Ice Age 4: Buck Edition: Chaos in the Lost WorldIce Age 4: Buck Edition: Chaos in the Lost World3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alright, so as we all know, Buck was not included as a main character in Ice Age 4. So, I decided to make my own Ice Age story. Now, seeing as Buck will be a central character in this story, the majority of this story will be about the animals on the continent. Manny and the others will come in later, as well as another favorite character of mine anyway, enjoy!
Buck woke up to the regular sounds of screeching and roaring in the dino world. He stood, and stretched in the small hole of the tree he'd slept in last night. Grabbing his knife, he walked up to the entrance, and observed the morning life of the dinosaurs.
The sun was shining through the ice above, a few giant butterflies fluttered through the air, and pterodactyls screeched as they either returned to or left their nests.
"Ahh, another beautiful day in deadly paradise." He sighed.
With that, he leapt from the tree, grabbing a vine on
The First Punch (Phan)Title: The First PunchThe First Punch (Phan)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Author: Le moi (Ninjabuscus)
Genre: Pfft I dunno man
Rating: I don’t know, just don’t hand copies of this to five year olds
Disclaimer: One does not own Dan (Danisnotonfire) or Phil (AmazingPhil). All of this is fictional and in no way do I imply that they are actually in a relationship.
Author's Note: Enjoy! Inspired by the song 'The First Punch' by Pierce The Veil, link will be in the description
I find it funny how a few words can cause your world to change.
Yet no amount of words can make everything as it once was.
I told him that I loved him. Four words from myself that should have only caused a little earthquake among the foundations of our friendship, but then his words were like a sledgehammer to not just our friendship, but myself as well. I was trapped within as he kept hitting away at the walls of our r
When can I see you again? DanxPhilIt was another tedious Tuesday, everyone was bored and dead tired in class. As all students on a Tuesday would feel. Everyone was itching to get out of the stuffy classroom including the professor himself. The bell, hearing their prayers, rang signaling the students to leave and go back to their dorms. Free to do whatever they wished until the next day came. Dan Howell sighed heavily, knowing full well that his school day was far from over.When can I see you again? DanxPhil1 year ago in Humor More Like This
“Hey, Dan” his friend Chris walked over from his seat, “There is a party in the southern part of uni tonight. Wanna go? I don’t know about you, but if I hear theorem one more time, I’ll go insane.”
“Chris damn it, are you trying to make me skip studying again? We have finals next week, and this is probably my 5th attempt to actually go and study.” Chris stared at him in shock.
"When did you actually cared for your grades?"
"When it is almost the end of first semester, and I’m really close to fail
School Days (Part 3) -PhanShip: Phan (danisnotonfire & AmazingPhil)School Days (Part 3) -Phan2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Genre: fanfiction; fluff; romance; angst (mostly angst though)
Warning: contains depression, bullying, and abuse
**DISCLAIMER** I do not own Dan and Phil, they are YouTubers danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil; I do not claim any of this as real!
After what seemed like forever I finally sat down and gave my now numb legs a break. My dad really gave me a beating last night. I honestly felt terrible not telling Phil why I couldn't walk, but then again how can I trust anyone? Yesterday seemed like a dream, some fantasy that would never come true. How could I just open up to Phil like that? I've never trusted anyone before... but it seemed like Phil was going through a rough time too, so I shouldn't complain.
I winced as I heaved myself off the ground to continue to walk... wherever it was I was going. I knew I couldn't head back to my house, or Dad would just beat me again. I turned over and looked at
''And then you kissed me...'' [Phan one-shot]Title: And Then You Kissed Me''And then you kissed me...'' [Phan one-shot]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: 12& up? I guess...
Author's Note: *Disclaimer in the description.
Breathe Dan! Just breath!
My brain kept shouting this at me but I ignored it. I mean how can I be calm at a time like this? I was going to do it; I was going to kiss Phil, for the first time I might add.
My body was shaking slightly and my heart felt like it was thumping against my chest a million times per minute. The palm of my hands were ridiculously sweaty as I kept them pressed firmly against the material of my skinny jeans. Phil and I were about to go on the Manchester wheel. You see I thought this would be the perfect time to do it. The two of us watching England from the skies as I casually slip my hand into his. And when the right moment present itself I will finally-
Thoughts were interrupted when Phil gently tugged at my arm in an attempt to make me move. Taking a deep breath
Maybe It'll Be OkayDisclaimer: I do not own Dan Howell (danisnotonfire) or Phil Lester (AmazingPhil)Maybe It'll Be Okay3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BY WRITING THIS FANFIC, I DO NOT, IN ANY WAY, IMPLY THAT PHIL AND DAN ARE, OR EVER WILL BE, IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP. THIS WORK IS WRITTEN PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES OF THE FANS.
"Die, die, die!!" Dan shouted, pounding the buttons furiously on the xbox controller.
