Collab part 1Laic sat quietly in her chambers, the smell of incense and candles strong in the air while she meditated. She sat cross legged apon a large pillow made especially for her meditations. They would be arriving at the rendezvous point with the Moshathra soon and she wanted to make some final preparations before they arrived. Her eyes closed, she focused her mind to become one with Cetanu. She had disabled everything that could possibly disrupt her while she worked. But a sudden sharp clanging at her portal caused her snarl to angrily. Who dare intrude on her meditations so impetuously! "Come!" she growled, fully prepared to tear off the arm of whoever had interupted her. She stood and turned, she was wearing nothing but a medallion around her neck, to see the wrech.Collab part 19 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
But she calmed when she saw it was ship's counselor, F'lar. She rather liked the small and frail appearing male. Many called him an ooman with a pretty face, she could see how he had recieved that nickname. I remember hearing h
Union - LyricsLoneliness is what I feelUnion - Lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Though, I just need you
To chase all the ghosts I fear
I have to go through
This ordeal of dreams
Joy's not what it seems!
My life's a taste of Hell
But Heaven's all around
Why, Oh why, Samael
Did you waken my soul?
Unseen by the ones I love
I've got so much time
To think and to stroke the dove
Could this dream be mine?
Meadows are at reach
When Hell we beseech
My life's a taste of Hell
But Heaven's all around
Why, Oh why, Samael
Did you waken my soul?
Being the loving one
Means being all alone
Caring for everyone
Now who cares for your soul?
Incinerate our Hell
Build Heaven together
Break our protective shell
We will be even greater!
Warhammer 40k PrimerThe Warhammer 40k Primer: describing the numerous factions and races in the Warhammer 40k universeWarhammer 40k Primer6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By- Kingdoms Shield
It is The 41 millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battle fleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the manifestation of the Emperors will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest among them are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineere
Where Lie LiesLove be not proud; for those who might call thee divineWhere Lie Lies4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or lovely are not so. Will you ever offer
Your light to the worthiest? You enjoy to shine
Where poison and mud are melting. Foolish miser!
Rewarding ignorance, arising cowardice,
- You deceiver! You're nothing but the hugest lie
To the gods. I am not longing to roll your dice
Anymore. Weakness and fear, fetters and noose die!
Are not for me. I'm not like you, common human:
My fate will note be bound to one simple orphan.
For to embrace the world in its whole purity,
Your heart has to be true and your eyes to peer through
The mists of human kind. Do not be mislead, though :
I love you more than your love now, I'm truly free!
158 Ways to Annoy your Opp.158 Ways to Annoy Your Opponent (in Warhammer 40k)158 Ways to Annoy your Opp.6 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. In a 1500 point game, pull out a 2000 point army and claim its only 1500.
2. Put a name tag on every single one of your troops, as you move say (ex: "Ok Bob. Move here and kill him")
3. Put Sisters of Battle heads on some of your units and put them off to the side. Claim that they're cheerleaders.
4. Instead of rolling the dice to see what number you get, roll them at enemy units and if you hit one, cheer and claim you killed it.
5. Make your terrain a checker/chess board.
6. Halfway through the game claim your miniatures are tired and need a rest.
7. Field a teddy bear and claim its stats are all 10 (except save, which is 1)
8. Throw a dice at your opponents forehead. Wait for him to complain and say what you got on the dice. (Ex: "Ow! What the hell did you do that for!?" "I GOT A 5!!!")
9. When the opponent wants to start the game, just stare at him.
10. Bring cheerleaders to cheer you on (ex: "Go, Bob, go! You can do
A 40K ChristmasTwas the night before ChristmasA 40K Christmas8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and all through the barracks
not a creature was stirring not even the ferrets.
The servitor stalked through the hallways with care
as though in fear they may be mauled by a bear.
The Space Marines all tucked in tight in their bunks,
dreaming of blowing the 'nids into chunks.
When all of a sudden there arose a great clatter,
I called an Inquisitor to look into the matter.
I ran to the hanger, Laspistol in hand,
and saw a red Thunderhawk with a single white band.
From it there walked a man clad in red,
no sign of a helmet atop his great bearded head.
He carried a sack filled with hundreds of boxes,
and for a moment my fear fell upon poxes,
but then he laughed, in a great 'belly-laugh',
knocking me down, out of reach of my staff.
And then in a time no more than a heartbeat,
he drew out a present and laid it at my feet.
He made his way past the security beams,
giving presents to soldiers who were deep in their dreams.
