it was only chessit was only chess3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: it was only chess
Author: written and translated by Servala, corrected by Niorah
Game: Mass Effect 3
characters/pairing: Jane Shepard/ Liara TīSoni, Samanthe Traynor
Disclaimer: Mass Effect and its assets belong to Electronic Arts and BioWare.
No copyright infringement intended.
It would take eight hours for the Normandy to reach their destination. That meant eight hours of rest, the time to think some things over, and maybe have some fun, but for Shepard it meant eight hours of forced rest by her doctor. Shepard felt good, even though she had wrenched her neck on their last mission a little. They had been asked by Wrex to pursue some missing scouts in the Nimah cluster. They had found the scouts, led by their tank-baby Grunt and a lot of rachni. Suddenly behind her Admiral Tali'Zorah shrieked like a five year old girl, panicked and ran in circles.
Shepard's head was jerked around to follow her with her gaze. Subsequently, she was stunned for a short moment, dealing with pa
Diablo III the Buddy Cop Film"Okay then, let me see if I follow here. You two single handedly slew thousands of royal guards-"Diablo III the Buddy Cop Film2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Snake people disguised as guards," the Demon Hunter interjected, pointing a finger at the report. "Thousands of snake people disguised as guards."
"Fine, snake people. However, according to your Wizard friend here, you originally did not know they were snake people."
"..They wouldn't let us pass," the Demon Hunter replied, more question than statement.
"And at no point did you think to yourself, 'oh, you know what I should do? Call my superiors, maybe explore some diplomatic channels.' You guys jumped straight to ethnic cleansing," the bulbous constable replied, scowling. "This is on top of assisting a rogue Horadrim, letting Deckard Cain's niece get kidnapped, and, cherry on top, breaking every single piece of pottery from Arcanus to Caldeum."
"That last part, I didn't even want to do that. I thought breaking all the pottery was a waste of time. This one though, the bloodlu
Bandits RP IntroductionHooves thumped against the dirt road on the path between the captial, Narbith, and the southern monastery. The heavy thumps were accompanied by the creaking of wooden wheels under strain. Six horses plotted along at a casual pace; four of them ridden by individuals and two pulling a large wagon at a steadily. The large wagon was made entirely of thick wood and was completely sealed from the front and the sides. A large wooden door was ajar at the back, swinging slightly as the carriage passed over the bumpy road. At the front, a small carriage was attached. The lone driver sat at the reigns; a thinly man, sporting a simple green cloth shirt and brown pants. A wide-brimmed, straw, floppy hat sat upon his head as half-closed, blue-grey eyes stared apathetically at the road in front of them, which seemed to stretch on forever, dividing the thick forest around it.Bandits RP Introduction7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The other four horses sat at the flanks of the wagon in pairs. Riding the two horses on the left was two heavily armored humans
Crossover:Mind of a TimeLord- 2The Doctor's eyes spoke to him more than his words did and Sherlock felt every inch of his body melt- traveling, through all of time and space; he may never be bored again. The Doctor could see his thoughts clearly, and Sherlock questioned what abilities that he may exhibit as a time lord; could he read his mind? Images of John suddenly flashed through his own, of Lestrad grasping him and screaming- they would all be in panic now; there could be search groups out looking for him; what a waste of tax payers money. John would have left Sarah mid dinner, rushing out in the cold and rain to find him; he would search for days- weeks if he had to, and Sherlock knew he would never give up. His heart began to pain thinking of John, could he leave him so easily? London and the world he knew inside out, John wouldn't be able to pay the rent on his own- he would be forced to move into a share house and thenCrossover:Mind of a TimeLord- 24 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sherlock realised that his breath had become very loud, his eyes darting around whil
Piano PlayingI am a pianistPiano Playing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you are my piano, dear.
I play minuets along your ribcage,
Write love songs on your arms,
And press your vertebrae like keys
To let soft chords fill the empty space.
Your hairs are the resounding strings,
Your lips are polished brass pedals
That make everything loud and soft at the same time.
Kissing you makes the whole world shift up an octave.
I am a pianist
And you are my piano, dear
So let's write a duet in the dark.
Crossover:Mind of a TimeLord- 1It was stormy, there would be many lightning strikes tonight; Sherlock ran. The wide open meadow would be directly hit by the lighting, and shelter was miles away. The unanticipated had occurred and suddenly his stomach began to churn; a fleeting image passed through his mind and the smell of chlorine ran past his nose. The emotion of rushing and shock; shock was not a feeling he'd become accustomed to, the knowledge that he had not known and a great fear of the unknown. Watson walking out and looking at him, his eyes filled with something he could not interpret and within that moment he lost of sense of reality; his reality was his deduction, knowing and understanding the grounded and anticipated truth- he'd lost that within a moment when Watson walked out. He'd soon regained it, understanding that he'd been tricked momentarily, but the feeling lingered, insecurity and slight defeat; not knowing the truth.Crossover:Mind of a TimeLord- 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His black curls were flat against his head and his chest heaved; their plan had
PerfectionPerfection4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
What is true perfection?
