A Brotherhood Forgotten.... Chapter 3 "Kyyyaaaaaaahhh!!! Nooooo, don't break it!!" Keroro wiggled his legs uselessly, trying to free himself from the ropes holding him to his chair. Kururu stood behind him, laughing in his usual creepy way. Giroro stood in front of his wailing leader, a Gundam model clasped in his firm grip.A Brotherhood Forgotten.... Chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We need to get a move on in the invasion of Pokopen before Keron Force decides to do something about it AGAIN!" he growled, casting a cold glare upon his sergeant. Keroro nodded frantically.
"Yes, yes! I will do that now, corporal! Just lemme go and give me my model!!" he cried. Giroro sighed, knowing it was no use trying to get through to the green Keronian. He released the piece of plastic, letting it clatter to the ground, and slid a knife from his belt. With a single swipe, he cut the sergeant free. Keroro thanked him once before seizing his precious model and racing out of the room. Kururu did his creepy laugh, sending chills
PnF: Vocal Blues ch5After offering Vanessa something to drink, Ferb led them upstairs into his and Phineas' room. Phineas got the entire computer system set up as quickly as he could before handing it over to his brother; the system had been another one of Phineas' ideas, although Ferb had organized it in a manner which would not stimulate any suspicions from their parents. Normally, Phineas was the one who spoke to the computer when it gave results, but because he was unable to communicate, he handed the role over to Ferb.PnF: Vocal Blues ch55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You didn't rig it like the Vault lights, did you?" Ferb asked.
Phineas stuck out his tongue, making Vanessa laugh. Ferb grinned in reply before beginning to type on the keyboard. "Good afternoon," he said aloud.
The computer screen lit up. "Name and Password please," it spoke.
"Oh wow," Vanessa said in awe, leaning over Ferb's chair. "You guys designed it to speak too?"
"When you have as much of an imagination as Phineas does, and as much experience in mechanics as I do, then i
Loki - BaldurMy palace was carved into the glaciers in the far north, in approximately the location internet fanboys thought Superman would have hidden his Fortress of Solitude. It wasn't terribly impressive, just a vaguely organized collection of halls and rooms. Each hall went by the same formula columns and arched ceilings. Each room was a simple box with some window frames thrown in for variety. No windows. I was deep inside a glacier, after all.Loki - Baldur4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Architecture wasn't my strong point.
Some days I was tempted to bring a real architect in and tell them to design whatever they wished, that reality would bend to their will if I bid it. However, I couldn't bring myself to confess that I, a god, was incapable of anything more inspired than something that looked like it had been lifted straight out My First Generic Medieval Cathedral. Besides. It wasn't terribly creative, but I had fashioned it and there was a
The Lion King 3: Prologe The Lion king III: Kovus PrideThe Lion King 3: Prologe7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kovu walked to the end of pride rock, his body shook as he looked up to the stars. He shook out his main and looked back at the cave Kiara was in.He heard her roar with pain as her cubs were coming. He sighed and looked back at the stars.
What am I spouse to do? He asked silently.
Kovu turned around to see his step father, Simba walking toawards him and out of the cave. His brown orange main was messy and his light orange fur was frazzled.
What are you doing out here? He asked and sat next to him.
Simba Im not sure if I can do this. He whispered.
Simba smiled and looked at the stars Thats what I thought too let me tell you something Kovu, I thin
Werewolf in a Pumpkin Field "Should we really be doing this?" the teenager fretted, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket, "I mean, this isn't our land and"Werewolf in a Pumpkin Field5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, come on, Willy," one of the other boys rolled his eyes, pulling a jackknife out of his pocket and handing it to another of his companions, "These people deserve everything they're about to get. Stop being such a spoil sport."
"But they worked hard raising all these pumpkins for the Autumn Festival " he continued, eyeing the numerous orange objects surrounding them, many large enough for all five of the boys to sit upon at one time, "They're nice people they were giving hay-rides to kids earlier today."
"They're money hungry," another of the kids grumbled, picking up a large stick, "They don't do this to be nice. They do it to be rich and famous. Because of all these huge pumpkins they supposedly grew, the Autumn Festival is being held here this week
JS2: Allen and LenaleeIt was snowing and outside enjoying it was a girl of sixteen with green hair in long pigtails. She was wearing a long black coat that symbolized that she was an exorcist. As she was walking, she was thinking of the upcoming special day.JS2: Allen and Lenalee5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Oh, Christmas is almost here and I still have to get the last few presents for everyone. Then there's the fact that Allen-kun's birthday is the same day. More importantly, how am I going to give Allen-kun his gift without Niisan trying to kill him?" mused the girl to herself. While she kept on with her musings, she tripped over something that was buried in the snow.
