Fiche descriptive des especes - Les AifalconesFiche descriptive des especes - Les Aifalcones3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nom de l'espèce (et signification) :
Aifalcones (de l'Ereide ancien "Aifalconeh" qui signifie "le regard du ciel").
Description physique (anatomie, couleur, taille, etc.) :
Leur tête et leurs ailes sont recouvertes de plumes, alors que le reste de leur corps est recouvert de fourrure duveteuse. Leur tête est très similaire à celle de l'aigle martial (ils possèdent une aigrette). La structure de leur corps est par contre très différente ; elle est semblable à celle des vouivres (dragons), leurs pattes arrières sont griffues alors que des ailles remplacent leurs pattes avants. Cependant, à la différence des vouivres, ils possèdent une deuxième paire de pattes plus petites et griffues à l'avant, qui leurs servent à s'agripper plus facilement. Ils sont également pourvus d'une longue queue qui augmente encore leur habileté à l'escalade.
Il est important
Melting Tony Stark's Heart With A KittenPeter was five years old when he brought home a little surprise to his fathers.Melting Tony Stark's Heart With A Kitten3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Daddy! Papa!" Peter ran into the house after Happy brought him home from Kindergarten. Steve was the first to greet his son; Tony was making his way up from his workshop looking sleepy.
"Can we keep it Papa?" Peter's big round brown eyes pleaded his father as Steve knelt by his son to see what he had.
"Tony, come here," Steve shouted in his direction and Tony grumpily came into the foyer.
"What?" Tony snapped trying to get into the kitchen for some coffee or some sort of sustenance.
"Just come here," Steve was patient with his husband but Tony really didn't want to be bothered right now. He humored Steve and went by his side and what he saw in Steve's hand made his eyes go wide.
"Oh no, no, no, no! We are not having any cats running around this house!" Tony pointed at the kitten sitting contently in Steve's large hand.
Fiche descriptive des especes - Les EreorkannensFiche descriptive des especes - Les Ereorkannens3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nom de l'espèce (et signification) :
Ereorkannens (de l'Ereide ancien "Ereorkannehen" qui signifie "le dévoreur de lumière"). Cependant, les Ereides ont l'habitude de les appeler les "bestioles".
Description physique (anatomie, couleur, taille, etc.) :
Leur corps a une structure semblable à celle des dinosaures de type raptor, mais il est recouvert d'une carapace comparable à celle de certains insectes. Ils ont quatre yeux et une dentition similaire à celle des crocodiles (toutes leurs dents sont pointues). A première vue, leurs pattes avants ressemblent à celles des mantes religieuses, mais en y regardant bien, on peut constater qu'elles possèdent 3 doigts, dont un avec une griffe démesurée très semblable à une lame de faux, donnant cette impression de patte de mante. Ils ont également une deuxième paire de pattes avants plus petites qui peut leur servir à agrip
Freaky Whosday - section oneThe tiny door within the big door opened wide as the tiny black and gray who Jojo walked in carrying his treasures of knick knacks and junk. Daylight outside streamed through the tiny doorway to highlight the large creation of music creators and noisemakers. The little who made this large observatory into a music box for years, in secrecy, but now with great joy as his father was proud. Jojos face lit up with a smile, showing the great joy of his work.Freaky Whosday - section one7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jojo took a few small steps onto the observatory deck before dropping the armful of junk onto the floor. Within the loud clang of metal, a small significant object rolled out of sight. It was the horn that the Mayor, Jojos father, used to talk to Horton many months ago. Now with their friendly elephant gone, and the speck safely secure on a sunflower atop of Mt. Nool, Mayor thought it would be an honorable present to give Jojo the horn that he used to give the
Stark's TimeTony Stark normally listened to AC/DC.Stark's Time3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He liked rock. He didn't like dance music so much.
You wouldn't believe it from what he was doing at this particular moment, alone in his workshop in the Avengers tower.
"I'm sexy and I know it," he sang the title along with the track, which was booming loudly over every available speaker. Tony imitated Redfoo from the music video by LMFAO. If anyone saw what Tony Stark was doing, he would've made the cover of every magazine in the world.
Well, the only person who accidentally saw was Steve Rogers, who had unknowingly walked in on Stark's "me time" (a concept he'd learned about the day before).
