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
Obsession"I cannot deny what I feel for you."Obsession5 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
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
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
Wings Of IceWings Of Ice3 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
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
Tenebrae Factions: CALVARA'STenebrae Factions: CALVARA'S4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The undead portion of Tenebraes population (68%)
SPECIES: Various "Majority species are Human, Anthros, Drakes and Drakka."
APPEARIANCE: the Majority of the calvera population of tenebrae appear skeletal with some appearing decayed and gaunt. Most wear the same garments or garment types that they wore while they were alive. These can range from being brand new to well worn and shreaded with age and weathering.
Physical:- At Variating states of Decay, ranging from pale or greenish - black skin to advanced states finally reaching the appearance of bleached or unbleached bones with perhaps some remaining organic organs or mecanical attachments or enhancements. Most are of a thin gaunt build depending on their species or build in life. Some may wear metal bands or braces to hold broken bones together or have metal bones or cybernetics where a limb or bone was broken after the individual became a Calvara. Calvaras are extreamly strong having no muscles to restrict their
Undisclosed FearsWell-Woven Net, Knot 5: Undisclosed FearsUndisclosed Fears6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alessar stood at the fringe of the woods, looking back towards the group's campsite. They had had to spend more time than expected fighting the maddened Havenite cultists, and he had no desire to try to climb halfway up a mountain -- with an injured guide -- near or after nightfall. Who knew who (or what) could be waiting up there? Instead, they reluctantly decided to camp for the night, outside of Haven proper; they would make their way up to the old temple in the morning. Genitivi had chafed at the delay, until Alessar pointed out that breaking his other leg while stumbling about on a mountainside would make it very difficult indeed to study the temple at all, once they got there. The scholar finally relented and was now sleeping soundly, probably for the first time in days.
It was getting late; supper had been several hours ago, and most of the others were talking qu
Repairing the Damage Chapter ThreeYou're dreaming again.Repairing the Damage Chapter Three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's hard to understand just what it is you dream of. There are fragments of scenes, things that almost seem to be recollections. A strange language, one you can almost make out it's full of growls of clicks and noises you know your throat can make.
There's a planet. One with a red-ish sky and moons of green and purple. Trolls live on this planet, trolls like you. Only these trolls are free. Humans don't even seem to exist. You know this is a dream, something so perfect can only exist in your mind.
The scene shifts, your mind blanks for a second, two, then it's bright. So bright. Quickly your eyes adjust to the cruel light and the surrounding area becomes clear. Black and white checkerboard ground stretches out over the rolling hills and strange mountains of this new world. There are trees and rivers and a soft breeze.
Where is it coming from? It seems so familiar?
Your eyes strain against the light in sky and you see so
Blue scales, white wings YAOIWhen one door closes, a window opens.Blue scales, white wings YAOI6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The wind whistled across the deserted beach that stood in the cove that rested between two cliffs, whipping dry sand through the air in short bursts, the tendrils of sand scattering to the ground almost as quickly as they had been abducted. The grey cloud staining the violent sea with its bleak tones.
Ren stared across the beach from the top of the ragged cliff that lurched over the sea, taking another drag from the cigarette between his trembling fingers. The sweet burn rolled down the back of his throat and towards his lungs. Huddling deeper inside of his dark trench coat to shield hi from the wind, he shivered lightly. Squatting down and balancing back on his heels. Ren glanced at the watch on his wrist for the hundredth, his icy blue eyes narrowed. "He's an hour and a half late," he fumed. "That's it! Fuck him! I'm leaving! If Thomas doesn't need my services then he can go back to hell for all I care, and if I catch a cold because of
Mistress, Princess, Murderer, QueenWhen Roy Mustang first met Riza Hawkeye, he did not yet consider her royalty. In those first few months, she was two things to him: the young mistress of the Hawkeye household and an enigma. Riza was a very guarded girl, keeping to herself most of the time and speaking to Roy only when necessary; if she could, she would only respond to his questions with a small nod or a quick shake of her head. At first, Roy wasn't sure what to make of her. After all, the women he had lived with before coming to live with Riza and her father had never been quiet; they would always find something to talk about. It would've been easy for Roy to dismiss Riza's silence as her being cold if not for her most expressive feature: her eyes. Roy had been captivated by her eyes, big, tawny orbs that always had the slightest shine to them. These organs always gave away her true feelings, her real thoughts on things. He saw something in those eyes, a heart breaking display that, once he saw it, he wanted to eradicMistress, Princess, Murderer, Queen3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Confessions of the Worst KindA Dragon Age: Origins fan-fictionConfessions of the Worst Kind5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zevran/Grey Warden (m/m)
A pair of sea-green eyes stared upwards, right eye twitching slightly as the young elf glared up at Sten. The Qunari just stared emotionlessly back down at him, dark eyes betraying nothing but a low contempt for the much too small elf before him.
