Killing loneliness with you"You think it's funny, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's voice sneered across the room. Harry shook his head, desperately trying not to laugh. They were stuck in this room for only several hours now, and already Draco Malfoy had gone completely crazy it seemed. He tried every spell to get the door to open, but it was deadlocked. Draco's last attempt was trying to smash the door open, not even with magic anymore, but just by throwing chairs to the door.Killing loneliness with you3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I guess we just have to accept the fact that we're stuck here Malfoy, at least until someone comes and finds us. And believe me, I find being stuck here with you, just as delightful as you." Harry replied sarcastically.
"I will not just sit and wait, Potter!" Draco sneered back, yet again failing at an attempt at breaking the door open with a chair. Harry shrugged his shoulders and sat down with his back against the wall. If he was stuck here with Malfoy, he could at least use the opportunity to make fun of him.
"Argh!" Draco screamed out in agon
Shadows of Love 1Shadows of Love 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ones we love can hurt us the most
Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.
James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.
Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'
James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.
"No." she said concisely.
Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She he
DanielName: Daniel NovielliDaniel1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DOB: May 5th
Weight: 350 lbs
Occupation: Police Officer
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Favorite area/muscle: Arms/biceps
Likes: The law, being a role model, working out, being active, cooking and baking, protecting those who cannot protect themselves,
Personality: Authoritative, masculine, highly protective, watchful, dominant, confident, spartan, dutiful,
Family: Mario and Maria Novielli
Relationship status: Single
Other interesting or unique things: Daniel goes through uniforms like copy paper. Either by outgrowing them, or flexing out of them (usually not on purpose though).
Daniel was born in 1993. Generally leading what he considers to be a 'normal' life in his younger years, the biggest point of interest he considers to be his heavily Italian heritage. While not having a strong Italian accent himself, he was taught to speak Italian fluently by his parents from a yo
That Fateful Night [Part1]'That night... That accident... What happened that night? What was that thing? I only saw it for a second, a black blur in the night, then the next thing I knew I was on the hospital bed with Joseph by my side, a huge wound on the side of my body. I was stuck in the hospital for two weeks, but now I'm fine... but what was with that thing? The thought of what did that to me...it scares me. What in the world could've done that?'That Fateful Night [Part1]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PHASE 0: THE DAY BEFORE
Kevin ran these words through his head, looking down at the ground, idly sipping on his can of coke. The voice of his best friend and next door neighbour, Joseph, droning on about this one girl he just met during his run to the nearby convenience store, was blocked out by the repeating sounds of his screaming that night. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.
"You think I should call her yet?" Joseph asked. He punched Kevin's arm when he wasn't getting an answer. "Hello? Kev? You listening?"
"Huh?" Kevin shook his he
Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 243 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't specify.
G: All right, fine. Sam, it would please me very much if you were to send me a picture of yourself.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: If you EVER want to sleep with me again, you'll send me a picture of you shirtless.
Steve and Tony want to adopt.Steve and Tony want to adopt.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve and Tony walk hand in hand into the orphanage. They were greeted by a kind middle age lady with brunette hair. "Hi you must be Mr. and Mr. Stark-Rogers. Come in come in" she says as he opens the door wider to let her guests in. The place was pretty worn down, scratches on the floor, marks on the wall and some of the ceiling is peeling. Kids were running all around the house. The lady puts his arm out of from of them. "Hi. Please call me Ms. Stanley" she says with a smile. "Hi I'm Steve and this is my husband Tony" Steve says while he shakes her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you" Tony says as he then shakes her hand. "Well let's go into my office and talk about the type of kid you want to adopt" Ms. Stanley grins as she leads the couple more into the house.
A few hours later they narrowed the choices to three little children. A five year old blonde hair girl name Cassandra, a little 6 year old brunette boy name Peter and another boy who is 7 years old name Jack. "Well do you want
New Anniversary"Hey, Castiel, look at this," Gabriel called to his brother over his shoulder. He had stolen Sam's laptop while the hunter was out with Dean on a food run. Cas walked up to Gabriel curiously and peered over his shoulder at the article the archangel was reading.New Anniversary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"National Kissing Day?" Cas said, his head tilting. "What is the point of this?"
"Well, it gives you an excuse to kiss Dean senseless," Gabriel chuckled. "Though I never need one to kiss Sammy." Cas's eyes flicked over the article, reading quickly. A smile curved his lips and Gabriel knew he had scored a point. He closed the laptop and stood to stretch.
"So, that mind of yours planning madly?" Gabriel asked, smirking at Cas. The younger angel nodded, a light in his eyes. Without warning, Cas turned on his heel and rushed upstairs, stomping loudly in his haste. Gabriel chuckled again and wandered into the kitchen. He had already planned out exactly how he was going to seduce Sam today, having found out a few days ago about the up
Late Night Texts 25(Group Message Sam and Dean Winchester)Late Night Texts 252 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
C: Dean. Sam. We must help the mighty Thorin Oakenshield reclaim his stolen homeland of Erebor.
