A Very Skyrim ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through Whiterun,A Very Skyrim Christmas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a living thing was outside,
Except the guards, and Whiterun's local bum
Jarl Balgruuf was in bed, a bed fit for the Lord,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring him a Sword;
In the small house known as Breezehome, Lydia did slumber,
Wishing that for Christmas she would get a Sword of Thunder;
And Archer set out some milk and a sweet roll,
Preparing for the arrival of Santa, so he wouldn't get coal;
He had no idea what this man looked like,
But he hoped that he'd visit, possibly this night
He yawned tiredly, and then scratched his head,
Before going upstairs to sleep in his bed.
In the morning, he hoped, he would have some nice presents…
Well, after all, he'd been kind to the peasants,
When suddenly, in the living room, Archer did hear,
A large man was present… when did he appear?
With a focus, then a cast, Archer was see-through,
So he could sneak behind a chair, and see what the man would do.
He wore a large red
Skyrim Dictionary: Dragon to EnglishThe Dragon LanguageSkyrim Dictionary: Dragon to English2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dragon to English
Aal- May (as in "May his soul")
Aam- Hmm? (expression of disbelief)
Ahraan- Wound (noun)
EnoughYou are enough.Enough2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There are some of you I don't know very well, some I know very well and even some that I don't know at all. No matter how well I know you, I know one thing about you.
You are enough.
You. Perfect. Wonderful, beautiful you. You were created to be exactly the way you are because the way you are is the way that you need to be at this point in your life.
No one else in this world will ever say the things you say, in the way that you say them. No one else will do the things you do, in the way that you do them.
You are smart enough.
You are strong enough.
You are beautiful enough.
You are kind enough.
You are irreplaceable.
You do enough.
Everything you do, everything you are, is perfect for you.
Yes, there will be things that didn't go so well at first. But remember you are enough. Through the hard times, through the easy times, you are enough.
You are enough.
The List, 1 - 100The List, 1 - 1006 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Sneaking into peoples rooms and watching them sleep is not an appropriate use of Invisibility.
2. Chancellor Ocato does not appreciate hearing about how soft his robes are and/or how much I want a set of my own.
3. It is considered bad taste to kill people and then arrange their bodies into compromising positions.
4. It is worse taste to do so in the following places: The Temple District, any of the chapels, any of the castles, or in the middle of Green Emperor Way.
5. Lucien did not give me Shadowmere so that I could board her at Chestnut Handy Stables for the sole purpose of seeing if shell eat the Orc.
6. Stealing all of the Blades armor and throwing it over the wall of Cloud Ruler Temple is not nice, as it is cold up there.
7. The two Blades who do nothing but spar all day are not suffering from unrequited sexual frustration.
8. I am not allowed to give Falanu Hlaalu directions to every necromancer cave in Cyrodiil.
9. Jauffre is not old enough to h
TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road jokeWhy does the Dunmer cross the road?TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road joke2 years ago in Humor More Like This
We pretend to have interviewed some eminent minds and orders to answer this question.
If the Dunmer walks five miles in one hour it will take him precisely two seconds and a third of a second to cross the road.
The road is one-way only and I await at the end of it.
Hmm, I like nasty Dunmers...
We all have to cross the road to open our mind to more knowledge but shall not step away from the path of wisdom.
The Dunmer goes where the wind blows and no road will tell him where to walk.
He must be looking for some fertile grounds to plant some seeds...
Luck may be found at every crossroad... or not!
Surely this is one more questing Dunmer adventurer, may his courage be rewarding.
Roads were made to be followed or crossed, the Dunmer deals the road his own way.
Wondrous plains of green grass, and may the moths pass.
What's the point of making up some plot i
Her Voice - A Dragonborn's Tale - Part IThe story of her life wasn't a normal one. For one, she had no idea where she had really come from. She had no idea where - or who - she was, for that matter. All she knew was that she had awoken with a screaming headache on a cart headed for Skyrim. She didn't recognize the people she was with. She barely recognized her own hands, for they were not armored or clean, but bound tight with ropes. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was a girl, a prisoner, and about to die.Her Voice - A Dragonborn's Tale - Part I2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was shockingly calm for a person in her predicament. She couldn't remember why she was a prisoner and bound. She was probably caught crossing the border into Skyrim, even though she hadn't a clue what her crime was. Maybe she stole something without thinking, or crossed the wrong guard. Maybe she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Did it matter? Really, did it matter?
