The Watchman THE WATCHMANThe Watchman2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was well known that Thorin Oakenshield was a hard head, stubborn to his very core and had a determination so fierce that he had chosen to take back Erebor with only thirteen dwarves and a Hobbit. It was his stubbornness that had ultimately caused his demise on the battlefield, something he would never back down from. He had defended his decision voraciously since arriving in the Haven. He had refused to go forth without his entire company and so he had sat in the Haven for nigh on seventy years, watching as each member of his company went through life without him. Kili and Fili, bless their hearts had crossed through to the Haven mere moments after he had and after much discussion – a word Thorin used lightly here for discussion between his two nephew could only be translated through fists – had elected to wait with him. Dwarves are uncannily loyal to those whom they love if they so choose to be.
So it was that Thorin had picked his place to watch the goings on
Traum von Angst.Traum von Angst.Traum von Angst.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Durch die Leere des Gebäudes,
das es aber gar nicht gibt,
irrt das wunderschöne Mädchen,
das mich über alles liebt.
Weinend stürzt sie durch die Zimmer,
sucht nach mir auf jedem Gang,
klopft an jede aller Türen,
schon das ganze Leben lang.
Langsam kommt sie zu dem Glauben,
daß sie den nicht finden wird,
den sie sucht, solange dieser
zeitgleich nach ihr selber irrt.
Also setzt sie sich und wartet,
und das Warten fällt ihr schwer,
denn sie wartet auf die Hoffnung.
Doch die Hoffnung kommt nicht mehr.
Und dann weint sie ihre Tränen
auf den Boden des Salons
und stürzt sich in ihr Verderben
von der Brüstung des Balkons.
Denn sie sah die Zeit verstreichen,
während die Geduld verstrich,
als sie saß und wartete
der daneben saß, bin ich.
Wartete auf jenes Mädchen,
das mich über alles liebt,
in der Leere des Gebäudes,
das es aber gar nicht gibt.
DunkelheitIm dunkelsten Gemäuer verstecktDunkelheit5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Liegt mein pochend rotes Herz
Des Krieges Schreie hat es verdreckt
Geblieben ist mir nur der Schmerz
Drum lebe ich im Dunkeln
Wie des Abgrunds Tiefe
Bleibt verborgen mir des Lichtes Funkeln
So als wenn Gott bereits schliefe
Engel bespucken meinen Körper
Lachen, machen mich verrückt
Fest eingesperrt im eigenen Kerker
Einsamkeit die mich hier bedrückt
Der Glaube ist hier vergangen
Habe ihn im Dunkeln verloren
Bin in mir selbst gefangen
Schließlich hinab zur Hölle geboren
by T.j Kitsuné
OooRPGOooRPG4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
-----Creating a Character-----
Creating your character is a simple process.
First, choose your race. You may want to make up what your character looks like, after all, the inhabitants of Ooo are all extremely different.
Secondly, roll for your stats. A player will roll 2d6 for every skill, taking the higher of the two resulting numbers as the total for that skill.
The absolute minimum a skill can be (Including modifiers) is 1, while the highest a skill can be is 20. Equipment Modifiers can push as skill past 20 and up to 30.
With every level, a player gains two skill points they can add to any skill of choice.
Third, apply the stat modifiers to your resulting statline.
Vitality (VIT) : Determines how many life points you have. One point in VIT equals one hitpoint.
Toughness (TGH) : Determines how strong your character is, how hard they can hit, and how much
UntitledNäht ihr ihren Mund zuUntitled8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
zick zack, zick zack
Endlich hat man vor ihr Ruh
Nie mehr solch ein Schabernack.
Tackert ihr die Augen dicht
klick klack, klick klack
Ihre Tränen sieht man nicht.
Auf ihren Wangen nie mehr Salzgeschmack.
Schneidet ihr die Finger ab
schnipp schnapp, schnipp schnapp
Hinein mit ihr ins Massengrab
Seele tropft ihr aus den Fingern, ach wie schlapp.
How a to End a Legend"Why did you keep me alive?"How a to End a Legend2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why did the Sisters keep you alive?"
Hiccup might have laughed at Thor batting his question with another question, but Norse still sounded so odd to him; like a familiar, well-worn pair of shoes that had been lost for too many years. His heart took solace in the language as his mind sought the answer.
The god’s hand upon his shoulder was a comfort for once, rather than an annoyance. Everything felt better now that he was dead—easier. And yet… he still had so many questions.