That struck him for a moment; it seemed to Steve that every waking moment for Tony was "me time".
Tony's AI butler, JARVIS, recognized that Rogers had entered and abruptly stopped the music. Tony stopped as well before turning around.
And Tony Stark only had on boxers and his infamous Black Sabbath shirt.
But Steve smiled. "So th
Dinner - Hannibal x Reader (One Shot)When Hannibal came home that evening part of him expected you to be gone. That morning he had stormed out after a huge argument between the two of you.Dinner - Hannibal x Reader (One Shot)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
But even now, he could not remember what had started it. So when he arrived back from visiting a client in their own home he was very glad to still see your car in the driveway.
‘(y/n)?’ he called as he entered the house.
‘I’m in here,’ you called from the kitchen. Hannibal could smell something delicious instantly and followed your voice into the kitchen.
There was a considerable amount of mess and it had taken a number of tries before you managed to get the recipe right for the meal.
In no way were you able to cook like Hannibal could, you could barely make a sandwich without screwing it up. You were currently stirring a pot on the stove that was filled with a mushroom white sauce and you were trying your hardest not to burn it.
‘What are you doing?’ Hannibal asked after observing for a moment
Angels Species infoAngelAngels Species info9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Height: any size they want
Appearance: Although Angels do not have a physical body they do have appearances; an Angels body is like water, air, or light that has taken shape. Angels were not made in Gods image but in the higher ranking Angels they are a reflection of it; but they do have a pattern in their appearance that is always fallowed no mater the rank.
The Thrones Angel have 2 heads in the shape of beasts; the species of beast very but one head is always a peaceful herbivore and the other a predator. The body is like a lion though the front paws are more like human hands; the wings on a Thrones are shaped like a swallow, long and even feathers that are built for speed.
The Cherub Angel have 3 heads, 2 in the shape of beasts and 1 in the shape of man. Like the Thrones Angel the species of beasts very, but the face of man is perfect in every way like a marble statue deprived of any emotion. This rank of angel is the only one that appears t
Hobo Heart Stitches CreepypastaHobo Heart Stitches Creepypasta2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hobo Heart - Stitches
It was a winter afternoon. Like most winter afternoons it was overcast, cloudy with a bit of rain, the wind blew and the leaves rustled on the sidewalk as C.C. and her friend Elizabeth walked home from school.
"It was nice walking this way for a change." C.C. said as the two strode along.
Elizabeth smiled "Thanks for joining me this way. I can't believe Britany didn't show again today. She didn't call or anything."
C.C. rolled her eyes "She probably skipped and went to the lake with Glen."
Elizabeth laughed "You're probably right. Alright well I'll see you tomorrow."
The two parted ways and C.C. continued. She had just a few more blocks till she was home.
As she walked along she saw a small scruffy dog pawing at something in the gutter.
"Hey little guy whatcha after?" she crouched down and saw a bone stuck in a crack.
C.C. pried it lose and the dog snatched it up and darted away, toward the alley.
The girl followed "Hey, don't I at least get to pet you?"
Because I Need You (Will Graham x Reader One-Shot)You had decided to stay the night at Will’s house tonight since Jack told you that you didn’t have to be in to work until 1:00pm the next day. Will had fallen asleep before you, his arm draped over your waist as you read a copy of “The Great Gatsby.” All of Will’s stray dogs were scattered across the floor of his bedroom, but your favorite one of them all, Winston, slept beside the bed on the side where you were laying. You smiled down at Winston before turning to look down at Will.Because I Need You (Will Graham x Reader One-Shot)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You knew Jack was working him hard and it was taking a mental toll on him. You always worried about Will but all you could do was be his support system. You glanced at his alarm clock which read 10:00pm. You sat your book down and got comfortable as Will shifted and retracted his arm from your waist. He curled up beside you and you took the opportunity to pull some blankets up over you before shutting your eyes.
You slept peacefully for about four hours before you were woken up
KH - Pinky PromiseKH - Pinky Promise6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sora snuggled down into the covers, his room a crowded mess of toys, books and favorite animals. His mom tucked in her tiny five-year-old son, and left him a kiss on the forehead.
"Good night, Sora. Have sweet dreams."
