Dragon Age Daily Meme: 30-Day Hawke Challenge30-Day Hawke ChallengeDragon Age Daily Meme: 30-Day Hawke Challenge2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Day 1: The Basics
Why are they named that? (Your reason and their parents' reason)
Birthday (Click for link to the Dragon Age calendar.)
What would their astrological sign be, thinking of the months of the Thedas calendar as rough equivalent of our calendar. Does their personality fit that sign? (Click for a link to more info on astrological signs and personality traits associated with them.)
Picture? (Screenshot or artwork, if available.)
Bonus Question: Were you at all disappointed that your Hawke could only be human and that there was no option to make a dwarf or elf PC for the game?
Day 2: Appearance
Eye Color? Hair Color & Style?
The Conagher ConundrumThe Conagher Conundrum2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Conagher Conundrum
story by TheFinalEx
original concept and art by Colored-Socks
Chapter 1: The Incident
Grand-dad always said I'd see him again some day, but I had always though that day'd be when I kicked the bucket but he aparently had other ideas. He somehow knew it'd be another way some day.
Not that it surprised me; seeing as how he's the smartest man I've ever known.
It all started when we's fighting those mindless robot's that feller Grey Mann had thrown at us like they was nothing to him. Wave after wave of robots came at us like ants versus anteaters. Not that we had any trouble with em' but they just got agervatin' after so long. My sentries took care of em like the where made of paper, and all I had to do was stand behind it and give the ol' thing more bullets and rockets to shoot out.
We was nearing the last wave for the day before Grey had to get him some more built to throw at us the next day, but some little varmit scout-bot somehow got behind my sentry and destroye
Life With the BLU Team C1I sat on my computer, bored out of my mind, refreshing Tumblr for the umpteenth time, just hoping I'd find something to occupy my brain... anything besides them.Life With the BLU Team C11 year ago in Romance More Like This
They'd been practically invading my thoughts lately- oh, you want to write a story? Why not add some sexy mercenaries? And while you're at it, an orgy sounds great right about now... No, no, no! Stop it! You'd love to just scream at yourself for how fucking stupid and perverted you are. I slam my laptop shut in frustration and throw it across the bed, crushing an unsuspecting bag of Doritos as it lands. I slam my head back on my pillow and throw the covers over my head and I'm ready to call it a night.
That's when someone knocked at my door.
I rolled my eyes, then remembered that no one was home- or at least, no one was supposed to be home. I got up quietly and grabbed the knife I kept in my drawer for any kind of break-in or emergency, hid it in my sleeve like a Spy with his Sharp Dresser, and slowly opene
God Emperor of Mankind -Hypothetical profileGod Emperor of Mankind -Hypothetical profile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Greetings all! A couple of the people in my group wanted me to make a profile for the Pre-internment Emperor of Mankind so, after much labor, I constructed this huge profile that you now see. Hopefully it makes up the lateness in my almost done story (the midterms also delayed it).
Questions at the end.
Name: God Emperor of Mankind, original name unknown
Age: 38,000 years old (in current form)- merged shaman predecessors number several million years countless times over
Height: 11-12 ft
Weight: 800 lbs
Grade: 9.5- Demigod
Although his true name and origins are shrouded in mystery, the being known as the Immortal God Emperor of Mankind is generally agreed to have been born in the 8th millennium BCE in Turkey. Although his birth was natural, he is generally described as having parents and siblings, his powers were a result of a collective of human shaman pyskers committing mass suicide to reincarnate into a single human being. At this time the Warp, an immaterial o
Blank EyesThey were experimenting on him?! No!Blank Eyes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was NOT part of the deal he made!
The two guards strap him to the table as the straps push the skin on his arms back.
"Let me go, you animals!" He screams. "This isn't war, it's subjugation!"
"TEST SUBJECT READY FOR INJECTION OF OBEDIENCE PROTOCOL CHEMICAL-A. PROCEED WHEN READY."
"Damn it all!" He screams.
"You should have just went along with what we had planned." A female voice from a hidden speaker booms. "It wasn't like your friend couldn't have been replaced. You know full well how cheap death is in this zone. It was ONE kill. ONE kill. You two could have always made up afterward....Or do what we told you and kill each other like you're being paid to. No, you HAD to be a Good Samaritan. Sorry. Doesn't work that way."
"When I get outta here, I'm gonna shove my boot so far up your ass it'll break a Guinness Record!"
"Talk is cheap when YOU are the one tied up." The woman says. "Don't worry, though. When we're done....You won't be talking bac
Engineer x soldier: FLUFFEngineer x soldier: FLUFF3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was weekend. Nothing to do, just a day off work. Time to relax.
