Becoming the OutlawBecoming the Outlaw3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
4 years prior
'...and so it is with heavy heart that I must resign.'
Her boots slipped on, hair burned brightly in the growing sunlight, a cool breeze wafted from the balcony.
It was beautiful, this hotel in which they'd decided to create one last memory. Of course, the black haired beauty lying buried in those sweat soaked sheets didn't know it.
It was better this way, she kept telling herself. If anyone could understand leading a new life, it would be him.
'I ask you not to search for me. And let me rephrase this for you, my love, Do Not Search For Me (for I know how stubborn you can be).'
Yes, she knew him better than anyone. Better than he knew himself. Which is why she understood why his birdarang was now plunged deeply with the note onto the wall beside her.
"Not quite the way I expected you to wake up; then again, you are the Boy Wonder."
Kory turned around, hair heavily aflame, hand cocked on her hip to watch Dick Grayson rise from the bed with an impassiv
Impressions- IceXNorth- Ch 1Jean-Paul Beaubier had never felt so alone in his life.Impressions- IceXNorth- Ch 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His beloved sister, Jeanne-Marie, had been checked into an institution for Dissociative Identity Disorder because Jean-Paul could no longer take care of her on his own, the love of his life had left him for said sister and then died, his two best friends were getting married and were too busy to save time for him, and his superhero team, Alpha Flight, had disbanded. When Charles Xavier asked him to join the X-Men, he accepted in fear that his loneliness would drive him over the edge of sanity.
Though he would never admit it to anyone, he was nervous. He was moving from his quiet life in Canada to a bustling life in New York. Alpha Flight's crime-fighting was miniature compared to the work the X-Men did. And Alpha Flight all lived in their own homes. Jean-Paul was asked to move into Xavier's mansion, and live with a house full of people he had- at best- met in passing. It was a lot to deal with, especially with such a newly
No Easy Way to Say...***Warning Bluepulse and slight boy x boy do not comment or read if you are not a fan***No Easy Way to Say...3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The soft snip of scissors echoed through Bart’s ears as he stared at the pile of pink and purple paper hearts sitting before him. Jamie sat across from him humming quietly as he cut the hearts and placed them in neat piles in front of him. Bart tapped his feet anxiously as the heavenly aroma of sugar cookies made it’s way up his nose.
Jaime finished the last heart and looked over to Bart. “What ese?” He asked raising an eyebrow to the younger boy.
“Why are we doing this again?” Bart asked scratching his head and turning to look over his head for the hundredth time hoping that the oven would go off soon.
Jaime set down the scissors and folded his arms onto the table and stared at Bart, “Its for Valentines Day. Are you really telling me you have no idea what that is?”
Bart nodded and again looked back into the kitchen the smell clearly getting to him. &
Percy Jackson and the Legend of KorraHey guys! Well, it's been forever since I submitted anything, so I figured I would take you guys up on my last offer. This is a fan-fiction; the characters used therein are NOT MINE!!! Please bear this in mind. This is more of a thank you to the creators of these respective works of fiction. (Not really, but somewhat.) Any who, before I get so far gone no one can understand what I'm typing I present to you a crossover fan-fiction of Percy Jackson and The Legend of Korra. For timeline… I'd say that the Avatarverse (the official term for the Avatar Universe) is just after Amon has been defeated, right when Korra thinks she has fulfilled her end of the deal as the world-saving Avatar. For Percy and his companion(s) (the reason for the parentheses around the 's' is because I still have no idea who will be with him, another factor you should know about: This was made up on the go.) they have just defeated Kronos the Titan, and are taking a nice relaxing demigod break. (Basically, they're bePercy Jackson and the Legend of Korra3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Family Matters - A Linchpin InterludeFamily Matters - A Linchpin Interlude3 years ago in Drama More Like This
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been sitting on this one for a while. I didn't know if I liked it when I first wrote it and then I kind of forgot about it. However, my new poll has reminded me that many of you want to see more in the Linchpin verse, so I dug this out and cleaned it up a bit. It's nothing but pure fluff – which is why I think I'm so iffy about it. There is no Robin Torture at all in it! Seriously!
DISCLAIMER: I've said it many times, but I'll say it again because I don't want to be sued: They're not mine! (Please don't sue me!)
