Santo Roma's Richiesta Pt. 1The sun was bright and the day was warm, both of which made Italy so very happy. He was leaning against the balcony railing outside of him and Germany's room in his blue boxers and a pink tank top. The sun felt nice against his pale skin, and he was considering asking Germany to skip training for the day so he could tan. Hey, summer was starting up, he needed to look good!Santo Roma's Richiesta Pt. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Italia," Germany said from inside the room, "come und get dressed. Ve haff to get to training."
"Aw," Italy pouted as he ran back over to the blonde nation, "but it is such a beautiful day Germany! Can't we just skip training and laze around? Maybe tan a bit?"
Germany sighed deeply and looked into Italy's excited light brown eyes. How could he say no to such a cute face? He looked out the open glass doors to the balcony as a warm breeze came into the room. Vell, it is a vonderful day. I suppose skipping one session vouldn't hurt anyzing.
He smiled at Italy and rumpled Italy's brown hair. "Fine I
To War, to WarTo War, to WarTo War, to War3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rainbow Dash slowly made her way amongst rows of dark tents in the Equestrian encampment. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky a shade of dark crimson and covering the empty alley in sharp shadows. The only sounds reaching her ears were the crackling of campfires hidden from her view by the tents, no doubt surrounded by silent soldiers who had nothing more to converse about, and the clattering of the armor on her chest meeting her shoulder guards with every step forward. She had been invited by the Princess to attend a meeting of the commanding officers of the four armies in the joined camp. They were to discuss the plans for the coming weeks of the march southwards across the continent.
Dash was alone with her thoughts on her way to the hill in the center of the camp. How had it come to this? Each link in the chain of events leading up to this moment had made sense in its own right, and yet the chain as a whole surpassed her. They were joining other cou
Within Me :: PrologueWithin Me :: Prologue9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
These dreams have been haunting my sleep for five weeks now; the images are vivid and flashing, like lightning but never incessant. I started this dream log as a means of fitting the pieces together during my waking hours, yet still, nothing makes much sense. What chills me are the voices; garbled tongues, guttering, choking, struggling – howling like starving dogs. The first night I heard them, I pitied their wretched cries. Admittedly, they frightened me, but I knew that logic dictated dreams are only the mind's interpretation of the day's events. Then they broke the barrier between night and day.
I hate them. I want them to quiet, to find whatever it is they're begging for and leave me alone. This isn't normal. Not even the most fertile imagination can cut flesh. But who do I go to? How do I explain this is not my doing? I know it's not, I'm not mad.
You more than anyone would know what to say, what to do. I wish you could help me with what's ha
A Slightly Cruller Fate, Part One Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.A Slightly Cruller Fate, Part One4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Excuse me, Princess?"
"Just one moment!" Thunk. Somewhat dazed, Luna pulled her face away from the desk. "Come in!" she said, her horn and muzzle throbbing slightly.
Through the door trotted - oh, what a surprise! Yet another pony levitating a stack of papers about twice the size of the last. "Princess," he said, oblivious to the piercingly-annoyed glare in Luna's eyes, "The request to change the Equestrian national tree from the Holly Oak to the Bay Willow has been withdrawn, so the reinstatement paperwork needs to be filled out."
This late at night? "Alright," replied Luna, already readying her quill, "I think I can-"
"And," he interrupted, "The budget cuts for the School for Gifted Unicorns need to be finalized."
That again?! "Of course." Luna nodded, keeping her voice
Slendy in PonyvilleTwilight Sparkle was in her library that night, as usual, looking for some fresh reading material, when she came across a book she had never noticed before. It was bound in black leather with no title; only a circle with an 'X' through it gave any hints as to what the literature was. The symbol held no meaning to Twilight; she had never seen nor heard of it before. Curious, she used her magic to pull it off the shelf and lay it open before her. Much to her surprise, the pages were blank. There wasn't a single trace of ink on any of them. Twilight immediately had Spike take a letter to Princess Celestia concerning the book, to which she received a frantic reply warning Twilight not to touch that book.Slendy in Ponyville3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As Twilight began dictating a reply questioning why the book shouldn't be touched if it was in the library, she felt something cold wrapping itself around her flank. Before she could even let loose a paniced yelp, Twilight was whisked through the window, Spike running after her
In the End: friendship, 400 w.In the EndIn the End: friendship, 400 w.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Jarlaxle stirred faintly, roused by the clanging of a buoy mixed with the splashing of ocean waves and the cries of sea gulls. The world had changed a great deal since 878 DR, when he'd been born. Now it was 1978, and Skullport's harbor was filled with steel battleships and cruise liners. Jarlaxle had grown old, although his mother than been older when she died. But there was no evil goddess to keep him alive unnaturally long, and the Weave had been exhausted, making magic die. And Jarlaxle was sitting on his private beach letting the soft rays of the sunset warm him. He got cold easily these days; he fell asleep accidentally.
