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
Oblivion - CoronationDid he need that day to gain the eyes of a king?Oblivion - Coronation7 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
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.
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
RespiteRespite4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He woke in a strange room and he was momentarily terrified. Strange rooms meant change. Change usually meant capture. But no one was kicking him, and the sheets on his naked body were smooth and expensive.
And there was another naked body, pressed to his. That was nice. That was something he hadn't had the pleasure of feeling for a very, very long time.
Her red hair was mussed over her face, strands falling over her lips which were parted. The gentle whuff of her breath made him smile - she was not an elegant sleeper, but she was gloriously careless, nothing like she had been in the deep roads, wrapped in her bedroll, tense and cold and hurt.
He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to relive things he couldn't change. Images from the night before took the place of unpleasant memories and his breath quickened as he contemplated waking her, but they had not slept much truly, and she probably needed her rest.
He felt more refreshed than he had in years. He could
Elena: A FNaF Fanfic Part 7Foxy scowled at Freddy harshly; Bonnie wasn’t kidding about their hatred for each other. “What do ye want from me now, ya stupid bear?” he hissed at Freddy. Chica and I held onto each other securely; I guess the two of us were afraid of how the bear would respond to Foxy’s harsh words. Freddy clenched his fists tightly.Elena: A FNaF Fanfic Part 79 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Dining area,” he commanded coldly to Foxy, “NOW.” The fox glared at him as he left the office. Freddy looked at me and Chica sternly; I was genuinely terrified of him at this point, and Chica must’ve been scared too because we were squeezing each other even tighter now. “I expected you to be more responsible than this, Elena,” Freddy said in a low voice, “Bonnie, watch these two while I go have a “talk” with Foxy.”
As Freddy walked off, Bonnie poked his head into the office looking concerned. “Maybe I should have explained this better; I’m kinda Freddy’s right-ha
There Was a Crooked Man...There was a crooked man,There Was a Crooked Man...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence,
Upon a crooked stile,
He found a crooked cat,
Which caught a crooked mouse
And they all lived together
In a crooked little house
Now do you ever wonder,
About this crooked man?
What crooked deeds did he commit
With his crooked hands?
Did he have a family?
Did he have friends?
When did his life become
So full of crooked bends?
So I shall tell the crooked tale
Of how he came to be,
But if anybody asks;
You didn't hear it from me.
A very long time ago,
He had two children and a wife,
And his beautiful family,
Was the love of his life
But even back then,
Deep in his mind, soul, and heart,
There was an evil voice,
That said, 'The crookedness must start'
And so the crooked man,
Became very paranoid,
And deep within him grew,
A very crooked void
He thought his darling wife,
Had fallen for another,
And that all of her affection,
Was just a cunning cover,
So in a rage, he tied her up,
Threw her on the bed,
A. McGee's Alice, Chapter 1Beyond A Shattered Looking GlassA. McGee's Alice, Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: First Meetings
Received confirmation from the Superintendent that I will be given the opportunity to treat a very troubled and difficult patient. Dubious honour! Her name is Alice, and her prognosis is not promising. After looking at her file, Im astonished she has survived this long. She has been nearly comatose for comatose for a year.
Rutledge Private Clinic and Asylum was a large haunting building that was built in a sloped gulf stuck between two hills, in Lancashire, England. At least six stories high with many hidden catacomb wards beneath the ground floor, it was safe to say that Rutledge Institute was indeed a place of secrets and madness. The nights there were enough to send a sane person into one of the beds in a fit of madness. Not was there one minute in the institute where it was quiet, with insane patients in straightjackets being carted off into solitary confinement. Others were dragged away to some u
Apostates of Amaranthine c 101I couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped my lips when the royal coach thundered away.Apostates of Amaranthine c 1014 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I thought you liked kids," Anders teased.
"Apparently I like when they go home, too," I said. "Maker's ass, they're more exhausting than a fight!"
