The writer's block

4. It does matter dude. A lot of people get piss when someone uses a character in an incorrect way.
8. He's grabbing his dick dude. That's a little....
9. That's funny my friend because emo and black dragon didn't that. They had
3. In my opinion, that was really fucking stupid. Try using something that's logically. Him losing his eye sight or an arm would have been better.
1. That's not true actually. A crossover can make depending on the choice of series. For example my friend, Patriot1776, has a Inuyasha/LoZ fanfic going on right now. And while I find it to be hsi worst story, it has goteen him a lot of fans. He did an excellent job of mixing the worlds of Inuyasha and Loz flawlessly. I was impress.

4.) No it doesn't. I have never read a fanfic where I thought a character acted the way they should in any certain situation. You know why? Because under certain conditions, people act in different ways. Understanding people isn't just hard, it's impossible, and only the true author of a character can decide what someone should do. And trust me, I've read my share of fanfiction.

8.) Yes? They're both totally queens.

9.) I look at your criticism of emo, and see you criticizing his length as well as detail.. Which pretty much means (and rightly) that there's a lack of backstory.

3.) But a penis is so much more important.

1.) No, there's no logical way it could happen really without using a giant cop-out with magic or some other bull. I could do the same thing by saying there was a tectonic shift in midgar that sent the continent crashing into the world of hyrule, and then guess what? FF7/LoZ lolol omg!!1!z

Also- to answer your earlier question, no cloud is not a chick. He became a eunuch.
 
Anne lay on the floor, feeling searing pain run through her leg, where the bullet had met its mark. The Gestapo officer menacingly moved towards her, grinning, when all of a sudden there was a blinding flash of light, causing the officer to shield his eyes. A huge cloud of smoke appeared next to Anne, blocking her from the soldier’s vision. When the smoke cleared, he was in for quite a surprise. There was Goku, holding Anne in his arms, standing next to a huge metal capsule. “Goku!” cried Anne “You came back… for me!” Goku smiled. “Anything for you, my dear.” He said. “Our love will never be lost… not until the end of time.” The Gestapo officer turned tail and ran, but Goku was too quick for him. After laying Anne on the concrete, he dashed towards the Nazi and knocked him to the ground, unconscious, with only one blow. “Nazi scum.” Muttered Goku as he spit on his enemy’s limp body, then returned to Anne. “Here, I have something for you.” Goku said, as he removed a small bean from his pocket. “What on earth is this?” asked Anne. Goku smiled, remember how ignorant she was to what was everyday life to him. “A senzu bean.” He said. “Just eat it, and it will cure your leg.” Anne followed his instructions and popped the bean into her mouth, as the wound on her calve magically healed. “Now come on.” Commanded Goku. “We’ve got some Nazi ass to kick.” Anne jumped on the mysterious Saiyan’s back, as he launched off into the sky.

After only a few moments, the two of them arrived in Berlin. Tanks were parading down the street, as Adolf Hitler himself stood on a platform overlooking it all. “Stay here.” Goku said, dropping Anne in a shaded area under a tree. He then flew straight towards the parade of tanks, fist outstretched, screaming as loud as he could. The soldiers below scattered in terror, while the tanks tried to aim their cannons at him. He was too quick and nimble for them, however, and opened the hatch of a nearby Panzer, then headed inside. After dispatching of the soldiers in control of the war machine, he took the wheel. He fired round after round into the crowds of Nazi soldiers, occasionally firing at the other tanks. After only minutes, there was nothing but a cloud of dust and corpses. Goku emerged from the tank’s hatch, smiling now that he had done his duty. When all of the dust cleared, there were only two people remaining on the parade ground: Goku, the Saiyan hero, and Adolf Hitler, the most evil man ever to walk the earth.

