A not so damsel (BTT X Reader)A not so damsel (BTT X Reader)7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Zhere’s notzhing to do!!!” Gilbert complained loudly to his companions as Francis read and Antonio sucked on a lollipop while doodling on the back of a blank report.
“I don’t know what to tell you mon ami.” Francis replied running a hand through his silky blonde hair.
He, however; glanced over to see Antonio not listening since he was totally enthralled in his drawing. After raising an eyebrow Francis asked, “What are you drawing zhere?”
The tanned male looked up and grinned cheekily. “Hahaha I was drawing myself rescuing a chica, that would be fun would it not?” The in a sudden swift movement Gil jumped up slamming his hand on the table.
“Kesesesesesese, Ja! Let’s go rescue a totally hot Damsel!” Francis smiled and stood up along with Antonio, who had just recovered from nearly choking on his lollipop. “Oui!” The trio then raced their way out of the station forgetting to loc
Halo 4: An analysis of the universe [2/5]Halo 4: An analysis of the universe [2/5]1 year ago in Settings More Like This
CHAPTER 2: THE DIDACT & THE FALL OF THE FORERUNNER EMPIRE
WARNING: THIS ANALYSIS / RECAP CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR:
-The Thursday War
If you plan to read / are currently reading any of these books, STOP READING NOW.
For those of you not in the know, behind the "An Ancient Evil Awakens" tagline, is a glowing forerunner symbol. This symbol belongs to the Didact. Who is the Didact? The Didact's presence is hinted at in the Forerunner novels and other lore for those who have the patience to seek it out. He's said to be the supreme Forerunner millitary commander before and during the war against the Flood that caused the downfall of the Forerunner Empire. More importantly, his wife was the fabled Librarian, who created the Halo project, as well as the Ark.
The Didact was killed many thousands of years ago, however his 'mind' lives on, as he stored himself in a Cryptum, a tomb in which one could survive four countless centuries, before he
Halo: Juggernaut"Any sign of the Demon?"Halo: Juggernaut2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"None yet.Keep looking!"
The two Grunts walked around,their needlers raised.The crystals of the covenant weapons were instead of a purpleish pink,but a light blue.The grunts' orders were not to kill the Master Chief on sight,but shoot him until he passed out.The blue crystals had a chemical in them that caused unconsciousness to occur whoever was shot at.
The Prophets had a new secret weapon they wanted to test on the Spartan.
Green Flu.It was a virus contracted from a infected Jackal that turns any infected human into a zombie,or even a Special Infected.
The Master Chief burst into the Covenant docking bay, his assault rifle raised and his finger on the trigger. He was instantly greeted by two grunts, their startled cries and a flurry of blue crystals, all hitting his neck. He shot the two grunts in the head, killing them instantly. His vison blurring and his head dizzy, he leaned against a Covenant crate and removed the blue crystals lodged in his neck. Sudde
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love O12Dragon Age: A Bard's Love O121 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: A Bard's Love
Game: Dragon Age Origins
Characters/pairing- The Warden, Leliana
Disclaimer- DAO (c) BioWare
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love
Deep in Thought
"Getting any better?" Garrden asked sitting in a chair holding an unnecessarily full glass of wine and shaking the glass in a way for the wine to whirl around in. Leliana looked over to Cogdale who was still lying on the orlesian settle with his eyes closed. He said not a word and only shook his head. "My vision is still injured." He sighed and crossed his arms. Garrden shrugged and took a sip from the wine. The elf may act unruly but his upbringing in nobility did give him etiquette. "The storm is still raging outside." One of Silas' friends said entering the room. Silas nodded his head and offered the man a seat.
"No thanks Silas, I don't want to make this moment awkward in anyway." He said returning to wherever he was previously. "Who is that?" Leliana asked. "That is Duvlin but we call him Duv for sh
1. The Black Rose1. The Black Rose1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out extended the unwelcome arm,
for my soul to take...
