TLoS: Fury of the North ch. 13Chapter 13: MemoriesTLoS: Fury of the North ch. 133 years ago in Romance More Like This
The golden sun started to peek over the horizon, making the sky nearby an orange that caused clouds to turn purple as the darkness was chased out. Sunlight sparkled off of the dew that had collected on the grass in the courtyard surrounded by the old, gray stone brick walls.
Blaze's eyes slowly opened as he started to stir. He rolled his neck, making it crack a couple of times. The fire dragon then got up and leaned his body back as he stretched out his front legs like a cat.
Pain started to come up in his front-left leg. Blaze growled, trying to ignore it. 'Maybe I should get something for it, don't want it to hurt more.' Blaze thought, looking down at the discolored scales on the burn area.
Deciding to look for something to help his burn, Blaze stood up. He shook his wings, causing a few cracks. The fire dragon looked around for
TLoS: too peaceful CH 2TLoS: too peaceful CH 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Legend of Spyro: too peaceful Ch 2
"We must be on our guard for the rest of this voyage, from now on all of us must travel in pairs when on board this ship" the commander's voice called out above the din of small conversations, the guardsmen nodded in response as they awaited their meals, they were in the mess hall of the ship. Spyro heard this, and sat up from his comfortable position on the roof of the building. 'We must hurry!' he said to Sparx a great urgency in his voice. He took to the skies and lazily glided above the decks, he felt the familiar pull of his item of desire, and followed it until the feeling became unbearable. He found himself circling above the Captain's cabin. 'Why didn't I think of here before!' he exclaimed, 'Oh look! We have to face a boss before we get what we want, what is with this world!' Sparx replied his voice thick with exasperation.
Spyro landed on the roof of the building, the wooden panels beneath his
OooRPGOooRPG4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
-----Creating a Character-----
Creating your character is a simple process.
First, choose your race. You may want to make up what your character looks like, after all, the inhabitants of Ooo are all extremely different.
Secondly, roll for your stats. A player will roll 2d6 for every skill, taking the higher of the two resulting numbers as the total for that skill.
The absolute minimum a skill can be (Including modifiers) is 1, while the highest a skill can be is 20. Equipment Modifiers can push as skill past 20 and up to 30.
With every level, a player gains two skill points they can add to any skill of choice.
Third, apply the stat modifiers to your resulting statline.
Vitality (VIT) : Determines how many life points you have. One point in VIT equals one hitpoint.
Toughness (TGH) : Determines how strong your character is, how hard they can hit, and how much
A Time of ChangeA Time of Change4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You want to do what?!"
He came back to the stables where I had been patiently waiting and told me his plans. I could feel the radiation as it ravaged each cell of his body. He was in great pain which I tried to help with but could only do so much. He needed to regenerate but he was holding back and refusing.
"Doctor, do you even realize how many companions you have had in your past?"
"Yes and I want to see how each of them is doing. All I'm asking is for you to help me, TARDIS. You shouldn't have too much trouble. Lock onto their bio-signatures and materialize."
"You're going to hold off your regeneration until I do this, aren't you?"
His silence answered my question. I reluctantly started the procedure by locking on to each bio-signature I could find. My fear was growing with each minute that passed as he held off the regenerative process. We r
THE BEGINNINGTHE BEGINNING4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The light reflected off his visor through the dimly lit forest brush. Vegetation was thick and holes in the canopy were sparse, but at the end of it all he could see a light. It looked like a holy glow from beyond filtering through the dark browns of the towering trees and green mossy grounds with plant-life almost as tall as he. It's no wonder this part of space had been rebel-controlled, he thought, they could hide anywhere on this planet. A burst of static came through his radio, catching him in his tracks for a moment, he paused and listened to the frequency vying to come through his radio in his helmet comm.
"Damn," he whispered. It was no use. Signal out here was impossible. That's why they'd sent him. They knew he could do the job, and alone. Still, it was unknown danger, he wished he had been a little better fitted for this crap. He crouched for a moment listening intensely before the static faded. His sage green armor glowing from the dim light; he looked like a mossy giant go
ASK THE ARTIST INTERVIEWASK THE ARTIST INTERVIEW2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with HamletMachine
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview HamletMachine, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART, including the ever popular Starfighter series.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, HamletMachine.
Hey all you folks there in AtAChat! Go ahead and start posting questions now.
Thank you for having me!
This is pretty rad. I haven't used the DA chats too often but I am getting awesome AOL memories
Does anyone RP in these?
::Sips bloodwyne from chalice::
~romanshoubu asks "Tell us about your process and how you come up with stories?"
Roman! Hello there!
Ah, well for Starfighter- I was a huge fan of the yaoi genre and I loved sci-fi, but with a few exceptions (such as Ai no Kusabi), I hadn't really seen the two merged
I came up with designs for the characters and tried to think of how I wanted their person
Sparrow:.Roz 9Rozdział 9 Wilkołak i wampirSparrow:.Roz 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Co robimy teraz, szefowo?