She pushed herself out of the snow and looked to see what she tripped over. What she saw was something she didn't expect. It was a young boy of thirteen. He had black hair tied into a small ponytail and spiky bangs. On the sides of his head the hair was green in strips going straight starting from his temples and ended close to the crown in three spikes. He wore a pair of green shorts, blac
American FantasyThis new guy brings the heat of the noonday summer sun and the smell of earth and sweat. You see him sprawled out on your bed. A pair of dusty brown boots lay on the ground where he kicked them off, bright spurs glinting in the light. He wears old Levi's, stained by sweat and grime. Equally worn chaps cover his legs, one of which is hanging off of the bed while the other is propped up and bent at the knee.American Fantasy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His chest is bare save for the cowhide vest adorned by a gold star bearing a single word. Sherriff. His face is covered by a felt hat the color of fresh cream. He doesn't react to your approach, and you notice faint sounds coming from under the hat. You lift it up, and are gob smacked to discover that he is asleep. You scowl before shaking your head and sighing.
You sit down next to him and examine him further, drooling at the solid six-pack he sports and those babies are rock-hard. You know this because you decide to sneak a feel before he wakes up. The skin is velvet-smooth a
An English FantasyThe smell of salt and sand permeates the room as you enter. But you are more interested in the new usurper on your bed. He lays there with more pillows than you remember owning surrounding him. They are covered in a rainbow of fabrics and patterns and styles. But Despite their beauty your eyes are on him.An English Fantasy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The soft brown boots are weathered to the point of infant-softness; stained by salt and sea, and worn down to a shallow heel. The pants are faded navy in coarse cotton, tucked into those boots. A sash of blood red adorns his hips, glittering with sewn-on rubies and gold coins. A heavy brocade coat of the same shade covers his arms and shoulders, fanning out behind him though you can't see it, the visible edges hinting at gold thread and silk inlays. A plain cream shirt covers his chest as do countless gols chains and bejeweled pendants.
A gold hoop adorns one ear and his sandy-straw hair is covered by a feathered black fedora. In his hands is a blunder buster, and th
Broken Souls: Chapter 43Broken Souls: Chapter 434 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter Forty Three
Garrett lurched over the rise and gasped in relief at the skyline he could see silhouetted against the setting sun. "Kirkwall," he called back over his shoulder, seeing the exhausted joy on his companions faces.
Varric was propped up against a tree trunk. "Good going Blondie," he said tiredly to Anders, who was face down in the grass nearby. "Maybe next time find us an exit that isn't in another country to the one we went in by."
From his place in the grass, Anders pointed at Varric but didn't lift his head; his voice was muffled as he said "North of Starkhaven is hardly the next country, and I didn't see you finding us a way out, Mister Stone Sense. Tell me again how well those arrows of yours worked against the Rock Wraith."
"Nobody likes a smart arse, Blondie."
"Ridiculous. I know you love me."
Garrett came over and nudged Anders in the ribs with the toe of his boot. "Up, you. I don't care if it's Justice or Anders who walks home, but we're two
Eclipses in my thoughtsIn a crowd I'm sitting alone,Eclipses in my thoughts4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A flame of black in burning eyes;
A satin white paper that seems to flow;
When craved by a thousand quilted butterflies.
Whisperers hush. Listeners blink.
I'm just a thinker, weeping to think.
Dreamers sleep. Messengers travel.
Sleepwalkers awaken and mysteries unravel.
Darkness creeps, her wings unfold,
Hypnotizing the moon, who sobs for her Gold.
Tears fall, they have no friend.
The soul questions: Is this the end?
Shadows dance, darklings sing,
Wanderers gaze at the celestial ring.
Looming above, nothing to say.
Just watching my blue quilt sway.
Time stops, its just the heart;
Beating with warmth, like an embrace.
Making the eclipse surrender, liberating the velvet-blue art.
The pearl white beauty won the race.
My ink is velvet; bleeding blue.
But my paper remains white, just like the moon.
Eyes sigh, but peeks out a smile.