When he w
Guardian of the Heart:part 1Snow gently drifted through the sky, it was almost like it was dancing a beautiful waltz with the wind. They danced in such a perfect harmony, a dance of true love between two different elements. It always felt like a dream when I watched the snow fall to the ground. Wind and snow were truly meant to be together as such beauty could never be a mistake. I always envied those two elements as they managed to find their perfect match where as I never could.Guardian of the Heart:part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'Hey dyke! It's time to get up and go to school!' my step dad yelled at me. He always called me things like that; ever since I opened up about my sexuality he never used my name but rather called me things like 'dyke' and 'lezzy'. He had always been homophobic, he was the reason I denied myself the truth for so long. I only managed to get the courage to come out of the closet because of my mother; she was just so open minded and knew how to keep my step dad in check. She was the one who told me to be honest with myself and she was right
Summary ExecutionHe ran.Summary Execution5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
He ran in fear, complete fear. A Guardsman of the Imperial Guard. He knew what he was now. A coward. He didnt want to be here. Anywhere but here. He didnt dare look back. Fearful of what he had seen. He had seen Chaos. Ripping apart his comrades in arms. Forever defiling his previous views of war. He had believed the propaganda, and had joined the ranks of the Imperial Guard for the glory and victory. He didnt see any of that back there. All he saw was thousands of men and women being slaughtered. He had seen them dutifully march to their doom. Then the enemy came. Monsters and horrors that were blasphemous and terrifying. Hed seen a girls head explode in a shower of matter, an entire squad incinerated by a flamer, a doll that had until then miraculously survived, only to be stamped out by the skull of a tank crewman. There was no glory. There was no honour. All a lie. So many other things he saw he could not wipe from his mind. And so he ran. Ran
Hopey's Flight - Chapter 1Hopey's Flight - Chapter 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
//by Brett Parsons (VulpineHero)
//Hopey © Zaruchen
A recent rain left the city feeling even more damp and mildewed than usual. Puddles gathered
on the decaying sidewalks and in the potholes of the street. The wet ground reflected the light of the
overhead electric signs with hazy and dull splotches of color. What few cars were on the street at this
hour drove slowly to avoid the dilapidated sections of the road.
Hopey backed into the door to the 24-hour market and pushed it open with her hips, knocking
the bell on the lintel. As she stepped onto the street, she pulled in a deep breath of muggy air. The
humidity was tangible even through her fur. She adjusted the bag of groceries in her grasp and headed
back to her apartment, glancing sideways at a couple low-born humans lurking outside the market.
They had enough metal on their faces to almost be considered augmented high-born. Hopey made a
show of checking the time on her glove computer as she passed by to avoid
EPIC HAIKU QUESTION-A-THON"Just three days behind -EPIC HAIKU QUESTION-A-THON6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Better late than never, right?
Have a platypus!" <3
"My friend, your cat is
Flying through the stratosphere,
Chasing flying fish."
Day 2: (Needed two for this one! xD)
"The cake tells untruths
Because it didn't get loved
In its sad childhood.
Its mission in life
Is to deceive others, but
All it wants is love!"
Day 3: (Points if ye get the reference in this one!)
"A wizard's beard is
As precisely as long as
He means it to be!"
Ode to the sweet stuff:
Chocolate has a bash on tongues.
It's better than sex
Ah, Freddie, my dear,
Wherefore comes thy dandiness?
Gotta be the 'stache. <3
Sugar highs are fun,
But won't make your rocket go!
... Er, that came out wrong.
Day 7: (>D THIS ONE NEEDED TO BE A LIMERICK!)
Shalafi doth think it quite fun
To cause madd'ning bunnies to run
For Raist needs no clone,
He kicks ass alone,
Because THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!
X-Ray eyes see all;
But they still can't see what life
Is really here for.
MidwayHow beautiful the moon looks tonight.Midway5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our angels, the indomitable Davids
Who once challenged Goliath,
Leave only shadows of their glory
As their wings burn out;
They flutter to the sea in defeat,
Our reign here soon will end.
The sky bears true witness to our destruction,
We shall soon disappear into the depths.
Our men leave us on their boats,
Floating between the lines of waves
Like the final notes of our requiem.
The flames of war will consume our bodies,
Leaving our ash to scatter upon the crossroads of the seas.
The evacuation is complete.
May those brave souls live long and prosper,
Or die in glory with due honor.
Perhaps we can, on a higher plane,
Sail again united in unbroken peace.
The decks lie barren; our time has passed.
I look up at the moon, and for once, my heart is quiet.
WildWild eyes, left astray,Wild5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
absent within their own dismisal.
Grips of sanity, lucid pain,
unheard to the negligent victim.
