Dear, Knight in Shining ArmorTo every girls Knight in Shining Armor, not just mineDear, Knight in Shining Armor6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Use your armor for good instead of evil
Dont let what she says bounces off the silver plating
Dont use it as a shield from your own desires
Use your armor to protect both of you from outside forces
Use that helmet with the slits for eyes and the visor that just wont stay up for protection too
Dont shield your thoughts
But rather allow hers to seep through the seams and rock around in your brain
Know what shes thinking
Know what youre thinking is a combination of her and you
Use your helmet with slits for eyes and the visor that just wont stay up to shield both your minds from danger
Use your shield with the blazing heart on it as proof
Show her youd do anything for her
Slay the fire breathing dragons
Fight with the fiercest of foes
But keep you both safe behind it
Use your shield with
Rin's Adventures Part TenRin’s Adventures Part Ten:Rin's Adventures Part Ten9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rin slowly made her way through a dense patch of brush. She breathed deeply; the cool air of the forest was much different from the warmer, slightly polluted air of the Miratan city. The sunlight shone down through occasional breaks on the canopy above, and everywhere Rin looked brightly colored flowers peeped out at her.
“It’s good to be back home,” the young Naga remarked to herself. “But I wish I could have brought Caidance along. I’m sure she’d have loved these flowers.” Rin picked a bright crimson flower from a dense patch and slipped the long stem above her hair. A moment later she reached for a large yellow blossom when she became aware of a buzzing noise coming from above her. Looking up sharply, Rin saw a giant insect zooming down at her. It was black and yellow, with a stinger half a long as Rin’s upper body. “Then again maybe not!” She said as she rolled to the side. The stinger miss
Creating a CharacterCreating a Character4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This starter guide is written to help you write a character that's on the same map with the other beginning characters. It's designed for creating LEVEL 1 characters, so worry about specialisations and other fancy stuff later!
In a nutshell:
start at level 1
warrior/mage/rogue, no specialisations before level 7
(level up by completing quests)
can pick two skills OR abilities from the DA: O talent tree or make up your own within reason
DA: O Talents: Link
Remember, we're here to have some quality RP fun, so please take a moment to consider your characters before joining!
The characters are screened by admins to make sure these ground rules are followed, so please take extra care seeing to them.
And now, please read the whole guide. We'll know if you haven't.
General notes about the world:
Horus Ch. 1PART ONE: THE SEARCHHorus Ch. 17 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
REIA WORE THE simple white linen kilt of a common villager, but the long papyrus staff he carried denoted what power he had. It wasn't much; his tiny Delta village contained only about a hundred or so people, living atop the earthen hillocks scattered randomly between meandering rivulets and branches of the river. His people plied the water in their little papyrus skiffs, grazing cattle in the drier spots, growing what few crops they could, hunting wildfowl and catching fish in the marshes. The only people they ever saw were Delta villagers like themselves; any sign of outsiders was something to look out for, as outsiders, in times like these, could mean nothing but trouble.
Reia was worried about this. He looked down at his sandals as he walked. One of the herdsmen, a trustworthy fellow from the sound of it, had reported a band of Apsiu far off beyond the marshes. He ha
Don't BlinkDon't let the angels touch your flesh,Don't Blink4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
or you will live an old life fresh.
Don't blink your eyes, or look away,
Lest you live your life in yesterday.
They turn to stone when them you spy,
And granite wings will never fly.
They'll kill you nice, but you'll be dead,
and all because you turned your head.
So never blink or avert your gaze,
or shortened then will be your days.
Don't blink, don't turn, don't wink an eye,
when'ere you see an angel cry.
The War for ArathorThoradin was once a great King,The War for Arathor6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
To him doth the elven bards sing;
He formed the nation of Arathor,
And rallied Men from evry shore.
Strom was his nations capital,
And it was great and powerful;
With Thoradin as King did Strom grow,
And Arathor rose til the Trolls blow.
The Elves of QuelThalas to the north
Pleaded for help til the Men came forth;
The Troll Wars became Thoradins own,
And he warred til his peoples loyalty shone
Arathor splintered into a series of city-states:
The magical Dalaran forged its own fates;
Gilneas kept to itself, and paid the price;
Wars struck Alterac and Lordaeron and Kul Tiras.
Arathors great city of Strom was left in ruin,
And was renamed Stromgarde soon;
Far to the south was Azeroth formed,
Renamed Stormwind after the Orcs stormed.
Stromgarde now lies in three parts:
The human Syndicate Rogues stab our hearts;
The human Arathor Warriors stand in the fray;
The Boulderfist Ogres smash all in t
Brotherly BondsSubject: The TransformersBrotherly Bonds8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Sideswipe and Sunstreaker (Twiiiiinss )
Summary: A simple visit and art session turns into something more
Warning: Slash! Twincest No likey no lookie.