D: What the hell are you talking about?
S: I meant to tell you this earlier.
S: I took him to go see the Hobbit.
D: Why would you do that?! You know he gets weird ass ideas.
C: Dean, we must go help him. He could die without us.
D: Why should I give a rat's ass?
C: He is a majestic ruler, Dean. His majesticness must be saved for future generations.
D: His what?
C: His majescticness.
D: What the hell?
S: Thorin was pretty majestic. I have to admit that.
C: Then you understand, Sam! We have to go help the Dwarves reclaim Erebor!
S: You know what, Cas, you're right. You and Dean should get ready and be on your way tonight.
D: Sam, what are you doing?
S: I'll even go find you a bow and arrow. You can match wits with Kíli.
D: Sam, what the hell are you doing?
S: I'll pack your provisions.
D: Sam, stop it.
S: I'll even call Gandalf for you.
C: Dean, Sam is g
Late Night Texts 7S: Bad pick up line war. Three two one GO!Late Night Texts 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me?
S: If I had to choose between you and a Chevy, I'd ride you any day.
G: Are you from outer space? Because your ass is out of this world.
S: I'm allergic to your clothes. I'm going to have to ask you to remove them.
G: You have such a beautiful smile. It'd be better if that was all you were wearing.
S: Let's convert our potential energy to kinetic energy.
G: You fucking sexy nerd.
G: What are you doing tonight? Besides me, of course.
S: That's not a pick-up line. That's a command.
G: Are you forfeiting?
S: Hell no.
S: You might say I'm a samurai, because I'm a master of the sword.
G: If you were aspirin, I would take you every four to six hours.
S: Was that an earthquake, or did you just rock my world?
G: Do you have a mirror in your pocket? Because I can definitely see myself in your pants.
S: I'll marry you tomorrow, but let's honeymoon tonight.
S: What?! Your pick-up li
Bombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying. Roleplaying Tips and EtiquetteBombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying.8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello, my name is Bombia and I have been roleplaying for about thirteen years. Over those years, I have learned many things and I would like to pass on some knowledge to other roleplayers who are newer to it or would like some tips.
First off, let me talk about some etiquette tips.
Noting a person as part of a roleplay request:
What I find annoying and irritable is if someone just notes me with a "Hello." and nothing else. If noting a person for a roleplay, please tell them why you are noting them. That way the person who you are sending the Note to knows why you are noting them and the process is smoother.
Ending a roleplay
If you no longer wish to do a roleplay, please note the person and let them know that you do not wish to continue and if possible providing them with feedback as to why. That way you do not leave the person longing and waiting for a roleplay. It gets very annoying and rude. In some cases
Things I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons1) No using the flaming battle axe as an emergency skilletThings I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2) No dual-wielding two-handed weapons, even if I figure out how to within the rules.
3) Hengeyokai are not for making catgirls and bunny girls.
-a. And I am not allowed to fill a mansion with either or both.
4) Not allowed to use Warforged as cannon fodder with the justification "We can rebuild him!"
5) Just because I can, doesn't mean I should take Arcane Admixture so many times that Magic Missile deals nearly every damage type possible
6) My Warlock can have an Infernal Pact. He cannot be Legion and speak in the third person collective.
-a. Nor can the Warforged.
7) My Warlock will not describe his pact as having made a demon/devil/evil star/fairy/vestige his bitch.
8) If we encounter a female fox hengeyokai with a high charisma, I will refer to her by name and not constantly call her the foxy lady.
9) Zeppelins do not exist in Forgotten Realms. I am not allowed to build one from canvas and fire elementals.
-a. And if I did,
Mermaid/Merman Romance 18+Mermaid/Merman Romance RP (18+ or lower.)Mermaid/Merman Romance 18+10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your OC is at the ocean when they see a mermaid ensnared in a net just reeled in by fishermen. They know what happens to mermaids that have been found. (Sold to the highest bidders.)
They either save her there and then by fighting the fishermen or they buy her auction.
Whether the new owner is cruel or kind is your choice.
We can also do a merman/mermaid romance RP. Your choice.
I will be playing the mermaid. No exceptions.
Smut is allowed, as is most things.
Paragraph style and third person.
Let me know if you do not wish to continue.
Malkav's Mirror13 Possible Reasons Why Malkav's Mirror is CrackedMalkav's Mirror11 years ago in Humor More Like This
13. Brujah got sick of listening to Malkav talk about what a pretty mirror he had and decided to beat him over the head with it. Though, in his rage, he didn't notice it is was Toradore looking into it at the time.
