A Nightingale's Tale 1: SidetrackedA Nightingale's Tale 1: Sidetracked3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Honorhall Orphanage. It had seemed so much bigger when Selene was a child. That was the way of things. The older she got, the smaller the world became. Old Grelod wouldn't look so big, either. She'd be stooped, her bones brittle with age, palsy sending terrible shivers in her bony hands. Selene wouldn't even have to use a blade. She could probably break the matron's neck with her bare hands.
But no. That was not why she was in Riften. She had made her choice, and she was going to stand by it. At least for the time being, Grelod the Kind would live. The decision had been for her benefit, not Grelod's; the desire for revenge was such a heavy burden to carry around. She wasn't an angry adolescent anymore. She was a grown woman, and a hero at that, although she hated the word. The old witch hadn't ruined Selene's life; she had shaped it, no matter how harshly. She wouldn't be where she was today if not for Grelod.
Thus, she turned her gaze away from the orphanage and walked up the stairs t
Ode for SheogorathOde for SheogorathOde for Sheogorath7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Come swim with the Birds and the Bees
And Gods flying in their threes
And logical Minded monkeys in the trees
Thank you but no Please!
You try to Halt and put it all on freeze
Here is the Daedric Prince, on your Knees
But youve been touched by the Madness
Just Embrace it with total Gladness
For Madness creates Art
A stage for actors to play the Part
Let it find a place in the Heart
Or, face the Retribution and Wrath
Of our rightful Lord Sheogorath
So come dance to the very merry jig
Offer up the yarn, gem and lettuce fig
The cats out of the bag, that dull hag
Laugh at boring old Jyggalag.
Whines MelodyWhines Melody6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- You know sometimes, Id like to prevent the time from flowing. -
- What do you mean? -
The wind blew below the huge pinnacles of the building, carrying a stream of dead leaves. The dark roses smell was intoxicating, mixing with the sweetness of the sunset.
Voryn leaned his head onto the palm of the hands, his auburn long hair sliding on the pale skin of the face. He seemed not to care about it.
- There. Look at our city - He said, without a turning of his eyes from the beautiful landscape.
Nerevar glanced at it.
It was really a remarkable vision. The city was alive, and beating like a childs heart, blown by the eastern winds and glistening with vivid colors. And the young Chimer loved it, with all the passion of his soul.
He smiled. - I see what youre seeing, Ryn. -
The older elf turned to look back at his friend, pursing his lips in thoughts.
- Yeah and think. If the time stops it would be forever and ever like this. Like were see
Funny moments in Skyrim"You, over there. The one lurking in the shadows."Funny moments in Skyrim3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Me? I'm not lurking..." *as I un-crouch and walk out of the shadows*
"I have a job I think you would excel at."
"Uh, okay...what's the job?"
"There is a man here in Markarth, Ogmund the Skald. It is obvious he worships Talos in his home, but the Jarl has been hesitant to call for his arrest. I want you to break into his house and find evidence."
"So you want me to commit a crime to get someone else arrested?"
"That is correct."
"I'm supposed to let you exchange one of your armor pieces for a more enhanced one. What'll it be?"
"Hm...I think I'll trade in my cuirass."
"Are you sure? Once you trade it in, it's a done deal."
"*snickers* Okay, here you go."
*cue raucous laughter*
"What? What's everybody laughing at? *looks down*"
"YOU COULD HAVE LET ME CHANGE ON MY OWN, TONILIA!!"
*runs off to get dressed*
"It takes a bold soul to approach a Jarl without summons."
"Who me? I wasn't, a
Skyrim-Awkward AffectionsWhiterun night was as peaceful as it could possibly afford after last dragon attack on western watch tower. Countless stars hung upon Night Lady's skirt as it jewels and the twin moon as her corsage. Pale azure aurora served as her veil. If one could personify the night, then she would be a fine lady bearing dress no mortals could even fathom weaving. With equally onyxian long hair with star encrusted tiara and aurora veil draped over her abyss black eyes.Skyrim-Awkward Affections3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vilkas stopped looking up the dark sky as his neck started to hurt, bad. Misty white breath formed in front of his haggard visage as he breathed, embracing the cold night air. He recognized the smell in the air, how the smaller animals behaved in late weeks, and how much less he encountered stray bears entering Whiterun farms. Winter was coming. In such realization, his ever thinking brain devised plans for upcoming winter, patrols on Whiterun perimeter, and hunt parties rosters. Rosters. He mused as he entered Jorrvaskr l
The Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf XIII see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mineThe Girl with the Voice - Brynjolf XII4 years ago in Drama More Like This
You have only been gone ten days but already I'm wasting away
I know I'll see you again, whether far or soon
But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.
