Dimitri's ProfileDimitri's Profile4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full name: Kayla Blaisdale
Pronunciation: kay-la blaze-dale
Nickname(s) or Alias: Kay, Goose, Nosebleed, Red / Dimitri, Dimi.
Age: FO3 - 19, FONV - 23.
Birthday: July 13, 2258.
Sexuality: Heterosexual, for the most part.
Nationality: American, with Irish roots.
Religion: Believes in God, but is casually religious at best.
City or town of birth: Vault 101.
Currently lives: Megaton, until 2280. New Vegas.
Languages spoken: English.
Native language: English.
Relationship Status: It's complicated.
Weight: 170 lbs.
Figure/build: Lean and slender, with developed muscles in her arms and legs - her main weapons when no hand held weapon can be acquired.
Hair colour: Burgundy/Dark Red.
Hairstyle: Long(to shoulderblades), mostly un-styled save for trimmed bangs. Worn in a ponytai
Broken Steel, Broken HeartsCharon kneeled down beside her; the gentle sound of his metal knee braces clinking against the tile flooring going unheard as his ears were all but deaf. Unhearing and unwilling to spare attention to anything than what was before him.Broken Steel, Broken Hearts3 years ago in Drama More Like This
His hand reached out, moving under the petite woman's shoulder gently as though she would shatter any moment. He wasn't sure she wouldn't. His hand snaking underneath her, he took her by the shoulder as he had before -- sudden flashes of the memory in his mind; drunken and unconscious, wounded and moaning, tired and lazy.
But it was so different now. He could feel it.
Sara's body was limp to his touch and her face was fallen with unconsciousness. A blank expression he had known before, but this was somehow poles apart. Her complexion was a ghostly white that made his battle hardened stomach drop -- not from revulsion, but dread. She was deathly pale; her skin tinted a faint green. And somehow her face looked vacant.
Valentine's Day Fluff ArcadValentine's Day FluffValentine's Day Fluff Arcad3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arcade/Vulpes - Fallout: New Vegas
Arcade opened the suspiciously damp and bloodstained package. "It's a Deathclaw heart."
Vulpes grinned. "Yes. I killed it myself."
"I don't doubt that. But…." The doctor gingerly placed the package on the table and wiped his palms on his lab coat.
"This is more what the holiday calls for." Arcade reached into a pocket and handed Vulpes a red paper heart with A + V written in gold glitter on it.
Vulpes held the valentine like it was a frag mine, and regarded it with unease. "I can't eat this."
"You're not supposed to eat it."
"I thought this was a tribal observance."
"No, it's Pre-War."
"Oh. Well, eating the heart of your enemies is said to bestow your enemies' merits upon you."
"I'm not eating that." Arcade pointed at the dripping package.
"I could have saved myself the trouble and felled a Bighorner then, only you already have the heart of a sheep."
"Very funny. Just leave the snark to me. You
The Charon Fandom ParadoxDisclaimer: I am not a psychologist or scientist of an form, I do not claim to hold all knowledge on the subject, and I do not claim that my information is scientifically accurate, but I can promise you that I do not intend to deceive or lie to you in any way, at least that I am aware. The information presented are gathered from research done on my own time from materials anyone can access, and they are NOT for the purpose of treating or diagnosing any kind of psychological disorders. If you find that any information presented is inaccurate and you have the appropriate evidences and/or certification to dispute, please feel free to contact me so that I may revise the article accordingly. And for those of you who are just players of the game and believe I overlooked something, or if you have any questions, ideas, or comments you would like me to consider and add to this article, by all means, send me a message. I want this article to be as thorough as possible.The Charon Fandom Paradox6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The Charon Fandom Paradox
Fallout 3 - The EscapeFallout 3 - The Escape3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
WARNING. SPOILERS AHEAD! While this fan fiction does include events that actually happen in the game, not all the dialogue presented actually occurs.
"Wake up! Come on! Wake up!"
