In tribute to Chun LiIn any country she will fightIn tribute to Chun Li2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For reasons always right
In her traditional dress of blue
She will stand by what is true
Any evil that arises can easily be fixed
By one graceful barrage of kicks
Adorable and charming but never squeamish
She will not start a fight but be its finish
This is a force no criminal can beat
Only Chun Li can be so strong and sweet
The Old God, Savitrॐ भूर्भुव: स्व: तत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं ।The Old God, Savitr4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
भर्गो देवस्य धीमहि, धीयो यो न: प्रचोदयात् ।।
The wind blew sand into your nonchalant soul,
and your heart coughed. I entered the circle
at night, and I was consumed by fire. I did not
know of you then. I have fractured myself into
a thousand souls: but they are all whole, for I did
see you in my absence. Yet you? - you
were sailing, and your head was
full of water light.
I was significant when your mother poured out water
in a copper pot from a balcony; water, which
caught and held the moon, and then spilled over
with a quiet radiance. You wondered whether
the moon l
Dear SteveDear Steve,Dear Steve6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
It wasn't anything like I imagined it would be. I can't remember when they started talking about it, but I remember switching on the television one morning a few weeks ago and the news was full of it, and I realised that they had been for a while. World leaders were meeting to discuss potential solutions to the problem. In talk shows experts were interviewed, religious leaders consulted.
But life carried on. I still went to work, early on at least. I still got stuck in the traffic around Carnon Downs. Work wasn't flooded with a mass influx of panicked people. I don't think Gareth even bothered to pull down the emergency protocols manual from high on its shelf.
Gradually the workload decreased. People stopped going to the doctor, fewer people were admitted. Nobody wanted blood tests any more.
Eventually I stopped going to work. There was no point. I called in every day, just in case.
I ended up watching people go to work in the morning, as they continue
Li'll Artist Motivation PoemI see the many pictures, bright and darkLi'll Artist Motivation Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to behold for friends, you spoil them that much
each and every picture and word it's creator's mark
with a hand of their own, their personal touch
Darkness and depression their hearts hold
and the stories they wrote for all to see
loosing the feel for the pictures told
for their heroes and idols match they'd never be.
Chin up, proud artists, for you as well
need not match your idols and heroes but see
you have stories to picture and pictures to tell
to be a hero to others, the idol you think others to be.
Grab your pencil and tell us your paint
grab your pen and sketch us the story
for eventhough the light of your glory in your eyes is feint
to many you are that idol, and hold your own glory.
Your art is your own, your stories your fiction
see now that they come from your heart
you need not weep when your workflow has friction
for when you are done you have again created art.
In Tribute to Samus AranThrough the cold desolate void of spaceIn Tribute to Samus Aran1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No destination is too dangerous when she gives chase
Strong, swift, determined, well-armed, and relentless
All the galaxy's criminals are practically defenseless
Trained by the Chozo to be athletic and fast on her feet
In her signature space armor, there is none she cannot defeat
To deliver justice is her reason to fight
Every space pirate in the universe fears her might
Not even dreaded Ridley can hope to endure
Her skills and arsenal will end him for sure
From planets dangerous and barren
No one can stop the bounty hunter Samus Aran
Bi-100Queer-NightmarecrowBISEXUAL: 100% SERIOUS, 100% QUEERBi-100Queer-Nightmarecrow9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I'm queer, and that's all you need to know.
That's usually what I tell people when they ask, "are you a lesbian?" or "are you gay?" In truth, I'm bisexual, but I don't like admitting that to people.
Sounds pretty dumb, right? But there are certain stereotypes that go with bisexuality, as with any other identity. The stereotype that I've encountered with bisexuality, though (especially concerning bisexual girls), is particularly damaging; it's that a bi person is really not much more than a straight person who fiddles around with his or her friends of the same sex when he or she can, with absolutely no emotional involvement. A lot of people I know automatically associate "bisexual" with "teen: smoker, promiscuous, eye-makeup, pouty expression, disrespectful. Just a phase."
