The Borrowed Cloak. Pt 1 [ Cullen x Trevelyan]The Borrowed Cloak. Pt 1 [ Cullen x Trevelyan]5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: The Borrowed Cloak Pt. 1
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
characters/pairing: Commander x Nevena Trevelyan
Disclaimer: Dragon Age: Inquisition is the property of Bioware, as is Cullen and any other characters mentioned within this piece. Nevena Trevelyan is my creation, under the Dragon Age: Inquisition player character, Trevelyan.
Cullen paused on the climb to the Inquisitor's chamber, resting his hand against the wall and reconsidering for perhaps then twelfth time whether or not he should be visiting her in her private rooms. After all, they were hers and she had never invited him to visit her there. Not to mention, if any of their companions or the soldiers had seen him visit... there would be talk.
They were worse gossips than a gaggle of fish wives.
On the other hand, he reasoned, he and Nevena got on well enough, and his reason for visiting was innocent and about business. He was her advisor as well as Commander, and their time together was often so bri
DarknessI fumble blindly in the darkness,Darkness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My vision is mercilessly butchered.
I don't know where I am;
My location isn't on any map.
I desperately claw for an exit.
I twist, swing, bend,
Grasping foolishly for something,
Anything to pull me out of this pit.
I feel a smooth, gentle touch,
It slips its hand inside my fingers.
The warm touch is reassuring;
I cling tightly, not wanting to part.
Then it tries to drag me away,
Into the depths of the black I tried to flee.
I rip my fingers from its cruel clutches,
Before it can harm me any more.
I struggle forward in agonizing vain.
The comforting hands whisper, "I'll help."
But they all are the same;
I won't give in to their seething fraud.
As I flee, something blocks my trek;
Bodies stand in my way.
I push and shove, but they grant no pass.
As silent stone statues, they whisper, "I'm sorry."
I pay no heed to their words of plea,
I tear and slash at the figureless forms.
Until they're nothing but cinder and ashes,
I brush them away, an
Bob Card Game ConceptBob Card Game Concept3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Card Game Concepts -
Modes of Play
Free for All - All players attempt to get to rank of Epic Hero (Rank 6) in order to challenge/defeat the Overlord first and become the new Overlord, players may aid and oppose each other with cards, such as traps, spells, items, and combat events.
Group Play - All Players work together in order to defeat the Villain, in short it's like a giant on-going quest mode. If a player falls they become a servant to the GM literally
1) Determine who is the GM for the game.
2) Starting roll to determine player order, roll whatever dice you agree on.
Each Player draws 5 cards to start, Max hand size of 10 play cards, active/on table cards such as played/equipped gear does not count towards this limit.
Each Player draws one class/race card at random, those will be your starting classes. In Group play you may select class/race combinations at will.
Each player starts with 20 Physical and 20 Spiritual health No race specified means your human by
Glass Girl and the Stone ManGlass Girl and the Stone Man5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The glass girl met the stone man,
she said "hello", he said "hi",
they soon fell in love,
the world seemed suddenly alright.
The stone man's big hard heart,
swelled with joy and pride,
as he saw his pretty little glass girl,
twirl and glitter in the summer sunlight.
They frolicked and danced,
till it was time to go back;
the stone man missed his strange people,
and the glass girl didn't understand.
The stone man couldn't explain why,
he couldn't take her back to the stone city;
he knew the glass girl was not like him,
or the people he knew since he could barely stand.
He delayed the moment of return,
although it hurt them both;
he didn't want to let go of either,
the glass girl's love or his family ties.
The one night as they lay under the kind moon,
with the glass girl sleeping in his arms,
a solitary stone tear crept down the corner,
of the hard hearted stone man's eyes.
It fell on the glass girl's angel face,
and shattered her into a million pieces,
the stone man finally broke the g
Melting PointI wish to seeMelting Point2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the world burn
for one more turn
a point of light
and boundless hope
burning out bright,
tossing a rope
from where I stand
I feel the cold
let's build a land
breaking the mold
words more honest
a resting pulse
not stressing out
blushing face nulls
all not devout
a gift of love-
don't let it waste
we rise above
copy and paste
once we appoint
when daybreak starts
the melting point
of all our hearts
The Private Wound is Deepest"Loki," Thor's monotone voice cracked with an emotion he could not place- anger? Upset? Distress? Fear? Love, maybe? "Brother."The Private Wound is Deepest3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki seemed to flinch at the word, wince as though it had stung him like a wasp's needle. It filled his mind with poisonous thoughts and his blood with a venomous drive that throbbed wildly, manically in his sallow heart. He wanted to lash out in a blind fit of rage, tackle his elder to the ground and place his boot upon his brick chest, spitting into his face cruel barks and demanding snaps, the hatred and pain he felt; heavy like lead, like a great guilt in his soul: 'How do you like it?! How does it feel?! Look me in the eye and tell me! Tell me what it's like to be trapped, stuck beneath a great weight, forced to carry burdenous breaths; the bulk of a boisterous, foolish fiend that is so sickeningly innocently declared to be your 'brother' .