Dell always came over to soldiers apartment during the weekend.
They both sat on the sofa just completely relaxed. Watching TV.
Soldier took a little glance at his man cuddling next to him.
He notice his happy expression, and his beautiful body.
Soldier picked up Dell a little, bring his face to his.
Dell: Sumthin' wrong Solly?
Soldier: No, not really.
Soldier took his hands and gently put them on Dells face. Dell closed his eyes.
Waiting for Soldiers hands to move. Solly just touching his man all over. feeling his cheeks and how smooth they were today... and the lips so soft. Dell slowly breathing, taking in the soft and slow movement from his lovers hands. Dell would move towards
which hand ever did more than the other. Soldier admired how he was acting like a cat.
Dell rubbing his face up against them. Soldier switched to his finger tips and slowly
A Helmet SituationI had entered the base, my wrench wresting on my shoulders, with a relatively easy going smile on my face. Today had been a toughy, with the RED spy thinkin I wasnt on guard. The crazy lunatic actually thought that if he dropped from the ceiling and attacked me, that I wouldnt notice. Boy was he wrong. I chuckle to myself, shaking my head and letting my helmet fall over my goggle-covered eyes.A Helmet Situation5 years ago in General More Like This
GOD DAMMIT! The sudden burst of Soldiers demanding voice boomed from down the halls that held our rooms. There was 8 all together, except for Sniper who preferred his nest. I wouldnt blame the guy, I wouldnt want to share a room with any of us too. With my interests peeked, I walk down the hall and go to the door that was opened. I stood at the door way and I saw Soldier trifling through his room, searching frantically for something. What surprised me, other than the fact that he practically, in his frantic search, turned his room into a war zone, w
The Scout and the crab chp. 25The Scout and the crab chp. 253 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 25 - Bed Bugs
It began snowing again. Eventually forming into a snowstorm that kept both sides cooped inside till it cleared up. The Scout took the opportunity to begin his research through the book of paranormal studies. He locked himself in his room and sat on his bed, silently reading through the book, cover to cover. The Spycrab could only watch, feeling a bit helpless due to his form. Desperately, he wished he could help the Scout in some way - or that he at least knew something that would help lift his own curse. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon, but at least he kept the new BLU Spy away from the RED Scout. That was really the only bright side he could find.
The next few days were clear weather, allowing the teams to battle again. Leaving the Spycrab to only watch the fight from the window. At the end of the day, the Scout would return, shower quickly, then resume reading the book - Almost like clockwork.
The Scout eventually finished the book, only
Spy and Hunt :Preview:Spy and HuntSpy and Hunt :Preview:1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It’s all part of the game… right?
Spy ran, a hand on his cloaking device, prepared for the countdown to start. He was given fifteen seconds to run and hide. Somehow, this all was making his adrenaline rush and it almost made this whole thing horrifying to him.
2Fort wasn’t a very big place once you really ran through it enough to know it. Almost all the hiding spots were convenient in this location, but he’d have to survive for 15 minutes before game was called over. He had his doubts of survival, but he looked to his colleagues and presented himself with a smirk upon his face. Showing them no worried and doubts, but in his mind, it was the exact opposite.
A game of only two players. That’s how this goes, consisting of only a Spy and one other player from the opposing team, so I could be anyone from the RED team. Thoughts about the opposing team, of who they chose, it just wrecked his mind thinking of such a thought. The rules w
Better Of Two EvilsBetter Of Two Evils3 years ago in Drama More Like This
No answer, of course not. Mike kept silence as always. It was kinda funny, that the boy who usually barley shut his mouth remained silent like this all the sudden. Yet, to be honest, Sydney wished he would at least answer in this very moment. But he didn't.
Sydney filled two glasses with water and placed one right in front of the tight-lipped runner before he sat down beside him on the couch. They could have looked like two friends, who were just chilling in the communal room of the base....beside the hand- and foot-cuffs which kept Mike from running away and/or killing someone.
They were alone; well, at least it seemed so, because Sydney knew Jean was nearby, but he didn't want the Tentaspy being part of his weekly conversation with Mike. He wanted to talk to the Scout privately - with Jean around he would probably never open his mouth. Not that he ever opened it when Sydney for a change wanted him to.
"How is Gabe?"
Mike looked away, releasing an irritated grumble. It w
Buried Alive v2 If you've ever played Pokemon Red, Blue, Fire Red, Leaf Green, or even Green version you would know about Lavender Town. The small lavender colored town that held as the burial sight for Pokemon. It was 1995 that Red and Green came out in Japan when the legend of Lavender Town first started. The eerie music had a high pitch to it that mostly only children could hear.Buried Alive v23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The music's pitch caused them to act strangely and even kill each other. Although it was never really proven that the legend was real, many people believe it. There was another legend that is sort of known. People have their theories about the little girl that wonders Lavender Town.
