Giving A Purple Minion A HugIt was a rainy miserable day in the Gru house and while most of his brothers were playing and having fun but Kevin was feeling down since being a Purple Minion was lonely sometimes but he kept it to himself but rainy days were the worst because it made him feel sad and made him wanna cry.Giving A Purple Minion A Hug1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Yo Kevin wanna play soccer?" he heard a voice say as he turned around.
He saw Dave there with a soccer ball in his hands as Kevin sighed because he wasn't in the mood as he growled making Dave sigh seeing sadness in his eyes knowing he was pretty still shy after what had happened with El Macho and normally just hid in their room and was under their bed makimg him understand.
"Maybe Gru and Miss Lucy can help him." he thought going to the lab.
He saw his brothers goofing around and working or eating bananas but he sighed finding Gru there and explaining makimg him understand.
"Poor Kev, feeling down is not good.
He's in the room you guys share right?" Gru said as Dave nodded.
He felt bad but was leavi
True FriendsTrue friendsTrue Friends1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are the ones who stay by your side
Even when you tell them to go away
Are the ones who lift you up
Even when they feel down
Are the ones you never need to apologize to
Even when you mess everything up
A true friend
Is what I need the most
To save me
Nippone (Species Ref)Nippone (Species Ref)1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Plant/Earth Pony Hybrid (No unicorns, pegasi, alicorns)Nippones originate and inhabit parts of Neighsia in the far east.
Most common are single color coats.Uncommon but by no means rare, are “print” coats – Spots, stripes, gradients, and the like.Rare Print coats are coats with patterns and details similar to indigenous wildlife in the region. (Panda, Tiger, Red Panda, etc )
Manes/tails have no more than three colors. Can have one color, two, or three.
Distinguishing features are the bamboo shoots, leaves, and vines that are a part of the pony’s biological makeup and anatomy.Common to find bamboo shoots at the base of the tail.
Females have bamboo shoots/leaves/or vines around their ears.Males have bamboo shoots along the spine, and protruding around ankle areas
It is not uncommon for a Nippone to still have a normal tail a
Harvest Pokemoon: ArthurAll morning, the sea had been churning and the waves had been growing as the wind picked up speed-at first it was just a breeze, but then it had strengthened into powerful, terrifying gusts. The fierce waves hit against the shore with deafening clashes.Harvest Pokemoon: Arthur3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The towering man used an arm to shield his silver-gray eyes from the bits of debris flying through the air, the armor plates on his forearms clinking and clanking in response to each pebble and wooden stick shard hitting against them. He stumbled forward, squinted his eyes, and angled his head downward in an attempt to peer under his blocking limb, to see where he was going. Why was Arthur out in a hurricane, you ask? Because there could be people or animals stuck out here, trapped, with no one else to help them! The knight wasn't afraid, in fact he was pumped with adrenaline and exhilarated- determined to help anything or anyone that he might find in need. It was then that he spotted it, a terrified, tiny little baby Dwebble, scurrying
Nicole and Rachel 2-3Nicole sighed softly to herself as she finished checking beneath desk in Rachel's mother's office. She struggled to her feet, not an easy task with her hands and feet both shackled.Nicole and Rachel 2-35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rachel was absentmindedly humming an off-tune song a few steps behind Nicole. She glanced at the stop watch she was carrying and commented, offhandedly, "That's an hour. You've got two hours left."
Nicole groaned. Rachel's prediction was so far holding true, since she'd found the first key, Nicole hadn't found a single other key. She'd finished checking the living room without turning up anything.
Not surprising, Rachel wasn't stupid enough to hide more than one key to a room, forcing Nicole to shuffle around at a slow crawl with her shackled feet, eating up her time.
She'd moved onto the next room, then the next, not finding anything. No keys, nothing. Now, she'd lost a third of her time and was no closer to getting free then she was an hour ago.
"You want a hint, Nicole?" Rachel asked.
Walker - PlayWalkerWalker - Play4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Setting: A post apocalyptic world where everyone, save these 5 characters, has been killed by a mysterious and deadly disease.
Walker He is represents darkness. He mostly watches, and he subtly makes situations worse.
