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
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
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 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.
Dance Dance - SherlockSebastian and Jim were at a bar, celebrating their victory over the last case. Sebastian could hold his liquor reasonably well, but later in the night he found he actually couldn't hold his liquor, and he actually dropped it all over the floor. At this realization he only giggled and took another sip of his beer.Dance Dance - Sherlock3 years ago in Humor More Like This
And then, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy started to play on the radio in the background in the bar and Sebastian jumped up excitedly, nearly losing his footing. "Oh shit, I love this song!" He cried to the rest of the drunk people in the bar and Jim, who was only a little tipsy and the radio that was only background music earlier got cranked up. Sebastian started singing along with the song just as they hit the chorus, nearly butchering the song in his drunken state.
He even attempted to get on a table and start dancing, but soon found out that gravity decided that the ground was a much better place to be right then. He bobbed his head to the music and danced around on the floor
You're So Vain"No." Remus carried on reading his book. "I won't go."You're So Vain9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Go on, Rem. Please?" Sirius perched on the arm of the chair. His chair, really, but since Remus had moved in with him two months earlier it had become 'Rem's reading chair'. "It's a great bar, you'll really enjoy it…"
Remus lowered his book. "It's just going to be another one of those bars where the alcohol would kill an elephant. No thanks."
"Wrong! This place is upmarket. It has one of these weird Muggle thingies, a 'karrie and okie' thing."
Remus sighed, trying to avoid looking at Sirius' puppy dog eyes and pouting lips. "You'll just abandon me at the bar and go off to find someone. Why can't you Floo James to go with you?"
Sirius began to play with Remus' hair. "He won't go into those bars," he said distractedly.
"Ah. A gay bar. And I'm the only one mug enough to go with you."
"Remmie, it'll be fun. I'll tell the guys not to hit on you. What else are you going to do? Sit around at home reading another boring book?" Sirius snat
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,
Never Again :: StonyThe mansion was quiet. Too quiet. Steve would've sworn that he could've heard a pin drop. As it was, the only sound he could hear was the pounding of his own heart in his ears and his ragged breathing.Never Again :: Stony3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Stark mansion was never this quiet. There was always noise. Whether it was the radio cranked up as loud as it could go, or the sounds of Tony trying, and failing again, to make something in the kitchen, or the very loud bangs and crashes coming from his garage as he worked out a few new kinks in the armour. There was always noise of some kind.
Tony could not stand silence.
Silence meant rejection and it unnerved Tony. He hated it and always tried to fill it up in whatever way he could. He'd babble on and on about whatever new technological development he'd made or the weather whatever first popped into his head and he'd launch into a very long spiel about it.
Steve knew that and he understood and he put up with it, enjoyed it even. He thought it was endearing even if it did somewh
Let That Be As It May [MorMor]That wasn’t supposed to happen. It should have been a not friendly but still peaceful business meeting, not an exchange of potentially lethal shots. But when you worked for James Moriarty you could never be sure of what was waiting ahead for you. For that reason, and for many others he had learnt during the years spent at the madman’s side, Sebastian Moran was always ready. For what, he didn’t know, but still prepared pretty much for everything. And they had to thank his quick reflexes if the people with a bullet in the skull were some of their client’s men and not them.Let That Be As It May [MorMor]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sniper had felt the atmosphere of the small Finnish cottage getting colder and colder and he calmly had crossed his arms, his right hand casually resting on the gun hidden in his jacket and the left tapping on the one he had secured on his hip. He wasn’t exactly listening to the discussion going on between the Russian man and his employer, he was too busy keeping an eye on the armed me
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
RT King AU - BasicsRT King AU inspired by Mallius on TumblrRT King AU - Basics1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mad King Ryan blog following this AU: http://the-mad-vagabond.tumblr.com/
The Kingdom of Achievement City is ever-changing. The world is not what we would consider a world, rather a plane of dimension. What the Kingdom rules over is uncertain, but mortals cannot enter it. It can be seen as a Heaven, as the Nether is seen as Hell, but the Kingdom isn’t anything close to the peaceful and wonderful idea of Heaven. It is a place of turmoil and hardship, and certainly not for the faint of heart. While you can never truly die there, as you just simply return but with everything of your previous ‘life’ gone, you can still feel pain. It is a land of creation and destruction, and only a selected few can survive there. While the land has their Leaders, there must be a King to rule the Kingdom.