Anne watched from nearby fearfully as she saw the two men stare at each other for what seemed like hours. Her one true love, and her ultimate oppressor. It had come down to this. “So,” Hitler said jovially “You took out all of my men. However, you aren’t going to defeat me.” Hitler then jumped down from his platform and down onto the street in front of Goku, pulling a chain gun from the ground nearby. Goku quickly jumped behind a ruined tank, as Adolf opened fire. The tank made decent cover, but it wasn’t long until it would be torn apart by the hail of bullets. Goku had to act. He dashed out from the side of the tank, and flew as fast as he could toward Hitler, who had no time to react. He grabbed the chain gun out of his enemy’s hands, and snapped it over his knee with ease. Hitler stumbled backwards, shocked at the turn of events. Goku smirked, then said “It’s come down to this. You and me. Fighting like men. If you admit defeat now, I’ll kill you rather painlessly.” Goku had the definite advantage. Or so it seemed. Hitler burst into a laugh, as Goku looked on quizzically. The mustachioed man slowly rose into the air, as his brown hair and pencil moustache turned a blonde color, and his brown eyes turned blue. Goku reeled in horror. Hitler continued laughing, then finally said “Goku! You came here expecting to find a madman, but instead, you found a GOD!” Hitler had become a Super Saiyan.
 
The warrier of the Waste

Once upon a tim, there was this legendray Bankai warrier. He practised his bankai every day until he was so good at his bankai skils that he would just go around sliceing his way through his enemys and anyone who was too much idiot to stand in his way. Most of his traning days were spent eating power food from the arches of gold that lied just behind his grandfathers apartment building, eating and bulking up until muscles came out of his shirt that ripped into peices when his muscles came all the way out.

His eyes were close together, but it was for better slicing power and accuracy that came form his bankai blade of ritechousness. One day, in the waste of his homeland he was walking through the forest and looking at all the dead bodies of all the warriors whose guts were flying all around the day before when the bankai warrier was slicing all the bad guys up. His bankai was wood but had magical powers that made it slice. Just then, a fersome nemisis of Bankai the Warrier was in the woods too...

"I am the fucking DoggyBAHN!!!!!!" yelled the fierse and retartded guy that was yelling.

A small tier rolled down the eye iof the bankai warrier and then he knew what he had to do, "Fuck you Doggybahn!" said the Warreir and when he said that he throwed his bankai right in the eye of the Doggybahn and fire came out of his eye and then his head smoked and exploded with the mustache of the guy landing at the wariers feet.

A buteiful lady then came out of the bushes and said "I'm from france and what youj did just saved our whole country and thank you very much, we appercatie everything that you have done. Please marry me and run away for ever with me for good."

The warrier knelt down and throw his bankai into the fires of Mordor because he knew when he found that true love that he could finally stop traning and know the peace and enjoy it with his family of his true love.

The end...?
 
The warrier of the Waste

Once upon a tim, there was this legendray Bankai warrier. He practised his bankai every day until he was so good at his bankai skils that he would just go around sliceing his way through his enemys and anyone who was too much idiot to stand in his way. Most of his traning days were spent eating power food from the arches of gold that lied just behind his grandfathers apartment building, eating and bulking up until muscles came out of his shirt that ripped into peices when his muscles came all the way out.

His eyes were close together, but it was for better slicing power and accuracy that came form his bankai blade of ritechousness. One day, in the waste of his homeland he was walking through the forest and looking at all the dead bodies of all the warriors whose guts were flying all around the day before when the bankai warrier was slicing all the bad guys up. His bankai was wood but had magical powers that made it slice. Just then, a fersome nemisis of Bankai the Warrier was in the woods too...

"I am the fucking DoggyBAHN!!!!!!" yelled the fierse and retartded guy that was yelling.

A small tier rolled down the eye iof the bankai warrier and then he knew what he had to do, "Fuck you Doggybahn!" said the Warreir and when he said that he throwed his bankai right in the eye of the Doggybahn and fire came out of his eye and then his head smoked and exploded with the mustache of the guy landing at the wariers feet.

A buteiful lady then came out of the bushes and said "I'm from france and what youj did just saved our whole country and thank you very much, we appercatie everything that you have done. Please marry me and run away for ever with me for good."