Phil shook his head at Dan.
Unbeknownst to most people, Dan always got unhealthily involved in video games. He would play, rant, and twitch in anger whenever that character on the screen fell, costing him another life.
"It's only a game," Phil would tell him, usually chuckling to himself at Dan's childish pouts once he ran out of lives.
"Dammit!" The brunette threw the controller on the ground, curling his legs up to his chest and crossing his arms, pouting. The action was sudden-enough to shake Phil out of his thoughts, so he looked at the screen.
Oh, here we go again....
Sweater - Phan“Do you have to go?” I asked him quietly as we stood by the door, already knowing the answer but wishing hopelessly that this time, it would be different.Sweater - Phan1 year ago in Romance More Like This
He sighed sadly and nodded, “Baby, you know I've gotta run, I've gotta go but I won't be long.”
“Ok,” I whispered, “just remember me while you're there... don't you flirt,” I said, giving him a joking smile. He laughed quietly, “of course not Phil, I've only got eyes for you.”
I nodded, “but seriously Dan, just don't get hurt.”
He smiled and kissed my cheek, “I won't darlin,” he said quietly. I smiled and took a step back from him, and ignoring his confused look, pulled off my t-shirt and put it in his hand, leaving me bare chested as I shiver in the cold air.
“Take this, to remember me, just in case you ever feel alone.”
He smiled at me, his eyes sparkling as if he were trying to hold back tears and pulled off his own sweater. “I kn
Phan: How Could I Forget? Chapter 18Phan: How Could I Forget? Chapter 181 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mr Lester, wake up." I felt my shoulders being shaken lightly as I slowly opened my eyes. A petite red-haired nurse stood before me, looking like she was trying to smile but found it hard not to frown a little. "Come on, we need to get you upstairs as quickly as possible." I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I followed her out of the waiting room, up the stairs and to a room in the corner of the ward.
"The doctor said it's alright for you to go in but I hate to be the bearer of bad news... Mr Lester, your boyfriend is dying." She said, slowly. Tears pricked into my eyes as my sleepy brain processed the predictable words.
"How can you still look so beautiful? After all you went through?" I gently squeezed Dan's hand as he chuckled softly. His body and face were quite badly bruised and his skin had a yellow-y tinge to it. (but no one would tell me why) Yet he still looked like an angel.
"I'm never as beautiful as you." Dan said, quietly, caress
Beach Volleyball- Phan/KickthestickzThe ball flies over the net and lands on the soft, white sand.Beach Volleyball- Phan/Kickthestickz2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Point 1, Dan and Phil!” Dan yells as he high fives Phil
“Shut up and serve.” Chris says, throwing the ball back over the net and into Dan’s hands. Dan serves the ball and it sails into the net. PJ and Chris laugh but Phil just glares at Dan. He did not want to lose this game, so making stupid mistakes like serving the ball into the net is unacceptable.
Dan shoots Phil an apologetic look but the scowl on Phil’s face doesn’t disappear. This was serious business, the losers have to buy the winners drinks for the night and Phil desperately wants those free shots.
The ball is passed back over the net to PJ who serves the ball perfectly, but Dan wasn’t going to let them get the next point so easily. He dives into the sand and just manages to tap the ball so it flies upwards, giving Phil the opportunity to spike it. He did just that. The ball hits the ground, making Dan and P
Writing Tips for DummiesWriting Tips for DummiesWriting Tips for Dummies6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Listen, I know I'm a half-rated author in training. I'm sixteen, what can you expect? But I've read critiques like this, and I decided to make my own, because many tutorials instructed me to give my own advice in order to take it.
This is probably going to be a fairly short tutorial anyways.
Think about how your character speaks. A problem I've actually seen in some young authors' is that they try to sound smart ALL the time--including in their character dialogue. True, some characters such as professors and generally serious people will speak with a certain intelligent ring, but not everyone speaks that way. For example, do you think MOST four year olds use the word concurred? I don't think so. Think about your character, their intellect level, and even how much of it they show through speech, which is a part of characterization. For example, I know people who are very smart who try not to show it through speech because it makes them sound supe
Here Be Dragons, Chapter 7: A Question of LoyaltyHiccup stared after the dragon. His breath came in huge gasps; his head was spinning. A cool breeze swept through his sweat-soaked auburn hair.Here Be Dragons, Chapter 7: A Question of Loyalty2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Did that really just happen? he thought. Did I just... imagine it all?
But no, there were the ropes and metal lying at his feet. Seeing it made the realization of what he had just done slam though his body. He could have become a true Viking, could have become more than Hiccup the Useless, Hiccup who did everything wrong.
Did I do the right thing?
He blankly watched as Spirit streaked out from among the trees, and slid to a stop in front of him.
