Dear Yaoi Fangirls Dear Yaoi Fangirls,Dear Yaoi Fangirls9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Listen, I need you to do me an enormous favor. Lay off the drugs for just, like, an hour. Yea, I'm talking to you—you with the ominous glitter in your eye! You with the suspicious grin! You with the notepad labeled "Yaoi Fic Ideas!" You with the "SemexSeme is Hot" t-shirt! (Hey… where'd you get that? Just… curious…) Enough already!
Oh, no, I don't mean to dissuade you entirely from writing Yaoi. We all have our dirty little hobbies. I, for instance, Dr. Gregory House, stay up until the wee hours of the morning watching internet porn. My favorite one, actually, has four girls all going at it at once. I believe you call that "Yuri." I also happen to know that, despite what her kind and gentle exterior might make you think, Cameron tortures puppies in her free time. Sickening, isn't it?
All I'm asking is that you stop writing those fanf
Out of Eylsweyr - Chapter 2.1Out of Eylsweyr - Chapter 2.18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sun had set long ago on Bravil, the shanty town of Cyrodiil, one of the most decrepit cities of Tamriel
There was not much to see around, apart from Skooma dealers and cunning beggars, and the only sound attraction of the place was the statute of the Old Lady, which was said to bring luck to anyone who kissed it.
If people knew the stature was in fact a monument in the Night Mothers glory, and that, under it, was hiding her crypt, they would certainly not be as enthusiastic to kiss it, especially now the Unholy Matron seemed to be particularly enraged
I knew it! spat her voice, echoing between the walls in the crypt. I knew it! The situation is a complete mess again because of her!
Dont you think you are over dramatising a bit?
They said the Night Mothers voice had the ability to freeze people life in their veins. But the second voice was literally sucking it out
No! I am not! th
Out of Elsweyr - Chapter 16.2Out of Elsweyr - Chapter 16.26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 16.2 - Bayete, Incosi !
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Not bad Not bad at all.
Arms crossed behind his back, Bombassa stood up on the tips of his toes before falling back on his heels, a very satisfied look on his face as he admired the ranks before him.
All right! Atten-shun! the Redguard barked. In a wonderful harmonious whole, the troop stood to attention. Well ladies, isnt that bloody neat? he asked, turning around, his dark face illuminated by an ecstatic smile.
Standing behind him, Urzob gave him a blank.
Anirnes face twitched in anger. When youre done clowning around, she snarled curtly, We should go over plans prior to departing for Corinthe.
Aaah, relax Anirne! We ran through the check list ten times already. Bombassa waved dismissively. Look, our men are ready, fully equipped and Ralentus
Decaying VanityDecaying VanityDecaying Vanity9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ill let the wind part my hair,
The mud serves as face paint.
Grass be my petticoat,
And clouds become my shade.
Ill let the rain cleanse my flesh,
Decomposition at my feet.
Leaves veil my bare body,
And consider my friends the trees.
Ill let the Earth claim myself,
The bugs jewel my skin.
Moonlight to keep me company,
And weeds- my dying crib.
Beauty is still vain,
Even if you're a rotting
Zoofic - Studies of HomunculusOn the Behaviors, Appearances, and Territory of the Rare HomunculusZoofic - Studies of Homunculus10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The creature commonly known as the Homunculus is divided into seven subspecies: the Lust, the Gluttony, the rare European Wrath, the Greed, the Canadian Envy, the Sloth, and the Pride, which is commonly known as a Fuhrer to less versed observers. As a whole, Homunculi are becoming increasingly rare due to habitat loss, lack of prey, and hunting due to their fierce dislike of humans. As they are not as cute or as tolerant of other species as Elrics, or even the aggressive Mustang, there is little action from conservation groups to protect them.
