Request: Dark AcexRavess: The BirthThe heart of the Cyclonian Empire is not the best place to give birth to a child. Actually, it is one of the worst places to bring a new life into the world. Ravess knew this. But she didn’t have much choice, now did she? After all, it was a little late to turn back now. She was in labor, and the pain was killing her. She felt like she was going to be ripped in two, as though, in order to give life to her child, she had to give up her own life.Request: Dark AcexRavess: The Birth7 months ago in Romance More Like This
But despite her pain, the markswoman was proud; proud of her soon-to-be-born daughter, who would surely grow up to be a powerful woman. She was also proud of herself for making the decision to bear this child. The child of the man she loved.
Ravess hadn’t known that she would fall in love with the Dark Ace. But when she did, it became clear that they were meant to be. This pleasant thought was interrupted by another spasm of pain that tore a scream from the woman’s lips. She could reminisce about her husband later. Now, all she
To Be A WerewolfI never asked to be different. I didn't choose to be this way: some wretched fairytale creature, shunned and hated by many. I didn't kill your brother. That was the hunter. He was trying to shoot me. Blame him for your problems. Leave me out of it. I'm a very peaceful creature actually. I live as a human during the day. I live among you and I eat what you eat. Why would I want blood? Why would I kill a person?To Be A Werewolf8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
At night, I run free in the forests. I roam across the land, howling, in agony. For I long to be loved. Why do you hate me so? Why do you despise me? I never did anything to you. I never hated you. I never hurt you.
Why can't you just let me be? All I want is true freedom! All I want is to be myself without having to make excuses! What did I ever do to deserve this? I didn't choose to be this way! I didn't choose to live my life in secret for fear that you might come after me with torches and pitchforks! I'm not a monster, you know. I'm really not that dif
Monster's endThe feeling of the gun jerking with each shot was satisfying to Emile. Like he could feel each round as it hit the ships, sending Covenant soldiers to a fiery death. He wasn't really aware of the words he shouted as he shot his enemies out of the sky. He was slightly aware that he was shouting insults and vengeance for his fallen teammates.Monster's end4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The onslaught of ships stopped and Emile sat back in his seat. He was tired, but he knew he had to keep going. For now there were no enemies to fight, but he knew there would be more. Though his bones ached and his muscles were sore, he felt there was nothing more he could do for now. "I hope I did you proud, Jorge." He let his head fall back and stared up into the sky. He noticed a slight shadow a bit to the side. He recognized the shape.
"Noble Four, I need fire on that cruiser or we're not getting out of here! Do you copy?" The voice of Captain Keys was calm even with the threat looming overhead.
Emile switched on his radio. "You'll have y
029 Vacation029 Vacation4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Kat sat hunched over her workspace. Only the light of her worktable lamp allowed her to see. She was focused completely on the radio transmitter that she was modifying. If all went right she'd be able to attach it to her helmet and it would allow her to have contact with the team from a further distance. If it worked on hers she could make the adaptation to all the other members of Noble Team.
Light flooded the room as her door opened and she snapped around to whoever had opened it. "Close the door. You're letting in too much light." She hunched over more as she tried to stay in darkness.
Carter moved through the doorway but didn't shut the door behind him. "No, you're in too much dark." He moved into the room and she glared up at him. "It's a nice day outside and you have yourself locked up in a room with tech and only a little bit of artificial light."
"I like my tech." Kat turned back to her project. She didn't care about sunlight or the outdoors, she had work to do and she was goin
No more clubs, okay? DM/FM/JDThe room was filled with fog, perfume, and drunken idiots who didn't remember the differences between left and right.They, in Jorel’s opinion, were sloppy, loud, obnoxious, and most definitely rude and perverted. One of these idiots was Dylan Alvarez. With a giddy smile he wrapped his arms around Jorel, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips.No more clubs, okay? DM/FM/JD8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"H-hey you seem familiar. Do-do I know you? You’re kind of h-hot," he said. Jorel rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Dylan away, making sure his hand planted perfectly in Dylan's face.