FAMILY MATTERS (A Linchpin Interlude)
April 09, 09:15 EDT
The rain was falling lightly, tapping the large skylight with a pitter-patter that was accompanied by the heavy base of Foster the People. Jason tucked in the end of the towel he had wrapped around his waist and wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror. Runn
Sometimes You Don't Have to Change the WorldAres is not what I imagined her to be. The great man of myth, muscular and imposing, shining in his armour, with crested helmet and mighty spear, does not stand before me. Instead I face a young woman, hardly more than a girl. She is soft and delicate, with eyes so large they will soak up the world, and skin like spun glass, that glitters in the darkness. A warm glow radiates from within her, not quite visible, but strong enough for me to feel the heat on my face.Sometimes You Don't Have to Change the World11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound of traffic wafts up to us from the street far below. Heavy clouds block out the night sky, reflecting back the poisonous orange of streetlamps and office blocks. The rooftop is high above it all, and we are invisible. That’s why I chose it, to be alone. The last thing I expected was a visitor, proclaiming to be a god.
“Ares?” I scoff, looking her over with something I imagine to be petulance. If not for the fact that she was so decidedly un-human, and that she had materialised on the rooftop with n
The Needs of OthersThe four boys sat in Jaime's living room as the credits of an action movie rolled across the screen of the television. Tim and Garfield stood up to stretch as Jaime grabbed another chip. Soft snoring came from the speedster lying next to him.The Needs of Others3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Jaime, we're gonna head out. Gar's staying at my place and Batman's gonna kill me if I'm late again." Tim mentioned as the duo headed towards the door. "We're heading the same way as Central city if you wanna wake Bart up."
"Nah, he's spending the night so it's fine." Jaime explained as the other two nodded and left. Jaime hopped off the couch and turned the t.v. off, figuring Bart was out for the rest of the night. He looked back at the sleeping figure on the couch.
'Better take him to my room.' Jaime thought as he lowered himself to the ground. Jaime picked Bart up, astonished at how light he was. He knew Bart was slim, but he hadn't expected the speedster to be that small. 'How much does he even weigh?'
"The boy weighs 82.4 pounds. BMI is 14.5
B10 AF-CELESTIC DOMINATION- 1ONE:B10 AF-CELESTIC DOMINATION- 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ben! He's coming up behind you! Look out!" exclaimed a fifteen year old girl whose bright, fiery red hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail.
A towering compost alien with a flame patterned head and green eyes with side-ways , slit pupils heeded her warning and quickly jumped out of the way just a split second before a heavy, stone lance crashed into the ground he once stood on.
"Thanks, Gwen!" the alien gave her a thumbs up.
He then looked up at the monstrous creature that reared up before him. It resembled a giant, mutated bear with a soft, purplish gooey body covered heavily in stone-plate armor. It's eyes and mouth glew with molten rock. It's left hand, which was shaped like a spear, reformed back into a clawed paw.
"You know, Humongousaur would have easily taken care of this rock-brain, but nooooo....the Omnitrix gave me Swampfire instead!" the alien complained.
"You can mope about it after we defeat this creep!" Gwen ran towards th
Conversation With A GodShe calls herself Poseidon. I call her “she”, but the statement is debatable, I suspect she is not truly anything, however for the time being, and to my eye, she appears female. Her hair is long and very dark blue, except at the tips where it is lit with flecks of seafoam green. Her skin shines like the polished face of a seashell, with as many colors swimming across it.Conversation With A God2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She walks beside me with her face raised to the sun, and as I glance back I see that her footsteps in the sand are filled with water.
‘Aren’t you afraid you’ll dry out?’ I as,k because it is the first thing that comes to my mind, and instantly I know I sound foolish.
‘I can not,’ she replies and her voice sounds like water running over stones. ‘I may walk a thousand years in the desert, and when I am done, it will be an ocean.’
She does not look at me as she speaks, she keeps her face to the sun which shines meekly through the wisps of clouds, still low over t
EVERYTHING WRONG WITH ULTIMATE ALIEN: DupedEVERYTHING WRONG WITH ULTIMATE ALIEN: DupedEVERYTHING WRONG WITH ULTIMATE ALIEN: Duped2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. “People acting totally normal while crazy crap is going on” cliché.
2. How are Forever Knights getting the funding for tanks and weaponry? Are there sponsor companies that take stealing alien/magic technology that seriously?