I lifted my head from my pillow, rubbed my eyes and removed my bangs from my face. My foggy eyes caught sight of Amata. She was shoving me, trying to get me to wake up. My eyes finally cleared and all I could see of Amata was her panicked face. "What's wrong, Amata? Are you hurt?" I tried to alert myself.
"You've got to get out of here! Your dad is gone and my father's men are looking for you!" Amata sounded very scared.
"Wait! Hold on!" I said to Amata. "What do you mean my dad is 'gone'?"
"He's left the vault! I don't know how, but he's gone! And my father, he's kind of gone crazy!" Everything was quickly turning into a nightmare as Amata explained this.
I stood up. "I've never seen you so scared, Amata! What's happened?"
"It's Jonas! They killed him! My father's men! They
CampingLeon/ClaireCamping4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Redfields take Leon camping.
I'm no fun, they say.
People always ask me what I do to unwind with such a stressful job. Truth is, I don't do anything. Usually, I sleep. When I'm not sleeping, I'm sitting on my ass watching reruns on TV. Sometimes I'll have a few beers. But generally speaking, I don't do anything.
That's exactly how I got roped into this trip.
Claire and her brother both managed to find some time off together. They wanted to go camping. I told her over and over that I just wanted to stay home, but Claire absolutely refused to let me sit the trip out.
"You're no fun, Leon!" she had teased. "You never do anything exciting. You have to come with us!" I had told her I wanted to relax. She countered by telling me that camping is relaxing.
Truth is, I really like Claire. I've always liked her, from the moment I met her. But at the time I met her, I had just broken up with my long term girlfriend. I didn't want another relationship, I wanted an easy lay. She des
Skittles"Knock knock!" Jill called as she entered Chris's apartment. "Ready for the movie?" She found Chris in the kitchen, pouring popcorn into a bowl. She set down the movie on the counter before pressing her hands to his shoulder blades.Skittles3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What'd you get?" he asked, arching his back against her touch.
"Ju-on: White Ghost/Black Ghost," she answered. "Foreign film. Scary too."
"Oooh, horror." He turned and gave her a quick hug. Out of all the women he had met, she was most certainly the smartest and most beautiful. She could wear anything and still look amazing. She had arrived in a tanktop and a simple pair of jeans and looked phenomenal.
Their relationship together was a little complicated. They were partners, of course. But they had sort of "staked a claim" on each other, as Barry had put it. Chris had unintentionally scared away quite a few of Jill's boyfriends, some of them he hadn't even met. Jill had seemed to leave some sort of mark on Chris that repelled other women. She'd forget a br
Seven Minutes11:53 p.m.Seven Minutes6 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chris Redfield let out an exasperated sigh, arching backwards on the couch. His feet were propped up on the coffee table before him. The television that was positioned in front of the table, its bluish light contrasting the darkness of the room, was currently showing a French cop drama. Like most of the other shows here, he would have to pay attention to the captions to know what was going on. However, he was far too tired to even care. Tonight marked the fourth sleepless eve in a row for him. Worry for his friends' safety was starting to overtake him.
Redfield, although not to his knowledge, wasn't the only one afflicted. Downstairs in the two-story apartment, Jill Valentine sat at the kitchen table, rubbing her eyes, the lights above her dim. She looked up at the kitchen clock, and dropped her gaze with a groan. She'd washed the dirty dishes by hand, cleaned the counter tops, and gotten the coffee pot ready for the following morning in an attempt to tire herself out. Unfor
Chris CharmingJill approached Chris at his desk and set a Dr. Pepper infront of him. He looked up from his paperwork and gave her a confused look. "What's this for?" he asked.Chris Charming3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"To get on your good side," she answered simply.
He set his pen down and raised an eyebrow. "You are on my goodside. You're my partner." He thought for a moment. "Did you do something?"
She grimaced. "You could say that."
"What?" Chris asked, growing concerned and begining to rise from his seat.
"Dated an idiot."
Chris settled back down. "Which one?" He sighed and gave her a look. "In my opinion, they've all been idiots."
She chuckled. "You're right." She frowned then and shook her head. "It's Chad."
"The guy you told me about last week? Didn't you break up with him." A statement, not a question.
