Warrior's PrayerMay I not falter in my resolveWarrior's Prayer7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and duty bound by honor be done.
Grant me the strength
to stay my hand from the gun
but my finger not from the trigger
should the time come.
Let me carry on once more
till the battle is won
die not in debt
and live to see the rising sun.
AlfonsAlfonsAlfons7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have to admit- I never expected to meet anyone like Alfons Heiderich.
To come face-to-face with a virtual alter ego of my own brother was in itself shocking, but to fall in love with that very man?
It stirred up feelings in me; emotions, something I hadnt considered actually allowing myself the liberty of having since I passed through the Gate. Some were utterly intoxicating; pleasant beyond belief. But they were overwhelmed by doubt, and the other frightening feelings that were at frightening as their opposites were intoxicating. Should I have been in love with, in essence, my brother? Was it, in any way, right?
Alfons knew all along, could sense my turmoil. He came to me, told me that no matter what I thought, even if I wanted it, he wasnt Alphonse, and he never would be.
I loved him for that; his clear blue eyes showed nothing but understanding at my confusion, stoking my affecting into an even greater entity. Doubts lost their meaning as I lost myself in a love
Stupid Shirt -FMA mpreg-Stupid Shirt -FMA mpreg-7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Well, this is one very random idea for a one-shot mpreg with Roy and Edward. Like most of my stupid and yet oh-so popular mpreg stories, the idea came from
Out of fucking nowhere.
I have no idea why I though of this silly little idea, but it might be because of the Roy/ Ed mpreg Ive been reading, and that is some fine ass stuff right there. So anyway... I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, if I did, I would have had Envy killed earlier and Greed would have lived because I like Greed. And Roy would have screwed Ed silly and Havoc would have a bigger roll.
AL is human in this by the way and Edward still has his automail.
Summery: When youre an eight-month pregnant male alchemist and all you have in your closet is a skin-tight red shirt, what do you do? You try and kill the one who knocked you up.
On with the fic.
Ed: Wait a minute you made me pregnant?!
Yes, and do you have a problem Ed?
Ed: Yeah! Youre making me look fat!
Just shut up and go do the world a maj
FMA: CoatCoatFMA: Coat7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a bitter and frosty January morning in Risembool. The little village hardly ever got snow, but frost and freezing fogs were common and today was located in the middle of one of the longest cold snaps in over a decade. Icicles hung from the eaves of the houses and weighed down the branches of the naked deciduous trees while fields and lawns were coated in a crisp layer of white.
The outside may have been freezing, but inside was warm and none more so than the old farmhouse on the hill. A friendly fire crackled merrily in the fireplace as a small family and their friends celebrated a special event, clustered around the large oak kitchen table. There were five people in total, not including a large dog hampered with an automail front leg which lay curled up before the fire, enjoying the heat. Its not every day a boy turns ten, but today was the day that Edward Elric finally entered double figures.
Ed was sat between his younger brother and their best friend Winry
I Am HetaliaI am Russia,I Am Hetalia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
walking through the storm
with heavy steps, around me
it's a field of ice and snow.
The wind howls like a wolf,
a wolf as lonely as me,
Winter's looking for victims
but I'll leave it hungry.
You're not enough to kill me.
I am Hungary,
searching for a peaceful home,
How can you live with someone
and still feel so alone?
Why is it that the one you love
is your greatest enemy?
I am beaten whenever
I try to become free.
There's no way out.
I am Germany,
sitting in my dark room,
mourning the long lost,
the one who left me alone.
Don't worry so much, Italy,
soon I'll be fine,
I'll come and see you again,
just give me some time.
Why did you have to go?
I am Romano,
you might as well shut up.
You make no sense, so get lost,
you make me want to throw up.
I look at myself and I see
someone's who's not meant to be,
I could have died so many times.
Why do you even keep me alive?
I'm terrible to you.
I am Canada,
what would happen
if I became noticed.
How loud do I have
Like The Way It FeelsThat woman he brought home with him. Always giving Alphons the look, the eyes. It drove Edward crazy. He couldnt believe that hed let such a girl into their home, a girl who would move in on what was most definitely his. He wanted her gone, but tried to keep his cool for as long as he could. It was alright. As soon as he could find a good excuse for her to move out, she would be out and his problems with having someone between he and his blonde German friend (who had a really nice butt, by the way) would be over. So he endured each day when hed come out and see her making breakfast and looking back at Alphons. And that boy would be looking right back, the little smile on his face dancing into a huge grin and his eyes sparkling with some kind of mischievous thoughts.Like The Way It Feels7 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was one day, when Ed and Alphons were off to work, that Ed completely snapped. She had the nerve to walk up, and softly plant her lips on Alphons cheek.