A hope of everything in the universe?
Where does perfection lie?
Is it that light in the sky?
Nothing can be truly perfect,
Because nothing is light and dark.
It lies in the untouched land,
Where only true hearts can go.
What is true perfection?
An entity that never dies?
Only true hopes can make the connection,
And find where true power lies.
Nothing can be truly perfect,
Not you or me and I.
At least we have the power to do something about it.
And reach the highest dream in the sky.
The ValarManwe, Lord of sky and air,The Valar7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
King of Eagles, tall and fair,
Ruler of the Valar royal,
To Iluvatar he remains loyal.
Elbereth resides with him,
Silver'd hair, tall and slim.
She is the Maker of the Star,
She hears all, near and far.
Wrapped in majesty and power,
Robed in earthly tree and flower,
Green her eyes and slim her girth,
Yavanna brought forth the forests in birth.
Aule wrought first the Dwarven folk
In secret, but Illuvatar spoke:
"'Tis not their time - they must keep,
And under mountain must they sleep."
Ulmo is the King of the Sea,
And mariners bow down to he.
His horns sound in the deeps and foam,
Calling Elven stragglers home.
Mandos is the Speaker of Doom,
Gathers dead spirits in his room,
In the House of the Dead he abides,
To Iluvatar only he confides.
Nienna the Weeper is his kin,
Pity she is, and welcomes in
Any who are in need of hope,
Those who mourn she helps to cope.
When Orome the huntsman rides,
All evil creatures before him hide,
Loved by horsemen near and far,
Burglary: A Haiku SuiteYou disturb my sleepBurglary: A Haiku Suite4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Words crawling under my skin
They are parasites
I see you in clouds
Checkered green and beige and black
Wind breaks you apart
For once I'm not bruised
Crystal skin unblemished but
My heart is missing
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The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
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sense of humor,
your coffee-colored eyes,
and your seaweed scented hair.
I guess those were just reasons to keep you around.
I fell in love with your music.
"Goodbye Yellow Brick Road,"
"Come Sail Away,"
"It's Time For Me To Fly."
Those melodies you played
(I thought it was you)
But now that I know,
I guess we're through.
Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road.
(Thanks for the melodies.)
Mistake in the MakingThe pride he felt was overwhelming, clouding out even the concern, concern that might have been better-founded than the hubris he displayed. But the white griffin was surely a gift worthy of her, perhaps even worthy of her praise, that tenuous thing so difficult to earn. He felt his lips give way to a small, rare smile as he considered what their princess may look like when presented with the great, proud beast.Mistake in the Making4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As if on cue with his thoughts, the griffin let out a cry that echoed through the balmy night, the call wavering, long, and low-pitched, almost mournful. Had he been a man of a less stern heart he might have sympathized with it they had, after all, taken the creature from the home it had made. But he was not that soft-hearted, and it had been such a beautiful creature, exotic for its rarity, that he could not deny himself the honor of capturing it, no more than he could deny himself the pleasure of presenting it to the princess.
Every time they rested on the journey he f
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Your figure is outlined in the rain
And I see you in snow angels
And slippery sheets of ice.
And you shower me in debris and sparks.
I am still convinced you are a star
Because when I am close to you
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As a fan of the Dragon Age Series and of Bioware (despite some recent fails), I'm going into Inquisition fully convinced that it will be awesome.
Not only has the game been tailored and well developed with regards to criticisms towards Origins and DAII (FYI: I'll do a Logic's Insight on them soon), but much work has gone into making it a strong stand-alone game. The Gameplay looks thoughtful, fun, strategic and action packed; The story and setting retain the stark tone of previous games with the character's actions, both little and small, having gradual impacts on the people and places that they encounter; The main plot appears to be pretty interesting with an invasion from the Fade right in the middle of a war between Mages and Templars that's already tearing apart Thedas; The Role-elements are all strong as always with the nifty addition of horseback riding though it doesn't look like you can actually fight on horseback (minor bummer) and lastly; we have a strong cast of companions a
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Tight around her narrow throat
Once more with feeling
She couldn't shake the
Feeling she looked prettier
Covered in secrets
ME2: One Night in Nos Astra with...ThaneME2: One Night in Nos Astra with...Thane2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Azure, Nos Astra, Illium, A few days after the destruction of the Alpha Relay….
