HTTYD - Sleeping ArrangementsThe first time, it was downright terrifying.HTTYD - Sleeping Arrangements5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The second time, it was frightening.
The third time, it made him jump.
The fourth time, it was enough to make him do a double-take.
But by the fifth time that Stoick the Vast had woken up to find a sleeping Night Fury hanging from the living room rafters, it had become downright annoying.
The dragon slept inverted like a bat, which wouldn't have been a problem, if he hadn't insisted on doing so right in front of the front door. All Stoick wanted to do was to get up, get to his morning affairs in the town, and get on with his day. But unfortunately, all this required the ability to get out of the house, which was quite impossible with a drowsy no, scratch that, dead Night Fury blocking the way. Toothless didn't snore, fidget, growl, or move in his sleep. In fact, that was the crux of the problem. The beast slept more soundly than a rock.
Cautiously, Stoick shoved the dragon to one side, wondering if this would rous
RabbleOne of the many perks of Toothless gaining the ability to transform from a dragon to a human at will, was that he fit perfectly next to Hiccup in his bed. The village's dragon trainer was grateful to the goddess who gave this gift, as it was much easier to sleep with his beloved lulling him to sleep by means of playful kisses and loving words, amongst other things.Rabble5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The boy sunk further into their spooning; Toothless, who was behind him, was kissing down the outside of his ear. Hiccup tried to conceal the giggle that was threatening to escape his throat when he felt his dragon start to nip at his sensitive earlobe. He could almost feel his partner smirk against his flesh.
A soft, content sigh escaped Hiccups' lips. He closed his eyes feeling that his sleep was at reach.
Until, "Okay, so the safe word is 'rabble' "
Hiccup's fear-filled eyes snapped open before his mate flipped him onto his stomach. Hiccup tried to ask what the other was planning, but he had his answer when the hands on h
HTTYD- How to Wake Up HiccupToothless' How to Wake Up HiccupHTTYD- How to Wake Up Hiccup5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Berk; a place where it snowed nine months of the year and hailed the other three, a place where nothing edible grew and where the people were nearly as unpleasant as the weather, a place where dragons used to be a most unwanted and dangerous pest. A place that saw the birth of a hero, the birth of a legend: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III; the first Viking to refuse killing a dragon and the first to train one as well.
Yes, ever since the epic battle between the Green Death, Hiccup and his ever-loyal Night Fury, Toothless, Hiccup received quite a royal treatment. After all one doesn't kill the Green Death, manage to tame a Night Fury, and lives to tell the tale only ending up with just a few scratches and a missing limb. No, Hiccup made a name among his peers and honored his father; he had tasted the sweet flavor of glory. But this tale has been already told, and as Hiccup likes to say, let the past stay in the past. He now occupied himself in teachi
Assassin's Creed: Muffins"Shaun?"Assassin's Creed: Muffins5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yeah?" The historian didn't look up from his laptop, his eyes narrowed in concentration.
"Seen the girls anywhere?"
Shaun stretched his legs out along the couch, his hands steadying the laptop that rested on his thighs. He blinked up at Desmond, who was holding a white box.
"Want a muffin?" Desmond asked, lifting one out. Shaun smothered a laugh.
"You mean a bun." He corrected the novice assassin, who raised an eyebrow.
"A bun? Is that English slang again?" Desmond asked. Shaun shook his head, chuckling.
"You know, I never fully understood why you Americans have muffins, cupcakes, but not buns. Aren't they all pretty much the same bleeding thing?"
Desmond scowled. "No, they...uhm...well, what the hell is a bun?"
"A mini cake." Shaun replied, matter-of-factly. He opened his mouth. Desmond raised an eyebrow, and, after a moment, shoved the muffin into the Brit's open mouth.
