PKMN - WoaAP WallyXMay ch 1PKMN - WoaAP WallyXMay ch 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bits and Pieces
I stared outside the window, a little downhearted. It seemed that was all I could do in this white... Really white room. There was nothing to do in the hospital but sit around. If you even thought about moving, the doctors would start yelling at you. They looked down on you, watched out for you like a baby in a patch of thorns. I wasn't a baby though, far from it. I was a seventeen year old, locked away from the world.
My parents made sure I was under such good quality care and I knew it was because they loved me but... I wished they would let me do things that other kids would have done.
When I was three, I would have wanted to play with the colourful blocks in such an array that it would amaze even a ten year old.
When I was five, I would have liked to be around other kids my age, make new friends and get dirty in the dirt.
When I was seven, I would have died to play around in the snow with my snow gear on, get wet and shiver but warm up to a cup of cocoa
Sugar, Spice, and Every Vice (Part 1)Part 1: Sugar and SpiceSugar, Spice, and Every Vice (Part 1)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The first day of every school term at the Royal Fire Pre-Academy for Girls was always such a wonderful experience for Instructor Daoshi. She got to meet a new group of bright young ladies who would grow under her care to be the future leaders of the Fire Nation. Discovering their budding personalities would make the hours of patient instruction fly by, and seeing their strengths and interests blossom in the classroom was the all the reward Daoshi wanted for her service.
And this year, the Princess Azula would be starting school, right in Daoshi's class!
What could be better?
It was fifteen minutes until class would begin, and the Pre-Academy's students were assembling in the courtyard outside. Alone in her classroom, Daoshi straightened her robes and hummed a little tune (the Fire Nation anthem, because it was the only music that wasn't at least mildly illegal, probably because it had no lyrics and you couldn't dance to it, even in clogs). She wanted to l
Oban Star-Racers Ch. 1Chapter 1: A New BeginningOban Star-Racers Ch. 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Jordan No Jordan!" When Eva saw her partner above her as she was held against her will, she screamed for him not to save her, but it was too late, Jordan plummeted into the light as Canaletto attacked furiously. Jordan's body became infused with light and the darkness that was around them soon became consumed in light.
"Molly Wake up." Molly's eyes opened as Jordan came into view floating in the air. He took the shape of the new Avatar of Oban, he was covered in golden rays, the sight of him was beautiful and gentle, he looked liked an angel. "Jordan, you're okay." "I have to go now, Molly...! As soon as Jordan turned, he felt the warmth of a gentle and familiar hand on his cheek, Molly returned his affection and Jordan looked at her warmly, and kissed her, whispering that he would never forget her. Then everything became overflowed with light.
"Jordan It was a dream." A girl of 19 years old awoken from her sleep and stood from her be
Remembrance DayRemembrance Day3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What is going on with her? Shouldn't she be happier than that? I mean she did just get cleared of all charges and can do what she wants to know," Korra suggested.
"Bo, is it?" Mako asked as he turned to his brother.
"Yep. Now that you mention it. I think so anyway," Bolin agreed.
"What is it? She's had that look before. But I could never get her to say why. Can you tell me?" General Iroh asked coming back to the table.
"Yes, tomorrow is the day her mother died. She's probably thinking about that. Even though its the same time as her birthday," Mako answered.
"Not just that. I can tell you what she's thinking. Whore, winch, useless cow. There is nothing to celebrate. Even after all these years. All that echoes in her brain is the things society burned into her. Plus without a birth in general there is no reason she sees to celebrate being in this world," Docra responded.