"I Miss You", Incubus (Boyd, Einziger, Lance, Kilmore, Pasillas)
Riften just wasn't the same without Marieka around. Somehow everything seemed less bright less vibrant. Yet, it also gave Brynjolf further appreciation for the times when she was around. That didn't help much, however when he contemplated just how long it had been since he last saw her. Was it even really that long this time?
Had his life become so intertwined with this woman that even the hours spent away from her felt like lifetimes?
He sighed as he packed up his goods from the stall and readied himself to head back underground. As he packed the remainder of his "magical" potions into the crate, he sensed someone standing in front of the stall and looked up briefly.
Sick Day“Don't be ridiculous, Listener.” Cicero scolded gently.Sick Day2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Bud I haff to...” I began, without really knowing what I had to do.
“Seriously.” said Babette, “The best thing you can do is stay in bed, for now.”
I was in the Dawnstar Sanctuary, and my fellow assassins were forcing to make me stay in b, which was making me angry. Every time I tried to sit up, the two of them would push me down.
“Id's just a fever.” I sniffed, “Id's dot like I'm dying.”
“The Listener needs to stay in bed.” Cicero said.
“Bud dere work to be done.” I insisted.
“Let someone else do it.” Babette said, exasperated.
I scowled at her and wiped my nose on a cloth she gave me, and she smirked. Cicero was wriggling excitedly behind her.
“Unfortunately,” Babette went on. “I am all out of ingredients for a potion of cure disease, and so is the woman in Dawnstar. So, until your fever breaks, you'll h
Thorin's Heart ~ Chapter 1Thorin's Heart ~ Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
I would give all the gold and jewels under the sun to taste the sweetness of your kiss, hear the melody of your song, and feel the love that envelopes completely as you hold me in your arms.
~Thorin Durin Oakenshield
~ They watched their king stand on the cliff side until she was gone from his sight and then they watched him stand there some time longer. Their great King who had lost so much but seemed to keep fighting for what he wanted and what was rightfully his. The admiration for this dwarf was of the highest respect and dignity and no other would compare. He slowly turned and saw them all staring at him. He looked at each one and saw not pity, but veneration and hope in their eyes. They would fight with him, side by side, to get his kingdom back. To get him back to his love. ~
Chapter 1 ~ A Song in the Night
Kale was playing with Nightrunner who always seemed to find her at night. She ran with him through the soft glow of the moonlit forest that bord
Skyrim- Memoirs of a HousecarlIt was, once again, two in the morning when he came stumbling in through the door of Breezehome. He had a glowing sword on his hip and was clothed in strange, evil-looking armor. A quiver of Ebony arrows was askew on his back, and he was muttering about draugr and hands and nightingales.Skyrim- Memoirs of a Housecarl3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Believe it or not, I am used to this. “Hello, my love,” I said. “Back from some adventure, I bet.”
He continued to mutter, a bit dazedly, while he began unloading several new weapons onto the rack on the wall. Most of them were also glowing. Then he crossed over to the fire and sat down very tiredly, the wooden chair creaking and settling under him. He stared into the fire for a minute, before finally looking at me.
“Lydia,” he said, “Would you mind cooking something for me?”
