Hush Little MurlocHush, little murloc, don't rwlrwl a word,Hush Little Murloc1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Aranya's gonna catch you a kaliri bird.
If that kailri bird won't sing,
Aranya's gonna craft you a diamond focus ring.
If that diamond focus ring won't shine,
Aranya's gonna win you a Brewfest Stein.
If that Brewfest Stein gets cracked,
Aranya's gonna buy you a foam sword rack.
If those foam swords explode in confetti,
Aranya's gonna buy you a mechanical yeti.
If that mechanical yeti breaks down,
Aranya's gonna sew you a black embersilk gown.
If that pretty gown wears out,
Aranya's gonna brew you some Shimmer Stout.
If your mug's no longer full,
Aranya's gonna take you on a zeppelin to Grom'gol.
If that zeppelin ride's no fun,
Aranya's gonna buy you a silver-plated shotgun.
If that shotgun starts to rust,
Aranya's gonna gather you some arcane dust.
If enchantments with that dust won't take,
Aranya's gonna bake you a delicious chocolate cake.
If that chocolate cake gets spoiled,
Aranya's gonna pick you a bunch of dreamfoil.
If those nice
The Darkfallen and Sanlayn guideThe Darkfallen and Sanlayn guide3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Darkfallen, San'layn.
Welcome to the Darkfallen, San'layn guide. Here you can find all the information currently known about the race and faction. Information will be added over time if anything new becomes available.
Before you decide to make a Darkfallen character.
Think for a moment. Reconsider, maybe. Playing a Darkfallen is considered difficult, if near impossible, to pull off.
First of all, they aren't vampires.
Second, they're undead. Not attractive and glitzy.
Third, they cannot create other Darkfallen.
Fourth, they're most likely Scourge loyal.
Racial name: Darkfallen.
'Faction name': San'layn, of the Scourge.
Previous race: Blood elf only.
Language(s): Thalassian, Common.
The Darkfallen are the elite, immortal soldiers of the Scourge
KnowingI saw him again.Knowing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stopped behind me as I was doing my nightly ritual of target practice at the training field in Silvermoon. I could feel his presence before he even spoke. He has a magnetism that I can sense deep within me, just by being near him. I am not entirely sure what to make of that. Thorian was sitting silently next to me, his tail twitching back and forth.
Jhur walked up beside him and scratched Thorian's ear as he spoke. "You're training without armor . are you just bored or trying to work something out of your thoughts?"
I turned, feeling the smile on my face materialize at the sound of his voice. "Oh, a bit of both, perhaps. I am glad to see you. How are you feeling?"
He returned my smile, shrugging. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
My eyes lowered unbidden to his neck. "Well, that, for one. And I have not seen you for a while. I have been a little worried about you."
"Ah, you remember that? Pity."
I stared at him in amazement. "How could I possibly forget such a thi
For Xigbar LoversYou groaned as someone pounded on your door. Ever since you moved into The Castle Was Never Was, you made it damn clear that no one(or no nobody) was to disturb you before eleven A.M. unless they have a death wish or a perfectly prepared cup of coffee. You looked at your clock and growled as you realized it was only seven thirty five. The pounding continued for a good five minutes. You went to the door and threw it open.For Xigbar Lovers4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What?! What is so freaking important that you had to wake me at seven thirty?!" Xigbar and Demyx stood there with nothing but swim trunks on and holding surf boards.
"The beach trip we planned? Ya know, the one you wanted so bad you nearly begged the superior to let us go?" Demyx said, looking as if he wanted to run already. You blinked and shut your door. Seconds later, you swung it back open with your swim clothes on.
"Oh ya. I totally didn't forget." You said cheerfully. Swimming always made you happy. As long as you didn't go out too far. Deep open water made you
ArrowSomething unexpected happened today.Arrow2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One of my arrows missed.
I knew this day was coming. I am not as young as I once was, and the last few years especially have worn me down. My right shoulder is a chronic source of pain, even when it is not in use. It was only a matter of time before my aim started to suffer. But it has long decades since I missed a stationary target. I did not realize how badly it would shake my confidence.
What good is an archer whose aim is less than true?
I have honed this skill my entire life, and protected my people with it for nearly two centuries now. The Sin'dorei need every bow left to us to hold off those who would destroy us without a thought. Even now, almost half of our last city still lies in ruins.
But, if I lose my aim, I will be worse than useless. I will be a liability.
