Tainted Lullabies Chapter TwoTainted Lullabies Chapter Two7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Naruto and Sasuke appeared in front of the two. Sasuke was the one who spoke, Gaara, you and Sakura have to come with us to speak with the Third Hokage. Gaara nodded. Sakura felt her heart burst with hope. Her friends had come to set her free after all. She knew the smirk on Sasukes face meant he was in control of the situation. Even Naruto looked joyful. Gaaras face darkened, Very well, well follow you.
The four of them walked through the labyrinth of streets and stores. They eventually stopped in front of a large house that intimidated all of them save Gaara. He was used to such grandeur. The ninjas posted at the large doors opened them. Gaara followed Sasuke who followed Naruto. Sakura was still at Gaaras side. He was clinging to her hand.
She was excited. Her impending freedom was just moments away. Surely, the head of her village would put an end to this and extricate her from Gaaras clutches. Naruto pushed open the last doors.
SakuGaa-Help Me Love 3Sakura woke up several hours later with sun streaming through her window painting her face with the light. Mmmm that felt really good. She sits up and looks around the room. Thats I nearly forgot that im in the sand village. I wonder what there is to do here maybe I should ask Gaara for a tour around the village. She hops off the bed and walks out her door straight to Gaaras room. She knocks once and heres shuffling on the other side. The door opens slowly and not all the way as if he is hiding something. She gives him a small smile So uh Gaara would you like to go do something? Im really bored of just staying in this house.SakuGaa-Help Me Love 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He looks at her for a moment as if trying to find a way out of going but soon discovers he cant think of one so he just slips out of his door and walks down stairs with Sakura following behind. They exit the house and are bathed in beautiful sunlight. Gaara looks at Sakura and sees what looks to him like an angel with the su
Lord and Lady 6After finally getting things sorted out, the group was sitting around Sokka and Aangs room. Well, Aang and Toph had almost instantly disappeared to train and Sokka and Suki had mysteriously disappeared again. So it was more like Ursa, Azula, sleeping Sozin, Katara, Zuko and Iroh had invaded Aang and Sokkas room since the occupants of the room had never made it to the room.Lord and Lady 67 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Azula had been strangely quiet the entire time that Ursa and Iroh had been talking. (Zuko was quiet because he was simply Zuko.) Are you feeling okay Azula?
What Mom? Azulas head came up from where it had been staring at the floor. Sorry, wasnt paying attention.
Are you okay? repeated the concerned mother.
Azula scowled. Im 16, I have baby number two months along and a two year old. The doctor knows so hes sending a message to father which means Ill have to go home. I dont want to be there, and I wan
The 6 Bloodhound BreedsThe 6 Bloodhound Breeds11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The 6 breeds
Depending on the living areas Bloodhounds can differ in anatomy, behaviour and life style.
Here are the six most common breeds you can find on Ileyah and the two moons of the three brothers) on which organic life is possible.
Sand Desert/ Rock Desert/ Canyons
Small, thin, big ears
Long legs to lift body over the hot desert sand, thick footpads
Short fur, bright colours to reflect sunlight
Behaviour Life Style
Used to teamwork
Friendly, open-hearted, cheerful, yet diligent with high sense for their duties
Live in large family groups
Live in caves or whole cities under the ground or in the canyons
Have sense for finding/collecting water
Are skilful in working with all kinds of stone
Hunt for smaller prey, insects and reptiles
Have to live in fear of bigger predators
Steppes/ Grass Landscapes/ Valleys
How to create...How to create...11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
How to create your own Bloodhound
I have been very flattened as people tended to ask me how they could create their own Bloodhound character.
So here are a few guidelines.
1. Ask me for permission please. :>
Bloodhounds are my creation, my babies. I developed them and their world since years and I would simply love to know it of someone creates a new piece for this enormous puzzle.
2. Guidelines you have to stick to:
Bloodhounds are no wolves!
Bloodhounds are no cats!
Bloodhounds have got only three toes ( plus a thumb)
A Bloodhound's eyes are always white and empty (except if he's sexually aroused or together with some he loves and trusts)
The shape of the eye markings is the same for all hounds (exceptions will be named later) and it is always bicoloured
Every Bloodhound has a Greek symbol on his/her forehead, except if he had been banned for being a criminal
Bloodhounds may always decide whether to walk on two or four legs
Bloodhounds are no parr
Drabble Madness 3&/&Drabble Madness 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Make it all better
Day by day Henry knows more and more about Walter, and the more he knows, the sadder he feels. Walter has been beaten, raped, neglected, and not even once during his childhish has known love. So he wants to make it better, and he says so. But Walter just smiles and traces the numbers in his neck with rough fingers.
Its okay. Youre here now
He smiles and digs his fingers deeper in his hair when Walters soft moan reaches his ears.