* * *
Being stuck in medical sucked aft. Being stuck in medical with nothing to do sucked more aft. Being stuck in medical with nothing to do and his brother not being there, now that was pure torture.
Sunstreaker laid on one of the many recharge berths in the Hatchets medbay, his left leg missing just below the knee joint. He was in pain, grouchy, hostile, and if anyone even so much as looked at him wrong he swore to Primus he was going to rip out their fuel pumps and shove it up their exhaust pipe.
Not that it mattered though, no one would even consider to come and visit him. Well maybe that wasnt entirely true. Jazz did try and visit him earlier But Ratchet threw him out, literally, saying that Sunstreaker needed rest and should not be disturbed
Citronshipping Fanfic: ShieldCitronshipping Fanfic: Shield4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dexterity of Marik's long, elegant fingers was, as ever, a matter of fascination to Bakura. He moved with the nimbleness of a jungle cat, the sandy-colored demigod of the desert, and gazed upon his prey with narrowed, luminous eyes, just as he was now staring at Bakura.
"Will you cut off a lock of your hair for me?" he asked, smiling, while he handed Bakura the dagger.
Bakura grabbed the knife. He slipped it through the stained, white strands and snipped off a handful. When Marik approached to take the hair, Bakura suddenly grasped the boy by his waist and brought him close.
"Marik," he said so quietly and sweetly that Marik shivered. "What's the purpose of this? You've still told me nothing. It's almost dawn and I can think of a few other things we could be doing."
Marik slipped out of his hands as easily as if he were made of wet clay. He turned back to the shrine, where he placed the locks of hair.
"Patience. I have plans for that too, but this takes precedence."
DMPCDMPC4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My DMPC will not be the party leader.
My DMPC will not be as important as the PCs.
My DMPC will be whatever the party needs them to be.
My DMPC's moods will not reflect my own.
My DMPC will be as much a slave to the Dice as the PCs are.
My DMPC can die.
My DMPC will not have all the solutions.
My DMPC will be underpowered.
My DMPC is not perfect.
My DMPC is a support character.
Just BecauseJust because I'm young, doesn't mean I'm ignorantJust Because4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just because I'm an adult, doesn't mean I'm boring
Just because I'm a furry, doesn't mean I like yiff
Just because I like yaoi, doesn't mean I'm sick
Just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean I'm feminine
Just because I'm Christian, doesn't mean I'm stuck up
Just because I'm quite, doesn't mean I'm mad at you
Just because I draw vent art, doesn't mean I'm a self hater
Just because I got low grades, doesn't mean I'm an idiot
Just because I'm proud, doesn't mean I'm arrogant
Just because I'm busy, doesn't mean I don't have time for you
Just because I'm fat, doesn't mean I'm lazy
Just because I'm skinny, doesn't mean I'm anorexic
Just because I'm blonde, doesn't mean I'm dumb
Just because I'm a ginger, doesn't mean I don't have feelings
Just because I'm a jock, doesn't mean I'm vain
Just because I'm a man, doesn't mean I'm an ass
Just because I'm pretty, doesn't mean I'm a ditz
Just because I'm unattractive, doesn't mean I'm cold
Heroes of the Northern KingdomFrom the harsh, cold, unforgiving mountainsHeroes of the Northern Kingdom4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Of the northern land
We come from
Boys we were when we left
Foolishly naive and young
Men we are now
Ours hearts harden as steel
Harden by this new world
Of War and Politics
Sons and Daughters of the Legendary Norsemen
Coming to the main lands
To make our ancestors proud
To make our fathers, our mothers, our brothers, and our sisters proud
To make our King proud
To make the Almighty proud
To bring Glory
To our Great Birthland
The Light of this cold and dark world
Here He come
The Lion of the North
Our King and Leader
Fighting alongside us
Ready to share our inevitable faith
To make our country and its people
The Strongest of the Strong
The Proudest of the Proud
The Greatest of the Great
And the History of Manking
Will forever Remember Us
Thou when our Motherland called
We, Her Proud Sons and Daughters, came and fought for Her
By Our teeth and nails
Covered by the dirt and the fifth
Never retreating from the Grim Reaper
ChildrenChildren are the most honest kindChildren4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the most ridiculous thing to us
is the most important to them
we always disregard them
like they're dumb
they won't understand
but you forget
that children are observant
they can feel the heavy emotion
they can see the face of hurt
they act silly
just to cheer you up
but we push them along
sometimes i think
Because even if the parents think they don't understand
the Childs in the middle
with a dying heart
he or she might not understand
but they sure feel it inside
Enslaved: Trip WG short story"M-Monkey...I'm going to need you to c-carry me for a little bit. I can't...I just can't keep up!"Enslaved: Trip WG short story4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The buff, silver-haired man immediately came to a halt in the middle of his brisk sprint; a pained expression formed on his face. He couldn't dare bring himself to turn around to face the young woman following closely behind him. From far off in the distance, within the desolate wasteland of overgrown foliage and decimated structures, the sound of clinking metal could be heard just briefly. It meant that the mechs were gradually closing in on their position. They couldn't risk spending much time in one place for long.
