Courage the Cowardly Dog Jr.Courage the Cowardly Dog JR.Courage the Cowardly Dog Jr.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: The New Generation
We interrupt this program to bring you...Courage the Cowardly Dog Junior, starring Courage Jr., the son of Courage! Born in a puppy farm, he was raised by Edna, who lives in the City of Somewhere with her brother, Eric. But creepy stuff happens in Somewhere. It's up to Courage Jr. to live up to his father's name and save his new home!
(The Middle of Nowhere)
7 years have passed since the passing of Muriel and Eustace Bagge but that's not important... yet! A local neighboring Puppy Farm is preparing for a special event, one of the dogs in that farm is in labor and through hours of endurance. The mother dog has given birth to 4 puppies. The owner of the farm then sees this and says while petting his dog,
"Well little lady, looks like you got yourself some young'uns. Hmmm... that one puppy of yours resembles the dog from the Bagge Farm who screamed alot. Yeah he lived next door back when it was still in busine
Sollux.x.Eridan: The Silence of a Dark RoomMasked in the shadows of the dimly lit room, arms draped around one another, steady, silent breaths drawn in and out, the sounds that completely countered the actions before the calm. Neither one of them had ever wished to be together, loathing each other like their lives were depending on that one extreme amount of hatred. What had been hatred morphed into a vicious attraction, a mix of clawing at one another's sides as they allowed their fangs to clash, sputtering insults like toxic pet names.Sollux.x.Eridan: The Silence of a Dark Room4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But even yet, the relationship had still changed, becoming less violent, and maybe more passionate, to say the least. There were still the moments where a fang would slip and possibly graze the other's lip, but neither would care. That was just a common thing for them, a little bit of blood didn't faze them, it was just how they knew how to love. Even in the silence, one would awaken just to cautiously watch over the other, dark amethyst eyes watching intently as their owner pulled the smaller,
prince of tight pantsIt was really fucking late. Too late for his bullshit. Toes curling up in his mismatched socks, Sollux felt his stubby, warm fingers being clasped by long, cool fingers. Fingers that belonged to Eridan Ampora, Prince of Douchebags or Hope or tight pants or something. Just as I was about to fucking fall asleep, of fucking course, he thought, opening his mismatched eyes. Before him laid Eridan, his eyes closed, breathing even. Was he fucking asleep? He began to wiggle his hand out of the other guy’s, but the kid had a steel (ironic, because his fucking fingers were clad in almost 100% gold) grip. He opened his mouth, hoping to whisper just enough expletives to wake the shitty hipster up long enough for him to yank his hand away and make a show of Sollux “moowin too fast im not ready for this kinda commitment”. Eridan squeezed his hand, hard, opening his eyes. He drew his other hand up out of the covers, pressing a single finger against his mouth.prince of tight pants3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sollux ground his
Connor: The Stuff of LifeHe walked right into it. He grunted, confronted with five men. They were a hard faced sort, smudged skin and clothes. Their chins had not seen a razor in weeks, probably. Not that he was worried about their appearance. At least not in the hygienic sense. It was what they held in their hands that drew his attention. Pistols. Swords. One of them had a rifle but no bayonet. The long barrel was pointed at his chest.Connor: The Stuff of Life3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With his feet in a wide stance, Connor stood, assessing. Retreat was still possible. He did not sense anything behind his back. He had never been one to fall back, however. Not from battle. Threats did not frighten him.
"And just where do you think you are going, friend?" one of the cutthroats asked, his dark eyes glinting dangerously.
Connor did not answer, just fixed him with a long hard stare. He held his hands carefully away from his weapons. Perhaps this was a mistake, possibly it was not him they really were waiting for. But then, he'd never believed in coincidence. There
Violento. EziLeoCanvases toppled, tore and were reduced to ruin as Ezio pushed his way through the display of art, avoiding the horde of guards that had been alerted to his presence only moments ago. His target lay dying on the floor, blood pooling from the single stab wound from the assassin's newly developed blade, his eyes glazing over as the hand clutching the wound slumped to the floor. Screams of terror rang throughout the area as women sheltered their children and husbands their wives, he could hear the metallic clangs of swords hitting the concreted walls of the narrow passageway that their chase had taken a turn down. The wind blew hard against him, his hood flying back over his shoulders as he hurtled through a group of civilians blocking the arched doorway, crashing to the ground before scrambling to his feet haphazardly; all too aware of how close the guards seemed to be closing the distance between them.Violento. EziLeo6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"There he is, don't let him get away, I want him dead!" he heard the bellowing voice
FAQ on Muscle WomenWhy do you like muscle women?FAQ on Muscle Women8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Because we find them sexy! Each fan will give you a slightly different answer, but that's the general idea. In the same way that the media tries to convince us that slim women are sexy, and history tells us that fat women were sexy.