What was th- are you all right? the stallion demanded, and nudged Hiccup's face when he didn't respond.
Hiccup grabbed Spirit's mane with a shaking hand and heaved himself to his feet. However, as soon as he tried to take a step forward, his knees gave way. The ground tipped upwards to catch him, and he simply lay there, tryi
No One Cares, Part 2A/N: Just warning, this part is a little darker, little more violent. Once again, italics is Spirit, and regular is Jack.No One Cares, Part 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
If the shifter had looked angry before, it was nothing compared to the expression he wore now. He swept his huge black wings and soared into the dark night sky.
It was "doomsday", as I so mockingly called it. August 19th, the day between Easter and Christmas, the day when the greatest lunar eclipse ever known would darken the moon. The day Mori had chosen to set his plan into action... to kill the Man in the Moon. Apparently, I was the only one who could stop him. How? I had no idea.
The shifter turned to face both me and Spirit, standing on a small hill, laughing insanely. I gripped my staff as I saw him twitching his long tail, the end as sharp as a spear and glowing with green light. I braced for the wrenching pain that I knew was coming.
Suddenly I heard a scream, cut off mid-cry. I turne
Always A Black Veil Brides Soilder (Poem)Always A Black Veil Brides Soilder (Poem)3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sitting alone on my bed,
listening to that which calms me,
ignoring the monsters in my head,
pumping my fist along to Black Veil Brides,
I'll always be a soldier in the BVB Army,
The music makes me forget,
all the pain,
I no longer want to fit in,
with the people,
They drive me insane,
I may be,
but that's just me,
One day i'll be free of my past,
because of the music that made me last,
earbuds in my ears,
listening to the screaming,
screams that wipe away my fears,
taking me to the place of my dreaming,
a place where i'm accepted,
because we're all outcasts,
in our own way,
we'll never feel rejected,
no matter what others say,
BVB's music will always take me away!
Egyptian Names 1:AAa Great, ChiefEgyptian Names 1:A7 years ago in Historical More Like This
Abayomi Brings Joy
Abju Hill of the Symbol
There Is A Hell: It Never Ends (Phan)Title: It Never EndsThere Is A Hell: It Never Ends (Phan)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Author: Le moi (Ninjabuscus)
Warnings: Swear words?
Disclaimer: One does not own Phil (AmazingPhil) or Dan (Danisnotonfire). All of this is fictional and in no way do I imply that they are actually in a relationship. None of this is real. Do not sue me for I have no money
Author's Note: This is the third part of my album challenge for being a deviant for a year, so I hope you enjoy my crappy writing. Link to song will be in the description.
"Phil...Phil!" I whispered harshly, shaking his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up.
I should let him rest, seeing as he got injured yesterday and is absolutely exhausted. I have to wake him up. I either have to wake him up, or leave him and ultimately risk his life. I don't want to be the secondary cause of his death. I let out a panicked and frustrated sigh, running a hand through my messy hair.
EDIT: Age of Iron Chapter 1: -Cancer- Chapter ArtEDIT: Age of Iron Chapter 1: -Cancer-2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Age of Iron
All was dark and silent.
He felt nothing but something soft under his body, soft and gritty. The silence began to give way to the soft, lapping noise of waves upon a shore. The noise was soothing, calming. He tried to open his eyes and lift his head, but he could not move. He lay on the sand, listening to the waves, and wondered. How did he get here?
As if some other being was controlling him, his eyes suddenly opened and he heaved himself upwards, taking in the sight of golden sand dunes and blue waves topped with white froth, carrying seaweed and shells onto the beach. The stallion looked up at the blue sky, where white clouds floated carelessly by. His nostrils flared, and suddenly it struck him.
Nightmare A long, long time ago, a student from Hamilton High School was admitted into a mental asylum. No one know for what reason. Right after that incident, the school burned down, and was then rebuilt. Here I am, today, in that same school where these accidents had occurred.Nightmare4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The silence was shattered with an ear-splitting sound of thunder. Another minute dragged by, and the advent, or arrival, of the storm got worse. Just as I managed to finish the abstruse task in Latin class, the last bell of the day rang. The rush of relief filled me and I inadvertently picked up my books to leave. Down the staircase and---crash! As I looked around to see who had pushed me, I realized all of my papers were scattered everywhere. Suddenly, the intercom went on announcing, "This is not a drill. The school is going into lock down. There is an armed man in the school perimeters. Everyone please go to their designated places. Sc
Between the Sword and the PenI heard there was a battle,Between the Sword and the Pen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
between a pen and a sword.
Between a few deathly strikes,
and one simple word
The sword could not defeat
a few thousand men,
A thousand worded lecture
was written by the pen.
The lecture drove them all,
to temporary death.
Its words dragged on like lullabies,
and stole their very breath.
The sword was not able
to bring tears to ones eyes,
Without striking love
and telling many lies.