Maybe after all these nightmares, I'll dream for a while
Lying in that Sound, Tonight - 15/15Przestrzeń czasowa tej części: grudzień 1941 r.Lying in that Sound, Tonight - 15/153 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Początek grudnia był chłodny. Minął dopiero tydzień, a Alfred już pragnął, by z powrotem nastała wiosna już pragnął miesięcy, które mogły przelecieć, tej dziwnej monotonii, która mogła upłynąć. Czuł się, jakby nie miał na nic wpływu, a to, że była zima, nie polepszało mu nastroju. Zawsze nienawidził grudnia, wyjątek stanowiły tylko dni Bożego Narodzenia i Sylwester. Było zimno, mroźno i, co ważniejsze, nikt nie był opanowany. A ponad to wszystko, grudzień oznaczał, że większość rzeczy jest martwa.
Ciekawe, co robił Arthur
Alfred szybko potrząsnął głową i upomniał się, aby pomyśleć o czymś innym. W Białym Domu panował
It's hard to say goodbye...It's hard to say goodbye...It's hard to say goodbye...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tumblepaw hadn't meant to land them in so much trouble. Looking back on everything he realized that with Dreampaw whispering him the prophecy, they should have stayed near to camp. Upcoming danger was not a good thing. Safety in numbers and all that.
But he'd needed to get out.
It had started to feel suffocating there, so he'd coaxed his brother into going out with him to find herbs. They hadn't really told anyone they were leaving.
That was the first mistake.
Especially to kin...
Their second...HIS second..was choosing to follow the strange scent of unfamiliar cats.
He thought they were just other clan cats trespassing.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
A medicine cat apprentice falls easily, without warrior training, against rogues with age-old blood lust.
When you fall together...
The cats did not fight by a Code. Tumblepaw could do nothing to save his brother...or himself...
When the rogues were satisfied the apprentices could warn n
Alfred's Hangover Cure part 2In retrospect, maybe driving a convertible in Canada wasn't the greatest idea ever. The wind continuously assaulted Alfred's face, too cold even to allow him to shiver. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, managing a sidelong glance at his brother.Alfred's Hangover Cure part 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He hadn't really looked at Mattie until this moment and was surprised by the details of him. Despite the cold, the sun was ever shining and caught in Matthew's hair in a way that made it more gold than blonde. His one odd curl was nearly invisible in the light, bouncing in and out of focus with each bump of the car, each puff of wind from the open roof.
Matthew yawned, his hand covering his ungodly pink lips as his shoulders rolled forward. Alfred examined the curve of his neck, letting his gaze take in the crisp white of his wrinkled t-shirt. It fit just snugly enough to highlight the narrowness of his shoulders and waistline, while so baggy it seeme
01: I'm WishingSoon enough, word of Prince Antonio's engagement to the beautiful Antonia had spread throughout the kingdom, and there was much rejoicing amongst the citizens. From east to west, north to south, celebrations were erupting in honour of the upcoming union, congratulating the prince on finally finding a suitable match.01: I'm Wishing4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Antonio and Antonia were elated, of course, though they barely saw one another in the day between their first meeting and their impending marital vows. Antonia had a dress to make, Antonio a wedding and reception to set up in the palace. There was simply no time for small talk or getting to know one another-- not when true love was on the line. And that's what was happening, of course, the eternal union of their true love.
Antonio was happy, Antonia was happy, Antonio's mother was happy, the kingdom was happy. Everyone was happy and busy and planning for a beautiful wedding-- everyone, that is, except for Antonio's two best friends.
"This really sucks," Gilbert muttered, hi
How to Charm Your Lady.1Of Stars and AstridsHow to Charm Your Lady.15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The air tastes sweet in his throat. He stands in a field of wheat, he assumes, the yellow stalks touched ever so lightly by the morning's golden rays, but he contemplates it's still night, or ... looks like it ...?
It's true. The sky is a shade of pitch-black, and dusted with stars - though the Earth beneath him is clearly illuminated ... weird? ... he examines, ... and ... kind of impossible
But then ... he thinks to himself, everyone in Berk thought the idea of riding dragons was crazy taming a Night Fury was impossible ... and the idea, that Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III could do it?! Hiccup?! - The walking toothpick, and punching bag combination?! Berk's hero?! he smirked, puffing out his chest, and tumbling backward into the soft grain ... absurd ...