Sora tried to stay up later once his mom left, but he was a lot more tired than he wanted to be. Eventually, the familiar shapes of his bedroom vanished into the warm haze of sleep.
Usually his dreams were big and strange, sometimes even scary. But now, he was just on the beach, alone. He knew this was a dream because his mommy would never let him go to the island alone. And it was night, and he wasn't allowed to go at night. So he stayed where he was, right on the edge of the wet sand, and made sand castles that looked more like sand mounds.
Then, suddenly, there was another boy there. A much older boy, like the teenagers that went to the big kid school. But he was dressed funny; not in island clothes at all. He had strange metal armor on his shirt, shoes and one of his
.:Scary Tales:. Blood Moon.:Scary Tales:. Blood Moon4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bloodstorm cocked his head, silently observing the excitement gathering in Hollowclan. Something was going on. The large Savannah frowned, trying to figure out exactly why everyone was bustling around like song birds in mating season. Turning to his friend Brokengaze, Bloodstorm murmured, "What's going on? I've never seen everyone so energized."
Brokengaze turned to Bloodstorm with a slight shrug, his eyes squinting a little to try to make Bloodstorm's blurry shape more sharp. "Some gathering kind of thing they do every year near the Blood Moon."
Blood Moon? Bloodstorm sat, perplexed. Brokengaze must have sensed his confusion.
"It's also called the Hunter's Moon. Best night for hunting. Usually, clan cats tell stories to gear up for the hunting trip after. It's mostly just fun to scare the apprentices." Brokengaze shrugged. "I keep forgetting you weren't clan-born."
Bloodstorm blinked and turned back to watch everyone. So they were geari
Left 4 Dead - The Last HopeLeft 4 Dead - The Last Hope4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Il faisait encore nuit noire, quand je me réveilla en sursaut. Je regardais alors autour de moi. Je ne sais pas trop pour quelle raison mais à chacun de mes réveils, j'espérais toujours que ces dernières semaines ne soient qu'un cauchemar. Malheureusement il ne me fallu que quelques secondes pour apercevoir autour de moi les décombres divers qui me ramenèrent vite à l'affreuse réalité... j'étais belle et bien seule dans cette église décrépie, où deux semaines plus tôt je m'était réfugiée avec d'autres survivants, avant que ceux-ci ne tombent tous malades les uns après les autres. Il ne fallait que quelque heures pour que l'infection transforme complètement l'organisme des personnes infectées, en leur grillant le cerveau par la même occasion. Je frissonnait. Si cette épidémie fulgurante avait décimé des villes entières, et c'était
Surrogate: Reader x Viral Gurren Lagann Love StorySurrogate: Reader x Viral Gurren Lagann Love Story1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It's always dark. And cold too. I felt so numb. unreal. But what do I know? I've never seen what anything is like outside of this room. There used to be more like me here. Oh well, but now there's not. I'm the last one. Now I sit here and wait....and wait....and wait ......and wait.....and wait......and wait. That's what my life was about. Waiting. That's the best part of my life. The waiting. The actual point in my existence is a type of hypocritical torture that I have become accustomed to. The pain isn't a problem otherwise. The injections are tolerable, the side effects are tests of my will and fortitude. The surgeries bring me to my breaking point. But I'm alive. I am much stronger than the others. They were all emotional messes. They couldn't build a tolerance to this life as I could. So they didn't s
AttentionMisha found America agreeable, for the most part there was the Boston traffic, but it wasn't as bad as Moscow's, and the food was overly rich and too abundant. But the people of the city were positively warm compared to the Spartan attitudes he knew, he hadn't had a single dollar stolen from him, and the university kids couldn't keep their eyes off of him. Not even the boys. He'd heard catcalls walking by a gathering of young men, the kind he'd learned to call "bros." It was his hair, maybe, or the way stubble refused to show on his face: in America, you could be anything other people wanted you to be, it seemed.Attention4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He told Sasha about it on the phone, who laughed at him. "You're getting a big head. The Americans are gawking at you because you don't look like them."
