Three Ring CalamityThe smell of roasted peanuts and hay was strong in the air commingling along with the smell of animals and too many people crammed under the enormous brightly colored tent. I couldn't believe I was here. I shouldn't be here, honestly. If I was caught, I could be in so much trouble, but if I had to be honest with anyone, I was happier here than I had been at home in weeks.Three Ring Calamity3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was yesterday Toby came up to me as I sat on the sofa with a book in my lap. He was the perfect mix of me and his father. He had my chocolate curls and the round shape of my face with my pale skin, but the rest was his father. He had his jaw and nose and his most distinguishing feature, his father's eyes. They were green, the same green as old dollar bills and had the ability to cut like a knife, or become hard and opaque and absolutely unreadable. I smiled at him, my heart warming over.
Toby Ceaser Marcone was my first child after my miscarriage. It felt after losing my baby girl, Daphne , that I was never me
The power of love [Tom Riddle x Reader]The power of love [Tom Riddle x Reader]2 months ago in Romance More Like This
That filthy muggle.
Tom Riddle looked down at (and on) the shorter girl in front of him, as they were walking down the stairs. He was quite tall for his age, while that little mudblood was at least eight inches shorter, so he could take a look at the top of her head. Her [hair colour] locks rested on her shoulders, and Tom noticed to himself that it was rather bright.
Well, in fact she wasn’t muggle (obviously, then she wouldn’t be here, in Hogwarts) nor mudblood, it was only that she was a half-blood witch. Just like he himself was a wizard. Still, she incredibly annoyed him and his pride.
Dancing with a girl like her – what a shame. He couldn’t be less interested in the winter ball, dancing and such things, but he was forced to. Not literally though; it was only that his teacher, Slughorn, the potions professor remarked that ’Oh, Tom and Ms. [Last name], you look so good together, both genius and good-looking, if only you danced t
Murtagh,Eragon,and RoranMurtagh,Eragon,and Roran6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first one in the cell was Murtagh. "What is the point of this again?" he asked. "The point" Nasuada said "Is to make you and your family get along, I am tired of you fighting about stupid things when your here". "You are so evil" he said as the cell door closed. Eragon and Roran were pushed inside the cell a few minutes later. Murtagh glared at them and said "I'm not talking to you". "Why is that?" Eragon asked. "Because I am tired of you saying I'm evil" he said. He then drew a line in the dirt on the cell floor. "This is my side and that is yours" he said "Stay on your side". "But your side is bigger" Eragon said. "I don't care" Murtagh answered. Eragon sighed, knowing that he had really angered Murtagh this time. "It looks like you won't be seeing Katrina anytime soon Roran". Roran cursed and said "At least she knows where I am". Eragon tried to contact Saphira but had no luck. "Murtagh" Eragon said "Are you able to contact Thorn?". "Thorn said he was busy" Mur
Do You Want to KnowDo You Want to Know3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Do You Want to Know?
I felt my mouth go dry as John slapped the manila folder down on his desk. Large glossy photos in black and white spilled out along with several documents, typed and watermarked. He steepled his hands, large, fingernails manicured and professional looking. That didn't hide the white scars that laced across his knuckles and the back of his hands marking his life as a once underling thug, learning the delicate art of knife work. His money colored eyes were hard, unreadable, as he looked over at me and shivers gathered at the base of my spine. We stood in the office inside his large home. It was rich and yet simple at the same time, functionality the key. There was lot of wood, plush carpet, and warm golden wall paper. There wasn't a lot of decoration. A couple filing cabinets, John's huge desk, a small desk that Mr. Hendricks often occupied (and currently did not), a wet bar pushed in the corner and a flat screen TV hung on the wall. I stood in front of th
Cassandra's ProfileCassandra's Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Cassandra Crawford
Meaning: "She who entangles me," & "Raven"
Nicknames: Empress of Snakes,
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Yellowish-Green
Weight: 112 LBS
Species: Sorceress (Human)
Status: Noble (Nobility)
Symbol (Symbolism): Serpent (Snake)
Makeup: Curvy (Sensuous)
Cassandra is an ambitious, and flirtatious woman, who delights in sexual foreplay and encounters, her body a means for her indulgent. She has a vanity which has her shun any persons she feels are ugly or with any physical deformity, thus only people of beauty are allowed in her personal retinue. Her ambition has made her strive and thirst for power greedily, forever wishing for more, her scheming mind overflowing with ideas on h
Dagestu Baenre ProfileRace: Drow ElfDagestu Baenre Profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Patron Deity: Waukeen
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Dagestu was the daughter of Sos'umptu Baenre, a Drow priestess renowned for her devotion to the Spider goddess, Lolth and for her unusual lack of ambition. Dagestu was the third-born child of Sos'umptu, her previous offspring having been sacrificed to the Spider Queen. Dagestu never knew her father. Sos'umptu was unusually kind and respectful toward her mate, but her fanatical devotion to Lolth got the better of her and she sacrificed him to Lolth when Dagestu was very small.