"What do you mean no birth? And why would she think those things?!" Korra shouted across the table
watching/seeingzevran is almost always alert, almost always watching - and especially watching you, sharp assassin’s gaze picking up your movements before you make them, standing where you just were or where you are just about to be, depending on what you need from him. he calls you his warden, and you’re not sure but you think he might hope that you don’t notice the possessive, or might think it to be an antivan honorific.watching/seeing2 years ago in Romance More Like This
you are naïve, perhaps, but not so naïve that you do not notice the softness in his voice that is part of no honorific you’ve ever heard.
sometimes you catch him in a hazy moment of unfocus, where he stares into some middle distance that you cannot see. you have also noticed that he never does this when you’re far away, on the other side of camp or across a tavern. you wonder if he has ever allowed himself this luxury of his mind wandering before - if he ever felt safe enough, even as a child.
you watch him, in these
DilemmaSarah Caultry regarded the rat in front of her with the greatest admiration she had for a man, and given her track record with them it was a very high compliment coming from her. At first, she had thought of him as one of the many. She had grouped him with the intellectuals that believed a woman's place was the home and to birth strong children while cooking meals and cleaning. She could never have been more wrong in her life. After the eventful first impression she had given him, he had grown to think of her as a sort of female foil, his very own Irene Relda. They had been rivals for a time, like he and Basil though their games were nowhere near as dangerous, but every bit as exciting. She enjoyed teasing him, and he enjoyed picking her brain. She had always been a clever sort, and often frowned upon for it. A lady was not supposed to show interest in the advancement of forensic sciences or developments in mathematical theories, or new discoveries in the heavens. She was to play happyDilemma2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Blighted"One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody."Blighted2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
- Brother Quinrel, Missionarus Galaxia
Nurgle's love was humanity's bane. Those in suffering turned to the Plague Lord for relief and succor. Bloating with concern, necrotic arms embracing sore-covered flesh, pus-heavy lips kissing the pain away; Nurgle's love was boundless. Under the power of the Lord of Decay, death was nothing. The transience of life passed, and under Nurgle's paternal gaze, bloomed into something greater. Souls taken in the Grandfather's name were well-cared for spirits. Let the Imperium's clergy preach their hopeless doctrines. Papa Nurgle was the most involved out of any deity in the plight of mortals. He answered when no one else would.
Typhus was Nurgle's herald. In a galaxy bereft of the Emperor's fatherly protection, Typhus spread the epidemic of freedom unto the Imperium. Host of the Destroyer Hive, Typhus endured, unloved and unwelcomed by the people he freed of their mortal prisons.
CullThey were on crusade. Following rumours, hearsay, and survivor accounts, the Victus gave chase. Across nebulous quadrants and warring systems, the hunters relentlessly tracked down their quarry. The offer of others assistance was bluntly refused. Not only was the Chapter Master prideful, but wary of outsiders fighting alongside his warriors. Better the Imperium to not hear of his soldiers’ butchery from second-hand accounts and be called for censure.Cull2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Only the Flesh Tearers would purify the world. Their quarry had run to ground. With the Victus and strike cruisers decimating the traitors’ vessels in orbit, the newly-formed Chapter slaughtered their opponents on the battlefield. Heads were taken. Corrupt blood stagnated in fly-infested pools. True to their gladiatorial roots, the rebels gave no quarter. Later reports surmised they even welcomed their brutal deaths. Committing all his forces to the final stronghold, Chapter Master Nassir Amit gave the order.
Eye of the StormEye of the Storm3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Title: "Eye of the Storm"
Series: Stargate SG-1
Category: Drama/Missing Scene
Spoilers : Spoilers for season 1, but no further. Takes place at the height of the pilot episode, but it references all the way to the end of the first season.
Content Level : K+
Content Warning: Violence; general inner turmoil
Summary: In the moments between Apophis' order to kill all the prisoners in the Chulak dungeon and the second one Jaffa Serpent Guard decided that enough was enough, what drove him to make the most important decision of his life?
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Sci-fi and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of
Corey Black- story.Corey Black- story.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Okay. I suppose at this point in the proceedings i should probably introduce myself. My name is Corey Black. Perhaps. I'm known by many names, that's the one which is most appropriate for you to know me by. The same as i have many names, i am also many things. Capable of atrocities that'd make some of your war criminals seem like children hitting each other with sticks.
A point to remember, dear reader: A hero is often simply a war criminal who has the fortune of being on the winning side.
But, dear reader, i digress.
