WE ARE MCR FANSMy Chemical RomanceWE ARE MCR FANS7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We think that MCR is the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned.
We cried when Bob was injured during the Famous Last Words video shoot
We punch our friends or random people if they call My Chem Emo
We think of Frank Iero as our HERO
We draw fanart or write fan fictions
We fantasize about Ray's Fro
We wear glasses replicating Mikey's just to honor him
We don't say goodbye, we say So Long And Goodnight
We are soldiers in the Black Parade
We yell at friends if they diss Gerard's hair
When we get revenge, we yell out THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE!
We don't just cheer on people by saying 'yay', we cheer them on by saying 'give 'em hell kid'
We support frerard 100%
Our walls are totally covered with posters of mcr
We bug our friends by talking about MCR 24/7
We own everything MCR
We love Gerard, Mikey, Ray, Frank, and Bob equally
WE ARE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE FANS
AND PROUD OF IT!
IF YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT, GO CRY TO YOUR MOMMY
Things I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons1) No using the flaming battle axe as an emergency skilletThings I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2) No dual-wielding two-handed weapons, even if I figure out how to within the rules.
3) Hengeyokai are not for making catgirls and bunny girls.
-a. And I am not allowed to fill a mansion with either or both.
4) Not allowed to use Warforged as cannon fodder with the justification "We can rebuild him!"
5) Just because I can, doesn't mean I should take Arcane Admixture so many times that Magic Missile deals nearly every damage type possible
6) My Warlock can have an Infernal Pact. He cannot be Legion and speak in the third person collective.
-a. Nor can the Warforged.
7) My Warlock will not describe his pact as having made a demon/devil/evil star/fairy/vestige his bitch.
8) If we encounter a female fox hengeyokai with a high charisma, I will refer to her by name and not constantly call her the foxy lady.
9) Zeppelins do not exist in Forgotten Realms. I am not allowed to build one from canvas and fire elementals.
-a. And if I did,
DA: DW Snippets 2Title: Snippets - Chapter 2DA: DW Snippets 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Game: Dragon Age
characters/pairing: Morrigan, Cousland
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age.
The fire crackles.
Edric watches his witch as she bends over the pot, carefully inspecting the stew, her wrists flicking as she stirs it. He watches her in silence from the opening of the door of his daughter's small room. Ellyn's head is on his lap. He feels his daughter stir from the nap, murmuring "papa" as she presses her head against his lap, tiny hands clutching his pants. There's a tender smile on the child's lips, and Edric can't help smiling as well. Stroking Ellyn's hair, he buries his fingers into the child's dark brown locks as he diverts his eyes towards the opening of the door. And he finds that Morrigan is watching the two of them. The fire crackles, and she turns back to inspect it once again.
A thumb finds the scar on his chin and he furrows his brow. His eyes fall upon the orange tint of the fire. And s
Things I am no longer allowed to do in D-and-D1. Killing the Wizard we're trying to help is against the "Paladin's Code of Conduct", even if it's their fault that the Tarrasque was awakened.Things I am no longer allowed to do in D-and-D3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
2. Even if I'm Bard, am dressed up as Link, am named Link, and carrying an ocarina, I am not the Hero of Time and cannot teleport myself or my party to the Temple of Time by playing it.
3. Also, my +4 Holy Longsword is not the Master Sword, so it does not shoot beams of light that deal 1D6 damage every time I use it at full health.
4. Using Bigby's Magical Hand to give someone the finger is considered "Disorderly Conduct".
5. I am no longer allowed to glomp Lycanthropes and beg them to bite me.
6. Same is true with Vampires.
7. I may not be a Cleric/Wizard and turn myself into a Lich.
8. While in Rage mode my Barbarian cannot recite the all of the elements on Periodic Table of Elements, no matter how high his intelligence is.
9. I cannot use the Summon Monster IX spell to summon Crisis, Vivian, Katrika, or Anna.
10. Likewise, I may not us
EchoesTitle: EchoesEchoes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Dragon Age Origins
Disclaimer: Not for the faint of heart, or the tragically challenged!
It was, she decided, the echoes that were worst of all.
