Partners: Mission I part IIPartners: Mission I part II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning: this fan-fic contains Creed related material. Side effects of reading may cause: Homophobia, Agatephobia, Astraphobia, Maniaphobia, or Dementphobia
His target screamed and cried, begging him to spare his life. Train fired. "Pathetic" he said. What kind of full-grown man cries? That's just pathetic, Train thought.
"Yes, He certainly was a pathetic piece of trash," laughed Creed, "just waiting to be disposed of." Train rolled his eyes. Creed always misinterpreted what Train meant, interpreting whatever Train said to fit his own twisted logic. Train didn't even bother to correct him. He didn't want to get him started. Once Creed starts talking there is no stopping him.
"That was marve-" Creed began.
"Shut up" Train snapped, abruptly cutting off Creed.
"I thought I said 'shut up', why are you still talking?" Tra
Percabeth Reunion/I Could Take Her...Okay, Annabeth thought. He has to be here somewhere She looked for people with black hair first, that was easy to distinguish from the sky. Right before they landed she thought she spotted him with a guy and girl, but what was he wearing?Percabeth Reunion/I Could Take Her...3 years ago in Humor More Like This
They had agreed early on the Jason was of course going to go first, because he was actually from Camp Jupiter. Then Annabeth would follow after him in case Percy remembered her. Once she took a few steps off the boat she knew that it was Percy she saw before.
He was broke away from the people who were with him and smiled at her, that's when she knew that he remembered her. He took a few steps toward her and she looked down at his attire. Annabeth covered her mouth to hold in her laugh; it didn't help much.
Percy stopped a few feet in front of her and raised an eyebrow, "Seriously?" Annabeth just shook her head not trusting herself to talk. "You haven't seen me in months and the first thing you do is laugh at me."
"Um," She said softly then
Razor Blade Symphony: Ch. 6It was hard to stay awake about an hour before we had to leave. We were all in the living room talking and listening to music with a criminal shows playing on TV, muted. I sat on the far end of the three cushioned couch, leaning against the arm. Jake and Clary sat next to me, fingers laced together and leaned against one another. Jinxx and Sammi shared the love seat and sat just like Jake and Amanda. Andy was sitting on the ataman that slides against the love seat against the wall next to the TV.Razor Blade Symphony: Ch. 64 years ago in Romance More Like This
I kept catching myself dozing off with my head resting in my hand and my elbow leaning on the arm of the couch. No one seemed to notice, or I thought no one noticed, until I caught Andy staring at me with a small grin. He didn't look away when I caught him. All he did was give me a bigger smile and looked away.
About twenty after eleven, everyone piled into three cars and we drove off. Jinxx and Sammi climbed in a yellow buggy that I assumed was Sammi's since she was the one driving, Andy and
.books. good omensCrowley could not tell a good book from a bad book. To him, books were inherently bad, especially the ones with plump housewives on the front holding up freshly-baked foods, and those secret ones tucked into the back of shelves with 'aesthetically undressed' women on the front, and thus finding a gift for Aziraphale for a festival that he no more celebrated than a trip to the dentist's (hypothetically speaking, of course, as he was sure the dentist would have some odd questions for him upon sighting the inside of his mouth) was proving to be complicated..books. good omens4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A charming young woman had been nattering at his ear for a while. This was more harmful than helpful, as she could only serve to remind him of the Spanish Inquisition, and torture method eighteen out of a hundred and four that of placing the tongue between two sticks so that it could not be retracted into the mouth, and then, sometimes, flies were unleashed to crawl all along the inside of the mouth . Unpleasant, and mentally di
Everybody ElseVriska Serket can tell you why she sucks better than anyone else can.Everybody Else2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The people she can barely call her friends anymore tell her she’s a bitch, and she knows it’s true. It’s true that troll society has shaped her life. Her society has taught her that only the strong survive, that it’s a hoofbeast-eat-hoofbest world, and she knows that it’s true. But nobody else seems to accept it as readily as she does. Despite the norms of society, other trolls have a problem with killing.
But not Vriska Serket.
