The Sun Thief (redone)
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The Sun Thief (redone)
Long ago, before humans walked the earth there was a evil creature with beautiful pearly skin. This creature loved its own beauty more than anything else in the world and constantly worried about its looks. It was full of never ending greed and envy, and so it stole countless amounts of gems, jewels, and diamonds to decorate itself with, but no matter how many it stole it always wanted more and more.
After many years of watching the sun rise and set the creature became envious and angry that it did now own such a beautiful object. The sun shined more brilliantly than any gem or diamond the creature had ever seen, so he grew more and more greedy. He believed that the sun should belong to him and that no other should be able to gaze upon its beauty but him! The creature decided he would steal the sun from the sky and all the animals of the world to keep for himself.
At night, when the moon shined bright and the sun rested, the creature made a deal with the moon. He told it to stay set fo
Shatter Me- Ch 10
I was stunned. "Wh... What...?"
"Will you go to the ball with me?" he repeated.
I stared at the rose in his hand. It was a really pretty shade of pink and it had a pleasant scent. Then I looked back at Sonic, who was looking anxious again. "I... um... wow. You really caught me off guard."
I took in a deep breath and smiled. "No one's ever asked me before... I'm flattered."
"Never?" he asked.
"Nope. I usually go with the gang anyway," I explained.
"Oh." He looked crestfallen. "I see."
He started to turn away. Realizing what my response sound like, I grabbed his arm. "Wait!"
He stopped and looked at me. "Yeah?"
"I didn't mean... oh, never mind. I'd love to go with you!" I beamed.
A huge grin blossomed on his face. "Really?!"
I nodded eagerly. He let out a "WOOHOO!" of excitement and then gave me the rose. I twirled it between my fingers and inhaled its sweet scent. Sonic looked really happy and relieved. "I'm glad you said yes, Robyn."
"You looked really pa
Sonic and Elythia stared at each other with wide eyes. The shriek had been awfully close to Elythia’s window. The lynx immediately got out of bed and went over to her closet. She grabbed a flashlight out of a box and walked over to the window. Looking outside, she let out a frightened scream.
The village was on fire.
She stumbled back in horror. "S... Sonic...!"
He rushed over and his eyes widened when he saw the flames. "What the!?"
The two of them ran downstairs and out the front door. A flaming sight met their eyes. It seemed like every inch of the village was covered in bright orange flames. Screams of the dying filled the air. Buildings were collapsing one by one.
"Elythia, see if you can find anyone who needs help. I'll put out the fire," Sonic ordered.
Before she could say a word, he ran off. She sighed softly and started looking around frantically for survivors. She searched every corner of the village, leaving no stone unturned, while Sonic put
The Dark Secret: Ch 3
Riding in a police car was very nerve-wracking. Every time I tried to ask Lorenzo a question, he would ignore me. He was very focused on getting to the station. His police radio chirped several times asking for backup and other officers would respond almost immediately. To keep the edge off, I called Mark anyway and told him what was going on. Going into lawyer mode, he told me not to say anything until he got there.
Half an hour after that call, I was sitting in the interrogation room. Lorenzo was outside somewhere preparing to ask me whatever he needed to ask me about my brother. I glanced around the small room and caught my reflection in the one-way window. I looked like hell- my clothes were rumpled and my hair was in disarray. I tried combing my hair with my fingers but that didn't seem to help much. My hair had a mind of its own.
Finally the door opened and Mark nearly stormed in with Lorenzo behind him. "If you're not going to charge her with anything,
"BARRY! Slow down!"
"What's the matter, Braelyn? Can't keep up?"
"Why do you think I'm asking you to slow down?"
Barry Allen laughed and skidded to a stop. He turned around and saw a familiar blonde figure jumping from tree to tree. As she got closer, her hands glowed faintly and several nearby tree branches stretched up to her. She jumped on top of one and rode it down to the ground. Barry watched in awe as the branches returned to normal.
"Well, there's one difference between you and Oliver," he said.
Braelyn smiled and brushed several strands of hair away from her face. "I'm not as scowl-y as he is either."
"Very true!" Barry chuckled.
The two began walking further into the forest. Braelyn glanced at Barry for a few seconds and then looked back to the scenery. "So what's up?"
"Not much. I just figured I'd hang out with you today," Barry answered.
As they walked, Barry's eyes drifted to the silver ring on Braelyn's left hand. The sapphire stone set in it gleamed brightly. "
Lost Together (RanmaXRyoga)(Alternate Universe)Ranma was not having a good day, having walked for hours without stopping to rest or eat was bad already, doing so in her girl form while carrying a backpack full of camping gear -with no food in it we must add- only made it worse. The only positive she could think about was the fact they were finally leaving Jusenkyo, and that the guide had offered to buy them boat tickets back to Japan as compensation for not being able to find the cursed spring that would cure them.