Sounds in the Deep Roads never faded. They simply fled like stricken refugees, stumbling blindly through the dark into empty earth. In their mad flight, the sounds caught upon the tatters of older echoes, abandoned voices circling frozen stone, and merged into an exiled cacophony of noises. Perhaps, even, it was the Stone itself that cried, remembering long-departed voices and parroting their sound: a never-ending chorus of life no longer lived. But the faint murmurs hovered about her, and she had to keep moving, moving forward, because if she ever stopped to listen...
"The smell," said Zevran, "it is the smell that is most bad, no?"
Callian shook her head, having no breath for a response and no time to banter. The air she could no longer smell any
Dragon Age: HeroTitle: HeroDragon Age: Hero5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Game: Dragon Age
Disclaimer: Dragon Age in all its awesomeness is completely owned by BioWare ... as is my soul.
She probably thought she was getting away with it. But she hadn't accounted for the rattle and creak of the drake scale armour, which allowed for much less stealth than the soft robes she was used to.
She also hadn't accounted for the unrelenting eyes of the king of Ferelden.
Even in midst of the organized chaos of an army on the move, Alistair's gaze was zeroed in on Brianne Surana's escape. He saw her intention long before Zevran's warning tap, meant to alert him to the mage's small figure fading into the red dust kicked up by thousands of booted feet on the West Road to Denerim.
They hadn't spoken more than a dozen words since the Landsmeet, and half of those had been during their oh-so-cheerful chat with Riordan in Redcliff. There was still at least a day's hard march before the amassed armies of Fe
Forever and Always - Sherlock X Reader - Part OneForever and Always - Sherlock X Reader - Part One11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
**Read "Because I Care - Sherlock X Reader" first, link in description**
The London streets seemed far colder since he was gone. As though all the good in the city had died along with him that day he plummeted downwards from St Bart's hospital rooftop. Even the people seemed less cheery. People believed that he had done it all. That he had set up all the cases he had solved and for what? To look smart? To make the police look far more stupider than they already were? They did a fine job of that themselves when they started believing the doubt that had made a home inside their brains, plaguing their minds with corrupted ideas of the Consulting Detective and leading him to his final end. But eventually his name was cleared and people learned the truth that John and you had known all along, he wasn’t a fraud. He was real. He was gone.
No. You couldn't deal with it all. You couldn't cope. As much as you faked being 'fine' and 'ok', inside you were broken. Hell, the pas
Because I Care -Part Seven Sherlock X ReaderBecause I Care -Part Seven Sherlock X Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
With a killer headache you slowly and painfully opened your eyes, though no matter wither you had your eyes opened or closed only darkness engulfed your vision, except for a small beam of bright light straight ahead of you. You were lying on a cold tiled floor, you tried to move your hands from behind you only to realise that they were tightly tied behind your back. You had the feeling that you were in a tight compact room, the sound of a wooden brush or mop hitting the floor when you accidentally kicked it when forcing yourself to sit up and causing it to echo throughout the room confirmed your assumption.
As you staggered to your feet, you walked forward to what you believed was the door due to the beam of light coming from the gap at the bottom. Turning around so you were facing away from the door, you felt around for the handle, desperately trying to open the door and get the hell out of here before anything else happened. You fumbled around for what felt like forever, but was only
things I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleepithings I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleep1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m spending most of my time
not crying, and I’m sorry,
but I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone
as much as aspirin, or lullabies,
or the cheap wine sold for two dollars a bottle,
or overly-apologetic letters bending over backwards
to make a point of themselves, or the pink petals
blooming on my wrists like flesh and blood miracles,
or the songs named after women
things may not change,
but you will have to.
I am most alone
surrounded by people
and the buzzing in my head of words
that should have lost their meaning
back when I discovered
they never meant anything
Dedications are only relevant
to people who appreciate shitty poetry,
or you. Insanity is writing the same thing
over and over and expecting it not
to sound clichéd.
and as much as anyone will swear otherwise,
I am a statistic. A number, an example,
a case study in the manipulation of
narcissism and moving on
Lines in the Sand"Not today, Toothless. Way too much work to do. Just go amuse yourself, okay, bud?"Lines in the Sand4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Night Fury snorted as he watched his human friend swipe the back of a hand across his forehead. The forge stall was blistering hot, which was pleasant for a dragon, but caused humans to pant and sweat and make hissing noises as their thin skin burnt.
