Romania x Reader: Love is a Battlefield part 2Romania x Reader: Love is a Battlefield Part 2Romania x Reader: Love is a Battlefield part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
December 9, 1916
The Central Powers was able to occupy two-thirds of Romania.
Huff… Huff… Huff…
Run… Hide… They're just everywhere…!
My vision is starting to blur… They are like drugs that make me go crazy and become dependent on them…
I must fight this thirst… I must stay sane no matter what happens…! I must find a hiding place and…
Blood… I… smell… blood…
No… Get it together, Vlad! You're not going to do it…! You'll end being a monster over and over…! Control yourself…!
I'm battling with my mind right now… It's like I have two minds as the other wante
Why Murdering the Chinese is WrongMy heart was still beating a little fast as I snuck into Captain Zhao's cabin and started hacking into his computer. One of the American soldiers had heard me messing around in the medical bay and nearly caught me. They didn't know anything about the plague the ship was carrying, so I didn't want to fight them. Now, the VersaLife security from China? Oh, I was going to give them a piece of my mind. By sending bullets through theirs.Why Murdering the Chinese is Wrong4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
What's this? An e-mail from Captain Zhao's daughter? ". . .Today Some nice men came to school to see me. They said they were your friends and if there was ever a problem, they would come and get me so that I could see you. i told Mommy and she didn't seem to like it but I thought they were very nice . . ."
Oh! Oh, no! Zhao's message to Walton Simons I'd found earlier the one about taking care of his daughter took on a whole different m
JC Denton Vs Iron ManAccording to his schematics, JC Denton knew that after hacking this keypad he would be in Tony Starks armory. His goal was clear. Secure the suits against Stark and then proceed upstairs and arrest the rogue billionaire. The security so far was a nightmare. The premises were riddled with security gadgets made by Stark himself, making them almost impossible to bypass without burning out his stack of multitools. Cameras, lasers, infrared detectors, pressure pads. Most doors, even the ones that led to the bathroom, required fingerprint scanning switches. Even outside, the perimeter was protected by many virtual fences. It has taken Denton hours to make it this far. Hours of moving in absolute silence, with tech goggles squeezing his head, wearing an overheating, because of its heavy usage, thermoptic camouflage and all that while carrying the heavy weaponry he would need if something would go wrong. So when Denton hacked the last digit of the keypad with his multitool, he couldn't hJC Denton Vs Iron Man3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Denton Vs Jensen 2:'Ton's RoofDenton was about to jump up to the fire escape when he heard a police officer behind him yell freeze. He turned around to face him.Denton Vs Jensen 2:'Ton's Roof5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Anti-terrorist operations in progress. I am UNATCO agent JC Denton," he said and flashed his ID. "Get your man and surround the Hotel. Anyone except me trying to leave, shoot to kill. You might not get a second chance. And call the SWAT we will..."
"Who do you think you are giving orders to, "agent"? The days that UNATCO did whatever they wished are over." Officer Millan glared at Denton. Not too long ago UNATCO opened fire on a crowd of protesters here in New York, before he overthrew Page.
"US national security is threatened by a known terrorist. It's not only under my jurisdiction, but it's also my duty to act. Now stop protecting this criminal by wasting my time."
"I don't see why you don't make Hell's Kitchen your official HQ, so many times you have put it under U.N. jurisdiction.."
"What happened Sir?" asked a young cop behind the officer.
Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.Halo: More than Fiction5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
An extension of How not to Write Love Interests“Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.” - C.S LewisAn extension of How not to Write Love Interests2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This quote is about faith not love, but you can see how the same logic applies. If faith is not merely to "feel" as if you believe something, why should love be merely to "feel" that you like something?
In the end, faith is remembering you have reason to believe, and love is a choice about how you treat someone. Feelings are irrelevant. They are passing. They are constantly changing, and that's natural. They can indeed play a role in our decisions about relationships, but are a fickle factor to base an entire decision off of. It's like building a house on the sand. We're human beings with intelligence, and there is no such thing as a feeling so powerful we HAVE to act on it-that is fantasy.
What about circumstances? What about age? Can it ever be simply a waste of time?
On my last deviation, people arg
Secrets Shared- Anthro Cat TFAmy walked through the halls of her school, ignoring the students around her. It was her birthday, and no one even knew it. No one said a word. But when she reached the parking lot, she saw a package sitting on top of her hood. She smiled a little. At least someone cared. She picked up the small box. Attached was a note. It said:Secrets Shared- Anthro Cat TF4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Happy Birthday Amy!
We hope this present helps and that you'll like it. Don't open it until you get home.
-Those Hidden in Plain Sight
Amy sighed and got in her little car. She wished she had a clue as to who had given her the present. She wondered about it the whole way home.