There had, just as Alistair had feared, been an attempt on their lives. Someone broke into the palace and was, thanks to Zevran and Leliana's people, swiftly captured. The public still thought of them as princes, however, even if they were mages. At his execution the crowds rushed the barricade, managing to force their way past the guards. He was ripped apart.
I can't pretend I was sorry to hear that.
When things remained calm for several weeks, save the beginning of whispers that the assassin had succeeded due to the disappearance of the boys, Alistair decided to bring them home.
Both wearing robes identical to the Grey Warden mages, they scrambled out of the house into their parents' arms. "What are you wearing?" Aliatair asked, somewhat horrified
Elena: A FNaF Fanfic Part 9I picked up Foxy’s jaw off the floor in astonishment; just by the weight alone I could tell that this metal was built to last, which only made me more frightened of Freddy’s strength. As I looked closer at the individual teeth, I became aware of the dark red stains forever imprinted into the jagged fangs. Only then did it occur to me the destructive power of these animatronics. My hands trembled.Elena: A FNaF Fanfic Part 97 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I jumped upon hearing Bonnie’s voice; the rabbit looked at me with concern and slowly approached me. “You don’t need to worry about Foxy,” he assured me calmly, “We can fix his jaw easily.” He knelt down, trying his best to get level with me. “However, if something were to happen to you, we couldn’t fix that. You have to remember...”
Bonnie glanced at Freddy, who gave him a small nod. The rabbit reached behind his head and unlatched the hinge connected to his neck, pulling off his face to reveal a metallic,
DAGGERFALL- Of Guilds and QuirksDaggerfall is the property of Bethesda.DAGGERFALL- Of Guilds and Quirks3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The following is based on a rather... odd situation I had with a Fighters Guild quest in Daggerfall (a bit embellished, of course).
Of Guilds and Quirks
"It's good to be a priest of Kynareth, isn't it, your Grace?" Wulf commented with a wide grin on his face.
"I beg your pardon, sir?" replied the ancient priest.
"Are you blind?" the Nord asked, pointing to the two shapely (and nude) ladies seated on the ground. "Your own room with some lovely company? That's awesome, man! Where do I sign up?"
Within a minute, Wulf found himself thrown back out onto the streets of the great city of Daggerfall. Clearly he wasn't fit to be a temple clergyman.
Still, he needed work. His mission for Emperor Uriel Septim VII hadn't progressed anywhere at all, and his shipwreck and fight for survival in the nefarious dungeon known as Privateer's Hold hadn't helped matters. Luckily, he had acquired a decent amount of gold, equipment, an
The Fairy and the skeleton knight, Ch.1The Fairy and the skeleton knight, Ch.13 years ago in Drama More Like This
(Please read the info box first, before posting any hate comments ok)
Morning dew and howling hounds
The forest was cold and the grass and weeds were covered in early morning dew, some of the birds were already awake and had started to sing waking the rest of the forest residents.
As the sun slowly rose, one tiny light zoomed through the trees and into the deeper and much darker parts of the woods. The small subject had insect-like wings and hair as black as night; it was a young forest fairy. She flew as fast as her tired wings could carry her, to a near-by hollow tree; a fierce hunter was chasing her.
His deep and roaring voice cuts its way through the entire woods, making the branches on the tree shake and the leaves fall off. He plowed through the mudded grounds with his big booted feet along with his hounds.
The white glare of their fangs sends spine shaking chills down the fairy's back and she flies into a hollow fungus covered tree stump, praying that the dogs wouldn't
Who are you?Why should I believe that I don't see?Who are you?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why should I care if you don't agree with me?
Why should I accept things I don't like?
Why should I love everything you do?
Why can't I believe in what I don't see?
Why can't I care for what you say?
Why can't I accept things that we can't agree?
Why can;t I love the things that goes between us?
I chose to believe what I don't see.
Not because I'm an idiot,
Because I want to put faith into something,
other then myself.
