Lalkarz PROLOG by Eo NagisaPROLOGLalkarz PROLOG by Eo Nagisa3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zbierało się na burzę. Stara znachorka od rana zmagała się z uciążliwym łupaniem w kościach, które utrudniało jej codzienne czynności. Mieszkała sama, w chatce na skraju puszczy, za towarzystwo mając jedynie wychudzoną kozę i kilka kurczaków. Nie posiadała rodziny, ani dalszych krewnych. Przez lata spędzone na odludziu zdążyła zdziczeć i przejąć nawyki nieprzystające kobiecie. Była dokuczliwa jak pasożyt i natrętna niczym mucha. Czasami, w chwilach refleksji zastanawiała się, czy nie powinna wziąć uczennicy na termin. Kiedy znachorka do reszty zniedołężnieje, będzie potrzebowała pomocy przy najbardziej błahych czynnościach. Kto zastąpi ją w wiosce, jeśli zmorzy ją choroba? Na szczęście podobne przemyślenia nie trwały z reguły długo.
Chapter 1 - I think I like YouThe Hound did not know who was behind the jape, though a few names came to mind. He was certain it began the day he and the other members of the King’s entourage arrived at Winterfell. Sandor was well accustomed to people staring at him, be it in disgust, horror, or amazement; a freak show to be gawked at.Chapter 1 - I think I like You2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Northern folk, unlike their southron counterparts, were less troubled by his burns and more curious to his person. Sandor presumed it had much to do with being raised in such a harsh environment. His grandmother often spoke of the North in loving tones, but she respected its merciless cruelty as well. It took a certain sort of character to survive the unforgiving land; yet these people did just that, and they made it a home.
Unfortunately, not all the northerners were so respectful.
As soon as he arrived in Winterfell, Sandor found himself under the attentive gaze of Lord Stark’s eldest daughter. Often when she believed he was not looking, Sandor would catch the young
World Of Warcraft: An Karanir ThanagorWorld Of Warcraft: An Karanir Thanagor:World Of Warcraft: An Karanir Thanagor6 months ago in Settings More Like This
A Warcraft III/World of Warcraft AU. In this world Prince Arthas Menethil does heed the words of his friend Muradin Bronzebeard and leaves the cursed runeblade Frostmourne in its icy sheath. Depressed, beaten and ashamed by the futility of his quest, Arthas orders his men to return to Lordearon, the guilt of his previous actions finally beginning to set in.
Arthas returns to Lordearon, humbled by the experience, and explains his actions. Though he expected punishment he is instead sent to deal with the plague that continues to rage through the north of the kingdom. Under the strict command of Uther Lightbringer the Alliance does its best to screen the people for signs of plague whilst trying to hunt down the Cult of the Damned that infest the region. Now that Arthas' expedition revealed the true nature of the plague the threat it presents is acknowledged all the more. The north is placed under quarantine and the armies of the ailing Alliance are
Muu Alexius x Reader Light the Tenth As the dawn broke in Sindria the island skies turned the soft light blue of relaxing and promising days. Such a beautiful day for the second day of the festival in Sindria, which promised to be even more delightful than the last. As guests of the king the troupe of dancers that were to entertain the crowds during the four days of the festival were scarcely seen but well received in the country. Everyone wanted to hear their odd anecdotes about the regions they had visited. And in the palace of the king himself perhaps to the king’s knowledge there were quite a few of the girls slumbering in different rooms, but who could blame them; the night had been so tiring that they hadn’t even made it to the private wing the king had secured for them.Muu Alexius x Reader Light the Tenth 1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the patterns of the room there were several beautifully ornate shapes with careful symmetry. Despite the colorful decorations the room was only a guest room, hardly ever used in the gra
Magi Characters x Various - Muu Alexius RequestMagi Characters x Various - Muu Alexius Request1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic and all Magi: The Labyrinth of Magi characters belong to Shinobu Ohtaka. I only own my plot idea original countries and original characters.
Disclaimer: Any photograph used in this fanfiction does not belong to me. All credit goes to the photograph’s respective artists. I will always provide a link to where I have found the photograph at: http://magi.wikia.com/wiki/Muu_Alexius
There is seriously no art for this man, admit it Muu is a hunk…people make this change!
