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Hellsing vs The Army of DarknessHellsing vs The Army of Darkness2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Dramatis Personae
Alucard
Ashley J “Ash” Williams
Incognito
Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing
Seras Victoria
Prologue
In South London, there is an organization known as Hellsing that hunts down & kills vampires. They have done so for generations. 30 years ago, Hellsing stopped a Nazi group from World War II known as Millennium, and its vampires. Or so they thought…..
Germany 2030; underground laboratory; 6 months after Alucard returned
We see a large vat, and inside is a gray humanoid. Suddenly, it opens its eyes, and busts out of the tube. A few minutes later, the humanoid stands up, and looks around the whole entire
The Evil Dead Chronicles pt.1The Evil Dead Chronicles - Chapter 01: RegretThe Evil Dead Chronicles pt.13 years ago in Horror More Like This
The night is dark as the moon hides behind the cloud filled sky, it was dead quiet in the forest until an approaching storm reaches the area, thunder booms across the land as the lightning fills the sky with a flash. A lone deer is grazing, the faint sound of buzzing can be heard echoing throughout the woods, the sound gets closer and closer, buzzing and whirring, the deer snaps its head up to the creeping sound, not seeing where the its coming from it turns to continue grazing when suddenly a red chainsaw falls from the sky, tearing right through the deers head and impaling into the blood damp
A History of SRTFA History of SRTFA History of SRTF5 months ago in Comedy More Like This
Today is the 21st of December. A date that will live in infamy. A date when great calamity struck the world and all living beings quavered in horror. Great sages of times long past predicted this event, only to be shouted down by those who arrogantly believed that they couldn’t possibly be right.
On this date, twelve years ago, the prophecy was fulfilled. That someone would create the worst damn excuse of a “child” in any form of fanfiction whatsoever. Today is the day that an eighteen-year-old Christian Weston Chandler, fresh out of his first semester at Piedmont Virginia Community College, thought &ldq
Demon Rumour MillIt is rumoured that the Prime Minister of Hell shares his bed with a Rakshasa.Demon Rumour Mill2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What is a Rakshasa? well ... it is a kind of Demon of Hindu or Buddhist
origin.... although the one in question claims to be from the Mahayana
branch of Buddhism, this originated in India and the Rakshasa in question
does appear somewhat Asian, if only in the way of stylised Asian sculpture,
of course appearances mean nothing when dealing with Rakshasa, they are shape
shifters, masters of illusion, lies and mind altering poisons ...... man
eaters, they call them, yet Lucifuge Rofocale takes one to the bed
chamber... but then we have all heard the rum
Francesco The rough linen and wool warmed his frail, pallid body as he lay stretched out on the makeshift bed in his little church. His eyes, which he kept close, were burning and swollen. Blood still seeped from his open wounds. It was late in the autumn afternoon, leaves falling from the trees in their spectacular array of colors. They were crimson, orange, and saffron like the fine clothes that gay daughters of nobility wore when the summery days had been warm and sweet. Snow would soon fill the valley, and the mountains already wore their white caps of winter. His donkey stood at the foot of the bed, and his dearest friend knelt at his side. He coFrancesco3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Companion to RP PrimerSpecial Topic: Character DeathCompanion to RP Primer3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
All actions have consequences. Sometimes for one's character, those consequences are fatal. In some cases, that's what the players want and everyone is okay with that. However, one has to step lightly. People won't always take kindly someone killing their character because, in essence, you cut them out of all future interactions on that plotline. Thus, it's common courtesy to do something like this:
Player 1 says OOC: Hey, if Jimmy does that to Davie, then Davie will kill him. Are you okay with this?
Player 2 says OOC: No, I don't like that. What if Jimmy does *insert action*?
Player 1 says OOC: Then Davie w
Silent Heart.'Course I've seen fires...Silent Heart.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Real proper fires though, the kind that just eat and eat, blotting out the stars in false choking night.
people all burning, the flesh and fat bubbling and popping in the heat... an' yer got choices... gotta have choices, feed the fire... or jump off the docks...
face the flames and maybe a kind arrow will find you fast... into the water, and maybe the sharks will take pity on you... there's always choices...stand on the dock? the smoke will kill you soon enough.