There are a few things you need to understand about me. I'm strong with the Force. Not as strong as some, but stronger than many. My mother was a Jedi. She tried instructing me in the ways of the light, much to the disgust of my father. He you see, was a Sith. Not the most powerful, but powerful enough to betray, rather than be betrayed. Just as is their way. I must draw you to a previous point, about my mother. When i said she was a Jedi, this was true. But she was not a
Fortress of War: Part 1Captain Arvath Suvarov looked down from the command module on the bridge of the Primordial. The skeleton crew manning the bridge was composed of servitors and a couple of tech-marines. The night-phase had seen the majority of activity by the human element of the crew shut down as the retainers and bondsmen rested.Fortress of War: Part 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Suvarov checked the strategium behind him. They were three days out from their exit point from the warp. Falgor IV sat before them, another two days travel at the least. The gladius class frigates, Laeninus, Volgus, and Petros, matched pace with the Primordial, forming a skirmish screen before the strike cruiser.
The vox station chirruped, drawing the captain's attention. Leaning over the servitor tech-marine Dmitriy scanned the display.
“Captain. It's General Akilina. She sends us the Planetary Governors greetings. And an appraisal of the situation. Routing them to the strategium.”
Suvarov nodded in acknowledgement before turnin
The Dark Half Chapter 22: The EndWhat power art thou, who from belowThe Dark Half Chapter 22: The End11 months ago in Drama More Like This
Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow
From beds of everlasting snow?
See'st thou not how stiff and wondrous old,
Far unfit to bear the bitter cold,
I can scarcely move or draw my breath?
Let me, let me freeze again to death.
- Cold Genius (The Cold Song), Henry Purcell, 1691
Both humans and Smurfs watched in horror as the dragon pulled Johan from the ramparts with her teeth and fell to the field below with a sickening thud. Chloderic screamed in rage, drew his sword, and ran to his fallen dragon, leaving Sabina limping behind him until Peewit ran to her aid.
Johan was lucky to land on top of the dragon when she fell and not under her. He rolled away from the flailing claws and wings of the dying creature, and struggled to stand, already feeling dizzy from the venom's effects. The king was there, moving close to help him with an incredulous look on his face.
"Johan...how did...is it really you?"
"Stay away! The dragons...they're po
Fortress of War: Part 2Master-Sergeant Anya of the Turthol 9th Armored dug along side her crew as they prepared an ammo cache and a shallow dugout. Their coveralls were stripped to their waists and and their shovels flew as they worked to remove the gray dirt from their earthworks. Their tank, a Leman Russ Exterminator main battle tank, sat under camouflage netting, it's name shining on it's flank, the Fuego Novis.Fortress of War: Part 22 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“So, master-sergeant Anya, I have a dugout I made. It's roomy enough for two.” Garrulous chuckles followed the remark.
“Not until you can beat me in kills, Melor. Until then, you can keep to the sponson.” More chuckles rose as gunner Melor returned to his shovel. “Get back to work boys. Let's get this place dug quickly. Maxim? Maxim!”
Grumbling under her breath, Anya walked over to the rear of the Fuego Novis. Half leaning in the engine compartment stood a enginseer of the mechanicus. Reaching over Anya tapped him on the opposite shoulder. “Enginseer Maxim
An Exotic Encounter: PrologueSebastian Doran sat at a little table in a seedy pub, tail flicking impatiently. The rat was used to having to wait around a lot, though this did nothing to curb his annoyance. He kept glancing at the door, waiting for his contact to come in with news about the client in India he was supposed to see, but the chap in question was a no show. The marksrat was a stickler for punctuality, and he was getting increasingly angry, and increasingly more dangerous. When the door finally did open, the blond rat drew a revolver.An Exotic Encounter: Prologue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I think I made meself perfectly clear when I said we was meetin' at five, mate." He growled, baring his sharp needle-like teeth. "D'you know wot time it is now?" The contact in question was yet another rat, dark furred and wearing a dark brown coat with a red cravat. He drew forth a pocket-watch and clicked it open.