If you speak to her she will ask if you believe in ghosts. If you say yes then she will say that there are some believers. Although if you hit no then she will say:
"I see, then I guess that white hand on your shoulder is just my imagination".
The Prank-Soldier X ReaderThe PrankThe Prank-Soldier X Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soldier X Reader
It was a normal day at the Fort, which was alright on their free days. Instead of having to go steal Intel or die off in some dramatic fight, each team member set off to relax and spend some time to themselves.
One such person was Soldier. He woke bright and early, but with less urgency like usual, using some time to straighten his room and throw on his ‘casual’ uniform. The nice thing to him, being a guy and all, was that he didn’t need to use a mirror, knowing all the while as he threw his hat on without a glance that he looked as spiffy as he did every day since he joined the team. If only he had looked….
“Yo _____! I got the eggs ready.” Scout shouted, flipping an egg over his shoulder as you caught it on a plate with ease. As the new rookie for the team, a Specialist for different things, your duty was to make sure the breakfast production line went smoothly every morning. It was fun, working your
ArchimedesSavesTheDay-a TF2 Medic Miss Pauling ficIt had been a very long, tiring, and frustrating day. The RED Medic's long white coat and trademark red rubber gloves had long since been removed and deposited in the biohazard hamper for cleaning later, and his red tie hung loose and slightly askew.ArchimedesSavesTheDay-a TF2 Medic Miss Pauling fic3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Having finally restored the Medbay to order and completing his report to be turned in to the Administrator, Stecker absently pushed the small lensed, wire frame glasses back up to the bridge of his nose and asked of his companion perched primly on the chair behind the German's desk, "Vell zen... vat do you say, Archimedes?"
The white dove cocked its head as if actually waiting to hear what he had to say. "Vich do you zink is vat ze Doktor needs, hm? "Beethoven? Mozart? Sarasate? Bach?" The bird ruffled its feathers and cooed with seeming enthusiasm at the last composer's name. Chuckling softly, the Medic went over to the narrow closet in the corner and retrieved his violin case, "Ah zo, Bach's Partita in E Major it is zen."
Painis Cupcake: NightmareMid-day; in the weary mills of 2fort. You cross the wooden bridge over the blocked off river from the metal, modern mill to the wooden, old fashioned mill. You make your way into the connecting hallways while treading on the soft dirt and clumps of hay. You turn right towards the small courtyard where two stairways lead to the wooden catwalk. However, lying before you are the dead comrades of the red team, hacked away bone by bone.Painis Cupcake: Nightmare4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sentries and dispensers lay before you, smashed into the dirt with clumps of metal littering the ground. Laying back first against the catwalk wall is a red Demoman with a mauled head lying limp of the base of its spine. A Spy lies next to the Demoman with part of its torso hacked off clean. You wonder what could have done this.
Then suddenly you hear clicks like a shotgun cocking coming from the upper room by the catwalk. You walk up the nearest stairway towards the noise. As you enter the room, the noises become closer then before. Then the noises start dy
Helmet Love - SoldierXEngieEngineer was a thinker. He would sometimes stare into space, thinking about what he would do if he wasn't fighting in the "REDs vs BLUs" war. Maybe he would just fix radios? Maybe he would be fixing cars, or building machinery for everyday use? He couldn't decide on what he would want to do.Helmet Love - SoldierXEngie5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He thought to himself a little more, and he didn't notice when Soldier stepped menacingly in front of him and eyed him. When Engineer didn't look up at him or respond, Soldier crossed his arms and cleared his throat. Engineer snapped out of his daydream and looked up at Soldier.
"Oh, sorry Soldier." Engineer apologized, unrolling some blueprints. "I was having a little daydream."
Soldier raised an eyebrow. "Well, save the daydreaming for later and get back to the building!" He demanded. "Or I'll save the BLUs the trouble of giving you the beat-down and I'll do it instead!"
Engineer gave a little salute. "Roger that!" He looked at his blueprints and started putting metal together to build a Sentry.
The Red String of FateThe Red String of Fate3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have always believed
that the universe
will show me the way
to true happiness
and sweet serenity.
I noticed the red string
tied around my pinkie
for as long as I can remember.
I wasn't curious about it at first,
not for a long time.
The red string
was tied around
my parents pinkies
and the end was tied around
As I grew older,
what the red string represents.
I start following the string
to find the very end of it.
I got tangled halfway through.
I would give up and end up
with some loony I thought
was at the end of my string.
So naive I was.
I untangled my string and saw
that they weren't tied
at the end of my red string.