The warrier knelt down and throw his bankai into the fires of Mordor because he knew when he found that true love that he could finally stop traning and know the peace and enjoy it with his family of his true love.

The end...?

You omitted the sugan rainbow saga.
 
I Saw Goofy Kissing Santa Claus

Sora woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one exquisite box that looked like a nobody.

Then Sora noticed that Goofy was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.

Sora thought that he would surprise Goofy. Maybe even sneak up behind him and drink him on his slow penis. That always made Goofy tired.

Sora crept timely down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its happy lights, and the presents, heaped up slowly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Goofy. Kissing someone.

Sora was so angry, he picked up a burger king from a table and threw it provacatively around twilight town.

They both looked around.

"Goofy, you fat kangaroo!" Sora yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Sora looked and then rubbed his head and looked again. It was Santa Claus.

"Let me explain," Goofy said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a wet kiss it was."

"Well, I suppose," Sora said rapidly. "If he was under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be cold."

That seemed reasonable. Sora went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.

Santa was the best kisser ever, like a rainbow. He made Sora's feet feel all dark.

"You see?" Goofy said forcefully and Sora saw. So they had a threeway.

Everybody's presents were late.
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A Sticky Day To Blow

BigBlack720 stepped passionately out into the phallic sunshine, and admired ShinjiUrahara's head. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a thick sight."

ShinjiUrahara climbed off the bed and walked weakly across the grass to greet his lover. BigBlack720 patted ShinjiUrahara on the mouth and then tried to blow him flamboyantly, but without success.

"That's all right," ShinjiUrahara said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not wet," BigBlack720. "Not as wet as the time we blew under the bed."

ShinjiUrahara nodded gayly. "We were gay back in those days."

"Our peniss were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," BigBlack720 said. "Everything seems tall and long when you're young."

"Of course," ShinjiUrahara said. "But now we're sick, we can still have fun. If we go about it godly."

"Godly?" BigBlack720 said . "But how?"

"With this," ShinjiUrahara said and held out a wide tea. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to blow."

BigBlack720 swallowed the tea at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to blow godly. They blew like a virgin riding a unicorn. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
 
The warrier of the Waste

Once upon a tim, there was this legendray Bankai warrier. He practised his bankai every day until he was so good at his bankai skils that he would just go around sliceing his way through his enemys and anyone who was too much idiot to stand in his way. Most of his traning days were spent eating power food from the arches of gold that lied just behind his grandfathers apartment building, eating and bulking up until muscles came out of his shirt that ripped into peices when his muscles came all the way out.

His eyes were close together, but it was for better slicing power and accuracy that came form his bankai blade of ritechousness. One day, in the waste of his homeland he was walking through the forest and looking at all the dead bodies of all the warriors whose guts were flying all around the day before when the bankai warrier was slicing all the bad guys up. His bankai was wood but had magical powers that made it slice. Just then, a fersome nemisis of Bankai the Warrier was in the woods too...

"I am the fucking DoggyBAHN!!!!!!" yelled the fierse and retartded guy that was yelling.

A small tier rolled down the eye iof the bankai warrier and then he knew what he had to do, "Fuck you Doggybahn!" said the Warreir and when he said that he throwed his bankai right in the eye of the Doggybahn and fire came out of his eye and then his head smoked and exploded with the mustache of the guy landing at the wariers feet.

A buteiful lady then came out of the bushes and said "I'm from france and what youj did just saved our whole country and thank you very much, we appercatie everything that you have done. Please marry me and run away for ever with me for good."

The warrier knelt down and throw his bankai into the fires of Mordor because he knew when he found that true love that he could finally stop traning and know the peace and enjoy it with his family of his true love.

The end...?
You win sir....
 