"Put it away, Sebastian. I won't have guns drawn in here." He replied airily. "And it is five minutes to six." Doran lowered the revolver, a smile playing on h
Corey Black Story- Part 2Corey Black Story- Part 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At that moment, the cantina erupted with people bursting out of their chairs, tearing blasters from their holsters, several of them trained on my father. I tore off my cloak and caused heads to spin in my direction when the familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber activation.
"Ne shab'rud'ni, " I growled a warning at the pair of Rodian's with drawn blasters, pointing at my father.
"him speak gibberish." One of the pair said, vocabulator hissing the translation, while the other turned and trained his pistol on me. I sensed his intent to shoot, so I lifted his partner into the way. Three blasts of energy tore into his chest, and I snapped his neck.
Harsh, maybe, but he was beyond saving.
After the first shot was fired, the cantina erupted in a hail of blasterfire, much of which was directed at me. I caught three of the first four bolts, sending them back with my lightsaber, though the fourth caught me squarely in the left shoulder.
Being a Mandalorian, I just gritted my teeth and us
Lone WolfBroddr charged across the scorched earth, swinging his thunder hammer, Andlàt in wide arcs crushing any who stood in his way. The Tyranids of this world had taken his pack from him. Now he would exact a mighty toll from these Xenos in their name.Lone Wolf2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
His armour, engraved with the names of his fallen brothers was a single grey speck in a tide of red chitin. Claws, fangs and crude spikes battered off his hulking form but were silenced quickly as Andlàt swept the creatures from existance. Pushing enemies away with crushing blows from a huge round storm shield, Broddr made his devastating advance with amber eyes fixed on his true target. An immense creature of unthinkable proportions. A true test of his skill and the way to regain his honour or die well in the attempt, a Carnifex. The Lone Wolf’s enhanced sense of smell filled his lungs with the foetid scent of Xenos flesh which sizzled and popped on the head of his sparking hammer. Andlàrt was soaked from head to sh
Warring Fire Ch. 5Weaken AvatarsWarring Fire Ch. 51 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Aang awaken in a room of a ship still weak from his encounter with Azula. He was completely bandaged up and sat up on the edge of the bed. “What happened?” he grunted to himself. He gazed over to the side to see that he was on a Fire Nation ship. “Oh, no.” Aang backed out of the bed and ran out of the room.
When he entered the hallway two guys dress as Fire Nation soldiers spotted the Avatar and he spotted them. He swung his staff to shoot a gust of wind at them to stun them. He then ran down the hall and up the steps.
Aang made it out to the deck of the ship. “Trickle Toes that’s gotta be you,” Toph said. She and Katara turned around in excitement
The CrowningThe CrowningThe Crowning7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of R.A. Salvatore/Wizards of the Coast ©. I dont own them; Im just examining all their possibilities.
Baenre males did not go rogue.
It was a long held source of pride in the First House. Despite their lower station and all the usual scheming and intrigues of Menzoberranzan, the males of House Baenre were all faithful servants to Matron Baenre and the Spider Queen; doing their duties faithfully and preferring death over dishonor.
Baenre males did not go rogue, no questions asked. Any who ran from their House would be hunted down in short order, executed, and their names forgotten because there were no rogue males from House Baenre.
Such was a common fact from Gromph Baenre to the lowliest page that was whispered loud enough to be perfectly understood.
Jarlaxle Baenre, however, still lived.
The statement went though Jarlaxles head a thousand times as he stared into the ornate obsidian mir
GIFT for Vinghen: Gravity I (ME3:Shepard x Kaidan) ***GIFT for Vinghen: Gravity I (ME3:Shepard x Kaidan)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
- Wiesz co, zauważyłem, że Lola przy majorze Alenko jest jakaś… inna.
- No coś ty… - zakpił Garrus, celując ze snajperki w bliżej nieokreślony punkt po drugiej stronie Hangaru.