Shaun sat upright, pulling the muffin from his mouth. "It's hot!" He gasped, his mouth burning.
untitled, chapter 1Year 1766, location unknownuntitled, chapter 11 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Somewhere in a land far away is a little peaceful village. But it wasn’t like the average village like we know of today or in that era. No, all the inhabitants aren’t humane and the houses are very big. This was just a peaceful dragon village. But on a certain day the peace in one of the houses was disturbed. A female dragon was giving birth. But it wasn’t like an average birth. No, she gave birth to three dragon eggs. Normally a dragon would lay one to two eggs. When a dragon lays three eggs the third egg would ,in most cases, die. That is because the third eggs are always weaker. It never happened before that a third egg hatched. So they couldn’t predict what would happen one year from now. And they also didn’t know that it would mean that an era of disaster and destruction would start. Except for the elder dragons. They foresaw the tragedy and wanted to prevent the catastrophe. But they would end up in a failure. It was
Memento Mori (A Twilight One-Shot)Memento Mori (A Twilight One-Shot)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Millicent flinched in her seat when Parson Cullen slammed his Bible on the pulpit. "In the First Book of the Saint John, we find that 'If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness!' This is the blessing of God, given to man! Do not take this gift in ill-gratitude, sons and daughters of the Lord God..."
Parson Cullen's sermons had grown louder and louder since the death of his son. Millicent Timmins born-again, faithful churchgoer became more concerned for him with each passing year.
After the service, the silent congregation shuffled out of the church into the dark winter night. The sky was clear stars and galaxies twinkled brightly in the evening sky. Millicent shivered as she exited the warm place of worship, pulling her wool cloak closer to her slim body.
She knew her father would be angry that she returned home unescorted once again, but she still wasn't keen on any of the suitors that he par
Ouran Host Clubwwffy ch1This story is about You! Yes- You, in Ouran trying to get by! Love will be around the corner and jealousy is rising up! Who would YOU fall for? In OURAN HIGH-SCHOOL HOST CLUB~!<3Ouran Host Clubwwffy ch13 years ago in Settings More Like This
You rolled out of bed onto the floor.
"_____ today is the day you're going to Ouran High School Academy. Shall we ready you for your travel?" two identical voices asked promptly.
You blinked twice staring up at the faces before you, eyes still half closed with sleep.
"Wh-Whaa..." you yawned staring up at the unfamiliarity of them both before immediately scooting back.
"Who the hell are you?!" you frowned pointing to the perpetrators. Excuse your "French" but there were freaking strangers in your house!
The two twin maids smiled stepping closer with a dark shadow over their faces.
"Wait- don't touch me! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
And it was all a black blur from there.
"Nnnh... wh-what?" you blinked your eyes feeling your body move with the vehicle.
"Wait- crap I got kidnapped." you sat up clutching your
What is art?What is art?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Describe what you call art'
To me art is something from the heart.
It's an embodiment of a vision,
It's a display of ambition.
An artist's work is never done,
Cause to the artist the work is only part of the fun.
An artist tries to show his emotions,
While sometimes hiding his true motions.
They say the eyes are the gate to the soul,
That's why an artist will never look foul.
They guide people through a world only they see,
A world filled with mountains, miracles, oceans and land seas.
So whenever somebody asks me: 'What is art?'
I do not only answer: "Something straight from the heart,
It's everything we know and that which we don't know.
It's hidden by the illusion of reality only certain people can see through."
Bad cop, Worse cop-Listen if you follow my tactical plan everything should be fine! alright first what we're gonna do is...Bad cop, Worse cop5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As Ozone's words came out of his lips, an explosion emerge right between his eyes. As the door cracks into little pieces, Greed pulls out his shotgun shooting every tangos, no one is left alive.
-Sector clear! now let's find the target...
Ozone stands up and watches the bloody mess his partner just did.
-you know what? it could've been executed better! if someone would have sticked to my plan!
-Oh shut up! i never had a partner and i still don't need one! i even wonder what were they thinking when they did this choice!
As his new teamate kept looking for anyone alive, Ozone pouted ''yes i wonder too, give me a psycho spetsnaz wannabe fusion with a sylvester stallone impression.'' But he had to admit that this guy wa sstill useful even if he a total berserk. Greed took his unwanted partner's shoulder and bashed it to the wall.
