Rainbow Dash UMVC3 MovesetRainbow Dash UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Series: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
First Appearance: My Little Pony: FIM Episode #1
Voice Actress: Ashleigh Bell
Health: 950,000 HP Points
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 3
Rainbow Dash is a Pegasus from Cloudsdale that claims herself to be the fastest flyer in the world. She can fly as fast as Mach 5 and is a professional when it comes to aerial tricks and acrobatics, especially with her High-speed strut and her most famous move, the Sonic Rainboom. She one day plans to be a part of a pony flight group known as "The Wonderbolts" which are believed to be the best flyers in Equestria.
Assist Alpha: Tornado Spin (Shot, Front)
Assist HC: Rainbow Typhoon
Assist Beta: Rainbow Smasher (Direct, Tilt Up)
Assist HC: Rainbow Typhoon
Assist Gamma: Lightning Drop (Shot, Down)
Assist HC: Rainbow Typhoon
CryingCan I fight for you,my God?!Crying6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can I cry for you?! as my heart hurts as never
Cause my thoughts are nowhere but with You,
Cause I'm no one without You!
Let me serve You,lead me to You!
I've cried all night the day before,and
I'm crying this night too,begging You for forgiveness,
Show mercy on me,my God!
as my body hurts and the pain is terrible
take out the poisonous arrows from me,set me free,Lord!
Let me serve You,let me sing for You through the dark night
so that only You can hear my voice
and like a beautiful shining flower_my song will
Fly to You.
Your innocence is growing in me
God You illuminate my soul!
Oh,my God don't You forgive me? Don't You hear my voice?
Don't You cure the illness of my heart,that
I could pray for You even louder,call YOur name more often!
I'll be able to atone all my sins by walking towards You;
So You, My God,please be My Saviour Forever!
Gunners, Chapter ThreeApril 29, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Three5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hated traveling through the wastes at night.
The sound of my motorbike echoed through the eerie silence of the land, my flickering headlight offering little help of showing the path before me. I did my best to stray from the roads; they were a deathtrap for motorists, especially if one was traveling via highway overpass. People have done what they could to repair the roads, but it was mostly a waste of time.
It didn't matter to me; I hated heights. Anything higher than two stories found me huddling in a corner from fear and nausea, and my home in New York was no different. A few months after my father took in a young boy named Jacob, my biological brother, Harper, took he and I up to the roof of our building. My father found me clutching the crumbled chimney near a pile of that morning's breakfast. I can still remember the terrified look on Jacob's face; he thought he was the one responsible.
Jacob came into our family about three years ago, right after I graduated t
The Last Time I Saw ParisThe Last Time I Saw ParisThe Last Time I Saw Paris4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sounds of gunfire and falling shells had started to fade for the evening, but the line of wounded coming in and going out, either patched as best as they could be or dead, seemed almost endless. The doctor was tired. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his wrist so as not to smear blood across his face and tried to recall the last time he had gotten more then a few forced hours of sleep. He had lost his watch a week ago anyway. It was cold in Russia. He did not like sleeping in the cold; for fear he would not awake in the morning.
One invalid out, another coming in. The two stretcher-bearers brought the wounded man suspended between them over to the doctor.
"Friedrichs..." the doctor barked to the head stretcher-bearer, "put him down, hurry."
The doctor stood poised and waiting as he took up the instrument of his orchestra, a battered pair of tiny forceps. His dark eyes wer
VinegarVinegarVinegar4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly there was a nip and bite of pain at his hand.
He grit his teeth as the blood pounded in his ears and he dropped his blue eyes to his glove. Cut clean through, the worn thin fabric caught on the chicken wire of the trench wall. Dürr had tried to move down the line, as though relocating himself might make the biting cold of the early morning go away. The only good thing about the cold was that the mud did not run like sopping water and had begun to freeze allowing for some solid ground to stand on. Weeks of rain that made the trenches flood and living unbearable, now, thank the Lord, the water was slowly draining away.