12. Gangrel got pissed when he saw the duck bill he acquired after his last frenzy.
11. Assamite discovered that he could not diablerise himself.
10. Tremere learned the hard way that a house hold hand mirror cannot deflect Path of Levinbolt, no matter how many times it works in the cartoons.
9. Set realized that he could get far more profit from selling off a lot of little mirrors rather than one big one.
8. A reanimated corpse knocked it off the table while running like a bat out from hell from Giovanni's bedroom.
7. Not even Black Metamorphisis helped Lasombra see her reflection and so she broke the mirror in frustration with her hairbrush.
6. Toreador was so entranced by her own reflection that she didn't notice B
Dungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)CharactersDungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack Frost - the Prince of Salex
North - the King of Salex
Tooth - the Queen of Salex
Bunny - the protector of the royal family
Sandy - wizard, Ren’s brother
Ren - wizard, Sandy’s brother, teacher of Elsa and Anna (my OC)
Elsa - sister of Anna, apprentice of Ren
Anna - sister of Elsa, apprentice of Ren
Merida - an archer, tracker of Salex
Hiccup - thief, dragon rider of Toothless, friend of Flynn, Kristoff, and Sven
Toothless - dragon of Hiccup, night fury
Kristoff - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Flynn, and Sven
Sven - friend of Toothless, Hiccup, Flynn, and Kristoff, reindeer
Rapunzel - lost princess of Ismere, protector of nature/animals
Flynn Rider - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Sven, and Kristoff
Pitch Black - the evil nightmare warlock/sorcerer
Kron - leader of Pitch’s fearling knights, stepbrother of Neera, iguanodon
Neera - stepsister of Kron, iguanodon
Erasmus - troll, Keeper of the enchanted library
Aladar - my friend, iguanodon
Me - a
Frosting"What smells so good?"Frosting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Finally out of your coma are you?" Sebastian Moran said nonchalantly, not turning to face his boss, who was standing in the doorway, looking much more ruffled than his normal Westwood look. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a wife-beater, a purple silk dressing gown half hanging off of him.
"Yes mum, I'm fine thank you." Jim said mockingly, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice, drinking straight from the container. He leaned against the counter, watching the sniper as he continued to work with a creamy substance in the bowl in front of him. He stared at it, as though it was some foreign substance that was going to come to life and attack them both.
Seb noticed Jim's eyes on him and glanced over, not stopping his use of the metal whisk he'd been employing. He snorted. "It's not going to bite you you know."
"Ha ha." Jim sneered. "What is it?"
"Yes Jim, it's the sugary paste that people put on ba
Wake UpJim had woken up a while ago. A long while. But he refused to open his eyes, just yet. Because, you see, he didn't need to.Wake Up3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could feel the softness of the sheet, and duvet cover. It was, of course, thick just how he liked it. Luxurious. Tantalisingly fluffy. He could feel the slight chill in the air around his face, as there always was in London, and the contrast of that with the warmth under the covers. He could feel the clothes he was wearing: just a pair of boxers with a plain t-shirt. And, if he stretched his hand, or foot, or body a little way to the right, he could feel the man lying next to him. Comfortingly close, so that if Jim ever felt disorientated or worried, he could just reach out and he'd be there. Looking after him and watching over him, even in his sleep. Sebastian Moran: The best sniper in London and the best lover a man could ask for.
He could smell that gorgeous shower gel that Sebastian always used, without fail or deviance. He could smell the faint arom
Proposal"Daddy, why aren't you and Papa married?"Proposal3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That was a good question, wasn't it? One answer that popped in Tony's mind was that he never though about getting married. But well, he never thought he'd be living with Captain America or that he would adopt a child. A few years ago if someone said that one day there would be a small 6 year-old boy in his garage watching him work, Tony would laugh so hard he'd probably fall into a coma.
"I don't know, Peter."
"Do you want to marry him?"
Tony stopped to think. Did he want to marry Steve? He already woke up next to him every morning, they took Peter to school together, had meals together, cleaned the house together, told bedtime stories to Peter together. A formal marriage wasn't necessary. But 'needing' and 'wanting' were different things, and Peter asked Tony if he wanted to marry Steve.
"You know, I think I do."
"Why don't you ask him?" Of course Peter would ask that, because Peter was a child and when you're a child things are that si
Unfinal SolutionJim and Dave shuffled down the street in the hot summer sun. Occasionally they would encounter an obstacle, such as a shopping cart, corpse, pile of trash, or burned out car. Depending on the size and nature of the obstacle, their zombie intellect would kick over into high gear, and a conversation such as this might ensue:Unfinal Solution6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Rains! Rains! Raaaaaaaains1 .
