LudwigXReader Training-Call me General Part 8LudwigXReader Training-Call me General Part 82 years ago in Romance More Like This
"LUDWI-" Two more men jumped on her, stopping her scream. They pushed her down to the floor, wrenching her arm on her back. Making sure she couldn't scream.
"(Name)?" A muffled voice came from the phone. Ludwig was freaking out. He did not like what he heard. (Name) had a cloth forced on her mouth, before she finally blacked out. The men stared at the phone and dragged her up. One of them flung her over their shoulders and into the back of the car.
Ludwig screeched to a halt. He jumped out along with the allies and the axis. For a second he stared at the scene in front of him. It was obvious what had happened. Ludwig's face darkened, (Name)'s yell still echoing in his head. Those people were dead.
Ludwig knew the people couldn't have gone too far, he had arrived just a minute late. With that thought he let out a bunch of colourful language in german. Usually, at times like this, Gilbert with scold him... as a joke... b
Snow-Grilled Cheese Sandwich Bennet stepped outside of the Nook n' Cranny. He had a small bag of groceries consisting of bread, butter and cheese. There was also a small frying pan now tucked into his messenger bag. He was confident that today was the day he would learn how to cook a grilled cheese sandwich...or die trying. One of the two.Snow-Grilled Cheese Sandwich3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Bennet arrived at home and dumped his shopping bag on the kitchen counter. He then set his bag down in the living room and retrieved the new frying pan he'd recently purchased. He spread out all his ingredients across the counter and set the pan on the stove. The shinx began to dig around for a butter knife, humming all the while--blissfully unaware of the horrors to come.
The shinx switched on the burner and stared at the blue flame under the pan before slicing off a large chunk of butter and dropping it into the pan...noticing how he'd taken way too much butter for the job. He shrugged and decided to remember to ration the rest of the butter accordingly. He then took t
The Proposal The ProposalThe Proposal3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
The Persian was currently on the hill overlooking the beach at D4, putting the finishing touches on the plan. He had thought a lot about it, mused, plotted and after much thought, found that this is the best and most logical way of action. It was time. He only hoped that it would be well received. But for now he was working on the touches, before Evelyn would get to his current location. Now back at his home in C2, Evelyn was still asleep. The Persian knew that the Ninetales was still tired from a late night of working to get her shop back in order. Perfect for his plan. Now if the Ninetales would wake up, she'll find a trail of tiny red paper hearts leading from his bedroom, through the living room, into the kitchen where Evelyn would be greeted by a breakfast of waffles along with a bouquet of Evelyn's favourite flowers. Roses, deep red coloured roses, tied to each stern are pink paper hearts. On each heart there is a letter written on it and if
LudwigXReader Training-Call me General Part 7LudwigXReader Training-Call me General Part 72 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You are in so much trouble." Ludwig whispered, trying to keep calm.
"Oh come one Luddy ma buddy-"
"You can call my general" Ludwig snapped.
"Aren't we friends?" (Name) gasped.
"No ve aren't!" Ludwig groaned.
"Who are you then? My boyfriend?" (Name) grumbled. Ludwig opened his mouth to say something. "So can I see Al again?"
"You know Alfred?"
Ludwig blinked and took in a sharp breath of air, again.
He stared at (Name) for a long while before finally sitting down.
"Nein." He snapped, he stood up and stormed over to his room. (Name) blinked, slightly confused. What did she do now? (Nought except breaking his heart :<)
The next morning (Name) was standing, yawning and grumbling in front of Ludwig. She'd been forced to wake up at 5 am sharp. She looked sadly at Ludwig with puppy eyes. He did a double take.
