You Should SleepAfter that vivid explosion of emotions Mercutio was rather demure. That made the process of Cian blocking one of his powers that much easier. Mercutio was calm while Cian reached into Mercutio's energy. Energy configurations were something complicated, but not impossible to understand. It helped that Cian was as old as he was, since that sort of age aided in understanding energy.You Should Sleep2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though, to be honest, Cian had never really sat and stared at an energy configuration. Mercutio's looked like a thousand of intricately woven braids, all tangled within his body. Cian had to wonder if his was similar, but he would ponder that thought at a later time. Right now he had to sift through all the threads, occasionally tugging at one, testing which ability it was. Mercutio was silent and still l throughout the entire process. Cian didn't think it was hurting Mercutio, and surely his friend would say som
Tales of a nordic wolf - chapter 1The sharp clang of a sword hitting chitin, echoed through the whole island for sure, as Teldryn Sero fell to his knees, muttering a Dunmer curse under his breath. A flake of chitin had been chipped off his helmet and it could have become an even deeper hole, if the female Nord hadn’t disposed of the attacker in time, an arrow piercing the bandit’s neck. The sword was dropped to the ground right next to Teldryn, who grunted in further annoyance, getting back up on his feet. Once again they were surrounded by the eerie stillness, except for the ash still whirling around them after the fight.Tales of a nordic wolf - chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Varga pulled her dark red hair back into a ruffled knot, since it had come undone during the fight, while looking around them, before coughing abruptly, trying to wave away the ash near her face. Still new to Solstheim, she hadn’t grown accustomed to the foul air and it was a wonder she was even capable of fighting in it. That was why she had picked up Teldryn the moment she had see
Because You Helped MeMercutio heard his own breath come in ragged hiccups as he stared at the grass in front of him. The tree he was leaning on was a good support, not the best, but it was keeping him upright. For now. He tried so hard not to notice it when Cian walked into his line of vision, but it was impossible not to. Cian planted himself in front of Mercutio, all of his body in direct sight. Mercutio shivered as he heard Cian take in a breath to speak.Because You Helped Me2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What are you talking about?" Cian asked.
Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about. Mercutio thought spitefully, even though he was painfully aware of the fact that Cian actually knew nothing of Mercutio's situation. And it wasn't that he was trying to find a way to hurt Mercutio right now. In fact, from the tone and inflection of his voice, it was easy to say Cian was concerned. Rightfully so, really, because wouldn't anyone be
A Revolving DoorTo be honest, this wasn't a technique or ability Cian had really used, at least not in the last millennia or so of his life. Looking for someone, anyone was something he had never done, and now he was trying to find one out of an infinite number of people in the known (to him) universe. The idea was daunting, but as he shut his eyes and blocked out the world of Sesmia, the smell of the muddy air, the heat and humidity that would have strangled him, Cian found this to be almost peaceful. There was something natural about the feeling of blocking out everything, reaching out with only abilities, and moving his essence through space. Bodies were such limiting things, but Cian's power, his being, all of that was so much stronger.A Revolving Door2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On any other given day Cian would have described space as empty, cold, silent, and nothingness. Yet, as he strode it like this, it was almost colorful. He could feel all of the life withi
Grave DiggerRoz Havelock always held her breath when she drove past a cemetery. The old superstition was something her brother used to tease her about on car rides; you'll swallow someone's soul, he used to say. At the time, she half believed him.Grave Digger5 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
She knew better now, but sometimes, she wondered.
She rounded the hill. Bethel Cemetery sprawled across the horizon, a tangle of pine trees and roses.
If patience was a virtue, John Baird was going to hell. At two minutes to midnight, two minutes until his shift began, he was ready to go home. If a funeral wasn't scheduled for the next morning and the new girl wasn't training tonight, he just might have done it.
But some things just can't be put off, and time was running out. If he wanted the spell to work, he had to follow the rules. Magic was tricky like that.
The roar of an engine made him jump. A car pulled into the lot, parked, and a woman opened the door. Dressed in ratty jeans and an old t-shirt, her suitability for the job ended there.
