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 verstecktDunkelheit4 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 Legend1 year 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.<
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
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.
...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 - drabble1 year 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
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.
List of Random Magical SpellsList of Random Magical Spells3 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
Bewildered Little MushroomOne afternoon, Plum, a tiny girl no bigger than an walnut skipped down the monochrome violet purple path down to the Fungi Woods and gather the tickle-me-pink colored sweet mushrooms, "Sweet-N-Shrooms".Bewildered Little Mushroom3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The time estimated for her reaching the entrance to Fungi Woods was no less than ten minutes as she became close to her destination. The woods felt devoid of life; the dead silence was broken only by occasional animal noise in the day, and owls' calls when night fell. Plum did not mind the woods being quiet as a mouse since she appreciates the solitude life. She strolled down in the woods and what appeared in front of her was the light blue pigmented toadstools known as "Shroompolines" appeared in front of her like they performed magic act to appear without one knowing. The Shroompolines are the special and rare mushrooms that enable anybody else smaller than them to bounce on them like a trampoline.
Plum decided to save room for gathering the Sweet-N-Shrooms on hold after her dynamism
Red CloakRuby! Ruby!Red Cloak11 months ago in Romance More Like This
I’m not afraid of anything. I’ve trained till I couldn’t stand on my two legs, and even further. I’ve seen the bloodshed of many through the war between my family and the White Fang. Something like this… is nothing.
Ruby!!! Where are you?!!
I screamed loudly into the howling blizzard. I could barely see what was in front of me. After searching aimlessly in this blinding snowstorm, I finally found her. But not in the way I wanted to see her.
10 hours prior
“Ruby! No!” I said to my childish, young partner Ruby Rose. 10 hours, Ruby. Maybe if I had done something in these 10 hours, you would still be…
“Come on, Weiss. I can’t go alone. Yang and Blake had to do something with Professor Goodwitch. You have to come with me!” Ruby begged and pleaded me. Yang and Blake were still in the room, watching the two of us bicker like we always did. I sighed and flicked her
Aren Bestiary: Of Goblins and OrcsAren Bestiary: Of Goblins and Orcs3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Although often separated into two races, goblins and orcs, also known as huorcs or hijashi, belong to the same race, and are so close they can't even be considered subraces. Urusean orcs are considerably more robust, somewhat taller and appear to be more intelligent than their Thalannean and Ordosian relatives, known as goblins, but most differences are negligible and seem to be due to culture, lifestyle and diet. Common to them all is a varying level of animosity towards human races, which they simultaneously fear and consider inferior.
At least on the surface goblin culture reveres raw physical strength above other qualities, although it is rarely those merely strongest in body that end up having most influence in the goblin tribe. Similarily the goblins may dismiss the use of magic as something for the weak and lame, but at the same time fear and revere the powers of their shamans, who tend to be among the most intelligent of goblinkind.
Ever since the appearance of humans in northe
Heartlandtonight I will fallHeartland4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
asleep in the vineyard while
my hair is still damp
from kissing you in
The Rhine: 'I want to
swim down the center of it
and not know if the
water I'm drinking is französisch
I don't write about
you to stop from glorifying you.
the way you laugh
when my hands start shaking.
I tell you how fond I am of empires.
I want you to baptize
me king in the red and white
wines of the coronation fountain.
we don't have a language.
we are a language.
'knight' is a synonym
for 'always drowning'
and when I come to
bed I breathe in wheat
instead of grapes from you.
tonight I will fall
asleep in the vineyard while
my hair is still damp
from kissing you in
to the gentle thrum of
the sparrows under my
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:
psalms written by palmsCecil spoke with his hands, and when he did, it looked like magic. I was always stumbling for words while he made them out of thin air, shaping molecules into sounds so quiet they could only be seen. I wanted my fingers to dance like his, but they felt clumsy and heavy. But he always smiled when I tried, and his hands smiled back.psalms written by palms5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There were nights when the only way I could speak was in sideways glances, and his fingertips would whisper secrets across my collarbone, always slow and soft and quiet.
On the beach, he presses his palm to mine in a classic and immediately intimate gesture. I use my hands to sculpt sandcastles while his knuckles crack poetry into their foundations. I let my body heat up as much as it can in the sunlight, my hair running down my back and keeping it warm like a solar-powered blanket.
Cecil keeps looking up at me, inviting me to watch his dance, to share it, but I dont feel like stumbling, so I look down. The words I cant say have been twisting in m
Building a Consensus, UpdatedYeoman Kelly Chambers stood idly at her station up on the main deck of the Normandy, located next to the galaxy map, considering things. Her bare arms crossed one another out of habit, and a slender finger touched at her lower lip.Building a Consensus, Updated5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Commander Shepard wasn't present on the deck. Amidst the beeps of technicians typing at their stations, Kelly had the wry idea that he was down in Engineering spending time with a certain Quarian.
I'm glad they got together, they're both such wonderful people, She thought to herself glancing over at his Console. They're so cute.
Her thoughts at that moment turned to the ships newest... "Crew Member", and what was to be done in regards to it.
I mean... I trust Shepard, he knows exactly what he's doing... but a Geth? Activating a Geth on the ship?
Kelly had examined the psychology of all the Crew carefully. Jack, Grunt and Zaeed had made her uneasy with their presence, but she could understand them a to a certain degree.
Cause And Effect - Chapter 2John was surprised to find most of the houses on the street already empty as he and Katie warned of the FEMA eviction notices that would probably be coming, the few people who were still in their homes didn't take much notice to the possibility FEMA might come knocking.Cause And Effect - Chapter 24 years ago in Settings More Like This
John took off into a brisk pace around the inside of his house after they had returned, pulling out bags of melting ice for the two spare coolers he also brought out to the front porch, he filled them with a layer of ice, and then threw a few Cokes on the ice before repeating the layering process.
He went back into the house and brought out a 24-pack of Coors Light and filled the paintball cooler with ice and the beer. Katie stood on the porch, leaning against a support beam. She looked very uncomfortable, John noticed; every time he would take a glance at her she looked jittery. Her uncomfortable look grew to alarm when John once again came out of the house, only this time holding a Mossberg 500A Tactical 12-gauge shot
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.
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
Cause And Effect - Chapter 5Later That NightCause And Effect - Chapter 54 years ago in Settings More Like This
Katie noticed John's drinking that night wasn't as liberal as the night before, and as it picked up he seemed to grow quieter, only speaking and moving when he finally decided to stand up and go in to find a movie for the night. He brought one of the beer-filled coolers with him. She knew it had something to do with a past memory, causing nightmares like he had the last night, but she couldn't figure out what it was exactly.
Katie didn't want to pester John about it, especially after the ominous reply she received the first time, but she wanted to know what was bothering him, maybe she could help. But, whether or not John saw it that way Katie figured she was already pushing her luck by even being there.
"Is there anythin' you'd like to watch?" John asked, him being drunk brought out the Cajun accent he did his best to disguise, although he wasn't sure why; bad grammar or something.
"No, I'll watch whatever you were going to watch." Katie said.
"Y'Sure?" John sl