How a King is chosen is different to normal royal systems. Six have been chosen, each worthy and strong in their own way. Some migh
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
A Conversation with JeanneI'm glad you came again Jeanne. I was starting to think you weren't going to talk to me today but bless your heart you always come to me when I need you most. Even when the tower is too high to climb, you still manage to visit me without fail. My neck still itches from last night, I keep scratching but the itch remains. My servant's worry and the doctor keep asking the same questions: "When was the last time you had anything to eat? Are you drinking enough water? Has the medicine I gave you been helping you with your sleeping problems?" But I just want the itch at my neck and the ache in my stomach to stop. That's all I want him to do. Make it stop.A Conversation with Jeanne3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm sure if you were here, you'd stop this madness; you'd stop the suffering of the people, starving and spilling each other's blood. My beloved Jeanne you'd bring peace. You'd stop everyone screaming. If you did that, I'm sure my headaches would disappear.
It's strange how a personification of a nation, as powerful as they are, be co
Llamas with HatsLlamas with HatsLlamas with Hats5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Paul: Carl, there's a dead human in our house!
Carl: Ooh, hey, how did he get here?
Paul: Caaaarl, what did you do?
Carl: Me? Um, I didn't do this...
Paul: Explain what happened Carl!
Carl: I've never seen em' before in my life.
Paul: Why did you kill this person Carl?
Carl: I do not kill people, That is, That is my Least favorite thing to do.
Paul: Tell me Carl, exactly what you were doing before I got home.
Carl: Well, I was upstairs...
Paul: Mhm, okay...
Carl: I was in my room, reading a book...
Paul: Yes,go on...
Carl: and well this guy walked in...
Carl: So I went up to him...
Carl: and I, uh, I stabbed him thirty-seven times in the chest.
Paul: Caaaaaaaaaarl, that kills people!
Carl: Um, oh, I Didn't know that...
Paul: Carl, how could you not know that?
Carl: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here, I suck.
Paul: What happened to his hands?
Carl: Whats that?
Paul: His hands, W-Why are they missing?
Carl: U-Uh, I, um... Kinda cooke
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
Seb the CatJim had decided to sleep in that day. The curtains on his four-poster bed were drawn, and he was dozing peacefully in the velvety darkness. He sighed, stirring ever so slightly, moving over a bit, and curling up into a gangly ball.Seb the Cat3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A tiny rustling started to pull him out of his delicious nightmares. The curtains were moving. He grumbled and flipped onto his other side, his eyes unfocused as he managed to open his eyelids.
"Whasssssthifss " he mumbled.
He was suddenly blasted with the full force of London sunlight, rare as it was, when the curtains were unceremoniously ripped open. Jim yelped, gathering his covers around his head and quickly drawing a knife from under his goose-feather pillow. "What the hell?!"
A tall man loomed, casting a long shadow across the king-sized bed. Jim was suddenly assaulted by what appeared to be a young man's body, oozing blood. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Jim screame
Supernatural: Baby Cas and the Tickle Monster"Get back down here!"Supernatural: Baby Cas and the Tickle Monster1 year ago in Humor More Like This
"NO! Put that d--"
A giggly ball of feathered energy zoomed around the bunker, zapping in and out of rooms to end up on either a shelf or a table. Sam and Dean Winchester were running around uselessly, flapping their arms, trying to grab their infant Castiel. In case you're wondering... It was a hunt. Something went wrong. This was only temporary.
Dean plopped onto the couch, pure exhaustion etched onto his face. Sam was still running after the elusive baby angel. As Dean sat there, he wondered what the hell happened to Cas that turned him from that to a stoic, emotionless angel of the Lord.
Meanwhile, Sam thought he had Cas trapped in a corner of the kitchen. But the toddler was still smiling away. Sam took cautious movements closer to Cas and he wrapped his hands around him finally, but the angel decided to teleport just then. Sam was in the kitchen one moment, and then standing precariously on a stair railing on the upp
Cold - MormorIt was freezing. The heater was broken and there was a horrible draft. They were in the dead of winter and a hail storm was raging outside, the tiny balls of ice beating at the window violently. It was surprising that the glass didn't shatter altogether.Cold - Mormor3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jim sat on the couch with Sebastian's hoodie and a blanket wrapped around his small figure. He was tempted to go downstairs and yell at someone about it, but he didn't want to move from his warm cocoon he created around himself. It was too cold to even think about moving. He didn't dare let his fuzzy-sock-covered feet touch the icy ground.