One can recognize a Homunculus of any subspecies by finding the Oroboros marking on its body--the location varies with each subspecies, and it can be harder to find with some than others. Prides are the hardest to spot, as they wear patches over the eye that is marked with an Oroboros, and so are often labelled as Fuhrers. It is easy to recognize a Greed, a Lust, or a Cana
Unholy Mark Of SacrificeThe records of satanic crimesUnholy Mark Of Sacrifice9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reveal one unholy mark
The swords used in satanic sacrifices
Chant the verses of Death
The secrets of Satan worshipers
Hide underneath their house
The dungeons cry for life
As the children are sacrificed
Riding on the back of Lamb
Pulling life out of man
Crawling upon the victim's mind
Taking them to the Land of the Damned
The brutal rape by Satan's Son
The abusing curses over his victim
The emotions curled to face the death
Strong opposition against the angels
Pulverizing skull and melting brains
Punctured heart and overflowing veins
Follow their way to the dark catharsis
Into the depth of death - your purpose forsaken
Piranhas vs VampiresSebastian Lacroix was a distressed Ventrue.Piranhas vs Vampires6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One might argue it had to do with the fact that he was ruling over a city, Los Angeles, which hosted the highest vampire-per-human ratio in the whole World of Darkness, or perhaps blame it on the Kuejiin threat, the Gehenna craze, the ever present paranoia that made up the very core of Kindred existance.
That was obviously something, but he was quite well accustomed to it: he wore it nightly like his favourite Count of Florence shirt, with a somewhat loving countenance, knowing that without it, he wouldnt be the same.
No, the reason for which, that particular night he was feeling irked was to blame on his own . One of his own agents, in fact.
He shook his head, playing inadvertently with a pen on his desk. The Malkavian had always been a problem, starting from the very night she had been sired. Illegal siring, just when he was getting the feeling everyone else had learnt that he was now the Prince and that his word was la
Out of Elsweyr - Chapter 10.1Out of Elsweyr - Chapter 10.17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 10 The Clash of Civilisations
All right. Lucien said in between mouthfuls of the excellent spiced-gumbo-with-rice he was eating, using only three fingers of his left hand according to the Khajiit custom. Let me sum things up just to make sure I understand everything correctly
The Imperial paused, looking a bit hesitant, then finally shrugged and helped himself to more gumbo. The bad news he had just received had not so much as shaken his appetite. The least that could be said was that Lucien was doing justice to Elsweyr cuisine, under the amused glances of the other guests. The Imperial had met them all during the big party of the previous night, all of them high-ranking Khajiit from the SyndiCat though now far less wasted than during previous, owing to a more moderated amount of alcohol.
First was Sbu, an exotic female Tojay in charge of the entertainment department, whose revealing clothing wa
Out of Eylsweyr - Chapter 2.2)()( )()( )()( )()( )()(Out of Eylsweyr - Chapter 2.28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Far away from any bar brawls and strange creatures from the Multiverse, a young woman was walking along the banks of Lake Rumare. With the sun setting in the background and the pink orange sky reflecting in the water of the lake, the scene was very romantic and could have made a good subject for a painting or maybe for a poem. If only the girl was not talking loudly and gesticulating as if she was talking to someone while being apparently alone
You could have told me! After all we went through together, I thought you would trust me !Clairvoix exclaimed angrily.
Trust was not the problem, Clairvoix. Sigrid replied in an annoyed tone. I was afraid of your reaction if I mentioned my plans to you. And I was right!
It is just I hate being presented with a fait accompli!
The girl had a sarcastic smile.
Oh. And would you have react
two tired children'when the sky falls,' she whispered softly, playing with the ends of his hair, 'will you hold my hand?'two tired children10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
they sat in plastic chairs under the streetlight and staring at the stars. the road was empty and the city was hollow, littered with neon advertisements for underwear and french fries. the wind was cool, but not biting, soft and fresh around her neck as she hugged her body, grasping her shoulders and crossing her heart. she'd only brought one bag and she held it between her feet. her little red case of cds and jewelry. all he had was his guitar. she'd never seen him without it. they traveled light, perhaps hoping it'd rub off on their minds, as they sat with their tickets in their pockets and no money in their wallets. she looked up at his face.
