DWOAH: Thalmor vs TemplarsDWOAH: Thalmor vs Templars4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deadliest warriors of all history
Thalmor vs Knights Templar
Height: 6 foot (roughly)
Weight: 160 pounds (roughly)
Weapons: Elven swords, Bows and Arrows, Spells
Armour: Elven armour and shields, robes
Strengths: Weapon training from a young age, mages are proficient in both attacking and healing spells
Weaknesses: Their natural arrogance causes them to underestimate foes on many occasions, slight body stature that cannot take too much punishment
Knights Templar info:
Height: 5 foot 9 (roughly)
Weight: 180 pounds (roughly)
Weapons: Long sword, Greatsword, Mace, Halberd, Crossbow
Armour: Templar armour and shields
Strengths: Total resolve in their faith and their cause, no fear of death
Weaknesses: Weapons and armour weighs them down
It was a peaceful morning at the monastery where five Templar Knights were quietly praying spending the start of the new day in contemplation. Their peace was soon interrupted though as the heavy church doors where heaved open re
Warhammer 40K - Sex 'Em UpA mighty black boot crunched down upon a fallen guardsmen's chest. Bohman, the leader of the Chaos Marines known as the Radiant Slaves, a Slaanesh dedicated traitor legion, stood before his followers. He was a twisted leader, who gathered followers and slaves alike with promises of pleasure and pain in exchange for service. Leading the army onward, the Chaos Marines plowed forth, tearing down both man and machine... anything that stood before them. But hope was not lost, for Imperial Guard sent troop after troop to defend their homeworld against this disastrous raid.Warhammer 40K - Sex 'Em Up7 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Lord Slaanesh will guide us! You will fall, and we will turn this world inside out!" Bohman bellowed at the guardsmen.
Commissar Redfield stood with his arms held neatly behind his back, as bolter and lasgun fired responsive shots at one another. "MOVE FORWARD! SEND IN ARTILLERY!" He barked to the subordinates directly beside him. "We will NOT let these filthy scumdogs overrun out ground!" Redfield was a veteran, he knew
Changing Reality Final PartThe three teenage girls sat and played in the playpen happily together. Playing a simple game of catch with a large red ball. Mostly the girls would miss catching the ball and they would go off crawling after it to bring it back. They amused themselves for a while with the game when a carer came and leaned over the playpen bars.Changing Reality Final Part5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey girls. Do you want to play in your baby walkers for a while before lunch is ready"
The ball was instantly forgotten as all three girls chimed "YES PLEASE!" eagerly. They crawled to the edge of the playpen and jostled with one another so that they would be picked up first. Molly was gathered up first, she kept her teddy bear close and was carried over to a large baby walker. She was eased into the seat. Her feet didn't quite reach the floor properly so she found herself balanced on her tiptoes and as a result her crotch was taking the majority of her weight pulling her
Changing Reality Part 2Molly woke the next morning and for a few moments, disorientation hit her as she didn't recognise the room she was in. Then she remembered she was sleeping at Jenny's house. She rolled over in her sleeping bag and came face to face with her large pink teddy bear. That was right. Yesterday she had altered reality to the point where 18 year old teenagers were still going through potty training. She chuckled quietly to herself. What a strange thing to think. It sounded more like something she would expect from a comic book. Not something that had actually happened. She allowed herself a broad grin. This was amazing! It really hadn't been a dream.Changing Reality Part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Suddenly the air was knocked out of her as Sarah jumped on top of her and began a tickle attack. Molly was lucky as she was mainly still inside her Blues Clues sleeping bag so the tickling wasn't too severe but she squealed nonetheless fr
Babysitting the Babysitter Ch. 1Babysitting the BabysitterBabysitting the Babysitter Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a sunny afternoon at Maple Creek and Lindsey was saying goodbye to her mother.
“And remember, make sure Emma is at bed by nine,” her mother said.
“Don’t worry,” Lindsey said, “I’ll be able to handle things from here for the weekend.
“Okay,” her mother replied, “Be sure to call me and your father at the resort if you need anything.”
Lindsey watched as her parents went into their car and drove off. She saw them make a right turn and they were soon out of sight.