That is what makes me reluctant to identify as being bi. I've heard bisexuals get scorned from both ends of the sexuality spectrum: many straight people think we're
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: YangUMvC3 Fan Moveset: Yang2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: Street Fighter series
First Appearance: Street Fighter III: New Generation (1997)
Voiced by: Johnny Yong Bosch (EN) Masakazu Suzuki (JP)
Theme song: A remix of Yang's theme from Super Street Fighter IV: Arcade Edition
Alternate cotume: His alternate costume from Super Street Fighter IV: Arcade Edition
Stage: Downtown China -Midnight Thunderstorm- (Shared with Yun)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Youhon Shiun (F +) L + L
Ento Shugeki B, L + L
Raigeki Shuu AIR DF + K
Senpuu Kyaku F + M
Tourou Zan QCF + P , QCF + P , QCF + P
Senkyuutai DP + K
Byakko Soushouda QCB + P
Zenpou Tenshin HCB + K
Kaihou QCF + K
Sei'ei Enbu QCF + PP
Raishin Mahha Ken QCF x
YellowI won't hurt past todayYellow2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But it's not the sun I see now
Keep telling me the truth
But I miss it somehow
Never wanted to be this close
To losing this much heart
But you're just that good
Always knew you could
Had I watched,had I prayed
I'd have learned how to say it too...
I think I'm over you.
out there somewherethe moon's ghostout there somewhere4 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Butterflies of RedButterflies of Red1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I were to jump, I wonder if I would learn how to fly,
grow a pair of wings and be free.
Wonder away in this black sky,
all the way until I reach the blood that makes this sea.
Should I get too close I shall be stained in red,
thinking of whom this vivid color belonged to.
But then I recollect that it is all from me, this color that I shed.
Above the skin that never quite grew,
butterflies rest, each with it's own sense.
Away they'd go, leaving behind a disorienting view,
and the intentions from which they came at high expense.
If I were to jump, I wonder would freedom ever come?
If I were to jump, with me, would you be set free?
If we were to jump, only thing that'd be is a morbid hum.
England X Reader If You BelieveEngland X ReaderEngland X Reader If You Believe1 year ago in Romance More Like This
If you believe
The nice cool air settled with a drizzle that patted the backs of all who paddled down the street, almost as if ushering them onwards towards their destination. So far, Channel 62 was keeping their prediction on "Weather on a need to know basis". Although the rain wasn't "Pouring down in buckets," per say more like falling through a tightly weaved strainer suspended above the sky.
The rain's puddles splashed at your feet with each step you took, thoroughly wetting your socks so that each step was taken with an accompanied squish.
Well, these socks were absolutely ruined.
But after all, rain was to London as green was to grass. Whatever the saying was.
You gave a small huff as you decided to duck into the next open shop. This rain really wasn't helping you, at all.
Your sneakers padded as you flew down the street , searching for an "Open" Sign. Why was it that every sign that lit
Finding Comfort in the Enemy, Chapter 1 -ZADR-Finding Comfort in the EnemyFinding Comfort in the Enemy, Chapter 1 -ZADR-2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The room suddenly felt cold. Zim's body went stiff and he felt a pained, sinking feeling in his chest as he was abruptly cut off from his leaders. He had heard these words before, from a varying range of other Irkens as time had passed and even from The Almighty Tallest themselves on a few occasions. But he never believed a word of it. He thought back to his existence evaluation. The Tallest had pushed his date up a couple of decades. He didn't want to come to the realization that they did that with malicious intent then. His loyalty to his leaders burned strong. The only reason he even lived through his evaluation is because his PAK was too much for the Control Brains to handle. Thinking back, he didn't realize to the full extent what was happening to him or the Brains. Just that the Brains declared him the greatest Invader ever. He hadn't thought then that it was because of his faulty PAK overwhelming them. Zim was unsure of why th
NipponThe cherry blossomsNippon1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
are always expectant
before an atomic explosion.
SoRiku - We Talked"So how's everything going with you and Roxas?" Sora asked, as he and Axel wandered around the shopping mall, the brunet happily chewing on a piece of Christmas candy cane an unconvincing Santa was handing out to small children before Sora bound over to him with a huge grin and was given one of his own just so he would leave the poor guy alone.SoRiku - We Talked5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Everything's great," Axel said with a smile, and everything was, his boyfriend was perfect in every way, what more could he want. "I think I'm going to tell him soon," Axel added after a short pause, and the brunet beside him squeaked happily, bouncing as he walked.