Loki held his breath and chewed the insides of his cheeks gently. He must keep his snake tongue inside his he
HALO: The Return - Prologue2553. That was the year that the war had ended. The Prophet of Truth, killed. The Covenant, annihilated. Gravemind, disintegrated. The entire universe was saved by two heroes.HALO: The Return - Prologue8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One thing was for sure. Everyone else was safe. The Earth was retained in its natural beauty for the most part. The humans and the Sangheili were under an alliance. Only one thing remained a mystery however.
What had happened, to the Master Chief who had vanished into thin air, along with the backend of The Dawn. One thing was for certain. Everyone believed him to be dead. Or was he?
MasqueradeEnter in the masqueradeMasquerade10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And let your senses be betrayed
Let it swell from deep inside
And give in to your darker side
Let it soak into your skin,
Let it pull you, take you in.
Like a lover's sweet caress,
There one moment, gone the next.
Let all your inhibitions fly,
And if it hurts you, please don't cry.
For we've no room for sorrows here,
And heat will soon replace your fear.
Hold close this madness, and this dark.
Feel inside you, there's a spark.
Ignite it! Set your soul afire,
This ancient want, this strong desire.
In this place where lies are sold,
There is more truth than you can hold.
So let it take you, spin and dance,
Give your thoughts away to chance.
Let the colours reel and twirl,
Ruby, saphire, emerald, pearl.
Let the music take you high,
Sing your soul out to the sky.
As the night draws to an end,
and as your soul is on the mend,
Keep this sweetness, and this bliss,
And all your memories of this.
In this world of fallen dreams,
Life is not always as its seems.
Run Like HellRun Like Hell3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Run Like Hell
All of these character's belong to me. So don't use them without my permission.
Keith sighed and slouched in the car seat, he felt his phone go off in his tight jean pocket. He ignored it again. It was probably just the school reminding him that, once again, he was late. Only for the fourth time that week. Keith yawned and rested his head on the passenger window. He enjoyed the silence in his buddy's car. It made it easier for him to fall asleep. They always traveled without the radio off after smoking up in the morning. The radio made them paranoid, so once again they were traveling in high silence, his buddy was trying to keep the car between the white lines and Keith was trying to sleep. However, just when he thought he could get some shut eye, his buddy pulled up to his school. He hit Keith roughly. Keith groaned and realized where he was.
"Thanks," Keith said sleepily. He turned to the back seat and pulled his back pack out of the back. He swung
Thoughts Like Dandelion SeedsFor all my centuries of working with it,Thoughts Like Dandelion Seeds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still don’t think I’ll ever understand Love.
I know it when I see it.
I know how it feels
I know it can be the most beautiful thing in the world
But I know the dark sides of love, too.
Even after observing mortals and how they work,
I still don’t know any more than I knew before.
I have a greater appreciation for Love.
But I still have no idea what causes it
Where it comes from
Why it chooses the ones it does.
Most of it is out of my control, you know.
Forced love doesn’t work very well.
That’s one thing I’ve learned.
Better to let it happen naturally
And when it does, it’s so beautiful.
It’s…art. It’s music and smiling and children and old photographs and…just perfect.
Other times, it’s…not so perfect.
Other times, the heart is fickle and can’t decide what it wants
Or it want something bad for it
Or it needs something it desperately wants to avoi
Angels and DemonsAngels and Demons5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stepped into the light, blinking the blinding whiteness from my eyes so I could see. Someone, blurred around the edges and smeared a little, stood a ways in front of me. He seemed like a drawing, finished but as though someone had attempted-and failed-to erase him. Even though he was hard to see, there was something about him that I saw immediately: the two glowing, feather-like things coming from behind his back. They were an off-white color; the wings stayed completely still, as did the rest of him. He made no move to come closer to me, but his eyes were fixated directly on my face. I tip-toed farther forward, closer to him, and still he didn't move. Soon I was standing directly in front of him and, though he was still blurred, I saw him look down at me. His eyes were the color of the ominous greenish-gray sky you see before a storm, and they shone like a dying ember; his body was tan and muscular, with hair of the brightest silver. His lips did not smile, nor did they frown. He se
EnglandXReader- I love you this big - 2EnglandXReader- I love you this big - 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I love you this big
I know im still young
But I know how I feel
I might not have to much experience
But I know when love is real
You glared at the American from your place on the couch.
"Wanker," You hissed, after he hung up.
