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
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
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
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
ArrowSomething unexpected happened today.Arrow3 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
12 Days of CataclysmOn the first day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me12 Days of Cataclysm3 years ago in Humor More Like This
a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the second day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
two Worgen forms and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the third day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
four Night elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
five epic loots! four Night Elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
six Schnotzi troopers, five epic loots!, four Night Elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
seven battlegrounds, six Schnotzi troopers, five epic loots!, four Night Elf moh
An Interview with Lady VashjSunedran, top journalist of the Kalimdor Times, had been trying for years to get an interview with Queen Azshara. It had all been to no avail. It seemed that the Daughter of a Thousand Moons thought talking to journalists was beneath her. The offer of an interview with Lady Vashj, one of the queen's chief highborne ladies-in-waiting and close confident was definitely the next best thing.An Interview with Lady Vashj3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The night elves worshiped and adored their queen. To them she was the very model of perfection, beautiful, wise and benevolent. Sunedran had seen Azshara from a distance and could only admire her magnificence. A major part of him wanted to be carried away by the tide of adoration, yet somehow it didn't quite ring true. The common view of Azshara as the perfect queen simply did not sit with his journalistic instinct. Deep down, he knew that if you dug hard enough, you could always find a scandal. Perhaps Vashj could help him to find the real Azshara.
For the interview, Sunedran wore a plain dark blue ro
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.
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.3 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
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... 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 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
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
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."
A Different Life: Chapter 1A Different Life: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gulping down the rest of her milk, Yousha slammed the glass on the round wooden table.
"Finished!" she announced. Giving a big smile at her parents.
Her mother looked up from her plate, knife and fork in hand. She sighed giving a little smile. "Alright little minx, you can go." Tharisa chuckled lightly.
Yousha's eyes lit up with delight, she jumped down from her chair, wiping the remainder milk from her top lip with her arm. She scampered out the front door of their little cottage, shutting the door loudly, before running down the path and cutting through the forest.
Lorin'Das looked up from his book. Blinking at his wife. "She's only seven years old and still I have no idea where she gets her energy from."
Smiling, Tharisa replied. "She just can't get enough of Vekusen and Klyra."
Lorin'Das gave a small chuckle, returning to his book.
Pumping her arms and panting through her mouth, Yousha could see her best friends down by the small river that ran under a large bridge.
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
Cicero DialogueCicero DialogueCicero Dialogue3 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
,i used to part my hair,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
down the middle,
but then i stopped
when i was twelve
or something like
we all have to
.sooner or later,.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the tooth fairy picks up a
hammer and chisel
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
DA:If Fenris Were In Origins 2DA:If Fenris Were In Origins 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Title: If Fenris Were In Origins... (Party Banter 2)
Game: Dragon Age: Origins/Dragon Age 2
Characters: Fenris, Leliana, Sten, Morrigan, Oghren, Wynne, Shale, Zevran
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all things related belong to Bioware.
Author's Note: This is some party banter I believe would have occured if Fenris had been in Dragon Age: Origins. There are some minor spoilers for both games, since the dialogue is inspired by actual dialogue/events.
__ Leliana and Fenris __
Leliana: Where are your shoes, Fenris? You don't wear them?
Leliana: Why not?
Fenris: Slaves are not permitted such luxuries.
Leliana: But, you are a slave no longer. Could you not wear them now?
Fenris: I could.
Leliana: But you won't.
Leliana: An existence without shoes How horrible!
Leliana: I've brought you something!
Fenris: Are those leather boots?
[ThunderFrost].::.Villain hero school.::. [4/?]Loki grunted softly, narrowing his eyes in annoyance. He walked in front of his brother, being rather impatient right now. He pushed the door to the boy's locker room; he inhales the air, smells like sweat. He wrinkled his nose in distaste of the smell. "This place stinks." He muttered. Thor chuckled lightly. "It's called a locker room. Of course it will smell." He said. "Thanks for the pointing out the obvious God of Captain Obvious." He said sarcastically.[ThunderFrost].::.Villain hero school.::. [4/?]2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Mr. Douglas stepped out of his office to see two of his new students. He smiles; he was young, early twenties and dirty blonde hair with brilliant grey-green eyes. "Good morning and welcome to the locker room. Loki Laufeyson and Thor Odinson, am I correct?" He asked making sure it was there name. "Yup." They both said in unison which earned Thor a glare from his younger brother. "Well let's get you guys a locker and pair of gym clothes. You'll be changing out today." He spoke out calmly, looking down at his clipboard and scribbled