If the object was large, such as a chunk of flaming airplane wreckage, Jim and Dave would do the Zombie Shuffle around its perimeter, sometimes bumping into each other and the obstacle itself. On rare occasions, the not-quite-cooperative maneuvering deflected them from their original direction of movement, which was entirely random anyway.
If the obstacle was small or spread out (like the 2000 individually-wrapped packages of toilet paper theyd encountered yesterday, rolling and skittering before their tattered
Naturally. Drarry. OneshotEverything was black and I couldn't even help myself to try and see. It must be a garden; I could smell the fresh smell of freshly-trimmed grass and the sweet smell of flowers, those that I don't bother to name but it somehow smells very familiar. I gather all my strength to go back standing on two feet as soon as possible. I could feel a raw shear threat creeping off my shoulder, heating up my body in the rush of adrenaline and panic. My lungs tighten in my chest, causing me to breathing-short in a panting fashion. I was waiting for the worst to come, I closed my eyes to avoid the blind sight, if something going to be threatening my life, and I'd like it better if I don't see it coming.Naturally. Drarry. Oneshot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sudden realization hit my head, both of my hands bolted to find the comfortable weight of my hawthorn wand but I found none of it, the comfortable weight on both of my ring fingers is also gone, leaving me defenseless completely. Without a wand, without the singlet ring charmed with all ki
Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chp 4Castiel has always thought that God must have an ironic and slightly perverse sense of humor and he’s taking this day as proof of it. He curls his left fingers in an effort to stem his irritation as his friend’s revelry and quickly follows Dean, who has bolted towards his bedroom with such speed that Castiel thinks his legs must’ve grown several inches.Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chp 42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They arrive to find Gabriel and Samandriel on a pile of clothes, rolling about in laughter. Castiel is quite sure tears of glee are streaking down Gabriel’s face.
Dean’s face is dark and he looks as though he’s about to snap, not that Castiel can blame him. He’s well accustomed to his friends antics, yet he finds even his patience is being tested. So he steps in front of Dean and inquires in a voice that’s as calm and authoritative as he can manage “What’s going on in here?
Gabriel and Samandriel manage to reign in their giggles enough to sit up and attempt to piece together an
Late Night Texts 22D: Sam, I've got some bad news.Late Night Texts 223 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: You didn't break Bobby's new table, did you?
D: No not yet.
S: Did you break my new laptop?
D: That's not the bad news.
D: But I did break it.
S: You asshole! I fucking told you not to go near my damn laptop, and the first damn thing you do is fucking break it!
D: FOCUS, SAMMY.
S: Sorry, sorry. What happened?
D: I'm pregnant.
S: You're what?!
S: You and Cas didn't use protection?! I fucking told you to! I fucking told you, and now you're gonna-I can't believe this, now I have to deal with your fucking mood swings and I have to go buy your sorry ass a shitton of pickles, and I have to deal with you and then I have to deal with Castiel and then your kid and DAMMIT DEAN!
D: Yes, Sam?
S: You're not a girl.
D: No I'm not.
S: So you can't get pregnant.
D: No I can't.
S: So I'm an idiot.
D: And he finally catches on.
Luna's Song“We will sing to you, Doctor. The Universe will sing you to your sleep.”Luna's Song1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So said Ood Sigma as the Doctor was on the verge of regeneration that cold New Year’s night in 2005. But there’s one thing I’ve always wondered… did those who sang necessarily have the Doctor in mind? Or were they singing about something else?
Luna Lovegood stared at the white obelisk standing next to Dumbledore’s grave as it was unveiled in a somber ceremony attended by hundreds of people. She was in the front row of chairs (thanks to Harry and Ginny’s input) along with other significant members of the D.A. and the Order.
Upon that cold white marble, she could read the names of people whom she had known, however briefly it was, who had fought so bravely during that final battle against Voldemort. While there were many on that monument, ten names in particular stood out to her.
Fred Weasley. Profe
Midnight ClearDRARRY! Don't like, don't read. One-shotMidnight Clear2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Draco could not believe this was happening to him.
"Pansy, you stupid bint!" he hissed. "Get away from me, you treacherous woman!"
Pansy pouted, not looking at all repentant. "Come on, Draco!" She whined, scowling at his unwillingness to cooperate with her scheme. "Just kiss me already and be over with it!"
The nerve of her.
"I'm not kissing you!" he snarled, trying unsuccessfully to back away from her. "You're the one who put me here in the first place!"
"But Draco!" she insisted, drawing closer. "You know it's just an excuse. I know you've been wanting to kiss me for ages now! I've seen you looking, you know. At the table at breakfast, lunch, dinner..."
She was seriously the most idiotic person in the world. She'd shoved him under this charmed mistletoe in the Great Hall at dinner and expected him to kiss her! People had figured out what was going on and were craning their heads to get in a good look. She was causing a spectacle, one t