Diligence The first person to find Walker. He's always striving to do better, be better, find the best in everyone, and he's always thinking and working and trying. He isn't concerned about himself, but rather the tasks that need doing and the people that need helping.
Vanity Even when facing the extinction of humanity, all Vanity can think of is herself and her own appearance and situation. She shows that no matter how dire a situation humanity is in, it is our nature to only think of ourselves, and what everyone else's suffering and dying means to us. She is uncaring, stupid, slightly comedic and serves as a foil to Diligence, who never thinks of himself and only of others.
Silent and GoneAlong the blue streams of those who were simplistically glassed, I drag my wooden, empty coffin; it contains only my past.Silent and Gone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the many decades I've lengthened have expanded pain's time; across shallow mountains and beatings I prepare my final climb.
Through harsh mists and soft grasses the journey trembles on; days on end without my voices; alas, I realize they are gone.
Near all abandonment's shelter I rest without ease; my halved demon appears before me; she speaks hellishly in the breeze.
Forgiveness and hallucination she crisply burns in my eyes; I must awaken and continue, 'tis my time to remain wise.
To a judging stream near the greenish peaks, I sit down to somberly rest, screeching memories grasp my bloodied hands; these visions are merely a test.
And here at last is the accurate time, I lie down and breathe once to sigh, down the merciless falls I briskly crash; today was the day to die.
The Flaming DiamondThe Flaming Diamond4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Book 4: Air
Chapter 1: The Flaming Diamond
Night had come to the whole Fire Nation. It seemed that everyone was sleeping; even the animals closed their eyes.
But one person was not.
Zuko was sitting in front of a big table covered with red material. The table was full of parchment and paper scrolls. He had let his servants to go away a long time ago. Zuko didn't like their company. Actually, he didn't like anyone's company. His eyes also were closing and he was fighting with weariness. Suddenly a big drop of ink fell on an important letter.
A small flame appeared in Zuko's hand and burned the letter.
He was tired. But he was the Fire Lord.
Zuko put his face into his hands. One of them touched his scar. His skin was strange there, feeling like thin paper. He didn't allow anyone to touch it.
He was almost overcome with sleep, when he recalled that someone had broken this rule. In the cave under Ba Sing Se, almost two years ago, when he didn't know yet which way he would go.
Zutara - Scars Chapter 1Zutara - Scars Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zutara - Scars Chapter 1
I stood in a cave lit by blue-green stones. It was a strangely beautiful prison, not dark and plain like a cell. But my eyes were not on the walls that caged me, they were on my cellmate. He was huddled on the floor with his back to me. I paced back and forth yelling at him, telling him how terrible he was. But he did not talk back, he did not lash out at me like I expected. He didn't burn me or even become angry at all by what I could see. Only once did he speak and that was to tell me I didn't know what I was talking about. But I let that fuel my anger more. I wanted him to hurt, I wanted him to know what he and his father had done to me. So I made this personal now, and I told him of my weakest weakness, my deepest scar. I told him of my mother. Then he surprised me.
As I cried into my knees, he turned toward me, "I'm sorry." I continued to hide in my tears as his sincere voice rang through the caves. "That's something we have in common." And for the first t
Corporate Capers part 1Part 1:Corporate Capers part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sarah was in her bedroom getting dressed. She paused, buttoning her blouse midway up. Her hands were trembling. She forced herself to calm down. She had to act natural. She couldn't give any indication today was anything but a normal day at work.
Sarah was a young business major, fresh out of college with her degree. She'd been lucky enough to land a job as an assistant to of one of the bosses of Green-Line shipping, one of the largest shipping companies in the world.
The position was little more than that of a glorified secretary, Sarah was forced to admit, taking calls, filing papers, fetching coffee, anything her boss, Mr. Chapman, deemed beneath his position. But at least it was a foot in the door. Something to pad her resume and hopefully let her land a real job in a year or two.
Sarah pulled on the jacket of her business suit. She selected a pair of earrings and a necklace from her dresser, put them on, and turned to the mirror to see the effect. Her brown hair was pulled
Kisshu's Return part 1Kisshu's Return part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ow no!! Not again!! Momomiya Ichigo jumped out of her bed, put on her school uniform and put two red ribbons in her hair. Then she ran downstairs, took her schoolbag, yelled: Bye Mom! Bye Dad! And she was on her way to school.