Jill nodded and sighed. "Yeah. But he keeps calling and trying to convince me to date him again. He's disgusting and a jerk and I most certainly don't want to date him again." She bit her lip and looked at Chris through her eyelashes.
Must Be SadVanellope had been told over and over again the exact same statement:Must Be Sad3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You must be sad.
It was a funny thing, how others looked at a situation and immediately guessed what emotions ran through your head. And the worst part was, they always thought they were right. Like now, for instance. She had been approached by so many characters, some familiar and others not, and all of them said the same thing more or less;
You must be sad.
And so she listened to all of them and she waited for that feeling, sadness, to come. But it didn't. It seemed to refuse to come, refused to enter her system and fill her coding. No matter how many times they said it to her -you must be sad- she simply wasn't.
She'd gone to the funeral. But halfway through she'd left. Walked calmly out of the doors, despite the looks, and just… left, tugging the hood of her sweatshirt up as she did. He'd always teased her about that dress, so she hadn't worn it
People said she'd left because she was too emotional, that she could
Let Down Your HairJill Valentine smothered her yawn with a hand. She'd finally finished the report Wesker had wanted. Glancing over at the clock, she let out a groan. 11:45 p.m. The STARS unit had been punching the clock ever since the murders had begun, their captain not wanting to have to deal with any slack. That was why half of the team was out on the streets tonight. Thankfully, she'd dealt with the daytime patrol. Tiredly, she got up from her desk, and headed over to that of her leader. The others who had dealt with the office portion of the job for tonight had gone home, save for her, since she just HAD to volunteer to take care of that report. Oh well, at least Brad owed her now.Let Down Your Hair6 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sound of the office's door abruptly opening cut sharply through her groggy mist, causing Valentine to jump, and whirl around. "Oh, sorry Jill!" Chris Redfield called apologetically to her.
She had to turn to face the desk in order to hide her blush. "I thought you'd left?"
"I was going to, but then I remembered that
Ass creed-leonardo's death"Nnng "Ass creed-leonardo's death5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desmond said arising from the animus. He had just saved Leo from the guard that harassed him for knowing Ezio. Desmond could feel Ezio's pain as he watched his love being beaten. If he saw Shawn ever get beat up he surely would break every bone in that person's body.
Desmond walked into his room and sat on the bed. The emotions from Ezio over ruled him and he soon found himself crying. He had never felt this way before. Eventually he had cried himself to sleep.
Leo struggled to speak. Blood was pouring from his mouth and he was cradling his broken ribs.
After Ezio had killed the man he rushed to his lover's side.
"oh leo, come potrebbe questo successo del mio amore?" Ezio said, tears running down his face.
Leo could not say anything. He just layed in Ezio's arms, glaring up at his golden eyes. Leo could taste the saltyness of ezios te
LondonI am the rhythm of a thousand hearts all beating unto one.London5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The breath of a million voices, colored like the sun.
I am old, and young, and old again with time;
I am a conqueror, a war-wager, an empire in decline.
I am a history, forgotten, remembered, written down.
I am a building, a street, a desolate hole within the ground.
Exploded and built over with the weight of tears;
I am the rush of a raging river heard throughout a thousand years.
I am aged in a pub. I am young within the crowd.
I am the shout of every metered voice who dares to call out loud.
I am the stand against injustice, the furious dissident;
A song within a subway hall of an idle youth misspent.
Hear me! I am an ideal, and I am but a man!
I am a name upon the wharf, written in the sand.
I am a story, a legend, an identity ever-changed;
Told in the paper, told by a mother, a whisper rearranged.
I am the desolate bite of autumn wind upon the summer skin
Long years, like rain, come and gone and come again.
I am he whom yo
RE Fic : CuddleA/N;RE Fic : Cuddle6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Baaah. Sorry for no updates on my other stories. I just really havent been in a writing mood likely :c Ill start then stop about 2 minutes later. Im hoping with this I can get back into the writing mood after Manifest 8D; If youre there, say Hello You cant miss me Ill be Alexia Ashford :c
Gah, I wish I could have made this longer xD; Once again thanks Ditto for reading over it for me n_n
Resident Evil isnt mine, of course.
