PaybackIt wasn't like Protoman didn't have anything better to do than go looking to fight his brother. He just couldn't think of anything better to do. Heat Man and Needle Man had been summarily scrapped after their failure at rigging Governor Deacon's election, and Proto didn't feel like sticking around to recycle what was left of them. Dark Man he could've hung around with, but he was being repaired, and the other Robot Masters were busy fixing the Skullker. Wily himself was no help, either. Last Proto had checked the Doc was trying to come up with a new scheme to conquer the world after their failure to capture Brain Bot.Payback4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Left to his own devices, the only thing Protoman could think of would be to go after Megaman.
"Trouble is," he muttered, "how? I know where Light's lab is, but it's not like I could just walk in there not after what I did," he added with a slight smirk. Gaining his family's trust and betraying them had been one part of the plan that'd worked perf
Light Character Study: PurgeCategory: Space Channel 5 Part 2Light Character Study: Purge5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Role: Villain Anti-hero
A Light Character Study
Attempting to figure out the past of an antagonist with next to nothing to look at is a challenge to say the least. It's like searching for that one lost puzzle piece in the dusty, old attic until you realize that there's more than one piece missing, and you keep searching and searching until you're looking at only a few pieces in your hands; the very same ones you started with, give or take a couple.
Such is the nature of one "Purge" from the world - galaxy, excuse me - of Space Channel 5 Part 2. There are very few facts known about the eighteen year-old, who designed his first robot at nine years-old, is blood type A, and is leader of the Rhythm Rogues, a mysterious dance troupe that winds up being made up of mostly robots. Only two humans were ever with the troupe: Purge himself and his ground leader, Shadow. Although considering the identity of the latter, the whole situati
DevotionMy husband dangled something in front of my face. I stopped in the middle of what I was doing to see what it was. There seemed to be a suppressed brightness to the object, and quickly I realized that it was the necklace I used to always wear. That is, until I had a reason to stop wearing it. But I don't share that story with anyone, nor does he.Devotion4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Regardless, I was shocked, and surprised, to see it again. The necklace was a silver locket that my best friend had gifted to me as a birthday and Christmas present; both her and her friend worked hard to give me this beautiful locket, which had inside of it a citrine pendant that would shine as bright as my love for my husband. There were intricate designs on the locket that could let you see the stone without having to open it, and the designs kept the brightness dimmed, but opening it would make the light brilliant. The pendant was brightest when I wore it, second brightest when a loved one held it, and otherwise looked like a normal stone w
Medicated Sanity.Medicated Sanity.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't like medication. Yes, it has made me feel better. But only by distracting me from my thoughts.
Now instead of being immersed in thoughts, I'm on constant routine.
It goes like this. Medicated sleep, medicated wake up, medicated sleep, medicated wake up. And repeat. Day after day. Plus counseling every week.
It's like I'm on an assembly line. Going to each machine which break me or add onto me. All in hope to build a me fit for society. It's painful to to have them break pieces of myself away, then add on foreign things like new ideas and hope. It's something I'm not use to nor would I ever plan to be.
But like machinery, I feel cold within this clockwork tracks. Day then Night. But where am I? I'm lost within the gears of medicated sanity...
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
The OutcastThey years were young, the days were red,The Outcast4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The old ones took their sleeping meds
And Strummer sang in major keys
Of how to set the young bloods free
The streets ran red, the riots churned,
And all the elder cities burned,
The kids sang Hallelujah knells
And rang the Revolution Bells!
So all the punks were born that day
In a golden rush to die
They made a many-minded mass
That stretched into the sky.
And the outcasts stormed the center
With their newfound pretty words
Of "anarchy" and "riot"
And wrecked the rebel curve
Their songs were forged in power
And formed in discontent
The outcasts took the center
Singing "We will not relent!"
And the punks grew up and settled down
And burned their stages to the ground
And raised a bunch of hypocrites
Like rats aboard a plague-bound ship
Now look into their onyx eyes
And tell me what you see
If you see a bunch of watching drones
Then you're seeing just like me.
