Still in the Friend Zone"What are you trying to figure out?" Garrus asked as he saw the look of concentration on Shepard's face. He'd seen it all too often on the battlefield, but rarely when they were just talking.Still in the Friend Zone3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"How did you...?" She asked before smiling and shaking her head. "It's nothing... just wondering something..." She trailed off, returning to her drink. He followed her gaze to find that she had been looking at the turian and quarian couple who were still at the bar, just as they were.
"What?" He asked and she sighed, still smiling and shaking her head.
"Doesn't matter..." She muttered and he nudged her shoulder with his own.
"Come on." He said and she sighed.
"I was just... wondering about them again..." She admitted and Garrus raised a brow plate.
"Wasn't the point of this to get your mind off romance?" He asked and she sighed.
"I guess... I was just... Never mind." She said, shaking her head again.
"Okay, now I'm officially curious." He said and she downed her drink before continuing.
"I was jus
I'd Like Food, Please [RomanoXReader]Romano really didn't like Italy all that much. So what could be worse than having him over for a visit? Having two Italies over for a visit, of course! His 'idiot brother' had insisted on bringing his friend as well. It was easy to see why he liked her. The woman was just like him, minus the pasta obsession.I'd Like Food, Please [RomanoXReader]3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Romano had sent his little brother upstairs to ask their guest what she would like for dinner, after Italy had suggested they eat pasta for the sixth night in a row. Not that he minded pasta of course. And he certainly didn't mind what she thought! He just felt that a change would be good. Yeah...that was it.
Speaking of which, Italy was taking an awfully long time to ask a simple question. There were two obvious explanations for this. The more probable of the two being that Italy simply forgot. You know, after getting distracted by a tear in the wallpaper or something. The other one, not as likely, but still possible, was that she started talking about something else, and BOTH of
Being HumanYou could be anybody.Being Human3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything has a right to live.
But it all is made of the beholder because it can't be made out of something else.
"People are funny toys for me.
I know how to rule them very well".
An ordinary writing for a fifteen-year-old with a spiky bracelet and black lipstick.
"I may be Another..."
"People are grey mass!"
"Vampires, werewolves, wizards, boom, boom, bobobobobooooooommmmmm..."
Being human is not in fashion now.
Of course, every thought creates a new world somewhere away.
The world has very own ideas, but we can't reveal them.
"What did I do that everyone treats me in such a way?!
I am too soft, I forgive everyone!
I must be stronger than them!"
Being stronger not obligatory means being stubborn and deaf.
Changing the world doesn't mean alien invasions or that.
See it yourself and forgive.
Forgiving is so simple and so hard.
But - simply do it.
It will mean you're a human.
Not a machine made for creating its twins.
"He wanted to be alive?! He didn't
GilbertxReader: Breathless - Chapter OneGilbertxReader: Breathless - Chapter One4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Click clack click clack...
With every step the heels of my pumps smacked against the gritty pavement.
The somber gray veil of clouds drifting over the hazy city was an omnipresent reminder of the approaching rain. The mass of people I was pushing against felt the same way; they were all clad in coats, hats, and umbrellas. I gritted my teeth and tugged my own trench coat tighter against my body at the thought. Towering skyscrapers, so tall they seemed to curve in on me, shadowed my path towards the subway.
I bumped into a stout man cloaked in a charcoal jacket and fedora, muttering a small sorry. He didn't even bother to peer up; he grunted indifferently and continued on his way.
I sighed deeply. It seemed my existence was as infinitesimal here as it was back home.
I felt a droplet of water land upon my hatted head. I looked up at the cloudy origin of the splash. Almost instantly there were thousands that followed in it's wake. 
I came upon the terminal that I was look
Landlocked 35Landlocked 356 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Mademoiselle, if you keep moo-ving, I can't accurately take your measure-ments," the seamstress said in exasperation as she lifted the princess's arm for the umpteenth time from its slumped position. Ariel tried her best to keep her arms straight and her back rigid, but ever since she had been dragged from Jim she felt like huddling in a corner and crying. The brunette, short from Ariel's perspective from the two-foot-tall podium. lowered her tape measure and looked into her client's face. She gave the lovesick girl a small smile. "I know eet must be scary, being zo helpless and zo far away from home, but--" the woman, only a couple years Ariel's senior, sighed and wrapped the measuring tape around the teenager's tiny waist. "-- once you marry ze prince, he'll be sure to alert your family, even get ze finest physicians to treat your voice."
Ariel nodded, but her arms slumped again, and the dress maker put the measuring tape away in resig
Poem of the Awesome PrussiaThe Poem of the Awesome PrussiaPoem of the Awesome Prussia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Author's Note: ...I got bored, thought of Prussia, and thus born was this! o_O]
Sir Prussia, thy name is so neat!
Probably an interesting person to meet!