But he was never so far gone as to miss the approach of the human walking up the beach toward him. The man wore white pants and a white shirt, the pants rolled up a few inches so he could let the waves lap over his feet. The shirt was unbuttoned, providing a
Within Me :: Chapter OneWithin Me :: Chapter One9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Haha, okay I realise the beginning didn't make much sense. But hang in there, it is a mystery after all! The next few chapters rewind back to a couple of weeks before Bra's death.
Hello darkness, my old friend
The gorge was deep and damp, and stank of wet leaves and stagnant water. An icy chill swept through the blackness, carrying with it the putrid scent of decaying flesh and far off cries. Bra wrinkled her nose and shivered in her thin cotton nightdress, more from the lifelessness of the strange place than from fear. Her bare toes touched upon something hard and dry. Tentatively, she pressed her full weight down on the invisible object, which cracked and splintered in retort.
'Bones,' her mind whispered in alarm. The idea of picking her way across a heap of scattered skeletons was not one she relished, but it didn't seem like there was any other way out. The high, treacherous walls of the gorge towered hundreds of metres above her head. It was as if a kn
One ShotOne Shot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Seb kept his gun in hand, his sight tracking John as he jumped from the Taxi. Jim wouldn't just shoot Sherlock, he had to fall, he would never ruin his perfect ending.
There was only one person that could have been shot on that rooftop, no matter how much Seb refused to believe. He brought a hand to his ear, switching on the com system between him and Jim.
"Sir, I need the word, I've got the doctor in sight. Should I Shoot?"
"Boss, I need the word. Yes or no?"
Still no word.
"Dammit Jim, answer me you bastard!" Seb found himself screaming over the line, as if he
could bring Jim back by cursing and insulting him.
Seb focused back on his target.
He could shoot him.
He could do what Jim had promised.
He could burn Sherlock's heart right out with one bullet.
Instead he found himself watching as John screamed his best friends name and began to run. Sherlock had fallen from St Barts, Jim had gotten his perfect ending, what would he have said if Seb were to shoot right now.
IIIIt had been three days to date since Jim's little show.III3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian was waiting for Moriarty's return. He would continue forth with his daily routine, constantly expecting Jim to sidle up alongside him with that grin of his, hat pulled down low over his sunglass clad eyes, a hand tugging on Seb's arm, dragging him home, giving him a new assignment.
It had been three weeks to date since Jim's little feature.
Sebastian wasn't worried yet. Why should he be? His boss would do this quite frequently, vanishing for months at a time on some sudden whim of his fancy. Whether it was to take down a target or because a new hobby had captured his interest for a short period, sending him dancing around the globe to collect them all.
It had been three months to date since Jim's little exposé.
Sebastian still wasn't worried about his boss, but there was this feeling in the pit of his stomach, much like a lead ball weighing him down.
He made certain to jog by Jim's
No Darkness Without LightNo Darkness without LightNo Darkness Without Light6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1 The Birth of Darkness
The Storm Hawks are on a recon mission to find out what Master Cyclonis is up to. The Storm Hawks recently heard that Master Cyclonis is working on something big. They feel the need to stop her evil plans...
Whatever it may be.
My Names Aerrow. Im the leader of the Storm Hawks Squadron. My team is the best team ever. I have everything that a team leader needs. A wingman with sharpshooting skills, a specialist, a strongman, a well trained carrier pilot and a trusty sidekick all by my side. The best part of all this is that theyre all my friends.
Piper, what was it you wanted to talk about? Aerrow asked as he walked in Pipers room.
I think Cyclonis is working on something like the Storm Engine before. I over heard a group of people at the supply depo talk about it.
