A Reluctant Slave - The EndA Reluctant Slave - The End4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The walk to the walls of Sydan couldn't have been any longer for the young werewolf. Her mind was racing and the men around her remained silent. She tried to read their expressions, but Frost gave nothing away and Gregori only looked eager. Her heart pounded as Frost held her hand, not releasing it as he kept her by his side.
Was this going to be it? The final battle?
As they moved through the streets it was clear to Lucy that it had been prepared for an attack. There were areas of defence for those fighting in the battle and their homes had been reinforced. There were guards walking around in patrols, more wary than usual and the closer to the edge of the city they became, the more werewolf and vampire soldiers there seemed to be.
Lucy almost found herself pressing into Frost's side at the image; history was being written here. She knew that when times settled back into a usual routine with leadership in place that today would be one of those days told in legends. Vampire and werewolv
Lucius's Worst NightmareLucius Malfoy paced around his study, his expression weary and it appeared as though he seemed in deep thought.Lucius's Worst Nightmare4 years ago in Drama More Like This
How was he supposed to explain his son what sex was? He was almost literally banging his head against a wall trying to figure out an answer.
"Perhaps it would be best if you would sleep on it, I doubt an answer will come to you by wearing away the persian rug." his wife Narcissa Malfoy said striding into the room.
"Perhaps." He semi-agreed warily.
He followed his wife to bed and fell asleep rather quickly, being that it was verily late.
He awoke feeling rejuvenated and ready to tackle the topic at hand, believing that breakfast that morning would be the perfect time.
They all sat around the marble table eating in silence as usual, but that wouldn't be the case this morning.
Lucius cleared his throat and all eyes were on him. "Son there is something your mother and I would like to discuss with you." Lucius said, trying to keep his tone even.
Draco looked up from buttering his
I am not an objectThere’s something I don’t like about the phrase “rape culture.” It’s not that I think it doesn’t exist or that I want to turn a blind eye to the problem. Rather, I feel like it is a misnomer that breeds confusion and skeptism. Rape culture is not just about rape. In fact, most of the time it is not. It is about objectifying women. Objectifying of women can lead to rape, but more often it appears in the form of little acts of disrespect and harassment that strip a woman of her feeling of humanity.I am not an object2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I think a lot of people don’t realize how much these sorts of dehumanizing experiences can affect a person… especially if they’ve never been the target of one. But they shouldn’t be minimized, even if they never escalate. People seem to think that sexual harassment is “no big deal” so long as it doesn’t culminate in rape. “You got catcalled? Groped at a party? Leered a
Christian Persecution in the USAA lot of Christians seem to be fond of crying about the oppression they experience in American society. My first response is to laugh, but a lot of these people take themselves very seriously so I feel like I should give them a semi-serious answer to some of the claims I've heard. By "semi-serious", I mean I will include some facts but I will still have a deriding attitude. I can only try so hard. Now usually, I don't like formatting a question-answer session against an imaginary opponent since it seems unfair, but this isn't really an imaginary opponent. All of these statements or questions have been put to me before so, as far as I'm concerned, they are fair game.Christian Persecution in the USA3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Christianity is becoming endangered."
Honey, this is America. Christians are the vast majority in this country. A 2007 poll places the percentage at 78.4% Christian . The vast majority of our politicians and even our president identifies as Christian. The fact that people were
The sin of sexual attractionBeing raised Pentacostal meant adhering to the strictest possible modesty standards. Long before I had any idea of what sex was, I knew that it was a sin for women to wear pants, jewelry, modern clothes, cut their hair, or do anything else that might distinguish them from the illustrations in the “Little House on the Prairie” books I read. The reason given was “modesty” which I understood in the vaguest sense to be a way for women to not exalt themselves or draw attention to themselves. A loud woman was an immodest woman, by my reckoning. I’m sure the church would not have disagreed with me there.The sin of sexual attraction2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
At an older age, however, I was introduced to Josh Harris’ “I Kissed Dating Goodbye” series, and all of the toxic purity drivel that came with it. Suddenly I had a new idea of modesty. It wasn’t about the woman at all… it was about the man. It was explained to me that men would be caused to
Sexual Offenderman role play #5 pillow fortl-d-g-little-dead-girl asked: -smiles- I don't even use beds anymore, I just use a bunch of blankets and pillows and teddybears sprawled around, and my favorite sheet hug on brackets, for a canopy. yeah....o3o; I kinda have a very cozy spot for myself ~^.^~ so if you wanna snuggle just swing by -giggles and disappears-Sexual Offenderman role play #5 pillow fort2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, it appears I now have strong desire to make a pillow fort. ARC!