Orianna LoL Fanfic The Journey Episode 1Orianna LoL Fanfic The Journey Episode 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Who are you? - Orianna's voice was that of a robot, sloppy arrangements of technological sounds that tried to mimic that of a human.
-My daughter Orianna, my name is Corin Reveck and I am your father.(...)
(...) The ball, her companion, her protector, her pet, was always there when she needed it, ever since the day her father gave it to her as her first birthday present.
(...)Though Orianna had done an excellent job, it didn't seem to bring the attention of her teammates. She expected to interact with them, but it didn't go that way. Her ball, aware of the situation unlike her, gave her a look and made some noises.
The journey from Piltover to the Institute some days before was lo
ATA Interview with theCHAMBAATA Interview with theCHAMBA2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with =theCHAMBA
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview =theCHAMBA, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, theCHAMBA.
~BaneNacent asks Chamba “Are you going to do new Darkstalkers art for the XBLA release next year?"
Darkstalkers on the XBLA release : I WISH
No news on that if UDON is doing anything on it
If they are, I've not been told
But that would be neat!
~jel asks "Hi Chamba! Can you talk about what professional projects you're working on right now? What can we hold in our hands in the near future?"
Digitally : there's the Shiftylook stuff which has been fun
In Print: there's that Street Fighter next generation Trade
and that's it as far as I know
there could be more
but again, I'm usually told just before I need to do it
and since I tend to get things done very promptly, it'
FFM1: The Broken BrideI scooped her up before Rani could touch her. It wasn't a clean break. She was in three pieces, her edges jagged at the elbow and the waist. Her white ceramic skirts split in a network of spidery cracks. The lines were rough under my fingertips.FFM1: The Broken Bride2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What's wrong with you?”
Rani wrenched the broken bride from my grasp. She turned the pieces over and over again, as though willing them to knit back together. My face felt hot, and when Rani looked at me, glared at me, I wanted to hit her. The bride had been one of the last things Grandma bought me. Ten years and she hadn't gotten even a scratch. She was mine.
“It wasn't my fault,” I said.
“To hell it wasn't,” she snapped, “You always do this. You're so selfish. God, you never think about anyone but yourself. That was supposed to be my cake topper. I'll never find anything else on such short notice.”
“You should have asked first---”
“I didn't have to ask. Mom said I could have i
The Toaster Incident"If this isn't a familiar sight I don't know what is," Agent Tom Jenkins said, his gaze darting from Nico to Rachel, "Why don't you just save everyone the trouble and get a job flipping burgers? I need a new desk."The Toaster Incident4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sit on it and spin," Rachel said.
She wasn't in the mood for Jenkin's pretentious bullshit, and once the Chief was done with her, she doubted that would change. She waited with Nico outside his office. Reprimand was certain, but whether or not she had a job left was in question. They'd screwed up this time, maybe too much.
"I'm just playing with you, girlie," he said, "If you're still here after the Chief's done with you, how about you get me a coffee and we can talk about it?"
Nico caught her arm as her palm lit up. Jenkins was a recent transplant from another office, and he'd been a thorn in her side since. He didn't like not being the top mage. He didn't like being second to someone with a reputation like hers. And he couldn't stand splitting a caseload with someone clos
FFM2: Space ScumDonnelly cursed in English, Common, and Y'Tak just to be sure the pig-faced spacer understood.FFM2: Space Scum2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“There are more to choose from in the back if none of these are to your liking,” the spacer spoke in Y'Tak, but Donnelly doubted it was his first or only language. A man who kept live merchandise was a special kind of scum. They tended to have to know how to say “Don't shoot me” in at least five kinds of speech.
“You have some kind of nerve, don't you think?” Donnelly asked. The spacer laughed nervously.
“I don't understand your accent, sir. Would you like to browse?”