“Now to have some fun,” Lindsey said to herself.
Lindsey went straight to her room and closed her door. She had a secret that she was hiding from the family. She liked to wear diapers when no one was around. Emma was having soccer practice right now and wasn’t supposed to be back by six, which gave Lindsey plenty of time to have fun. She removed her jeans, socks, and panties and reached und
Stranded- Part 2Bethany woke the next morning and yawned, for a split second everything was normal before she opened her eyes and the horrors of the previous night came all flooding back. She rubbed at her eyes, then suddenly looked at her hands in disbelief. She was using her hands. She was Controlling her hands. She flexed her fingers experimentally for a moment feeling relief wash over her. She tried to sit up but the massive diaper around her waist made it completely impossible. She tried to un-pop the poppers on the legs of her footed sleeper, she would get this off and then escape out of the window or something. She couldn't reach the poppers her diaper was so thick she couldn't reach to the end of it where the poppers lay. She flopped back onto her back after struggling. Gasping for breath. Surly there had to be a way out of this? She had to be quiet. She had no idea what time it was, but it was light outside, the sky was blue. The storm had passed.Stranded- Part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Maybe she could wriggle out of the neck hole
inFAMOUS OC Blank TemplateinFAMOUS OC Blank Template4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Introduction of Character
Rank: (Guardian, Champion, Hero [Good Karma] or Thug, Outlaw, Infamous [Bad Karma])
The Character’s Appearance
[Try to include detailed description of character’s physical characteristics (shape of nose, freckles, moles, scars, shape of eyes, accessories, etc.), ethnicity, common attire, etc. DO NOT JUST PUT DOWN WORDS!]
About the Character
[Be as detailed as you can with your character’s personality. DO NOT JUST PUT DOWN WORDS! Go into depth with your character.]
The Character’s Relationship With Others
.SetIt is Akhet, the season of sorrow and silt, and Set.Set5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
must tense his sandbreath against the slick of wet
once more. It's always the same: though he's unsure
who started the game, or whose face he wears,
he knows he must prepare for the beginning of the end,
the bite of night and all the slippages in the inbetween.
And he swore he'd bait their breath,
but they'd rather choose death than fear,
with their tombstone legs, arms pegged
in sockets and their locked ears,
burying themselves beneath blocks
built to the sun. They outrun him, every time.
It's a crime. He remembers what his mother said:
do what you're able to keep them faithful,
to keep them grateful under the table.
He wonders where it all went wrong.
So he must sink into the long light, fight wanderlust
for blighted floodplains, and try not to ask why.
There are no answers, only questions.
Even his name is disguised by the way they collide in the dust.
He won't look back to watch the waters rise,
or the blackening of the swallowed
Becoming the Baby - ABDL Story - PART 2Sitting in the living room, trying to be as good as possible, Jamie sat, hating the predicament she was in. "This is way too much...", she thought to herself as she sat, stuck in the exersaucer facing multiple dancing children and dinosaurs on the TV. After around 20 minutes of contently sucking on her pacifier, she stopped, looked down at the white piece of plastic sticking out of her mouth by a rubber nipple, "I can see why babies like the pacifier at least...", she whispered to herself, which she noticed came out much more slurred than she expected causing her to sigh and then giggle. When giggling, Jacklyn and the girl's mothers, Melissa, entered the room. Melissa laughed a bit, seeing her giggling daughter's appearance, which quickly turned into embarrassment, followed by a beat red face, hiding her quivering mouth by a Dora the Explorer pacifier in her mouth, all within the time period of being picked up by her mother and getting her diaper patted.Becoming the Baby - ABDL Story - PART 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I haven't seen you look this c
Kim Possible in the Fem-Slave WorldKIM POSSIBLE IN THE FEM-SLAVE WORLDKim Possible in the Fem-Slave World1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Artist’s Note… I am breaking my usual formatting to keep it in line with my pics. There will be several chapters, with each one broken up into “parts.” At the beginning of each, I will tell you which drawings that part corresponds to.
Covering “prequel” pics 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5… “Into the Darkness,” “Ambush,” “Where am I ?” “Unprovoked Attack,” and “Handcuffing”
As the small, single engine airplane neared the extinct volcano, the pilot, a chubby fellow with thinning hair and a mountain man’s bushy beard, said to his passenger, “OK Kim, we’re beginning our approach.”
