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 Dragons3 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,
The Warrior's QuandyI hear the drums, the chanting,The Warrior's Quandy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
far behind me, near the camp.
I sit alone, under Grandmother Moon.
I need to think.
Which path is right?
Which path is wrong?
Will we, the First People,
regret this way we forge?
The elders counsel waiting,
the younger feel the flames of war,
they hear the call of the drums.
The white devils make many promises,
but the only ones they keep involve violence.
So many of our people, not just warriors,
woman and children, slain as well,
left to rot, lost to history.
We've been driven from our lands,
so many times,
uprooted from our past.
What will the future hold?
Will our ways die?
Bear hide keeps me warm,
while I listen to the drums,
to the chanting,
under Grandmother Moon
worrying about the future of my people.
things I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleepithings I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleep2 years 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
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
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
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
Character Profile Form GERMANCharacter Profile Form GERMAN4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Charakter Steckbrief Deutsch
Bedeutung des Namen:
Ursprung des Namen:
Sozioökonomischer Status als Kind:
Sozioökonomischer Status als Erwachsener:
Wichtigstes Ereignis der Kindheit, das sie/ihn immer noch beeinflusst:
Andere Erinnerungen/Ereignisse, die sie/ihn immer noch beeinflussen und warum/inwiefern:
Vergangene Fehler, von denen sie/er es peinlich fänden, wenn andere davon wüssten und warum:
Größte Desillusionierungen der Kindheit:
ArgumentsHe watches her with interest, the Elven apprentice who seems to be the only one to back-chat her mentors in the whole of the Circle Tower. His first week on the job, and after many hours of staring at the library doors in boredom at the lack of life in the tower, he jumps when the door opens with a bang, a senior enchanter storming out after a small lithe woman who seems to be furious.Arguments5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cautiously edging ever so slowly towards the library doors lest he be thrown across the room by said angry elven mage, he raises an eyebrow when he sees that the enchanter she is arguing with is none other than Wynne, a respectful woman who rarely ever argues or gets angry. He hears that they are discussing abominations, and once he makes his presence known the elder woman nods at him whereas the girl crosses her arms over her chest and sends him a glare that surpasses even that of Greagoir with its ferocity.
"Ah, Cullen, I see you are unfortunate to be overhearing my discussion with my apprentice, Amata
Obsession"I cannot deny what I feel for you."Obsession4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cullen closed his eyes as he felt the warm breath of the mage's words against his cheek and ear.
As much as he knew this was wrong, a templar falling for a mage, he found that he could not stop himself. He had grown to care for her far more then he would care to admit. She slowly pulled herself back from Cullen, allowing him to fully take in her beauty. Soft auburn curls that were usually tied into a bun fell loosely around her face, framing the golden green eyes that pierced his soul. He slowly brought his hands up, gently cupping her face and moving it towards his own.
"I've never done this before, Cullen. I might be-"
Cullen silenced her as he carefully brought his mouth to hers. The kiss started off slowly, neither one wanting to frighten the other away. But the awkwardness quickly burned away in their passion for one another. Cullen placed one hand on t
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
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
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?"
AudiocideIt isn't how I remembered it.Audiocide1 year 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
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
DA: DW Snippets 2Title: Snippets - Chapter 2DA: DW Snippets 25 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
Lines in the Sand"Not today, Toothless. Way too much work to do. Just go amuse yourself, okay, bud?"Lines in the Sand5 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
Wings Of IceWings Of Ice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Ice
Lay down my enemies painfully
Release all the hatred heartlessly
Another layer of frost maimed
I've become one with this eternal winter
I've stopped the flow of time in this one frame
My past and future have been torn asunder
I've frozen the pain within my veins
Never again will I ever have to surrender
I am but a reflection
Of every aimless sin
A casualty of corruption
So let my thoughts of vengeance unhinge
I'll reveal the face-
That you forced me to create
I'll indulge in the screams-
Knowing it's not a dream
Tears will instantly become icicles-
Allowing the scum of the Earth to cry is hypocritical
You're the taint that fell from grace-
You don't even deserve these snowy graves
You were all too careless
Always hurting those around you
Now accept the consequences
For the damages you cannot undo
None have survived
The vortex of truth
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 68Things finally started to sink in for the three of you now that you were home. It had been easy to push away the reality of the situation and the emotions other than worry when you were unconscious in a hospital bed but everything had to be dealt with eventually.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 681 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Down the road, John gathered the little bag that held your prescriptions as he thought over what had happened. He’d almost lost you… again. The thought of what would have happened had he and Sherlock not been on their way home at that exact moment sent a shot of dread through his veins. You were his support system, his lifeline, the one person in the world he could trust with anything and everything- his best friend. At the same time you were his baby sister and it was his job to protect you and somehow he’d failed.
There was no way he could erase the guilt- if he had gone with you, if you had felt like you could come to him, if he’d noticed you hadn’t called, if, if, if… The list went on
Atheism Revisited The Atheist Ten CommandmentsAtheism Revisited8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I. Thou shalt breathe to send oxygen to thy lungs, and thou shalt breathe repetitively for all of thy existence, except if thou beist underwater, or if thou beist in the presence of toxic gases, during which time thou shalt not breathe.
II. Thou shalt consume thy nutrition, doing so in the correct ratio of carbohydrates, proteins, and lipids, and thou shalt not consume too many saturated fats, for lo, those who do shall be called obese.
III. When thou hast processed thy nutrition, thou shalt excrete the waste, be it of a solid or of a liquid nature, and thou shalt not do so in a way that is disgusting.
IV. Thou shalt sleep at the end of the day, and continue until the next day, excepting if thou hast work to be done of if thou hast a test tomorrow.
V. Thou shalt blink thine
Dear JakeDear Jake,Dear Jake3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
24 Days Since Power Outage.
It's been a while hasn't it? Maybe not for you, but for me. It's really quite amazing when you think about it, how much we rely on technology. How much of our lives are dictated by the ease and security that electricity provides us. It's actually moronically ironic. The thing that keeps us close is the thing that rips us apart. I pray my last letter reached you. I can't really be sure; it's so hard to calibrate the transporter without my computers aid. There's only enough power to run that one machine, anything else would be pushing my small generator a bit too far. Repairs should commence soon. I hope you're alright, Jake.
30 Days Since Power Outage.
I've dove down to the seafloor with help from Sawtooth. As I expected the power lines are fine. We've been cut off Jake. Taken off the grid by the Empress. It could have been an accident, but a mix of paranoia and common sense makes me believe otherwise. I haven'
Mis diarios del fin del Mundo parte 1Mis diarios del fin del Mundo parte 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Recuerdo el fin del mundo…
era un viernes."
- 00:02 -
"No es lo que dicen, sino lo que hacen es lo que más me preocupa
(…) porque aún actúan como si todo estuviera igual que antes."
"Después de los zombies y de los alienígenas,
las catástrofes naturales no estuvieron nada mal,
aunque mi madre me riñó por no meter la ropa."
- 08:50 -
"Extraño el Internet"
- 07/01 -
Hoy unos niños encontraron un libro,
me preguntaron donde iban las baterías
Los champiñones asados son nutrivos y deliciosos,
si puedes atraparlos."
"La fosa radiactiva es un bonito lugar para ir a dar una vuelta tomados de la mano,
solos tú y yo."
"Extraño los dulces de abuela,
ya casi no queda gente vieja por aquí."
- 09/29 -
Todos los domingos por las mañanas,
un señor muy viejo con voz de niño nos reúne a todos en familia para darnos regalos, concursar por ellos,
y nos canta canciones sobre la alegría de ser niño.