DA2 - Little WolfDA2 - Little Wolf4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: Little Wolf
Game: Dragon Age 2
Characters: Remy Hawke (PC), Fenris, Zevran Arainai, Aveline, Anders
Disclaimer: Dragon Age 2 and all things related belong to Bioware.
Author's Note: SPOILERS AHEAD. If you have not romanced Fenris, then there may be spoilers here. You have been warned.
In the caverns of Sundermount he stood, overlooking his companions looting the corpses of the recently fallen lyrium smugglers who had the unfortunate fate of an unprovoked attack. The Champion of Kirkwall, Remy Hawke, knelt alongside her friend, Aveline, comparing and contrasting a pair of gauntlets they had found on one of the fallen. Nearby, the apostate Anders gathered the coins off the corpses, filling a purple velvet pouch full with each drop having a satisfying sound of clink. The assassin they were escorting, Zevran, was disarming the traps he had laid out for those chasing him, possibly saving them for his next encounter with the Crows. Fenris, himse
Fade to WhiteFade to White3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take me to the wild
wide edge of blue
and I shall dream of angels,
arms tapering into clouds,
and women in white
and the moths' soft mouths
that mock my oaths.
I shall sleep among the stones
and the pale trees
that grow beneath the ground -
like giants swallowing the dusk.
And I shall find her
tall and waiting
in the ruins,
the billow of her skirt
her eyes lit like candlemass
against the leaves and petals
streaming through the mist.
TouchesYou watch as his hand touches yours for only a moment, it's meaningless for him; only a brush of the hand as he's talking. For you it's everything; you live for those thoughtless touches, those friendly, platonic, hugs.Touches4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You go over them at night, count the times his body touched yours in the most innocent of ways. You try to find some hidden meaning in the ways he touches you. Could that hug have meant more than that he was just happy to see you? Could that time his hand brushed yours as you passed your drink to him mean he wanted to touch you as much as you wish you could touch him? Is it all in your head or is it real?
You know you're pathetic. You know you won't ever say anything but still, you can't help the way you can't quite keep your heart rate normal and you can't quite control your tongue when you're around him.
You wait and you watch as he dates other girls, as he talks about other girls, as he touches other girls. You wonder 'will that girl ever be me?' You don't think so b
Too many shoesShoesToo many shoes7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have too many shoes,
or at least I think I do
Honey, do you think so too?
I know now that you love me
I can resist their lure
your love at last
has made me pure
But honey, what about
that last pair of heels so high
that way it is so much
easier kissing you...
what is Love?What is love?what is Love?9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I can honestly say I no longer know...
I therefore think when you find love,
live with this strange force that has taken over your heart
and your spent body
you are utterly lost for words
bemused, mystified and a little scared...
It is only when you lack love,
need love, want love, crave love,
that you think you know what love is
oh, then you have it all figured out,
bits and pieces put together from fevered dreams
old loves that went wrong
and the romantic notions from movies and books
But when true love comes along
you just shut up, sit out the ride
pray it will last,
muster the courage to make it work
revel in the utter beauty of it
and thank the gods each day
that made you the recipient of such love
at some point you give up poetry altogether
because there is no better place to be than in his arms
All the words that were your life till now
suddenly soothed by one stroke of his hand
over your willing body
you think, if I get up now,
and go to my bookcase and open my ol
Jace's NightmareJace opened his eyes, there had been a knock on his door. He glanced at the clock next to his bed. Four am, fantastic. As if you already weren't going crazy around Clary, let's add sleep deprivation to the equation he thought bitterly. Sighing, he pulled himself up and walked to the door, pulling his hair from his face as he grabbed the handle.Jace's Nightmare6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What do you want at..." he began to chide, expecting Alec or Isabelle, until he opened his eyes. Clary looked up at him sheepishly.
"Sorry, I, I didn't meant to wake you." He was suddenly very angry with himself. He couldn't even keep Clary as a friend. He couldn't even be nice to her. He didn't deserve her. Well great revelation, he thought to himself, cause you can't have her anyway.
"No it's ok, what do you need?" He did his best to sound light. She looked at him with the strangest expression on her face.
Wishful Thinking (Chapter 1)Wishful Thinking (Chapter 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Good morning, Master!” I rolled over, trying to block out the voice. “Master, it is time to awaken, now.”
“Go away.” I grumbled sleepily, hoping that she’d just leave me alone. I buried my face in my pillow. I suddenly felt a weight fall on the mattress next to me. A pair of soft hands touched my shoulder and shook me gently.
