Catch all for my stuffles

[Chibichibi]

*sexes Shrike*

[Shrike7]

WOOT!

*likes it*

[Chibichibi]

new poem!

I wish for a woman with radiant hair
And skin so soft and fair.
I wish for a woman with luminous eyes
And a desire to watch the skies.
I wish for a woman to hold close by
To touch and kiss and sigh.
How I miss a woman’s touch
This, I miss so much.
A warm embrace under the sun
When the day is said and done.
Those soft curves and tender strokes
While the incense before us smokes.
A languid sigh, a naked stretch,
Caught forever in a sketch…
But alas, she is not here
That woman I wish to hold dear.

[Chibichibi]

Sooo...... this is based off of a dream i had the other night.

Just the start, I know i want to continue it, but I need feedback first. Especially for the description of the Aliens.





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The name of the ship was Galaxy Wanderer though she did more than just wander. She was a battle cruiser, sent to the third planet in an unremarkable system as a gesture of good will from the home of the Klarrins, which is their word for people.

These beings are humanoid in shape, but only in shape, and one of the few in the universe to be so. Their skin is varying shades of orange, and the darker the shade, the higher the caste. The eyes are yellow or green, and slit pupiled. They don’t have hair, instead they have a myriad of dreadlock like tentacles that can be moved independently, sort of like the humans’ mythos of the medusa, in a variety of colors. They share the same mammalian body plan as humans too, with all of the dangling extremities that entails. They reproduce in much the same manner, although they lay eggs instead of giving live birth. And usually only one child per family.

I am a twin. I was born from the same egg as my brother, though a lower caste than he. So when the chance came to leave the burnt umber soil and the branchless trees of my home, I took it. I left to journey to that insignificant, backwater blue planet called Earth by the pink, soft, and fleshy sapient inhabitants.

[Dragontear]

"Cowboy Cassonova":
It looks like a cautionary tale with a good use of metaphor for characters, and done very well. :3 The foolish one paid for her arrogance and ignorance.

'To Hold Dear':
Beautiful, poetic, quite powerful and rather heart-felt. It's easy to relate to if one is lonely.

'Dream Aliens':
It's quite interesting to hear/read the dreams of others, as it can sometimes be massively inspiring for the person as it's a good source of unrestrained imagination. In this case you've described them in a sci-fi realistic manner, and the latter part about an individual deepens their background further, leaving it open to expansion of info and such. :3

I wish I had more to say, but drawing a blank. *Frowny Dragon.* Anyhoo, please keep posting your work Chibi! *Hugs.*

[Chibichibi]

I can haz muffin?

[Dragontear]

..Sure? *Gives a muffin.* Hoped the comment-stuff helped. ^^'

[Chibichibi]

yay Muffin!n -noms-

Yes, yes it did.

[Chibichibi]

Yey for an update :3

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The name of the ship was Galaxy Wanderer though she did more than just wander. She was a battle cruiser, sent to the third planet in an unremarkable system as a gesture of good will from the home of the Klarrins, which is their word for people.

These beings are humanoid in shape, but only in shape, and one of the few in the universe to be so. Their skin is varying shades of orange, and the darker the shade, the higher the caste. The eyes are yellow or green, and slit pupiled. They don’t have hair, instead they have a myriad of dreadlock like tentacles that can be moved independently, sort of like the humans’ mythos of the medusa, in a variety of colors. They share the same mammalian body plan as humans too, with all of the dangling extremities that entails. They reproduce in much the same manner, although they lay eggs instead of giving live birth. And they usually only have one child per family.

I am a twin. I was born from the same egg as my brother, though a lower caste than he. So when the chance came to leave the burnt umber soil and the branchless trees of my home, I took it. I left to journey to that insignificant, backwater blue planet called Earth by the pink, soft, and fleshy sapient inhabitants.

I joined up with the Galaxy Wanderer on her maiden voyage. She was the biggest ship I’d ever seen. And the biggest ship in our section of the galaxy still capable of going atmo. Her creaters were justifiably proud. She was ovaloid in shape, similar to the seagoing ships the humans used to make. Flattering their engineering would be essential if they were going to accept this peace offering and stay out of our corner of the Galaxy.

I’d read about their wars, and their culture, and seen some of their alien movies. I was very apprehensive about going, and about our involvement with them. However, it wasn’t as if we had much choice. If we engaged them in a head on fight, or even simply tried to stay away... they would fight and drag us out of whatever planet we fled to. They weren’t very advanced, but they were determined to never go down without a fight, at least according to their history. This was why the elders’ council decided peaceful negotiations were best. If we made these beings our allies, we wouldn’t have to worry about an invasion.