He didn't really mind Dylan when he's drunk off of his ass like this. He's a shithead who flirts with other girls, but Jorel has learned to accept that. It's just Dylan's drunken nature to flirt. However, when things get too heated, Jorel always steps in and reminds Dylan of who he's really with in case he forgets.
"Shut up, you bitch. How much longer are you wanting to stay here? I've determined bring here sober blows."
Dylan laughed and offered Jor
Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.Halo: More than Fiction4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
StoriesThe three Spartans sat in silence. There was an odd feeling in the air between them. The Spartan II fidgeted for a moment. "So, what were you and the Commander fighting about?" Jorge was trying to be casual with the question, but from how Kat had shouted at Carter to leave her alone it wasn't really a casual question.Stories3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Kat glared at him, still a bit mad from her argument with Carter. "Just a question he's been asking me since we first became teammates."
Emile chuckled. "I can think of several things I'd ask you to do the first time I saw you." He leaned a bit on the table. "Though considering it's the Commander, I'm guessing you he keeps asking you to marry him."
Kat glared at him. "You seriously need to shut up." She was obviously not in the mood for Emile's teasing. "He's asking the same thing that most of you damn Alpha Company Spartans seem to ask me."
"Oh, So you mean he was asking you about your old teammates again?" Emile relaxed a bit. "When will he learn to let that subject go
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 13Chapter 13: And To All A Good NightOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dr. Halsey took a deep breath and looked into her daughter's face, the face that so resembled her own yet had obvious traces of Jacob's in it. "I'm sorry," she said calmly, holding back her emotions; years of carefully maintaining a professional mask made it easy, but it was hard at the same time. "Sorry for not being a better mother; sorry for never being there when you needed me; sorry for well, a lot of things." She crossed her arms, mirroring Miranda's posture, and sighed. Suddenly she felt old.
"You make it sound so easy, being sorry," Miranda remarked, neither condemning nor accepting the apology. "What does 'sorry' mean when you say it, anyway?"
Halsey was quiet for a moment, then looked away. "It means I'm ashamed of myself, really," she said softly. "What is all I've done worth when I can't even face my own daughter without feeling like a failure?"
Miranda blinked rapidly. She uncrossed her arms, shifted her weight, then took a s
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 4Chapter 4: Converting the CommanderOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We're ba-a-ack!" Emile sang, after kicking in the door. He marched in, with Jun following, still wiping his red eyes and muttering about a newly developed fear of shopping malls. Jorge, of course, was stuck carrying all the trappings, which consisted of many boxes, bags and random packages.
"What the "
The place was clean. Sparkling. Scary clean. It even smelled like Pine Sol, which was odd, because Pine Sol had ceased production in the 23rd century. At any rate, it was slightly eerie, also because no one was bumming around like usual. The place had been wiped clean and squared away
and decked with holly?
"Ooh! It's like that old song! Deck the halls with boughs ofOW!" Jun screeched as Emile twisted his ear. "Don't interrupt my festive song! And let go of my ear!"
"Ah, you're back," Kat said, stepping out to greet them. Emile's jaw nearly detached itself from his face and fell to the ground. She was wearing a red velvet turtl
Can We Just Talk This Through? (DM/TP) Chapter 1I took another drag from my third cigarette. Damn, this stress was killing me. I couldn't believe that just kick me out like that! Fucking faggots. How could they betray me like that?! Especially my best friend...s. All of them were my closest friends for years and years...did that mean absolutely nothing to them?!Can We Just Talk This Through? (DM/TP) Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wanted to scream, but instead I swallowed it down as I breathed in the last, long drag from my cigarette, preparing to pop out another one. I butted the cherry out and exhaled the smoke, enjoying my nicotine high, but hating the reality that was happening. This wasn't a dream. I no longer had my friends...the ones I fucking loved. Bunch of no, good, backstabbing, drinking pigs! I didn't do anything! I’m completely innocent! They can’t kick me out...like I’m some sort of freeloader. I grew more and more angry as I thought about it and began to light my fourth cigarette until a voice interrupted me.