"(Name) stop it. Now..." He turned, going a slight pink. "Ve
Derpadoin the StoryDerpadoin the Story3 years ago in Drama More Like This
02:59:18 PM anyways, yeah, I totes want Coin to be taken to his layer and be all... "Oh ma gawd worst moment ever"
02:59:45 PM inside there will be a shrine to coin
02:59:55 PM A SHRINE
03:00:31 PM With candles and picture frames with coin cut and taped into the picture with derpados
03:01:02 PM THATS RIGHT COIN SOMEONE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU
03:01:19 PM derpados wanted to have coin all to their self
03:01:30 PM thats why derpados attacks so often
03:01:54 PM but Scolly gets in the way
03:02:11 PM of what derpados wishes to become wiht Coin
03:03:05 PM and derpados has a computer filled with love letters never sent because derpados can't press the send button
03:04:31 PM Leave all questions to the end of the forshadowing. Thank you
03:05:16 PM And...Derpados even drew pictures of Coin and itself on dates in ice cream parlors and in a car on top of a hill
03:05:53 PM Derpadose also knitted sweaters with itself and coin on them
03:06:54 PM Derpados also has a ring on its nights
Fatal AttractionMimi used "Attract" on Bennet after he made fun of her...Fatal Attraction4 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is the scene that followed:
...Suddenly the scent of cupcakes caught the Shinx's nose...but there weren't any cupcakes in sight. He managed to stop giggling long enough to look at her, and the sight was unbearable. She was so cute! The little Shinx's cheeks turned bright pink and he felt an overwhelming urge to...kiss her? "Ah...uh..... uh...." He just kept getting redder and redder, he was still laying on his back, on the floor...staring at her. A bit of sweat was starting to form at his brow and he felt like he was starting to choke.
Mimi giggles again and pulls Bennet to his feet. She was secretly enjoying using Attract on Bennet to teach him a lesson, but the look on his face made her blush herself. She froze when she realized she had absolutely no idea how to make it stop. Oh dear Arceus, she thought, sitting back in her seat and smiling nervously at Bennet.
Bennet was all done giggling now, he
Havelock's Guide to Living with Pokemon for Humans Basic Guide for Psychic TypesHavelock's Guide to Living with Pokemon for Humans3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DO NOT GAMBLE AGAINST, YOU WILL LOSE. They can read minds and see the future. Many a gambler has been sent home pant-less trying to win.
Be wary of what you think, someone maybe reading your thoughts. Wear a tinfoil hat to be safe.
Basic Guide for Fire Types
During allergy season learn to duck at a moment's notice. Burns are not fun.
Avoid feeding them bad spicy food. You do NOT want to see the aftermath of fire coming out both ends.
Basic Guide for Rock Types
Never go for a high-five or fist-bump. Your hand will thank you.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
GANONDORF: An Owner's ManualCongratulations, O Wonderful Customer!GANONDORF: An Owner's Manual5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you are reading this, then that means you have just purchased our latest model from the Legend of Zelda line-the Ganondorf Dragmire (version 1.0), from the lovely manufacturers of the Hyrule Company. Please carefully read through this guide in order to optimize on satisfaction and proper maitenance of your purchased model.
Name: Ganondorf Dragmire (will also respond to Ganon)
Location of Manufacture: Hyrule
Type: Evil Overlord
Height: Depending on where it is standing, the GANONDORF DRAGMIRE (ver 1.0) unit will differ in height. Its normal setting is at 6'5".
Weight: Most likely 235 lbs of pure synthetic musles.
Length: Not applicable.
Level of Skill: He's so amazing capable, you'll wonder how you ever managed to live without him. Oh, yes, he's that good.
Occupation: King of Evil, Hyrule's Bane, Sorceror-Thief, Gerudo King, etc...
Your GANONDORF DRAGMIRE (ver 1.0) comes with the following accessories:
Poem - King of PainPoem - King of Pain3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cavalier funeste des Ombres,
Belliqueux guerrier à l'armure noire,
Souverain au coeur sombre,
Il était le maître de tout un peuple.
Main de fer dans un gantelet de cruauté,
Détenteur d'une force brute sans égale,
Que de cadavres s'étalaient le long de sa route,
Celle de cet homme à la cape pourpre.
Majestueux voleur aux yeux écarlates,
Escorté par ses serviteurs et la destruction,
Il laissait toujours derrière lui ruines et désolation.
Impassible Roi du Désert,
Galopant dans la nuit accompagné de la solitude,
Son coeur est fait de ténèbres et de feu.
Memoirs of a Thought.The Persian blinked groggily as he opened up his eyes, well his eye. He's still a cyclops, can't shoot lasers though...At least not yet. Anyway Richter rubbed out the sleep in his eye and glanced around his surroundings to see where he was at the moment. The warm and cozy interior of the Roost greeted him. "Now how did I end up here?" Richter asked to himself. He could not remember seeing any way or how that he could have ended up in the Roost. The Persian warily stood up and made his exit. Walking outside the Persian looked up at the sky, gloomy, rainy, dull. He shook his head and went to the bus-station. The Persian felt the need to debunk for a bit, Pokette was dandy and all, but he needs to see the city again. Heh even though he went to Hearthome not even a week ago, Richter felt the need to see it again. It may also because he would possible drop in at the restaurant Gina is working at. The Persian stepped outside the museum and took in a deep breath, the Autumn air was refreshingMemoirs of a Thought.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Poem - The Lullaby of the OrganPoem - The Lullaby of the Organ3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La Berceuse de l'Orgue
Dans le château froid et sombre,
A la faible lumière tiède des lustres d'or,
L'orgue chantait sa complainte,
Son requiem effrayant de ses tubes de métal.
