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
Match Ideas: LeChuckMonkey Island. A classic adventure game series known for hilarious comedy and general silliness. The best parts of it are found with its main villain LeChuck.
This guy's backstory is, kinda of a mess. The first entry in the series Secret of Monkey Island doesn't give him a backstory during the game itself, as far as I can tell it's only given in the manual.
Originally a bloodthirsty pirate who quickly fell in love the governor of the Melee Island, Elaine Marley (later games retcon her as governor of the entire "Tri-Island area" which covers at least a half dozen islands). She wanted nothing to his advances and told him to "drop dead." He tried impressing her by discovering the titular secret of Monkey Island. He died after his ship was wrecked in a storm, but returned as a ghost and wrecked havoc on the Caribbean from his base on Monkey Island, murdering entire ships and forcing the crew to serve him as ghosts on his ghost ship.
By the game proper, the pirates in the Carribbean
Star Wars Rebels Twin Suns ReviewSo Star Wars Rebels finally concluded it's story arc with Maul it had running this season. How did it handle something it had been setting for most of the season?
If you haven't been watching the show, go watch it. Even if you haven't watched The Clone Wars you are probably at least aware that Darth Maul was brought back for it and served a major supporting villain. He was focused on gaining power to gain revenge on Obi-Wan. If the show had gone onto a seventh season it would have revealed his main goal was getting revenge on Palpatine. The arc with him was used for the comic Darth Maul: Son of Dathomir where it was revealed the Sith Lord dragged him away from his mother the Nightsister Talzin when he was a child. On top this he had realize his former master saw him as just a tool that had served its purpose. In the comic he and his mother both plotted to kill Palpatine, got out maneuvered and Talzin was killed. Maul got away only because Palpatine didn't see him as a thr
Match Ideas: GalactusGalactus, one of the most iconic villains in Marvel and one of the most imitated characters. Originally intended by Jack Kirby as a one-off menace from space, he kept making appearances throughout the Marvel Universe to the point where he's more of a villain to universe as a whole than Fantastic Four enemy, too bad Fox still owns movies rights to him and the FF so he's unlikely to grace the MCU in the near future.
Chronologically Galactus is one of the oldest beings in Marvel. He is in fact he is older than the current universe. He was supposed to be a mysterious alien entity whose motives and origins are unknown, but ultimately writers threw that out the window and explained everything. Though the mysterious alien aspect of him was however picked in his depiction in the Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, where he never speaks.
Originally he was a humanoid space explorer named Galan from a planet called Taa, the most advanced civilization in the universe. The universe had been enterin
A Micro Aggression...Decided I'd go ahead and make my latest profile addition another upload. I felt as though some things about me needed to be better clarified on my page. Here goes...
On another subject, I am going to speak of what I would normally consider to be a very private, personal matter. I have a same sex orientation, or in the words of modern liberal society, I am “gay.” However, I completely reject the label out of my disdain towards the idea of basing my identity off something like my sexuality. This is just one of the many reasons I take issue with the LGBT institution. I choose to identify as a man, and I am perfectly content with that being the only thing people see when they look at me which is why I don’t go around waving rainbow flags or involve myself with “pride parades.”
And this leads me to discuss yet another part of myself. Yes, I am a Christian. I ascribe to the Christian faith, and try to live my life off the teachings of Paul and Christ.
Nikita's Bedroom Sketch, Tolstoy's Master and ManIt’s cold out again tonight. The frigid Russian winters creep through every crack and crevice into the worn-down hovel Nikita calls home.
A small, wood-fired stove is cool to the touch. There’s nothing left to burn but old hay from the barn. Footprints of ice trace Nikita’s most recent steps across the wood floor.
A single shelf decorates the far wall, holding an empty bottle still fragrant with wisps of strong vodka. If Nikita were here and not running around in the blizzard on a midnight errand for his master, he would be tucked away in his bed after a hard day’s work. His hole-studded coat that cost him three month’s wages would be resting its tired shoulders on the back of the rickety chair he hasn’t sat on in days, and his thin scarf and mittens would be hanging half-frozen over the cool stove.