The two did not speak a word, only stared at each other Well, the Elvin warrior glared up at his comrade, but still...
"What is it you wish of me, Grey Warden?" The low voice made the small elf all the angrier. No matter how much he poked or prodded this stupid Qunari, he couldn't get a reaction! Now could he get the idiot to like him! For Maker's sake, he had admitted the filthy Mabari Yivon was a warrior! Was Sten racist or something?!
"Sinon, just walk away." The elf glanced over as Alistair walked past, chuckling to himself as he bit into the meager dinner he had been given. "You know you're not going to get a reaction out of him. Go flirt with Zevran."
Sinon sighed, rolling
An Unburied RegretWell-Woven Net, Knot 10: An Unburied RegretAn Unburied Regret5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zevran sat near the fire, as was his habit after supper. Frequently, this time was spent mending his gear or sharpening his blades, sometimes accompanied by a bit of chat, sometimes not. Tonight was one of the rare occasions that he had little to work on while the others went about their business, and he found himself examining the pair of Dalish gloves that Alessar had given to him.
The assassin hadn't understood at first; he was perfectly happy with the light, well-worn leather gloves he already had, and it took time to get a new pair of gloves properly broken in. Given the constant threat of werewolf attacks since they'd entered the forest proper, the story about his mother's gloves that he had told the Grey Warden in the Dalish camp had been last thing on his mind in the past couple of days. It was just another of those personal bits of trivia that he seemed to let slip with unsettling re
Its Just a BlunderThe sky is crackingIts Just a Blunder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My skull is cracking
My eyes are bleeding
Blood and water
Blood and darkness
Blood and sweat
Fire and flames leaping
Sliding tasting breaking
Knives all glinty
Ready to slit through tender flesh
This life so pointless
This pain so needed
Crying creatures unseen through the veil
Smiling bared teeth that need cleaning
How do you survive through this
Wading through murky water of danger
Crashing ahead without a clue
Intense and systematic
Unclear like an animal
Who knows what they mean
Who cares as long as they don't freak
Black inky mist
Choking on the things of myth
Choking on imagination
Drowning in the blackened water
Who knows how this could happen
How it could work out
But it did, for them
Get ready and hold your breath
Drop, drop, drop
Down to nothingness
Let your grip slip
Broken MirrorsDo I have to find your sickness?Broken Mirrors3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dig it out with a blade of glass?
Do I have to find your broken pieces?
Dig them out of the trash?
Do I have to hold your hand at night?
Tuck you into bed alone?
Do I have to tuck a blade in tight?
Just to make you feel at home?
Will we drag on like a ghost?
Looking for a place to fit?
Will we terry looking for a host?
Wading through this mindless shit?
Grab a hold of my hand, let me lead you out
Grab a hold of my cold dead hand, promising not to leak a shout
Grab a hold of the bathroom sink and look up into your face
Grab a hold of yourself dear, we share a life and the same fate
Espejo, PrologoEspejo: PrólogoEspejo, Prologo3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
En la tierra...
Fionna vió como todas las animadoras salían ya cambiadas y maquilladas del vestuario despues de un ensayo, dejando el espejo libre. "Ya era hora, ya empezaba a pensar que romperian el espejo" pensó con arrogancia. Entonces se dirigió hacia el espejo y se vió, naturalmente, pero no como iba vestida en ese instante, con su ropa de animadora y el pelo recogido en una coleta alta, sino con una especie de gorro con orejas de conejo que solo dejaba ver su flequillo y una camiseta azul basica. Giró la cabeza en diagonal como señal de interrogación. Su reflejo se movió igual. Eso demostraba que era un espejo y no un video o una broma. Entonces se fijó en el fondo del espejo; no era el vestuario de chicas del instituto, sino una habitación hecha de madera, más que de madera, como si hubiese estado construida dentro de un arbol. Que raro. Para comprobar que de verdad era el espejo, alzó la mano
Dragon Age Fan Comic - Stronger IIDragon Age Fan Comic - Stronger II2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Why have you done this?” Fenris eventually repeated and faced her, so calm and restrained that Hawke immediatly became vigilant and slowly stood up. Although weakened, she still was able to hold her ground and look him into the eyes.