“Thanks Mr. Taylor.”
“It’s the least I could do after you rescued me from that hoard of hormonal she-yetis!”
“It’s no big,” said Kim with her characteristic modesty.
“But it is a bi
As the Sun WalksI will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them.As the Sun Walks4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With careful steps I will do my best to stay up and awake,
Though the sun has no problems with this,
I do we are far apart, Sol and I, fire and earth.
I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them,
To the best of my ability, be the tip of the invading spear as it
Mirthfully chases away the night, calling that day has come,
Let Night retire to their mutual couch!
I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them.
For the morning is a sort of table, a place of parley between
Light and Dark, and between silence and noise.
You, walker, with me walk the sidewalks of Clinton where
The faithful scholars walk, and the two of us will be quiet.
Perhaps we will speak, but it will be a calm speech,
AnchorAn anchor had five minutes in which to reorient themselves. One.Anchor5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stared at the heavy steel loop around my thumb. My world was a sand castle, constructed by the subconscious in a vain hope that it would stand up on such a treacherous foundation. The ring was an unfamiliar weight and the foundation of my castle started to crumble. I did not remember it. The tide was ebbing in around my mind, whispering that my carefully imagined world was wrong. That it was lies. That the 'when' and the 'where' were pure fancy. I stirred in the nest of wires that poured information through my brain. There was a man with me, his bare back against mine. He, too, was lost.
An anchor's duty was to the pilot and the pilot alone. Not to their employer, not the guild, not even to themselves. Two.
There was an image engraved on the ring, a nautical anchor from the days when man sa
Russian RouletteThey take her on her honeymoon.Russian Roulette3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wedding was lovely, or as lovely as it could have been with a couple that were more polite acquaintances than anything else and two sets of in-laws as stuffy as a dusty pile of money. They grab her when she sneaks out for a walk one night, two men, beefy, not even bothered to arm themselves. Her last thought before the bag is shoved over her eyes is to wonder how much this would ruin her parents' plans.
She comes to in a small brick room on a sallow mattress, windowless and lit by a cool yellow lamp. There's a man there, standing just outside the barred door.
"Kelly Shale," he says, voice nasally, greasy greying hair half-covering his forehead. She's not sure if it's a question or a statement.
She counts the days by watching the guardsone on day shift, one on night. They're probably the same men who took her, but they stay too much out of her field of vision to really tell. It takes until the third day for the woman to come.
'Meil,' they call h
FFM15: Agent BlackI make a HALO jump from 35,000 feet out of a Raptor, and the ground looks no different from the sky. Above and below, there is only an endless expanse of black, dotted with tiny twinkles of light. Gravity shows me which way is down, and I keep an eye on my altimeter as unseen Brazilian soil rushes up towards me. I'd feel more comfortable about the whole thing if I could at least see the ground, but I dare not risk detection.FFM15: Agent Black4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I dive in alone, with no traditional weapons to speak of aside from my knife and wits. I'm this country's worst nightmare, and I don't need guns or bombs. My technology is older than all of that, and far superior. Even the Nazis looked into it, though their work pales in comparison to what the American government has done with the idea in the past decade.
The altimeter begins to blink in the dark, and I deploy my parachute, drifting slowly down into the barren fields of the Amazon wasteland.