Thy awesomeness level is quite so high,
Reaching up to places in the sky.
Thy are that one in a million.
The best around, probably in a trillion!
If you are as awesome as you say,
then you shall forever stay that way!
Thus was the night before Soul Eater Christmas...Thus was the night before Christmas,Thus was the night before Soul Eater Christmas...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all through the house,
Black*Star was yelling,
Disturbing the mouse!
Tsubaki tried all she could.
She gave him a toy,
Even made him a food dish,
But nothing could silence the young boy!
It woke up the partners Soul and Maka.
Maka was the first to try.
But even with a book to his head,
He just passed it by!
Soul tried next.
With his scythe right arm,
He gave the boy a blow to the head,
And he suffered quite a bit of harm.
None the less,
Black*Star continued to yell,
About how Santa wasn't going to come,
Then he stopped when he heard a bell.
In came the jolly man,
Through the door with his big sack,
He told Black*Star to go back to sleep,
Or he wouldn't get his video game pack.
So the boy went to bed,
And all went back to silence at last.
Tired Soul, Maka, and Tsubaki looked at Santa,
Wondering how he was there so fast!
With a red cheeked grin,
Saint Nick pulled down his beard,
And with his hat falling off,
Death The Kid appeared!
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"Where is he?" Sable stomped her right foot, hands on her hips. Captain Harris looked up lazily from his maps and slowly withdrew his cigar from his mouth. He exhaled a cloud of smoke in the duchess's general direction.
"You know very well who!" Sable growled. "Jim Hawkins, where is he?"
"I don't reckon I know, missy."
Sable fumed a moment, then hissed slowly, "My cousin orders his presence for supper. NOW."
The captain sighed, situating his captain's hat on the crown of his head. "The boy tol' me not to tell a soul where he is... but I guess you don't have one o' them, eh Sable?"
Sable squinted at the man. "It's Duchess to you."
Captain Harris nodded, waving her comment off. "He's on the spar deck, makin' fishing nets. Don't anger him, awright Duchess? When he checked in an hour ago, he seemed rearin' to strangle a gizzard."
Sable frowned but, acknowledging the captain was trying to be polite to a certain degree, nodded.
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The trip back to the villa was consensual after the shirt affair, and relatively uneventful.
Jim had Max fetch his crutches and, finding that his new houseguest was also a bit wobbly, lent her one. After managing to steady each other by putting one arm around the others neck, they began the small adventure of staying aloft and walking simultaneously. In the end, it took them about thirty minutes to walk the one hundred meters to the summer home.
Immediately upon crossing the threshold, Ariel was entranced with the dwelling. It was quaint and bright, with glass French doors and lots of windows. There was a decorative fireplace surrounded by creamy leather furniture in the living room near the spacious kitchen (it was Chef Louies villa, after all). Having finally gained her land legs, the new human excitedly examined every inch of her new abode, Max, who thought she was looking for tasty leftovers, following eagerly behind her.
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Ariel took Urchins request like a blast of cold air to the face. Refreshing, relieving, yet--
Why? Ariel asked, shaking the shock from her mind. Urchin laughed his beautiful laugh.
Take a look around, he said. I live in a hovel, confined to the ocean that everyone knows. Nowhere to go, nowhere to call my own. Everyone here knows my past and they treat me different for it. I want a clean slate, Ariel, and new things. Like you.
Ariel sat back, thinking this over.
Theres no way I can say no without sounding like a hypocrite, she mused aloud.
Of course, Urchin smiled. I planned it that way.
Have you thought this out? She asked, trying to be mature.
Have you? H countered. The excuses you gave me earlier were just that: excuses. If we go to the surface, theres no coming back, not even for a visit. Youre to important. You
Landlocked 48Landlocked 485 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
From that night on the two teenagers were inseparable, having picnic lunches on the beach, going for swims, and watching the stars. However, Jim would not allow kissing, or many displays of affection at all.
"I want to spend time with you, but we can't kid ourselves." He said maturely when she pouted at his rejection. "I'm leaving, and that will be the end of any romantic relationship we have. I want to spend this limited time with you without all the emotional baggage that comes with tragic love."
"You're not very romantic, you know that?" Ariel growled. She drew random circles in the sand with her fingers for a while in silence before saying in an offhanded manner, "But you still-- like like me, right?"
Jim blushed, a bit irked by her juvenile yet entirely charming behavior. "What do you think?"
A couple days later, they attended Prince Eric's wedding.