The one thing Ranma couldn't really understand was Genma's urgency to return to Japan; all the old man had revealed was that a friend of his was ready to give him something, and that it was very valuable, a property of some sorts, it seemed. The young Saotome had figured they could sell it and use some of the money to return later for a cure and besides, it wasn't as if the curse was deadly or anything, and Ranma knew he -or rather she at the moment- could deal with it for a couple of extra months.
She still was pretty h
An Admirals Last Day
Thomas stood frozen, shocked with fear thinking at speeds that he couldn't even process. His thoughts racing repeatedly through his mind as podracers do around a track. Thomas realized for the first time that his time has come; he was going to die. Thomas was on the bridge of his Star Destroyer looking out through its perfectly transparent windows watching identical Star Destroyers explode or implode while hearing the screams of their captains from the comms station nearby. TIE fighters were everywhere, hundreds of them were deployed into combat. Unfortunately, the rebels had hundreds of their X-wing fighters which easily outmatched the TIE fighters. This paved the way for their Y-bombers which swiftly overwhelmed the Star Destroyers. s Thomas stood frozen in shock as he heard a faint voice grow louder and louder filled with fear as it approached him. This had Thomas dazed until he was violently shoved back into reality. He reflexively turned around unholstering his blaster pistol brin
A Journey Through War
War, such a minuscule word that has claimed a monstrous amount of lives. It's an interesting little word that engulfs your mind as you think more about it as your thoughts delve deeper and deeper into the exhilarating skirmishes brave soldiers fought to give what you have today. War fortunately has to be carefully crafted like an exquisite painting; generals are the talented artists, the battlefield is the canvas, soldiers are the graceful brushes, gushing blood is the paint, and death is the admirer of these grand works. The dark hidden shadow that hides in plain sight following all to their eventual demise requests these grand creations for himself by corrupting the thoughts of those in great power, convincing the good to do bad and the bad to lay down their fist. Once he starts his work, even the calmest, peaceful nobles become hotheaded, warmongering, behemoths relentlessly obliterating all in their path to fill their new thirst that death admitted to them.
Chat, The Jewel Thief: Prologue An annoying noise woke me up, making me groan. I extended my hand to stop the alarm of my phone, before going back to sleep. I woke up again twenty minutes later with a horrible thought...
“I'm late !”
I jumped off my bed and raced to the bathroom where I took a quick shower.
I then got dressed in my usual suit, only to realize my tie was missing.
After looking everywhere, and loosing more time than needed, I decided to go without it. No time for a coffee now...I guess I'll have to take it at work. Not that it doesn't taste bad there, but it doesn't taste good either, it taste like...coffee. A bit. With a lot of sugars it should suffice. I suddenly facepalmed: my tie was on the couch where I left it yesterday !
I got out of my bedroom to where it was, and groaned when I saw it was at the exact same place. I took a glance at the clock of the living room. 7:44, I had to be at work at 8:00. Oh no. Not again ! I grabbed a toast bread from the open kitchen and ran to the d
Nukid101's Top 10 Games Of 2016: 10 - 6
Yea, I know. Look I've been busy this year. It just felt wrong NOT to do one of these lists.
So yea, my 10 favourite games of 2016. Normal rules apply: my own opinion, rated by how much I liked them, yada yada yada. Also I want to give a special game to DisHonored 2; a game that didn't make this list but I still managed to really enjoy. Also before anyone asks I have still yet to play Pokemon: Sun or Moon or Watch Dogs 2, so that's why they're not on this list. A good friend of mine also suggested a game called VA-11 Hall-A: Cyberpunk Bartender Action, so I hope to give that a try sometime.
With that nonsense out of the way, let's begin!
Nukid101's Top 10 Games Of 2016
10) Telltales Batman
It's becoming almost a tradition now for a Telltale game to make this list. What can I say? I'm really into the stories they create and their loving dedication to recreating the feel of the story they're adapting. Telltale Batm
Sailor Moon Crystal Season 3 ReviewSailor Crystal finished it's third season and I am posting a review long after it ended. But hey it's the the thought that counts, right?
For starters I welcome the improved animation. I wasn't as bothered by most people by the first two season but I am glad to see the CGI transformations replaced with more traditional images. Now the transformations are much more of a sight to see, which is good since Sailor Moon turning into Super Sailor Moon was awe inspiring moment in the manga and I'm glad to it is here as well.