“That bad, huh?” said an unfamiliar voice. I r
Remember ReachA wise man once said that the natural state of man is war. Peace, he added, is just a time for preparation.Remember Reach4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't think anything could have "prepared" us for what happened, though maybe Armageddon. Yeah. Armageddon might have whipped us into shape.
Harvest fell. In a storm of fire and alien hatred, it fell, and millions of lives fell with it.
Nobody saw it coming. I mean, there are spooks and spies and masterminds high up in the hush-hush intelligence bracket, but I doubt even the smartest sleuth out of all of 'em could have seen the way it played out. It just happened. It happened, and all we could do was sit there, paralyzed, during the whole ordeal.
Correction: not all of us sat there and gaped like fishes. A few good men and women went to do something about it. They were the bravest of the brave the cream of the crop, as my grandmother would put it. They went into the valley of the shadow without a second thought, doing their duty to protect and preserve their f
Don't Cut YourselfIt wasn't Emile's style to feel regret. He rarely entertained the emotion because he never really had reason to; regret came from attachment, and attachment was something he just didn't do. He knew his role, his objective, and the shotgun in his hands. That was all he cared about, or so he liked to tell himself.Don't Cut Yourself4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sat hunched like a brooding predator in one far corner of the fallout shelter, as nervous civvies cried and whimpered and comforted each other in the shadows. There was little light, just the hazy flicker of a few self-sustaining panels, but Emile could see just fine through the twin holes that made up the eyes of the skull on his mask. Everything was green and white and yellow thanks to night vision. They all looked like ghosts this way. The normally aggressive Spartan unsheathed his kukri and pondered the way it fit into his palm, remembering how Kat had swiped it to outline their plan in the cave all those days ago.
"Don't cut yourself," he'd said, in a tone that w
NobleNobleNoble4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tess sat at the data terminal. It wasn't often that she had a moment to herself but things were changing. She was always sent out on her own, working alone with ODST at the most. Her new orders changed all of that, and she wasn't sure exactly how she felt about that. She was going to be part of a team, teammate to actual Spartans.
Tess had hacked into the main system and gotten as much information as she could find on the new team. She'd found basic information but after a bit of cracking, she found a bit more which seemed to give her a better view of what she was going into.
According to the records, the last member of the team had died on a mission to destroy a cruiser. It was something that Tess diffidently approved of. Every less cruiser in the sky meant an easier fight for the ships above, and for the forces on the ground. It was a pity that he had died. She did note that his death was fully attributed to his own actions, that he failed to wait for backup.
She moved on to lo
Before the Long NightThe hole in front of me could have been a grave. It was deep and wide, punched into the ground by the narrow tip of a Scarab's leg. I jumped over it lightly, my M6G pistol snug in my right hand. The sun was going down, and Carter wanted all of us back at the cave by dark. I didn't blame him. I'd had my share of nocturnal combat the night before-- I was in no mood to go skulking about in the darkness again, especially after the day's events. I was tired, I was sore, and more than anything, I was disappointed. We all were, I guess. Watching a Covenant supercarrier utterly destroy a UNSC frigate tends to depress people, even Spartans.Before the Long Night4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I climbed up to the opening and stopped short to look behind me, make sure I wasn't being followed. Then I stuck the pistol to my hip and slipped inside, eager to join the cluster of yellow dots that waited there.
"Glad you made it back," Kat said dryly, looking up from her TACPAD. Carter was a few feet away, helmet on, but from the way his shoulders slumped
Tendencies - chp.1 (DannyXDeuce fanfic)Danny was at his house. Jordan and Dylan were there too; he invited them to have a couple of beers with him. He also invited the others, but they were busy and couldn’t make it. Dylan was looking a little tipsy already, while Jordan was completely shitfaced. Danny was looking at his beer, distracted. Something was on his mind…Tendencies - chp.1 (DannyXDeuce fanfic)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Come on Danny! chill out” said Jordan, coming from the kitchen and sitting next to him. He placed some more beers in the table in front of them, grabbed one and sat back, looking at the TV. Danny looked at him, and he was going to say something, but…
Someone knocked on the door. The three guys looked at the door.
