HelHELHel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ungrounded, floating on the whispers of a memory,
Secretly kindling the tantrums of one’s victory.
Faint yet chaotic render of pure rage tapping, striking,
A symphony of fire, a sonata of the land burning.
Hel is thy mistress, ruling the maddening underworld,
Leisure in your rotting vessel, a ritual for the undefeated Gods.
Hel, gazing upon your flesh, your tormented world.
Calling upon thy reclining faith from a river following the odds.
Yet still ungrounded, still balancing on the edge of a ripping tapestry.
An emblazing relic digging in your palm, between blood and atrophy,
Runic treasures and charms hidden under your broken armor,
Hailing her Cimmerian name, at last lifting the valiant Hammer.
MLPFiM: Lingering Shadows ch. 1MLPFiM: Lingering Shadows ch. 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 1: The Prison of Shadows
Long, twisting vines of ivy crept up the side of the observatory tower, one of the few locations in the royal palace that was overgrown. The royal gardeners had barely touched the ivy in the past year or two, at Princess Luna's request. She loved the charm and character the vines added to her tower, and if there were any concerns about the creeping plant breaking down the stone and masonwork, then she would be the one to reinforce the tower with magic. Her elder sister, Princess Celestia, thought the notion a fine one, and nopony else objected.
At that moment, she was finishing the spellwork necessary to weaken the choking vines, and watching as the sun started its slow climb down from its zenith. The day was moving into the afternoon and before long, the afternoon would move into the dusk, and then Luna would raise the moon and begin her official duties as the Princess of the Night. It wasn't easy, becoming reaccust
100 Theme Challenge - 13. Misfortune100 Theme Challenge100 Theme Challenge - 13. Misfortune2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Don could hear the Kraang laser blasters when he was only partway around the building. Casey kept pace with Don as they ran, a hockey stick replacing the bat he’d used earlier. The boy’s mask was pulled down over his face and his entire focus was directed towards the fight.
Rounding a corner of the building, Don saw the door to the loading dock was wide open. Intermittent flashes of pink from the Kraang weapons lit up the dark interior of the warehouse.
Stopping just outside the opening, Don pressed his carapace against the wall and tried to get a look inside. When Casey made as if to pass him, Don swung his arm out and stopped the youth.
“The fight’s in there,” Casey whispered harshly.
“Do you want to outline yourself in the door and give the Kraang a target?” Don asked, pointing at the two nearby street lights. “Hang on.”
Digging a pair of shuriken from his belt, Don let them fly. Both hit
100 Theme Challenge - 36. Precious Treasure100 Theme Challenge - 36. Precious Treasure2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
100 Theme Challenge
36. Precious Treasure
“April, you really don’t have to come all of the way inside with me,” Don said, flushing as he stood in the doorway to his bedroom.
His mind, already overly tired, was making a quick mental inventory of how he’d left his bedroom. It wasn’t as messy as Mikey’s tended to be, but it wasn’t nearly as tidy as he’d want it to be for April’s first time inside.
“Nonsense,” April said in a firm tone. “I said I’d tuck you in and I meant it. I know you Donatello. If I don’t make sure you’re actually in bed, you’ll find some project to work on before you get there.”
“I w . . . won’t,” Don stuttered. “I promise.”
“Stop stalling,” April insisted, planting her hands firmly on his plastron and pushing against him. “Where’s your light switch?”
It wasn’t that April was strong enough to move
100 Theme Challenge - 12. Insanity100 Theme Challenge100 Theme Challenge - 12. Insanity2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Don was happy to discover that Casey wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept of stealth. The boy also either instinctively knew not to follow too closely or he’d learned that from Raph. There would have been nothing worse than having Casey crowding him in the event Don needed to draw his bo staff.
They reached the outside maintenance door at the same moment that Raph’s voice came through their headsets.
“Found the room with the light on,” Raph whispered. “The only thing in here is a floor lamp and some boxes full of jewelry.”
Don and Casey exchanged looks and then Don asked, “What kind of jewelry?”