The visuals as worked wonders for the Death Busters. I watched the original anime first and when I read the manga I was disappointed to see how the otherworldly monsters got turned into these doll like designs. The manga's art made the Daimons like heaps of flesh so I felt a bit disappointed to see the designs go with this purple "made of darkness" look that Toei used with Pretty Cure. But they still like the nightmarish otherworldly monsters they were in the original mang
Ranking The Marvel/Netflix Shows
With the release of Iron Fist the team up between Marvel and Netflix has finally made it to the big one. It was 2013 when it was first announced that Marvel and Netflix would work together to create TV shows based around four Marvel superheroes: Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage & Iron Fist, before concluding with what would be their team up series, The Defenders.
From the get-go it was a fantastic premise. Four street level superheroes depicting a grittier and darker side to the MCU that we've not seen much of with the films. The heroes of these series weren't saving the world every day, they were either taking on street level villains or dealing with their own demons. The shows have straddled the line of being more grounded than their film counterparts but still able to have Ninjas and men with superpowers regardless.
However, now that all four of the Defenders have had at least one season dedicated to them...I can safely that I've enjoyed the 'idea' of these shows a lot more than
Ranking The DC Rebirth Comics of 2016: 10 - 1
10) Justice League
Being the big team-up comic it’s fitting that the comic starts out big and with the stakes arguably higher than any other comic. From chapter 1 we see the League facing off against an alien invasion that brings both the League and the entire world almost brought to its knees. It makes for a riveting if not very character focused story. They do question whether they can trust the new Superman in the opening chapter, but after that it never really comes up much.
This changes in the second arc which is a direct follow-up to the previous arc, dealing with the death of a civilian during the invasion and the unintentional ramifications that come about it, which involves the entire League Watchtower getting hacked and multiples villains being set upon them. The set-up is as crazy as a comic book can get, but seeing the League deal with such ramifications was definitely interesting.
It is ultimately the big team up comic and you get a lot of what you
Silent Hill: Fateful Dreams. Chapter 9What’s happening? Am I still sleeping?
Linda felt herself being in such a state when she wasn’t in a deep sleep yet, but not awake either, like something in the middle. It was nothing but darkness surrounding her, but she could hear distant voices whispering something unclear and her body felt every touch. She felt like someone was holding her in his arms, but all body ached, like after a serious fight a few moments ago. A large hand caressed her face and head gently, and Linda could feel that it had a glove on. The touch was so soft, so gentle that Linda felt herself falling into a deep, blissful oblivion. Before slumber enveloped her, she heard a faint voice practically at her ear:
“Linda… wake up…”
“Huh… what…” Linda could barely murmur a few incoherent words.
“Open your eyes…”
There it was again. The voice sounded female. No, it’s more like a voice of a child. Linda slowly turned her head on
Homecoming Ch. 3Both Stan and Ford had knowledge of how to get around Gravity Falls without being detected, it took a while but they finally managed to make it back to the Mystery Shack. Mabel was starting to stir in Stan’s arms; Stan sighed and laid her down on the couch, while Ford got some rope.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” Stan demanded.
“Well she may not entirely remember who she is, as sad is it to say, we may need to keep her from running away while we try to remind her, I’m sure once she remembers she will forgive us” Ford said, Stan didn’t like the idea, but Ford was usually right about these sorts of things, so he let him tie Mabel’s wrists together and her feet to the leg of the couch.
After a few minutes Mabel eventually awoke with a loud “GAHHH!” she of course panicked and flailed about, trying to undo her bindings. “Mabel, calm down” Stan said softly. “What do you want from me?!” she demanded.
Death the Kid x Reader: Symmetrical Friends
Death the Kid x Reader: Symmetrical Friends
As a little girl, (F/n) had always known her answer, when adults asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. In her young mind, she’d always assumed she’d be an artist. She’d been drawing and coloring as long as she could remember, so it seemed like the natural choice of career. But now just after her twelfth birthday, she wasn’t so sure anymore. . .
It wasn’t because her interests had changed, but rather that her physical abilities had spoken for her. Or rather, spoken to her parents.
(F/n)’s parents were a Master Meister and Weapon duo, though in recent years they had begun to discuss early retirement. (F/n) had always known about her parents resonance bond and service to Lord Death, but she’d never considered following their footsteps. . . Well, until she’d shown signs of being a Weapon herself.