The beat rang out throughout the streets. the shuffling of people walking started to move in rhythm with the music blasting loud throughout the city. as People stepped to the beat, some took it upon themselves to lead the crowd in step. Like a wave started at a sports stadium the masses followed the leaders. and soon, everyone was two stepping. when the beat finally ended, the masses continued on their way as if nothing happened, the moment forgotten by the hustle and bustle, until...

REWIND SELECTAH!
 
Dear Jorn

By: Nicholas Sparks

There once was a kid who was the epitome of badass. He talked badass, he walked badass and he even looked like he was a badass. Everyone was afraid of him, and when he made threats, they were more like promises. Because he always made good on his threats.

It was summer time and he carried around his bankai blade, just so he could look cool on the boardwalk and swing it around in the air. The badassness of the whole situation eclipsed the fact that he was basically a child inside. He wanted to be held and loved and stroked by beautiful girls whom he would impress with dinners of McDonald's and Taco Bell.

One day a beautiful asian girl was standing on the pier and she dropped her purse in the water. The pussy that was with her did nothing, but Jorn was a noble man and jumped in after the purse and saved it for her. All her shit was wet.

"Here," said Jorn. "I will talk to all your shit, the hot air will surely dry your purse out."

"Why thank you!" Said the girl, "I am so glad that you were here, but... what happened to your face?"

Jorn winced, "You noticed..."

"I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I didn't mean to offend you..."

He sighed and prepared to break down his walls. "I... I got my head stuck in a vice when I was young. It made all my facial features kind of 'squish' together. I understand if you want to leave now."

But she stayed, Kanyeh stayed for 2 glorious weeks, which was just enough time to fall deeply in love with him.
Then, Jorn got a telegram, he had to ship out for a 2 year deployment in china to hone his bankai skills. Kanyeh had a stellar idea.

"Jorn, We will write each other everyday, so it will feel like I'm right there with you!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, my darling, I promise to write everyday and let you know everything that is going on at all times! We can make this work..."

But it never did work out in the end. Jorn was illiterate, this is the first letter Kanyeh received...

Letter.jpg



Needless to say, she didn't write back.
 
Dear Jorn

By: Nicholas Sparks

There once was a kid who was the epitome of badass. He talked badass, he walked badass and he even looked like he was a badass. Everyone was afraid of him, and when he made threats, they were more like promises. Because he always made good on his threats.

It was summer time and he carried around his bankai blade, just so he could look cool on the boardwalk and swing it around in the air. The badassness of the whole situation eclipsed the fact that he was basically a child inside. He wanted to be held and loved and stroked by beautiful girls whom he would impress with dinners of McDonald's and Taco Bell.

One day a beautiful asian girl was standing on the pier and she dropped her purse in the water. The pussy that was with her did nothing, but Jorn was a noble man and jumped in after the purse and saved it for her. All her shit was wet.

"Here," said Jorn. "I will talk to all your shit, the hot air will surely dry your purse out."

"Why thank you!" Said the girl, "I am so glad that you were here, but... what happened to your face?"

Jorn winced, "You noticed..."

"I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I didn't mean to offend you..."

He sighed and prepared to break down his walls. "I... I got my head stuck in a vice when I was young. It made all my facial features kind of 'squish' together. I understand if you want to leave now."

But she stayed, Kanyeh stayed for 2 glorious weeks, which was just enough time to fall deeply in love with him.
Then, Jorn got a telegram, he had to ship out for a 2 year deployment in china to hone his bankai skills. Kanyeh had a stellar idea.

"Jorn, We will write each other everyday, so it will feel like I'm right there with you!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, my darling, I promise to write everyday and let you know everything that is going on at all times! We can make this work..."

But it never did work out in the end. Jorn was illiterate, this is the first letter Kanyeh received...

Letter.jpg



Needless to say, she didn't write back.

you are winning the internet right now
 
Having sifted through the veritable gold mine that was featured here, I was struck by the verve of the one "Aberrant Love" by S.R.L.Destinizish and decided I should shine a light on a few excerpts of particular merit.

...there was a pulchritudinus knock at the door. Master Chief opened it and stood there huskily for a moment, before falling to the floor...

