The SangheiliTHE SANGHEILIThe Sangheili4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Home System: HD 188753 (Urs, Fied, Joori)
The Sangheili (Pronounded SANG-EEL-EE), also coloquially known as Elites to Humans are a reptilian race that hail from the world Sanghelios, which is the fourth planet in the triple star system of Urs, Fied and Joori, which is known to Humans as the HD 188753 system located approximately 149 lightyears from Sol. They are an artistocratic and patriarchial based society that places personal and familial honor above all other forms of politics. The Sangheili are most identifiable by their four mandibles which each have teeth on them. Up until late 2552, the Sangheili have been enemies of the UNSC, but after the Covenant Schism in November of that year, they swapped sides and foungt alongside unlikely allies.
The Latin name of the Sangheili "Macto cognatus" translates to 'I honor my father's blood' which is fitting considering the Sangheili
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,Solace7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
Kristanna over Hanna Manifesto: A Frozen EssayKristanna over Hanna Manifesto: A Frozen Essay11 months ago in Romance More Like This
This essay, or manifesto, as some would call it, will talk about the points I make in how I support KristoffxAnna (which is among my new favorite OTPs ) over HansxAnna.
I got the idea to do an essay like this after it was done by my friend NintendoGal55. In hers, she discussed why she supported ArnoldxHelga over ArnoldxLila from Hey Arnold! For mine, while KristoffxAnna is the canonical couple, I know there are some fans that ship HansxAnna. Even further, others ship HansxElsa, KristoffxElsa, or even worse, ElsaxAnna.
I want to start by saying that I am someone who kind of plays by the rules and doesn't question them. In doing this, I support the canonical pairings of movies, TV shows, or books that I enjoy. So from Frozen, I only ship KristoffxAnna. Now I'm not trying to convert anyone or change their minds if they like the non-canonical pairings from the film. The main statement I want to make is that I know what I like and what I don't like, and w
Man Sold SeparatelyIt was one of those houses dropped on the corner of the street, squeezed so tightly by the ones on either side that it was hardly noticeable. It was one of those houses where the hot water never ran out in the winter and the air conditioner never broke down in the summer. All of the neighbours in the similarly shaped houses, although never perfectly identical, shared gossip and brought over casseroles and generally pretended to like each other until the door closed and the lock clicked and their sincere thoughts on the daughter’s new husband came to light. It was a neighbourhood with the level of superficiality one could usually find in the suburbs.Man Sold Separately1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was drawn right in.
There was something about the idea of having a comfortable little life, a quiet life where I would often be alone and always lonely, that somehow appealed to me. It’s easy to be lonely; all you do is turn on the TV or open a good book and it goes away. I could never sit around feeling sorry for myself in a
Headdressi.Headdress11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
tread noiselessly, and you become rabbitchild
there is a strength in silence
God hears your footsteps and counts your paces, maybe,
but no one sees, no one speaks
let it be, sweet destiny,
let it have its way with you
;; (& your children)
i'm no architect, but hear me:
i know a hieroglyphic when i see one
and the writing's on the wall
debutantes' young feathers
won't save you now
daddy knows best, always knows best
mama sings sad song when she braids warrior knots in your scalp
and sends you to the war that is life
Dawn came.Dawn came.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Boone had finally fallen asleep, and the Courier had expertly swiped the key from his neck pendant, unlocking the door and slipping out to what was undoubtedly her favorite thinking spot in the entire Mojave, for multiple reasons: Dinky the Dinosaur. She knew part of it was stumbling upon Boone himself up here, but she also remembered seeing it for the first time, a comical testament to the good humor of pre-War citizens, a strange alien structure. The view up here was beautiful when tainted by moonlight, the area secluded, safe and quiet, something most places in the Mojave were not.