"Think, Hiccup," Thor urged at his pause. "Why did they not kill you upon first stepping foot in their gallery?"
And so Hiccup thought. It certainly wasn’t because he was handsome or charming. He was awkward, fifteen, a mess. The Sisters had always treated Hiccup like the Fool. Like their property.
His hand involuntarily went to his neck. He was their property. Mayhap even in death.<
...and you threw that thing out into the sea!Hiccup lay in bed and listened to the even pattern of his dragon breathing, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he waited for sleep. His eyes shifted to the weathered dragon doll hung over his headboard....and you threw that thing out into the sea!2 years ago in Drama More Like This
His father's words of earlier echoed in his mind in a haunting reverberation.
"One day we were out fishing and you threw that thing out into the sea!"
Hiccup remembered that day. He did. He remembered sitting beside his father, remembered the sunless, grey sky, he remembered how the wood of the fishing pole chafed against his palms.
He almost told him just then, just after his father brought it up. Hiccup almost told his father the truth because they had been so open with each other as of late. Hiccup had held the little dragon in his hands, scouring his mind for the gentlest words needed, but when he oppened his mouth all he said was, "How did you find it?" and the moment had passed.
Hiccup blinked away the memory o
Warmth - drabble“Stormfly, still,” Astrid commanded. The Nadder’s fidgeting barely halted but her rider still managed to get one of the three saddle straps undone.Warmth - drabble2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey,” Astrid called out as she worked. “Let’s check out the Ice Gorges next time. I hear there are some edible wild berries in those parts. We’ve pretty much exhausted all of Berk’s by now…”
She kept her focus on maneuvering around the next set of buckles, even as Hiccup’s voice rose to respond from the other side of his dragon.
“I thought you said it was too close to Villainy?”
Astrid’s shrugged. ”Eh, I wasn’t sure you could keep up before. I think we can give it a go next time we’re in the area.”
There was a pause and then, slow and uncertain, Hiccup repeated her words.
“You weren’t sure I could keep up?”
Astrid bit her lip to keep from smiling. His voice always dipped in
Love SpellI call to the night,Love Spell6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I call to the moon,
Please grant my wish,
Please grant it soon.
I wish to have the heart
Of the one that I love,
I wish to have their soul
Engraved upon my palm.
I ask for your help,
Please give me a sign,
Please let my wish be granted,
Please let their heart be mine.
Her Haunted Mansion Chapter 3"Minnie hey, my Minnie. Time to get up."Her Haunted Mansion Chapter 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Her eyelashes fluttered, as she was called that tender name once more. How long had she been out? She yawned, meaning to push her pillow aside, but as she moved her hands, she wasn't touching any pillow, but some firm legs. She froze in place, remembering everything that happened, and just where she had fallen asleep. In an instant, she was sitting up, her face blushing deeply, flustered by just how unladylike she had been. "I-I'm sorry! I, uh, ah, I didn't, oh my, mean "
His chuckle put her at ease, and as he stood, he took her hand, so she would stand as well. "We're home, my Minnie. Let's go." The door to the carriage opened on its own, and she followed him outside, where the moon hung daintily in the sky. "Welcome to my mansion."
Her breath stopped as she looked upon the massive building, so tall that it seemed to reach into the heavens. It was beautiful, with endless windows and rooms, grotesque gargoyles perched every
Shot To The HeartHere I sit, soul dyingShot To The Heart7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here to stay, keep crying
Gone forever never to return
Inside my heart love burns
I just try to hide it all
Like a bottle, lid on tight
Rolled up like a ball
Unbent, unbroken, godly might
You left me alone again
Blame rests only on me
My life is full of sin
I tried to act perfectly
I just keep losing you
No matter what I do
I can't keep going on,
Weathered one to many storms
I left my heart wide open,
Took a shot to the head
My soul is torn and dead
Gaping hole through which I bled
List of Random Magical SpellsList of Random Magical Spells4 years ago in Settings More Like This
REMEMBER: A "Good" author, or even a "Great" one, does their best to be unique with their ideas for a magical universe, and avoids God-moding (aka, where a character is impossible to defeat, despite little training, etc etc.) A "Wise" author ALSO remembers, that every spell can be counter-attacked, or canceled all together, with another one. Spells are an endless cycle of attack and counter-attack, start and cancel, and many can, like medicine, have a greater, or worse, effect, if combined.
Now then, this list contains spells that I myself came up with. They are not Harry Potter spells, so please look elsewhere for those. If you have a unique spell that you are fine with others using for any reason, without credit to you, feel free to leave it in the comments section!