He silently urged Sebastian to come back to their flat faster. He was out on a job Jim gave him earlier, no doubt out there in the freezing mess that people called the weather. Jim smiled slightly at the thought. That Sebastian would sit out there in the swirling flurry of ice, unseen and waiting for the perfect time to shoot, all for him.
It was at that time that Sebastian decided to walk into the f
The Code of Conduct1. Defend your Kingdom, even with your life. You may have friends in other Kingdoms, but your loyalty must remain to your Kingdom as one day you may meet them in battle.The Code of Conduct2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. Do not trespass on another Kingdom’s territory without good cause.
3. A Kingdom’s worth comes from its people. Civilians and children must be protected at all costs.
4. Our ancestors fought for our lives and futures. Give your thanks to them.
5. A child must be at least 14 years of age before becoming a squire, but may become a Page at 7 years.
6. Newly anointed knights must keep a silent vigil for a night and a day.
7. A knight or lord/lady cannot be made Viceroy without mentoring at least one squire.
8. The monarch’s eldest living child will become the next monarch upon death. If no child lives or all refuse, a Viceroy may be appointed by the monarch and a council of elders to serve as King or Queen.
9. After the death or retirement of Viceroy, a new Viceroy must be chosen before the month
One ShotOne Shot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Seb kept his gun in hand, his sight tracking John as he jumped from the Taxi. Jim wouldn't just shoot Sherlock, he had to fall, he would never ruin his perfect ending.
There was only one person that could have been shot on that rooftop, no matter how much Seb refused to believe. He brought a hand to his ear, switching on the com system between him and Jim.
"Sir, I need the word, I've got the doctor in sight. Should I Shoot?"
"Boss, I need the word. Yes or no?"
Still no word.
"Dammit Jim, answer me you bastard!" Seb found himself screaming over the line, as if he
could bring Jim back by cursing and insulting him.
Seb focused back on his target.
He could shoot him.
He could do what Jim had promised.
He could burn Sherlock's heart right out with one bullet.
Instead he found himself watching as John screamed his best friends name and began to run. Sherlock had fallen from St Barts, Jim had gotten his perfect ending, what would he have said if Seb were to shoot right now.
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.
Kissing DisasterAK47.Kissing Disaster6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gabe and Pete glance up at me, looking confused. I lean against the doorway.
Party. Now. Whos in?
Sure. Ill go for it.
Pete says, standing and stretching.
With the mixtape recording tomorrow and all, its probably not a good idea. But since when have I listened to a good idea?
Gabe? You in a get-wasted mood?
Im always in a get wasted mood.
Gabe says, grabbing his leather jacket and sliding his lanky arms into it.
Count me in.
Its New York. Nighttime. The Decaydance bands are all headed to Angels & Kings - its kind of tradition. The night before recording, whatever band heads to AK47 to hang out and let off some steam. Usually its only one band at a time, sometimes two. With everyone in town for the mixtape recording, the promise of a fun night hangs in the air.
You need to think of something by tomorrow.
Pete says from the backseat. He a
A Dungeon Master's Nightmare "Yeah, I'll play a rabbit."A Dungeon Master's Nightmare2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Trevor blinked. "Come again?"
"A rabbit," Jim repeated.
"A rabbit?" Trevor asked.
"Yeah," Jim said.
Trevor and the others stared for a long moment, then Trevor asked, "Why?"
"Well, you said we could use anything in the monster manual, right? Rabbits are in there. They're in the back with all the other normal animals."
"Well, yes," Trevor said, a little perplexed, "You certainly can play a rabbit. It's just. . . Well, Nick's playing a celestial unicorn, and Marilyn's gonna' be a nymph, and. . . don't you think you'll be a be a little weak by comparison to the rest of the party? You gonna' be able to keep up?"
"Well, you said you'd give everybody the right number of levels to scale us up to be equal with the most powerful creature, right?" Jim asked.
"Sure," Trevor said, "but you're still going to be a high level rabbit. Even if you're a sorcerer, you won't be able to carry much or use many items, and