"Not my fault! You were distracting me with your yelling at the TV!" He retorted, making his way back to his end of the couch. You glanced out the window.
"Well, he isn't here yet. I'm taking a nap." You told him as you drifted off to sleep. The blonde next to you sighed and turned on the TV. A few minutes later, he heard someone pounding on his door. He jumped up and raced to get it. As Alfred opened the door, his face was almost pounded down by a fist.
"Yo arty!" He exclaimed, dodging the fist.
"Where's _______." The brit demanded.
"Huh? I told you! She's not here!" The American lied.
"Don't lie to me you wanker! I know she's here!" Arthur hissed.
"Im not man!' Alfred stuck to his lie.
"Then you won't care if I check your house!" The other blonde said, ba
Coyote and WendigoCoyote traveled far and wide in search of interesting things to do. One day his journey took him farther north than he had ever been before. He discovered a small summertime village and decided to ask the people there for a place to rest.Coyote and Wendigo4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When Coyote entered the village he could tell something was not right. There were no children playing outside. Few people were doing any sort of work, and those he did see were only engaging in it half-heartedly. Coyote approached a man. "Hello," he said, "I am tired and would like to find a place to rest for the night."
"You should not stay here," the man said. "Every night a monster comes out of the forest and drags somebody away to eat. Our bravest men have already died fighting it. It will not be long before it has killed us all."
This made Coyote angry. He had fun playing pranks on the humans, and they were usually more hospitable to him than the animals. He was not going to stand by and let them all be killed by some monster. He went to the loca
The EnchantressSun setting on a bright new dayThe Enchantress5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brightness fading, into a dark alleyway.
A stranger walking, away into the darkness
Command all desires, focus on the empress.
The empress reigning, on your empire
Roaming alone without a sire.
Stalking her prey by shadows of night
Grasping for the kill, in a flash of sight.
Smooth and swift, a ravishing blow
Pin pricked precision, a continuous flow.
Crimson embrace, in a moment off of time
Out of consciousness, in the mind sublime.
An eternity within a drop of curse
Will to hold and secretly nurse.
Lover's touch and the moon does shine
Pain and sorrow in a life combine.
She glides past the warmth, infallible lies
Beckoning to see truth, in those fiery eyes.
A touch of frost, saying goodbye to life
At last comes peace, and the end of strife.
Clutching with claws, sharp as blade
Into a world, of fearful escapade.
She leads, on through a flight of stairs
The final words, to the enchanted prayers.
"A beautiful madness, in dark desire
An enchantress swaying,
Bag on a Stickhttp://www.draconicmagazine.com/articles/bag-stickBag on a Stick4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Raised by Wolves: Chapter 20I stood in front of my door for a full five minutes, my heart thudding loudly in my ears. What was going on around here? My brain had officially hit overload; if anything else were to happen, I would just shut down and no longer function. This had to be one of the longest and strangest weeks of my life. I shook my head to snap out of the stupor I was in and entered my chambers. Noticing a letter on the floor, I scooped it up as I shut the door behind me. My fingers slipped open the envelope and pulled out a single piece of parchment.Raised by Wolves: Chapter 203 years ago in Drama More Like This
I had barely begun to read the note before the sight of Lydia in her formalwear distracted me. She stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her dress down. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a twist and pinned into place with a gold clip. Her dress fluttered around her long legs as she twirled, her face lit up like a child’s. You could see by the glee upon her face she was enjoying her outfit for the evening.
"Oh Lydia, you look so beautifu
The Cursed Blessing~Poetry Commission~The Cursed Blessing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The name of the existence desperately sought after
By so many foolish mortals, afraid to die
The sight of their own blood makes them panic
The terror of the time when they close their eyes
And they fall into eternal sleep, never to open again
Drives them to seek the greatest of curses
It's true, for those possessing this 'gift' cannot die
Neither sword nor gun can extinguish our lives
But the pain of every wound that should have been fatal
Is an unforgettable burden to bear
It makes us live, roaming the land for all eternity
The people we meet are fleeting
They disappear into the mists of time
Leaving behind only sorrowful rhyme
If there is any fortune to this state,
It's being able to stay at our side, forever
Our lives may one day burn out
If the need of blood is not satisfied
My beloved immortal,
Until that day comes
When we loose to the thirst that makes us cursed
I shall stay at
Beach - TGBeach - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Ethan come on, all the good places are gonna be taken!' Mike shouted upstairs to Ethan, they were planning of going to the beach but Ethan took really long to get ready. 'Coming coming!' Ethan shouted back. He ran down the stairs. 'Don't be so fucked up it's not like we have to stand on the beach ' 'Remember last time we thought we didn't had to stand? We actually couldn't lay down because there was not enough space.' Mike said irritated.