How does it feel?
Henry laughs quietly.
You know, once I readed that only if you trusted the person that was doing this, you would feel comfortable
Walter smiles. I trust you, Henry; and even when he tries not to, Henry blushes.
Good he says. Because you seriously needed a bath.
Eileen jumps in front of the door, but Walter is too fast for her, and somehow manages to get out. And th
The Bloodhounds - General InfoThe Bloodhounds - General Info11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This is a rather general information sheet about the Bloodhounds were I shortly mention certain fields that might be of interest for you.
Bloodhounds live in a foreign star system. The star system has got one sun and several planets circling around it, of which some are occupied by so called "intelligent" species.
One of these is the planet Ileyah. Ilyeah is a large blue pearl, which's surface is by large amounts covered with water (just like earth). On Ilyeah you will find all sorts of areas: deserts, tropical forests, glaciers, coniferous forests, steppes and completely exotic areas.
Ilyeah has got three moons which are called the three brothers. Namely those are Cinn, Dhoo and Talar.
The smallest one is Dhoo (speak D'ho). It's a small dead moon like our Luna. Dhoo has got a very very thin atmosphere and Bloodhounds/ human and other beings couldn't live there without technical supports.
Yet there are beings who live on this moon. It's not much know abo
The old Bloodhound ClansThe old Bloodhound Clans11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The old Clans
There have been 25 Clans in the very beginning of the history of the Bloodhounds.
Each had an own typical symbol on the forehead and each had significant characteristic features and skills.
Today most Hounds have mixed up so that the old definitions won't always fit today, but some of them will still work.
Headstrong dominant individuals
Mostly leaders of packs
Calm and thoughtful
Counsellors, offering their advice and impartial point of view
Warriors with great strengths and high endurance, but not the cleverest
Fall easily back into blood-fever
Never talk before they haven't thought about it
Good dealers, know how to make compromises without neglecting own needs
High sense of duty
Great couriers and messengers, tend to be a bit arrogant
Assassins, bodyguards, thieves, mercenaries
Cold-hearted, dangerous, intelligent
Have something like an outsider status in the BH society
The ExileFrom my seventeenth year onward I spent the duration of my exile on the horse-head island, and dedicated myself to the pursuit of pleasures amidst more barbarian customs. One might even say I was the one who brought the art of pleasure to the barbarians, and schooled them in the delicate practice of pleasing oneself. This, however, is an unimportant claim. I do not seek to prove my hand in the matter. In any case, during those years I took small comfort in knowing I had not ever ceased to be a prince, nor would I ever. This title of mine was not a self-indulgence, offered to me by an affectionate diplomat or a lucky friend, nor was it something I had earned for myself through means of my own skill and cleverness. I was born into princehood, which meant I would be a prince until my death.The Exile9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This pleased me.
My exile was only a formality, four years spent on an island just outside of decent civilization. If the king had not punished me he would have appeared weak, though for those who knew
The Grass Smelled RedThe grass smelled red. Red, the colour and flavour and sweet, sweet metallic smell of blood. He withdrew the knife, watching blankly- amusedly- as the man crumpled. First, to his knees, as if in prayer, and slowly falling backward as blood ran from his mouth and life from blue eyes. He chuckled from behind the helmet, watching the poor fool's lifeblood run into and stain the grass. The grass smelled red, just like the rest of this town.The Grass Smelled Red7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why I Caught the SandmanHe's not here anymore, but I definitely had a twin once. We were born together and that's what counts. I know it's true, that he's real, because there's a pale scar like the crook of a finger on my hip. That's where the attachment was--it's from the months we spent in the womb together.Why I Caught the Sandman10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The only time I was ever foolish enough to speak about my twin brother to my parents I used that worm-like scar as evidence. "You had an accident when you were very young," my mother said. But I could see her eyes trace nervous angles to a point far over my shoulder. I never spoke about him again. My parents, it became clear, were hiding something from me.
This is why I caught the Sandman.
There is no commonly accepted way to catch the Sandman. Not much has been written on the subject; even less on the topic of successful endeavors. "The Sandman is an elusive giver of dreams and has come to resemble that which he bestows. He is no more than a shadow, an instinct. Mist on the window." However I had an ed
Bloodhound Living SpacesBloodhound Living Spaces11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Bloodhound Living spaces
Ileyah The Homeworld
Grass Landscapes/ Valleys
Ice Desert/ Glaciers
Tropical Forests/ Lagoons
Buildings and similar on Ileyah
Houses (on Trees, in Rocks etc.)
The Stairway to Heaven (The flying Isles)
Grass Landscapes/ Valleys
Tropical Forests/ Lagoons
Buildings and similar on the Stairways
Houses (on Trees, in Rocks etc.)