Eric and Jeanette had a modest yet be
You Came Here For MoreSesmia greeted Cian fondly by instantly cocooning him in a blanket of humidity and powerful heat. Cian shouldn't have been surprised; after all, he had been here just a few weeks/months earlier when the rainy season began. Rainy seasons in tropical rainforests brought endless heat and humidity, he knew that. The problem was that Taltreau had been a mostly mountain and river worldvery little humidity. Taltreau's climate ranged from cool and pleasant to blisteringly cold. Sesmia ranged from warm and sweaty to unbearably hot and humid. The sudden transition threw Cian for a few seconds, and he had to wait to adjust to the completely different climate before heading down a trail he barely knew.You Came Here For More3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thankfully the memories of romping through this forest were still fresh in Cian's mind. Eternals had impressively expansive memory, therefore it was easy for Cian to remember the hidden path in the muddy grass and bro
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Ariel gazed up at the gold sculptures and painted murals curling around the high, arched ceiling in the main reception room, her jaw slack in awe. Jim was explaining the nature of their visit to one of the many butlers in the palace. The grey-haired, balding man stared at the redhead for a moment, gasped, and then enthusiastically scurried off, not asking why the girl was wearing boy's clothes and gaping at the ceiling. If this was the one, it wouldn't matter.
"I've told Brigan what our-- business here is." The spacer told Ariel, tapping her on the shoulder to jolt her from her revelry. "He will go alert the prince of your arrival. However," Jim exhaled out of the side of his mouth. "Eri-- the prince has been absent for a few days, and so has quite a bit of paperwork to catch up on. It might be a while before he is able to receive us, giving you plenty of time to--" He nodded toward her bag. "Get pretti--er." Ariel held her breath
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The council was set up on a long table on the beach, one end reaching a good five feet past the surf so the mer-guests could take their places at the table. Besides King Triton and Ariel, there were six humans in attendance: the queen, Eric, Captain Harris, and the ministers of agriculture, defense, and war. The peace meeting went relatively well, considering this was the first formal meeting ever between human and merfolk, though it almost came to blows once when the humans brought up oceanic fishing rights. However, with Ariel's help, the squabble was soon rectified. By the end of the four-hour meeting, the two countries had laid out a suitable compromise. Atlantica would aid Guilder in defensive wars, as long as Guilder did not draw its fish supply from the sea. Also, there would be no use of magic to sink Guilder's ships and bring about storms, and the humans were forbidden from emptying their waste into the ocean. Breaches in this de
Landlocked 34Landlocked 346 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"It won't open." Ariel heard Jim say from the other side of her prison door.
'No!' She screamed desperately. 'No, no, no! Jim!' She beat the door with her good hand as the door shook from Jim's attempts on the other side.
'Jim! I can't go on without seeing you again!' Ariel yelled as she hit the wood, her hand bleeding and her right shoulder aching. 'If you get me out of here, I'll follow you anywhere! I'll escape Ursula as soon as I can, kill her if I have to, just to be with you. I'm sorry for lying and causing you trouble, but I hope you know I'd face down a hundred sea witches and start a million bar fights to be with you!' Ariel backed up, gripping her right arm, and made ready to charge the door.
The spacer tried in vain to pry the door open, but whatever he tried, it wouldn't budge. He even tried standing for more leverage.
"Well, you should take into account that you have been running around the castle all
Complaining"So what does Twin's Nights entail?" Cian asked as he and Mercutio followed behind Damien.Complaining3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The lanky boy shrugged, pushing some messy white locks from his face. Cian couldn't help but notice the way that the boy walked. Damien moved like an animal, not like a human. Light footsteps that were careful, his toes always spread as if they were paws with pads. He also seemed to be haunched, as if he were expecting things to jump at him and he needed to be able to fall on all fours to escape. Stretching his senses Cian could feel people in the area, nothing that terribly dangerous. Not yet at least.
"Twin's Nights is a lot of singing and dancing. People drink and eat a lot. Lots of pickpockets too," Damien looked back at them. "You don't have anything expensive, right?"
"No I don't think so," Cian shook his head.
"What about that," he pointed at Mercutio's anklet.
"I doubt a thief would be able to get this off me," Mercutio smiled.
GiovanniNothing was the same, and that was the problem. Stability was something Cian liked, that was why he had come to the conclusion that the universe was all a pattern. Patterns made sense, and once Cian learned that pattern he could be comfortable. But now the pattern had shifted, it wasn't something Cian recognized, and that was causing tension.Giovanni3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the last month or so Cian had grown so used to the man he had met that this change was straining their relationship. MercuGiovanni acted the same as his previous reincarnation, but not exactly. The little things were what separated Giovanni from Mercutio, and the fact that Cian could pinpoint those differences was something he would think about at a later time. Right now all he knew was that those little differences were starting to drive him up the wall.
Giovanni hummed. Constantly. Whenever he was awakewhich was all the time.
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The rest of the day was filled with cleaning of decks, special arrangements made for the special guests, and primitive background checks of the caterers, musicians, and the crew. Even the sailors Jim knew personally and could vouch for were checked for connections with pirates and political enemies of the prince. The captains paranoia was getting seriously out of hand.
