Project Profile_003: UltimeciaProject Profile_003: Ultimecia7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Project Profile_003: Ultimecia
Images of Ultimecia:
"Ultimecia", "Sorceress Ultimecia", "Artemisia", "Artemicia", "Artemisa".
Sometime between Nov. 23 and Dec. 21, some 11 generations after the game's end.
Ultimecia's bangs are center-parted, raise slightly (about two inches), and then flow down, extending to about halfway down her thighs. The remainder of her hair is elevated in an odd fashion. Two cups protruding in either direction on top of her head hold he
StainedShe is stained.Stained3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She spends hours under a constant stream of steaming water, scrubbing, scrubbing till she bleeds.
But she is still not clean.
She is stained.
She tosses and turns at night, trying to push the images out of her head.
She wants nothing more than to be a normal teenage girl, awake at night for an unrequited crush, or a traitor of a friend.
But she can't have that. She never will.
She is stained.
She flinches at the slightest touch, backs away from the slightest gesture.
She knows that they will conjure the images again, the ones she so desperately wants to forget.
But she also knows that it is a lost dream, a mindless desire.
She is stained.
Heroin RapeHeroin Rape2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Caress a cold cheek,
Softer where he struck-
years ago. Bold, bleak,
fears to flow amuck.
Serious or Jest?
Try to trust undressed.
Such disgust, confessed.
This... is beautiful.
Let go. Lose control...
Threat hides behind sin,
Sweat glides cold again.
First fraught to flinch when
shown sweet affection:
One kiss, to brush skin
Recoil? Nervous cringe.
Flee! Spoil the syringe!
Or empty it, in vein.
Victim. Just a slave,
to grim lust and crave
Oddly Enough We're Just HumanYou look at thingsOddly Enough We're Just Human2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh this seems...interesting"
If you don't like these things
If the creator is by you
You either don't say anything
Or you make something up
You walk away
The creator becomes curious
We're all human
We're only human
Its just the crave for that knowledge
Then there are those
They are honest
If they do not like something
They state it
This may hurt
We're just human
Raindance MaggieRaindance Maggie4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
Recipe for Two People in LoveIngredients:Recipe for Two People in Love3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
1 overly attached friend
1 teaspoon of trust issues
A handful of exes
2 cups full of tears
2 cups of disappointment
Rage and sorrow to taste
1 jar of true love
Start with the exes. Add them one at a time to the pan. Slowly poor in the cups of disappointment. Sift it all together. When it looks incredibly painful and about to fall apart, add the tears and vigorously combine it all together. Check for taste; it should be incredibly sour. Add an overly attached friend and a teaspoon of trust issues. Bring it to a boil. When it's about to explode, add the jar full of true love.
Let it rest.
Serve with a side dish of respect and friendship.
Chronos is CruelHe sits patiently, upon gilded throneChronos is Cruel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Defying withering and aging of bone
On surface, all appears calm and steady
Unchanging as stone, forever ready
Appearing as an eccentric sage
Time holds no meaning for the cryptic mage
Beneath, his mind, fractured by time
Is a final haven, his sole lair
He can sleep, he can eat, he can talk, he can blink
But most dangerous of all, he can think
Think, for lack of a better word
His thoughts float free, unhindered but blurred
He gazes ironically
At the shifting world
At what destiny unfurled
His eyes, long gone
Stare at naught but time
He watches churlishly, blasé and wanton
Unable to see miracles sublime
The threads of time curl round his form
An unstoppable, immeasurable, mighty storm
He plays with them, then casts them back
Far from their intended track
Master of Time, Ruler of All
Waiting for eternity in his intangible hall
Chronos is cruel, Chronos is fey
A raving lunatic with feet of clay
Chronos is cruel, Chronos is biase
The Greatest Curse of AllCuriosity is humanity's greatest curse.The Greatest Curse of All2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suicide GuideSuicide Guide10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Truly wide-eyed (and stupefied) after sparks died...
Why? This desolate funeral… nobody cried.
Do explosive emotions hide, entombed inside?
Oversupplied assumptions were drowned by the tide…
Sorrowful expressions and anguish should collide!
Drab despair, exposed, implied. Idiots confide:
No actor tried hollow sympathies to deride.
DAMNIT! At. Least. Weep!
After this suicide...
Melancholic measurement missing, never spied,
When expectations subside, when cruel classmates chide-
Behind uncounted backs… crowded insults reside.
These actions unbelievable, regrets decide:
let the knife slide. Quickly leave a world, toaster-fried,
For shocking attention, but here is the divide,
Between reality and the dreams of what would happen
after my suicide...
I was justly denied.