Arc: What is it shit-stain.
Hey, a little respect here please?
Arc: fine. His royal highness, King shit-stain.
That’s better. Now gather the materials, We’re making a pillow fort!
Arc: oh joy.
hesleepiestproxy asked: "I h-heard th-that you were building a pillow fort, I thought you c-could use these." She hands him a few pillows and a blanket, "Blankets are an un-underated but essential part of a proper fort."
*he inspects the blankets and pillows with a professional eye, like how a master wine taster would inspect a glass of fine wine, only with this of course be
Zappy Day Care - TGErin put a finally check on her clipboard, noting the last child's delivery to the daycare with a sense of satisfaction. She placed the board on the floor with a smile before facing the children, gathered in a group. "You're all going to behave today, aren't you?" she demanded.Zappy Day Care - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They nodded in union, giggling amongst themselves as she gave them a mock glare. "That means no fire balls, no gender morphs, no conjuring dragons, no entering fantasy worlds without bringing at least three other kids along in order to create an informal party for your future quest, you hear me?" They nodded, again, the littlest of the babies beginning to tip.
Erin winced as the girl smacked into the ground, crying as the air burst into sparks, a fire spreading across the wood. She sighed a little as the nursery extinguished itself. "Thank you boss lady," she muttered, rubbing a hand affectionately against the wall. She still wasn't entirely certain what sort of system they had, but it made taking care of
Slave Manor - The EndSlave Manor - The End6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
I lay in the back of the jeep, watching as Sebastian shouted things at his men and I allowed myself a smile. I knew Hunter would never let me come home, no matter how much I pleaded. So I decided to phone up Sebastian and get him to come to me. When Id told Hunter that Sebastian was meeting me, he couldnt just sit back and let it happen. He knew what Sebastian would do to me and the idea of his nemesis having me was something he couldnt stand. So Hunter would come and rescue me, and now Sebastian knew where I was Hunter would have to take me back to England to protect me.
Id manipulated them both...the slave had become the mistress.
Sebastian spun around to look at me, still holding the gun tight in his hand, youre going to pay for this whore.
Shouldnt you be worrying about Hunter? I raised an eyebrow, a challenge running through my eyes and he let out a snarl of rage.
Tie the bitch up Pogue! He shouted at n
Sherlock : TextsThank you. Please, take care of him. Watch after him SHSherlock : Texts4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oh, I know. I'll water him twice a week Molly
Don't, Molly. Don't try to joke SH
Sorry - Molly
How is he? SH
Depressed. He misses you Molly
I knew he would. SH
How about you? How are you? Molly
Bored. And terrified by food. That bigos thing looks strange SH
Oh! I heard it's good! Fetch me some? Molly
How? I won't be in London for... I don't know how long SH.
Here, have a picture of bigos SH
You're right. It looks strange Molly
He got himself a puppy Molly
Oh God. It's worse than I thought SH
Yup. It's a bulldog. Gladstone! It's drooling everywhere and it's rather lazy Molly
He should have gotten himself a Labrador. At least he didn't call him Sherlock SH
He was thinking about it. I told him it was stupid Molly
Thank you SH
He has a girlfriend Molly
Her name is Mary. She's nic
Why I oppose spankingTW: Mild self-harmWhy I oppose spanking2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I was spanked as a child. I was a well-behaved youngster who needed little discipline and was generally obedient and respectful to the best of my ability. I can probably count the number of times I was spanked on my fingers. I was not scarred for life by this ordeal, I am well-adjusted, and I have never reacted by being violent to others. To all appearances, I am a testament to the value of the practice of spanking.
And yet, I oppose it. Vehemently.
This was not always so. For most of my life, I assumed that spanking was a generally useful practice that taught kids to expect consequences to their actions. It promoted personal responsibility, I was told, and enforced respect. I fully expected that I would spank my own children (hopefully not often). I further expected that children who were not spanked would likely be unruly, disrespectful, and lack a sense of responsibility and self-control.