Hmm... Well I guess we better get more information about it. To the He
Dragon Age: EpilogueThe crowds cheer as I walk into view, and I force my hand to wave back in gratitude. I can see in their eyes the truth how ashamed they must feel that an elf, hailing from the Circle of Magi none the less, single handedly held their world together in its darkest hour. For now they are merely glad that they have survived a Blight, but I know the memories will fade quickly as Ferelden rebuilds, and soon I will be an elf and a mage once more. Subject to humans and templars, where can I call home?Dragon Age: Epilogue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I cringe as a guard announces me as "the elf who saved us all!!". Zevran looks amused, the little bastard. Alistair, Ferelden's new king, avoids my gaze. It appears I made the wrong choice in the Dalish wilderness; I should have known my place. Should of known even a forgotten royal bastard was out of my league. After everything we went through, everything he said to me I want to rip that po
Savage Curses 3Chapter ThreeSavage Curses 31 year ago in Drama More Like This
Entreri expected a white flash, but all that happened was that he awakened in the last place he remembered being: a low couch in the Maranelli Guild penthouse. He sighed and pushed himself in to a sitting position, something that wasn't as easy as it used to be. He was sixty years old now, and he'd packed on forty pounds, making him overweight but not obese.
Still, he could most certainly tell the difference forty pounds made; he lost his breath in fights sometimes. However, he had no motivation to change his lot. Life held no meaning for him. Besides, he was a lieutenant in the Maranelli Guild, so he was plenty rich enough to eat and drink what he liked when he liked.
And that was exactly why he had a hangover.
Entreri groaned at the sharp pain in his head. Fortunately, the curtains were drawn over the windows, so the light wasn't too bad. He struggled to his feet, sighed, and headed toward the dining hall. He
Less Than PerfectLess Than PerfectLess Than Perfect1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Description: At age 14, Entreri is a lieutenant in the Basadoni Guild, and his personal mantra is ‘less than perfect gets you killed.’ Pasha Basadoni has taken an interest in his newest officer, though, and challenges Entreri’s perception. The moment has a strange effect on the boy.
Disclaimer: Belongs to RAS and Wizards of the Coast, not me. No profit is being made.
Author’s Note: This story is built directly upon RAS’ 1994 story “The Third Level” in the Realms of Infamy. For those of you who haven’t read it, this story establishes a somewhat different history than is presented in RotP, and it also focuses at the end on how Entreri is promoted soon after joining the Basadoni Guild. Entreri thinks to himself often in the story that “Less than perfect gets you killed.”
This fic is also inspired by the interesting relationship between
Grim Tales Bloody Moon CAPITULO 2GRIM TALES BLOODY MOONGrim Tales Bloody Moon CAPITULO 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
CAPITULO 2: PELEAS Y MAS PELEAS
Minnie y Rebecca se sentaron, las dos estaban llenas de golpes y moretones y aparte tenían el cabello alborotado, Mandy y Natalia estaban paradas cada una junto a su hija.
-Primero tu Minnie ordeno Mandy.
-Como usted ordene madre, bien Rebecca lamento haberte pellizcado los muslos y jalado su cabello dijo Minnie con su mirada baja.
-Tu turno Rebecca ordeno Natalia.
-Bien mamá, Minnie lamento haber mordido tus brazos y haberte golpeado en el estomago dijo Rebecca pero sin arrepentimiento alguno.
-Genial ahora todo está resuelto Junior sonrió.
-Tenemos que ir al comedor de una vez dijo Grim.
-Por favor acompáñenos dijo Mandy.
Así los invitados los siguieron hasta el comedor, lástima que en lo que llegaban Minnie y Rebecca no apartaron sus miradas de enojo pero por eso Junior iba en medio de las dos aunque no funcionara. Cuan
FF Il mostro della lunaFF Il mostro della luna5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nonno, sono tornato! Guarda che ho trovato! Lo cucineremo per cena!", chiamò il ragazzino pieno di gioia, mentre agitò le mani per incitare quel uomo a guardarlo. Il bambino aveva i capelli neri come la pece e sparati in tutte le direzioni, ma questo non era la cosa più notevole. Il suo marchio distintivo più grande era la lunga coda marrone e pelata. Un altro fatto interessante era che trascinata dietro di se niente meno che un lupo!