"I don't think that's it." Misha took a handful of almonds and threw them in his mouth. He knew Sasha would doubt him he always did, dwelling in what he called his "nativist cynicism." It didn't seem to involve m
Boogeymen Academy - SynopsisNe vous êtes-vous jamais demandé d'où viennent les rêves ? N'avez-vous jamais eu l'impression que vos rêves sont trop délirants pour être de vous ? Que vos cauchemars sont trop terrifiants pour que vous y songiez par vous-même ? Eh bien c'est peut-être simplement parce que... ça n'est pas les cas ! Bienvenue à Hypnos, le monde où vivent les êtres chargés de créer les rêves et les cauchemars des humains, mais aussi des autres créatures capables de songer !Boogeymen Academy - Synopsis2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dans les trois ailes de l'Académie d'Hypnos, les jeunes sont formés, afin de leur permettre de révéler leurs talents dans le domaine qu'ils affectionnent le plus. Ils deviendront ainsi des Morphéens (ou Dreamen) : les créateurs de rêves, des Marchands de sable (ou Sandmen) : chargés de gérer l'aspect technique des réalisations ou, bien sûr, des Croque-mitaines (ou Boogeymen) : les élaborateurs de cauchemars. Les jeunes Croque-mitaines et Morphéens apprennent ainsi, une fois introduit dans l'esprit d'un humain endormi, à construire un
Six Nights (and a Day) With Sunset - Part ThreeChapter Three: A Night with Rainbow DashSix Nights (and a Day) With Sunset - Part Three3 weeks ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Would Maud really do something like that?”
“Of course not!” Pinkie hugged Fluttershy and assured her, “All Maud was doing was cutting up some sausage for breakfast. Shimmy just let her imagination run away with her.”
The girls had gathered at Sugarcube Corner, in part to revive an old tradition from before Sunset Shimmer had torn their group apart but mostly to discuss what had happened to the newest member of their circle over the course of the weekend. Rarity sighed regretfully as she reasoned, “After what happened with Sweetie Belle, I can’t blame her for being somewhat paranoid. Did she at least come down for breakfast?”
“Yeah, but it took some coaxing. And oatmeal with brown sugar.” Pinkie took a sip of her smoothie and asked, “Don’t get why she’s so scared of Maud, though. I mean, Maud’s the best big sister in the world! S
Fiche descriptive - KalikaIdentitéFiche descriptive - Kalika3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Prénom : Kalika
Surnom : Alik, Kali, Ali,... rien de bien compliqué ^^
Sexe : Feminin
Âge (similaire à celui des humains) : 21
Clan (forets, montagnes, etc.) : Marais
Rang (ou métier) : Guérisseuse, mage vodou, heu
Que fait il (ou elle) au tournoi et quel est son but : elle est l'accompagnatrice de Karhak.
Kalika n'a pas eut une vie très particulière. A vrai dire, si elle n'était pas née avec les cornes et les griffes blanches, ca vie aurait même probablement été banale. Cependant, elle est née avec cette particularité, et de ce fait, tous ceux de son village l'on vu comme une favorite des Dieux et lui ont donc caché qui du village était ses parents, puisqu'ils considérait qu'elle ne pouvait appartenir qu'aux Dieux et a personne en particulier.
Il lui attribuèrent de plus des statuts privilégi
Fiche descriptive - MashaIdentité :Fiche descriptive - Masha4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Prénom : Masha (qui signifie Fille Chanceuse (Ma = Chance, Sha = Fille))
Surnom(s) : Boulay, la chose, le truc la bas Et tant d'autre.
Sexe : Féminin !
Âge : Dix-huit ans
Clan : Des Montagnes !
Rang (ou métier) : Aucun rang. A la base, elle dresse les chamamouth pour le transport de marchandise.
Que fait il (ou elle) au tournoi et quel est son but : Heu Joker ? En fait, elle n'aurait jamais du y être, mais suite à une avalanche d'événement, elle à finit par se perdre dans le désert, et à croisé Janai. Et Elle a décidé de le suivre. Son but n'est pas définissable non plus. Elle suit Janai, elle bave devant, elle le maltraite sans le vouloir Bref Voila quoi.
L'histoire de Masha n'est pas spécialement compliquée. La miss est né plutôt loin dans les montagnes, dans un
Can I Crawl Into Bed With You?Can I Crawl Into Bed With You?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sniffle in the darkness. Still wide awake, partially illuminated by the street lights of Manhattan, Tavros waited a beat before glancing at the other bed in the dorm. Gamzee was shaking softly, his face buried in his hands, turned towards Tavros.