Her vision unblurred from the light. A horse-drawn carriage with an armed guard was pulling her to her eminent doom. A chill
GullibleGullible1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Near nightfall, two people were driving home. They were both men of around twenty years of age, and were roommates in an apartment. Discussing random thoughts that came to their minds, they were both content.
“Anyway, I think I’ll go check it out tomorrow.” One of them said, he seemed a bit younger than the other. He had a normal body type and was a little on the short side, his hair was dark brown; same as his eyes. His name was Jonathan.
“I haven’t decided what to do tomorrow, well, besides work of course.” The other responded. He had blue eyes along with dirty blond hair, and was a bit more fit than Jonathan.
“Well maybe you could . . . hmm, let me think” Jonathan began to ponder what his friend could do, something besides sitting in front of the television or computer all day.
“I guess I could-” Ken paused; something outside the car caught his attention. He was lucky he wasn’t the one driving, because he stare
Zombie Style (Gangnam Style Parody)Zombie Style (Gangnam Style Parody)Zombie Style (Gangnam Style Parody)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Killed it Zombie Style
I'm playin TranZit, and I'm on top of the bus,
We're goin' through the tunnel, hopefully I won't get knocked off.
Out of ammo, guess I'll have to use some 'nades!
Stupid flyin' babies, kill em' with your blades!
It's a two hit kill...
With them knuckles but I can't even get them,
Cause some tardo' decided to use the part fo' da' bus!
Throw a 'nade and make a crawler! But not in the fog,
Cause it'll die!
At now we're out of the fog
At the diner! (Hey!)
Open the door! (Hey!)
Buy the box, now... Got a War Machine
War Machine! (Hey!)
This sucks! (Hey!)
Now I got my 'Nog so kill the crawler! (-Ler -Ler -Ler -Ler -Ler -Ler -Ler -Ler -Ler -Ler -Ler -Ler)
Kill it zombie style
Kill, kill, kill, kill, killed it zombie style
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill it zombie style
Heyyyyyy, sexy Nazi!
Kill, kill, kill, kill, killed it zombie style
Whyyyyyy does the box hate me?
Kill, kill, kill, kill...
LegacyIt had been months since the Stormcloak Rebellion was put down, and weeks since Alduin was finally killed. Ovictus Kostneir, the dragon born, was out on escapade throughout Skyrim. A shadow passes overhead, and in front of him, lands Alduin. Rather than attacking, he spoke of something to Ovictus in the Thu'um, Dragon tongue, before incinerating him with a single word. Hardly able to breathe, sitting upright in a cold sweat, Ovictus looked down to see his wife, Brelyna Maryon, sleeping peacefully, her gray skin shown brightly in the moon's wake. When he became relaxed, and able to breathe easier, he laid his head down, and slowly fell back asleep. He had another dream, if more vague, that caused him to feel nothing but death and destruction, a thought which inflicted a great deal of stress on Ovictus's mind. In the dream following up that one, which was just as vague, all he felt was regret, as everything in front of him vanished. The last dream was different from the dreams that cameLegacy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
RichtofenXPhsyco!Reader-Love can drive you insaneRichtofenXPhsyco!Reader-Love can drive you insane2 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is a gift for my fellow Richtofen fangirls...I hope you enjoy~
Special thanks to:
& Each of my fans~
Richtofen heard a psychotic laughter from the nurse working next door,that psychotic nurse was none other than you. "YOU LIKE ZHAT DON'T YOU?!" You screamed over and over again. Richtofen laughed to himself as he continued to sever his own "patient" the person wasn't unconscious so they screamed in horror every time he cut off another body part but he didn't find discomfort in this,he actually loved the sounds of his patients screams,almost a little to much as a matter of fact.