Character - Fortune AdjusterCome in, boy, come in. No, I will call you boy. The carnival manager is Boy to me too, do not think yourself so high and mighty. Come in, you want your fortune told by the old circus hag, yes? Come in, sit here, let me peer at you in the shade. You want your future told? A simple task, for I have already seen it in my inner eye. But more than simply tell, I will change. In truth I am not a teller of fortunes, but an adjuster.Character - Fortune Adjuster5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The youth of today, worried about the future, ha! The future happens over and over, will happen just as it has happened. All I need are your anchors, the things deciding your future. For example, that pretty little thing you left outside, she is no anchor. She will change you, yes, she will eat up your pocketbook! I saw her, I saw her jewelry and fake breasts. No, look at me, not at her. You did not bring her into the tent, you do not see her as part of your future, yes? She is a fun little fling, am I right? Oh, you think it shameful for me to speak of such thing
Decay of Animation: Don BluthDecay of Animation: Don BluthDecay of Animation: Don Bluth5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Don Bluth, who hasn't seen his films growing up? I know I did. "The Secret of N.I.M.H.", "An American Tail", "The Land Before Time", and "All Dogs Go To Heaven". These films were a part of my childhood and I am sure many others. They all had one thing in common, a creator, and that man was named Don Bluth. To give you a brief run down is simple, Bluth was a former animator at Disney. In fact he helped animate some of the more classic films such as "The Fox and the Hound" and earlier works like "Pete's Dragon". But eventually he grew dissatisfied with the condition of the company after Walt Disney's death, that he left and started his own animation studio. During the eighties he was pretty much an animation powerhouse. The four films above were loved and were generally very powerful emotionally. Nightmare fuel seemed to be a staple of all of Mr. Bluth's films.
However that changed during the era known as the nineties.
After All Dogs, Don c
Voices from Saginaw, MI: 1952-1974 Dad would ask so many questions I hated interpretingVoices from Saginaw, MI: 1952-19743 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for him hands stuck on refrain it wasn’t that my parents were deaf
but that other parents could hear I found that strange we had to move
How to Train Your Dragon: 2015 Chapter 1: This is BerkHow to Train Your Dragon: 20156 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is Installation 83-RK "Berk". It's 12 clicks north of hopeless and a few degrees south of death from dehydration, and located solidly in the middle of the Afghan desert. My base camp. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for 20 years, yet every building is brand new. We have shooting, hunting and a charming view of desert sunsets.
The only problems are the pests.
While other camps have desert rats or cobras, we have...
Most people would leave. Not us. We're Mercenaries. We have&... stubbornness issues. I'm Lance Corporal Jack Haddock, age 18, callsign 'Hiccup'. Not the best callsign a guy could have though.
Tonight's another regular night, with the dragon raid siren blaring loudly. They come for our food supplies, blasting away at our defenses with flames of various kinds. I grab my helmet and load-bearing vest from my locker after clumsily putting on my boots, rushing towards the armskote as fast as I can. Around me, anti-air guns fire away
Robot SexRobot Sex12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
IN THE RHYTHYM OF, UH, LIFE
"EJECTION OF PRIMARY COOLANT IMMINENT"
A RemembranceA Remembrance10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
As a remembrance for Veteran's Day and being a soldier, I thought I would write something that is dear to my heart. Something that was an experience I will never forget. What follows is a brief synopsis of the events leading up to the main occurrence.
In April 2003, the men and women of the 3rd Armored Cavalry Regiment (3rd ACR) deployed in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. Though these men and women, who will be referred to from now on as Soldiers, were trained in their respective jobs and equipped to the standards of the United States Army at that time, none of them knew what to expect. Some, a small minority, had seen combat before, either in Bosnia or Desert Storm. There were even a few Vietnam vets that had gotten out of the military and signed back up at a later date. But in reality, none of these Soldiers knew what was to come in the next year of their lives.
The Soldiers hit the ground in Kuwait in April, spen
Ridiculous Character Template- The Basics -Ridiculous Character Template7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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37rumbling like common thunder374 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wooden chair leg staggering
across the jarrah verandah
accompanied by the
slowly akimbo keeping
the smell of a day off
like the visible fibres of a home
The Key That Changed The WorldThe Key That Changed The World2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Deeply regret to advise you Titanic sank this morning, the fifteenth, after a collision with an iceberg resulting in serious loss of life. Further particulars later.
At 2:20 AM Atlantic Standard Time on the morning of April 15, 1912, the largest and most luxurious man-made object that had ever been moved, the Royal Mail Steamer (RMS) Titanic, disappeared beneath the calm waters of the North Atlantic about 370 miles or 600 kilometers south-southeast of the coast of Newfoundland, leaving behind her the majority of 2,208 living, breathing human beings— people with families, dreams, hopes, ambitions, and plans— struggling to stay afloat in the frigid ocean water. Among them were the world's richest and most famous and influential individ