Late Night Texts 25(Group Message Sam and Dean Winchester)Late Night Texts 253 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 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 244 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.
How it endedHow it ended1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pairing Cullen and Female inquisitor
side note after the game, death of the inquisitor
Disclaimer:The characters from Dragon Age: Inquisition belongs to Bioware/EA.
He looked down on the paper again with a blank stare.
Just some minutes ago the room had been filled with talking people but now it was quiet and only Cullen was there.
One of Leliana's spies had appeared from nowhere claiming to bring urgent and dire news.
First had he thought it was a joke, that Sera had taken her pranks to some new sick level.
It sounded like a joke, that the woman who had survived an explosion that levelled a mountain, a war against Corypheus, having an avalanche fall down on her and much more would fall victim to a dragon attack.
But when Cassandra arrived with the same news he had to acknowledge the seriousness.
He sat down on his desk, with the paper still in his hand. He felt completely empty but must have been in pain for Cole arrived at his side. He
Steve and Tony want to adopt.Steve and Tony want to adopt.3 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 Anniversary4 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
Frosting"What smells so good?"Frosting4 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
IIIIt had been three days to date since Jim's little show.III4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian was waiting for Moriarty's return. He would continue forth with his daily routine, constantly expecting Jim to sidle up alongside him with that grin of his, hat pulled down low over his sunglass clad eyes, a hand tugging on Seb's arm, dragging him home, giving him a new assignment.
It had been three weeks to date since Jim's little feature.
Sebastian wasn't worried yet. Why should he be? His boss would do this quite frequently, vanishing for months at a time on some sudden whim of his fancy. Whether it was to take down a target or because a new hobby had captured his interest for a short period, sending him dancing around the globe to collect them all.
It had been three months to date since Jim's little exposé.
Sebastian still wasn't worried about his boss, but there was this feeling in the pit of his stomach, much like a lead ball weighing him down.
He made certain to jog by Jim's
Tiger - Mormor(?)Sebastian had long since gotten used to the nicknames Jim gave him, but that didn't mean he had to like them.Tiger - Mormor(?)4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Pet" had to be the worst one. Jim only ever used it for the most meaningless tasks. "Pet, make me tea.", "Pet, we're out of spaghetti."
"Pet, my experiment went horribly wrong, come clean it up for me." Jim's voice echoed from the kitchen, as if to prove his point.
Sebastian sighed and stood up from his place on the couch to get a mop. He entered the kitchen to see some sort of bubbling, radio-active green mass on the white tile floor. He looked around to see that Jim already fled the crime scene. He turned back to the thing in front of him, wondering if a mop would even be the right tool to use for something like this. He shrugged and used it anyway, trying to ignore how the mop started to turn green. "Shit Jim, what the fuck did you do?"
Although the nicknames did annoy him to no end, he had one that he preferred over all
FenHawke: I Almost Lost YouFenHawke: I Almost Lost You5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The information was good, or it better be. There was no time to make mistakes. If this wasn't the place then it would be too late. He tried to remain calm, to not let the panic show on his face, but it was hard. When Varric had come back without Fenris he felt a lump in his gut, and when he found that the elf had been taken by the Tevinter Mages that weight only grew. The fear crept in again as he allowed himself to think about it. They were going to take his memories again, make him a blank slate so he couldn't fight them and then use him as Denarius had. He could not allow that to happen. Not to Fenris. Not ever again.
"I think this is it." Varric said, pointing to the large estate. "Based on what that information broker told me this should be that bastards place."
"Then let's pay him a friendly social call." Hawke said, gripping his staff.
"We should be careful. Who knows how many shades and demons we'll face. There could be over a dozen blood mages inside." Anders was lo
ReichenbachSebastian ran up the stairs of Saint Bart's Hospital in a foggy daze. 'How could he have let this happen?' Upon reaching the rooftop his eyes raked the scene, landing on a bloody pool and a limp figure hidden under a black coat. Sebastian's knees crashed to the ground.Reichenbach4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Jim sat in an armchair, in the empty apartment. He carefully sipped a half empty whisky bottle before placing it between his knees. He opened the Swiss army knife in his left hand and began drawing thin, deep, lines on his perfectly pale skin. His focus was so far ahead, further than the battered and blood stained wall before him, into a state of blank expressionless focus that had overcome him so often in his days and months of boredom. He didn't notice the pain, nor did he notice the blood dripping onto his spotless Westwood. He allowed his head to loll to the side of the chair, then snap back to attention. He threw the knife, still in his hand, against the wall and sent the bottle of whisky flying after it. Dragging h
Queen Lindsay vs King Ryan - King AH AUThe Mad King walked through the grand halls of the Warrior Castle. Soon, so very soon, it would be his. Guards watched him, unsure of what to do. News had spread of their King’s death by this man’s hand. They wanted to slaughter him; hang him up and lash him within an inch of his life then take that inch and stretch it until he could take no more. They wanted to avenge their king. But, it was a commonly known rule that once a king is slain, the one who defeated him inherits the throne. That would mean the Mad King is their King. The fact sat well with no one. Tales of the King’s insanity and cruelty stretched far and wide across the kingdoms. No, they certainly did not want him to be their leader.Queen Lindsay vs King Ryan - King AH AU2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
However, they also knew there was nothing they could do to stop him. This is the man who killed their king, Mogar. Mogar was a legend among legends for his skills in battle; leagues above any of the guards. They stood no chance at defeating the man who brought the Warrior to
The Night Before Christmas-Rapture Style'Twas the night before Christmas,The Night Before Christmas-Rapture Style4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all through Rapture,
Not a creature was stirrin',
Not even a Sploicer.