“Master, I must insist you awaken immediately!” She whispered kindly. “The sun has risen, and you must go to school, correct?” I finally turned and looked at the girl kneeling next to me. She was young and beautiful. Her skin was tan and her hair was black like a ravens wing. Her eyes sparkled a beautiful blue and her features were delicate, like a flower. She was wearing what appeared to be blue silk dancer garments from some Arabic country complete with a see through blue veil over her face. She was smiling down at me, waiting for me to sit up. I blinked tiredly and sat up slightly.
A Mermaid TailA Mermaid Tail3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There were six of them. There'd been six of them since they could remember. Neverland was the land of never, never aging, never dying, never leaving, and never coming. The six beautiful mermaids darted through the waters to reach the lagoon just in time. Peter was due home any moment and they couldn't miss his return.
Maris was in front, leading everyone in a graceful dance of speed. Her long blonde hair was pulled back as she sped through the water. They swam past the coral reefs they called home and the kelp beds they used for resting. Two dolphins swam alongside her, and she grabbed onto their fins as they pulled her faster. She laughed in the water and two bubbles managed out of her mouth and up to the surface. When she'd reached the lagoon she let go, waved them off, and swam up, pulling herself onto the large rock the girls used to sun. She grabbed an orange starfish from the underside and pushed back her hair out of her face, then lay down and warmed herself in the
Chasing GhostsChasing GhostsChasing Ghosts6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Characters by Agent 505
SHALESTONE CITY,USA, 11:45 PM
The moon hung over the night sky, a few stars barely penetrating the haze that blanketed the night. The only sounds that meandered were the occasional clangs of industry and the train making its stops. It seemed like any other night.
The peaceful setting was suddenly shattered as a roar of an engine screamed into the night, tires squealing, rubber burning as the 1977 Oldsmobile jackknifed into the street, the back end striking a trash can, sending it flying with garbage raining down. A skinny man with greasy skin and a dull beanie was behind the wheel while his scruffy compatriot looked out the window, a cocked revolver in hand. Both men wore dark clothing, wool caps and beanies, both eyes alert.
Yo Matt, do you see it? Did we loose it? The driver asked.
His partner was looking franticly in the back. I think we did. Gun it Manny!
Matt sat down and reached into the
Of Healing And PainOf Healing And PainOf Healing And Pain5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Dedicated to Lady Ve, who proved Templars are people too.)
A vapor of death hangs above Acre's hospital, and though the midday sunlight filters into the courtyard, the enclosed space appears just as dark as the confines within. Two sickening snaps split the air, along with cries of agony, causing everyone in the courtyard to cringe in their own skin. Everyone but one. Garnier de Naplouse, Grandmaster of the Order of the Hospital and presiding doctor, doesn't bat an eye as a fleeing patient is apprehended, neutralized at his command, and dragged gasping back into the operating wing.
Garnier casts a stern glance to the gawking spectators. "Have you people nothing better to do?!" he admonishes, making them humble their eyes to be recast to the stone floor. He then retreats through the large double doors back into the hospital's interior.
The aging surgeon feels he may have despised these defiant and contrary children, were he not so deeply moved by t
Kylie of Culloch - Part 1The first time I saw her, she was in the back corner of a dark and dingy inn, sitting by herself behind a small round wooden table. She was pretty, a slender little thing with long orange hair tied back in a ponytail, but she seemed strangely tall for the table as she sat hunched over, staring into a full mug of beer whose head had long-since flattened.Kylie of Culloch - Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The place stank, and I wondered what a girl like her was doing in a place like this. I would have thought her nobility but for the ragged green tunic she wore; her face was gentle and round, and those green eyes were rare among commoners.
I claimed my room from the innkeeper for five pence and then walked over toward her, curious why a pretty little girl should be sitting, drinking alone, in a room full of brutes.
I got halfway across the room before realizing what I had somehow been blind to: She wasn't human!
The body of a horse was perched under her, light bay colors with dark brown socks, and it had
Unfold - Chapter 1The Swan Princess was my favorite movie growing up. I would watch it every day to the point where I knew what each line was and could quote them. I had all of the songs recognized, and would sing them every day, even though I couldn't sing well. I loved the story over all; a Princess doomed to be a swan during the day, and able to turn back to a human at night. All thanks to a stupid sorcerer who wanted to take over the kingdom. The sad part was that she could not even tell the person she loved how she felt.Unfold - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Can you imagine a situation where you know love is the key to break free, but unable to voice it? Can you imagine that life could be like in the Disney movies? Thanks to Disney movies, you believe that there is magic all around you. You start to think that you can have animal companions that can talk, that you can have seven dwarfs as friends, that you have a fairy grandmother. The worst lie they told was that everyone could have a 'Happily Ever After'.