Besides that, some fans find muscular women exotic, especially as a warrior-type character.
Aren't they guys with boobs?
It's about how you choose to see it. Muscular women are still very female in behaviour and personality. Women are inwardly strong by nature and constitution (they gotta be for childbearing and raising a family), and muscles are an outward expression of that. Some prefer more muscles, some prefer less, but like the rush that She-Hulk feels as she transforms into a muscle goddess, muscle fans enjoy the feeling of that exhilaration.
Amazons seem mythical to us, because history often prefers to forget about strong and powerful women. Yet such women have always been a part of human civilisation, and
EzioxLeonardo 'HEART/LET LOVE IN' Chapter 1It was a warm, sunny Roma afternoon - well, rather on the hot side actually - but the sun beating down upon the crowded streets below was made mercifully bearable by an occasional cool breeze swept in from the sea.EzioxLeonardo 'HEART/LET LOVE IN' Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Leonardo da Vinci walked those streets on that very afternoon, red beret in one hand and fanning himself as he went. Perhaps it was folly for a man of such fair complexion to be outside at a time such as this; but these moments of freedom were rare in his current situation and heatwave or not, the heavy heart he’d carried for the past few weeks was feeling somewhat lighter by even this simple act.
Of course, that wasn't to say that Leonardo's surroundings were precisely the most ideal for his creative mind; the current state of suppression under the Borgia had long taken its' toll on the populace and was known to Leonardo even in his highly closeted state. These people of Roma were truly a dismal lot; and with no work, no hope to be had, it was little wonder.
The 20 most used RPG clichesThe 20 most used RPG cliches11 years ago in Humor More Like This
The 20 most used RPG clichés.
1. The main character will often find themselves in a new world, with little grasp on what is going on.
2. No matter what the story, the world will always be in peril by the end.
3. Ancient prophecies always come true.
4. The main guy and girl will always get together by the end.
5. One of your party will be sulky, and be shrouded in mystery.
6. They will spend the entire story going '…'.
7. One of your party will be older than the main character.
8. The mage will be female.
9. The swordsman will be male.
10. One of your party will probably die/not be real.
11. Townspeople will let you wander into their houses.
12. Your party will be rebelling against royalty or a large organisation.
13. Items that seem completely random and useless will be incredibly important later on.
14. Houses are always unlocked.
15. An authority figure that seems good at the beginning will be evil by the end.
16. Unusual items such as treasure chests and pots can readily
Connor: Of Heart and SoulHis breath rattled in his throat. His father held him easily by the front of his torn bloodied robes. They were soaked in thick dark blood that gently seeped from the gunshot wound to his side and sword cut to his chest. His body was a ruin of bruises and injuries and scars. He had not seen thirty summers – and now it appeared would not see any more.Connor: Of Heart and Soul3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“The Assassins are finished,” Haytham hissed, shaking him and then letting him go. Connor crumpled bonelessly to the ground, his cheek pressed against the cool earth. He could not move. Did not want to move. Had no will. No strength to defend himself when his father’s boot kicked him over onto his side. The bitterness of defeat, of his immanent death, roiled in his mouth mixed with the blood that he could no longer summon energy to spit. It simply slid from the corner of his closed mouth in a red rivulet, slow like lava down a volcano. Haytham’s hand on his gasping chest was a distant, disembodied sensation.
Red :Ezio x Leo oneshot:Blue eyes grazed over the restaurant that the two of them were in, sighing softly as he awaited for the women to return. These women were an idea of the others who thought he needed to try and get out a little more. That, and to get laid. His friend was always the headstrong type who would rather spend his money on women and drinks rather than the normal things such as finding a place to live on his own or attending school. It was why the two of them shared an apartment, after all. They had been friends since grade school which was why he bothered dealing with the other for so long. But of course, there was another reason.Red :Ezio x Leo oneshot:4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And it was that reason alone that he despised this evening more than most. He would often see his friend leaving with a female for the evening or hear them if he decided to bring her home on the rare occasion, but watching him openly flirt and touch her body was just revolting. Of course, the female he was with would lean against him and try to act as her friend was.