“Here,” I replied, ladling a bowl of stew from the ever-present pot on the fire (as a housecarl, you have to be prepared for your Thane to come in at any moment). “
Raised by Wolves: Chapter NineteenThe walk back to Windhelm was shorter and actually enjoyable; I laughed and joked with my comrades in arms. Along the way we snagged a couple deer and a boar for the kitchens. When we crossed the bridge entering into the city, we looked grim with our armor and faces covered in blood and gore, but our expressions displayed our triumph. Scores of people filled the streets, and upon our arrival they burst into celebration. The sound was deafening; people screamed as trumpets blared. Flower petals and confetti rained down upon us. We walked through the city embraced as heroes.Raised by Wolves: Chapter Nineteen3 years ago in Romance More Like This
My companions joined in the jubilation and began cheering along with the crowd. I smiled but felt a sense of dread settle in my gut. How had everyone known about our victory? And if everyone in the settlement knew, that had to mean Ulfric knew as well.
My eyes searched the crowd and settled upon the steps leading up to the Palace of the Kings. He stood tall and regal, lookin
My Herald's BedTitle: My Herald's BedMy Herald's Bed11 months ago in Romance More Like This
Author: Phsbarbie (Natasha Poe)
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Characters/Pairings: Cullen and Female Inquisitor(Skyla Trevelyan)
Disclaimer: Dragon Age: Inquisition and all it's characters are the intellectual property of Bioware/EA.
I look at the time piece on Sky's desk and sigh. She's still not back. She's been away from Skyhold for nearly three weeks this time, what feels like an eternity, but she sent word to Leliana that she's be home this afternoon. Five hours ago, in fact. And I have missed her desperately.
So desperately, actually, that I've left my office on the ramparts and spent the last six hours waiting in the first place she always goes- her rooms. True I brought some work along with me, but at least I'm here. Though now it seems my surprise has been for naught.
With a disappointed frown I blow out the candle I've been working by, gather up my paperwork, and make my way down from her tower.
My Girl Lola I pause outside the door to her cabin, trying to psych myself up. Come on Vega, you can do this! I tilt my head side to side and roll my shoulders, stretching as if I'm headed for the boxing ring. Of course, after talking to Shepard I usually feel like I've been sparring.My Girl Lola2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I have a crush on Lola. There, I admit it. Those flashing eyes, easy smile, and wicked tongue have me hooked. The way she moves, the way she fights, the way those tendrils of hair escape her ponytail and curl beside her face... okay, it might be a bit more than a crush. But am I anything more than a buddy to her? I think I might have been until today. I bite back a groan and let my head drop back, staring at the ceiling. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
I was down in the refugees' docking bay, getting inked. I'd finally decided to accept the invitation to the N7 program and thought that deserved some fanfare. It looks great by the way, a giant "N7" across my back. Anyway, I was s
Unexpected (GerIta Mpreg) Chapter 10Chapter 10: Mad DashUnexpected (GerIta Mpreg) Chapter 102 years ago in Romance More Like This
“We have a large selection of cribs to choose from; white ones, pink ones, blue ones, plain ones, veneered ones, beach, oak, pi-“
“Okay!” Germany sighed heavily. He and Italy had come to IKEA get some furniture for the baby’s nursery, only to be shown around by Sweden, who just ‘happened’ to be wandering around the store. His monotone mumbling was starting to get on the German’s nerves and since he was the only one listening he needed some sort of escape.
“Ah, Sweden, do you have any chairs?”
The Swede’s eyes sparkled and he quickly marched off to make a list of every chair the store had in stock. Germany’s shoulders sagged in relief; he only wanted a crib and perhaps a mobile for the baby to look at.
Germany made his way down one of the many aisles, searching for his 7 month pregnant love. He found him near the bookshelves, his big brown eyes shimmering with an emotion Germany couldn’t q
This Fic Gave Me CancerWarning: The following story is a parody and not to be taken seriously in the slightest. Please enjoy. ^_^This Fic Gave Me Cancer3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Once upon a time the Listener was summoned by Ulfric Stormcloak to do a mission.
"Dragonborn, I need you to do a mission for me," Ulfric said commandingly. He said many things commandingly because he was the future High King of Skyrim. It wasn't official or anything, but it was true because Ulfric Stormcloak said it was. And Ulfric Stormcloak was never wrong.
"What is it, my jarl?" the Listener, who was also the Dragonborn, said. Ulfric Stormcloak didn't know the Listener and the Dragonborn were the same person because that would have been silly. Although sometimes the Listener wondered why Ulfric Stormcloak didn't know because she wore her shrouded armor all the time. All the time. Even when she and Ulfric Stormcloak had sexy times, which were a lot.