Toothless made one last gurgle towards the human who had already turned his back to him and started making that irritating clanking noise, and then he backed out of the stall and looked about him at all the tall human nests and the people walking nearby.
A pungent smell hit his nostrils and he followed it to find a string of drying meats outside a nest. Toothless was more bored than hungry, but in a pinch eating could be amusing too. Delicately he took a hold of the edge of the drying flank, which by the taste must have been a bear in its alive days. It was salty but good as h
The Beckoning, Preface and Concept ArtThe Beckoning, Preface and Concept Art3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Drow, or often called Dark Elven kin, are a dim and ancient race. Unlike the other familiar elves, the Drow are cave duelers, creatures of the depths who do not enjoy the company of those who live on the surface.
They are often called demons, dark creatures, evil, and their appearance does not do much to avoid such criticism.
Dark elves have coal gray skin, which permits them to blend in to the dark like shadows, while their stature is slightly smaller and more slender than those of humans. Their hair, often kept in elaborate braids, is pale as silver, and for this reason, dark elves will often cloak their heads when scouting the surface world at night. Their eyes vary in color, ranging from shades of green and golden yellow, to shades of orange and red. Their irises are as those of a cat.
Their features are as graceful as the most beautiful of elves and are often denominated as being devilishly attractive.
Yet such characteristics are not the only motive feeding the dread of surfa
Because I Care -Part Three- Sherlock X ReaderBecause I Care -Part Three- Sherlock X Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Running up the stairs and almost tripping on the last step brought you to arrive at the top landing that lead to the flat of 221B. Taking a deep breath, you marched into the flat with no hesitation or even a thought that there could possibly be another explosion. But you didn’t care. You had to find him. You had to make sure he was alive and ok.
Yes, so he could be a right pain in the arse most of the time but he was your friend. And you were his -even though he would never admit to such a thing, ‘Caring is a disadvantage’ he had said.
You stopped dead in your tracks at the doorway of the flat. The living room was completely trashed, bits of paper everywhere, broken pieces of glass and wood from the frames of the windows lying mostly all over the floor and John’s desk, and not forgetting to mention the cloud of dust that was attacking the air around the room causing you to cover your mouth with one hand and cough and squint your eyes. And that’s
AudiocideIt isn't how I remembered it.Audiocide9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The waiting. The hard return--the strike of something alive, twitching under a stratosphere at the bare edges of flickering displays and drifting starcharts. Days of First Contact drills in the ethereal holographic range of Sim-Deck Two. Three mission briefings, a twinge as my scouting unit is tapped for deployment. The hiss and rasp of rebreathers in the eternal dawn of Jump Airlock One.
I know it isn't right.
The drop. The plunge, ripping at the Helldiver's midsection. The tearing, it burns. Throws the shrieking of the stratosphere and the whining of stabilization jets and the ringing of alarms into a distant second place on the priority scale. Methane and phosphorous lick at my boots. The slipstream drags the limb appendages upright--
It's just what I remember.
Cloud cover evaporated in minutes, hot-white and searing blue. Landfall is scheduled in nine minutes minus. A sea of green-grey s
Neat Freaky: ReaderxLevi This isn't enough. I need more. God, more. Harder. Faster. Tighter. It's not enough... Your thoughts are spinning, out of control...Neat Freaky: ReaderxLevi1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Connie, that's not enough soap! You need more; what are you trying to do, waste the rest of your break on this one room?" Glaring down at the hunched form of your squad-mate and childhood friend, you heave an exasperated sigh only to feel your frustration thicken like the dust that keeps the sweltering summer air so close around you. "And by the way, you need to grip the rag tighter and scrub harder, or that mold will never come off."
Connie's response is a rude gesture, which happens to be unfortunately accompanied by a spatter of filthy water across your cheek. "What the hell, ________?" the diminutive Survey Corps member complains, his general air of cheer furrowing at the brow between golden eyes. "Are you trying to kill me or something? Leave the for the titans, why don'tcha?"
Reminders on the WindReminders on the Wind7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kagome couldnt help but to stare at InuYasha. She wondered if he had any idea of just how beautiful he was to her. He was standing up on the cliff that overlooked the calm area of the river where they often bathed. The wind had kicked up, and it lifted his heavy mane so that it flowed behind him. Recent events heavy on her mind, she silently joined him. Turning her face into the wind, she let it flow over her, around her.
