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.
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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
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 Kitten2 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 - ChongeuridesFiche descriptive des especes - Chongeurides3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nom de l'espèce (et signification) :
Chongeuridé du désert venant de "Chongea" qui signifie "canin" et de "Ride" qui signifie "cuirassé". Du désert signifiant uniquement la localisation de l'espèce, d'autres espèces de Chongeuridés vivant dans d'autres environnements.
Description physique (anatomie, couleur, taille, etc.) :
Le chongeuridé tient, comme l'indique son nom, une allure canine assez courte sur pattes celui-ci ne dépassant rarement les trente centimètres de haut pour environ soixante-dix de long. Ce petit être possède de longues et larges oreilles lui permettant d'entendre des sons a des distances tout à fait remarquables ainsi que d'effrayer des adversaires plus grands que lui. Une rangée de larges écailles d'un ton allant du brun au gris parcours l'animal, démarrant juste après le museau et continuant ainsi jusqu'au bas de sa colonne vertébrale. L'animal est par cont
Different - Hannibal x Reader (Chapter One)When you got up for work this morning you had never expected to be working with Will Graham. The two of you had been friends since you were five. You’d been travelling the world on different cases and had come back to settle a while, but you had been planning on leaving soon.Different - Hannibal x Reader (Chapter One)1 year ago in Drama More Like This
You got the call around 7 a.m. telling you to urgently report to Jack Crawford of the Behavioural Analysis Unit. You had worked at the Behavioural Analysis Unit a few years ago, but had moved on to experience different things.
You arrived at Jack’s office and waited to be called inside.
When you entered the office you shook hands with Jack.
‘I’m glad you could come on such short notice (y/n), please take a seat,’ he said.
‘We’ve got a killer that is drawing satanic symbols with the victims’ blood, and you always did have a special interest in these sorts of cases. That’s why I decided to call you in, we want you back (y/n), so what do you say?’ Jack folde
Sadist - Chapter 4Sadist - Chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Awakened by the sound of beeping; Esther opened her eye slowly. She tried to open her right eye; but it wouldn’t open. Bringing her hand up to her face, she realized that the right side of her face was covered in bandages. It hurt when she touched them, so she turned her attention to the room she was in.
Observing the style of the room, Esther quickly realized that she was in a hospital. The beeping noise was coming from a heart rate monitor next to her bed. She felt lightheaded, and noticed that a blood pack was attached to her arm; she must have lost a lot of blood. She started to feel drowsy, so she went back to sleep.
* * *
Later when Esther woke up, two policemen entered her room. They questioned her about who did it; questions such as appearance, weapon, and motive. Esther answered these questions with “I don’t remember; it all happened so fast.” The policemen soon left, realizing that the poor girl was probably traumatized from the attack and was blocking
Never Touch a Predator's Prey (P.1) Hannig/ChWillyNever Touch a Predator's Prey (P.1) Hannig/ChWilly6 months ago in Romance More Like This
Never Touch a Predator's Prey (Hannigram/ChillyWilly)
“You know Hannibal for quite some time now, right?"
Will stared into the light brown liquid sloshed in his champagne glass as he was hypnotized by it. If he picked it up at the right angle, it threw harmless waves, hights covered with gold foam. He was fascinated by this little performance, at least so much he easily forgot to answer the question of the lady standing in front of him. Only when she sniped energetically (but of course no less elegant) with her manicured fingernails in front of his face, the metallic tinkling of her silvery bangles brought him back to reality. And to his own chagrin the reality expressed itself in being kidnapped by Hannibal Lecter to a three-hour lasting opera, and afterwards being dragged to the following reception (without Will’s personal consent).
That fine gentleman, however, had merged with the opaque mass of black suits, intricately
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
Never Touch a Predator's Prey (P.2) Hannig/ChWillyNever Touch a Predator's Prey (P.2) Hannig/ChWilly6 months ago in Romance More Like This
¨ Place the left hand upon my shoulder and your right one into mine. ¨ Chilton ordered good-natured, as they stood on the terrace and the night wind sailed through their clothes and moist cold tugged at their hair.
Besides these two there was no one outside, which on one hand was a lucky pledge, on the other hand it had to do with the prevailing weather conditions. Will vaguely remembered to have heard about a thunderstorm in the car radio rolling over this night and instinctively blinked up to the ink black sky. No clouds. Only stars that clung on the dark like sugar crystals above their heads. So he pushed the thought about arriving disaster away quickly , dismembered it in unimportant scraps of paper, dissolving dusty into the maelstrom of oblivion. For the meantime, at least.
Will took a deep breath. Then he did as Chilton told him. Although his gaunt figure was shielding him from almost all environmental influences, a cool breeze managed to blow him rig
Angels Species infoAngelAngels Species info6 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
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
Valentine's Day (Will Graham x Reader One-Shot)It was just another ordinary day on the job; you and Will were investigating a crime scene together as Jack supervised and bugged Will with questions. Something was a little off on this day, though. Will kept looking at you, not that he didn’t look at you all the time anyway, but the look in his eyes was different than it usually was. And every chance he got, he would pass by you and whisper ‘Love you, (F/n).’ You were used to Will’s anti-social self, which was just one of many reasons you loved him. You were both anti-social for the most part besides when it came to each other, but this was just very unlike him.Valentine's Day (Will Graham x Reader One-Shot)11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you got back to the forensics lab you waited until Will left to approach Beverly and talk to her quietly.