-Nie dobijemy ich?
-Nie. Będziemy ich śledzić. Doprowadzą nas do eksperymentu. Wtedy ich dobijemy.
-Ilu potrzeba, żeby znaleźć jeden, marny, nieudany eksperyment?
Uśmiechnęli się krwiożerczo, ściskając za broń.
Kiedy Rigby i Blanche wrócili do domu, upojeni pizzą i malutką polaną, którą znaleźli, o mały włos, a nie dostrzegliby Mordecaia, stojącego przy ścianie, gapiącego się na malutkie pęknięcie w farbie.
-Co się stało? spytał Rigby zaskoczony.
Blanche była akurat człowiekiem. Wymieniła spojrzenia z Rigbym, po czym opierając się o kule doskoczyła do Mordecaia.
-No i? spytała kładąc mu rękę
Backy's Love Conflicts 17Chapter 17 - Austin's confusionBacky's Love Conflicts 174 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once more, our school day began weird. Tyrone seemed like he didn't want to talk to anyone, he really cold. I didn't know if he was still mad about that fight with Uniqua, or if he was mad about what he'd seen Uniqua and Pablo thingy yesterday. Uniqua was also very quiet. She looked confused, like as she was heavyly thinking. I didn't ask anything, since I knew she wasn't going to tell me, cuz she didn't have a clue that I ( and probably Tyrone, as well) saw that kiss.
I decided to look for Tasha, cuz she always knew something about whatever was going on. So, in the first class break I went to her classroom and saw her standing next some girls, but she wasn't paying any attention to what they were talking. That's why I didn't need call her attention, she saw me first and walked directly at my direction. For my surprise, she didn't say anything, waiting for me to start the conversation.
A- Hm... Tasha, I need to ask you some things... - she kept st
RussiaXReaderXLithuaniaThis one is for you ~rainbowchick214, I hope you enjoy~RussiaXReaderXLithuania3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had now been three months since Ivan moved you into his place. This wasn't really a problem, since his house is big and quite a few others live in it as well. The baltics for instance. Yeah, to be honest it was the baltics that were the problem.
Well, not Estonia or Latvia really at all. You thought them to be quite sweet. But Lithuania... He was different. Maybe it was because he was the oldest of the baltics, but there was something so strange about him. You couldn't put your finger on it.
He was always the one who served you, did chores for you and all the while when you said he didn't have to do everything for you, he replied by saying he didn't mind doing things for you. To be honest he warmed you from the inside, he was the one your heart fluttered if you saw him. You knew, you just knew you were falling for the gentle Lithuanian.
On the other hand though you had Russia and while you did still have s
Backy's Love Conflicts 15Chapter 15 - Thank You, PabloBacky's Love Conflicts 154 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In that same day I went up to my room and sat on my bed, thinking of how to solve that hole situation. I stood up and walked in circles for a while until I stoped at the window and started looking out, trying to concentrate. Suddenly I started paying attention in something I saw. It was already dark when I saw Uniqua sitting in the swings next to Tasha's house, where she and Pablo used to play when they were alone. She wasn't swinging. I guessed she was thinking, since she was looking down. Someone aproached her. It was Pablo.
I was stantind outside my house's door when I saw Uniqua sitting on our favorite place, the swings. She looked more calm than earlier, so I decided to go talk to her, one she also looked kinda depressed.Before I could say something, she saw me, then looked to the floor, talking without looking me in the eyes.
U- Ah... hi, Pablo...
P- Hey. It's... everything ok with you? - I sat on the other swing and stared at
Lady Rogues HandbookLady Rogue's HandbookLady Rogues Handbook4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To expand on the Rogue's Handbook located at http://www.true-magic.com/writing/rogue.php , this one's for the ladies!
I will not masquerade as a heroine, as that would encourage the villain to target me first. I'll let the Hero take point.
I will not join the side of the Villain. He would either be abusive towards me, or I would be killed in the crossfire of his and the Hero's epic final battle.
If we are attacked, I will be sure to give at least one loud shriek so the Hero's natural instinct to protect damsels in distress will kick in and I'll have a nice solid shield of flesh swinging a sword around for me and attracting our attacker's attention while I quietly dispatch the enemies I can reach while staying behind him.
I WILL NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH THE HERO.