When you grow up, you start
PazaakPazaak - during KotOR 2 LSF Exile and AttonPazaak6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Atton looked down at his empty hands, wishing he had some busy work to do. Anything to occupy his time. She'd been in there for a really long time. No doubt Kreia was filling her head up with more Jedi nonsense.
He was where he usually was, sitting in the pilot's chair of the Ebon Hawk, and Lycia was in the crew quarters with Kreia. He picked at the worn fabric of his left glove, just below his bare fingers. He felt his knees bounce, a sort of nervous jostling he'd do subconsciously whenever he sat too long with too much time to think.
Yeah, Jedi nonsense. No reason for Kreia to decide to tell Lycia all his deepest darkest secrets now. Surely she was just berating her again for helping out so many of the refugees here on Nar Shaddaa. Still... he couldn't help but worry.
The truth of the matter was that Atton knew he needed to tell Lycia everything, before Kreia did. Maybe hearing it from him would make it go ov
Stockholm SyndromeStockholm Syndrome - pre KotOR JaqStockholm Syndrome6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I shivered uncontrollably. I couldn't stop. This kind of cold isn't something you can get used to. It hurts. Seeps into your bones and makes every inch of your body an instrument of suffering.
I looked down at my hands. They gleamed white in the dim light of the room, causing the half-moon shaped cuts across my palms to stand out in contrast. Cuts I'd made with my fingernails.
I hugged my knees to my chest, but I couldn't get warm. Would I ever be warm again? Shivering in the corner as I was, I didn't think so.
The room I was in was more like a cell. It had a cold plasteel floor and stark white walls. No windows, no furniture, and a single door. I eyed the open shower stall housed in the opposite wall. There were no visible controls on it, no curtain or doors. Just a shower head amidst recessed walls and a small drain in the floor. It seemed to mock me, reminding me of my nudity. Like I could forget.
He'd taken my clothes and left me here with
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world
Water FallingWater Falling6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
white water tumbles, droplets
hammer solid rocks.
Atton drabble - BentBent - during KotOR 2 AttonAtton drabble - Bent6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"This is stupid. Why are we just sitting around?" Atton said the words out loud, but he was talking to himself, mostly.
Things had gone bad in the Jekk'Jekk Tarr, and now G0-T0 had the Exile. But nobody seemed to want to do anything about it but him.
"There is nothing we can do for her now. This is a trial she must overcome herself," Kreia said cryptically. Her raspy voice grated on Atton's nerves.
Visas and the Disciple said nothing, the latter just looking on helplessly. Bao headed for the garage, muttering about repairs.
"Pshh. Well she's not gonna rescue herself," Atton started. "I'm going after her." Somehow, Kreia managed to look surprised, even with her face draped in that horrid Corellian potato sack she always wore. "What? She'd do the same for any one of us." He had no idea why he should feel defensive about it. Just because he usually only took an interest in his own skin... It didn't mean anything.
He left the ship and h
An End to NightmaresThe night seemed to stretch onward endlessly.An End to Nightmares4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I paused from my pacing in order to peek through the windows, waiting. My patience was as vigilant as I could allow it, but it was beginning to wane against my will. My eyes were already drooping, my consciousness rapidly waned, and my body was eager, longing, begging, and desperate for the respite of slumber. For sixty-two hours I had crossed over the rough terrain of the outer regions of Koholint, plunged deeply into its treacherous caverns and catacombs, and entered a labyrinthine shrine. And after having taxed my stamina and endurance to their utter limits, I finally had managed to slay the sixth of the nine treacherous Nightmares. And at last, I had trudged my way across hill, dale, and mountain to return to the quaint little village of Mabe. And all of it had been without one wink of sleep.
I had dared not risk the consequences of slumber, not with the Nightmares still
BirthdayBirthday -WATCHMEN - Pre-Novel RorschachBirthday6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
March 21st, 1976
Snowing today. Snowing a lot lately. Like the earth remembers that it once used ice to cleanse itself of all living things.
Long icicles hang from brownstone buildings, like fingers pointing their accusation at the sinners in the streets.