As soon as Richtofen finished with the patient he was working on and cleaned up he yelled over to were you working "Vell,Ich bin turning in for zhe nacht,auf wiedersehen,(Name)!" You peeped out from your office with blood all over your face and a heart in your hand "Auf wiedersehen,Richtofen!!" You called b
RichtofenXPhsyco!Reader-Love can drive you insane2RichtofenXPhsyco!Reader-Love can drive you insane22 years ago in Settings More Like This
You were struggling to get to sleep again,you couldn't take your mind off of that dream you have the night before. You looked up to the ceiling with your hands covering your eyes "VERRDAMMIT!" You shouted. "I NEED TO GO TO BED!" You screamed so much that at one point one of your neighbors went over to your house just to threaten to call the cops. You decided laying down and drifting to sleep would be your only choice as of right now. So you laid yourself beneath your dark blue blankets. Within 6 minutes you fell asleep. Tonight instead of having the dream you had the night just before,you had no dream at all. So you slept no problem what-so-ever.
*~*~*The Next Day*~*~*~*
You woke up,got ready,and went to the office. When you made it to your destination,you have a psychotic grin on your face. There was no particular reason for it being there,that was just your normal smile. You walked inside,and the first person you saw there was of course,Richtofen. When you checked in he stepped close
MTT species info - updatedThe MTTs are a closed species. Please do not make one without my permission. The main ways of getting an MTT are through adoption contests and raffles. Join ClubMTT for the easiest way of keeping track any possible ways of acquiring an MTT.MTT species info - updated2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Rules for people with MTTs/people who have permission to make an MTT:
-Join ClubMTT and submit all drawings of your MTT to the gallery.
-Make sure you have read the species information. Also read any additional information about the world they live in that I might post. Everything important goes in the Resources" folder.
-Please credit me for the species when you draw your or anyone else's MTT. Nothing will happen if you don't, but it's much appreciated if you do c:
-When designing your MTT, I would greatly appreciate it if you showed me a WIP so I can make sure you get everything right!
-When in doubt about anything, ask me! I would be glad to try to help.
Disclaimer: This is very much a work in progress. I constantly
A Thorn by Another NameEven with her face half-covered by a steel helmet, people can still tell she's searching. It's in the way she walks, in the way her head faces each corner of the tavern, in the way she turns to every person in the room before slumping her shoulders in defeat. She would stop to ask questions most other days, but this time she just asks for a room with a bed and a door. No one sees her until morning, but they're certain they hear voices from inside the room. No one enters, no one leaves.A Thorn by Another Name3 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is the third time this week.
A few people glanced up from their drinks when she walked in, but she was worth no more attention than that. Another traveler, possibly one of the Imperials (no, her armor was all wrong for that) passing through. Whiterun saw many of those, stopping by to use the Skyforge or buy some potions, and maybe stay the night if the weather was bad enough. It was no surprise when the traveler, face covered by her helmet, began making her way toward the bar.
A man struck up fri
Measure of a ManMeasure of a Man.Measure of a Man4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora braces herself as a hard fist impacts with her face, crying out as she swears she can hear her jaw crack. The force of the blow is great enough for her to lose her balance and she finds herself tumbling to the ground, hissing at the pain of her body colliding with the cold, hard tiles. She barely has the time to recover as a boot is planted in her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, causing her back to reconnect with the surface in the most painful of ways.
She fights to bite back another whimper of pain and swiftly tries to get back onto her feet again. The next incoming punch to her face is quickly deflected and she immediately responds with one of her own. Her attacker lets out a furious growl as she hits him in the nose, managing to draw blood in the process, and responds with another swing that she can barely dodge.
The Courtesan isn't fazed in the least and lunges for the man again. She's blind to his face contorted in anger, blind to the tensed
Fiction: Ulfric's LettersFiction: Ulfric's Letters1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I sit here writing to you though I know these letters may never be seen by you. Still, I have some hope that maybe if by writing out my feelings and all the things I have wanted to tell you might prepare me for the day I can say these to you in person. Father might say I was foolish to go chasing after you and then joining the Legion but when the Great War started, how could I stand by and see the Empire struggle? Were they not our protectors of our home? Did they not rely on us to come to their aid should the need arise? We are Nords, we are the ones who answer the call to war from our allies. I don't pretend to understand the complexities of politics or the Emperor's mind but the people of Cyrodiil are our distant kinsmen.
