Dimitri's ProfileDimitri's Profile5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full name: Kayla Blaisdale
Pronunciation: kay-la blaze-dale
Nickname(s) or Alias: Kay, Goose, Nosebleed, Red / Dimitri, Dimi.
Age: FO3 - 19, FONV - 23.
Birthday: July 13, 2258.
Sexuality: Heterosexual, for the most part.
Nationality: American, with Irish roots.
Religion: Believes in God, but is casually religious at best.
City or town of birth: Vault 101.
Currently lives: Megaton, until 2280. New Vegas.
Languages spoken: English.
Native language: English.
Relationship Status: It's complicated.
Weight: 170 lbs.
Figure/build: Lean and slender, with developed muscles in her arms and legs - her main weapons when no hand held weapon can be acquired.
Hair colour: Burgundy/Dark Red.
Hairstyle: Long(to shoulderblades), mostly un-styled save for trimmed bangs. Worn in a ponytai
FFVII - Tiger, Tiger.Tiger, Tiger.FFVII - Tiger, Tiger.3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Author: The Magic Rat
Warnings: Protective Mommies.
Website – Ex Libris: http://www.winter-wood.net/ex-libris/index.html
Live Journal: http://delaese.livejournal.com/profile
Disclaimer: All Final Fantasy Seven characters, places and situations are the property of Square Soft/Square Enix and are used without permission and without intent of plagiarism or profit. Copyright for all stories and original characters is with the author, and may not be published, copied, distributed or archived without the author's prior written consent.
Summary: Miki brings home a friend from college.
Author’s notes: Just a brain fart that escaped.
"Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"
- William Blake
Morgan Cocker clutched the stack of books he held and swallowed hard, feeling his knees shake. The shadowed thing before him stared out of t
Bobby's Summer JobTitle: Bobby's Sumer Job.Bobby's Summer Job4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Author: The Magic Rat
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Team Fortress 2 or the associated classes but I wish I did. I'd be rich.
Summary: Ever notice how in most 1960's movies there's always that one annoying wide-eyed kid whose only real purpose is to spout vital information at the right time ?
Ten-year-old Bobby Russell stood in the driveway of his parent's newly-built home, clutching a brightly wrapped box, watching in barely-contained excitement as his favourite aunt drove up in her huge blue car. The mighty Pontiac, its hood larger than the kitchen table Bobby ate his dinner at, halted on the asphalt drive, its engine uttering one final growl before falling silent. Then the moment Bobby waited for happened, and his Auntie Hazel stepped out. He ran to her in delight.
"Bobby! Well look at you, you're getting so big!"
"I bought you a present! All on my own! I saved up the money all by mysel
Things Never Spoken Ch9Things Never Spoken Ch95 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As Ichigo stepped onto the porch, wiping the water from his face, another flash of lightning light up the sky behind him. He cursed as Rukia ran up to him, worry in her tired eyes.
"Nothing?" she said with a pout on her lips.
The soaked shinigami shook his head as Ururu walked up and handed him a towel. "Thanks" he uttered, moving to wipe his face.
Rukia frowned and plopped down, facing out toward the storm, "It's nearly morning. It's been three days " She hugged her knees into her chest. She felt horrible. "This is my fault."
Ichigo coughed lightly as he sat beside her, "its not." he said wiping himself down, "Don't worry. We'll find him." He was worried. It's like he'd just vanished. No reiatsu, no nothing. This torrential downpour didn't help the situation either wherever Renji was, he at least hoped the man was dry.
Urahara appeared at her side with his hands resting atop a large umbrella. He looked down at her and she sighed as she stood, taking the yellow pon
Letters from the Ocean of PeaceChapter OneLetters from the Ocean of Peace4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Broken Heart
August 17, 1942
Shouts of pain and agony filled the night in a Japanese military camp on the island of Makin Atoll in the South Pacific. Tyler K. Blaze, a corporal of the 1st Marine Division had just been captured and was now being interrogated by the Japanese inside a Nipa hut near the edge of the camp. A Japanese officer held an Arnis stick stained with the marine's blood. Tyler knelt in the center of the room, all bound up and bleeding severely, panting for breath.
"You think, because you say nothing," said the officer in an oriental English accent. "You are strong?"
The marine looked up and replied, blankly,
"You don't scare me, you Japanese piece of shit!"
Angered by his arrogance, the officer struck the marine hard with the Arnis stick, saying,
"Don't play with me, American! Just tell us what we want to know and you will live!"
Tyler quickly recovered from the strike and panting heavily, he replied,
"Fuck You ."