In the center stands the outcast
And the watchers on the edge
Because there's nothing g
Sherlock : Million reasonsSherlock Holmes loves John Watson for many reasons. Even with his giant intellect he isn't able to list all of them. Mostly because every time he thinks he knows all of them, John Watson shows him something new, something he loves just as much as other things. His doctor is a never-ending puzzle with so many small elements... Other times John reminds him of reasons he had almost forgot. Like the fact that when it's winter John is always doing a cocoa in the evening.Sherlock : Million reasons4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock loves his smile (so bright and kind). The way he giggles (because the way John Watson giggles is the most extraordinary chuckle he ever heard). His face when he is asleep (peaceful and relaxed). He adores the fact that John is always preparing him a cuppa when he is working (it doesn't help because he is focusing on his doctor then, but he likes it anyway), and leaves him breakfast if John has left for work before he gets up (but he never leaves the flat without waking him up, saying 'hello', kissing and wishing hi
Christmas Dinner 2It's a strained affair of course, even before Mycroft is called away to answer a phone call and subsequently everyone can hear him shouting threats in Cantonese, his voice skittering staccato down the oak panelled hallway into the dining room. His parents don't get on and Sherlock isn't sure he can remember a time when they did. It is not the violent, passionate kind of not getting on that Sherlock has seen couples partake in (albeit in the fleeting glimpses he's had of soap operas).Christmas Dinner 25 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead it's an upper class kind of not getting on, a seething undercurrent of resentment. His father won't look his mother directly in the eye, and she always says his first name in the tone that people usually reserve for 'pestilence'. Plates are never hurled at his father's head and his mother always goes to his business dinners immaculately well groomed and at her most charming. They won't divorce, it would be 'too vulgar'. He's counting down the minutes until he can escape back t
Scorpius's Decision 5He couldn't sleep. That much was painfully obvious after fifteen minutes of staring at his ceiling. Where was bathtime? Where was that last apple, please daddy, before bed? Where was Perry landing on him just before Scorpius's little body followed because he couldn't sleep without just one more hug?Scorpius's Decision 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
Bloody hell, was his sleep cycle really that reliant on his son? He rolled out of bed, padded across the hall to his office to grab a sheet of parchment.
I realize how late it is and I do hate to bother you. I find myself
What? What could he write here? He missed his son, missed the routine. He vanished the last line.
Could we chat? A floo call would be simpler, if you don't mind.
Shaking his head, he rolled up the small sheet and wandered up to his little attic. There was hardly enough room to stand in it if one looked at the house from the outside, but Draco had always been fond of the charming little idea of having a bi
ConversationGabriel fidgeted, rolling his shoulders every ten seconds as he tried to get comfortable.Conversation5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Damn wings." He muttered to himself, not caring if anyone saw them as he flapped them around slowly.
His wings were huge. They weren't different or impressive colors, like red or orange or black. They were pure white, stretching from the floor to approximately two feet from the motel ceiling. The feathers were ruffled, itching and making him uncomfortable, and it was driving him insane.
"Your wings need grooming."
"You think I don't know that already?" Gabriel grumbled, finding it unnecessary to turn around to see who was speaking to him. He already knew.
Castiel sighed and sat on the bed, looking up at his older brother with his usual soulful gaze. "Why don't you groom them?"
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll give myself a massage while I'm at it."
Castiel tilted his head.
Gabriel sighed. "Grooming my own wings isn't the easiest thing in the world."
In truth, he just didn't like doing it by h
Scorpius's Decision 2Scorpius-Scorpius's Decision 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
"That's me." The boy tapped at the letters at the top of the page, interrupting before his father had really had a chance to begin. "Harry wrote me a letter."
"So I see." Draco Malfoy adjusted his son more comfortably in his lap. "Shall I read it to you or are you going to talk over me?"
He looked up through bangs that were in need of yet another trim. Draco resisted the sigh, only brushing his fingers through the soft strands. His hair grew like a weed but, as his mother informed him each time he complained, his own hair had been just as quick. "Read it, read it! I wanna know what my letter says, daddy!"
Now Draco did sigh, lifting the letter up again.
You're right. It has been a whole three weeks since I saw you last.
"That's a long time," the boy interrupted and Draco congratulated himself on ignoring it.
I would love to see you more often, really, but the cases I've been on lately have been tough ones. You know I
Scorpius's Decision 3Scorpius flew straight into Harry's arms the moment he stumbled in through the floo. Draco tried, as he always did, to not smirk at the auror. Honestly, he'd been dealing with them at least since he was eleven; the man should know how to execute a better landing by now. But then he tilted his head up, fingers stroking through Scorpius's hair, and offered a sheepish smile. Draco's lips had no choice but to abandon the smirk and become an answering curve of lips.Scorpius's Decision 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Well, Potter, it's been a while."
"Yeah, sorry. Pansy Parkinson's cousin was being tried based on circumstantial evidence for... something." And the glance Harry aimed at the child let Draco know that it was a very serious something, even if he hadn't already known about the case. Pans had floo called him for the first time in months to rant about it. "Anyway, Ron and I did some digging and managed to clear her."