Cinn, the Forestmoon
Tropical Forests/ Lagoons
Buildings and similar on Cinn
Houses (on Trees, in Rocks etc.)
Dhoo, the dead Moon
Dhoo is pretty much like the terrestrial moon, with large craters and a fruitless and
My Father's FoolI was fifteen when I inherited my father's fool.My Father's Fool9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This wasn't something I thought much about at the time. I'd inherited a great deal more from my father upon his death, and I had no idea he'd kept a fool at all. It was an old practice, and anyway, there were other things to think about. To begin with, my father's unexpected death meant that I was no longer a prince but a king. That and my natural grief at losing him, the rituals for mourning and preparing for my coronation, kept me preoccupied for weeks. It was only much later, long after I'd actually inherited him, that I first met my father's fool.
He knelt in my father's private chambers behind the throne room, beside my father's private throne. From where I stood I could only see the line of his back and his dark hair parted over his neck, which gave his posture a vulnerable quality. Nevertheless, he knew I was there. Without wasting any time he stood in a sudden movement of bright scarves and gold dust. The fool was juggling.
Drabble Madness - Walter Henry1- Pain awoke Henry from his nightmare to a worse one, where a serial killer was offering him breakfast and new bandages for his neck.Drabble Madness - Walter Henry7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
2- "Thank God they're not floating," thought Henry, gaping at each one of the sacraments eating fried eggs in his living room.
3- Dinning time is always awkward and uncomfortable, but nobody says anything, because upsetting little Walter would mean a worse world for everyone, literally
4- Perplex, Henry looked at the old, dusty videogames that appeared on the counter after complaining of how bored he was.
5- Even when the other sacraments feared and hated him, Eileen kept insisting on acting like a mother for little Walter.
6- The forest and the apartments were the only places they had access until Walter saw the beach on television.
7- Henry wasn't all that surprised when little Walter called Eileen "mom" for the first time.
8- Walter limits himself to stand on the same corner of the room, so everyone is slowly starting to feel less and less uncomforta
Cps RolfCps Rolf was a man defined by one single characteristic, and had been since birth: his utterly ridiculous name. There wasn't much more to Cps besides that. Of course, he had all the necessary features a face should have, such as two eyes and two ears, one nose and one mouth; he was gifted with a neck, shoulders, arms, hands and all the other regular accoutrements of the human body; he often wore clothes except when he was naked, had three meals a day, was perfectly fine when playing cards--but none of that mattered when his name got loose into the conversation.Cps Rolf9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"You're what now?" people would ask, assuming they'd just stopped listening. Once a man had even blessed him, thinking the name was a poor attempt at a sneeze.
By the time Cps was sixteen he'd taken to coming up with alter egos, names like Jack and Alex and Bob, names that didn't involve three consonants in a row interacting quite poorly with one another. Sometimes he was Alistair or Edmund, when he was feeling particularly enti
Tom Fox and the House LoyalFour years priorTom Fox and the House Loyal9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There was a spider in the bathtub.
It was a sign of some sort, the scuttling spiny thing. Mr Cross frowned at it for a moment, long enough to wash his hands and dry them, and then left the washroom to meet the boy, whose name was Tom Fox.
Mr Cross could see him from the balcony, before he descended the stairs. He was blond and small and was dressed quite commonly. The only thing at all remarkable about him was that he wore gloves. It was summer and a hot one at that, and it was a curious little detail about the otherwise unexceptional urchin, which admittedly distressed Mr Cross somewhat.
No matter. "Well then," Mr Cross said, coming into the sitting room. "It's been a day for you, hasn't it? Quite a day for you."
"Yes," said Tom Fox. "I guess."
"And you've come into quite a fortune," Mr Cross went on. "It must widen your eyes to saucers."
The boy's eyes were of a normal size and an unsettling gray color. He blinked, once. "Yes," he said again. "Saucers."
a p p a r i t i o na p p a r i t i o n5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The night is as still and quiet as death, and she lay in the middle of her bed. Unable to sleep, her mind begins to wander on the tasks of daytime, until the peaceful silence is abruptly interrupted by footsteps coming from somewhere outside her bedroom.
Startled, she sits up, her senses increasing with her heart rate, which she could hear pounding in her head. She hears another and scrambles to get her flashlight. She tip toes to the door, trying to be as quick as possible, but try to make as little noise as possible. She stands, leaning her ear against the door, listening for more noise; but it was dead silent, except for her heavy breathing.
She decides that she's going to investigate. She grabs the door handle, slowly and carefully turns it until the door clicks and creaks freely open. Poking her head out, she looks around, and then steps right out into the hallway, flashlight lit and in hand. She didn't really need it, as her eyes were already well adjusted to th
Gothic Tenten--Chapter 1Gothic Tenten--Chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
UGH! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!