Snow is covered in the filth of the city. Only stays white as it falls.
White. Like the whipped frosting on a cupcake.
In 1952, at the Lillian Charlton Home, Dr. Steinman gives me a white frosted cupcake. Says that this day is special. I've never been given anything on this day before. I take it back to my dorm. I sit in my chair, looking at the sweet cream frosting. Three of the other boys arrive, see what I have. One of them shoves me, pushes my old face down into it. Nothing is left but a sticky mess. Not sure which boy it was. I break two noses and an arm. Dr. Steinman tells me he isn't allowed to give out cupcakes anymore.
In 1953, on this day, Dr. Steinm
LESSON 1A: COMPOSITION STUDYLESSON 1A: COMPOSITION STUDYLESSON 1A: COMPOSITION STUDY4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
A short lesson on the ins and outs of composition in the visual arts.
Composition, as defined by Wikipedia, "is the placement or arrangement of visual elements or ingredients in a work of art, as distinct from the subject of a work." In short, composition refers to the arrangement of elements within a piece of art that follow a certain set of artistic rules/guidelines. These rules and guidelines are based on what the human eye finds attractive, and hundreds of years of art have proven that although a wonderful piece of art can exist without following these rules, pieces that do follow them are more likely to be visually appealing or stimulating to a wider variety of people.
The rules are based on a series of artistic principles, which I will outline below.
ELEMENTS OF DESIGN
The elements of design are a series of elements that make up the vocabulary of the visual arts. They are your bread and butter, and are one thing
Fritter and WasteFritter and Waste - WATCHMEN - Nite Owl (Hollis Mason)/Silk Spectre (Sally Jupiter), 1940.Fritter and Waste6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The photographer arrived at 8pm, as promised, and as all the Minutemen lined up to pose for the camera, Hollis found himself unable to smile.
He was edgy, nervous. Tonight was the night. He'd been trying to build up the courage to ask Sally out, and after tonight's meeting, he was determined to talk with her privately, and at least take a step toward building something with her. He knew her true identity, everyone did, but like most of the others in the group, Hollis hadn't given his real name out to anyone yet. He was hoping to share that part of himself with Sally, first.
Since the moment he'd first laid eyes on her, he'd been captivated. Hell, so had the rest of the world, he supposed. But somehow, despite her friendly nature, she'd always seemed so unapproachable. Regardless of her penchant for swearing and drinking, it was obvious that Sally came from a higher class
.+:Sorrow:+..+:Sorrow:+.8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hide from your cruelty
Try to hide for days
Hide from your lies
Your evil ways
Leave me be
Constantly beating me
Oh please set me free
I can't take the pain
Save me from this torture
Before I go insane
You tell me to get up
So you can push me down once more
What do you get out of this?
What is this for?
I can beat you
I can overcome this fear
I can try to destroy you after all these years
But why is it so hard to say goodbye
To let you go?
Oh why, oh why can't I leave you
My sweet Sorrow?
Kroneth: The Drow Bank TellerIt was an ordinary day of passing money and making deposits. The only highlight of my working hours is counting big piles of currency.Kroneth: The Drow Bank Teller6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
We cater to the nobles of any job, rank, or race here at Sshamaths First Priority Vault. Its a high security place for all your monetary needs, jabbress. It is what Im required to say to all of our new customers, but my eyes kept flickering to the person behind the old man I was talking to.
She was a regular in our Vault. I didnt even care she was a priestess of Lolth. She loved money and she was exotic. I have seen many drow with amber eyes like hers, even red hair, though they were not a dime a dozen like blonde, silver, or white. For me it was that white lock running through the red that struck me as odd but fun. She was a pretty thing that always wanted me to check on her stash of gems.
While the old man signed his signature on the parchment, I watched the priestess get her documents ready an
BastGuardian of Pharaohs,Bast6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fierce, yet loving.
She who walks the shadows,
watching over all.
Goddess of Sun and Moon.
Protector and Patroness of felines.
Mother of gods,
her faithful companions.
the fleet of foot.
Killers of vermin,
protecting the sacred grain.
Killers of cobras,
Her tawny skin and delicate face,
hide the ferocity within.
She who pads through time,
defender of Ra,
his Lady of Flame.
The very Eye of Ra,
watching over his children,
even as hers watch.
Protectors of the dead,
guiding them to the scales.
Even the sphinx of legend
bows down to her,
unable to meet her fierce gaze.
Guardian of Pharohs.
Goddess of Sun and Moon.