Now she rested on her haunches, poking her head out between the two canines Manny and Boone had worn down with their rifle stops. The motel room felt tiny, especially after her strange dream, and looking out on the unforgiving landscape always seemed to calm her for some reason. Especially now, after she'd realized today that this harsh, dry desert w
Volpi.You will find that the story you tellVolpi.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
Halo 2: A FanfictionThere he stood, one among thousands. The Chief was greatly outnumbered on this Covanent cruiser. He was unarmed - clearly unable to defend himself. However, he was in luck. Most of the opposition happened to be sleeping Grunts, and no Elites to wake them all up. It seemed that fate wanted the Chief to get off of that ship in one piece. So, he silently passed the Grunts, hoping that he wouldnt encounter anything awake.Halo 2: A Fanfiction7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Chief crept around a corner only to see a Jackal in his face. Before the Jackal could do a thing, the Chief reached out at the aliens throat and squeezed, killing it. He looked around the room to see if anything had noticed him, but again, nothing was in his way. He disabled the Jackals shield, and slung the body over his shoulder. He began to sneak into a well-hidden corner, and he quietly hid the body. He prayed that no one would discover it.
He began to walk a little faster, trying to avoid anymore awake guards. He turned a corner, and the first t
small talk1. dress appropriatelysmall talk1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we adorn ourselves with
"velvet" and "silk" (polyester).
try to catch the eyes of onlookers
as we stand, stranded at our
street corner islands,
pulling up our skirts—
unsure if we are
bringing evil in, or
letting it out.
2. make it natural
forget that it isn’t.
put on a show and let those lies
slip from your lips in bated breath
and your lungs heaving in the chest.
3. be prepared
I don’t leave the house
without my pocket knife,
it comes in handy
when you want to be set free
from this sort of lifestyle.
Your Fate will Destroy Us Ch 4Merida couldn't keep her mind off Jack, and the guilt that raided her mind. As she went about the day, dressed in her tight pale pink dress her mother forced her in, and listening to her lectures on royalty and their family heritage, Merida thought of Jack. He had opened up to her, and she dismissed him mercilessly, watched as his face twisted in hurt and sadness. But she had to be honest. It was the truth. Wasn't it?Your Fate will Destroy Us Ch 41 year ago in Romance More Like This
Frowning, she scoffed and shook her head. She couldn't think about him right now. She had more pressing matters to attend to such as struggling to breathe in the tight dress. The day had come to an end finally, the dinner had been severed and eaten, and Merida was waiting for her mother to come help her get undressed. She stared at herself in the mirror, glaring at the figure that stared back, her thick, curly red hair pulled into a braid, wearing a pale pink dress that squeezed her so tight she felt her organs in her throat. But not only that, in the reflection of the mi
MercerxShepard fic part 2: Human ContemplationMercerxShepard fic part 2: Human Contemplation2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Alex sat silently on his cot, carefully watching the spectacle before him. He didn't know why they gave him a cot... He never needed to sleep. Although just agreeing to everything was much easier than explaining to the crew of the Normandy why he did not need sleeping accommodations. After he and Commander Shepard toured the brand new ship (because it was just as unfamiliar to her as it was to him) Alex decided to take up residence in the cargo bay. He picked the corner that was to the right when he exited the elevator. The crew gave him a cot, a foot locker, a table that hooked to the wall, a personal computer and his own omni-tool. He enjoyed the quiet, open, emptiness of the cargo bay. It made him feel less like he was stuck in a spaceship and more like he was back in New York Zero when he was the only living thing for miles, save for a hunter or two.
The peace and quiet did not last, however, becaus
Halo Clairvoyance Chapter 1Halo Clairvoyance Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Advanced Drawing Assignment
By Gary Cogdill
//January 20th, 2555, On board Thoughtless Resolve orbiting unknown planet orbiting Keplar System//
The room was mostly silent except for the soft humming of the motors from the control panel, and only lit with iridescent blue of the hologram. The silence was finally broken by a low, raspy voice. "We've received a message from the High Council to follow the Brutes onto the planet and exterminate the fleet and all the ground forces" The voice was that of Nira, one of the highest ranked officers in the covenant army. The Assault Carrier's control room was illuminated by the purple tint of the lights surrounding it, and glowed violet on the elite's skin and armor.