Or so the council hoped.

But I’d learned their history. I read about what their conquering bands did to the natives of their own species and I wondered, how will this help? If they pushed their own species out of place because of cultural and technological differences, how would they feel about a species far more advanced than they? If I were on the council, I would have voted to turn their entire system into slag. Make sure none of them got away.

But I wasn’t on the council. I was a low caste member of society and I was content with my place. I wanted more though. I wanted to see more than the duty surface of my home. And so... I went to Earth.

I’d never seen a blue planet before. Fish were rare and only fit to be eaten by the wise old men of the council.

[Chibichibi]

Oh look, an update.

The name of the ship was Galaxy Wanderer though she did more than just wander. She was a battle cruiser, sent to the third planet in an unremarkable system as a gesture of good will from the home of the Klarrins, which is their word for people.

These beings are humanoid in shape, but only in shape, and one of the few in the universe to be so. Their skin is varying shades of orange, and the darker the shade, the higher the caste. The eyes are yellow or green, and slit pupiled. They don’t have hair, instead they have a myriad of dreadlock like tentacles that can be moved independently, sort of like the humans’ mythos of the medusa, in a variety of colors. They share the same mammalian body plan as humans too, with all of the dangling extremities that entails. They reproduce in much the same manner, although they lay eggs instead of giving live birth. And they usually only have one child per family.

I am a twin. I was born from the same egg as my brother, though a lower caste than he. So when the chance came to leave the burnt umber soil and the branchless trees of my home, I took it. I left to journey to that insignificant, backwater blue planet called Earth by the pink, soft, and fleshy sapient inhabitants.

I joined up with the Galaxy Wanderer on her maiden voyage. She was the biggest ship I’d ever seen. And the biggest ship in our section of the galaxy still capable of going atmo. Her creaters were justifiably proud. She was ovaloid in shape, similar to the seagoing ships the humans used to make. Flattering their engineering would be essential if they were going to accept this peace offering and stay out of our corner of the Galaxy.

I’d read about their wars, and their culture, and seen some of their alien movies. I was very apprehensive about going, and about our involvement with them. Though it wasn’t like we had much choice. If we engaged them in a head on fight, or even simply tried to stay away... they would fight and drag us out of whatever planet we fled to. They weren’t very advanced, but they were determined to never go down without a fight, at least according to their history. This was why the elders council decided peaceful negotiations were best. If we made these beings our allies, we wouldn’t have to worry about an invasion.

Or so the council hoped.

But I’d learned their history. I read about what their conquering bands did to the natives of of their own species and I wondered, how will this help? If they pushed their own species out of place because of cultural and technological differences, how would they feel about a species far more advanced than they? If I were on the council, I would have voted to turn their entire system into slag. Make sure none of them got away.

But I wasn’t on the council. I was a low caste member of society and I was content with my place. I wanted to see more though. I wanted to see more than the dusty surface of my home. And so I went to Earth.

I’d never seen a blue planet before. Fish were rare and only fit to be eaten by the wise old men of the council. I’d only ever seen one of our fish in a picture, and they are nothing like the fish of Earth. Ours are small and covered in hard bony plates with whiskers and a jawed mouth with multiple layers of teeth. They only have a tail fin, none of the other fins like Earth fish have. I’m told that our fish bear a remarkable similarity with an earth species called shrimp.

I don’t think they are all that similar, to be honest. I have seen Earth shrimp and they are nothing like the Gorchak fish. Earth has more diversity than my home too. Billions of species and many of them adapted for the same ecological niche!

There are even venomous species that can kill some of the larger mammals with just one bite. I’m amazed that anything on this planet has survived. The evolution of the prey is just as kinyessu, confusing. I made plans to visit as many human museums and zoos as I could. I wanted to see and to learn as much as possible about this odd planet.

But the first thing I had to do was get off of mine. And my parents weren’t exactly pleased by my decision. My brother runs off to join the Corps Officers, and he’s praised. I join the Corps fleet as a low soldier and they cry about their last son losing his life on some far distant planet.

“I will not have my last son dying on some wet planet,” My father thumped around on his one good leg and his crutches, having refused the cybernetic prosthetic when he lost it in the Loria skirmishes. “You need to stay here. Take up the family business.”

“Father, we grow Trinia trees for the people to eat. This isn’t the life I want,” I protested. “Besides, you and mother can still have another child. The edicts are different for twins. You can still have someone to look after the trees.”