"Yes. I'd heard." She'd also called to brag. "Very well done, Auror."
"Thanks." He straightened, letting Scorpius ta
Scorpius's Decision 4Ten years ago, had anyone had told him he'd be eating dinner with the Weasleys, his first inclination would've been to ask, "You mean I'll be alive in ten years?" After all, it had been rather touch-and-go that year... Eleven years? No, he'd been trying to murder Dumbledore... sort of. Hating every moment of it.Scorpius's Decision 44 years ago in Romance More Like This
Twelve years. He cast a tempus charm, studied the little date that appeared along with the odd-looking clock. No. Thirteen years. Thirteen years ago that day Harry had been underwater, being the hero he'd always been. Thirteen years ago, Draco had known that there was a plan to bring his father's Lord back, but it hadn't quite struck the chord it probably should have.
Thirteen years ago, he'd been - he could admit - a stuck-up twit, incredibly jealous that Harry bloody Potter was in this tournament and actually looking forward to...
Draco sighed. He hadn't known exactly what would happen, hadn't quite put it all together in his fourteen year old mind that having the Dark Lord b
Intangible - Chapter 1Intangible - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warnings: Strong Language, Slash M/M, Scenes of sexual nature, violence
Pairing: Harry / Draco
Notes: First off, thank you muchly to Shigure-san for being my wonderful Beta on this story. Secondly, all credit for the preview image goes to Ninidu on DA. And thirdly, if you're expecting some real hardcore scenes of M/M slash, this is not your story. There will be 'implied' scenes, but no actual full on NC-17 rated scenes. But you can leave that up to your imagination (;
Azkaban was not a place one would be likely to visit on a daily basis. However, under the circumstances, Draco Malfoy was an exception to that rule.
The Ministry of Magic was in a rather peaceful state, for the time being. It had been a slow couple of months; ever since the last Death Eater had been caught, crime seemed to have decreased incredibly. Of course Draco was a Death Eater, but luckily for him the great Harry Potter had saved him yet again, from a fate
Same Coin -ArthurMerlin- Ch 3There was an awkward silence, both before and after Merlin and Arthur had eaten and the dark haired boy sat by the fire with a frown on his lips. It made no sense to him, Arthur was all but avoiding him like he was sick with the plague. Didn't Arthur realize that they were stuck there and that if they didn't help each other, they could be in danger? Well at least Arthur would, he'd probably starve, the prince was rubbish at cooking or doing anything with food besides eating it.Same Coin -ArthurMerlin- Ch 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
But something had changed between them and Merlin could feel it, almost as if Arthur was purposefully avoiding him, and if he wasn't avoiding him, he was always watching him. It had been hard for him not to notice it. At first Merlin was convinced that it was Gwen the prince had been staring at since the first several times he had seen his gaze, he had been with her. However, the lingering looks had become more frequent and more directed at him and him alone. It made his heart beat fast, his cheeks flush, but he
Aperture Plasmids Ch 8After what felt like ages, Chell stirred. It was Wheatley's concerned voice that drudged her up from the depths of her dreamscape, blinking away the last of its phantoms as she looked up at him.Aperture Plasmids Ch 84 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Oh thank god," he sighed with relief. "I'd started to worry you broke or something "
She shook her head, standing up slowly and brushed her pants off. Looking around, she neither saw or heard Rick. Favoring her companion with a questioning glance, she recalled what had happened just before her unexpected nap and rubbed furiously at the handprint on her cheek.
"Right, that guy," Wheatley grumbled with his panels shifting in their best imitation of his shrug. "He's going up ahead of us to see if he can keep the way mostly cleared out. But really, the worst of the Splicers are the ones that hide around in the maintenance areas. All former subjects, all wielding a dangerous cocktail of plasmids, and all highly territorial psychopa---uh I'm not helping, am I?"
Chell looked exas
Demons and the Angel Part 2Demons and the Angel Part 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dean got out of the car and walked up to the hospital that Gabriel had been sent to Sam soon joined him as they went into the Lobby and saw the desk and he went up to it and started to talk to the receptionist, who nodded and took a look at his paper and nodded, pointing down the hall.
"C'mon, Sam," Dean said and Sam nodded with a swallow, he hated hospitals ever since their dad had died to yellow eyes at one
Dean got to the room he had been pointed at and scowled, his nose wrinkled.
