Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
Innocence Lost, Chapter 4Chapter 4: A Kiss, Sweet MotherInnocence Lost, Chapter 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I spent two terrible days on the streets of Windhelm before I managed to get into my own house. It rained and sleeted for almost every hour of those two days, which I mostly spent sitting on top of a pair of barrels under an arch in an alleyway, trying desperately to stay dry and warm. When it let up a little, I would wander down to the docks with my line and hooks to catch fish, cooking them with bits of broken wood and rags that I fished out of trash bins. Those bins also provided me with a few bits of thin wire and pins that I could bend into makeshift lockpicks.
At night, I would crouch in front of my front door, working with the shabby picks in a vain effort to get the lock open. Every time I saw an approaching lantern, I would drop everything and scurry into a nearby alley to wait for it to pass. I must have broken nearly a dozen pieces of rusty metal trying to pick the lock before finally getting it to catch and turn on the second night. It
The Nightshades: Chapter FourThe Nightshades: Chapter Four2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Games > Elder Scroll Series > Pre Skyrim
Pairings: Cicero / Future Dragonborn - Listener
Location: Bravil 188 4E (well before events at Helgen in 4E 201)
Story Status: Complete!
(All Chapters 1 - 6 posted)
Summary: Tasked with delivering an important message to the Listener Alisanne Dupre in Bravil, a young and cocky Cicero let's curiosity get the best of him. The Listener's stammering and seemingly meek apprentice Beatriz, he soon learns is but a year his junior. She is also an "innocent" and not apart of the Dark Brotherhood. At least not yet according to Alisanne and even though Cicero is ordered, during his short stay to help protect yet keep his distance from her apprentice, he cannot help but bend the rules. To not just find out why Beatriz holds the Night Mother's interest but his as well.
Warning: Again I choked up a little during writing this chapter. So you may need a tissue too.
The waiting and wond
Oblivion - CoronationDid he need that day to gain the eyes of a king?Oblivion - Coronation4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
To most people, he did. Not to me. He was no different when he spread newborn wings, when light showered on him from the skies. There was a gem shining on his chest, yes, outside of space and time — but the man I saw there, rising to the heavens, was still my modest friend.
The world is both unforgiving and blind. People cast quick judgement upon what they do not know. What matters most is the sight of blood and gold — they had to see him shine, clad in silk and rich garments, before praising his name.
They keep asking to hear how he was gone. They want me to tell how he burst in light, of the fire that raged in his divine form. None of them cares to imagine the man he was before.
All that matters to me is insignificant today, buried for good in the cold tomb of history. Yet, when he left our world, the details I cherish on my own were fiercely alive. I saw the same curve of his hands, the one I had so many times found on his
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Shivering Isles - Risen FleshGadeneri RalvelShivering Isles - Risen Flesh1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You are uncorrupted, wanderer.
Your shine is in contrast with this saddened ground; you are fresh and feeble like morning dew, that in the gardens I used to love so well. It takes guts, my friend, to roam these lands with a mind still clear like yours.
I wonder what brought you here. To me, it was the colours of this place. The twisted soul that lay beneath them, and was so like my own, meant nothing — I yearned for this sky, wanted to feel each petal between my fingers.
I wasn’t ready yet. I got lost, long before I knew.
Once you cross the doors of folly, there is no turning back. If it was a mistake, you will know no mercy — your heart will eventually rise over the sun, tinging your deepest wishes in blood.
I spied on the Red Mountain from the windows of my room. It showed among smoke and mist, just beyond the veil of this world — nothing, ever, I had wanted more than belonging there again.
I could almost touch that image. The flow of my
Skyrim - Fifteen SecondsThey don’t even call your name. You step ahead.Skyrim - Fifteen Seconds2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You know it will be fast; fifteen seconds, more or less, to close your eyes on a world.
Fifteen seconds and one chance to try - you breathe so fast you would explode, even though your effort is bound to end in nothing anyway. There is no way to keep it all with you.
So few are the things you can cling to, so many slip away - the peaks and the snow and your lost tomorrow, the sunlight, the voices, the yells that are killing your every chance.
Five seconds of walking to your end, on the ground that was never meant to be your home, nor even just a glimpse in a life of adventures. You bend your useless legs and wait for what is left of you to vanish. Five seconds of agony and fighting with the smell, with the blood of a poor soul, still warm on your neck.
Two seconds to hear the dragon roar - for real, again, you know your time is up.
You fade to black. You never see your future as it comes to take your life.