Dans son souffle rauque et glacial,
Ses cris de souffrance transperçaient les murs,
Résonnant dans toute la forteresse,
Comme une douce mélodie d'agonie.
Il empalait le silence de ses lames musicales,
Glacait le sang de ceux qui percevianet ses murmures,
Et bercait le Roi qui frôlait ses touches acérées.
Transporté à travers l'ivoire et l'ébène,
Jouant les yeux fermés, un sourire carnassier sur les lèvres,
Il menait cet obscur orchestre pour sa bien aimée.
Havelock's Guide to Living with Pokemon forHumans2The GUIDE pt. 2Havelock's Guide to Living with Pokemon forHumans23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Basic Guide for Water Types
Becareful, they spit.
Basic Guide for Fighting Types
Always, ALWAYS, show respect; they know more ways to hurt you than you have to feel pain.
Basic Guide for Grass/Plant Types
Never tell them you are a vegetarian, They never take it well.
Basic Guide for Electric Types
Handy to have around when no one can find the barreties.
Basic Guide for Ghost Types
Make terrible house guests. Ever try living in a haunted house?
Basic Guide for Ice Types
Avoid touching, frostbite sucks. On the plus side, they can keep your drinks cold.
MORE TO FOLLOW....
HPM fighting tournament round one: moral dilemmaAs I was lead by two rather large Nidoking males into the waiting room, my mind went towards the reason why I entered this event..I confess, normally I would avoid activities like these, after all I do not particularly enjoy inflicting pain on others nor do I enjoy watching others inflicting pain onto each other. And yet here I am walking along side these two guards.HPM fighting tournament round one: moral dilemma3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I bit back a tiny sigh as we were nearing a seemingly normal door. Perhaps this was not a particularly good idea Yet it seems like this would be the action with the most chance of success. After all I shall not be trying to win the tournament, merely showing that I am capable in a skirmish. I bit my under lip as I remember the events that made me ultimately choose this path.
It was on the day that I saved Abbigale from her..Unfortunate encounter with an electrical fence, during the conversation that followed it became clear to me that the Mightyena does not believe that I would be able to survive in this kind of tourn
LoZ PH: Linebeck's AgreementLoZ PH: Linebeck's Agreement7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Linebeck?" My eyes widened slightly and I whirled around. There, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, was Link. But why was he up? And what about Ciela? Was she asleep? Or wait did fairies even need to sleep? Or wait, why was I even worrying about a sparkly thing like her? That's right; I didn't need to care about a sparkly thing like her.
Still didn't explain why Link was up. The boy needed his sleep with all the running around he was doing. So why don't I just tell him that? Yeah, I should!
"Link?" My voice was softer than I had intended, "What are you doing up? A boy like you needs his sleep."
He continued to move towards me though now he looked more concerned than anything else, "Linebeck," he said again, "It's late."
I looked back out at the ocean, we had docked in a relatively safe little alcove--a small barely inhabited island. And by small I meant small. I could see the other side of it just as easily from this spot on the ship. And j
HPM: A letter to a Wretched Filthy ParasiteDear wretched filthy parasite,HPM: A letter to a Wretched Filthy Parasite1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have been pleaded with and begged. His hands have pulled at my pant legs and his lips have pressed to my toes to write a letter this day. That foolish tentacool burst through the door, his face pulled into a massive grin, one you will learn to be similar to a serial killer on a rampage. Oh, you will know, I know this true. You will have to see that stupid grin beaming each day and blasting you with unnerving feelings of joy.
But, oh, little fiend. But, this letter is not to the tentacool. No, no, it is to you.
You, the vermin stealing my energy. You, the glutton who devours my nutriance. You, the beast who rips and tears at my gut looking for a way to escape. I cannot blame you for this yearning. Perhaps this will be the only other thing we share besides that minuscule DNA. A means to escape what traps us.