Dürr sniffed against the winter and carefully used his other hand to peel back the ragged edge of the glove which was starting to turn red. The open wound cut clean across the palm of his hand. Would this become infected? Had he just condemned himself
Change os Fast, chapter: 6 The inside of the hospital was no better than the parking lot. Bodies were all over the place. At least six hundred were littered in the hallways. As I scrambled for my friends not knowing if they were dead or alive, I noticed that the floor was red and wet. I thought it was odd for a hospital to have blood red tile for the floor. But actually all of the people's blood stained the tile and the original color of white was changed to red.Change os Fast, chapter: 67 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I got more impatient by the second. I didn't know what to do at that point. Then I thought that if I looked from the roof, I could probably spot them. I raced for the roof knocking over anyone and anything in my way.
Looking from the roof was my original plan, but when I got up there I didn't have to search any longer. "Shawn!" as everyone said all at once when they realized it was me. "How did you guys make it?" I wanted to know because not many survive a nuclear blast. "I'm so happy all of you are all right. Did any
Gunners, Chapter TwoApril 27, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Two5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With my eyes peeled to the cracked tile floors, I grudgingly stepped towards a dim room, catching the rhythmic scratching of pen across paper. My heart fell to the bottom of my feet; the vulture was roosting in his nest, waiting to snap at the simplest sign of life passing his doorway. I stopped at the last second, scowling at the rusted nameplate nailed to the wall. Lawrence Fergus McDougal, Chief of Medicine – scribbled beneath, someone wrote 'King of the Grumps', and I couldn't help but grin at the truthful statement. Other names, such as 'British Bore', 'Stubby', and the classic 'Tommy Redcoat' were splashed over with paint or crossed out, but that did little to discourage the anonymous vandals. Gently, I pulled my duster closer to my body and turned.
“Running like a frightened mouse won't do much good for your shoulder, miss Edahsra.”
I shuddered at the scratchy, droll tone sifting down the hallway and pulling at my ears. Dammit, I was so close..
Fathers and SonsFathers and Sons4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death no, no, no A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death no, no, no A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death no, no, no A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death NO, NO, NO!
The screaming woke Bruce up. Sure he was dog tired, but in this house, that was not uncommon, and made no matter. He was already to the room in question when these thoughts surfaced. Speed was his friend, time is enemy. Without hesitation Bruce reached to open the door, but a hand landing on his shoulder ended his single train of thought.
"I've got it Bruce, I'll take care of him," Dick Grayson's blue eyes looked tiredly, but steadily into Bruce's own. Go get some rest they said, lord knows you need it.
"You need to recuperate. Two months off, remember? No debate. You keep this up Dick, and it'll be longer. Your body nee
The Greatest Fic Ever Part 2When we last left off, our fair, beautiful and sassy heroine was slowly dying of un-attention.The Greatest Fic Ever Part 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sociopathic murderer was busy eating his daily brains when a strange and mysterious girl went up to him.
"Soylar, hey Soylar," said she. "It is I, that long ago forgotten childhood friend that also had a troubled life and a dead mother. I also fantasize about blood and eating people and had issues at school and we were married in a past life but some Japanese otaku nerd screwed up the time continuum and now you can't remember-"
"Your brains, I shall eat them," said Soylar most wickedly as he attempted to saw open the top of her head with his middle finger. "Your sue powers will be most delici-oh dear GOD. It tastes like someone put plastic covered glittering shit in my mouth. I've eaten over 50 people and none of them are even vaguely resemble this festering camel vomit. Away with you!"
Soylar then flung her away where she then magically landed in space.
Light.Light.Light.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Georg von Falkenrath
I realized many things about myself as I spent those seemingly endless hours in that 2 foot by 2 foot box. The air was stifling in there and my body threatened, at any moment, to spiral down into chaos. I would panic. Despite the feeling of burning bile running up into my throat from pain, hunger, embarrassment, fear and humiliation, I pressed my palms against the temples of my head and held them there in an iron grasp. It felt as though I was trying to squeeze out the throbbing which thundered around my head. It hurt, my emaciated frame clattered together as I shook with cold. My eyes started to sting, the tears swimming up drove themselves into the black and blue bruising.