“I don’t know, some kind of necklace I guess,” Raph answered.
“Grab a couple of them for me,” Don told him.
“This isn’t the time to pick up gifts for your girlfriend,” Raph said caustically.
Don felt his face heat up.
TMNT-RealizationWhy was this happening to her?TMNT-Realization3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hamato Miwa was up late again, staring at the ceiling and pondering recent events...then again...maybe they weren't that recent.
Hadn't she always preferred girl-ier things, ever since she was a little girl? Lace, ribbons, sparkles, makeup, the whole feminine shebang? Should...preferences really be all that different?
Sighing, she rose from bed and slipped out of her room to the kitchen, treading especially lightly when she passed her parent's room. Turning on the light, she approached the coffee maker and decided to get herself a cup of hot tea to calm her nerves.
It had all really started in gym class this year. The seventh grade girls had to change in the locker rooms...and for the first time she got to SEE them...girls that weren't Maggie, that is. She found her heart racing when her friend Robin changed herself and struggled when it came to looking away from all that extra feminine skin. She sighed as the mug in front of her filled.
Wasn't she enough
A Given Gift Peter looked out the window of the Milano, relieved that he finally had a moment to relax. It had been tough, but the universe was finally safe from Ronan the Accuser and it was all thanks to them. Not bad for a group that seemed to hate each other from time to time.A Given Gift1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Peter set the controls on cruise and stood up from his seat, stretching. His stomach grumbled and he began to make his way to kitchen area of the ship, knowing that it should at least should he something eatable somewhere.
As he reached the kitchen he noticed that he wasn’t alone, something that surprised him seeing that it was the middle of the night. Rocket was standing by the sink, located on top of a chair to be able to reach the tap. He was currently filling pot with water.
It was then Peter noticed Groot. The pot was sitting on top of the table, the living tree seeming to be waiting patiently on his friend to fill up the water. The still healing humanoid plant noticed the man in the doo
Finding yourself (Chapter 1)Michelangelo stormed into his room. He was sick of the way his brothers treated him. Michelangelo sat on his floor and pressed his knees to his plastron. He remained in that position all night. No lights, no sound, except for the occasional sob that escaped Michelangelo’s throat. He heard each of his brother’s try to force him out by slamming against his door and yelling for him to come out; Raphael even threatened to go in and take him out by brute force. He had had it with their attitudes and sarcastic comments. He had never truly had their respect. That was all he craved, all he ever wanted. Instead, he was treated as a child. Technically, he was the youngest of the turtle brothers, but he wasn’t that much younger. His brother’s voices echoed in his head…Finding yourself (Chapter 1)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Why don’t you just grow up?”
“Mikey, please, I can’t be bothered by your infantile games right now.”
“We are ninjas, Mikey. And part of being a ninja is bein
Concern: A Harley Quinn Short StoryI worry about her.Concern: A Harley Quinn Short Story3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I worry about her more than I should. I mean, it’s not like I have some sort of maternal instinct still inside of me, my kids left the nest a LONG time ago. But this is a different kind of concern. In which I worry what she’s thinking, how far she could go, if she could harm more than herself. And it’s not a pleasant feeling.
She sits alone in the darkened room, the straight-jacket binding her arms tightly around her waist. Only a single, hardened mattress keeps her company; the officers didn’t want to risk her trying... anything. It would make sense of course, they still need her for questioning about that Hugo Strange fellow, yet I still feel uncertain as to whether it’s crueller to keep her alive or not.
That man, as sick and as demented as that evil WHAM was, was her purpose in life. I think that everyone can admit that they were once head over heels for someone that little bit TOO much. It’s sad really, to see someone so beaut
Encounters: Mikey and the HousewifeEncounters: Mikey and the Housewife3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mikey and the Housewife
"No honey, I am not going to buy that for you," the woman who was blocking the milk cooler said into her pink phone. After a pause, she added, "Because it's too expensive and you have a roomful of things you don't play with now."
