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
[Day 2] - Love[Day 2] - Love2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He didn’t know what to call it. He didn’t even know if it had a name.
Whatever it was, he knew it was real and touchable, knew it was permeating all the cells in his being and each thought in his head. It was all-encompassing – just as she was – and that terrified him. With every word, every smile, every glance it grew, until it was as uncontrollable as the very person it was fixated upon.
He thought himself a fool for feeling this way, for he wanted nothing more than to release this creature, to be freed from it and its complexities. But as time passed, he knew it would remain in and with him until his very life ended. Maybe it would abide even longer than that, destined to be with him even as his soul walks the Fade.
It was a tether, keeping him bound to her despite the many times he tried to stray. It was as if he was her moon, pulled in by her gravity and doomed to stare at her achingly beautiful face for an eternity. Such was his fate, he decided – to
NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter INOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter I5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMON
Chapter I: "The Gardener"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Weeding the last remnants of dead leaves and grass with a three-pronged fork, Freddy Krueger rested on his hands and knees while he stabbed a small spade into ground. Its surface was dried and cracked due to the heat of the summer sun, but the seasons were changing and autumn was approaching. It was a new school year at Badham Preschool, just a week in. He chiseled a hole and scooped through the rich soil that hid underneath before he dug another one beside it.
The man whistled to himself and feigned ignorance to the fact that the three small children were sneaking up behind him, sniggering behind their tiny hands, as he pretended to be focused on planting the new stonecrops and chrysanthemums.
"Wanna play tag with us, Mr. Freddy?
S o r r y.I'm sorry I'm randomS o r r y.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I'm odd
I'm sorry I'm weird
I'm sorry I'm strange
I'm sorry I'm different
I'm sorry I'm me.
[Day 8] - Away[Day 8] - Away2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Saying goodbye to no one else, he left that night with nothing more than his sword, a bag of coin, and the armor he wore. Deciding to head east to Ostwick, just south of the Vimmark Mountains, he began his trek and didn’t stop to make camp until night had dawned the next day.
Every step away from her was like a dagger to his heart.
On the third day of his journey, he came across a small town with an even smaller tavern. Walking inside the little hovel and sitting himself down at the bar, he let his head rest atop the counter.
“What’ll it be, sugar?” a plump barmaid asked as she approached him.
“Water… and whatever you have to eat,” he moaned as his stomach growled simultaneously.
“Of course, hun,” she answered, shuffling around behind the counter and returning with a steaming bowl and a mug of liquid.
Taking a deep pull from the mug, he sputtered slightly at the bitter taste. “What is this?’ he scowled, though his harde
Modern MagicThe witch Baba Yaga once baked herself breadModern Magic8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
out of spiders and liars and red razorwire
that was garnished with flowers from the vaults of the dead,
and sweetened with lye from a childs funeral pyre.
It was light as the crisp, cracking bones on the fields
and as sharp to the taste as the ash-scattered shards
that were all that remains of the swords and the shields
of the warrior king and his bold bodyguards.
In a chicken leg hovel at the edge of a wood
the witch Baba Yaga licks the dregs from the spoons
that she used to stir soup, spiced and thickened with blood
that the dying ones spilt from their widowing wounds.
But her low kitchen table will never be laid
and her bonewafer banquet will never be served,
while ghostly white whistles pipe a last serenade
as shes swept to the moon by the swerve of the earth.
The witch Baba Yaga in the coldness of space
weeping tears for the cage and her gingerbread home,
but icicled, weightless, they fly in her face
with the regular tick of
Random Character Quiz - BlankThe GuidelinesRandom Character Quiz - Blank5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1.) As one of your characters answer the following
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3.) It's easier to use one character at a time but if you want to do it again with another please feel free to ^^
4.) When answering don't feel like you have to tone down your characters. Do it all as you expect they really would if they were seriously answering these questions ^^
5.) Have fun
6.) Quiz created by: The-Bone-Snatcher
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..:: || Phase One, The Basics || ::..
What's your name?
What are you?
How old are you?
What's your height/weight?
When were you born?
In what year were you born?
What is the name of the country/world you were born in?
Who are your parents?