Dystopia: The Hunger Games PoemDystopia: The Hunger Games Poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I wake up blinded by the sunlight
Only to realize absence of life's delight
Everyone yearning for brightness
In this place enclosed in darkness
The piercing pain,
The woeful cries
The thirst for greater wealth
To achieve a better health
Families tenuous of starvation
Parents and children seeking direction
Each district secretly wanting insurrection
Against the Capitol's greedy agitation
Iridescent competition for survival created,
Controlling life for entertainment started
All of us longing for an end to this rapture
No longer wanting to suffer from this seizure
This dystopia encased in obscurity
Residents being absorbed by vanity
Can this really be reality?
Why is it devoured in catastrophe?
What caused us to give birth to human bestiality?
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
NovemberToday is the shortest day of the year.November1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He doesn't care what calendars or sundials or any other time-keeping instrument would show. As Persephone snuggles closer, prolonging the inevitable by refusing to wake, Hades runs a finger over his wife's arm, refreshing the patterns of freckles he's already memorized a hundred times over. She hums in her sleep and nuzzles against his neck.
I don't want you to go. It's all he can think at the moment; to-do list crammed to the back of his mind in favor of more pressing matters. Primarily watching Persephone's deep, even breaths and twining a curl of dark brown hair around his fingers.
The faint tug is enough to wake her, and she smiles sleepily at him. "Morning..."
"Good morning." He doe actually mean it. Much as he is dreading a Certain Event, it won't come until evening falls on the mortal world. This morning, however, is good simply because of her smile.
"I don't suppose refusing to leave the bedroom will add extra hours to t
To My Beautiful Artistso beautiful is the pen marking paper,To My Beautiful Artist4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curves of bold, slender, and jagged lines,
filling itself onto the soul of this white sheet,
filling the paper with each passing day,
permanent, forever engraved
giving everything it has inside it's being
until the ink runs out
reaching to every corner of this once blank sheet,
the ink and the paper are now one,
forever etched into each other's existence.
Red's Your ColorA/N: as much as I hate putting authors notes in the beginning of things, considering the oddness of this situation I figure it needs to be said before hand: this is based off a piece of artwork. Im linking to it in the artist comments.Red's Your Color7 years ago in Fan Fiction
Was that really necessary? Alfons murmured, still slightly shaken by what had just taken place.
Edward sighed, removing his knife from its fleshy sheath. It was pretty clear they werent going to just shove off with a warning, Al.
But you Alfons shuddered, looking away from the gruesome scene: three bloody bodies laid out on the ground like neon signs. He took a moment to collect himself, trying his hardest not to think of the sticky red substance that coated him head to foot. When he spoke again he was oddly calm. We murdered them, Edward.
Ed shrugged, wiping the blood off his blade with the hem of his shirt. We didnt have a choice. He looked up at Alfons wit
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
Observe, not ControlObserve the world aroundObserve, not Control4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But do not try to control it
You cannot control what has its own pace
You can only observe and change within
Observe the mindless people
Understand their actions and thoughts
Observe the clouds in their dance
Observe your pain and learn from it
With plain observation comes pure knowledge
Of things how they are without your judgment
Effort to control gives an illusion that you change
The world that is unchangeable and out of reach
Give in to the truths you see
Without prejudice know what's real
Without fear read the mind of god
And see yourself in his face
IIIIt had been three days to date since Jim's little show.III3 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
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.
If only... chap4~ IF ONLY… ~If only... chap410 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Chapter 4: Someone you know so much."
The next day around 6 o'clock, Edward knocked to the Elric brothers to come downstairs.
The tall Edward was laying on his bed reading and Alchemy book while Alfonse couldn't choose which jumper to wear... the blue one or the green one. He made a 'help me' face to the shortest blond, who voted for the green. So the 3 headed downstairs into the living room. Hohenheim was preparing a glass of fine whiskey when he saw them.