Mikey waited patiently for her to finish her conversation or at least move on. He noticed that humans had a tendency to forget there was a whole world of activity going on around them when they started talking on their cell phones. It wasn't as though he could push past her either; drawing any kind of attention to himself was something he'd been trained to avoid since an early age.
Pulling the hood on his sweatshirt further over his head, Mikey pretended to be picking through the apples as he waited for her to move. He hadn't realized that the carton of milk he'd polished off with his cookies was the last one until he'd started looking for more. If Raph got up in the morning and didn't have milk for his cereal, Mikey
I Will Be Your Guardian(Prologue)I Will Be Your Guardian(Prologue)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Prologue-I Will be Your Guardian.
Somewhere at America,at night,after Boogeyman's was defeated.
Jamie was staring at the window. He was staring to the beautiful night. The stars were shining so brightly. He smiled and at the same time,he felt sad. After Boogeyman was defeated during he wanted to spread the nightmare through the whole world,the children returned happy and started to believing the Santa Claus,Tooth Fairy,Easter Bunny,Sandman,and Jack Frost.
As the children happy with the event,only Jamie not happy. He felt sad very much. He such an missing someone. Someone that just inserted the happiness in himself.
"Jack Frost..."A boy around 8 years old mumbled Jack Frost's name. He's Jamie,who really missed him.
The war between Pitch(Boogeyman) and the guardian who were Santa Claus,Tooth Fairy,Sandman,Easter Bunny and Jack Frost were becoming extremely toughed and intensed. The shadow were flew like a huge tsunami.
"Hahaha....You will see,childrens...your nightmare have
A Father's PainA Father's PainA Father's Pain2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had known that Raphael was the vigilante known as 'Night Watcher' long before my sons fight on the rooftop. After Leonardo left, I noticed a change in Raphael. The anger within his soul that I have been trying so hard to help him overcome seemed to have increased over night. I found that, no matter how hard I tried, I could not control him anymore.
Raphael soon stopped listening to everyone, and pushed us all aside. He wouldn't let us talk to him or help him deal with his pain. Instead he became more distant, drawing into himself and away from everyone else. I was afraid that soon there would be nothing left of my son but an empty shell.
I could feel his anger and pain much stronger down. I could feel the guilt and confusion wrestling in his heart and all his rage that, when I looked into his eyes, was all but pouring from his sockets. It pained me to see my son like this. It pained me to look into his tortured eyes, eyes that once had held so much warmth an
TMNT: From the LeaderA/N: From Leo's POV. I tried hard to get is personality. This is supposed to be him being honest with himself about things....yeah.... I will be doing the other as well.TMNT: From the Leader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Growing up I never thought what it really mean to be the oldest of my brothers. When I was very young it was a badge of honor, now it’s more like a burden. Not that I am complaining. It is just that now I have to not only keep myself alive, but my brothers as well. Now more than ever our life is getting tough. We have the added pressure of Shredder, the Kraang, and the Purple Dragons. Everyday is interesting with my brothers. I have to keep them all inline. Each one has their personality.
Raphael is a hothead, Donatello is a brainiac, and Michelangelo is a joker. While we all are family, we are like outcasts.
So as the leader of our little clan it’s my job to well, to lead.
Donatello, is by far the easiest brother to lead. He listens to me and understand what needs to be done. He is an expert with comp
TMNT-TattooTMNT-Tattoo3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
April O'Neil bit her lip as the needle grazed over the sensitive skin of her shoulder blade. Okay, compared to what she had been through, it wasn't that painful, but she still clenched her facial features with the anticipation of pain.
She didn't bother to open her eyes until the needle had been taken away and a gentle hand began to clean the area and place a bandage over the area. The man rested a hand on her other shoulder in a comforting way.
"All done, Miss. Just relax for a few moments before heading home. And don't take off the bandage for a few hours until the ink sets in and the blood dries."
April swallowed shakily and nodded her head. The hand disappeared and she heard heavy footsteps walk away from her. The red head let herself rest before finding the courage to sit up. There was pain in her shoulder blade...but she'd get over it.