When she finally got home, she ran inside with the little box. Locking her door behind her, she set it on the bed and ripped it open. It contained a simple leather bracelet with runes etched into it. There was one blank space.
"Hmmm. Is that it?" she asked the room. She tipped the box. Another note fell out.
Put on the bracelet. When it'
Ricepires: Special AbilitiesIn the Twilight series the so-called vampires *air-quotes* have special, additional abilities that are unique to themselves. Like, how at Coldstone you not only get ice cream (the vampirism) but you also get to choose your own mix-in. Except these mix-ins are powers and you cant choose them, they depend on your traits or skills pre-vampirizing (?). I just realized that that metaphor was pretty much useless. Anyways, *cough* I was thinking what if the vampires from Anne Rices Vampire Chronicles had unique special abilities, just cause Im crazy. But, because they already have REAL powers that do not include sparkling(are you reading this, Edward?), theirs would be more like heightened abilities. So here we go.Ricepires: Special Abilities6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Lestat: Accessorizing/ lovability
Louis: emoness/ability to tolerate Lestat for long periods of time
Armand: seduction; man, woman, or vampire it doesnt matter
Dear OCD.Dear OCD,Dear OCD.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I won't die if I stop counting my steps. Each step is unique, and therefore can't be counted. Each surface is not a planet, each room is not a galaxy and each house is not a universe.
Nobody will get killed if I don't keep count of how many times my fingers hit the Enter button, or how many times I tap my phone before I slide it open. I don't have to touch that headset eighteen times before I put it on, and there's no need to count the strokes of mascara I take on every morning.
I don't have to clean my hands the very second they feel dirty, or oily. My iPod is not something that has to be kept sterile at all times, and I won't be killed by the germs on it. My phone is just as dirty, as are my clothes.
The dining plates can be placed between each other, there's no real need to put the white ones together, and not let the blue ones touch the red ones. They are all made of the same material, and there's no need to create systems in everything. The world isn't like that, not eve
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
Letter for the Self-BrokenTo Everyone Who Needs It,Letter for the Self-Broken11 months ago in Letters More Like This
Your mask looks stunning today. Congrats, many people have finally noticed you. It's nice to see that you're so happy... Although, I think you look just as beautiful without that mask. I also want you to know that we, I and all your friends and other loved ones, notice you everyday. (I apologize for taking you for granted if that's what's it; you're such a great person, though, and I learned to accept and expect that.) Lastly, I am glad to see you happy - and I'd be ecstatic to know that it isn't just a coat around your hollowness.
Hey, you, one of the people I love - I care about you. A lot. I need you on this world because I don't think I could handle this crazy ride without you. I need your shoulder for my tears so that I can be strong enough to be here for you now. I need your hand to hold when it's cold and you're desperate for warm temperatures. I'm here for you, too, when it comes to your heart. The ice may make it gleam beautifully, but I like w
Ricepires PromMarius: Children, Ive had a great idea!Ricepires Prom6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Marius: Who here is over 2,000 years old, raise your hand please. Oh right, just me.
Armand: I thought that I was your only child *pouts*
Everyone else: *is temporarily dazzled by how pretty he looks when he pouts*
Merrick: Dont look now, but your insecurity is showing.
Armand: Shut up, witch.
Marius: Havent we had enough name-calling? Its like high school.
(Louis and Nikkis catfight, for those of you just joining us.)
Marius: Speaking of high school I just realized that all of you were deprived of a senior prom.
Apparently, Marius is out to help all the underprivileged vampires. If he opens some sort of Red Cross soup kitchen for vampires, Im nominating him for the Nobel Peace Prize. Love this guy.
Louis: Youre not serious? What about Merrick and Quinn?
Of Gods and Demons: One"The Rookie"Of Gods and Demons: One4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ponykind had always dreamed of the great beyond, the pale moon and fiery sun that dominated the starry sky. Ever since the first Pilohippus scratched out the beginnings of civilisation in their caves and huts, the never-ending will to explore every crevasse, bridge every river, and climb every mountain drove ponykind to dominance and prosperity over their planet. As the last blank spaces on the map filled, and the population grew to bursting point, ponykind looked to the stars to find new answers.
The first tentative steps into orbit grew into leaping bounds around the system. Every planet in the Sun's warming rays was colonised, homesteads and cities grew and prospered. And yet, it was still not enough.
Secession and rebellion, colonists took up arms against the governing forces and the taxes they imposed. With self-sufficiency they also sought independence. Independence the United Equestrian Nations was not willing to give. Ponykind's fledgling empire rang wi
ForgivenAll that's done is forgiven.Forgiven6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I howled out this cry, hoping beyond hope that Merikh could still hear me and would answer. But as I continued to listen, all that greeted me was silence. As the reality that he was really gone sunk in, the whole world became silent as well. The trees wouldn't speak to me, the bird's songs had disappeared, and even my lone howl seemed to be void and empty. Merikh's scent was gone. I couldn't even hear my own thoughts; the only words that echoed through my mind were Why? Why did it have to end this way? Why?