"Do you smell what I think that is?" Dean asked, suddenly tense. Sam could smell it too
"Sulfur " Sam sighed as they opened the door to the room and Dean muttered something as he went to a window and opened it to air out the room, which smelled of Sulfur as well
"Sam Demons were in here, there's no question about it " Dean muttered as Sam pulled a chair over to where Gabriel lay, oxygen tubes up his nose and the heart monitor going, as well as a brainwave one too
The Candy Man -Sam and Gabe-The Candy Man -Sam and Gabe-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sam slowly opened his eyes, blinking at the light that overwhelmed his senses as the scent of sweets and chocolate assaulted his nose. His body ached, each muscle screaming in protest as he forced himself to sit up. Where the hell am I? He couldn't think clearly, and not until his eyes became adjusted to the light did he realize where he was, or at least he hoped he wasn't where he appeared to be. Everything in the room around him appeared to be made of candy, sweets, chocolate, or all three of them in some arrangement. It was like a scene right out of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory Hell Sam was fairly certain that it was the factory scene from the movie. Gabriel Sam fought back a low growl, as he got to his feet, wary about his surroundings.
At least there's no singing Oompa Loompas, Sam thought as he looked around, brushing his hair back out of his eyes.
Scorpius's Request 9Auror Potter,Scorpius's Request 94 years ago in Drama More Like This
I must preface this with the admission that your owl came as a complete surprise. I'm not surprised that you know how to read, certainly, but that you'd choose my meager musings is flattering. You undoubtedly know your reputation better than any, so please understand that my perception of you has just been rocked a bit, hence this almost rudely late reply. My apologies for keeping you waiting and my assurance that should you choose to write in the future, I won't push your letter to the side and hesitate with every word.
To answer your questions - yes, I get the first often and one of these days I'll send a press release to the Prophet informing the masses. For now, I answer individually and am surprised always that the consistency of thinking doesn't irritate as I once thought it would.
Anyway, your questions. To the first, yes, I am ahead of my publications. Two books ahead, actually. I began writing this series early in my fai
Hydrochloric Coffee - 1Hydrochloric Coffee - 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John Watson gave a low sigh, running a hand up through his short army-cut hair, as the passing torrent of rain continued ceaselessly before him, offering no chance of let up. He was anxious to return home, having been away for the night, and left Sherlock to his own devices which really wasn't a good idea. Of course the man was a brilliant master-mind, a narcissistic genius in-fact, but he often neglected to think about the important things. Such as eating, drinking, sleeping oh and breathing, as that was fairly important too, no matter how boring Sherlock may have claimed it to be.
When the Doctor had last left his friend, Holmes had been lunging frantically around the apartment in a fit of zeal, blabbering triumphantly to himself in what appeared to be an interesting merge of French, English and Latin. He'd been up on a thirty-six hour stint without food, or sleep for that matter, and had been high as a kite on his own adrenalin and nicotine. Watson had managed to negotia
SPN - Roadside Diner"Don't you dare."SPN - Roadside Diner3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Aw, come on Dean."
"No, Sammy. We're not going to do it."
"We're not, but I definitely am."
"No, Sammy. You'll go straight to hell."
"You will. It's in the Bible!"
Dean hurriedly pulled a small Bible out of his pocket. "Look. See, right there."
" . . . Dean, there are only ten Commandments, not eleven."
"Are there though? Count again."
"Dean, everyone knows that there are only Ten Commandments. But even if there were more, I highly doubt the pocket Gideon Bible chose to write in the eleventh in ketchup . . ."
"Hey, I paid extra for the ketchup detail!"
"No, you didn't. That came free with your burger and I just saw you write it in that Bible. And, even if I hadn't, I highly doubt that when they were committing heavenly scripture to paper though they failed to predict such wonders as the pope, electricity and the gay rights movement, they managed to include 'thou shalt not film drunk angels and put them on yout
Anonymous - Lucius x GilderoyAnonymous - Lucius x Gilderoy4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The past few months had been a haze; people had filtered in and out of his room with recognisable smiles, but the memory of their faces was a blur. He couldn't even remember how he had gotten to be in the white washed room. Any form of mirror had been avoided, so the man didn't even know what he looked like. With a large amount of effort he turned over, focusing on the rectangular photo frame which was on the bed-sit beside him. It had a moving picture of a young man, handsome, riding some kind of broom like in a fairytale who was clad in royal blue robes which were decorated by a proud raven. Written in the corner was "I brought this to help you remember LM", and even with that the picture made no sense. He wondered for a moment if that could have been him: but how could someone so proud end up in a place so terrible - and so he had assumed that the man photographed was this allusive 'LM'.
He was forced out of his momentary lapse and pushed back into the real wor