Cmon, Chris, give me a cuddle.
The man gave a loud grunt in reply and rolled onto his side, back facing the woman beside him. She pouted in return, placing her hand on his shoulder and giving him a light shake. He gave another grunt, shoving her slender fingers off of him.
All he wanted to do was close his eyes and fall to sleep. Glancing at the clock on the drawer next to the side
Waking UpJill woke snuggled against Chris. She smiled and kissed his cheek before sitting up and stretching, only to fall back onto the bed. It had been three long years, plus a few months, since she had woken beside him. After her return from Africa, she spent two months in a hospital bed, talking to psychiatrists and trying to get over the withdrawals from P30. She had finally been released only a day prior.Waking Up3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chris slept soundly, rolling over in his sleep and capturing her waist with his arms. He nuzzled against her side and mumbled her name under his breath. She rubbed his back, murmuring to him in a comforting manor.
She drifted back to sleep.
When she woke again, he was awake. "Morning," he whispered. She smiled and he mirrored it. "Did you sleep well?"
She nodded. "Amazingly. I'm glad I'm out of that Godforsaken hospital and it's stupid rules. I mean, c'mon. You couldn't even sit on the bed with me."
"Which was really frustrating," he added. "All I wanted to do was at least hold you for a
Will to Live Ch. 3 ContourWill to Live Ch. 3 Contour5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ezio seemed to cast about for a response, startled, but held his tongue. Leonardo could see the thoughts whirling in his head, the hows and the whys and the what-ifs. He found it almost sweet, that someone with Ezio's reputation could still be so innocent. They stood, unspeaking for some time with only the sound of the rain and the soft hiss and pop of the fire.
At last, Leonardo sighed. "I wouldn't actually ask that, you know." He did, however, reach out to cup the side of Ezio's face with a gentle hand. Once more, Ezio remained still and did not shy from the touch; his dark, golden eyes shadowed and deep in the firelight. "I would not destroy what already exists between us for the sake of a physical want."
He stepped closer, felt the hitch in the other's breath. The muscles under his fingertips tensed, then softened as if Ezio was forcing himself to calm. But now Leonardo had his attent
Solace Part OneSolace Part One: request by VenatOccuria.Solace Part One6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was someone in her quarters. Of that, Rosa was absolutely certain. As she was preparing to undress for the night in her lonely, dark room within the former palazzo of Emilio Barbarigo, now the headquarters of the Thieves' Guild, she could hear small sounds that she knew did not belong to rodents. Sounds that she knew belonged to a human being and whose footsteps she could not recognize as Antonio's or of any of her other comrades.
This notion alone quite unsettled her. The headquarters were well guarded, with the nightshifts regularly being refreshed so the men would not wane on the job. How could anyone slip past without being cut down by one of the many night patrols? Such a thing was unlikely, if not impossible.
She did not move, focusing on the sounds, stiffening when she felt them slowly approaching her. From the corner of her eyes, she could see a dark silhouette, carrying a built that did not confirm him as a fellow thief, l
Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 1Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 15 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My memory before Goodsprings was as useless as a bloatfly. I had these phases of "almost-remembering" and some things trigger them, or I'd dream about them. It's like something on the tip of your tongue that you just can't spit out. That was me, on a constant nagging basis. You can see why discovering my past wasn't really my priority. If I tried, I'd go insane. Instead, I focused on the future, and the future seemed to be in peril at the moment. Not just for me, but for the entire Mojave.
There's a lost art, I think, of following one's gut. These days, everyone around me was so intent on their troubles, their problems, and thinking out ways to fix everything for themselves, that they didn't really listen to that inner voice. With a slate wiped clean by that bullet, nothing holding me into my own dark thoughts, I think I had a lot more freedom and ability to go where the road takes me.
Requiem for a fallen RobinMaster of mastersRequiem for a fallen Robin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You who where a father to this and a previous generation.
A betting man would say to generations to come as well.