What are you thinking about? she finally asked quietly.
The wind, InuYasha replied simply.
And? Kagome prompted.
The hanyou turned to look at her. Miroku, Kagura, and you.
The wind makes you think of all that? she questioned.
He nodded and turned away from the cliff, walking with Kagome alongside him. I was thinking of how much destruction it could cause. We knew what Mirokus kazaana could do under his control, but after he absorbed the poison of Magatsuhi, and it started to rip, I thought t
Inuyasha - Project IY14Inuyasha - Project IY149 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mt. Fujiama, Japan
"Hey, Miyako! Take a look at this!" Daisuke called from the recently unearthed temple in the side of Mt. Fuji.
"What is it?" Miyako quickly jogged over to where Daisuke was carefully lifting out a sheathed sword. The rest of the excavators on the project all gathered around to look.
"I found it in the flooring under the statue. It's in marvelous condition." Daisuke delicately looked over the sheath. "If this site hadn't been buried under fifty feet of tephra and hadn't been carbon dated to more than a thousand years ago, I would have wagered this sword was only fifty at the most."
"It could have been put there long after the temple was built," Misaki, one of the other excavators, pointed out.
"Grow a brain, Misaki, the eruption that buried this temple was in 1701, so at the absolute minimum the sword is 743 years old," Miyako snapped her ears flattening against the sides of her head.
"Well, let's get this sheath off to the lab so we know for cert
Apocalyptic LogThe first person to lay their eyes on the Oort went mad.Apocalyptic Log10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
In those first days, when humanity finally achieved near-light-speed travel, we didn't see any artistry in the stars, any poetry to our endeavors. We saw endless desolation, we saw gamma radiation, we saw black holes swallow up entire star systems, we saw a lot of random radio noise from dying stars and rogue gas giants. With the Oort, we saw one hundred thousand astronomical units of randomly dispersed clumps of ice, silent and nearly motionless in near-total dark.
When the first colony was set up in orbit of Proxima Centauri, it was placed on a completely uninhabited ball of rock and water, a planet that by all means could have had earth-like life on it but which was inexplicably uninhabited. There were others. Upsilon Andromedae, 359 Wolf, Gliese 445. A thousand years past and a handful of worlds were made into new earths. Humanity grew into a small empire, spanning one hundred light years, inhabiting thirty worlds.
We had no
Silvertongue, Chapter 1Ding-ding! Ding-ding!Silvertongue, Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The bells of The Maiden's Fancy rang through the decks of the ship as it came to a full stop at the docks of Booty Bay. The last of the few passengers aboard grabbed their belongings and shuffled to the pier. There were a few scattered merchants, adventurers and downright madmen among the group, all with their own agenda to implement in the popular seaside town. Three in particular were there for a "true" purpose. Two humans and an orc, clad in somewhat faded, yet still eye-catching, purple robes exited the ship with large packs of supplies. Immediately upon setting foot on the wooden docks of the town, they gave each other a quick nod and darted to the first major establishment they could find.
Back on the boat, the ship's final passenger was making his way off. A short goblin, shorter than the norm, muttered and grumbled unintelligibly to himself as his flat feet loudly slapped the wood as he tromped to town. Unlike the salty, rough, sea-fairing goblins of the b
Because I Care -Part Eight- Sherlock X ReaderBecause I Care -Part Eight- Sherlock X Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Months had passed since that night at the pool. Neither John nor Sherlock or yourself had spoken of the incident and thankfully, you were glad that they never brought it up. That night had scarred your mind. Some nights you would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat after dreaming that you were back in that pool, drowning. Sometimes your dreams would be different, worse than drowning. That night would replay in your subconscious mind, though the events in which took place would twist into monsters of the night, shaping the incident into something that never actually happened, but would seem so real. In this horrific nightmare someone always died, either you, John or Sherlock. One of you three would always die along with Patrick. Oh, how his face haunted you whenever you closed your eyes, it was all you could picture, his ice cold face with ice glazed hazel eyes, staring into your eyes as though he were blaming you: that this was your fault.
Over these passed months Sherlo
Character Profile Form GERMANCharacter Profile Form GERMAN4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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