The Secret Lives of Endermen 4The Secret Lives of Endermen 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year XXXX November 12
I have finally come in contact with a miner for a few supplies like wood and raw food and got up to date on what is happening in the world and I finally learned the date so I am quite happy about that. Rumors of miners trying to find ways to tame Endermen worry me since they are equal to us in many respects and it would be insulting to them to try. Not only that, it is downright dangerous since even wearing a pumpkin they can still get you if you touch them.
I’ve decided to put in writing what I have found out since my assertion to a mid-low ranking member of the clan. I hope at this time that whoever reads this will forgive me for not writing on the subject of status within Ender society. Being alone for so long with only Kefka for companionship has changed me in ways I didn’t think possible so I have to put an effort into doing things the old way. Starting from the most privileged and working down. This mode
For Better or For Worse ch 1For Better or For Worse ch 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've decided to write a sorta goofy story. I guess you can say this is a spin off from Enceinte
Grabbing the apples on the tray, the country mare inspected the fruits intently which grew a smirk on the Wonderbolt's face. Although it was not the most romantic scene he had in mind, Soarin enjoyed his time with the orange pony. Not use to seeing her as dolled up as she was in the Grand Galloping Gala a few years ago, he appreciated her wholesome look. Her hat tipped slightly which had her push it back up. Soarin soon found himself face to face with two apples that she held out.
"Bruises," she announced, shaking her head, "Bruises all over these apples. What're they doin' with 'em? Playin' baseball and usin' them as balls?" Applejack looked down timidly and set her food down on the table. "My 'pologies. It's the inner farmer in me."
"No worries," Soarin assured, "Cafeteria food is never that good anyway."
"Gosh, Ah hope Rainbow's gonna be fine," Applejack said. The blue Pegasus had
The Secret Lives of Endermen 5The Secret Lives of Endermen 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year XXXX December 5
Work notes: Ender Pearls and their uses
Last night it rained, the thunderclouds formed as quickly as they rose above the mountains and disaster struck with lethal precision. I thought it was just going to be another cloudy night when lightning and thunder shattered the silence then it came, the water. Everyone but Kefka and myself scrambled for cover under anything that was tall enough to serve so the entire clan was scattered in a pine forest under trees and rocky overhangs, almost everyone was hurt some more than others because they'd been climbing the steep faces of the mountains to find a way through the pass Effar was leading us through. The ones caught climbing took the most damage.
I couldn't just stand and watch them suffer or die if the rain didn't let up even if it's predominantly Effar who chooses the caves, without the moon as a guide and no clock since I dropped it in a river on the way here I felt a sense of
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
A Slightly Cruller Fate, Part One Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.A Slightly Cruller Fate, Part One3 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
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
Self preservationSelf preservation3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was always enthralled with his lectures, her hair had pink and lime green streaks in it today, thrown sideways into a pony tail though the volume of curl was so thick that it merely looked like she had thrown her hair to one side. Her brown eyes followed him as he moved around the room, he gathered if he asked her a question she'd be able to tell him word for word what he had said. It annoyed him to no end simply because he had never had anyone do it. He had been back at the university for only two semsters and his students had always taken his lectures with sleepy eyes and a desire to be done with it. He wondered what she feared? What would leave her quaking and screaming out of her mind in terror? All he could manage around her were awkward words and looks of dislike though...
And Besides, she belonged to Nigma didn't she?
Aurelie stared at the key as she ate her lunch, she had managed to translate some of the symbols, bu
Symbol HuntSymbol Hunt2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As you trudge along the old trail, muddy and overgrown with angry thorn bushes, you see a glimpse of a tattered, old, worn piece of paper. When you reach down for the paper, you wince as sharp thorns tear at your skin. You lift up the paper, examining it in your hands. The thick paper feels rough and grimy. The text has been faded and blurred, and most of the words are incomprehensible. It seems to be an old flier. In the center lies a triangle. Something within you reacts to this symbol. A shiver runs down your spine. Perhaps you're just cold. But your fate doesn't think so.
Bender ProblemsBender Problems3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Author's Note: Warning: Contains mentions of alcohol use and has a few cuss words. (This is Supernatural after all). Also, it has spoilers for 5x17.
Summary: We all know that Castiel 'found a liquor store and drank it' but don't you think his internal "angel GPS" would be a bit screwy due to the influence of alcohol?
The winged being was not amused and felt like smiting whatever else decided to hinder him from reaching his destination. Castiel had gotten a rather long, and annoying message from a mortal named Samuel Winchester, and as a result found himself going to wherever it was the youngest Winchester had said he was located at.
Might help if he could remember exactly where that was though. Next time I plan on trying this technique of Dean's I'm going to make sure those two won't be needing me every five seconds. The angel decided resolutely. Sighing deeply, the celestial creature closed his eyes and focused before he spread his gre
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
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
Ah Ain't Got no Ack-cent, P2Ah Ain't Got no Ack-cent, P24 years ago in Humor More Like This
The day arrived. Within 24 hours, a pair of wagons would appear, bearing Mister Marmalade's cutie-mark, to on-load precious cargo to Yokelahoma City. The day after, the Equestrian Agriculture Conference and Exhibition would begin.