"Oh my god really?" Sora asked, obviously excited to hear the news, Axel didn't even need to tell him what it was he was going to say, since it was Sora who had pointed the obviousness of it out to the redhead in the first place. "When?"
Axel laughed at his friend who was currently acting like a school girl reading Shoujo manga. "I don't know," the redhead said as he chuckled, "I ju
Servant of EvilServant of Evil4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kimi wa oujo boku wa meshitsukai
Unmei wakatsu aware na futago
Kimi wo mamoru sono tame naraba
Boku wa aku ni datte natte yaru
Kitai no naka bokura wa umareta
Shukufuku suru wa kyoukai no kane
Otonatachi no katte na tsugou de
Bokura no mirai wa futatsu ni saketa
Tatoe sekai no subete ga
Kimi no teki ni narou tomo
Boku ga kimi wo mamoru kara
Kimi wa soko de waratteite
Kimi wa oujo boku wa meshitsukai
Unmei wakatsu aware na futago
Kimi wo mamoru sono tame naraba
Boku wa aku ni datte natte yaru
Tonari no kuni e dekaketa tokini
Machi de mikaketa midori no ano ko
Sono yasashige na koe to egao ni
Hitome de boku wa koi ni ochimashita
Dakedo oujo ga ano ko no koto
Keshite hoshii to negau nara
Boku wa sore ni kotae you
Doushite? Namida ga tomaranai
Kimi wa oujo boku wa meshitsukai
Unmei wakatsu kuruoshiki futago
"Kyou no oyatsu wa BURIOSSHU dayo"
Kimi wa warau mujaki ni warau
Yamato Nadeshiko of Street FIghter Zero ThreeYamato Nadeshiko of Street FIghter Zero Three1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
This character sheet will be done in a Rival Schools style. Her party-up method will reflect her federation, not a school.
I envision her as a lightning bruiser who is the fifth highest attack, speed, and stamina in a Rival schools roster that adds Sakura, Karin, R. Mika, Maki, Ibuki, Sean, Dan and Makoto. What that means against Slam Masters and World Warriors and street gangs is unclear. Due to her extensive power, she has no range outside of hurling herself at varying speeds (most of them fast). So reachers/teleport/fireball spammers will be the bane of her in combat.
Her teamup technique will be called “Blood Burning Pep Rebound,” and it shall do the following: bring the burning vigor meter full 80%, and undo any diminishes done by taunting, while increasing all stats by a total of three taunts. This will be done by sitting the active player on a stool, massaging their shoulders, whispering in their ear, and when that’s
I Chingscratch deepI Ching4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
language should be a startling of birds
letters mad as March hairpins
gratifying too: war on muddy Spring brings
gifts of demons
tears from home
end of shorter days
to life in this defeated country
Death Battle - Decepticons Vs. Daleks - Pre-FightDeath Battle - Decepticons Vs. Daleks - Pre-Fight5 months ago in Comedy More Like This
Lucas Zaboot: "Hey Everyone! Good news! Phan2Angel7 didn't kill us!"
Johnny Zealous: "Better still, he even asked us to make more of these…with a subtle "or else" on his letter…but moving on!"
Lucas Zaboot: "And we don't want to disappoint the guy! So for this follow-up Death Battle, we asked ourselves a question: if alien robots were to attack us, who should we bow down to first?"
Johnny Zealous: "The Decepticons, Renegades of Cybertron and sworn enemy of the Autobots."
Lucas Zaboot: "And the Daleks, the Conquerors of the Galaxy and sworn enemy of the Time Lords."
Johnny Zealous: "For this Death Battle, we're pitting three against three here so that way we won't have an accidental shot be responsible for the winning victory."
