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
TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road jokeWhy does the Dunmer cross the road?TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road joke3 years ago in Humor More Like This
We pretend to have interviewed some eminent minds in order 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 if
The List, 1 - 100The List, 1 - 1007 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
EnoughYou are enough.Enough3 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.
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 I3 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
RichtofenXPhsyco!Reader-Love can drive you insane2RichtofenXPhsyco!Reader-Love can drive you insane23 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
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 cameLegacy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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...
Werewolf Psychological Disorders.Normal werewolf psychologyWerewolf Psychological Disorders.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One would probably be interested in the psychological aspect of a werewolf. Under normal conditions a werewolf's mind is largely human but with wolfish aspects mixed in. It can not be emphasized enough that a healthy werewolf mind is one mind. Human reasoning, wolfish instinct, and a balance between nature and the wilderness of today's modern world.
A note on instinct. Instinct is what it is. It is not something that one realizes before the event but rather during. It takes a well trained mind to realize what instinct is doing and be able to alter it. It is easy to avoid instinctual actions, but much harder to change them when they begin.
Werewolves are just as easily prone to psychological disorders as humans are, perhaps given the delicate nature of their minds being a mixture between human reasoning and wolfish instinct makes them prone to several disorders. How
Fiction: Ulfric's LettersFiction: Ulfric's Letters2 years 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
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
NZ Fanfic prt. 1Tank found himself glaring at Nikolai's boot. The Russian man was passed outNZ Fanfic prt. 13 years ago in Horror More Like This
Dempsey wasn't sure if it was because of the alcohol or because he hadn't slept in four
days. Dempsey wasn't glaring at Nikolai's boot because he was irritated with him. It was
because Dempsey was irritated with his situation. Nothing ever turned out good. The
teleporters- if they ever found them- never worked properly. That damned little girl and
her twisted friends were always fucking up their plans for escape.
Dempsey groaned and leaned back, lying against the hard wood floor, he put his
arms behind his head and closed his eyes. If he kept dwelling on the failures than he'd
drive himself crazier than Richtofen. Even though Dempsey hated that man beyond the devil
himself he wished that the bloodthirsty doctor was here now.
Dempsey turned his head to the right and looked to the massive teleporter sitting
in the corner of the room. It had been a week since Nikolai and Dempsey had been
separated from Richtofen
DMC: Dante x Devil!ReaderYou sighed as you leaned back in your chair. You looked over at the photo once more, the photo of your target. You were a devil-for-hire, killing targets for money and not once had you failed. This time was different though, your target was the son of Sparda.DMC: Dante x Devil!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your client the one paying you to die the man, told you he would give a fake order to him so he would show up here to fight a devil but instead find you. You tucked a lock of _(h/c)_ hair behind your ear as you heard footsteps nearing. You smirked, it is showtime.
The door swung open so hard it almost broke it off the hinges. You smiled and looked up at the man in front of you, your heart skipping a beat. You had heard a lot of stories about the son of Sparda but none had told you he was this hot! Luckily for you, your main power was the ability to hide your devil scent and you looked human to begin with, so he didn't notice you were a devil.
"Hello," you spoke in a velvet voice, taking him back slightly. He recom
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 - updated3 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
Creepypasta: Remember meHello. It's me. Remember the fun times we had together? I bet your cursing right now wondering if one of the pokemon you got in a trade was a hack that's messed up the game. I assure you nothing's causing me to do this. Just hear me out will you? Besides we both know that if this is a glitch it won't matter much anymore.Creepypasta: Remember me4 years ago in Horror More Like This
I remember when we first started the game. You choose the fire type starter for me and we followed the plot line. We made mountains crumble. We made the legendary beasts of my world bow before us and we befriended them. We even defeated the elite four AND the champion. Then we defeated all the gyms and defeated them again.
Then you left me alone..... in the dark. It was so boring without you. the pokemon in my world and I played games and waited for you to return. it seemed like years even though the clock told me it was a few days. We couldn't do much of anything with you gone. Then you came back we where all secertly a little excited.
Didn't you notice tha
:RQ: Ezio X ReaderRunning From Lions:RQ: Ezio X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You didn't want it to be like this, you never did. But the damn guard took it too far this time. They closed up your medical shop for no given reason and that was the final straw for you. You didn't even remember thrusting your dagger into the guard's shoulder, but you apparently did. And now, because of that, you were running through the crowded streets of Rome, easily weaving your way through the large group of people. The guards pushed and shoved, keeping an eye on you no matter how hard you tried to escape their gaze. You ran until you found yourself at the edge of a cliff. The only way out of this would be to take a leap down, but it was much too far. You spun around as you heard the guard laugh behind you.
"Seems you have run out of road, little rabbit." said the one who you stabbed. "No more games, no more running." he hissed at you, advancing towards you.
"Please!" you cried as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and wrenched you away from the edge and
Tooth and Claw: Prologue and Chapter 1PrologueTooth and Claw: Prologue and Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
4E: 202 Just outside of Riverwood, Whiterun Hold, Skyrim
The elk grazed nearby, the wind carrying its scent. She smiled, notching her bow as she stalked through the trees.
Easy, cub. Slowly now.
She spotted the elk, two wolves gathering near her. She aims carefully.
Let the wind guide your arrow.
The wind blows, the elk tilting its head up. She stiffens, waiting to see if the wind carried her scent towards her prey. The elk bows its head again, making her smile. She aims left of where she would normally hit the animal. A small breeze carries her arrow to her target.
The elk groans as it falls. Aela lowers her bow, wolfish grin on her face.
Remember to thank the Lord of the hunt, cub. Always.
Chapter 1: Lack of a Better Name
4E:170 Jorrvaskr, Whiterun Hold, Skyrim
"It's a girl," Tilma said, taking the wailing child away to be cleaned up. Fralia patted Katja's forehead with a damp cloth, the woman finally releasing
The Alicorn Scrolls: Skyrim -Chapter 3The Alicorn Scrolls: Skyrim -Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Alicorn Scrolls
Chapter 3: Of Pride and Prison Bars
The darkness enveloped me, cradled me, hiding me away from memories and regrets. I felt at peace, as though suspended in time forever. The slight sensation of dizziness that spun around my head reminded me of the nights I spent drinking and talking blissfully with my brothers. A time now better off forgotten.
The void slowly drifted away, and pain crept to the back of my head. My senses were returning as I gradually recovered my consciousness. The first thing I noticed was the smell; a nauseating stench of death and filth with the damp, stale air of a closed space. My feathers stood up as cold finally registered in my brain and the rough sensation of stone brushed against my scales from under a bed of hay. I opened my eyes and lifted my head, too confused to discern anything of what I saw at first.
When my vision cleared, I was face-to-face with a rusty iron bar. With a muffled yelp I stumbled to my hoov
Dios tambien morira¡Dios también morirá!Dios tambien morira4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sabe Dios que sus criaturas nacen
para vivir buscando su alegría;
sin pensar van andando cada día
y la muerte acechando cuanto hacen.
No importa cuánto de doña Muerte hablen,
nadie sabe cuán larga es su agonía;
ni cuándo, en silencio, se vendrá el día
en que sus manos el aliento acallen.
Adónde van los muertos, ¿quién lo sabe?
¿Es posible que el alma viva allá
o la vida, en la muerte, ya no cabe?
Algún día mi tiempo expirará
pero no estaré sola cuando acabe.
A mi muerte, ¡Dios también morirá!