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Of Keyblade Wielders and CatDogs - Terra's StoryTerra, who had just finished conversing with Master Xehanort at the Keyblade Graveyard was traveling in his Keyblade Glider, Earthshaker to his next destination but sees a strange world in front of him. The top of the world resembles a fish mashed together with a bone. Curious, Terra decided to have a look at this world. "Maybe who or whatever lives in this world could tell me where I'm going?" So he decided to have a look at this world and land on it.
The world opens up with a strange yellow and orange creature with a cat head on one end and a dog head on the other looking outside from their fish-bone house, only to find that a garbage truck was heading down from the road and the dog half of the creature decided to chase after it.
Terra arrives at the world and didn't see the garbage truck coming towards him until he heard it blow it's horn. Terra instantly backed off and saw the garbage truck being pursued by the strange two-headed creature.
"My body, ugh!" "My body, ouch!" said the
The Tiger Reviews: Mega Babies
This is my first review of perhaps, anything. Anyhow, I'm reviewing an obscure yet very terrible late 90s/early 2000s cartoon that aired on Fox Family Channel called Mega Babies.
While most people complain about all new cartoons being crappy and all old cartoons were better, this old cartoon was crappy...VERY...VERY...CRAPPY!!!
The show focuses on three babies, Meg, Derrick and Buck and their care-giver's name is Nurse Lazlo. According to the show's intro, they were mutated when the planets aligned with each other and got struck by lighting and since then, the 3 babies and their nurse had all kinds of very weird and gross superpowers.
The show itself is the kind that you can puke real easy. I know there were shows during the 90s that did had gross humor like Rocko's Modern Life, Cow and Chicken, Aah!! Real Monsters, Duckman, Courage The Cowardly Dog, CatDog, Ed, Edd N' Eddy and the fathers of gross humor themselves, Ren and Stimpy.
But those shows were tamer in comparison to this one!!
In the (mostly) animal dominated city of Jelliepolis, Suki Higurashi, Amy Cat, Sarah Dog, Lulu Gaulweather and Barbara Clarke we're looking for Gomang, a medicinal plant native to the jungle for their sick friends and family members.
One Jump Ahead[Marco:] Gotta keep
One jump ahead of the breadline
One swing ahead of the sword
I steal only what I can't afford
( That's Everything! )
One jump ahead of the lawmen
That's all, and that's no joke
These guys don't appreciate I'm broke
[Crowd:] Riffraffs! Street rats! Scoundrels! Take that!
[Jonah:] Just a little snack, guys
[Crowd:] Rip him open, take it back, guys
[Marco:] I can take a hint, gotta face the facts
You're my only friends, Benjamin, Pandora Thea, Geronimo and Trap!
[Ladies:] Oh it's sad Marco Sora, Lucius Samax, Jonathan, Jonah Skellington and Kenki Omichi's hit the bottom
They become group rise in crime
I'd blame parents except they hasn't got 'em
[Marco:] Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat
Tell you all about it when I got the time!
One jump ahead of the slowpokes
One skip ahead of my doom
Next time gonna use a nom de plume
One jump ahead of the hitmen
One hit ahead of the flock
I think I'll take a stroll around the block
[Crowd:] Stop, thief! Van
What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse
Their skin's a hellish red
They're only good when dead
They're vermin, as I said
They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Drive them from our shore!
They're not like you and me
Which means they must be evil
We must sound the drums of war!
They're savages! Savages!
Now we sound the drums of war!
This is what we feared
The paleface is a demon
The only thing they feel at all is greed
Beneath that milky hide
There's emptiness inside
I wonder if they even bleed
They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Killers at the core
They're different from us
Which means they can't be trusted
We must sound the drums of war
They're savages! Savages!
First we deal with this one
Then we sound
Suki songficSuki:] Little town
It's a quiet village
Like the one before
Full of little people
Waking up to say:
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!
[Suki:] There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Ev'ry morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
[Baker:] Good Morning, Suki, Sora, Kairi, Mitchell, Sarah, Amy, Evan, Riku and Felicia!
[Belle:] 'Morning, Monsieur.
[Baker:] Where are you off to?
[Suki:] The bookshop. We just finished the most wonderful story
about a beanstalk and an ogre and a -
[Baker:] That's nice. Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up! )
[Townsfolk:] Look there she goes those kids are strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?
Never part of any crowd
'Cause their heads' up on some cloud
No denying they're a funny group of kids those Suki, Sora, Kairi, Mitchell, Sarah, Amy, Evan, Riku and Felicia!
[Man I:] Bonjour
[Woman I:] Good day
[Man I:] How is
My most hated thingsHere's my most hated things:
Animal and child abusers
The Creation Vs Evolution Debates
FanBoy and Chum-Chum
Dora the Explorer
SpongeBob SqaurePants (after the first 3 seasons and the movie)
Whiny children (children during the 90s were less whiny)
Knock-offs I love like Dingo Pictures
Hate Art of stuff and people I like
Terra X Aqua (Kingdom Hearts)
Parents who don't take the responsibility of their childrens' actions
Pet owners who don't take the responsibility of their their pets' actions
The Derpy Hooves Controversy
Villain X Heroine pairings
The extremely crazy fanbases (e.g. Kingdom Hearts, Nintendo, Sonic, MLP etc.)