"Bravo, Goku! Sei stato bravissimo!", rise l'uomo anziano accarezzando la testa del bambino. L'uomo si chiamava Son Gohan.
Goku portò la sua preda dentro alla loro piccola capanna, era un edificio molto povero e semplice, ma loro due non chiesero di meglio. In quella foresta fitta e selvaggia era l'unico segno di cultura umana nel raggio di moltissimi chilometri.
Subito il bambino tornò fuori e si posizionò davanti a suo nonno.
"Nonno Gohan, ora è l'ora per gli esercizi!"
"Ho capito aspetta che arrivo
FICLETS -Love + War- (MxJ)FICLETS -Love + War- (MxJ)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
TITLE: Venus ( ♀ )
Zuko had said, "You're beautiful" so many times, Mai began to wonder if the words were just habit to him, that he never really looked at her anymore...
Did it really matter to her to be told that she was pretty, again and again? That was what silly, shallow girls wanted to hear, sincere or not. Right? 'I began to expect him to say it... and then, I became deaf to it...'
"I never realized..."
Then again, Zuko tried to change her in many, subtle ways, ways that she never realized until now, when the contrivances of Fate had put some time and distance between them. He wanted her to smile on cue; asked for it, noted when she did not, bothered her about it, assuming it was some sign that something was wrong with her, not realizing that she did not smile unless she wanted to, unless there was a good reason for it.
"... when you smile..."
Of course, people associated smiling with happiness. So maybe, after all... sh
The Great Mushroom WarWhen I woke up I really thought I was dead, but instead of seeing heaven, I saw that silly little boy in his white bearskin hat poking me with a stick.The Great Mushroom War3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Hello? Are you dead? Hello?" When he saw me open my eyes he excitedly rushed to my side. "Hello? Miss? Are you okay?"
"I don't know " I couldn't really remember what happened, I just remember my father kissing my forehead and telling me that this injection might save my life, then it all went black.
"World war three they just dropped the last bomb. I think everyone else died I don't know how you or I lived..."
"What?" I sat up, and looked at my body, my dress was covered in ashes. "Could this be the nuclear apocalypse my father told me about " I didn't believe it would ever happen, I had relied on science to rule out anything like that. My father was a scientist some people thought he was mad, but I knew he wasn't.
"Yeah," He reached out and helped me to my feet, I felt dizzy as I stood.
A Different BeginningA Different BeginningA Different Beginning5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Written by: Shea M. Daily
Summary: In which Starscream is older than dirt, and a young Megatron is his ward.
Fandom: Transformers IDW AU (Pre- All Hail Megatron)
Pairing: (hints of future) Megatron/Starscream
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: In All Hail Megatron, Vol.1, there was a conversation between Megatron and Starscream in which Starscream said, "Your memory fails you, Megatron. I was there even before there was a 'beginning'. Before you." It just so happens I was writing a mini-fic for my picture The Princess and the Crow that I had drawn which featured Tsukino Usagi from Sailor Moon and Uchiha Itachi from Naruto, when I paused in the middle of it and thought to myself: with a few little changes here and there, this could be totally awesome! And thus this was born.
I'm dedicating this to ladyredvelvet here on dA, as she's assured me that it's totally cool
Like Moth to a FlameMelkor beholds the eldest son of Finwë in the white city of Tirion. He sees him approachhead held high, intricate robes billowing, hair braided with weaving gold and red. He sees him pass and feels the resonating power, the elegance and the confidence, and the wrath. He sees him leave, and hides a vicious smile seen by none.Like Moth to a Flame4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Melkor beholds the greatest creations of Curufinwë Fëanáro at a great feast before the Valar. He sees their dazzling, shining light of the Two Trees, and their perfect, rounded shape. He sees the dreams of the Valar and the hopes of the Elves, and the accursed Music of Eru resounds in his ears. But more than that, his eyes are drawn to that fair face with its fiery eyes and that zealous, prideful soul.
Melkor beholds the burning spirit of Fëanor as he watches him work in his forge. He sees the unquenchable pride and voracious determination, and the will and ability to succeed magnificently. He sees the burning wrath and the cold cruel
Stay With MeStay With Me4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warning: Slight SasuNaru yaoi.