Despite joining the Legion, I still held out hope to find you. I know that you were a part of the Legion, also. How could you not be, being the daughter of a general? You were never
Skyrim Meme-thing[ Post comments with a link to your filled out Skyrim Meme-Thing! ]Skyrim Meme-thing3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
What's your type of arsenal?
[ ] Melee, I like to take things up close.
[ ] Ranged, I take things at a distance.
[ ] Magic, I love the Arcane arts.
[ ] Vary, I do what I can to survive.
What do you do when it comes to inventory?
[ ] Conservative, I save space.
[ ] Modest, I take what I can.
[ ] Greedy, Everything's mine!
What kinds of difficulty do you play on?
[ ] Easy ones, I play for the storyline.
[ ] Medium-like, I want a good experience.
[ ] Hard ones, I like challenges.
What's your stance on killing?
[ ] I kill when I have to to survive.
[ ] I kill those who strike first.
[ ] Dead bodies trail behind me.
How do you begin assult?
[ ] Up close. I want to take them out as soon as possible.
[ ] Rogue. Take them down slowly in the shadows without risk of me dying.
[ ] Vary. As long as they die, I don't care.
How do you take adventure?
[ ] Widespread, I like to explore the world around me.
[ ] Linear, I try not to get
PhantasmPhantasm.Phantasm4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora Cavazza cannot sleep.
It's once again with great annoyance that she takes note of this fact. She has tried everything to fall asleep now, to have just a moment of peace to ease her tired mind. Still, no matter what she does, what she tries not to think about, the concept of rest is beyond her grasp. It has been a problem she has been dealing with for a while now and one that refuses to go away despite her best efforts.
She lets out some more frustrated sounds, trying her best to close her eyes and get comfortable. She can feel her feet and hands tingling, her stomach tying itself into tight knots. She can no longer stand on her legs, as her dizziness makes her feel as if she stands on a swaying ship. Pure fatigue has taken over every single part of her being and her mind is screaming to be released into the realm of dreams as she's hoping, praying that she can finally sleep
But how can she? After all that has happened over the last few weeks, resting is abo
Doomed and a roseChained to the bottom of yourselfDoomed and a rose1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lie, being held against my will
and there's nothing to truly lose
in this heavenly made hell.
Trying to slip your control,
to avoid those pain inflicted caresses
to escape from this utterly doom
that is no having any release at all.
But oh, how I love to feel
when you squash my soul
just for the raw knowing
that you're the one that does it.
There's a VAMPIRE in Our House..."Alright... So, unlike myself, my wife has... A bit of an issue with vampires. I don't know how well she's going to take it, that you're following me around and such. Just... Keep quiet, and I'll talk to her."There's a VAMPIRE in Our House...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I lifted my gaze away from my home to look back at the woman following me. I still had no idea how I managed to get myself a vampiric follower, but I needed Serana in order to try and stop the blood-suckers from ruining the world as we know it. As a result, the woman had decided she would follow me as I tried to find a Moth Priest who had stumbled into Skyrim, to decipher the Elder Scroll she carried for us. Before we made our journey, I wanted to stop home, and see my family for at least a few minutes, restock my potion and food supply, and get a bit of rest before we left. But with my wife being Aela the Huntress... Bringing a vampire home might not have been the best idea.
"Are you sure it's smart for me to be going in there, then?" Serana asked, arching an eyebrow as she wari
DmC: Dante X Reader ~ LibraryDmC: Dante X Reader ~ Library2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The library was once place you felt like going to today. You had been doing research on ancient history around the world. Knowing there was not anything interesting to learn in your boring deadbeat town anyway. Your day was lucky free, the same day Dante was free too. No demon hunting or playing nurse (which Dante would love to see you wearing)
You headed down to your local library. The car parked up close by. Making it easier for you two to find on the way back from the library.
Of course, Dante was wearing his usual clothes. However, he left his coat at home. You smiled at the thought of his coat. It was his most prized possession. Well that, his g