So I went searching again.
I got lost again.
I would go over and around
everyone's red string.
I don't know how I didn't see
that your red string ended
around my pinkie.
Maybe because it wasn't noticeable.
We were still tangled
around other's strings.
We had to follow our path
just to meet again.
After many untanglings
we eventually found our
Who Sees Me?Perhaps I'm seen.Who Sees Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It all depends,
On what you've thought.
For truth is perception,
Fogged in gray.
For so many deceptions,
So easily hold sway.
So was I seen?
Or was it a lie?
As I slowly cry.
For deception is easy,
The trust yet unseen.
With a clear percept
The Belly of a WhaleThe belly of a whale is cleaner than you'd think. It's the seashore on a wet day: a red beach with red clouds and red sand. And the voice of the whale is the voice of God.The Belly of a Whale2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
God sings, "You were delicious."
"Spit me out." I'm on my knees, though my god cannot see inside itself to find my supplication satisfying. "I'm a wicked man. You don't want to devour wickedness, oh Lord. You'll be disgusted when you know you've devoured such a polluted thing."
"I will not," sings God.
"I've murdered a man."
"So have I."
"I've murdered a woman, too."
"So have I."
"She was pregnant."
God laughs. "The ship I sank held hundreds."
This calls for humility. I prostrate myself in the direction of God's mouth. "Oh Lord," I cry. "I can't compete with you. Truly you are a great tyrant, fearful and merciless. Had I only been given your bulk, oh Lord, I might have devoured whole ships as you have done."
God lurches. God rolls. God grumbles and coughs and hurls. I fly from his mouth in one heaving mess of kelp an
Rules for Morrowind Players1- Thou shalt feel actual guilt at killing innocent characters. Yes, they were part of a later quest.Rules for Morrowind Players8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2- Thou shalt not walk around in a town with weapons drawn. Even Balmora.
3- Thou shalt eventually kill one of these: Fargoth, Crassius Curio and/or M'Aiq the Liar.
4- Divayth Fyr is cool.
5- Thou shalt not do Moon Sugar.
6- Thou shalt not be racist towards a specific race, with the exception of the dirty Cliff Racers.
7- Swords are not only better, but cooler too. Axes are bulky. Staves make you look gay, even if you're a mage. Grab a sword, weenie.
8- Scamps are NOT overgrown cats; they are gremlins.
9- Before trying something, ask yourself if you have enough health. If the answer is yes, check the actual amount of health you have and think again. This will save your life someday.
10- "coc Balmora" will get you out of any hole.
11- Thou shalt cheat at least once during your first week. If you discover how, that is.
12- Thou shalt become addicted to cheating.
13- Thou shalt never play
Please Dont leaveI don't want ItPlease Dont leave8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To ever go
This felling of love
Makes me whole
Please don't leave
Or I may go
Please don't leave
For I never wanna be alone
Please don't leave
I need you mor
Please don't leave
I love you so
Sick dayThe Medic walked through the doorway of the dinning hall carrying plates piled high with steamed vegetables and smoked ham, the team looked at him with wide hungry eyes, after a long day of hot, dirty war which ultimately resulted in a victory, they were all looking forward to there much earned meal. The Medic served the rest of his team before settling himself down between the Heavy and the Scout.Sick day1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everyone tucked in gratefully, all chatter had quietened and the room was filled with appreciative murmurs as they savoured the food. The Medic looked around happily, pleased that everyone was enjoying his cooking. But then he frowned, one seat was empty.
“Vhere is Herr Sniper?” he asked the other seven men, breaking the silence. The team paused and looked at one another, the room was filled was a pregnant stillness. The Medic was beginning to get annoyed that it was taking so long to answer a simple question.
“Humphf hmf humph huur uurmph” The Pyro announced suddenly
Sniper's Furry Curse 1 "So ye think that me mother's a fake, boyo?"Sniper's Furry Curse 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sniper rolled his eyes as he sipped his coffee. Demoman sat across from him and was glaring at him as well as he could with his one eye. He was gripping some old pagan looking book in his hands and rage radiated from his very soul.
"I didn't say that, mate," he said. "I just said that it's all a bit of shonky business, is all. Really, magic? How old are you again?"
Demoman leapt up and kicked his chair aside in anger.
"I'll have ye know tha' me mother is th' best at her art. Th' very same art runs through me veins, an' I'm no' afraid ta be using it on ye!" Demoman waved the book in a threatening manner, but Sniper just yawned.
"Sure thing, mate. Do ya need ta go get your wand too?" He stifled a chuckle and took another sip of coffee. He should have been paying attention to Demoman.
If he had he would have seen Demoman raise that chair at him.
Sniper woke up with a throbbing headache