“Who can it be? It’s pouring outside…” Said Dylan.
“That reminds me” started Jordan, looking at Danny “can we crash here this night?”
Danny looked at him, while getting up while going to open the door. Jordan saw in his eyes that it meant no.
From the living room, where the
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 7Chapter 7: Party CrashersOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Noble Team my, it's good to see you in person instead of on a screen," Colonel Urban Holland mused, his hands clasped behind his back as all seven Noble personnel stood at attention. He eyed Kat and Six's non-military attire with surprise, but did not say anything about it. "I must say this is a rare and unusual treat, but after so many months in the field, a good meal at Christmastime sounds like something I can't afford to pass up."
"Sir. We're honored to have you with us, as always," Carter replied.
Holland indicated his three guests and they stepped forward. "I'd like you all to meet Commander Jacob Keyes and his daughter, Lieutenant Commander Miranda Keyes." The elder Keyes had salt-and-pepper hair trimmed very short and a thoughtful, almost sad look to his angular face. His daughter had regulation-length dark brown hair and keen green eyes that swept over the Spartans with interest.
Kat and Carter relaxed somewhat, since these individuals matched
Poem Noble, ReachNoble, ReachPoem Noble, Reach4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
unknown by secrecy,
Ready and under high demand.
Six soldiers prepared
And deployed on command.
Now fought on desperate ground
Fear can now be seen.
We cannot back down,
Tis' what it seems,
No solutions found
But one,Noble team.
NO more options
We will have to cope.
With only one solution
These six soldiers, Spartans
Are our last hopes.
One by one they fall
Jorge, Kat, Carter, and Emile.
One by one defeat called.
This fight lost,
This thought, all can feel.
One left to lose,
But not all forgotten.
Now the package delivered
Nothing but surviving
Is the concluding option.
Fought and fought did he,
With no sight of cover,
Firing in all directions so desperately,
This fight is carried on,
But for him, it is all over
These brave minds...
These brave souls....
These humble soldiers,
Named justly, the nobles.
Through their battles waged
We turn the next page
as they are remembered as saviors
So on shall their story be remembered,
On shall their story teach,
Of the the days when S
Remembering NobleIt wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking her covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.Remembering Noble4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was 6:00 in the morning, still a bit dark outside. The girl drew in a hasty breath as the chilly morning air nipped at her bare toes. She immediately attacked her chest of drawers, pulling out a black and yellow jogging suit and a black tank top, which she put on hastily. She glanced in the mirror and went over to her cabinet, where she took out a jar of hair gel and slicked back her short, wavy auburn hair. This done, she went back to the bureau and put on some socks, then running shoes. Then she exited her room, l
Can We Just Talk This Through? (DM/TP) Chapter 5“Why were you late, Murillo?” immediately asked George’s voice once I stepped into the studio. All of the members looked at me with slight disappointment. I sighed.Can We Just Talk This Through? (DM/TP) Chapter 510 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Guys, I’m so sorry. I’ve been not myself lately. I’ve been trying to make things work between this guy I like and me--”
“So you fucking blow us off for some bitch? Dude, you’re in a band! This is your job!” Jordan said as he crossed his arms. “I oughta sack you.”
I looked at him with pleading eyes, but I didn’t want to seem begging if I pleaded for my job back. I fucking blew it. I felt the realization hit me and I wanted to throw up. Not only did I lose a great gig with a bunch of amazing, funny guys, but I possibly blew my chances with Aron, as well.
I looked at Matthew who shook his head at me. I could read his eyes that said ”tell them what’s really going on. I sighed, but finally prepped myself. “The reason why
Tendencies - chp.2 (DannyXDeuce fanfic)An hour had gone by, and Aron was sitting inside his car. About 20 minutes ago he thought about turning on the radio, but there was nothing good on, just some of those songs that give you headaches just from listening to them. He turned it off and leaned back in his seat, looking at the rain streaming down the windows. In that moment, he felt his cellphone vibrating in his pocket. He picked it up and answered the call.Tendencies - chp.2 (DannyXDeuce fanfic)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Danny?” He said.