Why should I care what you have to say if you don't care for me?
But I chose to care even if I don't want to.
Why can't you accept that not everyone is like you!
Who cares if people don't like a certain thing?
Who cares if one is fat or one is thin?
Who cares if one is a homophobic or one that supports?
Who cares if one is happy or sad?
Who gives? Who cares? Who are you in my life?
Who cares! We're all are human,
and we see different perspectives.
Sooner or later your going to find
someone you hate,
and I w
Skyrim WG Chapter 1: Did you just scam Cthulu?Leah, the Dragonborn, the savior of Tamriel, who also happened to be an Imperial war hero, Harbinger of the Companions, Thieves' Guildmaster, member of the Dawnguard, and Archmage of the College of Winterhold, strolled down the main road of Whiterun, with her companion/pack mule Lydia closely following behind. Her narrow, lithe physique was the result of years of sword fighting, lugging massive amounts of loot to her house, and killing dragons. It was late at night, and the only person nearby was that one guard, and all he did was complain that his cousin's out fighting dragons, and what does he get? Guard duty. She quietly slid through the front door to the Breezehome, and started putting away all her spoils of war: potions go in that chest, all the wine in that cabinet, silver ingots upstairs, gold in that drawer, cheese in the sack in the kitchen, et cetera. Leah tried her best to stay quiet, considering how Brelyna was asleep in the master bedroom.Skyrim WG Chapter 1: Did you just scam Cthulu?1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Yes, the Archmage married one of
DA:O - Flirtly Drunk"Commander....what in the void are you doing?" Anders had asked, staring down the Commander of the Grey. The Commander had taken the opportunity to sit down with her recruit and friend, Oghren, and drink his home-brew ale. Truthfully, Oghren had passed out some hours ago, when they had first started drinking, but the Commander had continued to cradle her mug in her hands.DA:O - Flirtly Drunk4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Enjoying a mug of ale, Apostate." Her voice had always made Anders think of the Tranquil back at the Circle tower, no inflection or any emotion. Well, that wasn't strictly true.
Devene Amell had always been distant from the other apprentices at the tower, ignoring any gossip the other females had tried to share or the advances of many young suitors. She had earned the crowning name of "Ice Queen" from her fellows at the tower. And she didn't give a damn.
"I thought we were past that, Deve." That earned a freezing look from the Commander before she sipped down
Coheed+Cambria Crack Interp. 1THE AMORY WARSCoheed+Cambria Crack Interp. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But before all that shiznit...
Amory was an astronomer. He did lots of astronomy stuff and finds out some stuff.
Amory: Le GASP! Souls can be brought into the solar system and hold together planets! I shall do that, and call all the planets held together, "The KeyWork!"
And so he did. The barrier holding it all together was called, "Heaven's Fence."
BUT EVEN BEFORE THAT...
THERE WAS GAWD.
Gawd made everything. He made Mages, to control the planets, Prise, to watch over the humans, and Humans, to...uh...populate. Or something. I dunno.
AND NOW THERE'S THIS GUY.
Dr. Hohenberger makes a machine.
Hohenberger: I have successfully cloned myself into an Interceptive Recon Operative Bot, which I shall call "IRO-Bot" for short. Because it sounds SO original. I will name him The Inferno, and go about making more.
And so he did. Two more, to be exact, a male known as The Beast and a female known as The Knowledge. Then, realizing those names are just plain weird, he na
Oblivion - These Things Belong to You[Diary entries written in the year 433 of the Third Era, as Martin Septim contemplates his fate throughout the Oblivion Crisis.]Oblivion - These Things Belong to You1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The past few days have equally been a blessing and a torture. I can only be relieved, of course, to find myself here — surrounded by the most capable warriors in Cyrodiil, safe within these ancient walls… still, fears and regrets I cannot define haunt me night and day.