Vega nie zwrócił najmniejszej uwagi na ton towarzysza. Splótł ręce na szerokiej piersi i kontynuował:
- Co jest między nimi? Bo widzisz, jakoś nie mogę się połapać o co chodzi… Weź mi powiedz, w którym momencie się pogubiłem. To tak… – Chrząknął. – Podobno kiedyś byli razem, zanim Lola zginęła…
Postawny mężczyzna spojrzał wyczekująco na turianina, szukając potwierdzenia swoich słów. Ten jednak w dalszym ciągu z najwyższą uwagą czyścił swój ulubiony karabin snajperski, M-92 Modliszkę.
Corey Black Story- Part 9Corey Black Story- Part 94 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I woke up to find three concerned looking faces staring down at me, with my head still buzzing from where it'd hit the floor. Again. Everything in my field of vision was swimming in and out of focus, my balance and strength barely there enough for me to raise my head.
"I just need a rest," I mumbled, trying to work the energy to open my body for healing.
My strength failed at that point, and the only thing that stopped my head crashing into the solid permacrete floor, was a pair of tiny hands.
"Rest well," he said, "And thank you."
It seemed that while I was out, another couple of people had arrived. Jedi, by the feel of them. So my little fight hadn't gone unnoticed. Everyone in the room was a little on edge, though the Jedi hid it well, on the surface at least.
I sat up, knowing that there was no real point in me hiding the fact I was awake, not with a pair of Jedi in the room.
"Welcome back," the female Jedi, said. I was hoping it was the Jedi anyway, 'cause if not, then I'd hit my
Corey Black Story- Part 7Corey Black Story- Part 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The problem itself was a simply explained one, though a plan of action would be likely far from simple to execute. Her son had been kidnapped, and they'd demanded ransom of her. Ransom of an amount that she couldn't pay. They'd taken her son, because she was a reasonably well off individual in a little known company, but, still, they were demanding more than a years worth money for her, no way she could get the money.
I agreed to go in, and try to negotiate with them, I received a location, and a time, and I was off. I sensed a trap, a Jedi would make a tidy profit on the black market, as a slave, or a trophy, whichever they preferred.
And I knew, that if I was to make this charade work, I couldn't go in there weapons blazing, knowing neither whether I'd be cut down in seconds by overwhelming force of arms, or if not, it would be hard to make them believe I was a Jedi, when they're supposed to be as near to damn passive as it can possibly get. The sense of danger got more pronounced wi
A Letter.Dear Princess Peach,A Letter.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's-a me again, your ever-so-faithful plumber, Mario.
I just wanted to tell you that after all the shenanigans you've forced me to go through over the years really isn't worth the money I'm rewarded with anymore. I'm tired of having to go save you time after time from a lousy, lame-ass turtle who can't tell what time of day it is. I'm tired of being forced through fields, seas sometimes outer space! of Koopa's, Goomba's, and other enemies that Bowser-the-lame-turtle sends after me.
I'm tired of being forced into going into castle after castle, fighting Bowser's many siblings; and even Bowser Jr. (How in the world did that kid get conceived?) through every game. Do you know how many 1-Ups and restarts I've been forced to go through just to save your Royal-Pain-in-the-Ass?
Save yourself for once.
Slave Girls + Shining KnightsSlave Girls + Shining Knights3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Slave Girls and Shining Knights"
Another sort-of Doctor Who short; Fourth in the Songbirds Series
by Mayumi-H, a.k.a. BonusParts
It is on the dim and chilly morning of fifteen October at seven forty-two, to be exact, after a second slap of the snooze button on his alarm clock that Lawrence Nightingale decides that it is time, at last (twenty-nine years to the day, in fact), for him to stop putting off the inevitable, and grow up. To grow up and be an adult, a man, a thoughtful, responsible, respectable and productive member of civilised society. To pack up his collection of role-playing game campaign modules and rule books and hand them off to fifteen-year-old Neville down the street; to purge the laptop of all of those saved forum conversations about the merits of one starship captain over another; to toss the worn-thin tee shirts and hoodie sweaters scrawled with in-jokes and cryptic messages across the backs and chests; and to face the realit