"When your mother appeared at my threshold and asked me to look for you in an “unusual” way, I already anticipated that you would be doing something foolish. But this.... THIS...” The anger returned into his eyes, even stronger than before, blazing and uncontrolled. “Haven’t your HEARD what I have told you? Did you think I described the pain WORSE than it had been?” Slowly he was coming back to her and forced her to move until her back hit stone and she was trappd between the wall and his body. “Do you really believe that I would witness again how a mage gains power with the help of this PERVERTED ritual??”
Rage radiated in heat from his body, and she knew that it wo
Mirror HeartsThe ground was a mirrorMirror Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And we watched each other fall
Neither of us could hear
But we knew the other called
We were both on a cliff
So close to the edge
Our hearts ripped
Neither wanted the other dead
We reached out our hands
Both covered in the others blood
We just couldn't stand
We still had so much left to love
The ground rushed up fast
But it was like the speed of light
We could see into the past
And watched each other fight
A crack started in the ground
And hell screamed for us to come home
That was the only sound
Accept for our hearts painful groan
No, we would survive
We smashed the mirror with our fists
We wanted to be alive
We grabbed each others wrists
I pulled you to safety
You pulled me onto solid ground
You saved me
And your smile was so loud
What if....?What if the love we shared wasn't as deep as we thought?What if....?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If it were as much as we thought
Wouldn't we be able to stop fighting about this?
Wouldn't we be able to settle our differences?
Don't you think we'd be able to resist?
If our love was as strong as we thought
Wouldn't we be able to find a better reason?
To stay together other than boredom and rejection
Wouldn't I be able to swallow my opinion?
If our love was as strong as we thought
Wouldn't we be able to smile?
Instead of feigning one in denial
If my love was as pure as the purest of springs
Wouldn't I be able to drop everything when you needed?
Wouldn't I be able to be less conceited?
If your love was as strong as the pull of gravity
Wouldn't you be able to love me all the time?
Be able to go smoothly along the ride
If our love was truly true
Wouldn't I always want to be there with you?
Wouldn't I want to listen to your complaints and learn what you knew?
Wouldn't I want to be there when you're happy, and catch you when you're
A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 Argh! That James Potter! I swear he's trying to make me pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower. I hate him and I hate his stupid glasses and his stupid hair and his stupid cute smile...A Tale of Two Ums: Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Is your name Flipendo, Evans? Because you knock me off my feet."
"Your smile is like Lumos; it really lights up a room."
"You don't need Stupefy to be stunning, Evans."
"Shut up!" I screech at him. He throws a pick up line at me every time we finish a class and it drives me up the wall.
I realise that everybody is looking at me now and I suddenly remember that I'm a Prefect. I compose myself and say quietly, "Please stop that, Potter. It's very irritating."
I walk away and try to ignore the snickers of Sirius as he teases James. "Ooh, she got you, Prongs! She's beaten you with the powers of smarts and sensibility." He spits out the words like the plague and it's all I can do to not spin around and hex him into obli
Crimson dreamerHaving woken up from a very dark dreamCrimson dreamer3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Full of bad things and remembering
He walks through the halls just in search
Making sure there's no trace of the hurt
There's no blood on his hands from his heart
There's no fire on the wood to start
There's no smoke in the air to destroy lungs
There's no monsters to kill all there young
No, in his dream's it was full of screaming
Everyone was gone or in the process of leaving
Blood covered there clothes and body
And every where he looked was foggy
But now it's just dark and quiet
Everyone's sleeping so it's silent
Where should he go, he wonders?
Not back to bed or under the covers
He can't go to his love
Because then there would be questions, all the above
He would have to lie and say I'm okay
No, nothings wrong with me today
But down deep he knows
That if it ever showed
It might actually come true
And then his life and everyone else's, would be through
The Painful LegacyThey are just...The Painful Legacy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words that I type...
Type out and erase
Over and over
Again and again...
Sometimes they feel like my very life...
I feel like..
I've poured my whole existence into those words.
I couldn't make them any deeper...
Unless I carved them into my own flesh...
Like they are connected to me..
Deeper than blood...
They mean more than the blood I would lose...
Like I can't do anything more than to,
leave those words behind.
The only thing people would remember?
Could they feel what I felt then?
Through the words written in my own blood?
Own life and loss?
Maybe tears would mix with them?
Is that silly..
To think about?
I just want to...
leave a legacy,
But all I can leave are bloody words.