A Very Skyrim ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through Whiterun,A Very Skyrim Christmas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a living thing was outside,
Except the guards, and Whiterun's local bum
Jarl Balgruuf was in bed, a bed fit for the Lord,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring him a Sword;
In the small house known as Breezehome, Lydia did slumber,
Wishing that for Christmas she would get a Sword of Thunder;
And Archer set out some milk and a sweet roll,
Preparing for the arrival of Santa, so he wouldn't get coal;
He had no idea what this man looked like,
But he hoped that he'd visit, possibly this night
He yawned tiredly, and then scratched his head,
Before going upstairs to sleep in his bed.
In the morning, he hoped, he would have some nice presents…
Well, after all, he'd been kind to the peasants,
When suddenly, in the living room, Archer did hear,
A large man was present… when did he appear?
With a focus, then a cast, Archer was see-through,
So he could sneak behind a chair, and see what the man would do.
He wore a large red
Cicero DialogueCicero DialogueCicero Dialogue3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
274 Alphabetical Order
"Ah, but there has not been a Listener in years and years. Our lady has not chosen Cicero... and certainly not Astrid. Or anyone. But someday..."
"Ah! It doesn't matter, what's done is done, right? Cicero is here, as is the Night Mother. Joy of joys!"
"Ahh, another member of the family, hello, hello! So very good to meet you!"
"Alright! So Cicero attacked that harlot Astrid! But what's a fool to do when his mother is slandered and mocked? Surely the Listener understands!"
"And another soul for Sithis."
"And he says to the man, 'That's not a horker, that's my wife!' Hahhahhahahha, ah, I love that one."
"And I said to the baker, 'You're not dead, you're a faker. But if that's your wish, I'll oblige.'"
"And if I spy a singing bird, I'll snap its neck before it's heard."
"And killed them in his honor."
"And now we come to the end of our play! The grand... finale!"
"And there IS NO LISTENER!"
"And what do you do, hmm?! Nothing! Not... not that I
Some people live their lives like pencils.First,Some people live their lives like pencils.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But at the end,
and wipe out
we're a million miles awayit's desolate and dark and swallowedwe're a million miles away10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
down here, but your shadow assures
me that nothing will harm me.
a quiet moon blinks across my skygazing
vision and into the descending
meditating meteorites. if it weren't
so lonely, then this place would mean
a little more than just deep solace.
and i know i'm just being selfish again.
i suppose it's a bit desolate in the
stars too, but don't worry; i'll be
Avatar 2: Colonies: Chapter 1The Valkyrie shuttlecraft dropped through the clouds at a rather alarming rate from Alex's point of view. It wasn't that he felt that he was going to die. It was that his body was making the transition from being in space, to being in a gravity environment again. He clenched his stomach as they descended down into Pandora. He was reasonably sure that he could hold his lunch in himself for the journey. What he was really worried about, was his fellow passengers.Avatar 2: Colonies: Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He surveyed the seats and rows of engineers, surveyors, farmers, miners, lumberjacks and RDA soldiers inside the plane. Most of them had never even been to space before, so when they had been in the ISV Magellan there had been a lot of sick people trying to adapt to it. Now that they had actually reached Pandora, they had to endure the fine experience of planetary re-entry. A couple of people started to moan with sickness as the shuttlecraft shook in the wind resistance. Nobody said a word. Everyone tried to contain themselves.
Texts Not SentSometimesTexts Not Sent8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I'm still in love with you,
but then I realize
that I'm only in love
with the possibility of you.
Leader PastThe past is your present when you allow it to lead.Leader Past9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
From Daddy to Father i lost my daddy. i don't even remember losing him, actually. one day he was there, and the next day he was replaced by a man named "father." this "father" isn't like my daddy at all. he doesn't hug me like daddy used to. my daddy used to rub my back when he hugged me, but father pats my back awkwardly. daddy used to talk to me about philosophy. father shoves his ideas down my throat until i choke. my daddy would never do that. my daddy was a nice man, and if he ever caught anyone treating me like father does, he'd whoop their ass. i know he would. and he could, too, because he's the strongest man i know. my daddy could beat father up any day. i wonder where he is, and why he's letting father be mean to me. father is always mean to me. he was okay in the beginning, but now he only talks to me when i'm in trouble. never to say anything good, just when i'm in trouble. daddy used to talk to me about anything, but father only yells. daddy also used to reFrom Daddy to Father3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I Don't Need YouI Don’t Need YouI Don't Need You8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to admit that I don’t need you.
I’m not going to tell you I’d die without you,
That you’re like water, or shelter or food.
I’m sure I could get on fine without you.
Got on fine before.
The truth is I don’t need you.
And I hope I never do.
I don’t need you like lungs needs oxygen,
and I’m not addicted to you; you’re not a drug.
I wouldn’t bleed out if you were ripped away,
You’re not some essential organ.
You’re not here to maintain me, sustain me, or keep me alive.
But the truth is I want you.
And I hope I always do.
I want you the way astronauts want the stars,
And sailors long for the sea.