I have never forgotten how I felt when I was a child. Before the Farstriders, before arrows that never missed. I remember how it felt then, to be without talent, or a way
Cicero Tribute: On the HuntAnd if I spy a sitting manCicero Tribute: On the Hunt2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll strike him down
Before he stands
And if I spy a cunning thief
I'll slit his tongue
Before he speaks
And if I spy an eccentric priest
I'll pierce his throat
Before he screams
And if I spy a conjuring mage
I'll expel their familiar
Before it's raised
And if I spy a sweeping maid
I'll steal her sweetroll
Before it's glazed
Pink.Aellynne had spent the afternoon packing for the trip. Her wardrobe was incredibly miniscule for a Sin'dorei. And of the clothes she owned, the ones she actually wore were even fewer in number. Much of the simple wooden armoire in her room in the barracks was taken up by clothes that were gifts from her sister, that she could never imagine herself wearing in public. One dress in particular was so revealing, just looking at herself in the mirror trying it on had made her blush. She could still not quite understand how wearing something like that could make her feel more naked than actually being nude.Pink.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But, she had a feeling that though Jhur's purpose in making this trip was probably more than his stated reason of 'rowdiness', it wise to bring something besides the usual armor and lighter leather clothing she tended to wear. So she was digging back into drawers beneath the armoire that she had not even looked at for years. Reaching into the recesses of the one on the bottom, her sca
The JesterSinister laughter fills the voidThe Jester3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Until,with a flicker of light,
A smiling fool calls with a knife.
It was but a moment,before
The target fell to the floor.
Silence,but then insane laughter
All for the fallen's slaughter.
So now,when darkness falls tonight,
Beware,beware,of madness fright
For,as the Fool of Hearts once said,
"Madness is merry,and merriment's might-
When the jester comes calling
With his knife in the night."
DAO-A Rare + Wonderful...Ch 1More Than She Thought A Simple BeginningDAO-A Rare + Wonderful...Ch 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Are you busy?"
Valeria looked up from her whetstone and smiled. Smiling came easily to her whenever he was near.
"For you? Not at all." She set aside the mundane task of honing her daggers and rose from her seat beside the fire. "What's on your mind?"
"Here, look at this," as though time were of the essence, Alistair's hand thrust out before him. Clutched gently within the metal grip was a single rose; its ruby petals open in glorious bloom. "Do you know what this is?" He asked. Valeria had the feeling this was a set up for a joke; his flurried movements and rushed words hinting that she had to respond for the game to continue.
"A rather odd choice of weaponry for you, don't you think?" She struck first, unwilling to lose this battle of wits without putting up at least a weak struggle. Alistair smiled at her jest.
DAO-A Rare + Wonderful...Ch 5Losing the BattleDAO-A Rare + Wonderful...Ch 54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The man was chattering Valeria's ear off about a lost sandwich at the other stall. She took it in stride, of course. The poor fellow was Lyrium-touched. He could not help what he had become and it could have been worse. She listened to him describe the vile concoction patiently and then asked him to show her the magnificent dagger that had bedazzled her thoughts since she had first noticed it weeks ago. After first spying the enchanted weapon, she had counted out the coins in her purse once and then again, making certain there would be enough to buy the dagger and still leave money for purchasing armor or weapons for the others. To compensate the cost she had been venturing into the deep roads for plundered goods before at last selling her spare daggers and an expensive ruby pendant she had not donned since receiving her Warden's Oath. The loss of the bauble had Morrigan l
DAO-A Rare + Wonderful...CH 4What's In A Soul?DAO-A Rare + Wonderful...CH 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(For those who don't know or remember the meanings, I've included a few translations for you.)
Asala (the) soul. Also the name of Sten's sword.
Ashkaari - "One who seeks"refers to scientists, philosophers, or those who have found
enlightenment (the Warden is called this for retrieving Asala.)
Kadan - Term for something/someone one values highly. Or sometimes the center of the chest.
(Literally, "where the heart lies.")
Tal'Vashoth - A Qunari who has abandoned the Qun, technical exiles. Traitors.
Tamassran a priest/teacher.
Vashedan Crap (Literally rubbish or trash.)
He watched them again, studied them as he would any other puzzle. The Grey Wardens were sitting beside the fire, apart from the others and shielded from sight by the high flames, unless the onlooker was of adequate height. It was not that he wished to join in their social
DAO-A Rare + Wonderful... Ep.EpilogueDAO-A Rare + Wonderful... Ep.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She sat at her writing desk, her quill poised absently over blank parchment. Ferelden's new queen had thought it would be an easy tale to write. Scholars and historians had of late been clamoring at chance to draft the account, inundating the palace with requests for the details of the journey of Ferelden's heroes through their battle against the Blight. One by one she had reviewed and dismissed the requests, finally choosing to put the adventures to ink personally. It seemed only fitting after all.
Yet sitting here, intentionally pulling to mind stories so dear and yet still so raw to her brilliant green eyes filled and she blinked quickly before the tears could escape and ruin the parchment beneath her fingers.
Maybe it is still too soon.
"Your Majesty?" Like a soap bubble her thoughts burst and she raised her attention to the man before her. At the appearance of her visitor, she was able t
DAO-A Rare + Wonderful...Ch 13When His First Became His SecondDAO-A Rare + Wonderful...Ch 134 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He stood in perfect silence, willing time to turn back about fifteen seconds so he could be certain he had heard right. He had heard right, hadn't he? He hadn't suddenly and inexplicable gone mad and imagined it, had he?
"This is where I wake up usually," he muttered to himself under his breath. "Or where everyone points and laughs because I have no clothes on." Anora, who had been standing close enough to hear, gave him a scathing look, thick with disgust, and Alistair then realized he wasn't dreaming; he had heard correctly.