Locked on vanished, past events,
that stumble into relapse.
When all is done and all is good,
we are hit by fatal traps.
Savage and brute, untamed upon touch,
sold on feud and vendetta.
Vein and bent, stares in the mirror,
but who looks back is fiercer.
The Jet-packTorturer's left leg began to itch. This, by itself, wouldnt have been a problem – if Torturer had legs. But instead of thinking about the futility of these phantom feelings, the Raptor just absent-mindedly scratched the cold metal, an armor plate and steel cabling that had replaced living flesh. Iron screeched against iron. The itch persisted, and Torturer hissed quietly. Since the first days of his bionic replacements, in moments of psychic and physical stress, the pain and itch returned – in limbs lost decades ago, as something damned and rotten, afflicting his flight. The lost flesh, cursed it be by the warp, still got in the way.The Jet-pack1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Raptor stood up, and, squeezing a gash in his side, walked towards the window. Curved claws on metallic avian feet scraped against the cracked floor with each step of the injured marine, crushing glass and scrap with an irritating popping sound.
The city was burning. Even the underbellies of the bronze-blood clouds blackened from smo
Chapter 1: A Shield of FaithIt is a point of contention between the Ecclesiarchy and the Adeptus Astartes about the true nature of the Emperor of man-kind. Those Inquisitors and Battle Sisters who serve the church of the Ecclesiarchy believe whole heartedly that the Emperor is a god. A holy being of divinity whose power shows no bounds to those who place their faith in him...Chapter 1: A Shield of Faith6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Adeptus Astartes however believe differently. To them, the Emperor is their greatest living human leader. The most brilliant, powerful and intelligent man ever to walk the universe - but nevertheless, just that... a man.
However, neither side is in doubt as to the awesome power of the Emperor. And despite the Astartes belief that the Emperor is the true embodiment of humanity, they do not deny that faith in him has caused miracles...
None of the Imperial Guard security officers or maintenance mechanics could work out what had caused the Baneblade to lose control and beg
dark Eldar and Orks storyThe swarming tide of Orks fell over the ranks of the Dark Eldar like a rampant wave, crushing more than a few underfoot. The spiked armour of the eldar-kin proved no match for orkoid strength as choppas and klaws brought fourth fountains of crimson into the pre-dawn light, punctuated by small bursts of splinter fire. Watching as mandrakes and warriors were overwhelmed by the brutish creatures, an eldar at the rear of the group broke and fled, pushing his inhuman agility to new heights as he tried to outrun his own apparent fear. The act proved contagious as the rest of the Dark Eldar followed suit, trying to outpace not only the orks behind them but their kin beside them. More than one eldar fell not to the axes of the Orks but to tripping feet and stunning elbows.dark Eldar and Orks story6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Such was the way of the Dark Eldar.
Look at dat, boyz! an ork Nob yelled in triumph, brandishing the massive, blood stained cleaver he called a choppa, Dem eldar runts are too scared to fight! With an
Fucking Shark AnthemFucking Shark Anthem6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
ALL HAI--L THE MOTHER-FUCKING SHA--RKS!
ON THE ASS OF THE JE--TS THEY LEAVE THIER MA--RK!
WE CRUSH AND KILL AND MAIME THE--M,
AND MAKE THE JETS SUCK OUR GE--MS,
WE SPIT IN THIER MOUTHS AND THEY SWALLOW OUR PHLE--GM!
ALL HAIL THE MOTHER-FUCKING SHA--RKS!
ON A MISSION FOR JET BLOOD, WE EMBA--RK!
SOON THEY WILL EXPERIENCE
TOTAL AND COMPLETE SILENCE
WE WILL GIVE THEM AIDS AND BLOODY STOOL!
WE WILL PUT THEM IN COMA BEDS AND WA--TCH THE--M DROO--L!
SOON OUR JET ENEMIES WILL REMA--RK
"ALL HAI--L THE MOTHER-FUCKING SHA--RKS!"
VICTORY WILL BE OUR--S!
NOM NOM NOM,
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH,
NOM NOM NOM,
FUCK FUCK FUCK,
RAR RAR RAR,
KILL THE JETS!
KILL THE JETS!
KILL THE JE---TS!