My shadow, with me, trembled,
knowing no way away,
from this inevitable ending of my own.
The pillars of my legs crumbled,
and down I fell...
The arm hesitated,
and to the side tilted the head,
from which came its orders.
Of golden bone was it made,
and its base disappeared
into the caverns its sleeve....
Shying from my sight.
The Robe was black
with a fine woven silk.
I beheld none but black,
and only by will
was any other sight
begotten to my terrified eyes.
Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me,
as my back fell to the ground in terror...
Paralyzed was I in the presence of Death,
But it made no haste against me.
"I am Time, just as history knows me."
He spoke as despondence dove to my ears.
To me did Death speak, as it always had,
but with gentle motion did it cry out...
Yelling to grasp my thought, as it knelt before me.
the leaves beneath it made no cries of pain...
as they were already dead, and decaying.
Again the sapphir
Boys Will Be BoysBoys Will Be Boys8 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
NOTE-because Im too lazy to html it, alot of stage directions which would normally be in italics are not, making it hard to read. You can figure it out. Here's a better idea. COME WATCH THE REAL THING.
Boys Will Be Boys
By Josh Bullen & Gabriel Walton
Act I-Scene 1
Smoke fills the stage. A spotlight comes on downstage center to reveal detective Morgan smoking a cigarette. After a moment, he begins to speak to the audience.
Morgan: A small town is a lot like a rotten board; you never know what's going to crawl its way out of the woodwork. I don't concern myself with small towns though. I live in New York city. The name's Morgan. Detective Morgan. I work for the New York police department. This used to be a simple job. This was such a nice town until the GUD was formed twenty years ago in 2088. The so called Global Union for Democracy was supposed to unify all the world's nations. Its creation was a collaborative effort of all the world's major powers. Any country that protested was take
R3TuRN P0LiCYIt gave itself to us.R3TuRN P0LiCY3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It gave us all of it's being.
It gave us that which we did not want.
It gave us illusions first
It gave us pain second
It gave us madness next
It gave us sleep Last
It gave us Worries and wickedness
It gave us voices eternally
It gave us Sadness and sorrow
It gave us Enemies out of what were friends
But you know what it couldn't give us?
Because, truth be told,
When we looked in the mirror,
We had already taken it for ourselves.
And now we cannot give it back,
Until we give up ourselves,
To the thing we thought we saw.
Till death do us part.
NO EXCHANGES. NO RETURNS. GOODBYE FEAR
Binary AlphabetA 00000Binary Alphabet4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Loyalty - Chapter 1: SubstanceLoyalty - Chapter 1: Substance3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
===== The Dark Oasis Frigate: October, 21, 2552 =====
The Sangheili landed on the Dark Oasis with a very warm welcoming from the Kig-Yar on board. The crew was almost comprised entirely of Kig-Yar, partially thanks to Kig'yar 'Nar Sokamai when he was a high ranking Fleet Master. The Kig-Yar on the ship was of mix groups, the Northern Kig-Yar that love ranged weapons, weak, and yellow skinned; the Southern Kig-Yar that are faster, ferocious looking, and grey skinned; and the Equator Kig-Yar that mine for the crystals that create all their equipment and weapons, they use more technology, and are green skinned. The Sangheili worked their way to the command center where their pilot was waiting for them. The Pilot said, sounding angrily, "I'm Brutus, I shall be your pilot. I know where we are heading to Substance as they call it. Be ready, we shall be there in a matter of minutes for the first sweep, you and a strike team will be dropped in after the first sweep to take out survivors. Any q
Loki's Day At The ZooLoki's Day At The Zoo1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki's Day At The Zoo
As told by: Truth
The sun beat down mercilessly that Friday, uncharacteristic of the season. Golden eyes
turned skyward, shielded only by a snow-white hand. White hackles raised in irritation,
causing the feathers set in the canid's cheek to quiver. "What are you doing out so
early?" he grumbled to the sun as he turned his face back to the ground, running his hand
through his blue hair. The hand continued down along his gray neck and finally dropped off
of his shoulder as he breathed a sigh, "now, where was that thing supposed to be again?"