If yes, what is/are his/her/their name/
Grumpy Ones: Part CXXGrumpy Ones: Part CXX3 years ago in Humor More Like This
„Cassy!" he barked, but she was already gone, a teasing smile on her lips and her hips moving in a way that let his eyes roam down her body to her bottom…
Cursing, he averted his eyes and stared at the cup in his hands. Obviously Esther's medicine was really working when Cassy already considered meeting him at the lake. He was quite sure that she had not only washing in her mind…
Shaking his head, he got up and had to smile. He still could not believe how much things had changed within the last days. He had met another group of apostates and actually LIKED some of them, he had met his lost sister… and Cassy. The latter was probably the most exhausting, but also tempting surprise of all.
Insecure how quickly he should follow her – and feeling awkward like a teenager, at least he thought that he must have once felt like this – he was leaving the tent and saw Varania just letting Derrik stumble backwards by using a Mind Blast. The two mages were surrounded by an audience of several othe
[Day 21] - War[Day 21] - War2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Maker damn them all.
She was seething by the time she made it back to her home that afternoon, her hands sizzling from the heat of the fireballs she wanted to throw.
Of course, Orsino and Meredith had been at odds again, and of course, they forced her to be in the middle of it. By this point, Hawke was tired of having to remedy their arguments, she was tired of having to appease the both of them, and she was definitely tired of this whole “mages and templars” thing.
Storming up the stairs and into her bedroom, she didn’t even acknowledge the reading elf on her bed. “Hawke?” he asked with concern as she sat herself down on the edge of the mattress, crossing her arms and huffing. “Are you alright?”
“No, damn it,” she hissed, too angry to be bothered to look at him. “Meredith and Orsino were fighting again,” she growled, “and they needed me to be there. Not like they actually care what I have to say, but they n
Zombies TWOWe hide in the dark, hold our breath as they search for our warmthZombies TWO4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This might be the last time to live
So kiss up my spine before it is his
Be my last regret before I can no longer hold in my hunger
My life will be the kind were everybody dies, everyone must bleed
So kiss me as if the world will end for nothing lasts forever, not even you babe
In the darkness I seekIn the darkness I seek.In the darkness I seek2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the shadows, a nature's freak.
Left alone, feared by all.
I only imagine their fall.
Flesh I have long forgotten.
No meaning for the word: alive.
I will rise from the forest of the rotten.
You have yet to see me thrive.
RivenI come from the shadeRiven3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I look for fame
I swing my shattered blade
I'm not playing a game
I once called support
All I got was poison
My team's lives ended short
My life now has a reason
Not My Kind of Fairy TaleDon't give me the KnightNot My Kind of Fairy Tale4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the Knight,
Whose armor is dull and broken.
Whose horse is weary,
Whose heart is heavy.
Give me the Knight who looks at the dragon with pity,
For that dragon has done nothing,
And is just as imprisoned as the princess he guards.
Don't give me a princess who only wishes to be saved,
By that Knight whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the princess who wishes to escape yes,
But wants to free the dragon,
Who does not wish to marry her savior--
Nay, give me the princess who wants to explore,
Who wants to live and to learn.
For the years of imprisonment only made her yearn,
Not for the Knight whose armor shines bright,
But to see the world and live in the light.
Do not give me the evil dragon,
Whose soul purpose is to give that bright Knight something to fight.
No, give me the dragon who is weary,
Who longs for the freedom of the sky,
Whose leg is burdened with chains,
And whose heart aches for the princess he must guard,
The Victims In ChargeEverybody's free to speakThe Victims In Charge1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You saw as much in the news last week
So long as your views are not 'offensive'
Because we're all defensive
What we dislike we now call 'fear'
Because we have refused to hear
That disagreement is not hate
It will be when we run the state
No-one must offend the minority
We rightly can decry the majority
And then define what counts as 'insult'
To us it seems a fair result
In tolerance we must agree
But we can't agree to disagree
Despite our talk of 'diversity'
And progress towards being free
We demand equality
Ignoring the absurdity
When views are contradictory
Some must more equal be
It's our right to silence dissent
From ideologues whom we resent
Yes, things are surely different
Now we're the victims in charge
Prototype ZeroEven as I write this, I realize my time is shortPrototype Zero5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Haraway. I am a scientist, or I was once upon a time.
For the longest time we have wondered, "What is a Pokémon?" in the same way that we have wondered, "What is man?" We began our research in a simple enough way, setting up programs to emulate basic Pokémon actions and reactions.