She supposes it’s because she’s had to kill practically from the day she was first hatched to feed her lusus. It’s never been hard for her. She’s used to it, and because she FLARPs, it’s even fun for her. She guesses that’s why her friends are all afraid of her.
Or it could be because she crippled Tavros as part of the game. Maybe because she blinded the person she’d considered her closest friend. Hey, all
50 More Reasons Why I Love Louis Tomlinson50 More Reasons Why I Love Louis Tomlinson2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
•He always gets the perfect amount of stubble
•He and Harry shared a flat
•He can ruin any romantic moment
•He can’t dance more than the rest of the lads
•He cried when he missed Eleanor
•He decorated two Christmas Trees
•He defends Directioners who get smashed on Twitter
•He did a charity Football Game
•He got me into The Fray and 5 Seconds of Summer
•He got pulled over twice by cops while filming What Makes You Beautiful
•He got suspended for showing his bum in school
•He hit Harry in the nuts
•He hosts Megamind
•He likes Lamborghinis and white fluffy sheep
•He looks adorable holding puppies and koalas
•He loves Yorkshire Tea
•He makes me call all pigeons Kevin
•He plays piano and guitar, same as me
•He sang for Niall when that bitch at the UAN broke his heart
•He stood up out the sun roof of a moving car
•He taught me how to dance better than I normally can. . . which is sa
INCOMPLETE!- The Lost Libretto- Chp. 1INCOMPLETE!- The Lost Libretto- Chp. 12 years ago in Horror More Like This
Act 1- Scene 1
The orchestra played their finally tremolo, fading but still there. Preparing for the next piece, as the lead hurried onto stage with a single spotlight following her to the prop wooden door on center stage. The rest of the stage was blackened, the only thing the audience was able to see was the teal haired actress- all dressed up in a reddish pink dress with an apron tied around her waist like a peasant would of worn, her long pigtails held up by a black fabric with golden accents; and of course the door she was approaching.
Hesitantly- just as described in her script- she knocked on the door, stepping back in surprise as it loudly slammed open and she was instantly greeted by two people dressed in simple servants clothing- presumably the maid and butler of the home.
"So, are you ready to begin dear?" the questioned, in perfect unison with each other.
The orchestra once again began their melodic sound of insanity that the play called for, the door suddenly disappearing
The Mark of Athena Chapter 1Disclaimer I own nothing.The Mark of Athena Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is my version of Mark of Athena. It will mostly center on Percabeth, because I'm obsessed with them, but I will try to give equal time to the other characters as well. I hope you like it!
Chapter 1 Summary - Leo and Annabeth bond on the journey to Camp Jupiter.
"What's up, hot blondie?"
"Ugh, Leo, if I've told you once I've told you a million times. Do not call me that!"
"Aw, come on, why not Annabeth? You're hot, you're blonde, it's a fitting title. Wise Girl is cute and all, but it makes you sound so geeky. I mean you are a total geek, but you're also hot and blonde and deserve a nickname that shows off those attributes."
"What about blonde bombshell?"
"Just blondie then?"
"I said no Leo!"
Annabeth Chase glared and smacked him hard with the notebook she had been scribbling in, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and Leo Valdez knew he'd won; with much dedication and persistence he had fina
Take Me Out To The Ball Game!"Gosh, Percy. Where are you taking me?" Annabeth said, slightly frustrated. Percy smiled at her, holding her hand tightly, guiding her to stand from his car.Take Me Out To The Ball Game!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Just a little bit further." He said quietly, trying to suppress his laughter at how she looked in a blindfold.
"Is this where you lead me into a gigantic prank or something? Am I about to get hit with a bucket of water or something?" She asked, reaching for her blindfold. Percy quickly stopped her. "Come on, Percy. I love spending time with you, but my mom is going to be furious if I don't make some more progress on the designs for Mount Olympus."
"Not yet!" He said with a laugh. She sighed in frustration. Percy looked up then took her shoulders, pointing her forward. He stood behind her and then carefully untied the blindfold. She pulled it away just as he held two main box tickets right in front of her. She looked at the tickets then gasped at the stadium, taking the tickets.