All of us you saved, would we have made a difference?
You who saved US from the sickness that took you!
May we have swayed the tides of fate differently?
Would you have used that belt to crack a joke?
For what dreams may come, will you be there for me?
What were you thinking?
Did you think at all?
The seven stages come and go.
I hate you so much now!
You deprived this world...
This dark and hideous world, from so many laughs!
The memories, the films, they will remain!
But knowing you where there...
DAMN IT, WHY DID YOU DO THIS!?
You hurt those near and far...
You will be sorely missed.
The sky lost it's brightest star.
We will always love you, father Robin.
Rest in peace, wherever you are.
Alterations Part ThreeAlterations Part Three: art trade with mafalda-chan.Alterations Part Three5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rosa let out a groan and clutched her stomach, annoyed to find herself being woken up from her afternoon nap for the third time today.
She was a few months into her pregnancy now and her slowly bulging tummy was clear proof of this. By now, her symptoms, despite still being present, had lessened somewhat, but she was still tired most of the time and her growing stomach was increasingly hindering her. Not to mention that the baby had decided to make its presence known by regularly kicking and moving inside of her, often at the most unpractical of times.
Pressing her hands against her abdomen, willing the reason for her disturbed sleep to calm down, she was forced to wait until the unborn life inside of her had subsided again. She sighed, realizing it was no use to try to sleep anymore, and lifted herself off the bed. She walked to the window, gazing at the busy town life right below the villa and the endless fields surrounding
Alterations Part OneAlterations Part One: art trade with Mafalda-chan.Alterations Part One6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been a while now since Ezio left Venice and returned to Monteriggioni. During this time, Rosa hadn't heard a single thing from him. She didn't mind it that much, truth be told, as her friend had better things to do than constantly keep in touch and so had she. In fact, she hadn't even said goodbye to him as he left.
The latter had not happened on purpose. As soon as she had woken up the morning after she had sent Ezio out of her room, Antonio had assigned her and some other thieves to a mission, causing her to be away for a few days, a time during which the Assassin had already decided to return home again.
Deep down, the thief was actually glad for this. After what had happened between them, she had the idea being around him again would be awkward, to say the least, and frankly, she really didn't want to get in a difficult situation with him again. As such, she felt better now that he was gone again and decided to leave
Tutor Part 1Roxas. The lazy student in my class. Never doing his work or paying attention. It didnt seem like he enjoyed learning like I did. Maybe we were more different then I thought. We never made contact with each other. I was invisible to him like I was to everyone else around me. Does that make me lonely? Or maybe I just have better things to do then get stuck in with all the drama.Tutor Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zexion. Could you come over here for a second? I heard the teacher call me over at the end of the period, which happened to be my last class. English, my favorite class. I didnt learn much in that hour. I knew just about everything about the English language. But I enjoyed it anyway.
I crossed the classroom over to the blonde haired teacher. I noticed Roxas next to her. What was he doing? Hes usually out of the school before the bell rings. I stopped once I was in front of them.
The lazy student looked at me. I swear there was a small smile on his face. What the Hell? I tried to ign
DRAGONIX AND VICTORTKYModel number: HMAM-X20ADRAGONIX AND VICTORTKY7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Mecha name: Dragonix
Code name: SAVIOURER
Unit type: Advanced Versatile Bodyguard Unit (AVBU)
Unit Manufacturer: The Dragonix PMC (founded by Professor Lincoln)
Unit Operator: Victortky (Codenamed STORMBRINGER)
First deployment: Year 2048
Number of forms: Three. (Dragon form, Phoenix form and Dragonix form)
Dimensions: Standard mode: overall height six feet
Ether flyer mode: overall length seven feet.
Wingspan: Normal Mode: 5meters
Ether Mode: 8 meters
Weight: max gross weight approximately 180 Kilograms
Armour Type: Neo- Adamantium Reflective Alloy
Armour design: Interlocking Scales and Feathers
Propulsion: rocket thrusters, stored in back and wings
Performance: maximum thruster acceleration 1.64 G
Powerplant: Ultra comp