She ran as fast as she could. She ran to her classroom but she bumped into someone. Im so sorry! Ichigo?
It was her boyfriend: Aoyama Masaya. Ow, Im terrible sorry, Aoyama-kun! Doesnt matter, but Ichigo... Yes, Aoyama-kun? Could you please spare some time after school? Of course! Okay, Ill see you after school, than. Okay, byebye!
The rest of the day she was non-stop thinking about Aoyama-kun. What does he want to talk about? He looked so serious... Then Ichigo got a little worried. 'He doesnt want to dump me, right? No way!!' The last dates didnt go very well, but he wouldnt break
JatA- The Science Fiction ClubPart 1 of a TFrime fanfiction based after the events of episode 17 "Crisscross"JatA- The Science Fiction Club4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
June Darby couldn't believe her eyes. It wasn't too long ago that she'd last experienced that feeling of being utterly overwhelmed by the sight in front of her: only last night had she witnessed her son's motorcycle leap into the form of a gigantic alien robot and promptly wipe the floor with another of its kind an evil one that had taken her hostage and threatened to kill her. But that feeling terrifying as it was was pretty insignificant compared to how she felt now in the Autobots' base.
She and her son dismounted the motorcycle in question, and an awkward grin creased Jack's face as the bike Arcee abruptly began to shift into her bipedal form. The transition was smooth and almost instantaneous; June felt slightly relieved to see that her son's otherworldly friend was smiling when the astounding process was complete. Four more ridiculously tall robots were approaching
GravityNot every man can prove their weight, their worth.Gravity2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With dreams of wings I am forced to walk.
I wish to become the challenger of my own gravity,
To rise so much higher than fate will allow.
A wall of fate; nothing satisfies.
Just because I defy you, doesn't make me wrong.
The size of my deed will reflect my ego,
Project myself, I must become exactly what I want.
So gravity, I challenge you to keep me down,
I defy you to crush my wings!
In defiance I scream at my fate;
"I'll gain my wings and you'll keep your weight!"
Love, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 6Raphael's phone vibrated on his bedside table, shaking his attention from the book in his hands. He pulled the homemade bookmark from the back of the book and slid it in on his current page.Love, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 68 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
He saw the notification was a text from Casey.
“Dude r u still in trubl im bord”
Raph sighed. It was only his third day of being grounded to his bedroom, but it felt like it had been months. Hour after hour he had been forced to remain in that musty, desolate bedroom with nothing to do but read, count the cracks in the cinder block walls, and wait for what seemed like forever for meals. If there was a hell, Raph was sure he had died and gone there.
“Yea still in trouble sry man.”
If there was ever time that Raph saw his best buddy as saintly, it was now. After the stupid way he had acted that night, Casey so easily forgave him, whereas he could tell everyone else was still heated. He knew that was because, though he did not agree with the behavior, he understoo
Impaled Mind What have I done ?Impaled Mind3 years ago in Horror More Like This
The night was cold. The wind blew harshly, giving off a loud wheeze; as if mocking my consequences. My eyes stared blankly into the huge, empty, dark room. Everything was grand in my office room. Everything looked almost regal. My trophies stood proud on its shelves. My gold medals dangled on each hook on the wall, emanating a 'cling clang' sound as it bumped against one another.
The sound got louder.
It echoed like a beating of a drum.
It was laughter to my entire downfall.
I closed my ears shut with my gloved hands. I cringed on my seat.
The clock ticked and tocked, harmonizing with the sounds of my medals.
Tick. Tock. Clang.
Tick. Tock. Clang.
I hissed between my grit
fuck, here we go again.the back roads--fuck, here we go again.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a water bottle full of
god knows what,
and it burns a little going down.
that's okay. we all need that,
we touched a windmill.
and we leaned against it,
pointing at radio towers
with cheap cigarettes dangling between our lips
before we kissed,
sober, this time
stars screamed at us.
this is why
you like the country.
i wondered about our smoke
creating the stars
as it drifts out of our lungs
in clouds of post-code envy
(god, we need to get away from here).
that would take a long time.
that's okay. we've got time.