The Mighty B!
Tygra X Cheetara (Thundercats)
War and most shoot-out video games
Haters without good reason
Timon and Pumbaa (The TV show)
Ren and Stimpy: Adult Party
Geronimo's Jelliena themeWho's the mouse who's fun and witty
Scoops the news for Jelliepolis and making adventures in Planet Jelliena
Go! .Go! Geronimo!
He's amazing, he's terrific
Watch out world he's cheddarific
He's outta site and in the know .
He's the one we call Geronimo!
Suki and Bianca's dirty feet fun
One day in a wooded area somewhere in Japan, a black and white haired girl named Suki and a blonde girl named Bianca were walking in the woods with tired looks in their faces.
"Boy, my feet are killing me, Bianca!" said Suki
"Mine's too" said Bianca
Suki had an idea. "Say Bianca, how about getting out our shoes and go barefoot"
Bianca agreed and the two girls taken their shoes off and run off to the forest.
The girls' feet were becoming dirty as they kept running on the dirt.
After a while they rested on a rock, Bianca asked Suki "Suki, check my feet?"
Suki checked Bianca's feet and she told them "Boy, they're very dirty!"
And Bianca checked Suki's feet and she said "Yours are also very dirty!"
But Bianca and Suki really liked their dirty feet and decided to find their boyfriends, Cheren and Marco who found their shoes.
The boys found the girls sitting on the rock and the girls surprise them by teasing them with their dirty soles.
The boys immediately blushed at the site of their girlf
Immutable DevotionBound and determined; words that burn me in places that no person should ever experience. "Bound and determined" she says, as though she has any notion of the turmoil; simmering behind every smile that I force for her comfort. I don't think she even realizes how her flamboyant optimism sears me; char upon char, until my remnants are tissue paper tears. Scars layering scars, penetrating so deeply, that my soul has become a leper.
She waffles on; her words distant and hollow, as the ocean of my defeat silently swallows me whole. I can't help but admire her benevolence; formidability that is nothing short of impregnable, if only I had her strength. I'm not a pessimist, though I am a pragmatist; guaranteeing failure in this nefarious skirmish that I did not choose.
For her, I keep my silence; for her, I soldier on. Though I bite my tongue through the copious fusillades that incessantly barrage my feeble and cumbersome carcass; I know I am a coward at heart. If not for her, I would have
What We Thought Was World PeaceI have spent so many years making my way to the top of the legendary mountain to have my one wish granted, world peace. There are so many people in this world that deserve better, and we should all be equal.
I reach the mountain and was greeted by an old man, “What brings you to my mountain?”
“I would like to make my wish. It is just like the legends foretold; I have spent a year of my life climbing up the throat of the world, and now…and now my dream will come true…”
“Now, you should know that the wish you make is final and can’t be reversed. Be careful what you wish for.” The old man told his words with great respect to me.
“Th-the time has come.” I was getting nervous, but at least I knew that there was no wrong way this wish could go.
“Make your wish, young one.”
I clapped my hands together and bowed, “I wish for world peace.” My words were final. And I was proud.
He gave a long sigh an
Old man? "Old man?"
"Could you please tell me of Them? Of your favorite project?"
"Heh. Yes, I suppose I could tell you of them. But you heard this story many times.
Don't you get bored by it?"
The one referred to as Old man is smiling the smile reserved for the quirks of the
young "Alright, alright, settle down." He says "Well, as you know, first I-"
"I don't want to be rude." Said the young one "But can tell me about how it started with Them?"
"Hmph. Oh, alright." Says the Old man with only mild irritation in his voice."Well, at first it was just a hobby, you know?
Something to pass the time. But, as I kept them for longer and longer my interest in them grew: A sociable species is
nothing new, and neither is adapting to your surroundings." The Old man's face spread with a slow grin that was
barely insane "But a species that adapted it's surrounding to itself, not the othe
Winter's Cold TouchI walk to the front door of my house; the cold wind gives me shivers. I grab the golden nob and crank it open. A gust of warm air hits my face, prickling away my goose bumps. When I enter, I strip of my heavy coat and boots to keep the house from my wet clothing. My feet touch the tile and sends jolts up my spine due to its icy resemblance. I walk to the kitchen and warm some water in the microwave to make hot chocolate. I wait as the whirring of the heater turns on, warming the house. The water is done; I drop spoons of starchy powder into the smooth hot wavering water. The exes floating powder entered my nose; I take in the scent of sweet chocolate, but soon close the lid. The couch at the end of the room is beckoning me. As I drift to where it sit, I pass the glass window and watch the meek raindrops beat against the glass. Slowly, I lower myself onto the couch and cuddle with the cushions, which were lightly sprinkled with a cold that soon dissolves by my touch. As the house fell s
El humano y el gato. El gato y el humano. El reloj de pared marcaba las tres de la madrugada. Su monótono tick-tack no le estaba ayudando a dormirse y, a cada movimiento del sonoro segundero, sus nervios crecían más y más, incitados por el imparable correteo del tiempo. Sin poder soportarlo más, Naviel se levantó de la cama con la torpeza de quien ha estado bebiendo. En el escaso espacio hasta llegar a la puerta pudo tropezarse con una lata de cerveza vacía y con algún cojín al que anteriormente le había declarado la guerra, cuando su enfado y el efecto del alcohol todavía eran recientes.