3. Rath pulls a cellphone out of thin air.
4. Forever Knights somehow quietly slip away from Rath. That’s unforgivable even for Rath.
5. The museum, the stadium, and the later mentioned theater are literally in a rock’s throwing distance of each other. How convenient.
7. Ben somehow jumps from menace to “teen sensation” in between episodes
8. I’m no expert when it comes to sports, but I don’t think announcers are allowed to make this much ruckus over a celebrity appearance during a game.
9. Running into the playing field is also improper etiquette
10. Cloned audience is totally okay with three teenagers arguing in a tennis court in the middle of a c
Celebration (Young Justice, BluePulse, PG)CelebrationCelebration (Young Justice, BluePulse, PG)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They did it, they had won. The REACH had lost and the Light had been fractured. Impulse looked around the cave the Secret Summit had been held and grinned with pride.
Everyone was congratulating each other on a job well done.
"Hey hermano," a voice said from behind him.
Impulse spun on his heel to stare into the blue and yellow face of Blue Beetle.
Unsurprisingly Bart's body reacted faster than his brain and he jumped up to hug the teller teen around the neck. "Dude, how crash was I?" He asked excitedly!
"You did okay?" Blue Beetle commented.
Impulse let go of the armored teen. "Okay? OKAY?! Dude, I don't know what fight you were a part of but I took down The Brain. THE BRAIN!"
"So you broke a glass jar with a pickled body part, big deal! I helped take out the big bad guys."
"Yeah, but not on you own," Impulse pointed out wagging a finger at Blue.
The two friends stared at each other for a moment, baring their teeth and growling at who was the better fighter w
Temporary CompanionIt was extremely early in the morning when odd noises resonated from a park. As the noise dyed down a blue police box appeared. A lean and tall red headed male, dressed in a white T-shirt under a red over shirt and jeans, exited the box and looked around. As the red head looked around another male stood in the doorway of the Tardis arms crossed across his chest, this male had short tasseled brown hair, a slim frame and was dressed in a dark brown suit with blue pin stripes, a light blue button up shirt, dark brown tie and a light brown overcoat.Temporary Companion2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Is this the spot?” The other male asked
The red head nodded, “This is it.” He said breathlessly as he ran his fingers through his hair. Looking back he smiled at the male. “Thanks again Doctor.”
“You have to be one of my mo
EvanescenceYou’re supposed to make love the night of your wedding day, but John and I did not. Frankly, I don’t know how anyone can. We were exhausted. Our day started at the crack of dawn to get ready and was filled with constant adrenaline, standing, travelling, photos, socializing, speeches, dancing; before we knew it, it was 3 am and we had no energy left for anything else.Evanescence8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So, the night of our wedding day, John and I just sprawled our clothes across the chairs in our fancy hotel suite and crawled into bed. Both laying on our backs, looking up at the beautifully painted ceiling, we sleepily recalled our favourite moments of the day. Like when his father was the first to get on the dance floor and make a total fool of himself, and when my maid of honour made half the room tear up with her beautiful speech about how happy we’ve been from the very start.
I nuzzled my face into his collarbone and murmured, “This has been the best day of my lif
i promise it wasn't youone:i promise it wasn't you3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that boy taught me that girls who speak up
are not fit for loving.
that bastard taught me that girls who say no
are not fit for loving;
it was my voice or my heart,
and i chose love.
isn't that the greatest thing?)
when the pain weighted my
body to the floor,
when the carpet covered me with dust
and claimed my bones,
my friends called me lazy.
"where are your wounds?"
i cupped my glued-up heart in my hands.
they rolled their eyes
and turned away,
asked me why i'd turn myself
into some craft project
for a hopeless, wandering boy
and night after night i cried
"i don't know, i don't know,
i don't know."
when the hurt made food
stick like paper maché
in the back of my throat,
they called me sick-
when i bent
"i can see your bones,
oh god how i'd like to stick my fingers inside you
and split you down your middle,
right in fucking two."
the sorrow settled in for good.
it was a little like drowning-
they told me,
"well, i knew someone else who
MK Guest Fighter: SCP-953from SCP FoundationMK Guest Fighter: SCP-9533 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Costume 1: She looks like Unknown from Tekken, only with a pinkish skin tone, longer hair (it's black just like Unknown's), and the dark-red body paint covering her arms, legs, breasts, the rest of the lower body, and the sides of her neck and head. Also, she has blue lipstick, purple eye shadow, yellow fox eyes, point ears, and fangs.