Practice Poem - D and D Tongue TwisterPractice Poem - D&D Tongue Twist:Practice Poem - D and D Tongue Twister2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So here, sit down, get down;
Everyone just f'in' hit the ground.
Cause I'm rhymin' with some rap I stole,
Everyone in the house just sit and roll;
Cause I'm burnin' fire with an Undead Monk
Yeah I play D&D when I'm f'in drunk.
Rush feats that'll make you go mad in black,
You'll scribble all over that fanny pack.
Now I'm crusin' through some Elven Wood,
Searchin' up some dude for the stolen good,
When a dragon pops out snarl and roar,
Man I roll for a 'Fist of Garandor'.
Eight dee six damage added through and through,
'Chain fist' makes me some Dragon Goo.
Got loot poppin' outta my character sheet;
Don't wanna get it stained with my milk and wheat...
So I sit in a tavern restin' up,
While the DM fills his restin' gut.
And his mom comes in the f'in room,
"Hey why didja enter mah lair of doom!"
"Do you want me to bring some pizza rolls?"
"Goddamit Mom I'm the Evil Grole!"
"But do you want some of those f'in pizza rolls?"
"Yeah I'll have some mom ju
Thou Shall BurnClench my soul, go right ahead; ignite your flesh and I shall deem you dead.Thou Shall Burn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dance with fire and thou shalt be burned, scorched to deformity with your soul never returned.
Exceed your limits, turn away your falls, shall the trials begin beneath the walls?
Oh yes, they shall, my dearest thing, for your fate will rest within this ebony ring.
Such glory was enthralled into my soul, how you plead for its power, its superiority, its toll.
Though alas you've proven not worthy of it all, hence your death shall be remarkable, forever now you shall fall.
PersolusI’ve been alone for a very long time. I’m not quite sure who I am – identity is such a fickle thing, especially when you have no one to prove it to. Sometimes I remember things from before the fall. I remember what I’m called – Persolus with a “p” – but I don’t recall ever hearing it spoken. I can remember hands but not faces and lips but not words. All the people disappeared a long time ago.Persolus2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I don’t think it’s a bad thing by any means; the suffocating warmth of other people was replaced with the crisp chill of time spent alone - and that’s how I’ve always preferred it. In my Spartan solitude I’m neither happy nor sad – I simply am. It’s uncomplicated and it’s easy – maybe that’s why I’m so comfortable this way.
I do admit however, that there are days when I’ll look into the sky and wonder if I’m missing something
(17) JackxElsa: EpilogueAfter Pitch had disappeared and the snow had cleared, Jack had decided inspect the state of affairs around the kingdom -- starting with the mountain areas closest to him then going in a circular pattern to cover as much of the kingdom borders as he could, then making his way back to the city proper – to make sure that there were no remnants of snow or ice anywhere. Save for the mountains (that were snowy pretty much all year round) and the Queen’s Ice Palace, the entire land was bathed in light and warmth, feeling as summer should be and the cold touch of winter felt like nothing more than a bad dream.(17) JackxElsa: Epilogue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack smiled as he touched down onto the roof of the palace, watching the citizens skate along the ice of the courtyard. He sat down with his legs crossed at leaned on his staff. He could get used to a sight like this – people enjoying the pleasures of winter in the middle of summer; the smiles on everyone’s faces, young and old alike under the falling snow; and mo
Within Drawers We HideWithin drawers we hide with eyes gleaming like sliver, combinations of flows with fleeces of spells, the children lie sleeping with ears open to slumber, shaded witches we are, always grasping bronzed bells.Within Drawers We Hide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into their meek bodies slither deep do our limbs, crawling within fleshy organs, thus, planting our faults, hear us not scratching further to pierce crimson rivers, dreamless sleepers they are; tendons leak as they waltz.
Through dark grottoes of nameless we grace upon acid, gently padding their bodies with a silicone-like press, it may appear to degrade them, although, not a muscle dare tremble; our work is complete within this dear guest.
Race out of their motionless we do with blue hearts, our symbols burnt neatly with a touch of sugar, to others we soar on wings built gently, into hiding we glide, never once do we shiver.