The preparations kept Jim comfortably busy, however, so he didn't fuss when Captain Harris sent him for a certain kind of pillow for the prince's dog, or when the cook demanded fresh clams for his chowder, and Jim had to go to the shallow pools himself to collect some. As long as his dirty jobs kept Sable at a safe distance, he could not complain. The prince did as much as Harris would allow, which included such jobs as helping Jim coil the excess rope. Eric sat heavily down next to his inferior, looking gloomily at the rope Jim promptly handed him. The pout on the prince's chiseled face looked so ridiculous that J
Landlocked 47Landlocked 475 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You don't look so hot." The blond merman commented upon seeing his friend.
Ariel and Flounder met with Urchin in one of the smaller conference rooms in the palace. He motioned her into a seat. "I came by to deliver your--uh-- package. Is something wrong?"
"I've been and done the whole human shtick, Urchin," Ariel confessed.
With a bit of prompting, she went on to tell him the whole story.
"So you had the whole thing in the bag, and then you gave it all up for some alien?" Urchin guffawed, sitting back in his chair. "I gotta tell ya, I'm sort of mad at you right now. I mean, do you plan to have all the cool adventures without me?"
Ariel looked down at your lap. "I--I'm sorry." Urchin bit his lip and started to say something, then she continued. "Anyway, you can keep the stuff. I'm not turning human again without my father's permission."
"So-- what about your lover? You're just giving up?"
Ariel scowled at him.
The Constant State of Your People"No, no, that's not how you do it," sighed Cast'avan as he took the flint from one of the chicks he was teaching. "Here, you have to strike it with more force than that."The Constant State of Your People3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just as he picked up a second rock to illustrate his lesson better, Cast'avan felt a shiver run through his feathers. He puffed up just as one of the younger chicks screeched and fled under him for safety.
"He's not there!" Shouted a recently familiar voice.
Cast'avan straightened quickly and twisted his head behind him. Standing there was Cian, who looked like he had been running for weeksand yet he had been here only a day ago. Then again Cian and Falmer/Mercutio had both explained that time was something fluid, a concept he still didn't quite grasp.
But the idea that time was not something as concrete as the sun and stars moving was of little importance right now. As Cast'avan focused on Cian it was easy to feel all of the chaotic emotions radi
Landlocked 44Landlocked 445 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ariel sobbed as she stroked her father's weedy form. 'Daddy.'
Jim was having problems of his own. The bubble around his head, not longer sustained by Triton's magic, had popped, leaving him only breaths left before he had to surface. He was about to swim for air when he saw Ariel's face change from regretful to vengeful, her fingers curled into claws. 'You monster!' She tried to scream and swam at the witch, who had her back to them. The spacer waved frantically toward the surface as Ariel grabbed at the witch's face angrily.
"Don't fool with me, you little brat!" Ursula screeched, throwing the princess against a boulder. Jim swam in vain to his mermaid's aid, the sea witch snarling dangerously with the trident pointed at Ariel's chest. "Contract or no con--"
Then, out of nowhere, a harpoon grazed Ursula's shoulder and lodged itself in the sand. She yowled in pain then looked about angrily to see who the culprit mi
Landlocked 31Landlocked 316 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ariel followed the brunette down multiple hallways and staircases, looking for anything familiar but not wanting to question her daunting guide. Soon, however, the ex-mermaid noticed the windows they passed were smaller and not as extravagant, less tapestries hung from the walls, and the paint was more chipped and faded. Ariel's gut began to churn; her hunch had been right. This girl, whoever she was, was not taking her to J-- to the prince.
"You really are a foreigner, huh?" The girl said, her voice cold enough to raise goosebumps on Ariel's exposed skin. "To not know who I am-- everyone, from this area at least, knows who I am." The other girl stopped abruptly, turning on a high heel to face her guest. "Well, I know who you are. You're the tramp who is low enough to move in on my man while I'm away."
Ariel's eyes narrowed in confusion, and she shook her head to jog her memory. The only name she could come up with was;
You Should SleepAfter that vivid explosion of emotions Mercutio was rather demure. That made the process of Cian blocking one of his powers that much easier. Mercutio was calm while Cian reached into Mercutio's energy. Energy configurations were something complicated, but not impossible to understand. It helped that Cian was as old as he was, since that sort of age aided in understanding energy.You Should Sleep3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though, to be honest, Cian had never really sat and stared at an energy configuration. Mercutio's looked like a thousand of intricately woven braids, all tangled within his body. Cian had to wonder if his was similar, but he would ponder that thought at a later time. Right now he had to sift through all the threads, occasionally tugging at one, testing which ability it was. Mercutio was silent and still l throughout the entire process. Cian didn't think it was hurting Mercutio, and surely his friend would say som