“Huh?” You turned around seeing someone running towards you, Muu Alexius. Muu was a tall, muscular and handsome man. A handsome man with long, silkily, red colored hair and the most beautiful almost ruby-like red eyes with distinctive markings. Muu Alexius had pricings under his lower lip just like every other Fanalis that you had met through his corps. He wore a metal cuirass, shoulder plates, a metal skirt, skin guards, and
Osananajimi 1 (Tachibana Makoto x Reader)Osananajimi 1 (Tachibana Makoto x Reader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(h/c) = Hair color
Note: There's other areas where you select a certain phrase to say, etc.
You were suddenly in an old park, your conscience was slowly coming back.
You scanned the area, wondering what was happening.
There was a slide that imitated an elephant, and swings that had colorful seats.
The monkey bars were striped in light shades of pink and blue.
The playground you were seeing seemed to be a place where many children would play at.
Unexpectedly, though, no one seemed to be here.
Where am I..?
This place is really familiar.
You look around the park a little more to try and find the cause of this nostalgia you were feeling.
Far ahead of you was a sandbox.
Two children were playing in it, a girl and a boy.
Your eyes widened after a sudden realization in who that little girl was.
Hey- That's me!
A younger version?
Seems like when I was six.
I'm playing in the sand with someone.. A boy?
Woah, his hair is so soft, it's getting blown by the wind so
Hang on! Hold me! Makoto x Reader - Chapter 1Hang on! Hold me! Makoto x Reader - Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The New Student
“I AM SO LATE!!” you shouted, running down the streets as quickly as you could. Your short, straight, chin length hair was now a complete mess as you turned the street. You began running down the stairs, hoping to see the school you’d practiced walking to for the past week since you moved here. You hadn’t met any of the students of that school during that time, so you were incredibly nervous. It was half way during the school year when your parents had decided to move here and enroll you in a different school. You’d left your best friend from your previous school due to your father’s work, and your mother had finally landed her dream job. Both were so busy now that you rarely saw them. So you had no choice but to settle yourself into your new school.
Finally you approached the school gates. The students had just begun filing into the building to get ready for the day. You quickly jogged inside, carrying your school case in y
Osananajimi 3 (Tachibana Makoto x Reader)Osananajimi 3 (Tachibana Makoto x Reader)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[Y/N] = Your name
[Y/L/N] = your last name
XXX-san = Polite way of calling someone's name. Most of the time, if you don't call someone with out a "san", it means you're that close and comfortable with that person.
XXX-chan = mostly the same conditions as "san", but it isn't as polite, more like a cute way of calling someone, most of the time a girl. You can still call them with "chan" even if you're close.
I hope you enjoy reading this fanfic
Your heart burst into rapid, loud thumps that wouldn’t stop after the moment it had before.
You couldn’t take in the thought of him being in front of you.
But he was.
You rubbed your slightly sleepy eyes carefully to make sure it wasn’t an illusion from that dream.
You looked up in front of you, and your widened eyes met with the olive haired student’s.
His emerald eyes glistened the exact same way as years before, gentle and motherly.
You were so shocked to find him, standing in front of you once
Zutara is ElectrifyingSPOILER WARNING!!!! ENTER AND READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!Zutara is Electrifying7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
IM SERIOUS!!!! IF YOU WISH NOT TO BE SPOILED, DO NOT READ THIS FIC!!!!
Zuko leapt forward, his fists blazing. Azula blocked with a disk of blue fire, and Zuko had to throw himself to the right to dodge the stream of flame she shot his way. Katara took advantage of the princess distraction and hit her square in the gut with a whip of water. She went down hard, but came up just as fast.
Water swirled from the air into slices of ice that nearly impaled Azula where she stood. Katara pursued the retreating princess across the courtyard, swinging a shield of ice and a water whip in furious swirls to block and attack at the same time. Azula could barely keep up.