However, it wasn't the mechs that were the real problem. At least, not at the moment.
"I," Monkey paused as he thought deeply on his next words, "I don't think I can do that, Trip."
"I said I can't do it."
"And why not?" Trip snapped back.
"Well...you know...uh, lots of reasons," Monkey stumbled over his words in a way that was quite unlike his usual rough, stra
Pain Comes in SeasonsPain Comes in Seasons5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Now don't get attached, and don't write down your dreams
Things can turn around quickly, it's not how it seems
When things go well and you become naïve
You think the things you love, won't up and leave
When you're full of anguish and lost in the night,
hang on till morning and watch for the light!
I once had dreams, a future and friends, I got attached didn't think they could end
I took things easy, I wrote them in pen. I forgot how easily the best things can end.
Now I'm abandoned, no job, all alone, no plans to speak of, in an cold empty home,
I'm twice as hurt, I never thought this could be, Never saw this coming, couldn't happen to me
I wrote things in pen, took their promises seriously, trust me, you don't want to be me.
So when things go well, now, just don't get attached, even the best things they're not gonna last,
Your kids they grow up, your friends move away, your car will break down, your parents will die someday.
Enjoy your peace, your freedom from pain, but don't t
The Itsy Bitsy TARDISThe itsy bitsy TARDIS went through the temporal riftThe Itsy Bitsy TARDIS4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then came the cracks and pushed the box adrift
In came the Doctor and sealed up all the cracks
And the itsy bitsy TARDIS travelled again at last.
A better GodA better God4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The world needs a better God.
A sigh escapes his masked lips. He doesn't want to pretend that he's okay, because he's not. Ever since that day, he has been in an almost depressed state.
It's not like he was going to show it anyway.
But right now, he doesn't care. Back then, Shinigami-sama thought that it really was hard to keep calm while his son was away, who knew where, being captive by the crazy wizard who possessed the Book of Eibon. He knew how many things that Book could do, the dark magic inside of it. He was scared, anxious. But he kept believing in Kid and searching for a way to bring him back, so it would be all over and he didn't feel so afraid anymore.
That was back then. Now, it is completely different. Kid has already completed two of his Sanzu Lines, and he is also more mature and collected. He isn't a little boy anymore, and Shinigami-sama and he barely talk with each other anymore, much to Shinigami-sama's chagrin.
That, and the fact that they had just found the Kis
Twilight and FeminismIntroductionTwilight and Feminism6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Throughout history women have fought for their rights. Today, at first sight, it seems as if they might have succeeded in their struggle to attain equality between women and men. Never before has our society been so focused on gender equality in the nineties strong feminist role models as Buffy Summers from 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' and Xena from 'Xena: Warrior Princess' were looked up to, but now another tendency is starting to show among teenage girls. With the release of the young-adult novel 'Twilight' in 2005, old-fashioned ideas of partnership are becoming more and more popular, at least if one is to look at the sales figures for 'The Twilight Series'.
This article seeks to draw parallels between the gender roles in 'The Yellow Wallpaper', a short story from 1892, written by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, and the novel 'Twilight' written by Stephenie Meyer. It will focus on the examples of female infantilization and representation of gender in both stories
True love lasts a long timeTogether they were walking. No destination in mind, just wandering the streets together.True love lasts a long time4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their hands were locked. Their fingers were intertwined, as they had been a million times before.
He turned his head to look at her. His eyes saw the familiar person next to him, she was more than just familiar to him.
A soft smile graced her lips. A smile he had seen so many times, but never seemed to lose its beauty.
Together they were walking. No destination in mind, just wandering the streets together.
He looked at her again. To the world she was imperfect, to him she was far from that
He thought about that morning. When he had awoken next to her for the first time, and how he couldn't wait for the next morning to come.
His thumb stroke across her hand. The feel of her skin brought back so many memories, he treasured them all.
Together they were walking. I could see the setting sun paint colours on their backs as I watched them walk by, and I could see their old, locked hands.
Diva of the Sun Chapter 32Chapter 32Diva of the Sun Chapter 323 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After resting for another day or so, Aria was fit to travel again, and she was more than determined to find and reunite with her companions. Despite her best efforts to dissuade him, Zark decided to accompany her so as to be her guide and protector, leaving Zarkana under the care of his wife, Lia. The two Instinct Clowns also tagged along; having grown fond of them during her recovery, Aria was a little hesitant about letting them come along, but their optimistic personalities softened her fears. Unable to learn their names - or if they even had names - she gave the two nicknames, and they accepted them joyfully; David for the one in yellow, and Rene for the one in red.