My mother smiled at me before speaking, “You and your brother are just like your Father, Taavan. I think it will be nice to have both of you boys out of the house for a change.” She cast a look at my Father, “Don’t you think so, Deenin?”

His cheeks went a little more orange and I threw up my hands in disgust as he tried to formulate a proper reply to my mother. When he couldn’t she just laughed at him and I had to leave the room.

I know what they had to go through to get to my brother and I, but I’d really rather not be reminded of it. Besides, I now had the perfect opportunity to sneak off and get myself to the recruitment center.

[Chibichibi]

Oh look. I wrote stuff. A harry Potter Fanfic me and a friend are working on. Will eventually be Draco/Harry
...

In that order.

Right now it's Severus and his wife having childbearing problems.

Spoiler

Severus sat with an arm around his wife in the waiting room of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists. “Stupid Muggles,” he muttered under his breath as he stared around at all of the other couples with their happy faces and their glowing emotions. Husbands and wives and children all talking excitedly to each other, the chatter causing a headache to grow from his left eye and spread to his temples. “What are those contraptions they’re playing with?”

Evelyn shook her head and looked up at him, “They aren’t that bad, Severus. You must admit that traveling by muggle car is much easier on the body than portkey,” she gave him a broad smile and continued in a quieter voice, “you know I don’t like to apparate, every time I floo I end up covered in soot, and portkeys make me sick.”

“I know, but-”

“No buts, Severus,” she turned back to her Pregnancy and Newborn magazine and when a soft smile graced her features, Severus let his side of the argument drop and he shifted in his seat to stare at a rather unusual looking plant.

Strange. he thought, I’ve never seen a Ficus benjamina look so healthy. They usually die if you so much as sneeze on them. He reached a cautious hand out to feel one of the leaves and nearly jerked his hand back at the strange texture. He looked over at his wife, who was still blissfully perusing her magazine, before he looked back at the odd fig tree. This is not natural. He rubbed the leaf between his fingers and reached out to touch the bark and then the soil. To his surprise there was no soil in the pot, only a springy brown material. While he was musing to himself over the unnatural state of the plant he heard his name being called.

“Mr. and Mrs. Snape? Please follow me.” A older brunette woman led them down a hallway and ushered them into a door. “The doctor will be with you shortly,” she smiled and closed the door behind her.

The potions Master frowned at the door as if he could make the doctor suddenly appear. “I wish there was a specialist in our world who could help us with the problems we’ve been having. If magic can’t help us, I don’t see how these muggle barbarities are going to help.”

“Well there’s not,” the blonde woman gave him a pointed look, “This is our last hope. You know he’s going to get rid of me if I lose one more.”

“There’s no proof of that,” he protested.

“Of course there’s no proof but Dolohov is on his third wife! His third. Obviously the man is at fault but your master is so archaic that it must be the woman who is the problem.” She gave a little snort of derision, “But of course she’s sleeping around on him, why else would they be on their third child? Or what about Yaxley! They had just announced her pregnancy when she came down with a case of Dragon Pox and died! You don’t get Dragon Pox in your thirties, it’s a childhood illness! Where would she have contracted it?”

“I think maybe your nerves are getting the better of you,” he replied but he knew that time was winding down for them and he had no words of comfort for his wife. He just steeled himself to doing whatever it took with these muggle procedures to keep her with him.

The door swung open before she could reply and in stepped a handsome young man in green scrubs with a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. He tapped the pen on the clipboard a few times, letting the door swing shut, before he sat down in a chair opposite the couple. “I’m glad you came to us. I know you’re having issues with this, but let me assure you that we are a hybrid clinic. I’m a half-blood, yes. My father was a surgical obstetrician and I followed in his footsteps. I went to Hogwarts and in addition to my muggle training I also became a board certified Healer.”

[Chibichibi]

Oh look. Borderlands 2 sillies.
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“Dude, Bro. What are you?”

“What is it you mean? I am who I always am. Just another soul.”

“You have three fingers and I haven’t seen you eat anything the entire week we’ve been on this train.” Axton steepled his fingers and stared at the being sitting across from him. “Are you human?”

“That is the question. What is it to be human? I cannot answer.”

The commando growled to himself as a small, digital, smilie face appeared over Zer0’s mask. “Where did you come from, originally, I mean. What planet?”

“This rumbling train, the noises stifle your speech. Could you please repeat?” A small question mark glowed red for a moment before winking out.