The pen however knew how
to make ones insides melt,
when composing a sonnet
so powerful and svelte.
The sword ended up covered,
with blood and salty tears.
It's blade getting heavy,
from battling all those years.
And I hear that they still battle,
the sword and the pen.
Words clashing, sword smashing,
Again and again.
If you stop- and listen closely,
You'll hear the pens words.
You'll hear them calling out,
against the metal swords.
Through Astral Eyes and Frozen Hands (pt 3)Jack glanced back once more as he noticed Starina had finally laid down to rest. He did not mind watching after the little one but he often wondered if 'fun' was enough to sustain her. Slowly a golden wave of lustering sand trickled its way from the sky above and into the cave where the child resided. A smirk crossed the lips of the young boy as he knew the sandman had arrived. A joyous laugh came from him as he jumped up into the night sky. Twisting and twirling through the crisp air he couldn't help but become consumed with the desire to have his own dreams just like the children had every night. It was the sandman, Sanderson Mansnoozie, who was the Guardian of children's dreams. He was the one that the children would thank for the dreams about flying, defeating the great Blackbeard, or finding the last unicorn. Sandy protected the sleeping children from nightmares, specifically from the Nightmare King himself, Pitch Black. Jack had heard stories of the "Boogeyman" whoThrough Astral Eyes and Frozen Hands (pt 3)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Unsaid and Unknown CH.I -LokixReader-Your name goes here: ________Unsaid and Unknown CH.I -LokixReader-2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your full name goes here: ______ ______
The other ones, I think you are familiarized with those, my fellow reader insert fans! Enjoy!
The Prince and The Hitman
‘¿Ugh, really? ¿this is the one?’
There was him, a tall man...no, god. A tall god with all the black armour and the emerald green leather thing covering up his slim body. Wavy raven long hair carefully combed and making something she called a “Butler Hairstyle”, though a strange golden helmet was in his head, preventing her to see it.
And there was...that hooded figure. A graceful and elegant figure, completely occulted by Midgardian baggy clothes, in a position that clearly was not as jaunty as herself. There she was, apparently reading a book, glancing at him without being noticed, waiting for the moment to come
“Isn’t this your true nature?”
‘Huh, such an awry fellow I have in my hands. Maybe now is the moment...
Dying for His Affection: PreludeDying for His Affection: Prelude2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was running, my little legs going as fast as they would take me. My heart thudded in my ears and all I could hear were my raspy breath and the blood pumping through my veins when I was not screaming bloody murder.
Thud thud thud thud.
My shallow breaths couldn’t fill my lungs with enough oxygen, my legs felt so numb. My head was light and I could barely make out what was even in front of me. Not only was it black in the forest with the moon as the only light, but tears kept my emerald eyes from seeing clearly.
I cried out for them even though I knew they were dead. They were gone, gone forever. And I was next if I couldn’t outrun this creature. But I was only a child! How could I possibly outrun this creature? I heard it right behind me; it was so close to wrapping its clawed hand around my body. I just pictured its light gray and deformed body, its long and menacing claws. I remember seeing it crouched over my parents, devouring them right i
Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 2Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 21 year ago in Romance More Like This
Goldenkit shuffled along the edge of the nursery, looking for a way out. He pawed at the branches and brambles, hoping his tiny claws could snag on a tendril and tear it free. He could see some golden light seeping in from the outside world, and he wanted to feel its warmth.
"Goldenkit, what are you up to now?" His mother, Dewflower, scooped him up in her paw and pulled him close to her.
"I'm trying to explore." The black and white kit squeaked.
"You're trying to ruin the den, that's what you're doing," a brown mottled she-cat hissed. Her kit was nestled at her belly, he was older than Goldenkit, but only by two moons or so.
"Can Harekit play too?" Goldenkit perked up his little curled ears in excitement.
"Can't you see he's sleeping?" The she-cat growled.
"Oh quiet, Foxfur, you know he just wants to play." Dewflower defended her son.
"Yeah, and mine just wants to sleep." The mud-colored she-cat r
Scarlet River P60 Riverpaw returned to the camp. Glancing up at the moon, she saw that it was time for Featherfall to take watch. Padding over to where the Shadowclan she-cat lay, Riverpaw prodded her with a paw.Scarlet River P601 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“What?” Featherfall grumbled.
“It’s time for your watch.” Riverpaw said quietly.
Featherfall stood slowly and stretched, reaching far forward and then arching her back.
“I got it.” The cream she-cat said, and jumped to a ledge, then onto the boulder.
Riverpaw settled down beside Ashheart. Her heart thudded in her chest, wondering how the next day would go, and how mad the others would be. I guess I’ll find out in the morning, Riverpaw thought.
She closed her eyes. Despite her anxiety and excitement, it was easy to fall asleep. Riverpaw drifted away almost immedia