As the quartet made their way through another lush forest, Aria walked beside Zark as she watched David and Rene playfully dart ahead, pointing out everything in sight. They emitted so much joy, that Aria almost forgot that there were still Tartaros
Sometimes BrokenSometimes Broken4 years ago in Drama More Like This
A couple weeks ago, my teacher made my class write an assignment, on whatever subject we wanted. I chose to write about my Bestfriend, and how he was the most important part of my life. Im a terrible writter, and I knew I wouldn't get a great mark, but I made sure to write everything down so she knew just how important he meant to me.
The following week she pulled out three texts, the ones which she loved and read them out loud. Sure enough, mine was the third one read and I was suprised. When she handed the papers back I was proud of the result and I wanted to show my text to my bestfriend.
Problem with that is... we haven't been on good talking terms lately. Ironicly enough, I'm ashamed of all the good things I wrote for him, when after all that, I saw how much we were drifting apart. I re read it again and again, over and over. Telling myself Fix this. Fix this before it's too late.
Two weeks ago, we were asked to write a text and read it out loud, about the subject we h
CoD - What he wantsWhat he wants - Soap/GhostCoD - What he wants5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He hated getting drunk more than anything else. Even pain he could stand better.
He disliked the feeling of having forgotten something important, the black hole the alcohol left in his memories. He always did something equally embarrassing and unusual when he was totally drunk, that much he knew. After all, his team was always more than willing to tell him everything.
This time though he didn't need anyone because he could remember every detail of the shit he had done.
One of the evidences of the completely fucked up night still lay besides him. Or well, under him, to be accurate. Because he woke up sprawled over a completely unconscious Soap right underneath him, legs entangled and he knew they had slept that way already and Soap's arm almost crushing his chest with the grip he had on Ghost.
At least he still wore more or less all of the casual clothes he had appeared at the party with. Definitely a really good sign, so he only to
MW2 - You Can't Kill a GhostMW2 - You Can't Kill a Ghost5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just a little bit farther...
Roach weighed strongly on Ghost's shoulder as he helped drag the younger man to safety, just feet away in Shepherd's awaiting heli. As the back hatch opened, Ghost nearly sighed in relief as Shepherd came out to meet them. He could tell Roach, who was still breathing heavily in pain, began to relax in awaiting relief as well.
"Do you have the DSM?" Shepherd shouted over the roar of the engines.
"We got it, sir!" Ghost yelled back, ready to get his teammate a safe distance from the battle. Roach reached out a hand for support from Shepherd.
"Good," Shepherd commented, looking only at Roach. "That's one less loose end."
His eyes suddenly turned hardened and angry, and Ghost realized a moment too late that he'd pulled a gun with his right hand.
Before he could react, a shot rang out and Roach's weight was suddenly gone from his shoulders.
Horror ran through Ghost, and as his arms wildly flew out to catch him, Ghost couldn't stop himself from crying ou
Teen Wolf Fan FictionTeen Wolf Fan Fiction4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Teen Wolf Fan Fiction
Chapter One: Changes
Rina sat with Stiles and Scott. She was the new girl, much like Allison. Though she wasn't greeted with a pen from Scott. She was hardly recognized, and she had only just become acquaintances with Lydia and Stiles. She knew something was up with Scott. She could tell from the first time she saw him. According to the information she had drug out from Stiles, he didn't use his inhaler anymore. She didn't get much more than that. Stiles didn't want to totally reveal that his best friend was a werewolf. He really didn't want to reveal it at all. The lunchroom was crowded that day. Trash fell from the tables, onto the floor, along with some food and drink. All the more work for thee under-payed janitors. The only slightly clean area, was where Rina sat. The silence filled the table. Scott and Allison whispered a few words to each other occasionally, but for the most part, the only noise was the loud echoing talking
O' SisterStart with something, whether it be words or thought or action. Just do something, anything to avoid this dissipating grey matter, neurotic erosion.O' Sister4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't exactly remember everything." My words are timid, pensive.
The moments revolve, coil and ignite; flashing images with no particular order.
I scrunch my iceman toes, attempting to conserve heat, but the cold still surpasses the fabric of my Converse. My muscles tense against abrasive arctic gusts. The bitter wind raises bristled hair above goose bumped flesh.
These pink fingers quiver in the grasp of an 'I heart New York" shot glass. I guzzle down Stolichnaya. The vodka is dry-ice against my tongue; molten silver.
Blurred peripherals detect a lone ember drowning in the ashtray, a Marlboro Smooth choking beneath garish glares of moonlight.
"And this kinda s