The tall Edward settled into the armchair watching the ceiling utterly bored, the younger Elric and the Fullmetal headed in the kitchen. Alfonse to help his mother a bit and Edward to check on what the meal will be. His stomach told him special guest needs special meal.
He was checking the meat in the oven when the younger brother crouched down next to him.
"Actually…" he started. "Don' believe Niisan." Edward made a questioning face. "He likes the General very much. I hear them talking on the phone a lot when father i
Last warning by Edward ElricLast warning by Edward Elric11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did I ask for your 'flattering' insults
Or if I wanted to know my exact size?
Never, so what are you thinking of
To say 'shorty' right in my face?
Call me small one more time
And you shall feel my wrath.
Listen to my words,
Long life won't be in for you anymore.
Maybe I shouldn't have started this.
Especially since I'm running out of ideas.
Al... tell me again... why am I doing this?
So I'll repeat this only once
Hope you'll understand it this time.
Or I'll have to beat some sense into you.
Remember from now on
That by calling me 'shorty',
You've signed your own death penalty.
Edward Elric, a.k.a. Fullmetal Alchemist
How to cut a deficit.10 Downing Street,How to cut a deficit.4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Dear Mr Cameron and Mr Clegg,
I am writing to you today to discuss an issue which, speaking on behalf of the British public, many find bothersome. I am, of course, referring to the deficit. Now, I am fully aware of the fact that you must have already received hundreds, if not thousands of letters from people nationwide expressing concern about the tremendous debt our country faces. However, I urge you not to discard this letter, as this letter contains a valuable thing, something I doubt you will find in the majority of the other letters you receive: a solution.
It has come to my attention that
Anti-EdXWinry Sod Off In VerseWinry: Edward, have you ever thoughtAnti-EdXWinry Sod Off In Verse9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about quiting the military?
Giving up silly stuff, like alchemy,
And staying in Resembool with me?
You're strong for being shorter
Than a rabbit's tail
You can help me when I get
My own shop for Automail!
It'd be nice to have someone
Smaller than me that I can shove.
Just kidding! But I do want you to stay
What do you say sweetie-love?
Edward: Would you ask a fish to stop swimming?!
Ask a sparrow not to fly?!
An Alchemist is just what I am!
Give it up and I would die.
I don't want auto-mail forever
Or give up on Al in anyway
I have to get us back to normal
So I can never stay.
Winry: But you're in the military
Soldiers end up 6 feet underground!
Edward: If I'm good enough I'm won't get killed
Besides, Alchemy made Mom proud.
I don't love you that much anyway
I prefer to live without your wrench-whacks
You're too happy where you are right now
You could only hold me back
I need someone who can travel to world's edges
And everywhere in between
An Essay for a FriendAn essay for a friendAn Essay for a Friend3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
We think we're strong.
We think we're immortal.
We are not.
Today, Friday, February 10, I learned that a close friend of mine from Middle School killed himself. He jumped from the third story of my school to his immediate death. I went to lunch, like any other day and saw a massive crowd in my usual hang-out area.
"Another fight, jeez," I muttered as I passed through the crowd. As I progressed, another friend of mine came out in tears, obviously having seen the body. She informed me of the jump, but was unaware of who he was.
I turned around, to avoid seeing the body. Despite my physical desire to avoid it, some little part of me thought I should see it. I thought I needed to see it. That it was important I see this. I thought to myself "Well, what happened? I mean what REALLY happened?" I went to Walgreens to take my mind off it.
Coming back to school with a Coke and a box of "sweethearts" (those chalky crap valentine's candies sold this time of ye
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
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
Death the Kid x You Ch. 15Stein pointed harshly at you and Kid. "Alright you too, it's going to be difficult resonating with a soul you're not used to resonating with. But it won't take as long as usual since you are already halfway through resonance."Death the Kid x You Ch. 154 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You both nodded feverishly, glancing quickly to blush at each other.
"You are both partially in soul resonance, a bond stronger than anyone can imagine." Lord Death had told you. It was rather awkward a conversation you were discussing a bond between him and his son. And to make it worse, this bond was stronger than anything anyone had ever experienced. It was an even closer bond than matrimony.
And you were discussing that with your boyfriend's dad.
You couldn't help but shake your head, trying to dust off the embarrassment you felt heating up in your cheeks during the recollection.
Alec stood by, watching earnestly as you tried out, for the first time, something never done by meisters and weapons. You would be resonating four souls together, transforming