My teeth chattered together, the fear blossomed further, deep seated within my bosom, that I would never see the light of day again. I wiped at my eyes furiously. They had been tearing up a lot mor
On Sucking at PoetryIf poetry be the food of life,On Sucking at Poetry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Theft and beggary are rife
If poetry be the food of life.
Without this electric knife
And Shakespeare's goose to carve,
If poetry were the food of life,
EP2 p1: Spammer DowntimeTHE ADVENTURES OF BEN AND SEREN: DETECTIVES FOR HIREEP2 p1: Spammer Downtime8 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
After our last ordeal, Ben and I were kind of worn out, so we headed over to the jazz club for some tunes and a few drinks. Sometimes I wondered about ben, he even spoke in code when we were off duty....
"WHITE PEARLS and water."
Ben wanted whiskey, on the rocks.
"Whisky, on the rocks. And an Apple Juice"
I said to the bartender
Ben and I turned to the musicians and waited for the drinks, Ben said something discreetly in my ear:
"The water here is thin"
I tasted my newly arrived drink, and I agree'd. There was something wrong with the drink. I thought about it, puzzling over the possibilities when my eyes felt droopy. I realized what had been in the drink. Through my hazy consiousness I turned to ben, he was falling asleep too, mumbling to himself.
"Men wearing dresses are dry"
Kroshka Moia, Chapter EightJuly and August rolled past the Kompanie along with the breeze and no sooner did mid-September take their places. The blazing scorn from the sun ceased its attacks on the men save for a couple of days, but ultimately gave in to the fortunate winds. The French countryside remained as breathtaking as ever, immune to the coming seasons.Kroshka Moia, Chapter Eight4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
However, the beauty of the countryside was quickly forgotten. Surprise attacks from the French Resistance rattled the men, whether it was a single gunshot, feigned charges, botched grenades, or even ambushes in the dead of night. The injuries ranged from a mere graze to amputations to severe casualties. A man Meine had known since training, Joseph Pfeiffer, received significant shrapnel to his thigh during an attack in August, tearing the muscles to ribbons and shattering the bone. On the way to the field hospital, the medics were forced to amputate in the vehicle, despite pleads from Joseph to wait. Three days later, Smoke got word that he died fro
Mark of Merlin, PrologueThe piercing cries of the newborn's screams rang into the dark forest, sparking interest to the scurrying mice and the brooding owl perched by the hut. It ascended to the skies above and towards the heavens. The night marked the sign of January's arrival, of when the year would be born anew. The lands had already been cursed with winter's breath, as the trees had turned barren and Britain was flooded in a never-ending sea of white.Mark of Merlin, Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night also marked the bringing of a new soul into the world: a boy. He was only hours old, cradled in the arms of the elderly woman. She did what she could to coo him silent, but it only made him scream louder, tiny fists clenched in frustration. The old woman rubbed her wrinkled thumb down his cheek, silently envying the child's smooth skin while she was doomed to die an ugly hag. How she hated the children... so beautiful... so precious...
A choked groan snapped the elder from her thoughts, turning her head to the pallid young woman sprawled about the
it is not enoughit is not enough just toit is not enough7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
miss you. i have to learn
how to walk again; how to
live without meat and
kissing, how to sleep
shaped like a balled up
fist. it is not enough
just to miss you. i have
to adopt twins in
Africa, name them Lost
and Weird, forget to
feed them. i have to
go to every pet store
in America and rescue
all the seahorses. i have
to tattoo D A R K B I R D
inside my lip and stand
in children's playgrounds
like a broken arm, creaking. it
is not enough just to miss
you. it has to hurt. i
have to write poems
that last forever, interpret
dreams about buildings
burning down, flies who
leave their partners for
sad New York waitresses. i
have to work on my
posture. shave my head, wear
white dresses. i have to
be a chaffinch when i curse
into my fingers. it is not
enough to just miss you. i
have to be a crazy
crocus-woman; my lovely
hand curled close around
your heart, a bud sealed
tightly, tightly, tightly...