There’s a small wooden box beneath Nikita’s bed. Inside is a folded packet of old papers, a candle, a single copper rouble, and two matches.
Kyrie Eleison"Lord Have Mercy"
The warning bells were screaming again.
Sorcery, they cried.
Fire, they demanded.
Wrath, they mocked.
Camelot awoke to irons calling all to arms, citizens both great and poor climbing from their beds and keeping their eyes peeled for the magic user, the traitor.
The guilty, the sorcerer, an evil monster that dared to enter their borders-
Performing magic was the foulest of sins, the darkest act that any soul could commit.
And anyone who participated in the craft faced only one fate: death.
The bells clanged in the high towers, a harmonious battle cry echoing through the drowsy city, marble painted in pinks and mild yellows with the rising sun.
The sorcerer, knowing this city better than the back of his hand, slipped beneath the stairs closest to the castle, the clattering mail of knights crashing above him.
It had been a stupid folly, a tiny spell used to aid his mentor, his protector, the man he had come to see as a father figure-
Poke'Fusion Vol.1 Ch.2Poke’Fusion Vol.1
Ch.2: A Chance of Fate
In the middle of a back alleyway away from the lights around them and surrounded by trash and waste Jude stands opposite an odd man looking down at him. The man looks down holding a switch in his hand as searchlights move rapidly across the area.
“What are Pokémon to you?” The man asks looking down at Jude.
“Look out!” Jude yells out rushing past the man pulling out a Poke’ball. “Denki, Thunderbolt!”
He tosses out the Poke’ball with Pikachu popping out and unleashing a blast of electricity, hitting a Mightyena at the end of the alley. Pikachu rushes back to Jude’s side as he picks it up and puts it on his shoulder.
Poke'Fusion Vol.1 Ch.1Poke’Fusion Vol.1
Ch.1: An Unexpected Encounter
In the middle of a large room, a round object sits suspended above the ground inside of a large cylindrical case surrounded by a large circular platform. A pair of men in uniform walks across the platform alongside a pair of floating metallic beings with large magnets on their sides and a single large eye with a screw coming out of its head. They circle the case seriously examining the room at every moment.
“You have the time?” One of the guards asks the other.
“It’s almost time for the shift change.” The other looks on seriously turning around to look towards the doors. “The next guards should be in soon.”
Kawena Ch. 1.2: Child of the SkyThe float stones drifted further apart. Once the gap was wide enough I slipped inside where I was sucked toward the center by their parting pressure.
It wasn’t until I was almost halfway to the center that I noticed two streaks of a black, brown, and red paste coating the walls of either float stone. The paste smeared across the rock walls for a hundred feet in either direction. In some places the paste was more like a liquid and the walls dripped with it. When I touched it, the paste was warmer than the surrounding walls.
I didn’t need to see the events of minutes ago from close up. The fresh, bitter smelling poultice of flesh, bone, entrails, and blood was enough to know exactly what happened to whatever creatures didn’t notice the deathly movements of the float stones.
The sun fell in the sky. A dark shadow rose from behind a float stone in the distance.
Deep horizontal gashes in the uneven walls showed these two float stones only swiped alongside each other, yet t
Kawena Ch. 1.1: Child of the SkyTeacher once told me, "There's no difference between water and air."
Just like then, I have always found his words to be true.
Whether it's weightless wind threading my wings or water cupped in my webbed fingers as I propel through that dense world… in both water and air I always feel at home, and hardly recognize the moment when I traverse that line.
In the glittering slate-gray lake beneath me dozens of fish swished their tails back and forth in unhurried rhythm. They swam unaware of me hovering not too far above them in flows of wind so persistent I needed to only shift a single feather to hold myself steady in flight.
My pale grey reflection, covered almost entirely in the skins and scales of the very same sort of fish swimming the pocket of water below, was pierced only by a pair of vibrant golden eyes staring back at me as though I too were a fish being hunted. Instead of a tail or fins though, a long braid of silverblue hair lashed the air and occasionally struck the backs
Functional and Correct.I would like to believe that I have myself together. That I know what it's like when the T's are crossed and I's all dotted neatly, and the ducks haven't strayed from line. I would like to assume and ascertain that I know how that it feels and that I am feeling it, maybe.