However, as I began to
Laughing Jack x Reader - Don't Cry (Part 4)Laughing Jack x Reader - Don't Cry (Part 4)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Laughing Jack x Reader – Don’t Cry (Part 3)
[(f/n)= First name,(e/c)= Eye color,(h/c)= Hair color,(h/l)= Hair length,(f/c)=favorite color, (y/h)=your hometown. You get the drill.
You’re sixteen years old]
*** Your POV ***
You open your eyes to find yourself in a dark room. Since when did you fall asleep in a place that you didn’t feel safe it? You sigh and glance out the window. It was now nighttime. You rolled to your side and Jack was laying there himself and sleeping. His arms were wrapped around you tightly, almost as if you were tied up. Pushing his arms off you caused him to roll over and shift. You rubbed your eyes. A voice in the darkness causes you to jump. Especially since it was right in your ear and now a blade was being held at your throat.
“Having a rough night, princess?”, asks Jeff, grabbing the most closest hand to him and gripping it tightly. Your other hand manages to find his arm and grabbed onto it.
Doujinshi-Getting StartedDoujinshi-Getting Started12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If you\'re a fan of drawing or a fan of anime or manga, then it\'s going to cross your mind at the very least once--\'it would be cool if I could make my own comic!\' However, this thought is usually closely followed by another thought that reads something along the lines of, \"Wow...that would be a lot of hard work...I don\'t even know where to start,\" and your ide may have been quickly abandoned or slowly forgotten, depending on how keen you were on the idea in the first place.
And that\'s where this article comes in; so many wonderfuly talented artists just don\'t know where to begin. I will now break down the process of creating a comic, or at least my version of it as i am sure that my methods and opinions will probably differ from those of others.
Now, before I get into a list of tools and methods, I\'m going to start off with the basics of characters and plot and location, etc.
Now many of you are probably already groaning, but a lot of people just dive into a comic
when he diedwhen he diedwhen he died5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the mailbox overflowed
the letters fell
Why? - CreepypastaWhy? - Creepypasta (Feelspasta)Why? - Creepypasta1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where am I?
Why am I here?
Why can’t I see?
Why is it so lonely here?
Is anyone there?
Does anyone care?
Why does everyone hate me?
Is it impossible for me to be loved?
Why is this place so cold?
Why can’t I feel the ground?
Am I just floating in an empty void?
Does anyone know that I am here?
Does anyone know that I existed at all?
What is wrong with me?
Why am I bleeding?
What happened to me?
Why can’t I remember anything?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Do I know you?
How did you get here?
Why do you ignore me?
Why can’t you see me?
Why don’t you hear me?
Why can’t I speak?
Why can’t I run?
Why can’t I cry?
Why do you walk away?
Wait, what are these images?
What am I trying to remember?
Why am I lying on the ground?
Why can’t I move?
Why is there so much blood?
Who is across the room?
Why is that person walking away?
Why does it look like you?
Why did you do it?
Why did you kill me?
Why do you hate me?
The Heir to Courage - storyThe Heir to Courage - story2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Heir to Courage
The Hero's Shade traveled shroud in the shadows of a thickly wooded trail. Paws nimbly picking their way through fallen branches the wolf silently tread to the secluded home buried deep along the outskirts of Hyrule.
Within the last few hours Shade had found himself once again able to sense the Triforce of Courage.
From the moment the golden relic was split by an unbalanced touch the three pieces of the Triforce were destined to be continually regifted and reborn through generations.
Courage had made its rounds time and time again, each time leading its wielder on an righteous but otherwise uneventful life.
Wisdom was most often reborn within the royal family and earlier this year it had done so yet again, with a new princess, again named Zelda as was tradition...
But what troubled the Sacred Beast is that in all his wanderings he had yet to see anyone bear the mark of Power...
As an ethereal being Shade made his way easily and silently into the dusty old rafters of
Dinner Date - TGNeona bit her lip as she looked down the hill, trying to decide if it was worth the trip down. She wondered if she was up to it, glancing at unmarked skin, the tight dress she wore screaming no. She didn't remember ever walking through a forest like this, when she was a boy.Dinner Date - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She smiled at the thought of that, gently chastising herself for being silly. A lot of things had changed since she'd been male, from the moment she'd first felt her breasts rub against the cloth. She jumped a little at the thought, noting how natural the movements felt with a quick blush. It faded quickly, her mind simply acknowledging it as normal.