I was sitting near the river right next to the hollow log where he had been sleeping up until last night. Everything around me was so empty right now. For the first time ever, the rippling river wouldn't calm my soul. The scents of animals were gone and the sound of the wind and river was just a memory. The silence was overwhelming, oppressing. The feathers on the back on my neck swirled around as if searching for meaning in this emptiness.
Ricepires Comic Request 4 LEEEA Vampire Chronicles-themed request for LatiasChild:Ricepires Comic Request 4 LEEE6 years ago in Humor More Like This
[Lestat is wearing a red frock coat to his mid-thigh, a white shirt, and red culottes with white stockings, as well as red paste-buckle shoes. Louis is wearing brown full-length breeches and a white shirt with full sleeves, probably some ruffle detail down the front. Both are sitting at a table] -------- denotes change in panel
Lestat: Why so glum? I bet I could put a smile on that melancholy face. *winks*
Louis: I lost my wife and child.
Lestat: *inches closer* So youre single, then?
Lestat: *takes Louis hand*
Louis: *pulls hand away* *backs away from Lestat*
[end of flashback sequence. We see Louis (in a green version of Lestats outfit earlier) and Lestat (in a lavender outfit possibly) sitting by Claudia (who is in a yellow dress)]
Lestat: And thats how I met your father. See, Daddy was smooth! *grins*
Claudia: *blink, blink like WTF?
Green Fields of FranceThe Green Fields of FranceGreen Fields of France8 years ago in Historical More Like This
The sunlight streams down through the tall eucalyptus trees in the forest, illuminating my path of childhood discovery. I am eight years old, bitten by the bug of inquisition, and it is my duty to explore all of the hidden wonders in the fields, my backyard.
I am nineteen, charging across the distant green fields of France, a long way from my home. What am I doing here? What is going on? The world is turned upside down, confusion is everywhere. There is green on the ground and now green in the sky. Gas!
The silvery shapes were darting to and fro in the calm waters of the dam. I am nine, watching the fish, wondering how they could survive in the water. I continue on my path of discovery, but before long my mother calls. Lunch.
I am eighteen, sitting in a musky trench in a land afar. Time for a break from the chaos of fighting, time to eat. The canned beef is tough, hard to eat. Chewing hardly helps. I swallow, and feel the uneasy sensation of it running
Balto: The First Day-Chapter 7Chapter 7: A PromiseBalto: The First Day-Chapter 76 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Steele bitterly remembered that day; it was the first time Balto had utterly beaten him. "Alright, you did beat me that day wolfdog, but you didn't have the sense to finish what you started."
"Steele, if I had any sense that day I wouldn't have started in the first place," Balto replied.
"Heh, you still cling to your good-boy ideals do you?"
"And you still cling to your selfish ego," a voice shot out. Steele looked back and saw that his own team, along with most of the town's dogs were gathered around the doorway to the cabin, "It's over Steele," Jenna called out, "We've got you now."
"No. It won't end like this," Steele growled. He was not about to lose to Balto. Snarling, he grabbed Balto by the scruff of his neck and tossed him across the room, slamming his injured shoulder into the hard iron stove. Balto collapsed from the pain and Nikki, Kaltag and Star stepped in to help him, "You three back off! He's mine!" Steele growled.
"No Steele, we'v
Denton Vs JensenJC Denton was walking in a dark alley, behind 'Ton Hotel. He had to do a job for the Illuminati, he had to kill one of the people who threatened the new world order. He was seen in Hell's Kitchen, asking questions about him. But he asked the wrong people. Jordan Shea called him saying that someone was looking for him. A Mech.Denton Vs Jensen5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was about to get up to the fire escape ladder, to take a look on his brothers room, when he heard something falling from the roof. He didnt have time to react when Adam Jensen landed with force beside him and knocked him of his feet. With just a thought he activated all his nano augmentations, just to be ready. It was a good move. The aggressive defensive system was beeping so loud that he was going mad, but he was content. Jensen was about to make his first bad move. The mini bombs from the claymore augmentation exploded prematurely, wounding Jensen seriously, leaving him gasping for air.
"You must be Adam Jensen. Morgan Everett says hi."
Jensen gave an angry
Villager's Smash-Out!! PROLOGUE"SMASH WOMEN'S BOXING FEDERATION, A COLLABORATION WITH THE WVBA/CRAFTED BY THE ONLY PRINCESS THAT MATTERS/WILL BEGIN A WEEK FROM NOW/SIGN YOUR NAME ON FORM BELOW TO ENTER"Villager's Smash-Out!! PROLOGUE1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The green-clad Villager overlooked the flyer, eager with anticipation for the day's events. As it turns out, it actually HAS been a week since that flyer came out, and our protaganist just so happens to have a boxing match; her first ever.