Till it does you get to watch your Friends and acquaintances... a whole City of life and music and Art... and it's burning...or it's drowning, the str
Straight Jacket ReflectionsANTEROGRADE AMNESIA read the badge pinned to his off white straight jacket, In large, sane, bold print, bellow his name. Lacuna, the words meant little too him as he blinked about the room with a resigned disinterest. Arms pinned behind his back he was strapped to the wall in this bare room, his long legs bound in thick brown leather straps and brass buckles as he inspected his reflection in the wide mirrored wall before him, golden eye's peering from behind a matted curtain of blond hair.Straight Jacket Reflections3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A light flicked on behind the mirror revealing itself to be a window, Lacuna did not react to this... nor the three unknown faces he saw within... but whe
CWCollateral - Jerkop Squad master listA note from Manajerkop: This document contains no CWCollateral spoilers whatsoever. I've compiled this list from my notes on the Finale, and have posted it here as a reference guide to anyone writing a spin-off story or anyone who just wants to know which squads were assigned to which PVCC HQs at the time of the final uprising. I've also listed the Manajerks for each squad, using a name generator to create those who didn't have one yet. Like all CWCollateral reference material, this document will be updated as necessary.CWCollateral - Jerkop Squad master list2 weeks ago in Settings More Like This
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Slumberland squads
The Picklemen - Manajerk: Emily
The Tomgirls - Manajerk: Jackie Romy
The White Medallions - Manajerk: Blanca Weiss
The Honey Badgers - Manajerks: Albert Ledger/Steve Morrison
The Red Devils - Manajerk: Manuel Boddy
The Cashiers - Manajerk: Victor Jackson
The ALBinos - Manajerk: Emilia Maddox
The Spikes of Blue - Manajerk: Ann Nelson
The DevilBears - Manajerk: Dmitry Fedorov
The Pyromaniacs - Manajerk: Enzo Silva
The Chem
PC: A Melody of Beauty"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent." – Victor HugoPC: A Melody of Beauty2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small music studio located in London, home to a group of amateur musicians who dream of making it big with their talents. The studio was divided into several rooms where each musician could practice.
In one of those tiny rooms sat a lone cellist, Lucrell, as he practiced one of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Eyes were closed, his mind was completely focused on the music coming from his cello. Lucrell's imagination played on the image of the bright, white light of the moon as it hung over a grand lake.
For a minute, the cellist stopped to rel
Alexi Jiang WUZ DEDAlexi Jiang was dead.Alexi Jiang WUZ DED2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His heart pumped bright oxygenated blood, his lungs sucked air, his stomach pulped food, going through all the little motions of life that bodies perform, the brain keeping the body politic together without the mind having to even think about it... a perfect facade of life.
But...
Alexi Jiang was dead.
the pulsing of his arteries was simply a habit... much like his addiction to cigarettes...
He didn't need to do it... he could stop any time... but he didn't want to.
Not that he would rot if he ever forgot to feed his organs... he was well past rotting, decay had no footing in his flesh, this body that had stumble
Role-Play Etiquette: A PrimerRoleplaying has all sorts of applications whether it be for therapeutic reasons or just for fun. In addition, roleplaying can heavily parallel theatre in the behavior of people doing it. At many places such as LiveJournal and forums, people are looking for RPing as a way to have a good time with some great people. One of the best parts about RPing is that it works like collaborative writing. For that reason, there are a few things to keep in mind.Role-Play Etiquette: A Primer3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Section 1: You and Your Character
The whole point of RPing is to take on the guise of someone who is not you. Some people even prefer to call the characters "puppets" and "muses" which highlights
Rag DollRag doll, rag doll ... raggy taggy rag doll...Rag Doll3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rumples and ruffles and bits of string...
Funny rag doll! what song do you sing?
So his lifts his patchwork head... the motion all wrong.
And smiles a flashing of seam rippers in gangrene gums...
Come closer, come closer... I will sing you one jingle tingle song!
Flesh crafter sculpts your tender upholstery.
His razor blade fingers caress you to shape...
See the steel of his needle flash ... as he seals your seams with silk...
Tender artist of meat.
Passionate leather worker, part the flesh, a symphony of torn satin.