"No offense Elite, but that will take too much time, time we do not have." said the humans' commanding officer, Patterberg scolded. Nira knew the human was right. If the scouting parties were spotted on the planet the Brutes could quickly escape his grasps. Nira clenc
Vancouver Pt. 1- Halo FanficThe hotel seemed deserted enough for Jason. Most of the other buildings in Vancouver were filled with either marines or Covenant forces. He did not want to tangle with either one. The Covenant would kill him outright, while the marines would force him to fight, and thereby kill him indirectly. Living for as long as he could was Jason's big goal.Vancouver Pt. 1- Halo Fanfic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The once luxurious interior of Hotel Vancouver was now choked with dust and debris. Though it did not appear as though any fighting had taken place within the hotel itself, errant explosions nearby had taken quite a toll. Jason did not care about that. For the moment, the fighting seemed to have died down. It would give him ample time to find somewhere in the hotel where he could hide out and sleep.
The past night had been a long one. Jason suspected that it had been a long night for just about everyone involved, but he only knew about his own night. It had been an exciting night, what with being separated from the rest of the orphanage and hav
Survive the Zombies In the wake of nearly every disaster, fatalities occur long after the event has taken its initial toll. Whether it is a volcano, hurricane, flood, plague or zombie attack, the general pandemonium following a crisis often causes more problems for the survivors than the original disaster. The most threatening aspect of surviving the impending apocalypse is hordes of mindless drones, either in the form of zombies, angry mobs, or the Federal Emergency Management Agency.Survive the Zombies4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Paranoia and suspicion of others are the best ways to avoid being swept up in this deadly pandemonium. As long as quality of life is not part of the issue, staying shut away in an overly sterilized air lock with a lifetime supply of canned food will probably keep you breathing the longest. Of course, if retaining humanity is factored into the equation, your options are far less clear. As social creatures, humans have evolved to react as a group, similar to pods of fish and herds of
Halo: --Halo: -8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rachel screamed as a wave of plasma hit the street, vaporizing everything it its path. The buildings to either side were in flames or completely gone. Dead bodies covered the ground and the air was thick with smoke. The Covenants attack had been sudden and caught the citizens off guard. On the street chaos reigned. Covenant troops were dropping to the ground from the countless dropships that filled the sky while people were running, yelling desperately as they tried to escape the merciless slaughter. Sydney was slowly being overrun.
The girl gagged as the foul smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils. Her eyes watered and she struggled to breath through the smoke that hung heavy in the once clear air. Terror overwhelmed her mind when she saw a person nearby fall to his knees as an Elite rounded the corner, plasma rifle in hand. Rachel could do nothing but watch as the warrior fired its weapon, killing the man with a well placed shot to the head. Tearing her eyes from the horr
Blue Ridge Ep. 1The signal came like it used to, in the old days, during the war. The smoke burned a pale color tinged green. It rose in wispy clouds from the top of Blue Ridge. Quick winds brushed it out across the sky like watercolor paint on blue paper.Blue Ridge Ep. 111 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jonah spied it not long after the sun had come up as he often had when the war was about.
He ate what was left of yesterday’s kill and finished off a strip of jerky he’d gotten from the Goodwife Hetty a few weeks before. She was the only one who bought things from him since Pastor Sykes had died.
He gathered his old musket, checked his powder was dry, and counted his musket balls: twenty—more than he had the powder for. There would be time to remedy that. He packed away his meager belongings and turned from the game trail that he had been following and began heading for the rally point.
It had been agreed upon long before that if the Blue Ridge Boys were ever needed again, they would meet at the old town by Clearwater Creek.