Rarity's Boutique had been prepped and locked up, the unicorn herself running around all ten outfits awaiting on-loading. She would add a stitch there, prep a piece of fabric here, and would no doubt be fussing over the garments well until the day the convention doors opened. Occasionally, her eyes would glance over to a box she had prepared the past two weeks, in secret. I just know she's going to look fabulous in it! the dressmaker thought to herself.
Applejack in the meantime, had her hooves full. She currently had four pies in the
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
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
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
Everyone's just a little drunk here.Official DisclaimerEveryone's just a little drunk here.1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Skins, Under My Skins and Skins: Inside Out © and ™ LJ Phillips 2013. All artwork, concepts and related characters are copyright and trademarks of LJ Phillips. Any unauthorized use of the characters or concepts here will result in legal action. Of course, if you want to do fan art or write fan fic of the characters, feel free to do so as long as you acknowledge that LJ Phillips owns them and it's non-profit.
Also, the Shiba will get you.
Okay, this is from "If It Quacks Like A Duck" - http://fav.me/d6sa1x8. I posted it as a brilliant comment. Then my iPad decided it hated me. So this is what I'm imagining the conversation would be like if Cal decided to go ask for his $20 back from Rabbit.
Cal: Hey! Hey, you!
Rabbit: I'M A UNICORN!
Tyr: Get that party hat off your forehead!
Rabbit: BUT THEN I WON'T BE THE PRINCESS.
Cal: No, you're a quee-
ReminiscenceA shaft of light from the open loft window, speckled with clouds of glittering dust motes, cut across the dim expanse of the loft like a spear sunk into a tree, ending in a warm yellow square against the dusty boards of the floor. Coll paused in his work, brushing a heavily booted toe across the dust before shouldering his pitchfork and tossing another forkful of old straw out into the barnyard below. He shook his head. It didn't seem fitting anymore, somehow. But Dallben had insisted that the princess's old loft be prepared for her return, expected within a few days.Reminiscence3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Eilonwy will be home within a fortnight," the enchanter had said, apropos of nothing, two days previously after their evening sup. They had still been sitting at the table, neither in any hurry about cleaning up, and Coll, busily mending some old tack dumped in an oily heap next to the remains of his dinner, had thought Dallben asleep. Dallben had a way of startling a man with abrupt announcements that came out of nowher
Powered Up - 9x16The grace and fluidity of the movement would be a thing of beauty in any other circumstance; the strike executed with absolute precision and intent as, like the proverbial hot knife through butter, the head is detached from the body in one swift motion, without the slightest sound.Powered Up - 9x161 year ago in Drama More Like This
It is a perfect, flawless kill.
There is only a modicum of curiosity evident in the tilt of his head, as the morbid disbursement of body parts makes a slight thud and a pool of blood gathers in earnest to stain the formerly pristine hardwood. His attention quickly wanes, drawn to the pulsating rhythm that has taken root in his arm. Totally fixated on the flickering tendrils that march upwards along his starving veins and anxious to act on the overwhelming urge to somehow consume and soak in every juicy bit, he is unaware of the audience that is riveted to his every move.
They watch him intently and with growing unease; the seasoned hunter that wields the newly discovered blade with an unsettling vigor, the f
Savage Curses 1Savage CursesSavage Curses 11 year ago in Drama More Like This
By Ariel-D and Kgemeni
Description: Jarlaxle seeks the Cleansing Stone, but acquiring the Stone comes with a price. In the process, Jarlaxle and Entreri both have to face their inner fears. Set post-SotS.
Disclaimer: Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle belong to WotC and RAS. No profit is being made.
A/N: I played Artemis, and Kgemeni played Jarlaxle. Warnings for brief sexual violence. Contains some fluff and some rather stiff irony.
Set after Servant of the Shard. Pushes against what comes afterward.
The clang of metal ringing against metal filled the air. Artemis Entreri held in a growl as the disembodied sword attacked him; he hated fighting wizards. He slashed through the magical sword, dispelling it, only to find a swarm of magical missiles headed his way. He sheathed his dagger and switched Charon's Claw to his left hand, catching the missiles with his gauntlet
Iron Eagle, ch7Chapter 7Iron Eagle, ch76 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
STASIS DEACTIVATION COMPLETE
Indeed it was. Sonata turning into Sanguijuela. They are nothing alike.
Swiftblade was always getting the better of me. As if life wasnt hard enough.
I spot Sanguijuela standing beside me.
Good morning. She smiles at me as I get up. Hey, since when do I use blankets during my stasis? Not ever since one million stellarcycles ago. That vampire mustve spread it over me last night.
Why is she unusually happy today? She was completely furious with me last night! Oh no, she better not be up to something gruesome
Its your turn today, Blitzwing. Metals. Go.
I fly away towards the airstrip.
I reach the airstrip. I see two men talking, one of them a security guard. I carefully enter and transform into a jet.
Are you sure no ones been there?
No one, señor; the tapes are still there.
Looks like somethings missing.
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