Ariel's General Shit thread

[Ariel]

A megathread to call my own. I will post anything I wish to share with you in here.

FANFICTIONS:

Our First, Soul + Maka

Learning, Chrona + Ragnarok

Sleepless, Soul + Maka ONESHOT

Welcome Home, Gakupo + Luka

MOCKS

Sweet Pendumonium - first mock, for SuperJail. Full of Mary-Sue.
Behind This Friendship - terrible SoulXBlack*Star written by a non-English speaker.
Life With Death - badly done KidXOC. Never finished.
New Girl - Soul Eater, but with a whiny fat bitch and horrid grammar.
Bloody Religion - amazingly gorey-yet-boring Naruto fic. Never finished due to boringness.
Never Meant To Be - Soul Eater, Kim becomes an emo bitch to Ox. Full of angst.
What if Kamina Had Lived? - Gurren Lagann lemon (pornographic). Cliche and cheesy as all hell.
Dark Morning - Digimon Frontier horror story OMFG NOES!!!1!1!11
The Cutting Truth - Maka becomes emo and a cutter after she gets raped for unknown reasons, why is this under Soul X Maka?
A Vocaloid Special - Gakupo is suddenly a retarded teenager, and he seeks the love of retarded Luka.

Assorted YouTube videos - NOTE: I did not make these, but I find them entertaining.

Metal Gear Solid: Fight of Metal Gears, a dramatic reading of a terrible fic (with reenacting!)
You Can't Touch Mormon Jesus
Aladin Goes on a Mystic Quest (made by the best person evar at YouTube Poop, I swear to god)
George Carlin's skit of 'Ways to Keep People On Their Toes'

EDIT: And for now, since I have nothing else to say, this thread will be locked until I can contribute to it again.

[Ariel]

I haven't been posting on any forums lately. I guess my mood is still a little sour. Sorry.

I'll post on these forums when I feel like I need to - don't take it wrong. But if I need to help for maintenance or something similar, I will hop on. I'll be like a little helper - who will only be here if she needs to be.

Most of you watch me on dA anyways.

Here. I scribbled this up the other night. It has to do with my OC, Gare.

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"Finally..."
The old man sighed. His life's creation was now complete. Although he was poor, he had still been able to complete what most others could only dream of being able to do - he had created conscious, artificial life.
Of course, this 'life' was made of wood, instead of steel and latex. 'Life' was key-operated and could only keep power for an estimated 18 hours. 'Life' had a spring-cushioned coil inside, alongside a complicatd gear system, a firm-yet-flexible spine of alloy and spongey metal loops, and a homemade, artificial heart crafted of aluminum. That was 'his' interior. Wood, polished and softened gradually to resemble human skin, was 'his' exterior.
The man didn't care. All his long life he had worked on this project, despite the many odds. Yes, he had little money. Yes, he lived in the desolate outskirts of the city. Yes, he had no family. But that's what this project was for.
All he wanted was a son.
His creation had deep green eyes with a slight gray glaze and auburn red hair. His creation had rather pale 'skin' covering it. He had even raised enough money over a few years to make a fully conscious, artificial brain for the boy, and was delighted when it seemed to work. All the man had to do now was to wind him up and get his heart 'beating'.
With anticipation, he slid a rather old-fashioned key into a slot built on the right side of the boy's chest, turning it slowly, every click of a gear making him even more tense. Would this be successful? He bit his lip - this would be no Pinocchio. This boy would not be a hollow vessel. He had energy. He had a brain. He would be competant and intelligent, not some wooden puppet or mannequin. He would appear normal - even with ball-and-socket joints being used for all joints.
Most importantly, this was no empty puppet coming alive with magic. It was years of effort waking under technology. It didn't matter to the old man that he would have to teach his creation everything - that was what he wanted. That was one joy of finally being a father.
The final click sounded from the gears. Pulling the key out, he studied the rotating gears though a see-though panel on the left sode of the boy's chest - they were fully turning, causing the mechanical heart to click on, sending a surge of power throughout the inner metal frame and up towards a brain.
The man stepped back, fixing a small pair of glasses on his nose and straightening a gray lab coat. For a man who was more of a mechanic than a scientist, he had done extremely well. Brushing sawdust and smoke from his coat - revealing a small embroidered nametag reading 'Dmitriy' - excitement filled his eyes. This was it.
The young 'boy' in front of him's eyes flickered open. His fingers twitched, his mouth opening slightly, as if to breathe. Suddenly, he jerked up from his lying position on the 'operating' table, looking around the room frantically, as if he were trapped. His eyes widened in fear, the most primal of human emotions, as his searching became more fast-paced.
"Calm, calm!" Dmitriy said to the boy firmly, setting his hands of his shoulders. "You have no need to panic. There is nothing to be afraid of at all here, this is home." A soft smile came to his face, "You do not understand me, do you?"
The boy shook for a minute before calming down, his shoulders dropping. What were these noises that the man was making? A form of communication? Could he do that?
"A-ah... h-he..." he grunted, the only thing he could muster that could compare to this 'voice'. He shook his head quickly, red hair flying through the air with his head as he tried to think. Where was he? Who was he?
Dmitriy quickly grabbed the boy's head to calm him down. "Gare," he mused softly, happy with the name he had made for him, "Could you please say 'hello'?" He released him again and waved one of his hands slowly, "Hel-lo... like that. Could you do that?"
Gare, as he was now called, looked and one of his hands and raised it up for a quick wave. "He... o?" he tried imitating, wondering why it wad come out wrong. "Hleo? H-he.. llom?" He tilted his head to the side slightly and waved again, "...Hello...?"
"Hello to you as well," Dmitriy replied, smiling. He took Gare's hand into his own, "Gare. You are Gare." He looked up to him, "Can you say that? Geh-rr." He then took his other hand and pointed to himself, "Father. Fah-thurr. Please try."