She moved quickly, doing her best not to think about her movements as she gently moved one high heeled shoe after the other on her way down the slope. She could feel the clothes rub against her skin, the air climbing between her legs to climb against her skin. It felt odd to the male side of her brain, like she should be squeezing her legs together and denying that the
Legend of the Fallen Ch. 1"Hey kid! Hey kid wake up!" I woke up to find a man in blue poking me with a stick. "Hey kid don't you know it's illegal to climb trees in central park?" I was still a little groggy so when I got up I kind of fell out of the tree. Ahhhh!- "That hurt." "Well that's what you get for sleeping in a tree." I got back up off the ground. "Hey kid what's with that outfit?" "Huh?" I looked down at my cloths to find I was wearing an all white robe. I also had gold gauntlets and brown boots. I looked up at the man and then around at some other people walking by. (Wow my outfit is completely different, I stand out like a sore thumb.) "I don't know sir." The man's voice got a little aggravated. "Fine you don't have to tell me but please stay out of the trees." He walked away. "Where am I? Wait that guy said this place was called central park right? Where is that? Hmmmm,.. come to think of it what am I doing here .. and who am I anyway?" I looked over my cloths again and noticed their wasLegend of the Fallen Ch. 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Moonlit Faery - TGAlex breathed in the night air, filling his nostrils with the scent of the country side for a moment before letting it escape again. It smelt odd to him, he decided. Fresher than he was used to living in the city, like someone had run it through a purifier before it had a chance to get to his nose. He wasn't entirely certain what to make of it.Moonlit Faery - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Maybe I'd get used to it if I stayed longer," he muttered to himself after a moment, doing his best to shrug the thought off as he stepped off the graveled path. He could smell the grass crushing beneath his feet, unburned by chemicals that left a vague taste on the back of his tongue whenever he opened his mouth too wide. He liked it a bit more than the rest of the air, he decided, scooping up a blade and twirling it between his fingers. He could get used to plant life, if he was stuck out in the country, he decided. But not much else.
"Except maybe the stars," he added under his breath, looking up at them with a smile. They looked clearer out
Gender Fights - TGJames dodged to the side, keeping his weight balanced carefully on his toes as he leaned backwards to avoid the next punch. The specialized gloves on his hands let out a slow whine, growling their readiness as the crowd roared in the background. He ignored both of them, jabbing outward at his opponent's left side. He waited for the moment when the man dodged before pulling back and striking with the other, eyes wide in satisfaction when his fist smashed into the others abdomen, the skin rippling as it caved inward.Gender Fights - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His grin slipped as he felt a fist crash into his cheek, the shock of impact pushing him back a little as his face began to burn. He closed his eyes as his vision blurred, letting the discomfort pass through him as his face shifted before blinking them open again.
He could see better now, he decided, gently feeling across his face with his glove to make sure no damage had been done. The buffers were supposed to stop actual impact beyond the transformation, but accidents happ
a darker sideyou pick apart the pieces of my heart,a darker side5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm letting you.
you, with your pointed little fingers
burrowing into my chest.
and i like it.
while you tear the surface of my skin,
dig deeper until you're so far in
you start to occupy me like another myself-
you could be my soul.
you could be my
i will always let you in.
even when it hurts.
i will always let you in.
[the closer, the better]
because once you're here,
The Final Battle - PokemonThe Final Battle - PokemonThe Final Battle - Pokemon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The crowds are roaring, but I hear nothing. The only sound is the echoing beat of my heart thumping in my chest.
The final battle. It's finally here.
I have defeated the Pokemon Leagues of many regions, becoming the Champion in each.
It is time to begin. My opponent and I stand in the center of the arena. I look straight into his eyes as we shake hands.
I have defeated 32 Gym Leaders, and eight more Frontier Brains.
They are the eyes of my equal.
I have saved the world from numerous attempts at world domination, conquering many criminal organizations along the way.
I stand back, and so does he. I don't even look at my belt to see which Pokeball my hands rest on. I know each one by their place, their feel.
I have gained the powers of fire, ice and lightning from capturing the deities of each.
I send out my Pokemon, and he sends out his. Within moments we are given the signal to begin, and attacks of fire and lightning clash i