Roses Are Red part 9 -EriSol-Eridan froze. "You heard that?"Roses Are Red part 9 -EriSol-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"yeah, but diid you mean iit?"
"Yeah, I meant it. Look I knoww it's a human emotion and wwe arn't human but my feelings for you excede pity. It's not like
I expect you to say it back or anythin. I'm okay wwith that."
The same look Sollux saw eairlier reappeared on the highbloods face, making him feel bad for bringing it back up.
Eridan sat on the floor, pulling his cape tightly around him, almost as if he were trying to hide behind it. He almost
looked like he was going to cry. This made Sollux feel worse. He knelt down beside him.
He looked up, no longer attempting to smile. "I'm tryin not to be emotional Sol. I'm sorry."
"Eridan..." he whispered wrapping his arms around him and leaning his head against his shoulder. "Ii love you to..."
"Wwhat? You do?"
Sollux nodded, crawling into his lap and snuggling against his neck, placing light kisses over his collor bone.
"Do you really mean that or are you just sayin it?"
"No, Ii mean iit. Whiile you
BDSMPressed roses and carnations inside brown leather booksBDSM4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Write to me in black wet ink so your words may last
In restless ignorance I soon found myself, exhausted and shook
Bruises don't linger to my skin but old bones will always crack
It's a fresh kind of thrill to do just what you simply shouldn't
Who knows what suspends the ceiling with all that it lacks
No pillars, nor walls, and to imagine it, well, you couldn't
But this is it, hail on skin, and frost in lungs, then into the floor you smack
And the gale of the moment leads you in to a calming decent
So let's try and not let this wither away and lets never holdback
I'll listen to that beautiful voice and taste the smoke on your tongue
While the October moon travels across the sky so steady and black
I'll remember this time when we were happy and young
Altair: Eagle's Soul2Masyaf, Summer 1188 CEAltair: Eagle's Soul27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The comb went through the dark brown hair, along the shimmering shine the tresses had in the midday light. The hair was smooth and long, a little curled from the braid it was worn in often. There was a measured pace to the movement of the comb through the womans hair. The quiet almost sibilant hiss of the hair parting as the combs teeth untangled its length. The arm wielding the comb was strong and muscled using the instruments of war and womanly arts with equal ease. The face in the polished bronze mirror before her was distorted but she did not need to see herself to know that shed been changed.
Change was her very nature, she knew. She had started out as a slave, sold as a child to a man who set her to wait on his wife. She had grown up there under his wifes kindly guidance. She had been more like a daughter than a servant. She never remembered her parents all she knew was that her name was her grandmothers and shed n
When true love dies...I told myself I was gonna do it rightWhen true love dies...8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if I could just have you in my life again.
But I was wrong, you broke my heart
just like you did back then.
I thought second chances meant
to start over new and get things right.
Now I know thats a bunch of bullshit,
you only go through the same pain twice.
I shouldnt have let you wander
and let your love go astray.
All the freedom that I gave you
only made you go away.
I trusted that you would stay loyal,
you told me that youd always be honest.
Well, we can see how well that worked out
you went and broke your promise.
Dont you say that I didnt care
because I gave you room to breathe.
I only let you do what you want
because I didnt want you to leave.
All I ever wanted
was a little bit of your time.
You barely gave me any,
but I gave you all of mine.
Its the little things that matter;
thats what we used to promise each other.
But now youve gone and let me down
to share that promise
Dr. Smiley X Reader Part 2study your buddy, it heals your feelsDr. Smiley X Reader Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dr. Smiley X Reader
Holy Merry-go-round on a cocaine miracle whip roller coaster! WHERE THE HELL AM I, you thought. Damn your thoughts are loud. You looked down at your ankles and wrists, which had been strapped to a cold, metal table. FUCK. Okay, calm down, (Y/N). It's just some weird and extremely realistic lucid dream. Your probably sleep walking around you house again...probably at the time where you open the fridge, eating all of Celes's food. No. she would have hit you in the back of your head already...you were probably just roaming around...hopefully. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm yourself down. When you opened them back up, a familiar masked face appeared...like...three inches away from your nose.