'sure,' he said, touching her leg. 'sure i will.'
they turned their heads, looking straight ahead, watching the streetlight shudder and flicker, blinking and fighting as it struggled with the inevitable. it was silent, save for the quiet flow
To be Loved, Part 6--GaaLeeAki was sleeping in the waiting room of the hospital. Kankuro was steadily improving, but, just to make sure, Aki was always in that hospital, day in and day out. Since she was usually up all night, she was always tired. A lot of the time, Tenten had to take over watching, since Aki usually dropped off to sleep. This time, she was awoken by a loud ringing noise. She shot up, completely caught off guard.To be Loved, Part 6--GaaLee8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
IM AWAKE, IM AWAKE!!!!! She yelled to no-one in particular. Then she remembered the ringing, and realised that it was her mobile phone. Aki pulled it out of her pocket and answered.
Hey, wassup? She pondered.
Hi, its me, Yama. The voice on the other end said.
Oh, its you, Yama-chan! How are you?
Yama was Akis team mate. She was a girl who, for most of her life, didnt know any shinobi skills, until Aki taught her the basics, like the Bunshin no jutsu. Yama had long, mahogany brown hair, tied up in a bun w
To be loved, Part 5--GaaLeeLee stumbled into his hotel room, panting for breath, locking the door behind him. A bright blush was spreading across his face, making it a bright rouge colour.To be loved, Part 5--GaaLee9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What is this……………?
Lee had rushed back to his room after meeting Gaara on the roof of his house. After Gaara had kissed him for the third time in Lee's life, he felt a warmness spread throughout his body. It felt as if he was…………
Lee was confused.
What is this………I thought I liked Sakura-san! I am straight, darn it! Why am I feeling like this around Gaara?! I have never felt like this for a boy before…………but………he is so cute………..
Lee blushed profusely. He had just admitted to finding a boy "cute".
"Alright, so I admit he is cute, but…………that is no reason to like another boy! I am in love with Sakura-san! I am! Seriously! I love her! With all my heart! I swear!</i>
But, even as he was trying to tell himself this, he knew that it wasn't true.
Darn it………..Something must be wrong with me…………….Gaara-san…………
Sympathy, Tenderness"Ryou, what the hell happened to you? You look like the wrath of God!" Marik asked, shocked to see the state his friend was in. The host of the ring had a bruised cheek and a split lip, looking more fragile than before. He smiled awkwardly, widening the gash that had been inflicted on his mouth.Sympathy, Tenderness6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Some boys in the older years decided to use me as a punching bag...they said something about how popular I am with girls, but I wasn't paying much attention...don't worry, I'll be fine," he replied, false cheer straining his vocal chords. Marik gestured to his sofa, his violet eyes filled with worry.
"Sit down, let me get a look at you," he said, knowing that he wasn't telling the whole truth. As Ryou made his way over, Marik noticed how stiffly he walked, how his expression widened slightly in pain as he sat down. The Egyptian boy sat next to him and, looking him straight in the eyes, asked, "How badly are you hurt? The truth, Ryou." The silver-haired boy sighed.
"I think they bruised my back
Nemiah - a fragmentNemiah - a fragment10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Nemiah a Hesirion fragment.
Two gliding shadows, hot to the touch as they caressed the salt-glass sand, mingled and fused with the cooler unmoving shade of a tall Levaan Palm. The trees twisting stems marked the edges of the spreading fingers of the great Inship Desert; sun burned fingers that had long ago begun to stretch and claw their way into the cooler, ocean quenched lands of the Dol-Haalat, and here, at the north-western edge of the land of Hirad.
Dadengo, the sun, not quite halfway through his journey across the cloudless lapis lazuli ocean that served as the Haradi-Inship sky, shone as only a god could; and the heat of his love for this land would only increase as noon approached. Below, a pair of tattooed lizards danced a foot-cooling dance while keeping at least one of their rotating eyes on the interlopers.