Now it was Zukos turn. He kicked forward at his sister, throwing blazing streams into her body, knocking her d
The First Step || Sphintus x Fem!Reader [RQ]The First Step || Sphintus x Fem!Reader [RQ]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Titus, could you may pass me the salt?”
“Of course, [Name]. There you go.”
Sphintus gave a glare into the powerful magicians direction as he saw that he was talking to that person again.
Its not that he didn't like this person, no, it was more the other way around:
He didn't like it that this Titus boy was talking to you.
And how friendly you two were towards each other – blegh – made him want to vomit.
He had a thing for you and seeing you being so nice and happy with another guy made jealousy bubble up inside him.
While everyone was happily eating their dinner, Sphintus sat there with crossed arms and scoffed quietly.
Suddenly he felt how some tugged on his black cloak.
“Ne, Sphintus-kun?” Said male turned his head and looked down to see Aladdin stuffing his face full with food while talking. “I've noticed something strange about you lately.”
The heliohapt man blinked a few times as h
Island Paradise- Mer Makoto X reader CHP 3Island Paradise- Mer Makoto X reader CHP 31 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rain drizzled down from the sky. I hadn’t left the tent all day. The weather forecast has said nothing about it raining; it was meant to be sunny during our stay. Seijuro was outside making sure things were covered. He was still busy taking notes under a sheltered.
I let out a small sigh. I really wanted to go down to the beach and see them again. Seijuro had told me no, he wanted me to take a break from seeing them. I was bored and had nothing else to do. I picked up one of Seijuro’s sketch pads and started flicking through it. The pictures were incredible. I stopped on one. It was of Makoto, Haru and me talking. I laughed at Haru’s expression; he must’ve been glaring at Seijuro when Seijuro was drawing. Makoto was watching me a lot of interest while I talked.
I put down the sketch pad and crawled out of the tent. The rain ran down my face, Seijuro looked at me.
“Where are you going?” He as
SH - Purple Hair-DyeMrs Hudson tutted mildly and looked up at her ceiling.SH - Purple Hair-Dye4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock was pacing about like an angry dog. John must have been called into the surgery again as he could normally get Sherlock to sit still.
Although in extreme circumstances this did necessitate gaffer taping Sherlock to a chair.
She heard the doorbell go and the thunder of feet on the stairs.
He opened the door.
"And hello to you too." Ophelia teased. "You were expecting Lestrade?"
A pause and, from her own flat, Mrs Hudson could almost see the expression on Sherlock's face, challenging his niece to explain herself.
"John has his own key so doesn't need to be let in and the only other person who can warrant such an enthusiastic canter down the stairs is the good detective who brings you your cases." Ophelia said, smugly.
"Very good." Sherlock stepped to the side to allow his niece entrance. "He thinks he might have a case for me. And you are here . . . ?"
"Can I borrow your bathroom? Or your kitchen? Anywhere with a suppl
That Which Divides UsThat Which Divides Us7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That Which Divides Us
Once there were two lovers; one of Sun and one of Moon. The Daughter of the Moon was beautiful, she was an embodiment of grace, but despite her compassion, she was untamed and she lived her life with joy, but she was bound and more than anything she longed to be free.
The Prince of the Sun was passionate. He had an inner flame which filled him with strength and a heart that strove him to be all he could be, but he was a prideful creature. It was his pride that was his greatest weakness, for how easily he could be ensnared by lies of love and honor.
One day the Moon met the Sun. At first she was angered at the sight of him, for he was unlike her, he held no compassion and he could only destroy. For what could he ever offer? But as the Moon passed by the Sun she saw his distress and sorrow. The Sun was alone, and though he had no restraint, he was not free. He was bound by hatred.
The Daughter of the Moon saw the light within him, and extended her hand. A
SH - Echoes of EvensongFor a very long time John Watson had feared sleep.SH - Echoes of Evensong4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So often he would wake in a cold sweat with the echoes of nightmares screaming in his ears, or lurch awake in a panic as his body confused simple rest with returning to the coma from which he had barely escaped.
He took to drinking lots of coffee, forcing himself to remain awake for as long as possible until he balanced on the brink of exhaustion before crashing over into unconsciousness. It was not as restful as sleep but it kept him sane and it kept the nightmares away.