Likewise, these spells are for use of ANYone, with NO credit needed, to be used in ANY means they desire; books, comics, fanfics, etc etc. However, I would still recommend coming up with a uniq
Astrid's StoryHe left.Astrid's Story2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Astrid Hofferson was in a bad place when she last saw Hiccup, if we can remember. It was bad enough she lost the attention of her peers and village, but she lost her place as the Most Valuable Trainee. By this point in the story, Astrid was driven into such anger and such suspicion that she had knocked down Hiccup, stepped on him, and hit him with the butt of her axe.
She’d be lying if she said that didn’t relieve a little bit of her stress.
So, yes, Astrid was not in a very stable condition when she last saw Hiccup, and that stability took a further turn by the reaction of the village to her revelation of Hiccup's secret. She told them, plainly, that Hiccup was harboring a Night Fury, catering to it like a dear pet. They laughed at her.
Bear in mind, Astrid was proven right. Hiccup was up to no good. Not only did he cheat to defeat all those dragons, but he was also consorting with their generation-old enemy. He was riding on the back of
Pirates Versus Privates, 34Alcatraz hadn't changed much since Mickey had nearly gone there last time. It was still a cold, desolate island in the middle of nowhere, since it was supposed to be a place where people sent pirates so they could be forgotten about forever. Today was the exact opposite. All eyes were on the island, with dozens of ships in the water and in the air going around the world renowned prison. A meeting was happening inside that hadn't been heard of in years, and everyone wanted to listen in on it. On this mutual territory, the rulers of the four kingdoms were deciding the fate of piracy.Pirates Versus Privates, 343 years ago in Romance More Like This
Mickey and Minnie had been pulled from the cold water and rescued, and their injures had been tended to. Magica's body couldn't be found, but her vile deeds were exposed and the world did not know how to move on. Mickey and Minnie were undeniably heroes, but he was a pirate, and she was a discharged private who had illegally used her weapons. Then there was the matter of all the pirates who had he
Dragon's LoveDragon's Love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why didn't I kill it? I'll admit, you're right: it was an easy kill. Scrawny, hardly any muscle, no weapons to speak of, and too cowardly to kill me. I could have snapped its neck like a twig. Almost did, too. But I didn't.
I should have. It tore off my tail fin, which hurt quite a bit I should mention. I could hardly fly. Even as I tried to escape that cove, I knew I'd never fly again; you know how it is. Our wings are everything. Hello, wolves? Panthers? Vikings? Other dragons? Dead Night Fury walking! Free meal, come and get it!
Then it came back. No, not that! The Viking boy! It wouldn't leave me the hell alone. It started feeding me and it fixed my tail. It kept me alive. Which was very strange. This was a new method I'd never heard of:
HushBe quiet, so quiet,Hush6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I cant hear you speak,
Your words- they enrage me,
Pathetic and weak.
Youre no one,
A cold witless stare,
Youre so sad,
Theres nobody there.
Youre too thoughtful,
I am sick of you now,
I dont love you,
Dont want you,
Dont like you somehow.
So be mute,
Just to deafen,
The person I hate,
Youre just nothing,
Just no one,
A clean hollow slate.
TFAV Drab 04 RP OP RES PRELUDETFAV Drab 04 RP OP RES PRELUDE4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Transformers AlterVerse Drabble 04: Operation Rescue Eagle One Prelude
(Note: The drabbles take place in a series of time frames after TFAV Chapter Arraignment and Answers and before the TFAV Chapter named Rescue Prez)
"President Whitemore has been captured by Russian Forces. Use of him and cabinet as hostages and leverage is inevitable. Revise Request: Send all Autobot Alliance as well as FSOF, NEST and GI JOE Strike Teams to retreive High Priority Target. This is of utmost importance. Failure is not an option."
- Autobot Alliance Pulsewave Communiqué to all Autobot Alliance and Allied forces, 2 days before the launch of Operation Rescue Eagle One.
Year 2010 A.D._
Somewhere in the Middle East_
G.I. J.O.E. (Global Integrated Joint Operations Entity) The Pit_
2 days ago_
Hawk - 'I want reports now! We have to have all our plans in order."