Ulfric was good at sex. He had a big penis like all Nords.
Anyway, Ulfric Stormcloak was telling the Listener/Dragonborn
Odahviing x Dragonborn!Reader! (prt. 2!)Odahviing x Dragonborn!Reader! (prt. 2!)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
~Skip about a day~
"She has been gone for at least a day Paarthurnax!" One of the elder dragons complained.
"Oyi' meyye! Be patience! You all know how...strong willed Alduin is!" The others silenced as they hear the sound of foot steps. They all saw you walk you walk up to Paarthurnax and say,
"It is done. But I fear he may have caused more damage than this." She uncovered her arm to reveal a gash big going down the middle and i studied her face. She was happy, yet in terrible pain.
"Go to the monastery, and tell Arengier to heal you. He will help."
You nodded you head and walked down the mountain, shouting "Clear Skys. When you disappeared the others began to talk again, this time, about there freedom.
You reached the monastery at dusk, and when you entered the warm building, Arengier saw you and you collapsed in the Monk's arms.
"Sorry..." You said trying to get back up, but he said,
"Do not worry, rest." With that, all you saw was dar
My Hetalia HeadcannonsMy Hetalia HeadcannonsMy Hetalia Headcannons4 years ago in Romance More Like This
*WARNING: This list will contain excessive amount of yaoi. As in, boy/boy. It will also contain USUK, Giripan, Spamano, GerIta, PruCan, RoChu, and a few others. If you're not a fan of yaoi, or those pairings, don't whine and don't read. *
-The nations always, always, ALWAYS call each other by their human names. Friends, family, enemies, partners, whatever. HUMAN NAMES
-Arthur calls Alfred by various British pet names, i.e. love, poppet, darling, etc. In return, Alfred calls Arthur baby, gorgeous, beautiful, His Royal Hotness, etc.
-Lovino has a not-so-secret fetish for when Antonio sweet-talks him in Spanish. He also actually enjoys when Antonio gives him nicknames or tells him he looks like a tomato
-Matthew has a witty, smart, sarcastic side to him that lets him get along and joke with Gilbert really well. Its one of the reasons he loves him.
-Gilbert calls Matt "Birdie" not just because he tends to squeak when nervous or scared and is cute jus
Skyrim: RebirthLocation: Skyrim, TamrielSkyrim: Rebirth2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Time: Second Seed, 5E302
Archer observed the fortress that stood not a mile away from his position with a personal viewing scope. It was an old fort that was left over from the olden days, made of crumbling stone, and weathered with age. It might have appeared more grand back when it was made, but nowadays it was abandoned; except for the occasional bandits that would oftentimes settle down there and conduct raids on merchant wagons passing by on their way to nearby Whiterun, such as now. Archer had been sent on a Companions’ contract, along with Farkas, to eliminate the bandits now occupying the fort. Also coming along with him was his Housecarl, Lydia.
“So what’s it like over there, Archer?” asked Farkas, gazing out towards the old ruins without his own viewing scope. The large Nord was heavily armored, wearing a thick steel cuirass on his chest under a brown cloth jacket and shirt, and he wore gray pants. He held a large bardi
O/K: It's a Wonderful ShipThe sounds were gone. Every single one of them. The muffled cries, and the languid groans, and the short, greedy intakes of breath, and the rustle of two voices whispering deliriously in the dark... All gone. Replaced by silence. Piercingly cold, oppressive, almost palpable silence. She had not noticed when, or how, it had crept into the room - or rather, when, or how, he had let it creep into the room - but there it was, pressing its clammy hands against her chest and throat. It surrounded her, smothered her; she breathed it in instead of air, and its freezing touch scorched her lungs and made her heart well up with pain that would, sooner or later, burst out onto the surface.O/K: It's a Wonderful Ship2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Kiara did not abide silences. And when the weight of this particular silence grew too great for her to bear, she stirred, and let out a small half-sigh, half-sob, and, passing her tongue over her lips - the mark from his fierce first bite still stung a little - breathed out one of the countless nicknames