It took several months after he had moved into 221B Baker Street to change that.
Three o'clock in the morning and he was padding down the stairs, eyes half lidded, steps shuffling and irregular.
He needed a cup of tea.
A light was on in the kitchen.
Sherlock's skinny frame was swamped in John's oversized towelling dressing gown. His own one had been badly stained in an experiment and so John had loaned him his.
He was stirring a cup of tea.
One of two.
Wordlessly he t
SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden2"John?"SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sleeping man didn't stir.
A hesitant moment, then a gentle shake to the shoulder through the quilt. "John?"
Sherlock sighed and ran his hand through his hair, lowering himself to sit on the side of John's bed. He was always reluctant to wake John up He'd had to administer his own awkward, tentative brand of comfort to the man in the traumatised aftermath of a nightmare much too often to take for granted the undisturbed sleep the man did have Nevertheless, he was tingling with the need to move and he'd implode from sheer frustration if he had to wait for the man to wake naturally.
So he decided to try the, admittedly slightly dishonourable, but sure-fire method of waking someone up.
He hauled the end of John's quilt up and tickled the man's bare feet.
The doctor lurched into consciousness with a yelp and a thrash, staring up at Sherlock with a bleary, bewildered face.
"Oh good, you're awake." Sherlock said, cheerfully, deciding to feign obliviousne
The Enderman - Part 7I trembled with fear as block after block was removed over my head. I could hear them, getting closer and closer. How did they know where I had gone? Why were they so persistent? I knew that they only wanted the chest, though...what happened to me was none of their concern. They would kill me and take the items that I had gained from turning in corpses of their kind, though I was fairly certain that part was a mystery to them.The Enderman - Part 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I realized how foolish I had been. I could have easily set down the chest and kept running, that would have at least slowed them down. Now, I was trapped. Above me were three humans, ready to kill me the second they got down here. Below me was...as far as I knew, nothing. But that was the problem; I didn't know what was down below, so teleportation in that direction was horribly risky.
I paused my thoughts as I heard a familiar groan. Zombie? Oh no... "No, go away, they'll kill you, too!" I called out, unsure of whether he would hear me or not. It was far too lat
Things for J. to Holdboys who get lostThings for J. to Hold10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the way to being
girls, who sit quiet inside
large rooms without ever
being too small;
songs from under
apology and regret, to where
starlight and super nova
the rope God used
to tie us together;
water that eddies
into the falls and out
of the falls, without ever thinking
it was lost to the cascades;
the ground under your feet
when it beeps up to you
I think we're in love;
your hat, when the wind blows hard;
poems, and those who write them.
Railroad To The Past - Ch9So here he was, at the pool. He knew he would soon be face to face with the genius behind the game he had been playing. He heard footsteps behind him so he turned.Railroad To The Past - Ch94 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Evening." John was standing there, with a solemn look on his face. "This is a turn up, isn't it Sherlock?" His voice was broken, and fearful.
"John what the hell?" He didn't understand, he was supposed to be at Sarah's, safe.
"Bet you never saw this coming." John opened up his coat. Underneath was enough semtex to blow this building and the ones either side of it to shreds. And there was a red dot dancing on his chest sniper. "What would you like me to make him say next? Gottle geer, gottle geer, gottle geer."
"Stop it." Whoever was playing this trick was cruel. John continued.
"Nice touch this, the pool, where little Carl died. I stopped him," John took a sharp intake of breath. "I can stop John Watson too, stop his heart." Sherlock's heart skipped a beat. He would not lose his John twice.
"Who are you?" he ca
BBC Sherlock - A Good ManLestrade lived on his phone. He'd be the first one to admit it.BBC Sherlock - A Good Man4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was always reluctant to lend his phone to people. Partially because of his phone's practical value. But mostly because of one number in his contact list.
Most of them he was fine with. But this one made him unaccountably nervous.
He knew he was being irrational, his motives for having the number in his phone really were completely pure.
However, his line of work made him automatically distrustful of the kind of man who had the number of a thirteen year old girl in his phone who wasn't family.