DECEPTICONS (GENERATION 1)
First Appearance: "Transformers" - "More Than Meets The Eye" - September 1984
Leader: Megatron/Galvatron (animated series/Animated Movie)
Occupation: Renegade warriors
Chun Li and Cammy HaikuChun Li and CammyChun Li and Cammy Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Glorious strength and beauty
Beware swift justice
The hidden royalty Ch. 5The hidden royalty Ch. 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When ______ woke up the first thing she saw were the warm covers of the king's bed. She still was ill, so it took a few time for understanding she was in the personal king's bedroom, in his bed to be exact. When she finally managed to sit she saw Arthur and Francis talking softly in a corner of the room. It seemed like they were quarrelling. At a point they stopped and Francis came near her, caressing her cheek. My little lovey is finally awake! he said with his best smile. The king stood up, ready to being a new squabble; it seemed like the two boys didn't get along well. ______ noticed that they had almost the same eight, but no one seemed too short or too tall, so she thought they had quite the same age. It was actually a hasty conclusion, because she was so hungry she couldn't think a lot. Francis, who had an expert eye with women, understood that and went to cook something for her. ______ didn't surprise so much; the prince loved cooking and he horned into the kitche
Static Shock: The World...Title: The World Isn't EndingStatic Shock: The World...3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fandom: Static Shock
Characters: Virgil "Static" Hawkins, Richie "Gear" Foley
Rating: T for mature themes
Summary: Richie's dad is on the warpath again, and this time it's Richie who needs Virgil's help.
"And stay out!"
The door slammed just as Virgil walked up, ready to pick Richie up for their weekly sleepover. He jerked to a stop, knowing that it wouldn't be the best idea to antagonize anyone in Richie's house with his presence if someone was already yelling. Richie's dad still hadn't quite warmed up to him yet. He instead waited for Richie to stumble forward off the front steps, holding a backpack and a sleeping bag.
"What's up with the gear, Rich?" he asked jokingly. "Normally we chill on the couch." Richie's expression made his words catch in his throat.
"I..." Richie stammered, looking crushed. Virgil put an arm out to steady him but it stopped halfway and he pulled it back, nervous.
"What's the matter, Richie?" Virgil's inquiry was answered by the
ZADR-Tying the Grudge Knot c1ZADR-Tying the Grudge Knot c17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zim's breathing was heavy and his irken heart was beating loudly in his head. That Dib and his STOOpid para-whatever it was. It was getting increasingly hard, since Dib started becoming famous and getting funding from various TV channels and restaurants, to get away from the human with out some kind of big injury and this time was no exception.
He looked at the Dib-human, a small sense of victory creeping through him at the large scratches on his face, left by Zim's claws before it was quickly drowned out literally when it started to rain.
Dib grinned cheekily at Zim. A large stun-gun was re-charging in his hand. He pulled in closer to the Irken. "It hurts, doesnt it, Zim? The rain? Eating at your flesh like acid splashed in your eyes..." He continued walking closer to Zim, confident in his victory this time, and raising the gun to point at him. "One shot from this and you'll be immobile for at least thirty minutes thanks to those beautiful flesh wounds caused by the rain."
Hetalia Trekkin'- America x Male!Reader"It is most certainly not living tissue."Hetalia Trekkin'- America x Male!Reader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You knew that was probably the most useless thing you could say given the situation. Of course it wasn't living tissue; you were in freaking space. Y'know, a vacuum. Where all living things would die if they were left without protection. And by protection, you meant spacesuits. But, given who your captain was, you honestly couldn't be bothered to be any more helpful. You sighed, looking away from the scope and towards the blond man lounging in the captain's chair, surrounded by McDonalds bags. How he managed to get McDonalds this far into unexplored space, you did not know. Though then again, given his record, you wouldn't be surprised if he'd had a restaurant installed onboard just for this mission. You groaned inwardly; why couldn't you have been assigned to the U.S.S Republic instead of here? Your best friend had been sent there, the lucky bastard, and was probably enjoying a smooth ride under the command of Captain Kirkland. You, on the oth
BuJeet - Tense"O-oh gosh "BuJeet - Tense3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He hiccupped, and wiped his leaking eye with the back of his hand.
"Wh-what am I "
His knees were wobbling dangerously as he shuffled down the residential sidewalk, and sometimes one of his legs would buckle and he'd have to catch himself before he hit the cement.
This was it, he was done for. He'd never so much as struggled before, but now
Here he was.
He finally lost his will to walk, and soon found himself weeping at the base of a streetlight. It flickered gently in the setting sun, illuminating the backside of the trembling teen as it prepared for night.
He clutched to his book bag, despite it being the accessory being the one thing containing every one of his problems. He buried his face in its worn corduroy backside, and bit on his lips to keep the noise to a low hum.
AP Calculus, AP Physics, AP English IV, AP Government with AP Economics, and AP French III.
5 of his 7 classes were Advanced Placement.
The year before, he'd taken 6 AP classes. So, why