"Alistair will be king, and I'll rule beside him."
Valeria had proposed marriage! At the Landsmeet! In front of the every noble and official in the lands! It was nothing like he had dreamt it. To begin with, when he had dreamt of this moment it had always been him proposing to her. And Morrigan had always been st
Bend Not BreakToday I tried to write one poem three timesBend Not Break3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the words stuck to my skin
Gave me ink poisoning
Took away my motor skills
Left me with my memory
Today I realized I had leaves in my hair
Today the bottle caps broke my heart
Slapped me across the face
And fell in love with you
Today you forgot to love me back
PretendTake my hand,Pretend3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My only friend,
Come with me,
Let's play pretend.
Take my hand,
My only guide,
Only trust you,
You never lied.
Take my hand,
Our goodbye note,
Behind the clock,
Take my hand,
My only friend,
We'll run away,
And play pretend.
Ivan's SleepoverIvan's Sleepover2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Ivan. Was. Ecstatic. You would be too if the person you had been in love with for hundreds of years had finally accepted your invitation, right? This was going to be so much fun!
Yao knocked on the door of Ivan’s house, feeling a slight sense of foreboding. He was wondering what had come over him that would cause him to do this. He supposed it was the fact that the others would be there, so it wouldn’t be just the two of them. He was just beginning to think that Ivan might not be home and he could go back to his own house when the door was flung open and he was glomped by a large man.
“Aiyaa!” He cried as the weight and momentum of said man knocked them both over. The overnight bag that Yao had brought was thrown from his grip as he hit the path with a squeak. The man who had tackled him looked up, purple eyes shining with happiness.
“Jao! You came!” Ivan excla
Cicero DialogueCicero DialogueCicero Dialogue2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
274 Alphabetical Order
"Ah, but there has not been a Listener in years and years. Our lady has not chosen Cicero... and certainly not Astrid. Or anyone. But someday..."
"Ah! It doesn't matter, what's done is done, right? Cicero is here, as is the Night Mother. Joy of joys!"
"Ahh, another member of the family, hello, hello! So very good to meet you!"
"Alright! So Cicero attacked that harlot Astrid! But what's a fool to do when his mother is slandered and mocked? Surely the Listener understands!"
"And another soul for Sithis."
"And he says to the man, 'That's not a horker, that's my wife!' Hahhahhahahha, ah, I love that one."
"And I said to the baker, 'You're not dead, you're a faker. But if that's your wish, I'll oblige.'"
"And if I spy a singing bird, I'll snap its neck before it's heard."
"And killed them in his honor."
"And now we come to the end of our play! The grand... finale!"
"And there IS NO LISTENER!"
"And what do you do, hmm?! Nothing! Not... not that I
this is not a suicide notewhat would change if i left?this is not a suicide note1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
would you wear your sadness
like a bullet-- raw and fresh and
slung, chafing, into solemn chambers;
or would you swallow it down
to poison your lungs,
steal your breath & dissolve
the remnants of me?
would you smoke yourself out,
a pyre of anger in one fist
smouldering with resentment--
unfueled but hot and bright and
burning our love to ashes;
or would you hang it,
trailing, coiled around your neck
where it will catch, untenanted,
on shards of me and tighten
to choke you?
would you throw in the towel
and jump, too, unfettered
without my soul;
or would you just breathe butterflies,
an exultation of relief and gratitude?
Canadiens Vs Canucks Sudden Death: PruCan'Scheisse,' Gilbert cursed to himself. How could he forget about today? He usually tread carefully on days such as these, sneaking downstairs for a beer every once in a while, avoiding the Canadian as much as possible. If Matthew caught him then he would be trapped for the remainder of the evening.Canadiens Vs Canucks Sudden Death: PruCan2 years ago in Humor More Like This
He was standing in the kitchen, beer forgotten in his hand, a Canadian bustling around him excitedly. Matthew was grabbing all the snack food they owned. He was wearing his normal jeans with a large blue and white jersey one. Today was the big game between the Montreal Canadiens and the Vancouver Canucks and Gilbert just happened to live with the world's biggest hockey fan.
As Matthew carried the many bowls of food out into their spacious living room Gilbert fished out his phone and send a quick text. To Al: help me!!
He didn't have to wait long before it buzzed back. To Gilbo: What do you need?
To Al: Come and save me! Keep me company!!
To Gilbo: Why do you need----
.sooner or later,.10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the tooth fairy picks up a
hammer and chisel
This is for youThis is the poem I never wrote youThis is for you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the poem that I owe you
Just like us, it isn't perfect
But just like life, we have to work with it
Just like life, there are some mistakes
But they are the lines I don't want to erase
This is the poem to say I sometimes love you
This is a poem that will always be true
Unlike life, it will last
And can't shatter like class
Unlike us, it will forever be just for you and me
And only those we choose will see
[though no one will understand what you meant to me]
This is the poem to say I'll never forget you
This is a poem that will help me hate you
Just like us, around the edges it is a little rough
And just like us, it hasn't had enough love
Unlike us, it has an end
But then you can just read it again
This is the poem I owe you
This is the poem that I never wrote you