The store's holo-front had promised power converters and shield clamps. They were the last doggone items on Cricket's stupid list. Finding both meant Donnelly could hit the Blue Warp before he had to get back. He had so been looking forward to real whiskey and s'mores for the last three hundred hours. It'd be another three hundred at least before they reached the next outpost, and
You Want The Truth?we attempt to hide behind pretty wordsYou Want The Truth?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cover up with simple stories
but it's hardly seen
that someone say the truth
letting it flow out strong
a river that carries a truth yet accepted
the thing is,
two simple words;
has given to others such a harmful scene
hatred has spread
riots were thrown
and relationships torn
people are the same
we share emotions,
the feeling of shy love
that blossoms into something more
that lingering hug
and the first goodnight kiss
heartaches and pains
and mistakes we've made
yet many stand and say
yet I'm in love with a girl
and to me
her smile makes my day brighter
her laugh lightens my heart
her eyes catch mine
and my heart flutters
her words fill my beings
and her touch lights me on fire
so, pray tell
what makes my love a phase
some stand and say it's a choice,
but I didn't walk past her
and out of a crowd of people
point my finger
that one, I choose
Canada X Reader: I'll Take Care of You CH 16Canada X Reader: I'll Take Care of You CH 162 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Don't worry, Matthew. I'll always be here to take care of you.
That was the thought, the promise that had been stuck in your head for the next months that followed. That promise had been made when you first led him home from the woods. He was still a tiny, fragile, sweet little baby back then, and he had fallen asleep in your arms. You had thought that he would've been under your care forever, but you were terribly wrong.
Throughout the days, weeks, and months after Matthew left, you had found yourself swarmed by depression. You hardly, if ever, left your room, and your house had an unusual feeling of loneliness that you had not experienced since before Matthew began living with you. You missed his presence in your life. You missed Mr. Kumajiro. You missed everything about Matthew, except his ambition at becoming independent. Your boss had given you an amount of paperwork that was much larger than usual, but you absolutely refused to do anything. You were constantly locked away
.:Happily Ever Ouran~Cinderella TamakiXReader:..:Happily Ever Ouran~Cinderella TamakiXReader:.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"But I don't want a new mommy I want my old mommy!" a little girl of about eight yelled, tears streaming down her face.
"Shhhhh it's gonna be ok. You need a new mommy or grandmother will cut off all the money and we will have nowhere to live. So please bear with me?" your father brushed away your tears and kissed your cheeks. "to be honest, the new mommy is an ugly cow but don't tell her I said that~ it will be our little secret, and as a reward you can have this locket so mommy is always with you." he tapped you on the nose and clasped the chain around your little neck. He put a finger to his lips and winked. You giggled and winked back. As long as your daddy was around no one would ever hurt you. Never.
"Stupid girl! Quit daydreaming and continue cleaning!" a foot swung down and kicked you in the side knocking you out of your day dream. You glared up at 'the ugly cow', but did as told and continued to scr
InfluenceInfluence2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Author's Note: I was bored and had a bunch of random ideas going through my head. I also haven't written a Soul/Maka centralized fic in FOREVER. So here we go.
Maka is concerned with the way Soul spends his free time and who he spends it with. Confronting the situation can only go so well. *ONE SHOT*
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater
The bond between men was a fascinating one, but it could also be frustrating. They could hate each other one moment and go about their day as if they didn't just attempt the beat the living shit out of each other the next. In fact, depending on how close the male friendship was, the more concerned the female counterparts should probably be.
A bromance. That's what it was called right? It was disturbing really. A completely heterosexual love between two grown men that could make any self respecting woman jealous. Well if there was any one on Earth that despise
Bully"Stupid," "Ugly," "Useless," "Sad."Bully2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Emo," "Silent," "Paranoid," "Mad."
"Ashamed," "Afraid," "Crazy," "Stuck."
"Disgusting," "Alone," "Pathetic," "Out of Luck."
The words never spoken,
Yet always heard.
Not from people around me,
No, that's absurd.
I've heard these words,
Time after time,
They always pierce my heart,
They continuously cross my mind.
But these words were never said.
Never once directed at me.
Maybe they never became reality,
But I saw them spoken in my mentality.
These are the words of a bully.
The words that can tear me apart.
The words that can no longer be erased,
Because they have entered my heart.
This person who speaks them,
I know them quite well.
They have countless words in their head,
They have many stories to tell.
I don't know why they want me
To take all of the blame.
It might be for vengeance,
It might be from their own shame.
But the owner of these words,
The words that repeat,
Have caused me great fear,
Have led to my defeat.
This person I know,
Whom I d