The red head, now at the prime age of twenty, swung her legs over the edge of the table she rested on and resisted the urge to rub at her shoulder
You Are NOT A MonsterRocket scratches his ear as he looks down at the piece of metal in his lap.You Are NOT A Monster1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been a battery he had "salvaged" from the ruins of the Warbird.
Had been... but now it could become dozen of things.
If he can focus long enough to do anything with it.
Except that when he tries, all he hears in his head was: "WE are Groot."
"WE are Groot? What the hell?" he mutters.
He had understood what Groot was really saying but the meaning had confused him.
"Goodbye Rocket... I love you."
How could anyone or anything love him?
He is a monster... a freak.
Under his jumpsuit & fur are more scars than he could count, his implants & all of his internal modifications.
His skeleton is entirely cybernetic.
And he is pretty sure some kind of modifications had been made to his brain...
He growls & tugs on his ears, using the pain to drag himself out of his memories.
He is vicious, unstable, prone to fits of rage...
"And a frackin' little monster." he whines.
"I am Groot?" (Rocket?)
TMNT: Dark Donatello's BiographyTMNT: Dark Donatello's Biography2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Dark Donatello is a recurring character is my series, MNT-Kamegatari. His biography is as follows:
When the turtles first sank the Kraang ship (2012 TMNT, Season One, Episode 26: Showdown), they were unaware that the Kraang still lived and functioned. They were in a shock of their lives when the aliens made a stunning comeback, and that they had learned from their mistakes. Instead of merely trying to take the turtles out, they instead opted to see what they could do to make them crumble. Out numbering the turtles, and out gunning them, they succeeded in their plan by capturing Donatello. (MNT-Kamegatari, The Monster Inside, Chapters 4 and 5). After subduing Donatello to various tortures and experiments, the Kraang had collected much data. Donatello fought the entire time, finally escaping from them (MNT-Kamegatari, The Monster Inside, Chapters 6 and 7) and reconnected with his brothers.
The battle was far from over though. After barely being home, Donatello began suffering from seizu
Two HandsPeter sat at the bar, staring at the whiskey before him blankly. He wasn't emotional or in trouble or anything, he was just super tired and not completely sure if he should be drinking if Drax and Rocket were too, they usually needed their fight broken up. Peter looked behind him to see them already arguing about something, it wasn't a fight yet though. Peter sighed and looked back at his drink, he shrugged and downed it before he turned around to watch the guys just in case. Rocket waved Drax off and walked away, stumbling over his own feet. Peter raised a brow, what did Drax say?Two Hands1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You'll never be like us," Drax called after him. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"Damn right!" Rocket called back over his shoulder. "Ya know why? Because there ain't no one like me, 'cept me." Peter frowned at the sad note in Rocket's voice as he opened the door and left the building. Peter looked over at Gamora, who nodded at Drax, indicating that she would keep an eye on him.
College Reunion (Oneshot Fanfic)College ReunionCollege Reunion (Oneshot Fanfic)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
WARNING: some swearing.
It was 15 years ago today that Mike Wazowski went to Monsters University. He and his best friend, James P. Sullivan, were both kicked out of the university after their first years, however. Needless to say, it surprised the green cyclops when he and Sulley, as his friend became nicknamed, received an invitation to a college reunion.
On the way over to the campus, he couldn't resist drifting into thought about all that had happened. His initial rough start with Sulley, getting kicked out of the Scare Program, but probably most significant to him, participating in the Scare Games with the Oozma Kappa fraternity.
Looking around upon arrival, he was surprised to see that he didn't see any Roar Omega Roar members of his time around. Then again, he knew the fates of two of them. Johnny Worthington III had recently been imprisoned for assaulting his manager at Fear Co. Randall Boggs was a different story, one that he wished to forget about in ret
Batman: Feelgood Medicine Chapter 1The man ran through the alleyways of Gotham, panting and sweating. His eyes were wild with fear. His clothes were ripped to shreds. He didn't know what went wrong. A few hours ago, he had been fulfilling his dream of being a playboy. Girls encircling his arms and filling his bed, champagne by the bottle, the best tables...now he was back to being an accountant and the Doctor was coming to get payment for the bill.Batman: Feelgood Medicine Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I know I have a few more tablets!" the man swore, scrambling through his pockets for a bottle, a capsule, a baggie of the drug that made his confident, that opened doors for him. He tripped over a garbage can and fell head over heels and into a wall. The man groaned in agony as he tried to stand.