Desarreglado y con bolsas bajo los ojos, el joven salió de su desastrosa habitación para dirigirse al jardín interior de su casa -o, mejor dicho, de la casa que compartía con sus tres compañeros de banda-. Subió las escaleras que se dirigían a la terraza y, una vez allí, saltó un pequeño muro. Así, pudo sen
Escala de coloresTodo parece tan poco interesante, visto desde aquí. Desde mis ojos. Vengo de un mundo lleno de destellos en la oscuridad e historias que contar, y ahora me encuentro esto.
Una exclamación me llama torpemente, como si hacerle caso fuera lo más sensato. Eso es lo que hace la gente. Pero yo miro y miro... y no veo nada. Es todo gris. Impersonal. Frío. Distante. Hasta las luces blancas de la entrada me parecen pintadas en la pared, de imitación, como para dar el pego.
Entro y me encuentro lo que ya conozco. Pasillos, focos reflejados en el suelo, puertas, escaparates, muñecos que parecen personas y personas que parecen muñecos. Todavía no sé distinguirlos muy bien. No les pongo cara. Los veo todos iguales... Grises. Negros. Blancos. Qué más da.
Todo es tan igual, tan repetitivo que me pierdo aunque siga todo recto. Todo distrae, todo engaña y todo grita con todas sus fuerzas para llamar la atención.
Be your own life's MichelangeloBe your own life's Michelangelo
I just had 16 years old, and I just lost two of the poeple I cared the most about : My grandparents. It's the first time that I loose someone I old dear... I don't really know how to react, I always had a tendency to look in the past and grief... This didn't help this habit of mine at all... Once again, I though about what I could have said, or done. What I did, and said, and what I couln't now. Me, that was always kind of the phylosopher, I should have use that time with them, to ask, talk about, what they saw life as... I could have, I should have... I can't anymore, and it hurt me, that I have been so naive to think I could have the time later.
I was always the kind to let myself floating in the river of life, and then, complain about what life had taken me...
It's some month that I use this to shot poeple out...
One day, when I was walking in the city center, I saw a young girl in a street, she seemed to be painting on a wall. Intrigued, I began
One Thousand ClocksI sat in my old desk chair behind the counter, staring at the people walking past the storefront and completely ignoring me. I leaned back and the chair creaked loudly, I grumbled in reply.
“Should get that fixed...” I mumbled under my breath. What would be the point of getting it fixed, though? Why not just buy another chair? I stood up and the chair creaked again. I kicked at it, but it just slid across the floor on it’s wheels a short distance, before hitting the wall.
Slowly walking out from behind the counter, I wandered around my small clock-shop, tweaking hands and tapping glass faces. Some clocks weren’t ticking anymore, in fact there was a large wall in the back of the store filled with clocks that were unusable. The batteries hadn’t run out, they were just not functioning. I couldn’t bear to get rid of them, though. Each clock told some kind of story, and each one was special. A cough rattled my frail body and it t
Retribution (WIP)If there is such a thing as a god, it will have to beg for my forgiveness, due to the existence it created in which I harbor life into, that has the actions taken all around me and too me, in order for my to choose my hand of retribution. I will smite thee, for the sins committed against me. Steel yourself, for the holy, unholy retribution I shall put upon thee. Prepare your Mind and body, for the void of confusion that comes into this life, that I will surely attempt to cast you into with the rage triggered by actions such as yours. Pathetic? No doubt. My emotional outcast is folly. I know not whose life will quench by the end of this, but I do understand somewhat of the stakes I put upon myself. This is retribution.
How Coco and Dingodile fell in loveOne evening in the Wumpa Islands, Coco Bandicoot was walking home from a convention until a bag appeared at her.
Some time later, after the bag was lifted from her, she realized she's tied up and a lazer beam it pointing at her and that she's in the laboratory of her dreaded foe, Dr. Neo Cortex. "Surprise to see me, girl bandicoot who's sibling is that dreadful flea-bitten enemy of mines, that blasted Crash Bandicoot!"
"What do you want with me, Cortex?" Coco said angrily
"To you use you as bait to attract Crash so I can destroy him once and for all!" said Cortex in a evil smile
"I won't let you get away with this, Cortex!" yelled Coco
"I will" He said with an evil smile and plans to start the machine and Coco expected the worse but suddenly the machine didn't start. When he checked who turned off the machine, he was surprised that Dingodile, his former "friend" Dr. N. Brio's creation had turned of the beam.
"So" said Cortex with a displeased look, And he continued "Dingodil
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