But in the end it's a joke, the kind that's funny because
My back aches and my shoulders throb from holding at attention too long. There is a burning never ending aching where the anchor is wielded to my sternum and it never anchors me to anything but the weight of misinformed chemicals. My skin is a fever and my head an explosion and the ice of sweat clashes with the intensity to electrocute my nerves and I am fried.
Every cell screams to abandon ship and try vainly to flee their disaster vessel making like the Titanic but it's too late, because you can't run from ghosts. And do they know the inevitability of their own demise? Do they sink with dignity and- not lose the fear of death, rather than hope for somet
Unrequited - PoemI feel an embrace
But its warmth is so unlike yours
A hot drink in my hand
Yet drinking won't quench my thirst
An emptiness lingers
Even with so much that's full
How selfish I am
Such joy, yet I wallow in hurt
Just why is everything lacking?
Anyways, what was so great about you?
It's like mourning over the loss of a snowflake
When there are still thousands more
It doesn't make sense
So I should not be in pain
Yet I keep thinking of way back when
Hoping to somehow see you again
I feel like I'm hollow
But I know it's not true
I feel like I'm broken
Yet the mirror tells me I'm whole
I want someone to empathize with my situation
But whenever I think to speak
It seems too minor to mention
A bond left unspoken
Now I can't be sure it was formed
I keep recalling the sound of your laughter
And the sight of your smile...
You kindly offering me your arm
I think without even meaning to
I gave you every piece of my heart
And without even knowing it
You broke every part
Sometimes I blame you
Pounding Laughter, Bellowing HeadachesAnd recently, I've had an idea or two. Scratch that, comically strategic. Motherfucker, you did that on purpose.
She just kinda stared at the damned thing. She looked at it, and curled her lip, and kinda hoped it would go away.
I am not my own. There is no resonance of purpose. The gravity of weighted eclipse.
Shadows in the silky black. Delicate possession.
Abomination; a single seed.
This 'supposed' image of growth.
Inconspicuous, never mention the poison. Despondent comatose junkie.
It's called a fucking headache, like sleeping
and dreaming and laughing,
all at the same time.
Like the funniest joke you'll ever hear, and it never stops pounding through your forehead.
to the therapist with no fucking clueyou didn’t know how much weight
was behind those words;
how gluttonous they had been
they wobbled over to me
with skin folding over stutters
folding over meaning
they sat on my lap
and you didn’t see the pounds
or the curves crushing me,
you didn't notice
the fat absorbing your words,
your sentences imprinting themselves
as stretch marks on my skin
you smiled a warm smile
as if that would burn away the calories hidden in your words,
i smiled back a cold smile,
i think it was as cold as my fingertips
The Power of the AuthorIt was a slow morning. I had finished my coffee and was reading a book when I heard a scuffling outside my house. Puzzled, I stood and set the book down on the table. I walked to the front door and opened it, hearing familiar voices. As soon as I did so, I heard a voice cry out "Now!"
In less than a second, a massive pair of hands dragged me from the house and pinned me to the grass outside. I looked up to see a young, round face twice as tall as my own.
"Falran?" I grunted. "What's this all about?"
"This wasn't my idea, Author, I promise," Falran said, a pout forming on his lips. His sandy blond hair spilled into his eyes that actually looked sincerely apologetic.
"I'll be taking credit for this," a confident voice rang out. I twisted my head around and saw Briggs hovering triumphantly nearby. "We have a bone to pick with you, Author."
"Oh really?" I said with a raised eyebrow. "Falran, let me up."
The Sarbithian glanced betw
Emergency Commissions (Open)Hey guys, I fear that I've hit a hard patch. I am currently stuck in a job that pays minimum wage and I have a family member who is in the middle of a medical crisis. Every little bit helps so I'm opening up emergency commissions. That being said, I will not be accepting DA Points until further notice. Only USD via Paypal. I need cash to pay bills and points are currently a waste of my time and effort. Thank you in advance to everyone who requests a commission, you are grateful appreciated.
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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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