Costume 2: Same physical appearance as above only this time she's clothed. She wears a white and red kimono.
Kumiho are a race of malicious fox beings that are known to prey on mortals in Earthrealm. They're usually foxes that have lived for thousands of years, which makes them into malevolent entities. They can freely transform into beautiful women and set out to seduce misfortunate men, luring them into a trap which consists of the kumiho showing her true nature and eating the either the victim's liver or heart. At the SCP Foundation Facility, there is a kumiho who is kept in its containment chamber. This p
Tu y yo... por siempre. ADVERTENCIA : Este fanfic es continuacion de "Tú y yo" --> Leer Aqui♥Tu y yo... por siempre.2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Sentía aun su aliento sobre mi cara, a pesar de estar “dormido”, era consciente de todo lo que pasaba a mi alrededor. Otra vez iba a irse sin despedirse… ¡¡Cuánto lo odiaba!! Siempre estaba rompiendo sus promesas, pero no le diría que se quedara, eso no era propio de mí. Así que como siempre, solo lo deje marchar”
El menor se levanto de la cama, con resignación, ya no podría seguir durmiendo.
-ah… que paja- se estiro a su antojo y se coloco unos pantalones. Y se dispuso a bajar a desayunar pero algo en su pecho le decía que no era una buena ida. Tenía un mal presentimiento.
El moreno bajo las escaleras y a penas se meti
Como si de un juego se trataseComo si de un juego se tratase2 years ago in Romance More Like This
ADVERTENCIA : Este fanfic es la tercera parte de una "saga"
Parte I : "Nunca desafies a un Youtuber" -> leer aqui ♥
Parte II : "El juego de todo y nada" -> leer aqui ♥
“Un año a pasado desde que se fue, mejor dicho desde que le dije que se fuera, por ella. Porque ella lo necesitaba, no diré más que yo; pero ella tenía preferencia por ser la primera. Además ¿Quién era yo para estar en medio? Solo soy un weón descerebrado, adicto a la nicotina, que no sabe nada del amor y que para colmo hace videos para youtube.... una mierda de hombre.
Desde hace un año que solo se de él por sus putos videos y nasa m
53-KEEPING A SECRETMorgan grips Garcia's hips and pulls her closer. His lips slam into hers and they starts an intimate dance, moaning in appreciation.53-KEEPING A SECRET5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Morgan and Garcia were both in Garcia's office, both trying to steal a moment together. They both knew making out in the office wasn't the best idea, but it was such a turn-on.
Their relationship was still a secret from the team. They were still new in it, so they weren't ready to tell their friends yet.
Garcia moaned as Morgan ran his fingers through her red hair and the other caressed her thigh.
"Mmmm, Derek." She moaned, as Morgan sat on her chair, dragging her to his lap. They had another heated lip lock, hand gripping whatever they could touch, while making the chair squeaked suddenly. Garcia was about to put her hands under Morgan's shirt when her door flew open, revealing Spencer Reid.
"Hey, Garcia, I was wonder ." Reid was saying, his sentence cut off as he stared at the couple. There was an awkward silence for a few moments, until Garcia sig
Dias felicesDías felicesDias felices2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Cerró los ojos con dolor, había sido una mala idea ver uno de los videos de ese tipo. Por una fracción de segundo, pensó que lo había superado, pero no. El pecho se le había oprimido dolorosamente y sus ojos le habían traicionado.
-Me cago en la puta- seco sus lagrimas con la manga de su poleron, porque se empeñaba en pensar que algún día el seria parte de esa felicidad, sentía envidia de esos momentos que podian compartir vardoc y su novia, giro su rostro pero aun oía las risas de fondo.
-“Eso, salta, muéstrame tus trucos Hahahah”-
-“Sany, salta hahah”-
Ellos eran realmente felices juntos y él lo único que hacía era ser un mal tercio en la vida de ellos. Se levanto de la silla y tomo a Batman en brazos, el pequeño gato no entendía nada pero aun asi parecía sentir el dolor de su dueño porque a penas Xoda
Run With Me: Chapter 1Run With Me: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Your Knight Starting Today
"Your mission: To protect a prince."
The young boy growled internally. Protect a prince? Great; it wouldn't be as bad as protecting a princess, he knew full well how bratty they could be, but protecting a prince sounded like a complete waste of time.