Hey There Olette Chapter 3Hey There Olette Chapter 3Hey There Olette Chapter 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Olette and Demyx continued on their way. One was wondering really where to place this stray person while the latter looked around curiously. This Twilight Town was very different yet some what the same as his home world. Sure, it had large buildings like The World That Never Was but the color scheme and everything else was way different. His world was dark, like probably night time here. The buildings were black, and the only light was emitting from the glows of street lights. It rained a lot back home and heartless and Nobodies popped up almost everywhere. But now, they seemed to be replaced with a mixture of warm, colors. Instead of the scary dark creatures, there were warm smiles that popped up among the towns people. Though he did receive a few curious looks.
Um right about here, Olette replied, stopping in front of the Usual Place. She couldnt have the teen in her house. And this pret
The Bird Whisperer - Chapter OneThe Bird Whisperer - Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
SWAGGERS THROUGH THE AGES
For decades, many people in Wingstead, the most prestigious city in the British Alterlands, said a lot of bad things about one of its most renowned aristocratic families the Swaggers family. Of course, they said these things behind their backs, because the Swaggers were known to be dangerous people. It was not surprising that they were loathed by many. Some hated them because they envied their wealth and social status. Others disliked them because they'd been swindled by Swaggers on multiple occasions. There were also those who didn't wish to have anything to do with them due to the rather reliable rumors of their affairs in illegal matters and plans to undermine the calm and peaceful (more or less) life in the Alterlands society. But, most of all, the Swaggers were hated because they had Swaggers blood running in their veins.
The Swaggers family line descended from countless generations of no, not aristocrats. They descended
Teach Me To LiveTeach Me To Live5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How many times do you want me to say it?
How many times do you want me to try?
In how many ways do I have to portray it?
What does it take to explain a goodbye?
Play the damn song - "I don't want you, don't need you"
I only love you - what for, I don't know
You're like a kid's book, I easily read you
Only I find the text shallow and slow
How many shots do you have left to slay me?
Just how much more would you like me to cry?
How many more nights will you try to lay me,
Soothe me and tame me, and force me to lie?
I'll send you flowers, I'll keep your heart cancer
I'll even be watching our favorite shows
I will write down both your right and wrong answers
I'll think of you when it's cold and it snows
I'll tell my lovers and haters about you
I'll burn the sunshine, but you'll be my star
I'll never dare to be happy without you...
Is that reward enough, is it by far?
We may be soulmates, but I'm not a mater
Yet even as hater, I don't understand
How you can break hearts and fall asleep later
Leaving the Day BehindLeaving the Day Behind4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leave the day behind
to a night of peaceful sleep
stars will bless your dreams
Loved - TrappedLoved - TrappedLoved - Trapped9 months ago in Drama More Like This
Elsa was trapped. There was no way out. Her eyes searched her bedroom for a way out.
She looked at the fireplace, but that would be messy to climb. Mama would yell at her if she got her dress all dirty.
There was the window even if she was four stories up. She could make an ice slide or something. But she couldn't, not only because people might see, become scared of her and kill her.
The door was locked. From the inside. She had locked it herself. Elsa was trapped and she wouldn't trade it for anything.
She was trapped because it was Anna's birthday and Anna was right outside the door yammering on about everything and anything no matter how trivial.
Elsa couldn't leave. Anna's voice was a stronger bond than rope or steel. So Elsa sat against the door and listened to the best little sister ever talk about the paintings in the gallery. Elsa was a little worried that the paintings were talking back to Anna. Poor Anna was so lonely. Elsa didn
ChaosChaos4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the Queen of chaos
frays, rents, rips, eliminates
a complex decay
The Bird Whisperer - IntroductionThe Bird Whisperer - Introduction3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
INTRODUCTION (FOR WANT OF A BETTER WORD)
Milo Swaggers was having a really bad day. One of the many for every true descendant of the Swaggers bloodline. Bad days ran in the family for decades. This one, however, was the worst one yet. The good news was that it was going to be the last day of his life.
He was standing shaken atop the Tower of Metaphysical Research preparing to kill himself. Correction trying to pluck up the courage to kill himself. He weakly estimated it'd probably be a rather cowardly suicide. Not that he was capable of any other. Normally, no members of the Swaggers family ever used lines beginning with "I would rather die than " No matter what the cost, his ancestors would rather live. But Milo had too many problems on his shoulders, problems that threatened the lives of too many people he loved, and as much as he hated the idea of dying, it was the only way to fix all of these problems at once.
Milo swallowed hard. If he jumped, he'd plunge over