Of the two owners of the now motionless shadows, the most immediately striking was the tall graceful woman. Poised like an ancient bronze st
Dead LettersTristan Taylor knew as soon as he heard the heavy metallic clank! of the doors behind him that he really, really didn't want to be here. He dreaded it. He'd been dreading this inevitable visit ever since Ryou was sent here a fortnight before. He didn't want to go to the mad house, didn't want to walk through these bland, soulless halls where the cries of the deranged could be heard behind every door, but he had to come. Had to. He was Ryou's friend, wasn't he? Coming here was what he should have done right after it happened, right? So why had he waited two weeks before gathering up the nerve to come? If he was truly his friend, he'd have been here much sooner. Right?Dead Letters6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No one else had bothered to visit. Why should they? Ryou had always been the odd one out, even in their group. No matter how polite, sweet and generally nice Ryou was, one question was always in the back of everyone's minds: Is he still wearing the Ring? As long as he had the Ring, he cou
Talmor's StoryTalmor's Story12 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"The scene is: you're hanging out at the arcade, when all of a sudden, a human walks in. Gallant and Tal, go!"
Delamar Gallant, tall, dark, brooding, and liable to kill anyone who used his first name, leaned against the brick wall with his arms folded high on his chest, attempting to affect a 'casual tough-guy' pose, and doing fairly well at it thanks to massive size. Talmor Dearth sauntered casually across the street a few paces away, acting the part of the cocky mortal, and failing miserably, having yet again forgotten to put his sketchbook down before entering a scene. Gallant strode boldly over to Tal, giving him the once-over.
"A human, here at the arcade, eh? You're asking to be meat."
"Oh?" replied Tal jauntily, "We'll see about that."
"Ding!" Arconin Wry called out gleefully, to be answered by a scowling Tal.
"Oh?" Tal repeated, "I just come for the entertainment." He tossed a glare at Arconin, as if askin
A Tear- AdditionsA Tear- Additions12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was sitting.
My lips they quivered,
cried for a touch.
When the taste of salt reached,
my lips- my tongue ever satisfied.
Drops they had captured.
Savoured the figures full of life.
Turn the corner- into a room.
A young man does cry,
at the foot of his bed.
Slowly drops land
Placed upon the ground.
Losing peices of himself,
they're fallen, gone for good.
Something that was once so important
-such a piece of him-
How could it be forgotten- lost,
or does he count them as they leave?
Down the street there is a girl,
about the age of 21,
Collecting the tears in a jar,
trapping them, like a memory.
This brings her an idea of forever being,
a tear for a tear.
love for all of you.
and all of us;
Has brought me to know this very thing,
we love, but forget so well.
It's easier to lose a part of you when-
your heart is broken
or when your skin's ripped open.
All pain just makes you ignore,
the fact of missing you,
Spread across the floor.
I seem to be
Out of Elsweyr - Chapter 15.3Chapter 15.3 - Noodles, Black Pudding and Spider of DoomOut of Elsweyr - Chapter 15.37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(...) Someone screamed. A scream so powerful it made both Lucien and JGhasta jump in surprised.
The Khajiit hissed internally. By Sithis, was it impossible to have a quiet conversation around here without being interrupted by screams?
It was not so much the interruption that perturbed JGhasta this time, the scream was very different than the ones which usually pierced the nights of Howldeath. It was not expressing total despair and sadness, but sheer horror.
Lucien and JGhasta exchanged a quick glance. The boy looked totally terrified.
It came from the factory he said in a tiny voice. You know, the one on the other side of the chapel.
Without waiting for more explanations, JGhasta jumped to his feet, bursting out of the chapel, followed by Lucien, begging him to wait and not to run so fast.
Once outside, the Khajiit rushed toward the back entrance of the factory before stoppin
Who's Hurricane Donathan?When I was born, a hurricane was named after me. No, not the other way around. The hurricane was named after me. Turns out you can write in to whoever's in charge of such things and suggest future names. You know, like Ivan and George and Lili and all of those. Bet you didn't know it worked that way, huh? Most people don't. Me, I've known for as long as I've been able to talk. And wondered even longer what sort of hurricane it would be. What? Yeah, that's right. You write in the names you want in advance. And with hurricane season as it is, they estimated my name wouldn't be used for a good seventeen years. What's my name? Oh, sorry, I guess I didn't introduce myself. I never have been good about manners; my mom complains that I always seem so preoccupied, and never listen when she's talking. What was I about to say? Oh, yeah.Who's Hurricane Donathan?11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name's Donathan. Weird name, huh? My dad wanted me to be called Jonathan, and my mom wanted me to be called Don. Why did she
Sudden WarmthSoft, warm hands.Sudden Warmth5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Completely out of the blue, unexpected and, for a moment at least, unwanted. It makes you wonder, if she's as obsessively in love with the blue faker, surely she'd know what he actually looks like? I could understand if it were night-time we have similar silhouettes, after all but in the middle of the day? It makes me wonder. I guess, when it comes to him, she loses all reason (and sense of sight). Whatever mistake she made, however, I'm glad for it.