"You are to not leave his side, understood?" The boy's attention wandered off to a window as his mentor walked to a well-filled shelf while continuing his lecture on the importance of a mission and avoiding any deviations. Richard had heard this same lecture multiple times to the point he could probably mimic every slight inflection his mentor used. Slicing through his mental fog, Bruce said, "You will be protecting him with this sword, Richard."
Knowing full well what that sentence implied, the youngster beamed up at his mentor. In his hands his father figure held a sword out in front of him in a gesture for Richard to take it. As his stomach fluttered nervously he took it in his hands. It was
Bleach OC: Shinchiro IsamuBleach OC: Shinchiro Isamu5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Shinchiro Isamu
Age: 1388 (Appears to be in his late twenties)
Alliance: 10th Division Captain
Appearance: Captain Shinchiro is a gaunt, skinny man who stands at nearly six feet, six inches tall. Unlike most Shinigami who attain the rank of Captain, Isamu is obviously off-kilter and he shows outward signs of being a megalomaniac. His brown eyes are deep-set and abnormally wide and open - he rarely blinks. Meanwhile, he always seems to be grinning. This grin isn't exactly a smile, but more of an annoying smirk that tells everyone around him that he's severely superior to them. Isamu's nose comes to a point that boasts two bar piercings and a septum ring. His thin lips are complete with snake-bites while his ears are gauged large enough to fit a coin through, giving a window into his love of intimidation. Isamu's black hair is pulled back into a tail that dangles all the way to his knees - held together by black
EnderAlaiAlai/Ender 'NO TITLE CUZ I CAN'T THINK OF ONE'EnderAlai5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
INTRO- This is slash, or pairing characters from material that is not mine together. Both characters are from a book called Ender's Game that I've been reading in school with my English class... Now that I'm a perverted, rabid, psychotic, horrible yaoi fangirl, I thought I'd try my hand at the most popular art form on deviantart... Yaoi slash... Yeah, it didn't interest me at first either, but it's frickin' ADDICTING. The reason why I'd pair these two together is because they'd actually be cute together, and it gets hinted at in the book more than one time... They're one of the few slash pairings that I've ever liked from anything... (My other favorites, if you must know, are mostly from Bleach).
Now in this book, Ender is a boy of six years old that gets transferred to a military school orbiting around our planet, because Earth is currently under attack by an ali
Avenge Your Madam (Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction)Avenge Your Madam (Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction)3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Grell Sutcliff felt down today, he was grieving over the memory of a certain red haired woman who he had teamed up with to become the illusive Jack the Ripper. His Madam Red, who had brought him into the Phantomhieve Manor disguised as the Bartlet Butler. It was exactly five years since he had ended his madam's life and he was feeling very lonely. He missed his Madam, and so did his sister Scarlet. She was like family to the two Sutcliff's and they both missed her dearly. Grell was stood in front of her grave, holding a bouquet of red roses, the colour she had suited so well. The colour that she and Grell had painted all those prostitutes in...and ended up being in painted in herself.
"You know I did it for your own good, right?" Grell asked miserably, hoping somehow his deceased Angelina could hear him. "I couldn't let that brat turn you in..."
Grell didn't feel proud of himself for killing Angelina, but it felt like something he had to do. If he hadn't have killed her, then Ciel woul
Tu y yo“Siempre he pensado que ser más que amigos no conlleva ninguna responsabilidad, pero poco a poco me voy dando cuenta de que mi pensamiento egoísta lo está arrastrando … a ser la persona que no es. Si no fuese por mí, el estaría feliz con alguien más, de no ser por mi podría sonreír más a menudo… y de no ser por mí no lo vería llorar, en aquellas noches en que nos vamos de copas, mientras me dice en un susurro que no me marche con ella… simplemente sin mi seria más feliz.”Tu y yo2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Con cuidado el de anteojos se levanto de la cama, no quería despertar al menor. Era mejor marcharse mientras el otro dormía, ya que de seguro aun seguía un tanto ebrio y sería capaz de reclamarle por romper su promesa.
-Lo lamento tanto- se inclino y le beso en los labios, eran suaves, dulces y totalmente adictivos. Definitivamente nunca se cansaría de probar ese sabor, por una fracción de segundo, como solía pasarle, quiso quedarse. No ir a ningún lado y dejar que el tiempo dec