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A Step In the Right Direction"Had a feeling you'd be here! Heh, heh... The cycles haven't been kind, have they?"
The grin he got infuriated him, but not nearly as much as the response.
"Aww, you don't look so bad!"
Clu scowled, staring down his user. It was his fault. If he'd just paid him mind...
"I did everything!" he shouted accusingly over the roar of the wind. "Everything you ever asked!"
Regret washed over Flynn... Wasn't that why he'd reserved himself to all this time meditating, taking care of Quorra? It was all to atone for the sins of the father. He'd failed both his sons... the blood kin, and the digital. His feet planted themselves one after the other, eyes never leaving his creation.
"I know you did..."
"I executed the plan!" Clu watched as his creator came to a stop, nodding in acknowledgment.
"As you saw it," he said calmly.
Clu's inquisition continued as he now began approaching Flynn.
"You," he said, hurt filling his voice, ever the forgotten son... "You promised... That we would change the world
As the guard dragged him down the corridor, the yellow-clad program found himself thinking that this scenario seemed awfully familiar.Like he'd done it before. His user had a term for that. Called it Deja Vu..
But the last time he'd had this happen, he'd been at the mercies (if a program could designate it as such) of the Master Control Program.
The two guards clad in black stopped before a door, red circuitry glowing brightly in the dim light.
There was a brief exchange of dialog before he was marched into the room, where, he saw, to his surprise, another figure clad in yellow. Unable to see his face, the hacker program waited.
"Another rogue program?"
That voice. The conscript stiffened. It sounded familiar. All too familiar. Could it be? But why would he be here?
"Yes, your excellency."
The other figure smirked as he gazed out the window. "He must be special for you to insist I see him."
You could have cut the anticipation with a knife. It hung in the air, along with the program's m
Analyzing Fan Designs - see proper title belowWHY IS IT ALWAYS LIONS?! A fan's view at the Organization and their prideland forms according to others.
Okay kiddies, it's time for Auntie Ress to give a teeny rant about character design. True, it matters little in the grand scheme of things, but every fan has their pet peeves. Here's one of mine.
Why is it that about 90% of the fandom sees the Organization as nothing but Lions when it comes to the Pridelands. I mean I appreciate the character design, don't get me wrong, but there's just something about seeing it all the time that just tweaks my switches a bit.
Part of it is that it's terribly unimaginitive. TLK's story focused mainly on lions, yes, but they weren't the ONLY characters within the course of the film. You had the majordomo Zazu (An African Hornbill), Simba's later caretakers Timon and Pumbaa (a meerk
Dancing MadnessMaster of destiny,
once a man sane,
by playing the game.
Thought to be,
and the clown.
Now I stand,
a god among men,
to pass judgement,
yea, strike them down,
Cower in my wake.
Harbinger of death,
reaper of souls,
their lives I take.
Feel the caress,
of my light,
the scrutinizing eye,
as I pass judgment
upon the unwashed,
as they pass by.
And the heroes,
to my side,
to end this sweet,
one last breath,
no time to cry,
As nothing begets
my end comes,
and I retreat
to my lair
The end comes,
FFIV - Any Other Name...I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time...
- Lester Burnham, American Beauty
As the inner walls of the hallway began an agonizingly slow descent upon the hapless group, the adults began to shuffle around in a futile attempt to escape. The hefty airship engineer ran for one door, as the sage bolted for the other.
The words left Cid's mouth as readily as any curse.
"This one too!" Tellah cried out, yanking at the door with all his might.
In the midst of the panic stricken grown-ups, an eerie calm settled across the two young mages. Palom and Porom watched as Yang, Cid, Tellah, and Cecil split, futilely trying to stop the walls from closing in on them. The two traded glances, all manner of memories playing across their minds, though one specifically stuck out now more than ever.
"Mother, please don't make me go, I have nothing to wear and besides I'll be bored out of my skull," I said as I rummaged through my closet in a last ditch effort to try and find something ‘nice’, just in case she insisted that I go to this confounded party. It was just going to be adults, sitting around getting tipsy, and talking about nothing that interested me, sigh! I heard my mother's stern voice from a distance somewhere from within the house "Get ready and I don't want to hear another word about it!" she screamed back.
An hour later, we drove in silence to a friend of my mothers home, that she had known since childhood, who was giving a dinner party reunion at a rented hall down a long driveway and across the road from where she lived. We were greeted then lead into her formal sitting room, where the fireplace was lit and her old 'pug' dog was stretched out in a fitful sleep, snorting and writhing about, like it was chasing some feral cat.
AnchorOnce upon a time a little girl was born.
The little girl lived a safe life in a little town, in a wonderful house with a big garden and a happy family.
She was innocent, she was happy. She looked upon the world with curiosity and always asked many questions. Interested in all.
The world was beautiful, and she was happy. And she was quite certain, it would always be that way.
Her life was amazing - why shouldn't she be happy?
Once upon a time a little girl went to school.
She still lived in the same little town, in the same house with the same garden with her family.
She was still innocent and happy... yet, every now and then something would happen to ever so slightly put down that happiness.