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)7 months ago in Horror More Like This
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
WarHe waited. Patiently. There was no reason to hurry. There was little need to control everything. The Templar would come. As surely as the sun would rise tomorrow, the Templar would not be able to resist the rumour, the chance of a face to face meeting. A meeting that would prove to be the last one for one of them. He did not intend that it should be him. The Templar would surely feel the same way. After all, this war – sometimes secret, sometimes open – had been raging for centuries. He did not necessarily understand all the reasons for it. He did not need to. His allies fought for freedom of will, freedom of choice. For the ability of men to stand, not kneel. To oppose, not obey. To live, not just exist. Often, in the dark dreams of the night, those words would come to him: Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted. He did not believe. He understood.War1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
For a pirate, freedom was everything.
And so he waited. Patiently.
He came at last, the dark-haired Templar, his bearing aris
Noble Team 001Noble Team 0014 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 01: Case File 001 "Beginnings"
The helmet in her hands shifted as the Warthog hit another obstacle. She held it a little tighter, as if it could give her the strength she knew she'd probably need. This new team Noble Team, wasn't going to be inviting and if truth be told, she didn't want them either. She'd been perfectly fine with the small team of Marines, Seals or Airmen she was either paired with, or not. They weren't always the same, but they were friends, familiars
Noble Team was an anomaly that she didn't want to be part of, but was forced to by command. It wasn't much fair to the team either, to stick her with them. Not so soon after losing the previous Noble Six, Thom. It took a lot to step into the shoes of someone who was well liked and trustworthy. She was the outsider, and it was going to be hell for a while, and probably longer until she was at least considered part of the team.
Replacing her helmet atop her head, she settled in for the rest of the bump
The TrundlerThe Trundler4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
never mindI guess it’s kind of funny, if you think about it. You always see in the movies – in the TV shows – people running and screaming and praying and stuff. That’s what Hollywood always thought it would be like. Some sort of ‘death cloud’ or something – or like an asteroid or something like that – that just happened: that just totally hit everybody by surprise.never mind2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
People have known about it for months. It’s not like in the movies. The word ‘inevitability’ comes to mind: and hey, guess what? Nobody cares to run from the inevitable. It’s pretty stupid – isn’t it, if you think about it – how people, in the movies, try to run from inevitable death. Everybody has decided what they were gonna do today weeks ago, maybe even months ago. Say goodbye to family, spend time with girlfriend, et cetera et cetera. As with the Kubler-Ross effect – or whatever it's called – p
Priorities: Part 2Priorities: Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
10 Minutes Until Extraction
Upon entry, Nomolos Tower seemed perfectly intact, albeit the pitch darkness due to a lost connection to the power grid as well as the structure's back-up generators. The twenty or thirty so paces that Buck took along the carpeted floor were probably the most comfortable steps he had taken sine the op began. But as he delved deeper, the carefully crafted décor seemed to gradually morph into a motif of disarray and chaos.
Glass crunched beneath his boots as the bending corridor lead him closer to his team's beacon. Buck resented the sound. Normally he hated any noise that drew attention to his location, but the fact that he could hear something so subtle meant that there was nothing nearby to drown it out. Instead of nearing sounds of fire exchanging between his men and the Covvies, the Gunnery Sergeant was enveloped in the shadow of an unnerving and cryptic silence.
All that Buck could do was move on, blindly following his squad's t
Dana Mercer's Story Part 5Dana Mercer's Story Part 55 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
With Alex off doing whatever it was that he was doing, Dana decided it was time for her to take more action herself. Now that she had a way to fight off zombies, she didnt have that much to fear. Beginning to walk down the street, she left the front of the business building. Keeping to the shadows of the night so she wasnt seen, she headed in the direction she believed the closest hive was in.
Dana was ready to put her finding to the ultimate test. Alex was stronger than the Hunters, and if the sound made him so helpless that he fell to the ground in pain, then she was ready for a bigger enemy target.
As she approached the strongly infected area Dana heard the roars of numerous Hunters. It made her nervous, but she didnt slow her pace. She needed to do this, and didnt want to be scared and helpless.
Coming nearer and nearer to the hive, the roar of Hunters became much louder. Dana began to shake slightly, but continued walking. Turning her laptops volume up to f