This was long before we were able to truly understand Pokémon, even before the first forms of the modern day Pokéball were developed. We knew that they were something to be feared and respected. Quite a few people had developed bonds with Pokémon but many of these were fleeting and offered no real potential for us to study said Pokémon.
The emulators fixed this, allowing us to take any information no matter how fleeting and study its possibilities. We were able to gather personality traits, possible origins, anything, and study them; this technology was invaluable and would eventually become the basis for the Pokéde
Dragon Age Fan Comic - Stronger IDragon Age Fan Comic - Stronger I2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Although she knew that the pain would fade, Hawke couldn’t stop her body from trembling. Even thinking about the fact that Fenris had these markings ALL over his body, let rage grow deep inside of her. She would make sure that this bastard magister who called himself Master regretted what he had done to the elf.
The thought came from a part inside of her which was attracted by the warrior, in a way she had never been attracted by another man before. Another part inside of her, namely the part which had always been aiming for power, at least as long as she could remember, told her that in this case she would have never received the information that such a ritual even existed; a ritual that had created the man Fenris was today.
Deep inside of her a mixture of jealousy and adoration was evolving: Jealousy because the elven warrior had so much power and was still complaining always and everywhere about it; adoration because she understood now what
[Day 12] - Insanity[Day 12] - Insanity2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Loving him was nothing short of insane.
He was always hot or cold. She could never read his expressions, she could never tell how he felt, and that kept her on her toes. Not to mention he had left her without a second thought, he constantly spat upon what she stood for and all she was… It seemed to her that loving him so desperately was simply unnatural.
But then he would speak words of kindness and tenderness. He would kiss her like she was meant to be treasured, like she was meant to be loved. His voice, low and soothing, would tell her the things she needed to hear to get through the day.
How could she not love him?
He had a troubled past, she knew that, and that made it seem like they were not meant to be. They seemed to fit together so haphazardly, as if they were once made for each other, but were now broken beyond repair, beyond connectedness.
…But, Maker, she could get lost in those green eyes.
She knew it was insane. But frankly, she didn’t care anymore.
Creepypasta - RedIt's an endless loop.Creepypasta - Red4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't mind it so much, I guess. I've gotten to know the different terrains really well, and I always loved exploring. It's what I always wanted to do, after all, this journey. Maybe I should be thankful that even when it ends, I get to do it over again. When you choose your starter, and release them for the first time, the look of trust and love in their eyes... Well, even jaded as I've become, it's the one thing that never fails to melt my heart. Maybe I'm lucky. Not everyone gets to live out their dream over and over again.
"I love you, mom."
"All boys dream of traveling. It said so on TV."
There are good parts. Meeting new friends for the first time. Raising them to their true potential. It's the first time for them, and their enthusiasm is infectious. And some things, like watching all that hard work pay off when they evolve, never get old. I can be happy. Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I forget that it's this way.
It broke Green.
He was my best friend, always
[Day 7] - Legend[Day 7] - Legend2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was a legend now, he assumed.
Now the Champion of Kirkwall - a woman fitting and deserving of her title – he knew that there’d be little room for a former slave in her life, little interest in a broken elf who had left her while the bed was still warm. Before, he had only hoped to remain idly in her presence as she continued her busy, yet inconsequential life. But now… she was too important to have someone as lowly as him abide.
So as he stood in the doorway on the night of the banquet in her honor, watching her silently for a moment as she applied something to her face, he decided he would say goodbye to her for good so they could both move on with their lives (without a constant painful reminder of what had passed).
“Hawke?” he said after a moment, his voice thick and raw.
She jumped slightly, having been completely absorbed in making her face look perfect (though he knew it always was). “Oh, hey, Fenris,” she said softly, sounding confu
NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VINOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VI3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMON
Chapter VI: "Dirty Little Secret"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
He had awakened from a restless sleep at the cool, gentle touch of a hand, not his own, caressing his fevered brow. He could hear the steady beeps of the medical equipment around him and feel the slow drips of the IV tubing underneath his skin. Filling his lungs with air with a heavy amount of effort, the gardener shifted uneasily against the pillow and swallowed thickly a cough. His mouth was parched. His flesh felt hot and clammy. His entire body felt heavy, as if weighed down by boulders. Everything felt numb. His eyes squinted to focus through the drug-fueled haze before him, but couldn't. It was too bright to see. He could, however, make out a silhouetted figure of what appeared to be a woman.