-watch out the target is behind t
The "Rage" of a DaiIt had been a long day at the bureau for Malik Al-Sayf. Two novices had crashed through the roof in a desperate attempt to escape local guards. It was successful, but the roof was damaged thanks to it. As he yelled and cursed at the novices in his rage, he accidently knocked over his ink well and ruined the map he had been correcting. To make it worse he had recieved a letter from the Rafiq of Acre that Altair was on his way to Jeruselum and was in a foul mood after an assassination had went wrong and a young girl no older then six had gotten caught in the cross-fire as the templar he had been sent to kill shamelessly decapited her... While she was in her father arms.The "Rage" of a Dai5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Malik hung his head in a combination of anger and fear. He had recieved the note two days ago and he knew Altair would be arriving by nightfall. He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned before rising from his spot behind his desk and walked slowly into the resting area. He leaned against the wall for a brief moment b
When I Shall DieWhen I shall dieWhen I Shall Die10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask not for a coffin
To display my mortal body
To the Earth beneath.
I ask not for a funeral
A celebration of my life and memory
Though both would be soon forgotten
I ask not for roses nor lilies
To slowly rot away in coherence with me.
When I shall die
I merely ask for a stone
With my name etched onto its soul
And of this stone I beg,
To remember me
Remember I was here , that I existed,
For all eternity.
Thank YouI am thankful forThank You4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How a professional footballer
Is still a professional footballer
Even though he went to prison for rape.
I am thankful for
The number of kids I know
Who cut themselves
Because life is too much.
I am thankful for
The unarmed, retreating black kid
Shot in the back by
An unpunished police officer.
I am thankful for
The number of people
Who are starving to death
In the land of plenty.
I am thankful for
The Westboro Baptist Church
And every other person who uses religion as an excuse for hatred.
I am thankful for
All the gay people
Who have been beaten
Just for daring to love.
I am thankful for
All the transgender people
Who have been beaten
Just for daring to be themselves.
I am thankful for
Who put an insentient fistful of cells
Before a living, breathing human and disregard their autonomy.
I am thankful for
The teenage girls
Starving themselves to death
To look like an impossible model.
I am thankful for
All the little girls
The Siren's Call.The Siren's Call.The Siren's Call.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bright pink lips,
a bikini top.
She gestures wildly,
beckoning every person
to have a dance with her.
Another drink goes down
and I'm pulled into her dance
where hips thrust wildly
and hands roam everywhere.
Yet when lips meet,
it's hollow and broken
sloppy and careless
no spark or real feelings.
I don't walk away
or even pull apart.
Our limbs mesh together more
and even though it's full of sweat
and nothing more than heat
I cannot bring myself to turn away.
This Siren has captured me,
and for the rest of the night
1847 -Part 1She sat on the church pew, her head resting on her hands. Her dark hair was loose and matted, the dress she wore stained. Voices muttered around her, though there were very few people in the church.1847 -Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Miss Catherine?" A low voice called out, echoing throughout the building. The girl lifted her head slowly, as if the effort was nearly too much. Her hazel eyes looked for the source that had spoken her name, finally locking on a young man.
"Hello, William," she addressed him as she recognized the tall man. Feeling a tear escape her eye, she quickly wiped it away.
"Is anything wrong, if you don't mind me asking?" He questioned, sliding into the wooden pew beside her.
"My mother died today," she replied, her tired gaze switching from William towards the front of the church. "Fever finally took her."
William nodded slowly. "She'll be in a better place than this," he said in an attempt to comfort her.
"I want her here, William," she muttered, turning to face him.
CluesCluesClues8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had always thought it strange that Rei had kept Sailor Venus' identity from us. It was also suspicious how much they saw of each other even when after every meeting they had, Rei would be huffing about something Minako said or did whether it was her stance on the duty we had from our past life or something Minako did to show her up or embarrass her. I'll admit that I probably had a little fan crush on the famous Aino Minako, so maybe there was a little jealousy involved with how much I was keeping tabs on them. In fact the possibility of earning Minako's approval or impressing her probably had just a tiny tiny part in my risking myself for the past life and being so passionate about it. I was really happy that she was so concerned about me after that reckless battle with Jaedite's youma too. I really did believe in the mission though and told her as much, I thought she would approve of my view, now someone finally agreed with her.