A soft voice whispered on the wind, "Mr. Kowalski...I've come for payment...."
Kowalski turned, whimpering. He couldn't see anyone. But he knew the voice; the voice of the man who gave him the pills, promising that they and positive thinking would give him his deepest desires. What
Sip.He took another sip of the bottle. Had he been able to see, his vision most likely would have been blurred. That was one perp of being blind, he guessed. He couldn't see the disappointed look of other people.Sip.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
All his life, people had looked up to him. He had to set a good example for his brothers, he had to be the best in the class. He had to be perfect. A perfect leader could not fail his team, his family. It was impossible. He sure screwed that up.
They had depended on him, all of them. And he did do nothing. He did not stop Donatello from leaving, Mikey from turning bitter, Master Splinter from dying, or Raphael from taking away his vision. He failed them.
He lost everything. Yet he plowed on. Like a soldier during battle, he continued with his life. Learned to live with his blindness, and use it as an advantage. He slowly began rebuilding his life. Only for it all to be taken away from him again.
Those children, they were so young, so innocent. They looked up to
I KnowThe sound of the lock clicking, the doorknob turning echoed throughout the silence of the apartment. The slight figure lounging on the bed sat up with a start, a small gasp escaping her lips. Clear blue eyes focused on the front door with hope brimming beneath their surface.I Know5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Puddin'?" she called out quietly. Harleen Quinzel, better known now as Harley Quinn, had been lying in the same spot for a good three hours, waiting. Waiting patiently. Her signature pigtails had long since been let down and her blond hair was in quite a disarray. It was late, but she had been determined not to fall asleep and had instead taken to lounging in her pajamas, watching the clock. Waiting. Until he got home.
Finally, the door swung open to reveal the object of her attention and affection, the Joker.
"Puddin'!" she squealed, leaping off the bed towards him. "You're so late! I was worried! How did it go? I was afraid Bats got you! But I should have known better!"
The Joker sighed loudly and stagger
Chasing the Nightmares Away Rocket woke with a gasp of air, eyes wide with fear. His fur clung tightly to him, thick with sweat. His lungs burned from loss of air and his claws dug tightly into his mattress, piercing the sheets. Tears ran down his cheeks, sinking into his fur.Chasing the Nightmares Away1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He brought his hands to his face and covered his eyes, a broken sob escaping his lips. Every memory from that forsaken place, every moment he had ever felt pain, had all added up in that single night. And what was worse, the fear continued to linger even after he had woken up.
He looked around his room, suddenly feeling trapped. The walls was closing in and the darkness was beginning to consume him, trapping him away from the real world. He wanted to get away, he needed to get away. He had to get somewhere safe.
Rocket leapt from the bed and rushed out into the corridor outside his room, shutting the door behind him with the control panel. He prayed it would keep the darkness away as he rushed down th
How Rocket Got his Name: AUHow Rocket got his NameHow Rocket Got his Name: AU1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Author Notes: This is an Alternate Universe. There's a reason I use the word 'it' a lot in here. It might be just a oneshot, or I might expand on this idea a bit more. Also it's been awhile since I wrote fanfiction...I'm rusty.
Sirens echoed down a blindingly bright hallway. A small furred figure pulled a panel off the wall with one paw while keeping a bundle close to its chest. Cleaver clawed digits pulled out wires and the wires that weren’t pulled were gnawed off with sharp teeth. The lights went out. The creature’s stance changed from upright to down to all four with the exception of the limb keeping the small bundle to its chest. The creature darted off, zipping from one side other, occasionally taking cover. It needed every advantage it could get, as it was about to leave the safety of the darkness. The destination was in a room in another wing of the facility that was on its own power unit.
The bundle started to shift. The furred creatur