Axton sighed, this was getting him nowhere. “So why are you here now?”

“Heard all the rumors. The Vault is a great challenge, who needs the riches?”

Axton nodded, here was something they could talk about. “The riches are the unimportant part. It’s the glory that gets the blood pumping. Taking down the enemy with nothing more than the gun in your hand and the sweat off your back.”

There was a snort and a giggle from the other end of the compartment. “And the stench of your pits!” The young mechanic, Gaige, looked up from braiding Maya’s hair to stick her tongue out at him. Her pigtails were already up in two small braids.

“‘The stench of your pits’? What does the mechanic mean? What are pits, Axton?” The small question mark was back hovering in front of Zer0’s mask.

This sent Gaige off into peals of laughter and even had Maya cracking a smile. Axton rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Armpits, bro. The crease of your arm with all the hair and sweat. It stinks if you don’t wear enough deodorant.”

“You have body hair? This is most unusual. Hm, what is it like?”

Axton ground his teeth in frustration. The skinny little whatever he was was starting to piss him off. “Look, Dude. I know you aren’t stupid. You’ve been on this planet longer than we have. Quit with the ignorant act. And stop fucking speaking in haiku!”

Another smiling face hovered over Zer0’s face, “No.”

Axton dug his fingers into his short, not exactly military hair and tugged. “You. You make me want to tear what little hair I have left out. Why? Why do you insist on annoying me?”

Zer0 shrugged, “As easy target. You take things seriously, and anger quickly.”

Axton sighed, “You got me there. Alright let’s... wait... what was that noise?” A explosion of some kind reverberated throughout the train.

The smiley face was back hovering over Zer0’s face, “Bandits!”

[Chibichibi]

Oh look. Depression. This is from a Tron-verse that a friend and I made. Just... go with it, if you're gonna read it. I poured my soul into this and it cut me to the bone. It's basically a way to try and help me get over what happened to Daddy.

I'm not sure if it worked.



so, FYI
Jakk = Clu+Kevin's son
Delilah = Tron and Sam's
Kaya = Quorra+Shaddox
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When Jakk’s cell phone rang at half past three am in the summer of his thirtieth year he received the last phone call he ever thought he’d get.

“Jakk?” Delilah’s voice sounded rough, hopeless, like she’d been crying.

His sleepiness dashed away he sat up and put her on speaker, shaking his wife, Kaya, awake as he did so. “Delilah, honey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s... dad.” her voice broke off into another sob.

“It’s okay, just tell me what’s going on.”

“He... After we came home from the Grid this morning he collapsed. He wasn’t breathing, they’re trying to... Oh God...” He could just imagine her wringing her hair in her hands, trying to stop breaking down.

Jakk exchanged a brief glance with his still sleepy-eyed wife, “We’ll be there soon. Hold on, sweetie. They’re the best Doctors around. They’ll bring him back.”

“A... all right. I’ll see you soon.”

Jakk was already scrambling into his clothes as the line went dead, “Kaya, love, please go get my parents and yours. They’re going to want to be here, and I think Delilah and Tron are going to need all of us.”

Over at the hospital Delilah cupped Sam’s slowly purpling face in her left hand, “C’mon dad. This isn’t funny. Papa doesn’t think so either. You just... you gotta wake up.” She’d been crying for hours and yet there seemed to be no end to to her tears.

One of the machines beeped and went silent. Others began to whine and suddenly she was being pushed aside by one of the nurses and she stumbled away from the bed, unable to see clearly. Her Papa was holding her, talking quietly to her, nonsense words but the sound of them was soothing, reminding her of easier times.

Then, suddenly, the frenzied movement around the bed stilled and one machine above the others let out it’s high pitched whine.

“Ma’am?” One of the nurses tapped her on the shoulder.

The noise stopped.

“What? No. No nononono. Don’t... you can’t.” Delilah muttered frantically as one of the other nurses looked at the clock and wrote something down on his sheet. “You’re... this isn’t right. Fix it. You have to fix it, that’s why we’re here!”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry. He’s gone. There’s nothing more that we could have done.” The nurse’s voice was calm, soothing.

Delilah shoved her way past the woman to the bed and felt her face heat and the tears begin again. “Daddy?” She said softly, “Daddy, this isn’t funny. You need to wake up now, ok?” She briefly caught movement out of the corner of her eye as the nurses left and pulled the door of the emergency room shut. “C’mon dad. Please? Please wake up. You have to. I can’t do this without you. Tron can’t do this without you. You can’t leave us.” Her voice began to rise in volume. “Daddy!” she wailed, “Dad, I need you. Daddy, please don’t leave me! Daddy! God, oh God, Daddy! Daddy, please wake up! Daddy!” She reached trembling hands out to his face, felt his cool skin and began to sob harder. “Daddy don’t go! Please don’t leave me alone.”