Here I am walking along the streets, down to my apartment COVERED in splotches of Green and White.
Oh, he was SOO going to pay..
Tenten, Neji, my sparring partner signaled time for a quick break.
I put down all of my scrolls on the grass and released the seal on my weapons, sending them back from the attack I used.
We spar everyday, and its ALWAYS the same. I sweat, get angry, throw weapons carelessly, and he wins. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
I walked over to the shade of the tree where Neji and Lee were waiting for me to eat our lunches.
Yosh! I have a GREAT idea! Lee was practically jumping out of his spandex...thankfully that didnt ACTUALY happen.
Lee, you think that all of your ideas are great, and usually they involve you and Sakura-san and they go completely as expected: I paused, waiting for Neji to finish my sentence, he gladly obliged.
They fail. He said, an
Dances with Shinobi Ch. 1Dances with ShinobiDances with Shinobi Ch. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Ariel-D and Darkhelmetj
Description: SANDSIBS fic, set post-Shippuuden ep. 32. After his harrowing experience, Gaara faces another terror: having to learn the box step so he can dance with Tsunade at an official, celebratory ball in Konoha. Reposted. Humour/drama/angst/family/bromance/hurt-comfort/you-name-it.
Disclaimer: The Naruto-verse and all its characters are copyrighted by Masashi Kishimoto and Weekly Shonen Jump. I am making no profit; this is just for fun.
A/N: Bromance, not YAOI. Set two weeks after Gaara has been returned to life by Chiyo. We based this on the idea of a Founder's Day for each village, but we know no such day officially exists in canon (and we also don't care). Reposted from 2008. This story was originally posted on both DA and FFdotnet, but when my Naruto muse died, I ripped it off of FFdotnet because I knew I couldn't finish it.
Random KakaIru drabble"What am I going to tell him ?" Iruka asked himself. He couldn't keep using the excuse that a minor mission went wrong, again. He was using that excuse too often, and he was sure his lover was getting suspicious.Random KakaIru drabble8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Before Iruka could manage to think up another reason for him being covered in wounds and in the hospital, the door to his room slid open.
"Ah, hey, 'Kashi." Iruka greeted weakly, rubbing the back of his neck. What in the world was he going to do?
Kakashi stared blankly at his lover. There was something else going on for Iruka to be in the hospital again. The chuunin was just that, a chuunin. He didn't go on missions that could injure him this badly. Kakashi strode over to Iruka and told him that he was taking him home. Before Iruka could respond, the jounin used a teleportation jutsu and Iruka found himself sitting on their bed.
"I'm sorry " Iruka whisper
Tear me Aparti wrote this when feeling lonely...and betrayedTear me Apart10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wonderwallwonderwall11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
you don't know it but i'm love with somebody. a boy - my brother's friend to be exact - a boy who plays the guitar and loves oasis. i loved you too, but in a different way. i loved you in a friendly way. i love him in a cross country sort of way. do you understand me? i didn't think so. focus, love, we're in for the long haul. i don't know if you get it. please, don't be mad, love can't be helped. his fingers play on the strings and i wish i were song. i wish we could spend more time together, you and me, laying on that rock and watching the stars play off the carbon dioxide.
that morning the sun didn't rise. it tore the clouds open so it's light seemed like blood. i wasn't completely in love yet, just a romantic. the spill-your-gut-and-fall-in-love type of romantic. the kind who knows you have to lose to gain, and gaining only leads to losing. the day wasn't different, i was just in one of those moods.
Akhors SongAkhors Song12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet bound to earth
of mortal birth
Black as night
and light as day
That\'s here to stay
and golden eyes
Above the truth
and all the lies
In the depths
Of twisted pain
A past that\'s slain
Caw Caw Motherf*ckersCaw Caw MotherfuckersCaw Caw Motherf*ckers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jarvis realized that the people he harbored within Stark Tower were not, by human standards, considered normal. By their actions, words, and, possibly most revealingly, their occupation, he could plainly discern they were not normal.
But, if he could express so himself, even 'not normal' wasn't this... discomforting. Truly, the people Master Stark decided to "hang around" with concerned him, to put it mildly.
Take, for example, today.
Agent Barton apparently decided it would be "fun" to shoot Dr. Banner with a suction-cup arrow while exclaiming, "CAW CAW MOTHERFUCKERS!"
This, admittedly, did not set off the rather more vicious side of the doctor; it was the way the agent bounded over, popping the arrow off and kissing the small, red circle on his forehead before giggling (and really, did males giggle regularly? Jarvis thought not.) as he fled down the hallway.
Sadly, that was not the oddest part of today.
Of course, Agent Barton hadn't a chance of outrunning the H