"Percy!" She said, turning around with a smile. "The
DGM Changing World- Chapter 15DGM Changing World- Chapter 154 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~Cold Snow, I didn't Braid Your Hair!~
'So beautiful, yet so cold. '
You mused as you looked at the white scenery in front of you by the train. It is your first time in your life seeing a lot of snow. In 'your' world, you live in the tropics of Asia, so seeing snow is not an option. That is why when you were still a kid, it is always been your dream to see one. However, the thrill of playing with the snow in your hands, making a snowman and even tasting if snow tastes like ice is all gone. All the thrill dried up to nothing. Right now, the only thing that matters is this dilemma. All about the enemies, the earl, akuma, missions, innocence, power, friends, the Order, your stay here, your life and even your death.
'I'm starting to sound more like an old hag who wor
The UnknownOne of a child of Athena's worst enemies was the "unknown", and it was something they worked tirelessly to defeat. Most unknown variables could be eliminated easily; through simple equations and mathematical calculations almost always a solution could be found.The Unknown3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But Percy's disappearance was another thing entirely.
Annabeth had experience with more difficult equations, and yes they did take longer to solve, but in the end she always found the right answer--the only solution that completed the problem. She always had data to work with, however, something to start with or go off of. You could not find something without first knowing where to start, any rational person understood that.
For the first time in her life, Annabeth Chase had nowhere to begin.
The largest problem with her boyfriend's disappearance was not where he was located; she in fact had some idea of where he was. Nor was it if he remembered her, because none of those would matter if the most relevant were not true. No, the
UprisingUntitled documentUprising2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Percy paced the floor of the senate house in the city of New Rome,trying to convince the Romans that they and the Greeks must join forces or face certain doom.
“We have to unite or Gaia and her minions will crush us” he said
“And why should we trust you?”Reyna asked.The mistrust in her voice was all too clear “The last time you where here, your friend Leo nearly reduced the city to rubble!”
“It would be unwise to judge us based on that”Percy replied “He had no control over his own actions at the time”
Annabeth, who was sitting in the crowd watching, caught Percy’s eye and mouthed You sound like my mother.He grinned and turned back to the crowd.
“I did not survive Tartarus to watch everything fall apart!”he continued,speaking more to Reyna than anyone else.It was Octavian, however, who chose to respond to this stament
“And what do you suggest we do, if you’re so smart?”he as
Last Night, Good NightLast Night, Good Night4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon beyond owning copies of a couple of the games. However I do suck at playing the games I own, so I've learned to compensate for this issue by instead writing fanfics of things I think should happen in the games.
This night, your hand I will hold, sleep my dear. . . . Good night. Last Night, Good Night sung by the Vocaloid Hatsune Miku
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. . . . .
The ever so constant beeping of the machine next to me shattered the fragile state of sleep I'd succumbed to, I awake from what I think to be a terrible nightmare to find that my dreams were all too real, and were only repeating themselves to me while I slept. Again, I can feel the tears rim the waterlines of my eyelids, and before any more of them can escape my eyes, I clench them shut and sniffle, fighting off a sob. The room is mostly silent, save the beeping of the heart monitor nearby, and the sound of the breathing machine.
Vanilla LaceHe closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and returned to watching her from afar. Sure he was only supposed to be using the memory witch for the purpose to making Sora his pawn, but he had gotten so close to her just be watching and hearing her cries for help. In a sense, one could say that he wanted to destroy Sora and make the promise of always saving her his own, but he couldn't. All he could do about was allow his body to lust after her in the worst way possible. Of course, she wouldn't notice that he was aching to feel her soft skin; he was very good at keeping his cool and she was too busy drawing to care.Vanilla Lace9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Or so it seemed.
He took another deep breath, before rising to his feet rather quickly. This was to be settled now one way or another - and he was choosing the other way. He attempted to smooth out his conforming coat, checking and double-checking the seams, hems and if there was dust upon it before turning to move towards the delicate witch. She was quiet as she looked up from
Are you a Harry Pottard?Ten signs you're an incurable Harry Pottard.Are you a Harry Pottard?4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. When someone says something like, "Oi! That book's so large you could kill someone with it!" Your instinctual reaction is to say: "God No! Then I'd get blood all over it!! I can't deface such perfection!"