Change is Fast, chapter: 8 Hour after went by and for a very long time everyone thought that we were going to be okay. But the truth was we weren't. I called the National Guard, but they said they were held up and would eventually reach us. As I feared, it seemed as if nobody was coming to help us.Change is Fast, chapter: 87 years ago in Teen More Like This
I walked a few miles up the road with Ashley. We were talking about what we would do after everything was back to normal. Even though she was doing most of the talking, I was thinking about what happened to my dad. Actually I didn't really even care. Think about it. It's the government. If you askeed me where he was, I couldn't tell you where I thought he was.
Listening to what Ashley said really calmed me down. I didn't have anything to really say, except that we should have been more prepared for something like this. Apparently she was really trying to state her opinion, because she was waving her arms, shouting, and alot of other things. She was beautiful and I was just a no-good
The old man in the park There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park.The old man in the park2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark.
Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway.
And if you ask him why, this is what he will say:
“I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face.
I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace.
I have love so plenty, and stories to share.
And I live my life without a worry or care.”
His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life.
Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife.
His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey.
But if you ask him, this is what he will say:
“I have seen my share of wonders, my friend
And I will hear the songs in my heart to the end.
So what need have I for these senses, I ask?
If they fail me, my memories shall rise to the task.”
The old dog by his side gives a soft little whine.
Licking his hand as if to tell him it is time.
He smiles and stands, shakes my hand for goodbye.
Then wanders off with a twink
PIE, I want you in meI WANT YOU IN MEPIE, I want you in me8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ENTERING MY BODY
PAIN AND PLEASURE, pie all over me, on my face.
I love you.
Kroshka Moia, Chapter SevenChapter SevenKroshka Moia, Chapter Seven4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three hours had come and gone. The wounded were finally transported away from the town in a long parade of vehicles, and with them left the many recommendations for the Iron Cross. From the distance, scattered civilians watched on as the soldiers took leave of the town, frowns plastered amongst their faces; in less than a day, a town they took years to build and cultivate had become nothing more than a poor man's land. The Opel Blitz, to their chagrin, was damaged in the battle, and while most of the supplies were spared, others were not so lucky. Upon inspection, twelve tents were mangled beyond repair, Meine's and Max's included. For substitution, they were instead given a single blanket.
The unit found shelter among the dense woods, placing the Opel and Kübelwagen a hundred feet from their campsite and slopping together average camouflage upon the patched tarp. Silent, the men set up the tents, taking care to watch for any one glimpse of the French Resistan
My friend MarieI am lucky to have the greatest friend in the world. She has been there for me and I have for me when we need it. I call her my sister and she calls me her brother. That's what everyone knows us as too. We don't have the same blood of the same family, but does that really matter? The only important thing is that we love each other. There have been times where we have gotten into some pretty bad fights. In the end after its all said and done, we make up and hug and forget about it. There have been things that she has done that have made me feel disgusted with her and have almost killed me. I'm not gonna say what some things are, but there are some things I can tell you. I won't say alot just that some of the guys that she dated were a-holes. I'm glad and lucky to have a friend and sister as great as her.My friend Marie7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Change is Fast, chapter: 3 On the desperate drive home the left part of my chest felt like a nail was being shoved from the inside out. It also felt wet and I didn't know why. Every mile we got closer to home the damage got lighter and lighter. When we got to Lewisville it looked like someone lined up at the least, a thousand people and shot them all down like an execution. Then in the mirror I noticed a familiar car (even though it looked like it came out of a demolition derby). It was Juan and Raul!Change is Fast, chapter: 37 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Juan! Over here!" I yelled with a relief. As they stopped and noticed it was me, they got out of Juan's car and ran to me faster than Olympic runners on steroids. "Oh my God am I glad to see you guys," I said. As he sounded in a hurry, Juan said "We have to get going! I got a call from Kayla, and she's in the hospital with about half of our school!" Looking at Juan's Evo I knew he wasn't going to get back home fast enough in that piece of crap. "Hop in my truck. I only have a few