Shepard curled up in a lounge chair, sweatshirt drawn tightly around her. She ignored the buzz of hundreds of shuttles that flew across Illium crowded skies. She loved cities, the buzz, the energy, life compressed into a million shoe boxes all chattering and clattering for attention. Illlium was no different than Vancouver, although now she could look down at the masses below from the balcony of a luxury hotel. Back then, she looked down to the pavement so as not to trip on her own feet, not attract the attention of the predators that hunted in the shadows of great office towers and government buildings. Back then trust was hard to come by. Love, no lust, was fleeting and safety non existent.
She trusted the Alliance and they turned their back to her the moment she died.
It all fell apart without you, Commander. Everything you stirred up, the Council just wanted it gone.
And then sh
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It buries the roads
And we lose our way completely.
We drive off onto sidewalks
And across playgrounds
And into and out of and away from
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A woman with long flowing white hair ran through the streets to the palace with a small bundle in her arms. The woman looks behind her only to fall forward causing the small bundle to fall out of her arms.
Once the bundle hit the ground a cry came from the small dark blanket. The woman ran over to the small bundle picking it up revealing a small baby's face. The baby looked up at his mother and started to giggle.
The woman smiled as she continued her quest to the palace. "Stop! You woman! Stop right there!!" A royal guard yelled.
The woman froze but quickly ran. She wouldn't let THEM take her son. Not her little Ryou. The woman ran to the royal gardens where she lost the guards. She smiled down sadly at her son then started to sing. "Yal-di ha-tov veh ha-rach Al ti-ra veh al tif-chad(1) My son I have nothing I can give,
But this a chance that you, may live I pray to meet you again In the after life when your time has come " The woman kissed the boy's head
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It had been a few weeks since you first appeared on the stream with the late night crew. You soon became part of the regular crew and the fans loved to see you on the stream. People were always excited to hear you and Cry making jokes with each other and they would always want to hear about how things were going between you. You had finally gotten used to the fact that everyone knew who you were, well at least a part of you, the side that you didn't show the internet was still kept between you and Ryan.
Your Youtube channel had really taken off and you we starting to post regular videos on there, you even had your own name for your fans which you called (Fandom name). You couldn't believe how much your life had hanged in such a short amount of time. It was as if you were dreaming. You managed to quit your job at the art shop, you were a little sad since it was a nice place but the look on your bosses face when you
Conservative DictionaryConservative Dictionary6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As A Mother...
Phrase to be employed to give weight to any political argument (e.g. as a mother, I think we should teach those Iraqis a lesson).
(see Free Market)
A selfless act of generosity towards someone worse off than myself which I should be heartily congratulated upon. Not to be confused with a serious political solution to the cause (see Communist).
The accidental slaughter of people who you were meant to be liberating. Dont worry, they know its for the greater good and wont happen again.
Anyone who wants life to be better for people poorer than I am (synonyms- Liberal, Socialist, Democrat (US),).
Unnatural protection that doesnt work.
The most free system of government, in which nations can choose any leader they like from the two almost identical ones whove made enou
Just sleep on it.Just sleep on it.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So I couldn't sleep. Big deal. It happens to everyone...
I sighed, rubbing my arms as the cool breeze of the night brushed up against my exposed skin. The full moon was out tonight... It was the only thing I could see, staring out from the cliff we were perched at.
The fact that I couldn't sleep tonight was ironic. Maybe I caught what Aang had been going through for for the past few nights... his stress-induced insomnia. Toph and I had spent all day putting together a huge sheep-koala bear fur bed for him, and apparently, if his soft snores were anything to go by, it had been worth the effort. He was sleeping so peacefully. He deserved it, after being awake and hallucinating for three straight days... poor guy.
Another sigh escaped my lips as I sat underneath the moon. I looked over to where Aang was lying in his cloud-bed, about ten feet away from where I was sitting. I knew it was silly to feel jealous of the guy... I had been sleeping well for the longest time but tonight I just...
Bleach - Kidou and AbilitiesKido TypesBleach - Kidou and Abilities7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bakudō (Way of Binding)
-Supplementary spells which can immobilize an enemy or have an effect besides a direct strike. They may seem subtle, but these spells can give their users a tactical advantage when used properly. These are a broad category of defensive spells which block/repel attacks or freezes enemies in place. This class of spells include Kidō Barriers & Seals.
-Focused spiritual energy formed into a solid form of energy. This energy can take on many shapes or colors as determined by the user. Barriers are protective in nature, and can be as simple as a barrier only protecting one direction or encompassing all sides of an area. Barriers can be used for containment, and some barriers can be used offensively. Barriers can mask spiritual pressure and can make one spiritually and physically invisible. The strength of a barrier is dependent upon the power of the user. Weak barriers are easily breakable, while strong ones can
PrimalPrimal10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your roar is primal.
Makes me realize that I'm still alive...
You movements are so graceful...so lethal.
Your beautiful eyes calmly tell me to survive...
Never did I think that you would die.
Written By: Mahala Anne Campbell
(Poem Type = AVP)