2. When people say: "Are you effing serious?!" In total shock, your first thought is, "No, but I'd like to be!"
3. When someone says, "Nothing's perfect " your thought is, "Nope, but the Harry Potter series is as close as we'll ever get."
4. You don't care if they're fictional, there is someone in those books you're going to marry, darn it! And no one is going to stop you!
5. When totaled, your HP crap is worth something like 350+ dollars, probably more
6. Your friends genuinely wish you'd never heard of those books because they are so tired of your ranting.
7. You get into deep conversation, sometimes even philosophical ones, related to a Harry Potter concept or theme.
8. You could easily write a fifteen page book report on j
Broken BranchesBroken Branches3 years ago in Romance More Like This
GreeceXJapan Broken branches
A/N Be warned, I sped through the last part, but I hope you all like it
"Are you sure you want to do this Greece-san?" the worried Japan asked his 7-month boyfriend, Greece. "Yes, of course! We have been going out for over half a year," Greece looked at Japan sincerely, "The least you could do is let me meet your family."
The two men stopped in front of the main sliding shoji screen of Japan's house. "Well, let me just say sorry in advance. For my family is well odd." Japan said while looking up at the tall Mediterranean man. Japan slowly untangled his hand, then slowly inched open the shoji screen that led into his family home.
Suddenly, Japan saw the distant figure of his brother, Korea, running at break-neck speed towards him and Greece. "ANIKI!!!" the Korean yelled as he glomped Japan, "HAHA! I claim your breasts to be mine Da-ze~!!" Korea shouted victoriously as he
Terra II part 1There once was a girl named Tara Markov. She was born in the nation of Markovia, an unwanted child of the King of that country, from an extramarital affair. She was psychotic. She eventaully infiltrated the Teen Titans at the behest of the villain known as Deathstroke, the Terminator. Her psychotic rage eventually claimed her own life.Terra II part 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is not her story.
This is the story of the girl that unwillingly inherited the name Tara Markov, the code name of Terra, and the earth-shifting powers that went with it. This is the story of Terra II, the second Tara Markov, the girl the original Terra could have been, should have been, and pretended to be....but never was.
This is a story of hope, and anger, and love, and lust. A story of dreams and nightmares and heroes and villains.
But above all it is a story that shows that sometimes....just sometimes, happy endings can true....if only writers allow them to.
He Was A Hero #2 "Shut up Luke! I...I mean Octavian." Annabeth sat down.He Was A Hero #23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why did you just call me Luke?" Octavian questioned.
"You just look like ... someone I used to know." Annabeth replied quietly.
"Tell me me more about this...Luke." Octavian demanded.
"He was a traitor." Nico answered.
"Shut up Nico!" Annabeth screamed.
"Tell me more about this traitor Annabeth" Octavian said.
"He was a better man then you'll ever be!" Annabeth cried.
"You're saying that a traitor was a better man than I'll ever be?!?!?!?" Octavian exclaimed.
"Kill yourself to save the world, and I'll try to remember you'd prefer being called a traitor over being called a hero." Annabeth replied calmly.
"Guys, can we talk about this later?" Percy asked. Sudden
Fairytales are a lie She never believed in fairy tales, because they never came true. Her whole life until now could attest to that. She was the daughter of the emperor and his first wife. Though she was born to that prestigious title, her life was tough, to say the least. Her mother could bear no more children after Wang Yue was brought into this world so, the emperor took in another wife and another until he finally had a son. The first son born was named Wang Xiang. The daughters and wives that preceded the heir had lain forgotten in the shadows while the emperor piled all his love onto his son and honoured wife.Fairytales are a lie2 years ago in Romance More Like This
In royal politics, the well-known rule is that everyone is absolutely cutthroat. Yue knew this from an early age as she had seen her mother cast aside while her father indulged in his power. She knew her mother and her were in terrible danger because the other wives or concubines could have poison
The Lost Tales of the Wilderness School-Chapter IICHAPTER IIThe Lost Tales of the Wilderness School-Chapter II2 years ago in Humor More Like This
HE WAS INSANE. He might as well have told the girl his "special secret" and gotten taken by large officers with suits and shades off to some military compound in Area 51. Was Area 51 in this town that smelled like armpits? Probably. There was enough weird things here anyways.