What do you write to a demon writhing in your belly? I do not honestly know, besides, perhaps, a threat to get out! No, your father. Father, what an
HPM: Seok Jin-EunSeok Jin-Eun awoke to the shrill call of his alarm clock and the first light of dawn breaking through his curtains. Morning had come again; how did it always manage to surprise him? Drowsiness gave way to resignation, and the Mothim climbed out of bed, silencing the alarm and stretching out before heading towards his washstand to begin his morning ritual.HPM: Seok Jin-Eun3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A vigorous scrubbing later, Jin glanced into the mirror, pleased by what he saw. It seemed like life on the ranch was agreeing with him; his charcoal-grey skin was smooth and clean, giving his sharp features a look of health they often hadn't managed at home, and despite his fatigue, his orange eyes were bright and open wide. Jin smiled to himself and moved to his wardrobe, slipping out of his pajamas and into his clothes for the day: a simple pair of blue jeans and a plaid flannel shirt, the back modified for his wings. As he methodically fastened the back closures of the shirt, he reflected that those wings still felt strange, even
Fortitude: Chapter XLVIIIFortitude: Chapter XLVIII1 year ago in Drama More Like This
My anguished scream tore through the chamber, echoed by Ashton's cries of pain.
"LINK!" I struggled wildly against Nassir, forgetting his previous threats as my terror consumed me.
Then the dark portal orb suddenly pulsed with light, and three more figures appeared in the room—Impa, Darunia, and Nabooru.
"Help him!" I cried. Impa had already vanished, but Nabooru and Darunia rushed to Link's side. Before Nassir could interfere, I whipped the knife from my wrist and stabbed him in the side. I knew it wouldn't kill him, and how it harmed Link hardly mattered anymore.
He gave a startled cry and loosened his grip on my neck, allowing me to break away and rush toward Link. Nabooru and Darunia had tentatively taken his arms, supporting him. They looked up as I ran toward them, clearly unsure how to help him.
"Zel—da—" Link struggled to speak between short, shallow gasps as I dropped down beside him.
"Shh," I soothed,
Thoughts of a PersianThoughts of AutumnThoughts of a Persian2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Another year has come by and he's still in this place, for three whole years now. The Persian muses that he probably has set a new record for that. Never before has he stayed in one place this long, not that strange but utterly bizarre for the person that came to this place three years ago, he doesn't want to leave just yet.
Autumn huh, for some reason Autumn, more specifically the month of October, has a profound grip on the life of the Persian. His body, aging a bit but still in the prime of his life, felt the season change. The warm summer winds, though cooled because of the nearby ocean, being replaced with the chilly, gloomy air that's a trademark of the season. Leaves ending their life cycle and fluttering down on the ground, waiting to decompose and become one with the earth once again. Creatures leaving for warmer regions while others hurriedly scurried around in their tiny town, foraging for their food supply in the harsh winter. Indeed it
Fortitude: Chapter 51Fortitude: Chapter 511 year ago in Drama More Like This
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I watched him from the shadows of the Temple of Time, admiring his strong, composed stance. Night had fallen, and the gentle torchlight illuminated his figure, softening the starch white of his clothing. His loose, plain tunic lacked any kind of decorative stitching, and a white sash had replaced the usual belt. Such humble attire had been specially made for this very occasion, when Link faced the judgment of the Three Golden Goddesses themselves.
This was his Rite of Kingship, the first and most important step toward coronation.
He had formed a mental barrier to help him focus completely on the ceremony, so while I could not sense his thoughts, and though he showed no outward sign of it, I knew he was nervous—very nervous. Months of battling his inner darkness had wounded Link's confidence and left him questioning his worth. Even despite the Council's unanimous decision to conduct the Rite of Kingship, Link had found little sleep the previous
A Bored GoddessIn the heavens, there lived a goddess. This goddess was horribly, terribly, insanely BORED!!! She had things she should have been doing, but they were boring, so she was bored with doing them. What goddess could possibly be so bored? What goddess could possibly get bored with being a goddess? What goddess could possibly be in her right mind to get bored? Farore, thats who.A Bored Goddess6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Farores eyes were cerulean blue. Her luminescent green hair flowed to her shoulders, her bangs parted so that they fell on either side of her face. Across her forehead was a gold circlet with three tear-like gems the same color as Farores eyes. Her ears were tall and pointed, and her skin was as fair as possible. Around her neck was a golden necklace with three more tear-like gems. She wore a jade green shirt with see-through emerald green sleeves that were parted along a vertical line opposite each other. On her hands were jade green gloves that were cut off at the fingers and were connected