A timid knock at the door brought Tron out of his stoic grief. He stepped over and pulled Jakk inside. There was a wild, hopeful gaze on Jakk’s face and Tron shook his head. The expression crumpled and he walked over to Delilah and put his arms about her, crying his own loss into her shoulder.

Tron just stood there, tears leaking from his eyes. What is there for me to do? He was the one who held her after her scrapes and injuries as a child. I don’t know what to do. Oh, Users, what do I do?

When Alan arrived, Tron watched as his former User’s eyes widened and tears began to fall. The pain and loss on the other man’s face was too much for him and he turned away to wait for the rest of the family.

The two young ones sat in the corner of the room; Delilah was rocking back and forth as Jakk tried to comfort her when the rest of the family showed up.

“He left me,” she cried, “Why did you have to leave me alone, Daddy?” Kevin went to his granddaughter as the others stood around the bed. Kevin helped her to her feet and pulled her into a tight embrace. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m still here. We’re all here. We love you and I know he did too.”

Kaya pulled Jakk to her, cradling him in her arms as Kevin drew Delilah aside.

“Granpa, please don’t leave me.” She wept into his chest, clinging to him as tightly as she could.

“Oh, sweetie. I don’t plan on leaving for a while. Still too many things to do, ok?”

She nodded, smearing his chest with tears and snot. “Daddy had so many things he wanted to do too. He was going to help me fix my motorcycle and take me skydiving again tomorrow and he was just... he had so many plans and he and Papa were so happy together. He had so many projects and things he loved and things he was going to do...”

Clu stood silent as all around him, family wept their grief. After having years of getting to know him, he loved the boy almost as much as he loved his son. It seemed so long ago that this young brat had burst into his life and saved him though he had not meant to. He placed his hand on Sam’s cheek, staring at the closed eyes, feeling the coolness of his skin, and cried.

[Chibichibi]

I AM A DERP AND A GOOB. HAVE SOME ORIGINAL FICTION.

He’s been sitting here for three days.

Watching.

The target hasn’t noticed that he’s there. With his urban camouflage, he fit right in with all the other punks that spend their time bumming around the city. His dark red hoodie covers his face and the jeans he’s wearing sag off of his waist.

If only his boss could see him now. These clothes are a far cry from the suits and silk ties he always wear to work. He was glad he could find a white collar job that he could spend working at night.

Though it wasn’t daytime that would do him in. It would be the sunlight. It would break the perfectly crafted illusion around himself. Vampires burned in the sunlight, werewolves thrived in it, ghouls were crepuscular. Unseelie Sidhe like himself, however... the sunlight would reveal him for what he was, and then the cold iron saturating the city would kill him. He was thankful again for the hoodie and the shade.

He could already feel his shields starting to falter.

There! The target is leaving his apartment. One of the Bright Court, a Seelie Sidhe. And not one of the high elves either. A trickster, a faerie. Bound by blood to one of the high houses and not affected at all by the sunlight. Strengthened by it.

The target takes a quick look around and a deep breath of air before he opens a portal, a gash of blue in the air, and steps through.

That was his cue. He slashes his own portal, red and black, and steps quickly through it, haste nipping at his ankles. Within a few minutes he’s caught up to the fae and prepared himself to strike. This is it. He will never get a more perfect opportunity.

He grabs for the unprotected back, intending to grapple his opponent. His arms swing through empty air, leaving him baffled and confused... and then angry. He has been tricked. This glittering sparkling fool has managed to trick a High Elf of the Dark Court. Is he truly so predictable?

A laugh behind him causes him to twirl, to stare at the fae who has eluded him again. He glares at the idiot, who hovers a foot above the ground on bright green dragonfly wings. Then he snorts and turns away. The game could wait.

“You’ll never catch me like this.” The simpleton calls out to him, “You’ll need to try some new tricks if you want to get me.”

He refuses to answer. This was part of the game he would win. He has lost these little battles before, by giving into the taunts. Today was not going to be that day. He turns on his heel and opens that red gash again and steps through to his own home Underhill. He will try again tomorrow, since he had a few days away from his mortal job.

As he relaxes in his chair he shakes his head and wonders what in all the realms had possessed him to try and court a flighty Faerie.