For instance, the gym class he had that morning. The coach was in need of a better diet plan, stop living in his grandmother's basement, a good shave (like, everywhere), and a decent girlfriend who would stick with him and his "mental" problems. Even Leo wasn't as crazy as that guy.
It started with the intense running competition. Leo had no intentions of actually "learning" or "doing work" or "exercising" when it came to this "correction facility." It was all because of that stupid border patrol in New Mexico as he was jumping fences and jaywalking over boundary lines. So who cared anyways? He still got caught; even though he was in super stealth mode. He hadn't even caught fire to anything,
L. A. B. B. - GoalsL. A. B. B. - Goals7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Im afraid to say that I dont know much about Beyonds life before he was taken to the orphanage; he wouldnt dare share that with me. It got to be aggravating at times when I would ask. He would get pissy and not say a word for the rest of the session. He was entirely childish to say the least, but I could only be thankful for it later on when it helped my case out greatly.
The Wammys House, that was the name of the orphanage Beyond had gone to. He described it as a facility for the intellectually-gifted children of the world. Quillish Wammy, famous inventor and owner of the Wammys House, apparently cultivated prodigal, young minds into detectives.
It was when Beyond Birthday was seven that he was first brought to the house. The building was relatively new, so he was only the second orphan actually there.
He was brought there from the Leeds train station in England after having spent the night there. Roger Ruvie had picked him up from the station, and
CakeCake8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1. Cake (Narusasu)
The mid-autumn air was cool, and a slight breeze blew across the town causing more than one shiver. Despite the chill, the sun was shining brightly down on the inhabitants of Konoha. The people were not paying particular attention to the weather. Instead, everyone seemed to be focused on the celebration. Today would be the fifth anniversary of the defeat of Orochimaru and the Sound; the fifth year since Uchiha Sasuke had returned to his home village.
Sasuke had just returned from a long mission in Hidden in the Mist and he was very interested in getting home not only to his bed, but to someone warm he could share it with. Standing in front of the door, his hand on the nob, he took a deep, calming breath. He pushed the door opening, hoping to make the smallest amount of sound as possible.
The apartment was small. Two rooms, a bedroom and a room that served as a kitchen and a living space.
The Lost Tales of the Wilderness School -Chapter ICHAPTER IThe Lost Tales of the Wilderness School -Chapter I2 years ago in Humor More Like This
THERE WAS WAY TOO MANY KIDS HERE. Far too many. In one area, in this average sized district, there could not be this many kids here for reasons like her.
It was like a smaller scale version of a high school, but it lacked the right kind of teachers. These were teachers that were trying to "correct" the problems these kids might have.
Piper knew she didn't have major issues, but looking at some of these kids, she wondered what they could have done to get them here. They didn't look like bad kids (with the exception of a few), they just looked upset, or unhappy to be back in school, and some just looked scared to be within a close distance of so many hardened prison born children.
Piper noticed one of them in particular. He wasn't sulking in the background like she was trying to do; in fact, he was doing the opposite. He was going around, annoying random groups of people, or flirting completely unembarrassed with the hot clique of girls. They rejected him of course
Night Before the Opera'Twas the night before the opera when all through the HouseNight Before the Opera6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not a ballet tart stirred, not even the louse
Who minded the flies and watched the girls dress
In tutus and stockings and even much less.
Tonight he lay wasted, stone-drunk, no doubt,
His whisky bottles empty and rolling about.
Whilst out in the pantry a slight rustling was heard.
The fat tenor helped himself to a serving, his third,
Of the cooks special pudding, now his midnight snack
All gone in two gulps as he must really get back
To his lady, the diva in more ways than one,
But what mattered was talent, and of this she had none.
She sat at her dresser pining for action in bed
Despite mud on her face and curlers on her head.
Pissed off with her beau, she bemoaned, Ah, I see!
De bastard love-a pudding more than he love-a me!
The tall manager looked forward to tomorrows affair
And thought with much relish of the rich whod be there.
His short partner, though wary and less certain than he,