Surgeons fingers knit together rags and tags, fur and feather, leathe
I'm SorryI'm SorryI'm Sorry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For Not Spending Time With You
Every Waking Moment
While You Were Here
I'm Sorry
For The Memories Untouched
Dusty Old Pictures
Stories That You Held
I'm Sorry
For Muted Tongue, Deafened Ears
Not Missing Sounds Of Home
Until You're Gone
I'm Sorry
All I Could Have Learned From You
Never Took The Time
Knowledge That Is Lost
I'm Sorry
As The Days, They Come And Pass
I was Wrong, Realized
After The Fact
I'm Sorry
Sailor Astera - a haikuShe's a total bitchSailor Astera - a haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She will eat your soul for lunch
She is my baby
Pretty Rave Girl I stepped into the room, soon enveloped, almost chokingly, with darkness. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, bumping into a few people as I staggered more into the darkness of the room, my only clues to their presence being their glowing bands and jewelry and the like. My eyes slowly adjusting to the pitch blackness, I winced when bright lights flashed quickly up high from the ceiling. Loud music began pumping from speakers everywhere, my bones vibrating with the intense bass of the song. The lights flashed and blinked with the beat of the electronic beats of the song, boom boom boom. The glowing people moved along with the beat, myPretty Rave Girl5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Flowers for the fallenFlowers for the fallen5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Flowers for the fallen
For those we left behind
While the departed lost their lives
We only ever lost our minds
Flowers for the fallen
Ashen orchids for the damned
Memories still fading
Like the footprints in the sand
Flowers for the fallen
Can we ever make amends?
We just lost our armies
But the people lost their friends
Flowers fail the fallen
Only comfort the alive
For it’s the flowers for the fallen
That help the memories survive
MisanthropySimply put, I hate humanity.Misanthropy6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Every other animal can work in such a way that they can sustain a healty living. All other beings can co-exist without our interaction. And yet we think we have rights to decide what's better for them.Humanity always wants more, and humanity believes everything is theirs, or within their control. Every problem humanity has, they've caused, and every problem they cause, they solve by causing more. It's an endless cycle....
It's not that i hate everyone individually - I hate humanity as a collective. For all our acheivements, all our efforts, have we found world peace? Have we created any good from our so-called e
Teach Me To LiveTeach Me To Live3 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 you
DayOne day I had a boyfriend, because I thought I loved him.Day2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
One day I had sex with that boyfriend, because I thought I loved him.
One day I realised that my boyfriend was using me, but I stayed, because I thought I loved him.
One day I found I was pregnant and I was happy, because I thought I loved him.
That day my boyfriend left me, and I realised I didn't love him.
That day I realised that, because all the other girls my age had boyfriends, I pretended to love him.
That day I found I liked her because I was gay.
That day I saw that I couldn't say anything because she loved him.
Today I came out of the closet, because I am gay.
Today
Vermin"I wanted to rub the human face in its own vomit and force it to look in the mirror" – J.G. BallardVermin7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like vermin we scutter blindly,
Squealing and scrambling pathetically
To escape the squalor that is our lives.
Humanity is defined by our bestial acts,
And no amount of cosmetics can cover
The corruption of our so-called souls.
It seeps through cracks in the foundation –
Barely visible, but definitely there
Once contaminated, everything else cannot mask.
We are the parasites that suck life
From the innards of God's creatures –
We suck life from earth and from each other –
All the while smiling with civil chilliness
"How do you do
Things Never Spoken Ch9Things Never Spoken Ch93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 9
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
Pretty Wild For a Manchild*This song is rated M for HONEST CONTENT.*Pretty Wild For a Manchild3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Give it to me Megan. JULAYY! JULAYY!
Give it to me Ivy. JULAYY! JULAYY!
Give it to me Kacey. JULAYY! JULAYY!
And all the homos say he's pretty wild
For a manchild.
I NAME IS NOT IAN BRANDON SOMETHING
You know it's kind of stressful
To run CWCville today.
He's really not creative,
But he fakes it anyway.
He plays with children's toys
And he's got a crazy style.
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial!
So mass debate!, Don't get a date!
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
Yeah he wears a bra! Drinks jizz Fanta!
But he's still straight!, But he's still straight!
He's
Sta.sh