Moonlight PerfectionI'm writing this by moonlight - the eerie glow of a full moon, to be exact. I'm wondering if you remember how we marvelled at a full moon, promising to use it as a medium in which to speak to each other, even while separated by thousands of thousands of miles. Of course we wouldn't hear each other, we figured, but we'd always know. That's how love works.Moonlight Perfection3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm not sure if you've blocked out the memory or not. I am sure that you know which memory I speak of - we have many, but there's nothing quite as special as dancing at midnight at the foot of a swan-flocked pond, despite the absence of music. The swans watched us, and I swear that by the time our pattern became clear, they joined us. Their famously beautiful necks kissed the looming branches of our favorite willow tree as they swayed to our rhythm, and at that moment, the species barrier dissipated. Love is universal, after all.
You would pull me closer to fight the biting wind, constantly whispering sweet nothings to keep the smile o
Absolution - PrologueAbsolution - Prologue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The blackened steel feels cold as it pierces through me, The Kursed dragging me atop the blade with him. For all my mockery of Thor’s foolishness, how had I become the fool in all of this? Risking my life for a place I can never call home again? To save these mewling quims? They’ve hurt me, dishonoured me, disowned me and banished me; why must I harbour feelings for them still, or at all?
I suddenly realise that my life is probably going to end here and now, and it pains me to think I have to die in Thor’s presence; of all the ironic and tormenting things, why this? After the wonderful ploy and how well things were playing out in our favour, why had I acted so idiotically in order to save my adoptive brother? I didn’t harbour any love for him, nor the mortal he had become entwined with; or did I? I truly do not know and it disturbs me; for once I don’t know my own feelings.
I can feel my life ebbing from me – my blood soaks my vestments through and d
Where dignity and pride fought for their place -1-Where dignity and pride fought for their place - part 1 -Where dignity and pride fought for their place -1-2 years ago in Drama More Like This
- a Sniper/Scout fanfic -
Maintaining rifles was an Engineer's duty.
As a member of Team RED it was the Engineer’s job to make sure that every weapon was fully functional, with enough ammunition at every mercenaries disposal. The Engineer was a skilled man with a knack and passion for machines, and most of his team-members were glad they could leave to him what they sometimes considered to be a tedious task.
For the Sniper, however, it was bliss.
Sniper remembered very well that certain day three years ago, when he had been introduced to the team.
The Engineer had greeted him with a firm handshake and a broad, Texan drawl. Fighting hard to keep control over the twitching corners of his mouth, the new Sniper had thanked him for the warm welcome rather stiffly. Later that evening, they had found themselves emptying several mugs of beer and laughing heartily as they mocked each others' accents
LifeI hate no one, this is true..Life2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But some times the way people act makes me blue.
I want no grief, I want no sorrow..
I'm always waiting for a better day tomorrow.
Do not pity me, do not cry.
I just have to get through life.
yes, it may be sad at times but always remember the happy moments and you'll get by just fine. <3
Power of ChoiceChoice is Will. Will is Power.Power of Choice2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A choice can change everything in a second of an hour.
Your choices are your own to make.
They are the fruits of soul and spirit.
A choice must be thought of wisely
Other lives may be entwined in it.
A Poem, A Bracelet, and a StoneA Poem, A Bracelet, and a Stone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Poem, A Bracelet & A Stone
Today, I found a small, worn box
Tucked into a forgotten corner.
The contents conjured a million images
Of the days when I was younger.
I stumbled upon a half-written poem
Clad with clumsy rhymes and ink smudges.
It spoke of the perils of unrequited love
For those friends and their various grudges.
A chunky girl with taped glasses
And unfallen tears in her eyes
Flashed across my memory
Along with her unspoken cries.
But as I shifted through the box,
A broken, faded bracelet almost fell out.
The coloured beads spelled my name
While whispering of hope throughout.
The spectacled, chubby girl
Flashed again, but smiling this time.
Her teeth are crooked, her lips are dry
But her smile is warm, aglow with a shine.
I also picked up a delicate, glistening stone,
A clever play on my crystalline name
From a small, hopeful, blushing boy.
I turned him down with a trace of shame.
An unfinished poem, a bracelet, and a stone.
Ordinary objects, dec
The Shadow CasterI didn't want to ruin my sister's life. I didn't want to hurt her at all. Yeah, she got on my nerves pretty often, but I never wanted anything to happen to her. My mother always joked that I'd kill her and anyone else who tried.The Shadow Caster3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But it might be too late.
It all started with the number 19. 19 points out of 100 on a test, to be exact. An English test, on top of that - my sister and I were both blessed with a natural command over words.
But a test like this could not be helped by a gift with language. It was a stems test - you know those, right? Prefixes and suffixes and all? Those could only be memorized, and my dear sister wasn't one to put in the effort. I was, though. I always put the effort, and it paid off every time.
My father yelled. She cried. We're Indians, you see, and education is always number one - it even dominated religion in our home. Test on Monday? Fine, don't go to church today. Stay home and study.