Dark Eldar fascination story First StrikeDark Eldar fascination story5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The glossy black warriors crept across the steel rafters, glaring at their prey with hunger and sadism. The figures were slender and inhumanly tall, their footsteps made no sound upon the surface of which they stalked. Their victims never knew when they would strike, or where. Raids had been happening across the planet and the citizens were consumed with fear. For they knew not who or what was attacking the planet. No survivors were found after a location was struck. Even the trained soldiers of the planets militia were mortified at the tactical prowess of the unknown assaults. Although the pict recordings did show a gruesome pattern, first the lights would sud
Path of DefianceImmortality... Many gifts can the Gods bestow upon the common man, but not immortality. Men are men – and such a precious gift would sooner or later get torn from the hands of the lucky individual. It could be ripped out with a sword, an ax, a bolter. For you see, the majority of mankind violently defies the idea of inequality – the ones who have managed to surpass and rise above others are either killed or captured and maimed, and their executioners smile when they see such people kneel. If you want to live amongst men, think hard about immortality and if you truly need it? Or will you do just fine with power and madness?Path of Defiance1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hroft Vargald, Alpha Legion Propagator.
Screaming like a trapped beast, jerking and writhing, Knut was unceremoniously dumped back out into reality.
The dim light of a reddened, dying sun swamped the entirety of the trench. Black shadows marred the interior, separating life from death. Knut Blankblutter let out a hysteric, but muffled squeal, and
Dreams and wishesDiary 8:50 PM 13 November 2008Dreams and wishes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My thoughts stagger upon buried dreams. They are finished, but I still keep them. One note pad and one pen, holds all thoughts, nothing is left astray, and I share each detail.
He is my dream-
Al l I dream of is him. I know its too late, an ascended master, none of the less. He could read my thoughts, and I loved it.
So I bury these thoughts, these pitiful dreams.
He never did exist.
The Hand of Ice"When they advance, they shout a voxphone enhanced growl of a hundred throats that "God is Great! There is no other God, but the God-Emperor!" A green tidal wave after a tidal wave, and these waves carry the tank barrels, and the sails of their billowing flags. They symbol is a winged sword, the sword of their prophet. In the cacaphony of their music you can't even hear your orders. You can't even hear the noise of an exploding frag grenade, and it's no shellshock it's their damned call, their howling, the appraisal of their dead... is it really a god?"The Hand of Ice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A new day boiled up with ashen clouds of smoke that suffocated the light of an already cold star. Viper was listening to his sergeant half-heartedly, jerking his head up to absorb the grey rays jailed by the armatures of the empty Hive skyscrapers.
During the night, the artillery fire hadn't ceased. The sky above the Imperial bunkers on the other side of the Uphive flared up with the orange flashes of distan
Troubled Minds, Chapter IITroubled Minds, Chapter II10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When an alarmed Fluttershy accidentally recovers a dying Sombra, the pegasus, acting on nature, immediately acts to heal him and, hopefully, rehabilitate the weakened villain, all while keeping his existence a secret from her friends.
A Sombra x Fluttershy fic that would not leave my mind after the tumblr/comic
No. None of them compared.
The taste was not bitter or aged. It was not sweetened, or burned. Nor was it warm and familiar, loose from his own or some unimportant rabble.
It was... in between. Something sweet, but with a bitter aftertaste. Foreign, yet vaguely familiar.
Slowly but surely his tongue snaked past the small of the line his frail jaw had allowed him to open, scraping against the dagger-tipped corruption of his fangs.
There it was again. The sweet, but faded to bitter taste. He'd tasted it before, enjoyed it flavor before even, but...
A sudden spasm. A collapse of his mind as nerves wracked against one another, forced to squirm as a
Submission, part ITorturer was convinced that once he'd lost his home, he wouldn't be able tp find a new one. Scintilla became a painful memory, and decades of visiting Imperial worlds during sabotage missions only made him steadier in the thought that if there was a home, it was the "Engine". Scintilla... He sometimes had seen the spires of Tarsus in his drug-induced dreams, how the twin sunsets gazed balefully over the toothy outline of Ilumination Palace – in these dreams, even the scattered about symbols and glimpses of Imperial rule didn't fill him with the usual hate and dread.Submission, part I1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But he woke up, and as the haze of inhaled Cannistine vapor subsided, so did the dreams, leaving a bitter dry taste on his tongue.
Other worlds were forfeit. He'd visited a total of a few dozen planets, but even on those where ignited rebellions proved successful, he felt as an alien element amongst the pathetic human rubbish. Torturer roamed, and didn't even entertain a thought of a homeworld that would fit his visio
SuperhumanSuper human in our own eyes,Superhuman5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the power we obtain,
for if we see- we shalt rise,
as the fallen heavens rain.
Stand with me,
shed your tears,
wait with me,
feel no fears.
Take this and hold it until the end,
as many are blind of their own lies,
while the power stays as if a trend,
super human in our own eyes.