The audio diaries were left,
On the table without care,
In hopes that Jack,
Soon would be there.
The Sisters were nestled,
All warm in their beds,
while visions of Angels,
Swam through their heads.
And me with my bark,
And Ryan with his bite,
had just settled down,
For a long winter's fight.
When out in the city,
there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my desk,
to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows,
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters,
threw open the sash!
The reflection of the Sea,
And the murky fog,
made it difficult to see,
Like I'd had Moira's Spiked Egg Nog.
But I see the shinning lights,
Of a lowering Bathysphere,
surrounding it was,
eight sploiced engineers.
A man was inside it,
with no things, no pack!
I knew then and there,
It had to be Jack!
More rapid then plasmids,
the sploicers, they came.
So I sent my men off,
to call the sploicers by name.
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 - Sherlock4 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
Late Night Texts 7S: Bad pick up line war. Three two one GO!Late Night Texts 74 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
Dungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)CharactersDungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)2 years 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
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 :: Stony4 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
Achievement Hunter King AU HeadcanonsGeneral: Geoff is the creator of everyone/everything. The creation may seem like it took a few moments to him and in the first chapter, but time passes for him much quicker than reality. The creation and evolution of the world was much longer. He’s the Godking, First King, Allfather, Primus, etc. Jack, Ryan, Ray, Michael, and Gavin were all created by Geoff specifically to be kings of the other five kingdoms and to be his companions. They aren’t Gods, but they are semi-immortal; like demigods. Geoff, being a God, is full immortal. He never dies. His mortal form dies, but he does not.Achievement Hunter King AU Headcanons2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The other five can die. However, they don’t stay dead. They regenerate in the Nether. Once they’re back to life, they have to fight their way back to the Overworld and fight for their kingdom. Chances are, someone took it over by then.
There are six kingdoms and each guy rules a kingdom. It’s not unheard of for them to challenge each other for power of their kingdom. Whoever w
Day 2: Cuddling SomewhereIt was three in the morning, or at least something close to that when Sebastian heard Jim creep into his room. They had been home for a little over a month now and Jim's wounds were practically healed. However since their return Jim rarely slept and Sebastian slept all too much, both making up for whatever sleep they had lost or however too much they gained. Jim tried to slip into the room as quietly as possible but what with creaking doors and squeaking floor boards that was all quite less than likely.Day 2: Cuddling Somewhere3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Jim, what the fuck? Honestly, I'm trying to sleep. Unless you are bleeding or in pain, leave." Sebastian groaned as he rolled over and covered his head with his pillow, hoping that perhaps if he ignored Jim that he would get bored and go back to whatever it was he did at this ungodly hour.
"Hush, Sebby. I didn't come to take away your beauty sleep." Jim cooed to Sebastian as he crawled into bed next to him. "I'm just tired too." He draped an arm over Sebastian's sleep-warmed form
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,
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
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]2 years 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
Proposal"Daddy, why aren't you and Papa married?"Proposal4 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
What an Irishman is...The utterly impractical, never predictable,What an Irishman is...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.
Strange blend of shyness,
pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child
fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest
to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground
on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle,
he's good and he's bad.
He's proud and he's humble,
he's happy and sad.
He's in love with the ocean,
the earth and the skies,
He's a lover of beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a churl,
But mostly he's Irish—
in love with his girl.
I Won't Say I'm in Love-Mavin FicNormally, Gavin was a happy, goofy guy to be around. He merely laughed at the insults thrown at him by the other guys, accepting them as jokes and knowing that they were all really friends.I Won't Say I'm in Love-Mavin Fic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Today was not normally.
He wasn't sure why, but Gavin had woken up feeling sad and frustrated, so walking in to his desk contents scattered by a laughing Michael was not ideal. He attempted to grin and brush it off, but he sighed irritatedly as he put his desk back together. Michael, seeing Gavin's frustration, only became more determined to piss him off, naturally.
During the Minecraft Let's Play, Gavin's usual goofy commentary and ridiculous jokes were lacking as he desperately tried to shake off the feeling of uselessness he had. Each insult directed towards him seemed like a stab to his heart and frustrated him even more.
Michael was not helping.
"Michael, why would you kill me? You already took all of my stuff last time you murdered me, you mong!" Gavin exclaimed angrily, once again starting ou