Duke: All the Joes were prepped and ready, but unfortunately we cannot s
HTTYD- How to Wake Up HiccupToothless' How to Wake Up HiccupHTTYD- How to Wake Up Hiccup5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Berk; a place where it snowed nine months of the year and hailed the other three, a place where nothing edible grew and where the people were nearly as unpleasant as the weather, a place where dragons used to be a most unwanted and dangerous pest. A place that saw the birth of a hero, the birth of a legend: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III; the first Viking to refuse killing a dragon and the first to train one as well.
Yes, ever since the epic battle between the Green Death, Hiccup and his ever-loyal Night Fury, Toothless, Hiccup received quite a royal treatment. After all one doesn't kill the Green Death, manage to tame a Night Fury, and lives to tell the tale only ending up with just a few scratches and a missing limb. No, Hiccup made a name among his peers and honored his father; he had tasted the sweet flavor of glory. But this tale has been already told, and as Hiccup likes to say, let the past stay in the past. He now occupied himself in teachi
The Warrior ComplexIt's the reason I can't look at myself in the mirror some days.The Warrior Complex4 years ago in Settings More Like This
And, on other days I can stand there without holding shame.
Some call it the actions of the prideful, when it's the actions of the headstrong.
Actions of the past have made me ashamed to even be me.
It's no life to live being around people when all you do is fuck up again and again.
Other actions taken under the same mentality have made me mighty happy.
Sometimes, it's because I'm the bad guy, and sometimes it's me just being the nice guy.
Some call it the Bastard Complex, but it's the Warrior Complex.
A mentality of the extreme that's not compatible with civilian life.
And it's only compatible with a few people of the world, which is evident.
I've been told I should be ashamed of myself, that I'm a bastard.
I won't be ashamed of myself, for I am just me.
If it makes me a bastard and people forsake me, then that's just how it's going to be.
Her Haunted Mansion Chapter 1Today, everything hurt. Her chest hurt for all the heaving her breath had done, her throat cracked for all of her coughing, her head ached as it bobbed back and forth, and her back and legs were sore from laying down all day. She could not even try to distract herself with thought, for the pain dominated all of her attention. Though this all encompassing hurt was not rare, she had wished it had not come this day. If she had looked and felt better, maybe she could have convinced her parents to let her out. It was a pitiful hope, but one she clung onto with all of her might.Her Haunted Mansion Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Today, she turned eighteen, or so she thought. By now, time was a guessing game, and only by making small nicks with her nails onto her bedpost could she tell how much had elapsed. Her parents did not allow her the company of a clock or calendar, saying she didn't need such 'frivolities'. What did time matter to someone so ill? But she felt so sure that today was her birthday, and that she was eighteen years old, the
Il ragazzo del cannocchialeSuo zio Jorio non le piaceva granché. Dejanira non l'aveva visto molte volte, ma quel che sapeva del ramo della sua famiglia le bastava ed avanzava per desiderare che se ne andasse al più presto possibile dalla loro locanda.Il ragazzo del cannocchiale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Era di bell'aspetto, quello sì: alto quanto il fratello, gli stessi occhi azzurri, ma la capigliatura era fulva e riccioluta, mentre quella di suo padre era di un semplice castano che già andava diradandosi sulle tempie. Ma anche se avesse perso tutti i capelli, per Dejanira sarebbe rimasto il papà più bello del mondo: adorava la sua barbetta che le pizzicava le guance ogni volta che gli saltava al collo, o le braccia nerborute che la sollevavano neanche fosse stata una piuma. Era grande e grosso come il più temibile dei pirati, e non a caso tutti lo chiamavano "l'oste di ferro", per la sua tempra e la sua stazza muscolosa. Guai a chi cercava di non pagare o, peggio ancora, a chi osava insultare lei o sua madre: li avrebbe picchiati tutti a dovere.
Disney Storybits 23PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT!Disney Storybits 234 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was definitely going to be a bump on Mickey's head. He reached up, and rubbed between his large ears... oh yes, it was already forming. Another sore addition to this already disastrous day. He tried to sit up, his clothes entirely soaked in sea water. For a moment, he shut his eyes, trying to gather his senses, before opening them wide to let it sink in what happened. He'd done a trip Goofy would have proud of, and had fallen from the beach onto this sea bank.
He was lost. No Goofy, no Pluto, no anybody, in sight, or could even be heard. He was sitting on the sand, with the ocean water spilling towards him, and just as easily retreating. Climbing up for now wasn't an option, but he couldn't just sit and do nothing. With a grunt, he forced himself onto his feet, feeling his sandals squish underneath him. Thus he started his journey, walking near the rocks, hoping to stay away from the water as much as he could.