The boy laughed to himself. The dreamy scenery before him suddenly didn't seem so strange anymore, and even if it were as odd as he had first thought ... wh
Swiece I, 8059Takeshi Yamamoto zaznaczył w swoim kalendarzu dziewiąty września podwójnym okręgiem. Nie było szans, by zapomniał o tym dniu, ale widok zakreślonego czerwonym i niebieskim markerem miejsca bezustannie dawał mu do zrozumienia, jak bardzo będzie musiał się postarać. Zapytacie pewnie, co tak ważnego miało się wydarzyć tego wyczekiwanego dnia, więc już spieszę z wyjaśnieniem: dziewiąty września to dzień urodzin ważnego przyjaciela Yamamoto. Oczywiście każdy jego przyjaciel był dla niego ważny, ale Hayato Gokudera stanowił oddzielny, bardzo specjalny przypadek. Właśnie dlatego Takeshi postanowił postarać się, by uszczęśliwić swego kolegę z klasy i partnera do gry w mafię.Swiece I, 80597 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oczywiście nawet Takeshi zdawał sobie sprawę z tego, że Gokudera nie ma najłatwiejszego charakteru
Drawing - GerIta "Would you teach me how to draw?" Ludwig asked Feliciano one day. His face was flushed, and he didn't meet Feliciano's eyes. For some reason, this felt like nostalgia for the both of them, but they both shrugged it off or, in the case of the Italian, didn't notice entirely.Drawing - GerIta5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Of course, Ludwig-san!" Feliciano said, his eyes were closed as always, and a big smile was plastered on his face.
They began drawing one of Ludwig's dogs. About halfway through, Feliciano looked over the German's shoulder to see how he was doing.
"O-oh, Italy I can't seem to get the feet right "
The Italian lifted the pencil in his hand and got closer to the German; "Here, let me help." The brunette's body was almost uncomfortably close to the blonde's; they were shoulder to shoulder, and his face was almost touching Ludwig's. The German had blushed a deep red and the event reminded him of something
A Russian FantasyThe room is cold enough to make you shiver as you enter. You know who this latest invader is. An innocent smile greets you as you ignore the cream-color Russian trench coat with matching pants and the pale scarf wrapped around his neck. He is tall. Taller than the Englishman and the German had been. And many times more dangerous than either. He is not reclining on your bed like the other two. No.. He is leaning against your wall, tapping that faucet pipe on an open palm. The air about him seems ominous, but as you wait expectantly, it slowly dissipates and the pipe vanishes somewhere in the folds of his coat. You are still wary as he approaches you... Though not afraid. This is not a nightmare... you hope.A Russian Fantasy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He eyes you critically with his amethyst optics, and you take that time to truly observe him. The jacket he wears is massive, and yet it strains against his shoulders and chest, revealing to you just how massive this big-boned male is. Countless medals adorn his chest; symbols of his
The Flowing RiverI looked around my office, taking note of every small figurine set neatly on each shelf. Though some people say Americans are sloppy, I know it's a stereotype. I myself am the personified United States, and I just can't stand having a sloppy office. I smiled when I say nothing was out of place, and sat in the rolling chair in front of my desk. Arthur, or England, would be coming over today for lunch, and I hate to admit it, but I have emotions for my former guardian. It isn't that bad, considering that technically, none of us are related by blood, but some might still find it disturbing.The Flowing River5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sighing, I sat back, and flipped on the Television, and just as the screen blurred to life, Arthur came barreling into my office, eyes filled with tears.
"No!" he bellowed, and flung himself at me. "Don't look Alfred. Don't " But it was too late, and I now saw why he was in tears. On the screen, the same screen I watched football in many nights, without a care in the world, were my two World Trade
Hikaru x Kaoru hard yaoiNiby wszystko było tak jak zwykle.Hikaru x Kaoru hard yaoi6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Życie członków host clubu toczyło się takim samym rytmem jak wcześniej; Tamaki nadal udawał, że nie czuje nic do Haruhi, zachowując się przy tym coraz bardziej śmiesznie, Honey-senpai w dalszym ciągu nie rozstawał się ze swoim króliczkiem, Kyoya wciąż zachowywał się jak nieoficjalna "matka" - wydawało się więc, że teoretycznie wszystko jest na swoim miejscu. A jednak coś się zmieniło.
Kaoru odczuwał tę zmianę bardzo wyraźnie i boleśnie. Nie potrafił już stwierdzić, ile już razy poczuł to nieprzyjemne uczucie, kiedy Hikaru odwracał od niego wzrok, jakby w ogóle go nie zauważał. To był jakiś koszmar - a najgorsze w tym było to, że nie miał pojęcia, co właściwie się dzieje. Nie miał pojęcia, dlaczeg