Hybrid, Voltron G/t Ch 2Hybrid, Chapter 2
Keith stood and watched as the Castle of Lions slowly descended from the sky, righted itself, and landed on the sand. He brought his arms up to block the sand and wind kicked up from the ship's boosters. He registered his teammates' grumbles in his helmet as they struggled to stay standing. The red paladin didn't hesitate to crouch down once more, dropping to one knee and using his body in an attempt to sheild the other paladins.
He could hear the wonder in their voices when they were no longer pummeled by the wind and sand. Pride was evident in Shiro's when he thanked Keith. After the boosters had been turned off and the dust settled, Keith lowered his arms and looked up. Allura and Coran were descending from the ship.
"Oh my," came the soft, Altean voice.
"Quiznak!" shouted Coran.
Keith sighed. Pidge walked in front of him, between the lions that seemed to be standing guard around the massive paladin. She stopped and looked over her shoulder when Keith didn't move.
2WB1: Vol. 1 Chapter 45: Be Our Guest
[Chapter contains brief blood and gore.]
The wind and snow howled against Jennifer’s truck as she and Nikhil drove home from their watchman shift at the Luminaris. The sun was setting, but with the thick trees, clouds and snow, it may as well be night. It has been over two months since the Enraans fled their home from the Invaders and took shelter in Fidus Portus. While the Invaders continued to show a presence in Aurorawood, none have approached the Luminaris.
Auramancer Nikhil wondered if the Enraan refugees would ever be able to return home. He prayed it would be soon. The shelmeks and vinranalians going back to their own world would certainly ease the tension with the Portans that protested their presence. And not just the humans. Anger was beginning to rise among the Enraan refugees for their working conditions.
Even though Jennifer drove slowly and cautiously in the snowstorm, Nikhil still felt
[WoS Track 10] - Genitori[Song Inspiration: Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance]
Avyn’s eyes fluttered open in the sunlight. One look at his surroundings was all it took for him to realize something was wrong. He tried to sit up but found doing so difficult. Frantically, he began to panic and started flailing about. His lips parted and a loud, high-pitched cry issued forth; not the usual tenor of his young adult self, but the wailing shriek of an infant.
‘What’s going on?’
“Oh, are you awake Avyn?”
Avyn’s head turned to the voice and for a second he thought his heart would stop. The voice belonged to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her skin was a pale purple, like his, and her hair was a deep forest green. She had pale blue eyes set in almond-shaped sockets on a soft, heart-shaped face. She was lithe and wore a simple sheer white robe just thic
Wanderer - PoemA soul without form;
You think you are free
But does freedom mean wandering forever?...
Adrift on the breeze
And then not the next moment...
You dance among clouds and descend like the dew
You taste life afresh
It's vibrant colors, it's hues...
Your laughter bubbles and bursts
Such a beautiful sound
But as soon as it fades
None shall find you around
You're off to seek adventure...
And all at once I realize...
I just wanted you to stay with me
The Beginningthank god when you're out of my mind
i'm feeling better
happier than before
i have two faces
but the one has finally faded
no whispers this time
"i will come again"
"i will be in anytime"
"i will be in your surroundings"
"and i will make you suffer"
When Will I Wake? - PoemThe innermost parts of my soul have wounds
While the innermost thought in my heart is you...
I seal my eyes to cease the flow
Of memories manifest in crystal glow...
But for all of my strength I am now weak
My emotions constrained by my mind will no longer heed...
For the counsel of what had last seemed best
Has left me empty and broken; in my hopelessness...
How much longer must my fragile form
Endure this longing; this feeling alone?...
I try so hard, and I do not scream
I do not shout...
I merely dream...
I dream of color, as colors fade
I dream of light, yet abide the shade
I dream of love; yes, every day
I dream.. I dream.. I dream.......
And I ask myself....... When will I wake?
Sunrise - PoemEvery corner of my heart aches
And yearns for your touch to soothe
The emptiness I am when I'm without you...
My tears fall as droplets
Leaving my soul so dry
Each day I wander aimless
And despairing; I cry
You know not the pain that I've suffered each hour
You don't know how I long for us to be together
You can't comprehend it; the sorrow, the pain
The unyielding agony of these relentless feelings...
If only you loved me
Then you would recognize...
But as it is; I am darkness...
And you... are ever radiant sunrise
Match Ideas: The ScotsmanSamurai Jack is home to a lot of interesting and colorful characters, but few match the popularity of the Scotsman. As always, spoilers especially for the recent season.