Originally, after he had had to scrape Sherlock off the floor and take him to hospital, he had attempted to contact Sherlock's big brother. He knew Sherlock had one and that he was some bigwig in the government.
Imagine his surprise when a slender, dark-haired girl of thirteen with curiously familiar eyes turned up in his office.
Upon opening the door and finding her in there he had frozen in shock.
" . . . Can I help you?"
Zutara Week 2011 4: SecretA Bath in MidsummerZutara Week 2011 4: Secret4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The stars glittered in the clear midnight firmament, while Yue's pale, golden glow softened the darkness of the late hour. Summer days in the Fire Nation were sweltering and arid, and the nights only slightly less so. Earlier in the evening, the citizens of Royal Caldera City had sought to cool themselves with their traditional evening market day, and now the whole city was sound asleep, even the guard towers ringing the lip of the crater, within which lay the whole city. Within the Royal Palace, amid a forest of ebony columns, sixteen-year-old Fire Lord Zuko stepped into the pool. The scarred but handsome youth let out a low hissing breath, letting the tepid water soothe his overheated skin. Today had been scorching, and the night's unbearably stuffy air drew him to this late bath in the first place. Sitting back, his head laying back on the warm stone edge, the teen let his mind wander. His eyes stared at the dark blue-enameled ceiling over the pool, st
The Enderman - Part 1I am good.The Enderman - Part 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At least, that's what I believe. The Great Notch wouldn't have made me if he hadn't intended greatness to come from me, would he? Notch was my god, my creator, I lived my life to please him. I gathered dirt, stone, ores; I buried them so no mindless pigs or cows could come along and ruin my belongings. I had been planning to collect my diamond and give it all up as a joyous offering to the one who made me.
But as I was walking to my caves one evening, I noticed something. A sheep walked past me senselessly. This was normal; sheep were animals, only better than pigs due to the wool they produced. But this sheep had no wool. It had been taken away from him, and he was left to wander, cold and alone.
I felt sympathy for the little being, and so I invited the sheep to my home. It was cold and dark down in the caves, not much better than up here, but he would have my company. But I believe the sheep didn't even understand what I was saying. It just bleated and walked off again, n
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...
Makoto Tachibana X Reader : S u r p r i s e sMakoto Tachibana X Reader : S u r p r i s e s1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Huh?” You raised your eyebrows, questioningly, and held your hand out in front of you, watching as droplets of rain began to collect. “It wasn't supposed to rain today, was it? Makoto?,” you asked, looking around to locate the gentle giant who had previously been by your side. After a quick moment, your [e/c] gaze found the brown-haired boy taking shelter underneath an awning of the closest building, but you stayed where you stood, looking up to have the raindrops fall down onto your face, a refreshing feeling.
“[N-Name]-chan! You need to get out of the rain, or you'll catch a cold!,” he scolded you, his emerald-green eyes showing signs of concern. A small feeling of guilt washed over you for making the caring boy worry about you and a small pout formed on your lips. You walked towards him with your head down, shoulders hunched over, sulking.
When you reached him, however, you lifted your head to reveal a mischievous grin, before grabbing his hand a
I'm Fine - A PoemI'm Fine - A Poem10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone I sit in the dark and wait,
Wondering if anyone will ever come.
My smile is what I put on my face,
To hide the monster inside.
Pain fills my chest, my body, my soul
This pain from being utterly alone.
Each of us understands,
Except those that don't.
Each of us cries,
Except those who won't.
I bottle up my feelings inside,
So you don't have to worry.
I don't want your pity,
Your pity makes me weak, it makes me hopeless.
I store these feelings deep inside of me,
Can you see them?
When I talk to you I smile,
When we part I cry.
I just can't tell you what I feel inside,
Because I don't really know.
It's a felling I've never known before.
I want what you have,
I've never wanted that before.
Don't worry about me,
Don't fret, my problems are not yours.
So why try?
Why do you make the effort to solve my problems?
You can't understand me,
But everyone does.
You don't know what I'm going through,
Although you've probably gone through the same.
I don't want you words of comfort, o