have barely spoken.” Even towards her Keeper, Rocco—whom he did consider an acquaintance—was one Ascalon was still reluctant to call. After all, he had no reason to speak to either of them.The Not-Titanic: Part One1 month ago in Sketches More Like This
“I know, I know,” Dante walked a step behind Ascalon, making sure that the white-haired Keeper wouldn’t be tempted to flee from his company. Even if the GoD left an opening for him to do so, it was still highly unlikely it would happen. “You are joining me as a precaution is all.” It was as terrible as it sounded,
sobreviviendo a los zombies. parte 1Recuerdo que era un día como cualquier otro, salí de mi casa sin ver a Loret de Mola tal vez si lo hubiera visto no habría ido a la escuela y no hubiera estado en tal situación. Me fui en un camión vacio a la escuela y cuando llegué todo era normal; excepto una cosa, muchas personas tenían restos de carne entre los dientessobreviviendo a los zombies. parte 13 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Malditos, hubo una parrillada y no me invitaron, además no se lavaron los dientes. Bola de cerdos" pensé y entré a la preparatoria, la mejor de Tepic tengo que decir. Bueno, no era el Ciencias y Letras, tampoco la PREMEX, ni el Cristóbal Colón. Está bien, voy a dejar de mentir, entré a la preparatoria 1, la primera de Tepic y que tiene facha de penal federal (No, perdón. La penal federal está mejor que la preparatoria 1).
Allí me encontré a mis amigos: Magui, Lety, Eduardo y Chaparro, los cuales son unos cab . Perdón, son muy chidos. Empezamos a platicar sobre e
kyon de sagitarioSaint Seiya: the Lost canvas Kyon de sagitariokyon de sagitario3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Cierto día en el inframundo Pandora estaba tocando su arpa con Thanatos e Hipnos, los espectros gemelos mientras Hades estaba conversando con el alma de Alone en los campos elíseos
_Alone, ¿Te gusta Asahina Mikuru? Mira, acaban de poner fotos eróticas de ella en la pagina de la brigada SOS_ le pregunta Hades
_No_ responde Alone
_ ¿Y Misa Amane? Es kawai_
_ ¿Qué me dices de Aya Natsume?_
Hades le enseña su lap top a Alone y le dice
_Pero solo mira a Kagura Tsuchimiya. Solo mírala y dime si te gusta_
De pronto sale un anuncio de la película de amanecer
_Ay chiquillo_ exclama Hades
_Me asustas. ¿Te gusta Edward Cullen?_ replica Alone
_Tiene lindos labios_
_Estas loco. Está más guapo Jacob, con sus grandes músculos y _
Entonces aparece Pandora y Hades cierra su lap
_ ¿Qué hace Hades-sama?_
_Eh observo el paisaje_
_ ¿Y po
The DarkThe snow is so soft Klain thought. The only things that could be heard where his labored breath fighting the death cold that surrounded him, Eva's hooves flying magically , literally, over the thick snow. And if you really focused all your awareness into your hearing, then maybe you could catch the slightest, softest steps that stalked the young apprentice.The Dark4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Reminding himself for the umpteenth time that if it saw his eyes he would be in a fate worse than death, he lowered his cowl a bit more. He had been trained for the better part of five moons not to react to anything and his master had put him through some dire sights. This however was the worst.
As his neck craned his whole back started aching, his body had been locked up more in fear than the cold. Exhaling slowly Klain lifted his head.
Massive black talons, each the size of an entire house maybe more, moved at a ferocious speed but there was no sound almost nothing. Not being able to take it anymore Klain jerked his head up,
Character Survey: SywynCharacter Survey: Sywyn3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Sywyn Nym'el [sai-ween neem-el], originally Sywynel Nym [sai-ween-el neem]. No surname known.
MEANING: Sywyn = The-one-who-walks/walker, El = under, Nym = Sun-and-Moons/sky.
NICKNAME: got many of them during his life, but the one which stuck on him the most is Vor'Ard'Ves, literally "the one who can ride the wind"... he got this nickname during the wars in the Westland, from the people of the desert; now almost everyone knows him with this nickname, the Windrider.
ACTUAL AGE: no one knows his real age as he never answered to this question, but just the fact that he took part to the wars in the Westlands makes him older than 400 years for sure.
RESIDENCE: no one, he's mostly an outcast.
AGE APPEARANCE: late 20/early 30
SPECIES: Edhel'nar, (light elf)
SEXUAL PREFERANCE: straight
MARITAL STATUS: single
KIDS: some around the world, he only knows for sure about a couple of them (one of which is also dead)
OCCUPATION: freelance worker (read = mercenary)
Themis Mission 1 Part 1Bree looked at the poster, frowning. Boss was missing. And she had to find her. Looking around at the silent city, Bree decided she'd need a car. Nobody was around, so she brought out a small can of blue spray paint.Themis Mission 1 Part 12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
‘C’mon, work.’ She muttered, drawing a quick, life-size car on the wall next to her.
A person walked past, frowning at her.
‘You shouldn’t be doing that.’ They snapped as they passed.
Bree rolled her eyes, but she was already done, and the person was already gone. Touching one hand to the picture and concentrating, Bree drew her hand back closing it into a fist. Then she spun around, and unclenched her fist, pointing at the road. A sleek blue sports car appeared, but if anybody got close enough to look, they would spot tiny, faded lines all over the car. A brick pattern.
Jumping in the car, Bree stepped on the pedal. Next thing she knew, the city outside was just a blur, and she was nearly at the main government bui