They stepped into the car and drove to the beach. There were a lot of people but it wasn't as bad as last time, there was enough space for them and it was really calm on the beach compared with the temperature. Kids were shouting, people were surfing, girls were tanning and family's were arguing. It was a nice day to lay down on the beach and enjoy the sun.
As soon as Ethan saw a spot he ran over and he dropped their stuff. 'This is our spot I gotta go, some chicks are just waiting for me to rub their backs with sunscreen.' Ethan ran away
Frozen Flames - PrologueWithin all worlds there shall always exist both dark and light, Heaven and Hell. It is here that the world remains as one. But when light is once corrupted by dark to bleed a core of blackest blood the world shall see its end. The pure shall no longer rule, the darkness of sin shall rule and end the world in destruction.Frozen Flames - Prologue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Man shall fall. The Great shall fall. The Divine shall fall.
Octavius stood at attention in front of a crystal gate, scanning the horizon for travelers and enemies. As a commander and one of the last of the First Council he had made it his duty to guard the Final gate to Earth.
Octavius began to wonder where his second in command, Talon, had gone and called out his name. Talon! Where are you? He waited a moment, anticipating the sound of his armor but sighed when he heard nothing.
The crystal gate glimmered behind him, shards of light reflecting onto the white ground and the clouded mist that surrounded it. The Final gate w
Boy and the BeastIn a small village, there lives a young boy with his older sister, both are adopted orphans. Their father is a merchant, and every two weeks, he leaves to purchase his goods that he will sell to the villagers. Their foster father quite loves his two children, even if he is not their real father. The man is single, so he only has his foster children to love and care for, along with whatever little injured creatures the both of them find at the edge of the woods. Every two weeks, he always asks the same thing of his adopted children before he leaves,Boy and the Beast6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What do you want as a present?"
Every two weeks, they both answer the same; the girl always says,
"It doesn't matter that much, father. I just want something very pretty."
And the boy always says,
"I only want you to come home safe, father."
Well, on this day, the father has decided enough is enough. He can understand and cherishes the selflessness of his adopted son, but he can still want to give his son something nice. The man kneels down
ProtectorAllow me to sing for those lost voices.Protector5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Allow me to be the choice for the lost choices.
Allow me to be question and answer. For a life,
I'll water your flowers along your several towers,
Protecting heart and soul from those unwanted.
From those curses unneeded and scars not to be
Forever on your skin. Never to fit in. In your decent picture.
In those fixtures of porcelain upon your face. Who would want to deter,
From a beauty that can't be any more natural than this. Than you.
Upon my cradling will that dances only for your ever lasting smile.
Ever-living only for my protection. The protection that would die first,
Before it leaves. Before it ceases from those precious lips whispering,
Longing inspiration in my wanting of you.
Of my tender caress of love upon those glistening eyes as I kiss your quiet mind to sleep.
Promising you, all of me, to keep those nasty dreams far from those clouds in the night sky
Once I feel you in a truly deep sleep, I'll join you. Right by you
Taught to loveYou can try but you'll never forget me.Taught to love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can smile but you'll never smile as you smiled at me.
You can think of another person, but your heart won't beat
as it beat for me.
You can cry alone in your bed, but you'll never cry as you
cried for me.
You can stroke a face with tenderness but it'll feel
strange because you memorized my features.
You can be in other arms but you'll doubt to lean your
forehead on that chest.
You will kiss other lips for long even, but when you open
your eyes you won't find me.
You'll go to sleep talking to yourself to don't see me in
your dreams but you know it won't work.
Nobody treats you as I did, right?
Nobody tells you the things I told you.
Nobody gives you life as I gave.
Nobody stops to understand you as I did.
But you keep being distant as if you never met me.
You deleted my name from your lips but you can't erase
You say you're fantastic but don't say it looking at me.
I'm not silly, I know you well.
It is not your fault,
list for ninth october1) your lover is dead andlist for ninth october4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you burn the eggs. grease
streaks the stove. you
sit, stand, switch off
the burner. sit.
the birds chirp. sit.
2) your lover is dead and
the birds are hungry:
the blue-jay funereal
sick ocean grey.
you shore yourself
against the bare mattress,
empty mason jars, your
mother's phone calls,
by desk receptionists.
the author's name
dwarfs the title,
that means it's good.
that means it's popular.
you spill tea
and soak its pages
and sit. sit.
3) your lover is dead and
the tea is cold.
the leaves have settled
in rorschach patterns.
the tea is hot:
when it's poured.
when you walk away.
you open your mouth.
4) your lover is dead and
you can learn no more
languages. dust sheaves
on books, in sunroom-motes.
half-eight, you feed the cat.
she scratches the door.
you say nothing:
5) your lover is dead and
you've fallen asleep.
your lover is dead and
6) you know that mockingbird don't sing
we never had no diamond rings