“I think something’s wrong with Will,” you started.
Beverly cocked her head at you before replying, “What do you mean?”
You sighed, “He’s been acting really weird around me today. I don’t know wha
KH - Pinky PromiseKH - Pinky Promise5 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
Where Trolls meet Biology: Part 1, BellybuttonsWhere Trolls meet Biology: Part 1, Bellybuttons3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let me begin this rant with the disclaimer that I have nothing against Andrew Hussie's imagination, and I greatly respect the webcomic Homestuck. His work in creating an entire species cleverly based on human culture and even moreso the internet subculture is ingenious and I love it. Unfortunately, Hussie is not a bio major. He is not an expert on evolutionary biology, and he has made mistakes.
Trolls, biologically speaking, are a nightmare.
We start by taking an insect-based species and giving them mammalian traits. We make them comparable to Homo sapiens in proportions, height, weight, and function. Their intelligence level (on average) is also comparable to the human species. Hussie has established that the trolls are closely linked with humanity, both biologically and culturally. Now the problem with this concept? You're taking an organism from the Arthropoda phylum and trying to make it meet the functionality of an organism from the Chordata. It just doesn't w
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
AU : Symphony of Flesh and Bone (HxWxF) - Ch.1AU : Symphony of Flesh and Bone (HxWxF) - Ch.13 months ago in Romance More Like This
"When the heart cries, the mind is numb."
The world had become deaf when Hannibal closed his ears from it.
He opened his eyes after he gently tilted the phone to the side and then laid it down on the smooth, cool surface of the kitchenette, embedded as a thorn injured rose on the breast of a warm corpse .
He pushed his eyelids open, stretched them into fully width circles of pupils. Painful. The jagged light of the flashes coming from the distant storm in the back of the house burned into his retina, leaving broken hatches behind in the white of his eyeballs and chose to spread few coral red veins with a bloody tinge. The vegetating, maroon iris dipped into the dark tone of dripping wet obsidian, inhuman cold and heat equally biased in it. One look, enough to melt bone and to etch down the cobwebs of a miserable child's soul. Hannibal loosened his grip on the phone and smelled the bitter nuance of the plastic case, as the
My Mother's HorseThe night my mother died, the horse in the barn started singing.My Mother's Horse8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Its neck bulged, veins sticking out like ropes around a hanged man's throat. The old blind eyes stared at nothing, dumbly terrified of the same.
"Shut up, you old dumb bitch," I snapped at it. It had been my mother's horse. Better than a lawnmower, cheaper than a car, she used to say. But for the last few years, it had been too sick to eat and too weak to ride or pull a cart. It just stood in its stall, swaying on its broomstick legs and heaving its eyelids up and down over its smoggy eyes. We'd been an odd trio—my mom, her horse, and me. She refused to kill it, and it had probably been a better daughter to her than I had anyway.
They'd both started spitting out teeth as they aged, joined in an inter-species sisterhood I couldn't begin to understand. Lumps of bone tumbled out of their jaws and left behind muculent yellow holes emptier than any tooth ever could have filled. I remember the first one my mother lost. Th
Surrogate: Reader x Viral Gurren Lagann Love StorySurrogate: Reader x Viral Gurren Lagann Love Story11 months 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
Dear DepressionI'm told to acknowledge your presenceDear Depression3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I can blame you for everything I'm hiding
Every mistake is traced back to your bloody hands
And I swear I didn't help to frame you
It was all done by their choice alone
I know you're nothing but innocent
That I'm not supposed to let you win me over
But you've seduced them all
What choice do I have?
Oh, how I'll show them they're wrong
Because the kids are taking their monsters on
And fighting their demons in their sleep
I will not accept defeat at your hands
Every action taken was my fault
Whether they believe it or not
You do not control my life
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
Monster Island - SynopsisDans le futur, malgré les progrès technologiques et les avancées extraordinaires dans des domaines tels que la médecine et la chirurgie, le monde tourne de plus en plus mal. Entre l'augmentation de la population, l'industrialisation excessive et la surconsommation, la pollution que le tout engendre, les conflits qui apparaissent un peu partout, et bien sûr le fossé entre les riches et les pauvres qui s'accroit inexorablement. Mais alors que le moral de la population est mis à rude épreuve par un avenir plus incertain de jour en jour, un phénomène étrange se produit...Monster Island - Synopsis3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Depuis toujours, il existe des monstres humains ; des êtres humains atteints de malformations congénitales, d'un désordre génétique ou du développement, ou d'une maladie, causant des difformités et anomalies physiques ou des capacités anormales. Cependant, aujourd'hui, de tels êtres apparaissant de manière de plus en p
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