Wife of the Dovahkiin“What is it lizard?”Wife of the Dovahkiin2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Garuss scowled, or at least what was the equivalent of a scowl to his species. He held his tongue, wanting nothing more then to give the Imperial guard a good verbal lashing. This ‘lizard’ was Thane in this hold and all others.
This lizard was the man who slew Ulfric Stormcloak.
This lizard was the dovahkiin!
He was more Nord then any of them.
He quickly stomped his arrogance, not keen on the path his mind was carrying him. He found it better to not be bitter, as it was key to being sane under such a heavy burden.
His battle with the fabled Alduin was so close that he could almost feel the dragon’s words cascade over his scaled flesh, freezing and burning. His confrontation on the throat of the world had left him on his knees, his skin numb from the constant abuse, and his throat hoarse from his thu’um.
He was grateful to Paarthurnax for his help. And so when Delphine and Esbern tasked him to kill the dragon to gain their trust,
Nightmare UMVC3 MovesetNightmare UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Evil Spirit/Sword
Game Series: Soul Series
First Appearance: Soul Edge (1995)
Health: 1,050,000 HP Points
Voice Actor: Patrick Ryan
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 7
Assist Alpha: Soul Edge Guillotine (Direct, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Beta: Soul Edge Spear (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Gamma: Soul Wave (Direct, Instant)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
There was a time when a man named Siegfried Schtauffen took control of the Soul Edge, becoming powerless under the power of the blade. He eventually was able to retrieve his mentality and used the power of the holy blade Soul Calibur in order to save his body. He was separated from his Nightmare form and became the new wielder of Soul Calibur, while Inferno made a pact with Zasalmel, who made him a new body of his own. Thus Nightmare was born
High Krawl are EvilKrawl are EvilHigh Krawl are Evil4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When You're Evil Voltaire parody
Jado: When the Master is too busy
And deaths a bit too much
They call we, by name you see,
For our special touch.
Maja: To the Gentlemen we're Misfortune
To the Ladies we're Surprise
Gelberous: But call us by any name
Anyway it's all the same
Jado: I'm the thorn in your side
I'm the pebble in your shoe
Gelberous: I'm the smoke from your cigar
I'm a burn on every chef
Gronos: I'm the peel on which you slip
I'm a pin in every hip
Maja: I'm the pain in your spine
Makes you wriggle and writhe
Krux: And it's so easy when you're evil
Jado: This is the life, you see
The Master tips his hat to me
Maja: We do it all because we're evil
Christians close-minded? Rly?"Wait. What did you just say?"Christians close-minded? Rly?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I agree with you?"
"No, before that."
"...I'm a Christian?"
"I don't like Christfags."
"You heard me."
"So you're hating on me because I'm a Christian?"
"You people are close-minded hypocrites. So, yes."
"How am I a close-minded hypocrite?"
"You bash gay people. And bash anyone who doesn't believe in your Sky Fairy."
"When have I ever bashed gay people? Or anyone who has a different belief than me?"
"You're a Christian. So you have. End of story."
"...and you call me close-minded."
PietroxReader Book FortSigh…PietroxReader Book Fort9 months ago in Romance More Like This
For a moment he sat still staring at the lab wall.
Tony felt the gust of wind as the speedy mutant switched seats.
Now he sat backwards in a rolly chair, his arms propped up on the backrest and his chin resting in the crook of his elbow.
Once again, he exhaled. He began swishing his leg back and forth causing the chair to move slightly and squeak.
A gust of air hit Tony once again, signaling the movement of his unwanted companion who was now perched on a stool.
Another quick movement and he was sitting upside down in the rolly chair spinning in a slow circle.
Tony sat the wrench down with a loud clang.
“Can you do that somewhere else?” Irritation filled his tone as he glared at the silver haired man.
Pietro’s gaze was one of innocence and confusion.
“I haven’t done anything though.” Tony’s eye twitched.
“Either hold still or go bug someone else.”
He opened his mouth to argue
MercerxShepard fic part 2: Human ContemplationMercerxShepard fic part 2: Human Contemplation3 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
The Darkest DawnMalicious mass of hatred down below,The Darkest Dawn9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A former friend, a sham, a lying thief,
An army driven mad by greed did grow,
His evil rose, immense beyond belief.
My noble knights have lost their minds to it,
My weathered iron heart, now brown with rust,
My hands still grasp my blade, as I now sit,
And plead to gods who left us in the dust.