The older kids bugged her a bit, the same did some of the other kids. She didn't understand why.
Yet, life was still good, and she easily brushed it off. She had no reason to not be happy.
Once upon time a little girl believed in the good of the world.
She knew evil existed, had seen it happen seve
Muted Experiments Ch. 3 [SCP-049 x Mute! Reader] You awake from yet another dream, or night terror. Glancing at the clock, you see that it's six in the morning, two hours before you had to go to work. What you woke up from was nothing but smothering blackness, and the sound of someone screaming,only to realize that the person screaming was you. It made you shiver just thinking about it.
People found it amazing that you could speak in your dreams; doctors said that it was psychological, stating that you could speak, but didn't want to. You close your eyes again, slipping into another dream.
"Where is she?"
"Just wait, she'll be here."
"I'm here now. Sorry to hold you up. Shall we begin?"
"Do we have everything?"
Walking into the containment cell, you look around, seeing SCP - 049 in the corner. Instinctively you reach for your notepad. Finding none, you speak.
Vore Narrative Prompt #2 - Forced MarriageRemember to read the rules first! If you didn't bother, it isn't my fault:
Summary: Write a fictional story about being betrothed to a giant or tiny, who is a stranger. You may write either as yourself or for a character that belongs to you, or a character that you make specifically for this. If you choose to write as yourself, please write in first person; if you write using a character, please use third person. You choose whether the other character will be a giant or tiny, or male or female, you/your character may be of the same gender as them but not the same size. You may set the story in the giant world, the tiny world, or your own world.
You/your character and the giant/tiny have been set for marriage against your will(s) (at least against your/your character's will), but you/your character and the giant/tiny
SUPER COLLAB BOOK THING! (Asking for participants)Fellow PMDU members, I have an idea. How about all of us work together, and create a story for our characters in PMDU to read and enjoy? A massive collaborative project with no limit to the imagination~
Details can be found behind this link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15DtNWv7Gexh01fU7-XiU_TVxgTas8-r7AUxGZQvRGiI/edit?usp=sharing
Back to SchoolBack to school,
Back to Hell.
Return to education,
Return to incarceration.
Meet the teachers,
Meet the guards.
Students are classmates,
Classmates are inmates.
Desks are their own iron bars,
Like all prisons, there are gangs.
One throws up signs, the other engages silent warfare.
Crips and Bloods,
Jocks and Nerds.
Like every institution, there are signs on the front.
"_______ High School",
"_______ Correctional Facility",
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."
Dreamin' of You Chapter 4
Dreamin' of You
I wasn't myself I stay sleeping even when Wendy and Carla came by to cheer me up even ask me on a mission they were going to do as waitresses for a cafe in Magnolia I was tempted to do it but I didn't want to see the people seeing me sad instead of smiling and cheerful. But the oddest thing happened when I came out of my shower with only a towel my window was wide open the curtine was flying from the outside, I frown walk over and close it latching it close.
"I finally found you...the girl that is using the Cerise I cared about againts me..." I spin around gasp to see Midnight looking at me menicing look but whats worst I'm naked just wearing a towel making me turn red as Erza's hair "U-um...may I get dress first? I'll catch a cold if I'm still wet and naked here..."
"...Make it fast better yet, if you say your really my Cerise I well know her body." I gasp more red "H-how would you know that?! And I well not get dress while any man is in my room!" he scuff "V
If this is Hell.[If this is hell; a SebasCiel short story.]
Sebastian grumbled groggily as he awoke, his crimson eyes slowly but surely opening to access his surroundings. As he did so, he began to attempt recalling the previous occurrences that led up to this dilemma, but found that he drew a complete and utter blank in his mind.
What the hell happened? The raven haired demon pulled the small, rounded watch out of his suit's pocket and gently flipped it open to reveal the time of day, which read midnight exactly. This, of course, could not be correct, for all he could recall from the previous day was awakening his Young Master and preparing him for the day ahead. What could have happened within that time and now that he couldn't remember?
As his eyes began to adjust to the almost blindingly bright scenery, the man realized what kind of a situation he truly was in. And to his fear, it was not a good one.
The room was white, without a single drop of any other colour to be seen. As for doors or windows?
'Nacho' Mama's Taco Salad'Nacho' Mama's Taco Salad
1 lb. Ground Beef (lean if you want a salad that's lower in fat. Or substitute your favorite meat)
Pepper] – to taste
1 large onion
1 head of iceberg lettuce
1 large tomato or 2 medium sized tomatoes
3 jalapeno peppers
3 banana peppers
Sour Cream (optional)
Salsa or salad dressing of your choice
Warm ground beef in a skillet with salt, pepper and garlic until meat is no longer pink. Cut down heat to simmer, and add a small amount of water to keep your meat moist.
In a large bowl, combine 1 head of iceberg lettuce, cored and julienned, 1 large onion diced, and your tomatoes (diced as well, of course)
Chop and combine your Jalapeno and banana peppers into a separate bowl (please be sure to wear gloves, since jalapeno seeds and veins are quite hot, and the oil will stay on bare hands for quite some time).*
Set aside your salad fixings and put together your tortilla chips and cheese, a
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
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