Pulling the map of the Clear Springs Zoo & Aquarium out of his back pocket, he looked for
the splash page ad of what he had come here for; an authentic dire wolf skeleton. He
didn't know much about his ancient ancestor, but he was kind of curious to see what it
looked like. The predecessor of all dog species, from fox to wolf to coyote, he couldn't
deny feeling a pull to go and look at it. "If I could find the blasted thing," h
Which way?Don't look up,Which way?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't look down,
you may look left,
but not right,
Is it my left,
atlasI'm an atlas,atlas1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and Earth's features
lie on me.
the grass on the ridges
above my eyes, the
sea in my tears.
the ocean is in my lungs,
rising and falling
and the wind parts my lips.
I have my faults beneath my skin,
and tremors in my heart,
sometimes high on the Richter scale -
those ones shatter me a little.
A volcano is inside my throat,
rising up and then I quiet its heat.
Rivers are in my veins
and my brain is a living thing,
it's the earth itself
all is contained.
And you could see the stars in my eyes,
if it weren't for the clouds.
Theory of relativityTheory:Theory of relativity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The theory of relativity,
Seemed so hard at school,
Years after reading those books,
Now, i understand the truth...
You & me
Earth & the sky
Other stuff don't matter
& other people act just like catalysts
You are standing still on earth,
Waving me "goodbye"
As i pass you through at lightyears speed
All i can think of is your smile.
I try to hug you tightly, & give you one long last kiss goodbye,
You say i'm overreacting
& your clocks kinda turning slow,
My overpossessiveness is making you lonely & now you're all quite bored
(Now from my point of view):
My hearts beating too fast,
Adrenaline pumping through
I won't be returning back from those skies,
I know its the last i'm seeing you,
I wanted this love to be stronger,
Only if i could hold you closer for a little longer this one last time,
But my hands are now trembling,
I can feel the cancer spreading by,
In a few moments it'll be all over,
This heart shut, & these foggy eyes closed till the end of time.
(not) strong enoughWhen words(not) strong enough6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are proving themselves
Not strong enough
You can't act.
Shouting across the distances
To fall upon deaf ears.
Messages of love
Slip through fingers too numb
To hold them.
Tears fall unseen
Hidden by blank screens
Can't reach those ears
A thousand miles away
Where people can smile
Instead of cry.
Wishes, hopes, and desires
Can never be as real
As a single warm hug
Given by two very real arms
Instead of an icon.
The Rebellion: PrologueLoad...The Rebellion: Prologue9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It only takes three steps to kill a person; it takes years to perfect the art. Crouching lower into the shadows, I stared at the soldier patrolling the roof opposite me. I set up my gun on its stand. I ran my hand down the barrel, and took one last look through the scope making sure to align the pin hairs just right. I shut my eyes as the resounding shot echoed through the alleyway around me.
I lept the short distance separating seep rating the two buildings. Smirking, I walked over to the body, and kicked it...hard. Blood poured from the bullet wound matting his blonde hair. He was dead, or he would be soon. Either way he wasn't getting back up.
One down, one million of the bastards to go.
I heard more voices. ' Dammit,' I thought. ' He was a decoy.' I ran. Runners, that's what the media, so creatively called us.
Remember MeRemember me when I'm goneRemember Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rejoice not in the end
But in the beginning of a new time
A time with nothing but the memories of me
Don't be sad my friend
My oldest, dearest companion
Everything that exists had a beginning
And must at one point cease
I do not know where I will go
Yet I am sure I will not linger
Do a service to my path laid out ahead
Tarry me not in my completed task
I might wrestle with an angel among the heavens
Or I might lead unto nothing
Of this nothing is certain
Aside from the inevitability
Remember me when I'm gone
My dearest, oldest friend
Know that in your heart I am prepared
Only your longing traps me here