The puritanical Sos'umptu gave her daughter a very strict upbringing, requiring her to spend long hours in prayer and in reading religious books. Dagestu greatly envied her cousins, who were spoiled by their Baenre mothers and lived lives of luxury and self-indulgence. Dagestu's resentment of her mother's faith was compounded when she was sent to study for the Lolth priesthood at Arach-Tinilith. Dagestu, longing for the luxuries and deca
The Baenre GirlsIt had been several weeks since Quenthel's resurrection. The drowess found it disconcerting to know that she had been dead, but she praised Lloth for the joy of living again to see the enemies of House Baenre destroyed. Quenthel's memories of the Demonweb Pits were blurred, like some distant dream. She remembered only the smell of sulphur and the feel of cobwebs.The Baenre Girls3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Quenthel had been invited to Triel's private chambers, ostensibly for a few drinks. Quenthel knew her older sister was always looking for opportunities to size up her sisters, to analyse whether they posed potential threats. The drow smiled at the joy at which Triel greeted her return from the dead. The two sisters had always been affectionate towards each other and after the separation of death, especially so. Yet their hugs and kisses could not hide the rivalry between them. Triel was as aware of it as she was. When Quenthel got the chance to kill her sister and seize control of Menzoberranzan, it would be the final act of s
Sos'umptu's FavoriteShakti Hunzrin was amazed at how easy it had been to become Sos'umptu's favorite student. All it had taken was to write a particularly impressive essay on the infernal hierarchy of Lolth's servants. Not that the essay was Shakti's own work, of course. Shakti had copied the essay from one of her classmates. To ensure that she had not got caught, she burned the original essay and drugged the poor girl so that she missed the deadline for completing that particular assignment. Shakti was not bothered in the slightest that her classmate had been given a flogging as a punishment.Sos'umptu's Favorite2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sos'umptu had asked Shakti to stand before the assembled students of Arach-Tinilith and read every page of the essay. The mistress had not stopped showering attention on her, so much so that Shakti was starting to wonder if the Baenre priestess was trying to get her into bed. She was not averse to that idea, a lover among the Baenres could be a route to power in Menzoberranzan, for herself and for House Hunzrin.
A Drow's Right to ShoesCarizza, Matron Mother of House Bra'zhezita arrived for Triel Baenre's party with a tightly wrapped present in her hands.A Drow's Right to Shoes3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Matron Mother of the ruling Drow house usually held her birthday parties in the grand hall of the Baenre palace. This time, Triel had opted to host her party in her private chambers for a more intimate gathering. As the matron mother of a minor house, Carizza felt very privileged to be invited.
Carizza was greeted by Liriel Baenre, Triel's niece and the daughter of Archmage Gromph. Reputedly, she was highly skilled in magic. Whatever the case, the Baenre girl was perhaps the most beautiful Drow that Carizza had set her eyes upon. She was wearing a lovely white dress. Carizza noticed her feet were bare.
"House Baenre is honoured by your presence, Matron Mother," said Liriel. Carizza doubted that the Baenre girl was all that sincere in this compliment. Bra'zhezita was, after all, only a minor house.
"The presents go on that pile and the shoes go there," said Lirie
ToR 1:E: ReunionEven though Rashemen had won this war and driven the Tuigans out, the damage they'd suffered was still extensive. Upon their return to Immilmar, Grusha and Vanya learned that Katja and many other wychlaran were dead. Thayan evokers had appeared out of nowhere, striking swiftly and using their own portals against them. Galina and Fydra Night-Tree's forces managed to save themselves by sealing off their portals, but they were the only survivors. A couple of necromancers appeared later on, but Galina had arrived in time to slay them before they could pull any of their vile tricks.ToR 1:E: Reunion3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Grusha was still glaring daggers at Vanya for sparing an enemy's life, let alone a Red Wizard's. So strong was her anger that she reported this act to the other witches with much gusto, but while Anfisa supported her to some extent, the others were either unconcerned or outright approved. Paloma was especially annoying with how she constantly questioned Grusha's words, her support for her student clear.
Fic: Dear AndreFic: Dear Andre4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's been a few months, hasn't it? Yet, it feels like it was only yesterday that you left so suddenly, the wound still fresh in my heart. Who would've thought we would make it that far, my love? Who would've thought that what we had would blossom in such a wondrous, beautiful way ?
No one, not even me- and I still curse myself for letting so much time go by, so much time we could've spent together, reveling in the warmth of our love but I had been too stubborn, too blind to your undying devotion
My sweet Andre, you were ever so forgiving. You never held that against me and instead wrapped me tenderly in your arms, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, sweet words that were so sincere and heartfelt it touched me in the deepest part of my soul, made me feel loved and protected like a true woman.
It was something I didn't know I needed, but I did ever so desperately and only you could have awakened that in me.
But we got ripped from that didn't we? We