Because wanting is choosing,
and needing is greedy,
And believe me when I tell you I want you
With all of my heart.
The truth is I want everything about you,
I want every little thing.
I want to ruffle the curly hair you sometimes hate,
And kiss the nose you say looks too big in photographs.
AbyssNo one ever poured love in me.Abyss10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not when I was a child, they had other business to attend to, not when I became a functional member of a dysfunctional society, I'm not really pretty, and not really seductive.
It's simply hard for me to recognize when someone feels anything, but repulse for me.
There's this gaping hole in my soul I think no one can fix. Not the power of self-love, or love of others.
I'm just meant to stand here, wondering of affectionate caressing, and writing terrible poetry of miscommunicated lust. I cannot heal.
Happy Father's DayGood-for-nothing, deadbeat fatherHappy Father's Day6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Walked out of your life when you were newly born
You desperately await for him to return
Yet his absence is real, like a piercing thorn
Happy Father’s Day
You don’t get it; it doesn’t make sense
Obviously you did something wrong, it seems
You don’t know why he’d leave otherwise
And this fuels your silent screams
Happy Father’s Day
He promised to always be there
And you clung to these words like a kid
Though he’s failed you now more than once or twice
You want to believe in him as you always did
Happy Father’s Day
You love him, but you hate him
Even your heart is confused
What have I done to deserve this?
You want to cry out, but hastily refuse
Happy Father’s Day
He was supposed to be your everything
The last ray of hope, your shoulder to cry on
But he disappointed you and you pay the price
All because the one you believed in is gone
Happy Father’s Day
Expecting A Little Shepard (John x Jane Shepard)Expecting A Little Shepard (John x Jane Shepard)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He could hardly believe any of this was real. He was nothing more than a simple grunt of a soldier for the Alliance a few years ago, now he was a legendary war hero that repelled the biggest threat the known galaxy had ever seen. He was living a dream; his reality had warped into an endless dream with nothing but happiness and the occasional politics to fill it. There was still fighting, and although the races were attempting peace and equality there was always work that needed to be done, life that needed to be improved. But John Shepard was content. He had everything he could ever desire, a large and exquisite house, the support of all of his friends, and Jane.
Jane was the yin to his yang, his lover, his wife, his everything. He had never thought he would be so lucky as to clumsily fall in love with her and be with her through it all. His spine was shivering as he entered the threshold from the hallway into the kitchen finding her standing, leaning heavily into the island in the mid
The Night Before Mass Effect 3The Night Before Mass Effect 3The Night Before Mass Effect 33 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
by Kyle Evora
'Twas the night before the reapers came, and all through the land,
the people wanted Shepard back in command.
The rifles were strapped to their holsters with care,
while thinking of gunshots flying through the air.
The husks were skewered all snug on their spikes,
with visions of devouring cute human tykes.
Garrus in his turtle shell, and Joker in his cap,
Had hustled poor James in poker, the poor noobie sap.
When down on Earth there arose such a clatter,
Shepard leapt into action to put an end to the matter.
Down to the Normandy he ran oh so very fast,
and thought of the decisions he had made in the past.
The moon was one of the first places to go,
and the civilians could do little but cry "where'd it go?"
When, what do my wondering eyes should appear,
but a big badass Krogan drinking a couple of beers.
With a giant shotgun, so powerful yet quick,
I knew in a moment Wrex had asses to kick.
More rapid than the Ascension the Normandy came,
Edward Elric vs. Crona GorgonDisclaimer: I don't own Deadliest Warrior; but I wish I did. FYI, I also don't own Full Metal Alchemist or Soul Eater.Edward Elric vs. Crona Gorgon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fictional Warrior, Chapter 06: Edward Elric vs. Crona Gorgon
Edward Elric; Alchemist prodigy, and Dog of the Military. Edward is desperately searching for the Philosopher's Stone to restore his and his brother's bodies.
(We see Ed grin wildly as he clapped his hands and create stone spikes, hands, and cannons).
Crona Gorgon; Frightened Lunatic, and wielder of the Demon Sword Rangnorok. Crona's goals are a mystery, even to himself.
(We see Crona, grinning insanely as he slaughters a group of men with a screaming sword).
WHO IS DEADLIEST?
To find out, our world class fighters are testing fictions most lethal combatants. Using 100% fake science, we'll see what happens when the two warriors go toe to toe. No rules. No safety. No mercy. It's a duel to the death, to decide who is....THE DEADLIEST FICTIONAL WARRIOR!
Series: Full Metal Alchemis
Nightmare UMVC3 MovesetNightmare UMVC3 Moveset3 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
BodyBodyBody7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If scars were stars, I’d be a galaxy.
My thighs covered in constellations.
A shooting star, a vertical scar.
Is my beauty only within?
Like a xylophone I play,
The music they make is different in the day.
Canon in D, Moonlight Sonata,
If life were a stage, I’d be an opera.
If hearts were ships sailing through time.
My ship would be covered in slime.