This fic is based on the preview picture (larger and original version can be found in description). I DID ask for permission, but I've been waiting for weeks and have received no reply whatsoever. Thus, I decided to just post it and be done with it. Sorry for any inconvenience caused(like you're Orin or a friend or something and don't allow me to do this; feel free to ask me to take it down; I will.)
Stay With Me
He was in his element. Killing was his forte. Just like back in the good old days, except for a few insignificant changes. For example, he was kind of stuck in a human form. And the previous occupant of that body was screaming in his mind to stop it, stop killing with such reckless abandon, to only kill the enemy and not every single living thing in sight.
Kyuubi, of course, ignored this voice.
He had never cared for anyone before. The only one he felt vaguely attached to was his container, the blond, blue-eyed freak Uzumaki Naruto, whom
CzasKatsura na początku myślał, że wojna jest piękna.Czas3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Zapatrzony w ideały, czarnowłosy samuraj oczami wyobraźni widział tylko szerokie pola, chwalebne zwycięstwa i czyste niebieskie niebo rozświetlane gorącymi promieniami słońca. Wtedy wciąż miał nadzieję, jasną i mocną, nieustającą. Pod koniec jego fantazji zawsze wracali do domu, ramię w ramię, śmiejąc się z odniesionych ran, które były zbyt błahe, żeby nad nimi płakać. Szkoda, że rzeczywistość była tak inna od jego marzeń.
Tutaj nikt nawet nie rozgraniczał ich na śmiertelnie i lekko rannych, każdy z nich był już chodzącym trupem. Czasem tylko udawało im się wylizać i przeżyć odrobinę dłużej. Jedni obrywali w brzuch albo w głowę i umierali w ciągu minut, w najgorszym
Chat 13Yamamoto: please?Chat 134 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yamamoto: Why not!
Gokudera: Cause. It's dirty.
Yamamoto: I've always wanted to try it with you though!
Yamamoto: It will make me happy!
Gokudera: Do you seriously think I want to see THAT.
Yamamoto: Why wouldn't you? You are a dude!
Gokudera: I am well a where of that.
Yamamoto: Aren't you supose to like that kind of stuff?
Gokudera: Sorry for being diffrent.
Gokudera: I will get all sweaty.
Yamamoto: So? We can take a shower after words.
Gokudera: What do you mean WE?
Yamamoto: Haven't you seen people do it on T.V or like on the Internet before?
Yamamoto: Wouldn't it be fun!
Gokudera: No. I think I would be embarrassed.
Yamamoto: EVERYONE has done it.
Gokudera: Obviously not EVERYONE.
Yamamoto: Why are you being so stubborn! Just do it with me
Realization: friendship 300 w.RealizationRealization: friendship 300 w.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Damned drow! Don't die."
The words seemed to reach Jarlaxle through a soupy haze. An errant thought nagged him, the thought that something important had happened and he needed to remember what. No answers followed, though.
"If you die now, I'll never forgive you."
Jarlaxle wanted to either laugh or frown laugh at the thought he'd die so easily and frown at whoever was making such odd pronouncements over him. As though he would die! But no sooner had he thought that than he remembered being in a fight, one worse than usual. Yes, that was right. He'd been close to breaking the ball that would whisk him off to a place even he couldn't predict, but if he'd been in that much trouble, why wasn't he safely elsewhere?
Wait. There had been someone else. A few someone elses, really. That crazy child of his long-dead friend and his equally insane lov
The Amazing Spidercolt Ch.1Featherweight shifted in his sleep as the morning light poured into his room. He smiled in his sleep, then scowled as his alarm clock went off.The Amazing Spidercolt Ch.13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Featherweight, time to get up! It's field trip day!" a mare's voice called.
The young colt smiled and shook off his bundled blanket from his body. After washing up he dashed down the ladder from his room and fluttered into the kitchen. Two elderly ponies were in the kitchen, a stallion with a navy blue coat, grey mane and t-square cutie mark, and a mare with an orange coat and purple mane with grey steaks and a necklace cutie mark.
The stallion looked up from his paper and smiled at Featherweight.
"Well, morning ace," he spoke kindly to his nephew. Featherweight made his buck-tooth grin and hugged his.
"Morning Uncle Pen," he laughed.
Pen Stroke was Featherweight's father's brother, and when he and his mother had left he went to live with him and his wife, May Bell.
May looked over her shoulder and smirked slyly. "What? No hug for me? And to t