I WILL NOT HAVE SEX WITH THE HERO. Doing such would make him declare me his one true love, and he would spend all his time trying to convince me to leave my rougish ways behind to become the ideal woma
Los Verdugos de ParisSherlock Holmes descansaba apaciblemente en su mullido sillón frente a la chimenea, mientras leía el Morning Chronicle de ese día, en sus aposentos de Baker Street. Yo, por mi parte, me hallaba ensimismado en profundas vacilaciones acerca de la naturaleza razonadora de mi buen amigo, quien nunca dejaba de sorprenderme. Su nivel de especulación sin duda rebasaba la capacidad de nuestro eficaz cuerpo de policía, y sin embargo, poseía vastos conocimientos de otras ciencias relacionadas con su trabajo. Su mente era una de las más brillantes y calculadoras de la época, lo cual lo convertía en un pensador eficiente y capaz de resolver hasta los más enredados problemas; tal y como lo había demostrado anteriormente en "Estudio en Escarlata" y el extravagante caso de "El Sabueso de los Baskerville", crímenes que, por su naturaleza, parecían imposibles de solucionar. No obstante, mi compañero logró echar luz sobre todos eLos Verdugos de Paris4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
.:Retrospekcje:.Harvey Sadusky miał dziesięć lat, a jego dzieciństwo było naprawdę ciężkim przeżyciem... Dla jego rodziców. Niewielu młodych wilkołaków działa rodzicom na nerwy... Znaczy się... nie aż tak bardzo. Harvey nosił wszędzie ze sobą najróżniejsze notatniki, żeby zapisywać swoje obserwacje, ale, na bogów, spisy ulic, rysunki poszczególnych mieszkańców miasta, czy wykresy domów dużych i małych to już lekka przesada..:Retrospekcje:.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Malec zawsze był bardzo skrupulatny. Może to dlatego rodzice wytargali go za uszy i poprowadzili do klasy muzycznej, by oderwać go od głupot.
Nienajlepszy wzrok odziedziczył po surowym ojcu, a bujne włosy, których nie dało się za żadne skarby świata przylizać, po matce.
W tym właśnie momencie Harvey s
Ata Interview Transcript.Ata Interview Transcript.2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with Endling
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `Endling, an incredibly talented comic artist and creator of many of your favorite series on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, Endling.
Hey all you folks there in AtAChat! Go ahead and start posting questions now.
Thanks for having me Fluff!
I warn everyone I'm on my second triple espresso coffee of the day. If my answers are incoherent and/or jittery you'll know why. I'M WIRED TO GO.
*RedVenture asks "How did you get started doing art, Endling?"
When I was little, my dad would bring home paper from his job. He worked with computers and stuff and often had tons of it lying around, so I'd make use of it and draw. (With his permission. Occasionally.) After a while he noticed I had a habit of doing this. Usually robot caterpillars. I'm not kidding
Son of AnubisFor countless millennium Anubis god of death and death ceremonies had served under Osiris and Isis. Ever since they had found him Anubis had been unhappy. Anubis knew little about his past and what he did know was of little importance. Even at best of time Anubis was unhappy.Son of Anubis3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As time passed and the gods of old were forgotten by evolving humans Anubis found him self alone. Osiris and Isis left to live among the new breed of humans called automorphics or anthros for short. Even Amity the devourer had left him going with Isis and Osiris hidden in thee form of a lion cub anthro. Left alone in the palace in the lake of fire Anubis was more miserable then ever.
Alone in this palace without friends or family Anubis was truly miserable.
Anubis awoke in his chambers as he would any morning. After bathing and changing into an Egyptian kilt and crown Anubis left fore the hall of judgment. Ever Osiris had left Anubis had taken over as king of the dead. In ancient times there would be a
Kindness's Reward Chapter 3Chapter 3Kindness's Reward Chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trixie made her way down the stairs unsteadily the next morning, feeling rested but hungry. She realized as she walked down that she was being watched. Looking around, she found a white rabbit standing on a small end table, glaring at her. It made her feel unwelcome, but Trixie just glared back at it.
"Do not mess with Trixie, rabbit, or she may make you part of her next routine."
The rabbit did not look amused. A noise distracted her, and Trixie looked up to realize the birdhouses hanging from the ceiling were occupied, small sparrows talking to one another from their houses.
"What kind of house is this?" Trixie just stared on. Another bird emerged from a larger house. It was a robin that began to whistle a tune. To Trixie's surprise, a silky voice sang back, wordlessly, in perfect key.
"Good morning- oh, Trixie!" Fluttershy entered the room from the kitchen. Trixie realized she had a light blush on her face and immediately scolded herself. Why was she blushing?
The Tearful SirenThe Tearful SirenThe Tearful Siren2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perched atop jagged sorrows, beyond endless seas,
Sits the Siren, who sings in seeping melancholy.
She caresses her hips of that of Aphrodite's,
With lips of honey and a mind of sulphur.
Revered was her voice that drifts in dismal fogs,
For as the Siren's song approaches, a portent of doom.
She tearfully obeys the dogma of destruction and cruelty,
As commanded by the gods of tainted Olympus.
Pitiful were mortals who fall to her dangerous melodies.
When she looks on to the raging fires, she slowly weeps
She quietly sighs in blissful sadness, aware of violent deeds.
The infinite oceans grasp at her sacred tears, illuminating.
As crimson skies reflect pallid miseries and lost beauty
She challenges the deities, demanding an acute renewal
Longing for piety and the gift of love, a tiny request.
But Zeus denies this beautiful wretch, as divine nature went.
With dreams in flames and desires in the darkest shadows,
She sings in despair, welcoming misadventure.