The bravest one of us had paid the price,
She stole the gods' light, all to end the war,
But to the gods, a final sacrifice,
She, like the enemy, became no more.
At what great cost were we spared from the fall?
The very criminal who saved us all.
Dear Halo: Cast Letters - Pt3Dear Halo: Cast Letters - Pt34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dear Halo - A Collection of Previously Unread Letters from Various Characters in the Halo Universe
I wouldn't bother, Buck's already got a regular thing going with a certain Detective Beckett.
That's the thing about crazy people.
Dear Allied Hunters,
You'd come in real handy right about now.
That's a truckload of Flood.
Dear JFO Helmet,
Still having trouble reading your name without hearing swear words...
Just F--- Off
Emo Spartans, whatever will they think of next?
Lucy-B091's already done that trick.
Dear Commander Shepard,
I-Oh wait, wrong game.
You've received a new message at your private terminal.
Dear Winter Contingency on Legendary Difficulty,
Look I know you're the intro level and all but could you at least try to be challenging?
Be begging for you when I hit Nightfall...
Dear Armour Lock,
I think we might finally be getting somewhere in this re
Healing AndersDisclaimer: Anders does not belong to me, he belongs to Bioware.Healing Anders4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The unthinkable happened: Anders was sick.
Well, it wasn't entirely unthinkable, really. He did have a habit of skipping meals because he was too absorbed in the patients in his clinic or helping out with the mage underground. This was exactly why Hawke spent most of her free time helping out around the clinic. When she wasn't being his assistant, she was sitting in a chair off to the side with her knitting. It was her duty as his friend to look out for him since he seemed to be allergic to looking out for himself.
Hawke's eyebrows furrowed and her bottom lip jutted out pitifully at the use of the word. Friend. Pffft. It bothered her greatly. She understood why he didn't want to pursue anything, but it still got to her. These feelings that swirled beneath the surface... that kept her eyes on him at all times... They consumed her. The more she fought it, the worse that it got. And since she had never experien
Pieces of You Part 1Title: Pieces of You Part 1Pieces of You Part 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Dragon Age II
The room was a little chilled as she lay on their bed. She had let the fire die out hours ago, she wanted the dark. And the silence, not that it was hard to find silence in the Amell estate these days.
Memories haunted her; she closed her eyes and touched her lips, remembering the first time he had kissed her. It almost felt unreal; there had been such passion, such need in him then. They had made love times beyond counting and it had never felt routine, never felt forced, or less intense than that first time. At least not until he had stopped touching her, stopped making love to her, stopped holding her as they slept.
It had happened so gradually she had almost not even noticed at first, his coming to bed a little later each night, rising and already about his day before
Losing Humanity (fic)Losing Humanity (fic)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The name sounds both familiar and alien. Or maybe it only sounds familiar because I feel I should know it, I know I should know it - but I don't. It rolls off my tongue with the distinct air of trying out a stranger's name for the first time. It navigates uncharted territory as it passes over my lips, striking no chord of acquaintance with my ears. Alex Mercer. Two words, spoken over a dead man's body at his autopsy.
It's my name, and somehow I don't know it. I don't know anything. All I know is that I'm not nearly as dead as I should be.
Can it really be my name, the moniker that defines and encompasses me in four simple syllables, four flicks of the tongue and vibrating vocal cords? What does that even mean? I understand very little - some muscle memory has slipped effortlessly into a slightly loping walk, and I can remember these sounds to form language and communicate, but my mind is empty, obscured, as if whatever experiences defined me were wiped away, leavi
TTK Stories: Halo Chapter 1TTK: Forward Unto the DawnTTK Stories: Halo Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Made landfall on the Antarctic Peninsula with CHIEF and several other newcomer scientists. It's shit cold but he doesn't seem to be bothered about it. Living in outer space must have hardened him a lot. We met Maj. Gen. Olivier Mira Armstrong. Thankfully she was in a good mood and just shook hands with me.
Probably because she's still in her element (20 degrees below 0 that is), and still keeping her rank and position even after Doomsday. Her loyalty to Haruhi had ensured her position well. Some say her loyalty matches that of Konata's.
Anyways, I'm pretty beat after the chopper ride, which was a 2 hour ride from the ship, not to mention the uncomfortable 4 hour trip on the ice truck. I'll read the excavation notes tomorrow morning.
Notes: I think I'm lucky to be bunking in the steel trailers. Most of my fellow native humans were forced to sleep in those flimsy tents. In a blizzard, that will
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