The quiet solitude of this place sets me thinking, more often than I would like. The walls of my room, standing so strong around me, remind me of demolished ones; the wooden smell of the roof brings back the sight of blood and fire, as we were forced, desperate, to let Kvatch burn in front of our eyes. And even so-
Never, not even then, my powerlessness has been more infuriating than now. Jauffre is constantly inviting me to rest, to collect my thoughts; I think I have lost count of the worried glances he casts at me when he thinks I am not looking. Yet, I can
MedusaMedusa3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Everything I ever loved has turned to stone
Was my predestined raison d'être to be alone?
The best moments of my existence are looking in these eyes
Though they are milliseconds, I finally feel alive
Unfortunately, the price of my delight is your demise
Can you blame me, for all I own are these lies
These snakes in my hair
Hissing, shedding, and biting me at their whim
All I need is some company to get my mind off them
I promise all I want to do is talk
But when I hear the sound of your sandals on these weathered skulls
It excites me, I panic and my initial promise instantly dulls
Here I am again, savoring the few euphoric seconds from your eyes
This poem is all I have, the snakes refuse my request to cry
love is powerful than deathlove is powerful than death6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
EDIT!!! I spell corrected this thing. It's so old please don't kill me if facts are not right T^T
~this story is dedicated to Chouonsoku for doing this awesome picture of Silver and Blaze. ENJOY!!!~
'Silver... please... don't die...'
I hear her voice, the one who I have been with ever since I could remember. I've loved her more than any thing but now it's too late to tell her. Soon I won't be with her any more. I lay in her arms thinking if there is some possible way that I can stay with her. But those chances have nearly vanished. This is my story.
It started out as a normal day; Silver and Blaze were walking around the city. Soon they came to the park and sat on the bench were they first sat together.
'Blaze there is something I have to tell you.'
'What is it Silver?' blaze said looking at Silver.
Silver got lost in her amber eyes, and once again, couldn't tell her how he felt about her.
'Silver?' Blaze said trying to get her friends attention.
'Oh, never mind.'
'hmp, naive as always
Only a Chilling Elegy lyricsIn time, the birds will cease their chirpingOnly a Chilling Elegy lyrics5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In time, the winds will overflow with deceit
In time, the flowers will hide their buds
In time, the moon will forget its cycle
In time, the sky will be captured by the night
In time, the sea will freeze over
He's coming. Hell will be exposed.
He's coming to attack. Even dreams will freeze.
The voices of you insects gradually wears on my nerves
I'll teach you your place, you lower life-forms
Time for the perfect emperor to get his wish
The poem of love is only a chilling elegy
Even today, the bugs crawl over the ground
Flattering me as they seek their prey
Fine words are nothing but empty consolation
Everything shall bow down before me
Futile courage is only a chilling elegy
The day I'll seize eternal life will be a great day for these worms
He's coming. Hell will be exposed. He's coming to attack. Even dreams will freeze.
He is coming, freezing me-!
In time, the birds will cease their chirping. In time, the winds will overflow with deceit
PietroxReader Book FortSigh…PietroxReader Book Fort1 year 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
Pietro x Reader |Short and Sweet|Pietro x Reader |Short and Sweet|3 months ago in Humor More Like This
“Pietro~” (Name) sang, zapping into the living area of the Maximoff flat. Literally, zapped. As in, the electricity of the whole room flickered on and off again, sparks popping from her fingertips and toes as she popped into the room.
And right on top of Pietro, who’d been reclining happily on the couch. His eyes popped wide open, staring at her and resisting the urge to freak out when she landed on top of him...out of nowhere. She grinned, snickering at his surprised little face.
“I get zhat you love zhe whole ‘zappy powers’ and things,” Pietro started, flicking a stray spark from his almost-ignited-hair, “But if you could maybe not zap around vhile I’m just sitting here, I vould appreciate it. A lot.”
“Oh, please. You know you love seeing me. You totally missed me too, right? I haven’t seen you in like, a week.” She murmured, slipping her arms around his neck and nuzzling her nose against his. Thanks