"I've tried to do as much training as I can...I hope I'm ready!" she thought to herself as she slapped a red pair of boxing gloves onto her taped hands. She was a mayor once; but for now, she's a boxer.
She walked down the ramp to a roar of cheers. As she waved with her red gloves, she slipped into the ring and was directed into her corner by the oddly silent referee with a weird green cap on. All she had to do was wait...
And there her opponent was, and...what the heck is that thing? It's like a weird...white and green...puppet object. Behind it was a woman in white carrying a pur
:ocd:You're lucky it's not that bad yet.:ocd:6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Yeah, well you don't know what I do on my own time.
On my own I let it all go. Sit on the floor and claw at mind. Turn out the lights and stare.
Then it comes to me.
You tell me to think about something else.
But everyting else on my mind just swallows up the distractions.
Do something to get your mind off it.
But it's not that easy. Honestly, the things I think about
I'm afraid to write down.
I don't want people I know to know.
Hell, I don't even want people I don't know to know.
And it's past the point where I'm scared of it.
Past the point where I hide myself because I'm afraid I'll do it.
No, no, no.
I'm at the stage where the thought of doing something drastic just makes me smile like fuck. It makes me start to think about what I'm going to do to get away with it. Makes me sit there and think about it. Now I don't know if the thoughts are causing this, or if they're calming me down.
And now I love it. I feed off it. I don't want to get over it.
Primarily Obsessional OCD (Pure-O)I enjoy writing something personal and throwing it out into the world, knowing that what I write is nothing incriminating or something I'd regret, and that the only people who will be reading it will not be deterred by a memory of me, but rather will take my words at face value. With no image to solidify this event, this piece will blur and merge with the countless other texts people have read through the years and it'll be as though it never truly existed. Forgotten.Primarily Obsessional OCD (Pure-O)2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Take it from me, for someone who has difficulty forgetting, that is a very comforting thought.
Before I do this, for the love of Barry's Tea, don't take this so seriously. Nothing horrific has ever happened to me. I'm a healthy twenty-something year old with a loving family and the most amazing friends I could ask for!
So what's the big deal? Well, yesterday I spoke to my mother about something I probably should have told her about years ago. I told her I had OCD and it turns out she does too. It's funny how well you can
The Snake and the DragonIn the kingdom of Greenland lived a young and courage green dragon named Tabaluga. As well as being the last of his kind, Tabaluga was also the crown-prince of Greenland, destined to watch over it as its hero. He may have been only seven years of age in human years, but he was the strongest and bravest creature you could find. Over the time he spent in his home land of Greenland, he has met all kinds of friends, all of which loved and cared for their dragon protector. However, there was one particular creature in the valley that wanted to have his own special meeting with the heroic dragon.The Snake and the Dragon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It all started like any other day, Tabaluga awoke from his dreams of talking to his late father and glided down from his mountain home. It was such a thriving day and Tabaluga couldn't wait to meet up with his good friends. He walked into the forest, not wanting to have to fly everywhere willy nilly. He waved and smiled as his passed by the friendly animals that lived in the forest and in return the
7 Tips for Collaborative Writing7 Tips for Collaborative Writing7 Tips for Collaborative Writing2 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 7 “From Story to Art” – Section 10 “Co-Writing”
With Links to Supplementary Material
It has become increasingly popular for writers to want to collaborate with another person in order to create a story, and with good reason. Having another person cuts down the amount of work each of you has to do, gives you new perspective, challenges your style, and can help you improve tremendously. That being said, it is also has about the same likelihood of succeeding as a business venture of selling Popsicles in Antarctica. Today, I'm going to explain the flaws in writing collaboratively, as well as some tips for traversing its murky waters.
Tip 1: Know the risks.
It may seem difficult to envision, but writing is a very intimate activity by which you infuse your soul
The World I Want To Live InI want to live in a world where no one has to come out. I want nobody to ever have to go through that emotional and physical torture. I want there to be no reason to come out. Because in this new world, it wouldn't matter! Nobody would care who another person loves, because it's love and none of their business!The World I Want To Live In4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I want to live in a world where no one cares. I want apathy, not acceptance. Because, there's no need for acceptance because there's no chance of rejection! There's nothing wrong with it, so rejection and persecution are logically ruled out. I don't want to hear this dialogue ever again "I'm gay." "Good for you!" Good for you? You don't hear "good for you" for being born with hazel eyes or being heterosexual. Honestly, there is no difference, stop perpetuating one! It's just like when a little kid gets hurt, you don't tell the kid they're hurt, because if you did, they would freak out. If we never recognize it as a difference, then there won't be one! Everybody is the