Laudable use of Mots Juste build tension to a near fever pitch before literally "falling to the floor". Exquisite!

..."I'm sorry for the resplendent shock. I've been shipwrecked on a beautiful island for the last ten years, living like a shining duck which eats all ugly things and banishes them to hell.

Fantastic use of imagery here thematically coupling "resplendent" with "shining" while contrasting the beauty of the "island" with the ugliness of all "things" which are so. The result is a passage pregnant with the semblance of meaning: Is the shining duck the paragon up to which the island is being held? the banishment of the ugly things to their proper place? or maybe even...both!

...I was only rescued last week." He paused.

Then suddenly you are wrested from the dream you've been lulled into, brought back to the the immediacy of the situation at hand. Masterful story telling at it's finest.

...They embraced jovially and vowed to never be parted again...

Finally the long awaited-for conclusion! A tour de force of emotion sweeps over the reader, then...all is bewitching.

I hope I've inspired some of you to read(or even re-read with a greater appreciation) this under-recognized story of apprehension...and of reunion by a gifted and truly talented author.

Thank you, and good night.
 
Due to recent events in my life, I've be re-inspired to writing poetry again. I've written 4 poems in the past two days, and I'd like to share some and explain the reasoning. In my opinion, I need a lot of work- and a better understanding of how poems should be written. So any critique is accepted;

My Friends:
This poem was inspired from my best friends, and the way they live their lives- and how I used to. I'm not discriminating on how people live their lives- but their are wrong choices, and my friends and I have made plenty. So with that, enjoy--

My Friends

The best of friends, and the best of people
Though mistakes and consequences have written evil
Misjudged, miss-raised, and misguided
There really was no chance, and other way to fight it
Sucked into the rough, and cold side of Earth
The dark, the horrid, the vile people lurk
Though my friends, you are all different
But the persona you play does have a limit
My limit has come and has done me good
I only pray that it will do the same, especially for "my hood"
Through thick and thin, your words and strength have been there
Though, eventually, the cold world will tear
Tear at you, and tear at them- tear from hell that tears up men
I wish I could save, and lend my hand
But you've decided your truths, and can stand as your own man
I respect that, and ask for the same in return
One day I pray you will see what I've learned
This world should be blessed, and painless, and happy
But instead we've lived the sour, tormented, and in vanity
Life should not be of pain, and guns, and drugs, and substances
But love, and friendship, and the special instances
Though strong at heart, but weak in the mind
My friends, I pray for you til' the end of time​

This poem is to my girlfriend, and it's explaining what she means to me. I've been with her for 2years now, and I love her even more. We're having some major problems though, and we're trying to tough it out. This poem is actually a first in a series I'm calling "The Days." For Valentines day, I want to do something a little special for her, and write a poem everyday of her from Feb 1st, to Feb 14th. This poem is Day 1, so hope you enjoy.;
Day One:
Oh that beauty, that angel on Earth
Smile like a fire, elegant since birth
Aroma like a drug, complete with beauty doses
Voice ever so sweet, attracts like a dozen roses
You are truly the one replica of gorgeous
And every man, woman and child sees, hears and knows this
You are so sleek, so superb, so slender
My grace, my number one, my only heart contender
There is no other, and no contest against you
Compared to anyone else, you're the only red as they are all blues
Red for love, and passion, and and for the ever-lasting desire
Blue is for nothing, no comparison, no sign of fire
I love you so- and so long I will
Forever isn't enough time, to show you how I feel
No description of my words can ever pierce the truth of my love
For you are the soaring, peace-a white dove
My Nicole, oh the name has never sounded so sweet
Ever since the first day, when your sight knocked me off my feet
I love you, and love you and love you till' the end of me
I love you, I love you, I love you, I could scream for an eternity​
 
Ah, I kinda understand those feelings. Minus having the girlfriend lol.
But regardless, the message means you're nothing without them.
Good to see that you're grateful of good company. Cheers.
 
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