While everyone was yelling and crying, I quietly slipped out the house
SWS: Unfastening the ClipSwish.SWS: Unfastening the Clip3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Curl around my neck.
(Y/N) Moving castle (Part 3)No one’s P.o.v:(Y/N) Moving castle (Part 3)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The next day, Rose came in to the cake shop, happy to show the boys the new cake ideas she had.
She entered the building, and said, “Look who’s here!” Alistair and Dylan flocked to their mother, and greeted her. Rose hugged them both the walked into the kitchen, where Artie usually was, calling for him, then said, “Where’s Artie?” “He hasn’t come down stairs yet.” Dylan said. Rose looked worried, and then walked upstairs to Artie’s room. She knocked on his door, and asked, “Artie, are you in there?” “Don’t come in her, I have a bad cold, and I don’t want you to catch it.” Artie shout hoarsely, due to his new scratchy voice. “Artie? You sound ghastly, like some 90ty year old man.” Rose said, taken back a little. “I’ll just stay in bed all day, so you go on.” Artie said. “Well, if you insist.” Rose said, before leaving. After Arti
CaughtI dream of you most every nightCaught2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of that popping sound, that frenzy of light
And I see your figure, so still it remains
Your entire body engulfed in flames
There is no screaming, no painful screech
You do not beg nor do you reach
The burning silhouette just strolls over
Leans real close with its hand on my shoulder
And through its lips I hear your voice
A soft yet angry tone of choice
Then the blackest of smoke fills the air
Chokes me awake from this nightmare
And In this empty room upon my bed
I'll never forget those words you said
You are the past from which I've hid
"You're gonna burn for what you did"
Never.NeverNever.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her own face
Grimacing at the
Time after time
to tell her
Beautiful EyesThey speak to me, spilling your secrets, opening your soul.Beautiful Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's nothing you can hide in your beautiful eyes,
As golden and magical as the morning sunrise.
They're a kaleidoscope of emotion.
Whispers of unwritten stories in each little fleck of green,
Murmuring tales of broken hearts, visits to the between.
The depth of your pain, your albatross
Spins in those eyes, plunging down, down, fathomless;
Yet, they sparkle at a distance, boundless, fearless.
I drown in those eyes, listening eagerly to the stories.
I am lost in your ageless soul...
If.If.If.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate that godforsaken word.
It carries the unspoken promise
Of sadness and regret; It's absurd
How two letters so insignificant
Can be paired into something
So exhaustingly depressing.
If only you'd done this
If only you'd done that.
Just shut the hell up;
Why care? It's in the past!
What if you'd done this?
What change would it have brought?
I've got a different question: why even ask
When the battle's already been fought?
I apologize for my bluntness.
It appears that I've been rude.
So before my frustration takes control,
Allow me to conclude:
This little two-letter word
Should be banned for evermore.
For when people can't express such thoughts,
We'll finally see an end to war.
Something To Show You: Naruto x ReaderSomething To Show You: Naruto x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“C’mon this way!” The excited, blonde ninja yelled. He dragged you by your hand through the Konoha village with a huge smile on his face. For literally weeks your friend, Naruto, had been ranting on about something he wanted to show you. You’d always beg him to tell you but with a giggle he’d just reply with, “Not yet! You gotta wait!”
“Kyaa! Naruto!” You yelled as he turned a corner sharply and about took out a lady and her kid. “I’m so sorry!” You called back to them as the boy pulled you by your hand to wherever he had in mind. They smiled back and chuckled, seeing the situation you were in.
“How slow are you?! Keep up with me!” Naruto complained, tugging even more on your arm. Now huffing and too tired to roll your eyes, you obeyed him and forced your legs to move faster than they had been going. This better be something good, you thought to yourself, because if it was just some training practice Na
HeartlessLove is cruelHeartless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is ironic
Love is a tool
Love is idiotic
It defies explanation
Twisting, spiraling, leaping
How does it conquer?
How does it rule?
It crushes, it breaks
Yet still is a jewel
If you love something
You should let it go
Yet I just can’t leave
That warm, buttery glow
It strikes without warning
At first is a blessing
Then leaves us broken
Gasping and guessing
The glass is half empty
Even when half full
But I want to smash the glass
With the rage of a bull
No matter if concealed
In dress, cloak, or suit
Love will be always
The heart’s delicious fruit
It ensnares and entangles
Dripping intoxicating juice
And all the while
It tightens the noose
Whispers in your ear
Then swiftly melts away
Comes back a second later
To lead you astray
Locks you up
Then gives you the key
But you refuse to come out
Suffused with your glee
Ah, love is mystical
So what do I know?
But hear this, child
It turns friend into foe
What I want to address
Is behind that sweet