Gamzee was crying.
Swallowing thickly, Tavros shifted under his blankets, the soft brushing of cloth much louder than anticipated in the still room. Gamzee's body instantly stilled. "You're still awake?" he breathed, muffled against his hands. Sitting up slowly, the older boy nodded and rested back against his arms, shivering for the chilly air in the room. "What are you doing, um, b-being over there? I thought you couldn't sleep without h-holding onto someone else." Silence reigned and the Capricorn still didn't show his face. "Nightmares again?" Tavros waited patiently after he spoke, understanding once Gamzee bit down on his escaping sob, causing the noise to squeal and turn into a guttural whine. Gamzee had had them before, only
tHE eNDtHE eND4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alternia...she was crashing down around them. Tavros marched on, occasionally flinching at the falling rock and rubble, all part of the plan enacted upon them by their own kind...by Gamzee. He carried with him naught but his lance and the dirtied photograph crumpled in his fist, faded and worn by time and struggle. He had to end this. Karkat was gone now. Equius, Eridan, Terezi...all but he and the shadow he'd refused to face. The idle breeze whipped about his dirt-smudged face, ruffling his hair and scattering sand-like particles on its gusts.
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
It was a long walk, but his rusting legs did not tire. With Equius long gone, Tavros had fallen into a state of disrepair, held together by his minor knowledge of his own upkeep. The discoloration of rust was beginning to form at his joints and made a hushed noise of friction at every step. He felt as if he were sending his own battle melody onto the wind as he neared
GTH! - Fiche descriptive de LerajeIdentité :GTH! - Fiche descriptive de Leraje3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nom : Leraje
Nom de son hôte : Nemo Dioscure
Rang dans la hiérarchie infernale : Marquis
Description mythologique effective (part de vérité dans les écrits) :
Leraje apparait sous une forme semblable à un Robin des Bois ; un archer vêtu de vert. C'est un marquis de l'Enfer. Il incite les grands combats et fait s'infecter, jusqu'à la pourriture, les blessures occasionnées par les flèches. Il surpasse les autres démons dans la diffamation et les témoignages calomnieux. Il aime provoquer les procédures sans fin dans les conflits de voisinages.
Elément négatif de l'âme absorbé : La pourriture
Apparence d'origine :
Il a une apparence semblable à celle d'un être humain, excepté les longues cornes qu'il a sur la tête, et les ailes de chauve-souris qu'il porte parfois. Il a également une marque étrange sur le visage, semblable
Even Knights Can HurtMeri-Acres farms a quaint little area. Its very homey and open Surely, this was a nice place to grow up.Even Knights Can Hurt7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Too bad she had gotten here first, before I could confirm that.
The violet glow from the clouds above us only made Tors expression look worse. It was as if he was trying to put a stoic mask over all of his overwhelming emotions and failing miserably. Agony, sorrow, fury They were all there for me to see, whether he wanted them to be or not. What a stupid boy They were all like this, every last Neopian with a Y chromosome; always trying to be tough despite the horrible circumstances around them. They bottle it up, and then, at the worst possible moment, it all comes exploding out. It doesnt help that hes a knight, so that just magnifies the whole process.
With our luck, this explosion would occur right as were about to fight that darkest faerie thats causing all this havoc.
My stomach knotted up several times. Al
To Be A WriterI tried to write a simple rhyme,To Be A Writer4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But it was simply a waste of time.
The words wouldn't cooperate,
The flow was all too early or too late,
The letters formed a jumbled mess,
And the idea was utterly hopeless.
The paper's still in the corner, left to rot,
And the match follows after, burning the lot.
Readers looked like they might puke,
Or ask if it was just the worst ever fluke,
But I do confess that from time to time,
I am just simply the worst at writing rhyme.
Of course,there are always those moments of great inspiration,
An electrifying heart beat, an unstoppable sensation.
And the words start flowing like never before,
With each line that passes grips more and more,
And the story line, the twist! The unexpected thrill!
The phrases that dance from the page, and never keep still!
The characters, the plot, the world you create!
The details, the vision, the anal-like state;
It's captivating, it's entrancing, a dream come true;
A wonderful journey already mapped out for you!
I wish I co