One moment I was gearing up for our mission, surveying the scenery and preparing to run to where I was needed. The next, something small and soft and loud hurtled into my back. As I lurched forward from the impact, she slipped her arms around my shoulders as if I was an old friend.
"Oh, Sonic! I thought I'd never see you again! I'm so glad you made it!" her girlish voice bellowed in my ear. For a moment, I felt surprise, then annoyance. Whoever this girl was, she clearly had the wrong person, and she really
Hellsing: Bright eyes ~Hellsing: Bright eyes~Hellsing: Bright eyes6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The rain came down hard, washing away whatever was left burning of the once great city of London. Everyone and everything was dead and burnt.
A few stragglers had managed to take refuge, some even burying themselves deep in the basements of their houses and flats, others in the dark underground tunnels.
Among those that weren't hiding, the ones that were fighting; the Hellsing organization, The Iscariots and the letzes battoulion millenium.
It was long and drawn out, but finally, the villains where defeated.
But what no one saw, was the inner pain and war that raged within some of those fighting.
~Anderson and Maxwell~
Like a son.
Like a brother.
Like a friend.
Like a pupil.
Anderson had now lost someon
Perfection"I need you, Franziska. Ever since I met you, I've needed you. Is that wrong?"Perfection4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She knew what the answer was, or what it should be. Her papa had drilled it into every aspect of her life: Perfection. Everything must be absolutely perfect, from work to hobbies to love. She remembered tentatively asking him, back when she was too young to know herself, What kind of man would you like to be my husband? He just smiled and said, As long as he is as perfect as you, and not slow you down, then any man you like. (with a heavy emphasis on "man"). Back then, being involved with a woman never even crossed her mind. Why should it? Anything other than that would be imperfect. She remembered it very clearly, when they once took a walk together and spied two women holding hands; his grimace and the muttered curse, the silent, sneering judgement: Deviants, all of them. The youth of today
Even though he wasn't alive anymore, she still tried to live up to his expe
Vulcanos- HArpg breed sheetVulcanos breed-Vulcanos- HArpg breed sheet7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Horses of the lava
FAQ is at the bottom
Stone is the sole founding stallion of this breed. He stole a herd of black and grey mares, a herd that he has kept up over the generations. As one of the immortals, he will continue to sire foals forever, keeping the breed in existence through history.
Because he is an immortal, his genetics allow unlimited inbreeding of his foals with no degradation until the third generation. Aka full or half siblings that he fathered can inbreed, and their offspring can inbreed, but any further inbreeding will cause problems. The exact cause of this is unknown- it is theorized that his genes are borderline incompatible with normal horses and as such cause problems when they are no longer the dominant genetic information in the horse.
Firetone: colors, markings and patterns of red/yellow/orange. Can be pure or dark red, pure orange, or pure yellow, but are usually a mix of all three- looks like the flickering flame of a wood fire.
LowencasterLowencaster was a quiet village. It always had been. The people there were quiet people. The landscape was an overall silent landscapeunless you counted the soft breeze that occasionally flowed between the buildings, creating a soft and gentle whoosh that was too soothing to be called anything but quietfree from the chaos and destruction that had laid general waste to large parts the rest of the world. Its people, for the most part, were farmers, who spent their days out in the fields planting their crop, working their crop, harvesting their crop. A few did tend to the animals, mostly cows and horses, though there was an occasional goat to be found. The children did what children do, though their antics were overall subdued and allowable when measured beside those of most children of the world. The women cooked the meals and cared for the children, and the men cared for the womenwith tLowencaster8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This