We first see the Scotsman appear when Jack is crossing a giant rope bridge when he hears some bagpipes, and can't stand as the Scotsman comes into view. Jack asks if he's anywhere close to the end of the bridge but the Scotsman says he's nowhere close. The bridge is to narrow for either of them to walk around the other, Jack holds the idiot ball and doesn't suggest just jumping over the Scotsman, but the Scotsman isn't being reasonable anyways and insists they fight. Jack tries to talk his way out but the Scotsman insults prove too much even for him to put up and starts to hit back.
So they fight. And fight, and fight. Fight fight fight fight fight fight, for three days without stopping until neither of them of has the strength to keep fighting. The Scotsman of course denies it and insists not finishing is givin
An Introduction to The Amastereth
The Amastereth (as it is known by the Osenta) is a collection of historical accounts and writings that which outline the history of the inhabitants of Senetar. From the era of the founding of the cosmos, up until the modern Fifth Era which began with the reconstruction acts of Varenkara.
The Amastereth begins with the records of Etaium, the first of the all the Osenta and father of the Shadow-makers, that which outlines the works of his forger, the deity whom they call Na-do-ya, and how he forged the cosmos out of the material of the darkness – from the forces of the positive and the negative into all things both living and inanimate, fluid and solid.
Etaium and his contemporary, Manuth (the first of the Earth-carvers) would use their divine wisdom to bless the early Osenta with the written word and mathematics, becoming the first scholars and scientists. From here the written history of the Osenta beg
Mind and Soul Ch. 1Mind And Soul
Day in and day out, it was the same. The crying, the pain, the fear, it never goes way. The worse part was the loneliness of a small dark empty cell that closed in on me everyday. Everyday those walls pushed me together until it squeezed the very life out of me. The only time when there was actual air was when the cell door opened, but it opened to a world of pain. It usually ends with an injury that was deep within the soul. A young girl in the corner shivers in fear and pain, hoping one day that she would see the sun again, but that hope quickly diminished when the men in white robes grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the “Dark Room of Pain” where they poked and pried her head and her eyes. They put sharp things in her arms and eyes, they stabbed her in the head without a care, they kept her strapped in a chair and left her there as punishment, and they used a bright light to shoot into her eyes rendering her with blinding pain. The pain was s
Mind and Soul Ch. 2Mind and Soul
“The Human Brain!” shouted one of the enthusiastic nerds in the back of the small science classroom. The class was small enough to be easily crowded by a single empty box and a student. Mr. Harper didn’t care, though, he was more of a “go with the flow” kind of teacher. “Exactly! The Brain serve as a center of our nervous system and the most important hardware in our robotic bodies!” Mr. Harper exclaimed. He was a kind of teacher who has touched his inner child and always get into a lot of shenanigans with the jocks or the nerds. So childish….
Zoey’s cheeks were still warm and red from Riley’s kind gesture. She never met anyone who was that kind to her and treating her like she was a person; not a tool. A thing. Even though Zoey acted like a wild animal to her, she didn’t care, it was like she wanted to be friends. But they can never be friends…..
“But we only use ten percent of our brai
Hot and sweaty.
The weather I hated.
I had always hated summer; it was too hot, and the humidity in my home town was always constantly fluctuating. It was always high, and the groggy moisture got into my eyes.
There was never anywhere with enough water to swim either; it was always dry, hot and arid. Even our shower ran dry and I had to bath in what little water I could squeeze from the rocks in our backyard.
Which was pretty much nothing.
Summer reminded me of death; constant death, rotting corpses, dead and decomposition, maggots, flies, stink.
Oh how that stink stunk. Whenever a cow on our small, dead and dying farm died, we had to leave it to the weather to deal with. We could never make it close enough to do anything about it, mere minutes of death in this heat resulted in smells of nuclear-proportions, as the body released its fluids in the form of gas that decided - as if to mock us - to hang around the body, as though it were feeding off the smell of rotting meat.
Summer-ChildThe heat boiled the sweat right off my face; another of my perfect Australian Summers.
I loved them.
It kind of ticked me off how Summer would be so evenly matched by the Australian Winter; the way the climate changed infuriated me! One moment, the Sun would burn you like a sausage on the barbecue, but the next, the wind could slice your face clean off!
It was insane, but it was home.
Most argued that Autumn and Spring were the best months; not too hot, not too cold. I agreed too, they were pleasantly warm months, but I would kill to swap them all for a constant Summer.
I know, it would be like living in an oven if Australia experienced 365 days of Summer in succession, but I guess I must be the rare type, and would prefer to be roasted than frozen.
Well, that's me. The Summer-Child.
It happened one day at school; a sudden shift in temperature and a strong wind from the South; a cold Antarctic wind that sent chills up my spine, causing my brain to freeze over.
I dropped my large pile o
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