“You can come now.” He heard Danny’s voice on the other side. “But be careful, i don’t want you to meet Dylan or Jordan on your way, they just got out.”
“Don’t worry, i’ll be careful.” Aron said. He grabbed his car keys.
“Then hurry up. Bye.” Said Danny.
“Bye.” Said Aron, and he hung up. Quickly, he opened the door and got out. He locked the car and started running, up to Danny’s house.
Danny put his cellphone in the table and started to throw all the b
RoseKat stared at the candy heart in her hand. "Why do people still give these? They taste like chalk." She scowled. "Seems more like what you would give an enemy than a friend or loved one."Rose4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"It's tradition." Jorge reached over and picked a heart out of the bowl on the table. "It's more about the messages on them." He tossed the candy to the Spartan beside him.
Emile caught the candy and read it. "Hug me? In your dreams, big man." He tossed the heart aside.
"Get in the spirit." Jorge moved and before Emile could stop him he'd enveloped the assault specialist in a bear hug.
Kat smiled as she watched Emile fight to escape Jorge's grasp. For all their arguing they were very close with each other.
"If not these, then what would you want someone to give you?" Richard leaned a bit toward her. "You don't seem like the kind of woman that would like flowers or candies."
"Yeah, what did the Commander get you?" Emile grunted as he tried to push Jorge away, though he was failing miserably.
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 8Chapter Eight: Angst and an SOSOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dude, we should so totally annoy Dare into letting us do this next year," Romeo whispered loudly, elbowing Mickey, who had his eyes shut and was breathing deeply. It would have looked like an ordinary calming exercise to any passerby, but Mickey's squadmates knew exactly what he was doing: inhaling the smell of food that hadn't been freeze-dried at some point in time.
"I heard that, Lance Corporal. And it's Captain Dare," the woman in question sneered, pushing past the grinning ODST. She was taking everything in with a look that was part disbelief, part amusement.
"I thought Spartans and ODSTs have a relationship that's, well er, touchy, if I may say so," Six said quietly, standing by Kat, who was watching as Dare's squad made themselves at home.
"That's true, but there is an old saying that says 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.' I think that applies to ODSTs as well," Kat replied, and Six smiled slightly.
The Rookie stood
SanguiniusSanguiniusSanguinius3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Archangel, Bane of Daemons, Primarch of the Blood Angels
Special Rules: Primarch, Prophetic Visions, Father of Angels, Majestic Wings, Shadows of Signum, Split the Sky, Furious Charge, Hit and Run
Wargear: Primarch Wargear, The Blade Encarmine, The Spear of Telesto
The Blade Encarmine: A massive sword longer than an Astartes is tall, the Blade Encarmine is a work of art as much it is a frighteningly formidable weapon. When wielded by Sanguinius in battle, it dances in quicksilver flashes, weaving in intricate patterns that are as beautiful as they are deadly. In combat, the Angel uses it to quickly and efficiently defeat his enemies with dazzling skill. It is a master-crafted Force Weapon weapon that increases Sanguinius's strength from 8 to 10, and any to wound rolls of a 1 reroll
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 3Chapter 3: Spartans Shouldn't ShopOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh. My. God."
Jun's words were drowned out by the intense level of noise present in the mall. Emile glared at the flashy lights and the throngs of people with suspicion, probably gauging whether or not there were terrorists present. The smell of exotic food hung in the air and music blared from stereo speakers hidden in the walls. People of all races, shapes and sizes milled around, window-shopping and hanging out. It would be no great feat for the Spartans to blend in as long as they didn't do anything out of the ordinary. "It's so big " Jun mumbled, tugging on Emile's arm.
"It's a mall, dummy," Emile growled, roughly shrugging him off. "It's supposed to be freakishly big and obnoxious."
"Like your face?" Jun retorted.
"Shut up," Emile hissed.
A group of teenagers passed by, chattering briskly in Hungarian, and Jorge perked up. "This won't be too bad," he suggested, but Emile just glowered at him. "Besides, the list is simple. And w