Decaying and breaking forced to float
In circles around someone else’s moat.
If minds where trains, mine would crash.
Unable to be repaired and not meant to last.
But if signatures were a word, mine would be 'death'
Because that’s when I will be at rest.
Dear DeathDear Death,Dear Death5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my Daddy says
I cannot write to you
like I write
to Father Christmas.
I am trying anyways,
I want to make a wish:
Can you say „Hi“
quite right thy father is,
for I am not
the one in red.
and I only take away.
He grants wishes,
I am the end
of wishing all.
Thus, no messenger am I,
thy foolish wish
I’ll never grant.
I’ll take you
as darkness falls
and I lie bound
to this cold hospital bed
I cannot help
the letter I once sent.
Considering your grim reply
you're reaching for me soon.
So I shall take the liberty
to write now once again.
All I really have to say
will be put in the close:
thy letter I remember well,
and also my reply.
Grim is my nature,
grim my task,
grim my dark abode.
I cannot be anything
other than what I am.
And when I indeed do reach for thee,
my hand will grasp thee
Almost Human - Chapter 1: Prelude to MadnessI hope you enjoy the little gift I left behind. I'd love to see your face right now as you receive it. Your blood must be boiling over, your heart racing for the horror your eyes have witnessed, your mind flooding with adrenaline to come after me. All that drive and resolve drowning that constant stoic and brooding stare. Oh, how I'd love to be standing right in front of you to witness the reaction to my present. But alas, my attention is needed elsewhere. That idiot Harley Quinn of mine cannot function properly without my lead. But don't you fret my dear Dark Knight, by the time you finished reading this I'll be waiting for you. I will be waiting on the rooftops of Gotham; they will function as our stage. The scarce stars and moon hanging over the light polluted pestilent city will be our spotlight. Join me darling for another dance in our magnificent play. I'll be waiting, I always am.Almost Human - Chapter 1: Prelude to Madness2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Batman crumpled the note in his black gloved clutches and threw it angrily at the gr
TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road jokeWhy does the Dunmer cross the road?TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road joke2 years ago in Humor More Like This
We pretend to have interviewed some eminent minds in order to answer this question.
If the Dunmer walks five miles in one hour it will take him precisely two seconds and a third of a second to cross the road.
The road is one-way only and I await at the end of it.
Hmm, I like nasty Dunmers...
We all have to cross the road to open our mind to more knowledge but shall not step away from the path of wisdom.
The Dunmer goes where the wind blows and no road will tell him where to walk.
He must be looking for some fertile grounds to plant some seeds...
Luck may be found at every crossroad... or not!
Surely this is one more questing Dunmer adventurer, may his courage be rewarding.
Roads were made to be followed or crossed, the Dunmer deals the road his own way.
Wondrous plains of green grass, and may the moths pass.
What's the point of making up some plot if
a timeless ringshe wears me upona timeless ring3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her withered hand:
an angel's halo
with no beginning or
she didn't like
but he brushed away the
drops of jupiter
twinkling on her
return but it was
just a fool's
and now i am
a memoir of
because he is
dead but he is
not, he is
gone but he is
here, he is
a memory preserved;
she wears me upon
her withered hand:
the crown of a
king lost in battle
grazes me with her
because soon i
will be a
she will be the
I Could Care Less.Rui could only smile as Wes decides to leave the Phnecan Stadium. Rui failed to see why Wes was upset that he couldn't enter the tournament, but he smiled when he looked at her as he said, "Well there's always next time right Rui?"I Could Care Less.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rui could only smile, when he said her name she couldn't help but blush, "Yeah."
Rui, the rebel in her hometown and Wes, the mysterious boy who saved her from two thugs, the boy who has a strange red machine strapped to his left arm, and his partners were an Umbreon and an Espeon. He didn't have to save her from those two thugs, but when he untied the burlap sack and thanked him he just shrugged it off saying that he couldn't stand those two bragging about how they'd kidnapped a girl and stuffed her in a sack.
When they existed threw the Stadiums heavy double doors, the bright sunlight momentarily blinding the pair. When they walked down the stairs three men wearing red stood in their way. The men simply smiled as they advanced towards them. Rui was scared,
Death Battle Prelude: Huey vs AshDeath Battle Prelude: Huey vs Ash1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Definition: How a character can stay the exact same age throughout an entire series even though there is a clear and present time span in the setting. For instance, how the hell is Bart Simpson still in the 4th grade after 25 years or how Stewie Griffon is still a baby after over ten years.
Today two other well-known victims of this "forever insert age" disease will take out their frustrations on each other. One is an adventurer who wants to travel the world in a never ending quest to the best. The other is a domestic terrorist whose only real crime is telling the truth.
I'm Thaeon and guest-staring with me today are Riley Freeman and Brock Takeshi as we analyze our opponents equipment, abilities and skills to find out who would win a death battle.
Man! Huey's gonna bust a cap in that white boy's ass! This ain't even a fair fight man!
I agree. Your brother should be smart and walk away.
What? Nah! Your bro sh