Instead what happens
I can't sleepWell do you remember that summer nightI can't sleep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the air was heavy and the stars
they sang and they danced above us
Remember silently reaching for my hand
so soft and weightless
But we didn't utter a word
because you wouldn't speak
and I couldn't speak
Because there wasn't a thing to be said
And we wandered down the path
that I knew like the back of my hand
And now it's winter and that path
that I wander
it's not the same
Though my hand
still soft and weightless
and the air heavy
and the silence so perceivable
Now in the winter the stars
they don't sing, they don't dance
Rather they tremble
they gossip, they whisper
they're always saying, spelling your name
And there's so much to be said
but the words will never escape
They are suffocated behind chattering teeth
I can not speak
Dou Ninja: Legends Chapter 1Duo Ninja: LegendsDou Ninja: Legends Chapter 18 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By Jennifer Riddle
It was a rather nice day. The sun was bright, the gentle blue sky speckled with soft fluffy clouds, and birds chirped pleasantly near by. There was even a fresh scent of new green growing things mingled with the faint dampness from the rains the night before.
Definitely a nice day," Nicholas mused out loud to himself.
The slender red head was leaning against a maple tree in the park, watching cars zoom by on a near by street. It was early enough though that not many people were out and about yet in the city. The only thing marring the morning tranquility was a string of grumbled curses floating down from the branches above him.
"How are you doing up there?" Nicholas gently teased, not bothering to look up.
"I think your enjoying this to much!" Came the curt reply.
Nicholas just chuckled softly as his diminutive partner dropped nimbly down out of the branches over head, fixing a yellow-eyed glare on him. With a cough and clearing of his
Why I hateWhy I hateWhy I hate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
By :: Brittani Lang
There is much I wish to say and too few words in which to annotate;
I will try to explain as best I can - though I fear I'll still be unclear - all the reasons why I hate who I am.
I can never quite say all I wish to say when it most matters. And even though it hurts me quite severely, I still can't get those angry words out. They remain locked away, held fast by a voice that can't give them shape.
I can't ever stand on my own two feet. I must constantly rely on crutches and on those who come near me.
I'm cowardly in all the worst ways. I hesitate on everything and become vague and unclear. I shuffle about always uncertain of what I must do.
I fear. It is one of the things I hate most about me. I fear. I fear what the future may hold, I fear change and what it might mean, I fear the words and the thoughts of others, I fear failing. I fear trying anything new for fear of failing. I fear the words I might hear from those that surround me. The possible jeers
Whats the Attraction?What is the Attraction?Whats the Attraction?5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
By : Brittani Lang
Why do you insist on drinking and driving; destroying and killing?
Whats the attraction with freely taking lives?
What is the deal with slowly killing yourself?
What is the attraction I've failed to notice? What is the draw that makes you do it?
Tell me please because I don't understand it.
What is so attractive about hurting and abusing yourself and others?
Taking lives, breaking hearts, destroying families, and erasing futures?
Please let me know, I really do not see whats so fun. I don't see whats so cool!
All I see are fools and idiots. I also see the destruction of someones life. Yours maybe. Or someone else.
What is the attraction with a one night buzz, when your entire life could go right down the drain?
Why bend under the pressure?
To be cool?
Whats so cool with being dead? Or in prison for murder?
What is the attraction I've failed to see?
Having a one night stand? Finding out you're a parent at the age of 15?
Whats so damn cool about
Sticks and StonesSticks and StonesSticks and Stones5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
By : Brittani Lang
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."
We've all heard the rhyme. All repeated these words after our teachers and may have recited them once or twice in life.
Whoever said these words first, was lying through their pretty white teeth.
Give me the sticks, stones and broken bones. These wounds will always heal given time and may not even leave a scar behind.
Words are the true danger here in this life.
It is the words that cause the most pain. The most suffering.
Words that cut you to the core and scar your heart and soul.
It is the words that damage you where no medicine will reach, where no treatments can heal.
Words that haunt us, lingering in our minds, cutting us again and again every time we recall.
Whoever first uttered this witty little phrase was a liar.
Words will always hurt us in a way that sticks, stones and broken bones will never be able to.
So, again, give me the sticks the stones and the broken bones. I'l
Tearful StarsTearful StarsTearful Stars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
By : Brittani Lang
These tears I have cried and the sorrow I felt were like no other;
I cried these tears as the moon was rising- my tears turned not to drips upon the ground but to stars that light the sky, stars that people wish upon and remove their sorrows on- sorrowful stars. The brighter the glow the more it grows to hold the pain of each person soul, to help the world in which we live my tears of sorrow turned to stars--
My tearful stars.