"I figured you were away," he claimed, "no sleeping female breathes THAT deep in their sleep."
You hit your head on the table, attempting to create more distance between the two of you. Was that pain
Ezio x Leo oneshotThe nights in Venice were usually unforgiving, but they were only that much worse when the weather became dull. The skies had been crying for hours on end, taking the life away from the day that had previously passed, giving way to the dark and dangerous night. In this weather though, most people preferred to stay indoors, if they had a place to seek refuge. The tears of angels slid down upon the tiled rooftops, drenching the archers that were unfortunate enough to have been told to stay where they had been assigned, which also limited their vision of the world around.Ezio x Leo oneshot4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Some were sparred in this dreary weather, while others were met with a grim fate handed to them by the Angel of Death, clad in white and red robes with the use of strip of beautifully-etched metal in the form of a blade. The dampened lips of the angel fell into a frown, trying to peer out from beneath his robes and take a view of his surroundings. He wasn't too far now from the man whose life was his, though he had yet t
LonleyI am lonleyLonley7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Scared to find out
What i might become
With all my problems
People keep telling me
"Everybody makes mistakes"
But i make to many of them
My life is one big problem
That is filling up with mistakes
Ready to burst like a balloon
When that day comes
It will be my finish point
LonleyI feel lonley,Lonley10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone and hopless.
No one is around,
No one is here.
I feel cold,
Out of place,
Aloof to the world.
I feel that no one cares,
Maby i should go,
Maby i shoule leave myself,
Alone in the dark,
With no one around.
With spiders and insects,
With nothing but the moonlight,
Shinning through the tiny window.
With this feeling of lonleyness,
BDSM?BDSM; four simple letters with a truly eminent stigma attached to them. The connotation does not come from its innocuous uses – such as the Burrenton District Sailing Manifold - but the acronym for 'bondage & domination,' and 'sadism and masochism.' Yes, this refers to more than just chaining a stranger to a wall and flogging them with a cat-o'-nine-tails – it is an all-encompassing spectrum of often-erotic activities. Tying up your partner during intercourse, erotically roleplaying, even, to a degree, teasing each other are all elements of BDSM – but the one omnipresent and critical element is the concept of partners taking on complementary but unequal roles. BDSM is more than seeing a woman carry around a 'man-slave' on Law & Order – it is a widespread sub-culture and lifestyle. BDSM is much less 'deviant' than one would assume; in fact, many participate in BDSM activities without ever knowing it.BDSM?6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
One person (the "submissive") agr
A Believer's Guide To AtheismA Believer's Guide to Atheism (by an ex-believer now atheist).A Believer's Guide To Atheism2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So you, our amazing religious protagonist, have recently uncovered that the person currently talking to you is an atheist. How, that depends. Maybe he or she rejected a religious gesture from you. Maybe it came up by an offhand remark. Maybe that person is very much involved with the public image of atheism. Who knows? Either way, it's out. So you either don't care and move on or, as we will discuss here, you feel it's essential to talk about it.
So before you do, stop. Take a deep breath. Let any kind of shock you may feel subside a little. Take a look at that person. Provided they weren't assholes to begin with, they'll still be nice to you. Provided you aren't at a Halloween party or under the influence of mind-altering substances, they probably haven't grown a set of horns and a pointy tail. They're just people and the majority is open for any discussion about their lack of belief. Yet that also means they can ge
This GirlYou see this girl, shes not uniqueThis Girl8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Neither a goddess, nor a freak
Two brown eyes, simple hair
Nope, nothing special there
Yes, thats right, shes ordinary
Whats great about her is imaginary
Indeed, what a wonderful imagination
This girls world is her own creation.
You look through the window, what do you see?
The sky, the street, maybe a tree
She looks through the window, what does she see?
A dragon, an angel, a princess or three.
She will fight all evil during math class
She will search for poison in every glass
She will dance to the music in her ears
She will believe everything magical she hears
And when shes alone she dreams best
Only of love, forgetting the rest
She dreams of walking with a prince in the park
A prince that will keep her safe in the dark
She dreams of that boy with the gentle words
A boy that will be with her in every of her worlds
A boy that will show her love can be true
A boy And that boy is you
You are poisonin