Shepard's childThe Normandy was docked at Illium. Miranda had visited Oriana, she had been pregnant for over nine months now. Dr.Chakwas had taken scans and the baby was soon to be born. Shepard sat in his cabin when EDI's orb appeared next to him.Shepard's child5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"What's happening EDI?" he asked staring out of the window.
"Miranda has been taken to the med bay." EDI chimed.
"What?" Shepard said leaping up. "When?"
"Twenty minutes ago." The AI stated.
"Thanks." Shepard said running to the elevator. He hoped that this was it. He didn't want it to be another false alarm; he didn't think his nerves could take it. The elevator seemed to be taking forever to reach the Crew Deck. Finally it reached Shepard's destination and he hurried out and into the med bay. The door opened to reveal Miranda lying on the bed, Dr.Chakwas and Mordin rushing round her.
"Shepard, I'm glad you're here," Dr.Chakwas said as he entered.
"Shepard?" Miranda breathed as he rushed to her.
"It's me, I'm here." he reassured her. He stood next to her
NervesTitle: NervesNerves4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect 2
Disclaimer: This is just for fun - BioWare owns all and I receive nothing but my own enjoyment by writing this.
She didn't stop by his chair this time. He swiveled around and watched her as she hesitated just inside the ship, Garrus and Grunt behind her. The look in her eyes was bleak as she glanced at him, her hands already working at the bun atop her head, letting the tresses fall and act like a curtain to hide her face as she strode to the elevator and disappeared behind its sliding doors. That wasn't like her. Debating with himself, he stood and started down the gangway in the direction she had taken.
His hands were sweating. Even wiping them on the seat of his pants didn't seem to help. He looked longingly back at hi
Miranda Lawson-I'll See You?Miranda Lawson-I'll See You?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The human larva Reaper apparently wasn't going down without a fight. Its eye glowing I ducked for cover. Then Harbinger arrived. I stood up immediately and my shield flickered and dissipated. I cursed and continued firing, providing covering fire for Shepard's turian friend. "Damn shield", I muttered quietly.
Finally, my shield was slowly recharging but a stinging pain hit me. I gulped and my black hair swooshed in front of me. Unconsciously my hand covered the wound. I bit my lip in pain and looked up to see Shepard staring at me. "It's fine Commander. It's fine..." Shepard gave me a small smile that said more than it meant. I sli
Tale of the Black Lion (By Varric)The Tale of the Black LionTale of the Black Lion (By Varric)3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Told by Varric and others......
Varric: Well the story goes like this.....long ago, there was a........
Syren: What's the story called?
Varric: *sigh* The Black Lion.
Merrill: What's a lion Varric? I've never heard of such a thing before.
Varric: Can we focus back on the story, please? Now....where was I? Oh yes. There was a brilliant artist, whose work was known throughout the land.
Alex Shepard: Is this gonna be a long story? I have a galaxy to save.
*Miri punches her on the arm*
Alex: Ouch! What was that for?
Miranda: *glares at Alex* Shut up and listen.
Isabela: Oh kitten, just give up. You cant argue with her when she is like that.
Aya: Shush! I'm trying to listen to the story Auntie Cira!
Varric: Any more interruptions? No? Good. Now then......he was known for his feats of storytelling, and his amazing works of art. Even the empress of Orlais took notice of his paintings. She asked him to.......
UnexpectedAuthor: NatmonkeyUnexpected4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pairing: Mordin & Grunt
Game: Mass Effect 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing of this, I don't make any money off it, and I know it's crazy.
Mordin looks up from the doohickey he is tinkering with. "Grunt?" The salarian blinks his large black eyes, one hand already on the gun on his hip. "What can I do for you?"
"Look, salarian..." The enormous krogan steps close to the scientist, towering over him. "I've been thinking." Somehow Grunt seems ill at ease. At least his body language indicates this.
"I see." He returns to his omni-tool to install the upgrade Shepard so generously provided for. The krogan is obviously not going to attack him. "Have you come to any specific conclusion?"
Grunt nods gravely. "My tank has showed me much. We were going crazy, destroying our own planet... The genophage may not have been so bad."
"Unexpected." The salarian scientist ceases his work again, to look at his visitor. What happens next is even more unexpec
Tooth and Claw: Chapter 4Chapter 4: Cara MiaTooth and Claw: Chapter 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
4E: 177 Ninendava Ruins, Chorrol Sector, Cyrodiil
Katja slammed her shield on the bandit's face, staggering the young Imperial. She heard the trademark release of an arrow, making her move her head slightly to the left. The arrow embedded itself in the bandit's throat, making him gurgle as he slumped to the ground.
Turning, Katja surveyed the area around her only to find her husband toying with the last bandit thug. Sheathing Harbinger, she walked towards the dead bandit a few feet from her and started rummaging through his pockets.
Little footsteps and a familiar scent approached her, panting heavily. "Mama, why aren't we helping papa?" Aela asked, still gasping for breath.
"He's alright, cub," Katja said finding a ruby in the man's pockets. She looked over to her husband, the bandit charging him with his warhammer. Ivar laughed, jumping out of the way before charging the man with his daggers. The thug fell, Katja rolling her eyes as Ivar grinned at t
Promise?Maura did not think she could cope. Not with Jane gone. She didn't want to go to the funeral, though she did. She had already paid her respects to the woman who meant so much to her. She had slipped down to the morgue after the doctor, the OTHER doctor had finished the autopsy and gone to lunch. She looked down at Jane, lying on the slab, and couldn't help herself. She reached out a hand and moved a stray piece of hair away from Jane's cold face.Promise?4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I miss you Jane." She had said, trying to hold in the tears.
Within their apartment Maura kept expecting the door to open and for Jane to come bustling in, Doggy treats and strawberries in one hand for their pets and a bunch of roses in her other hand for Maura. Even though she knew the statistical impossibility of such an occurrence, it didn't stop her hoping and wishing. It didn't stop her heart skipping a beat every time Joe Friday's ears perked up.
Maura had taken to sleeping on the sofa, completely unable to bear sleeping in the bed she
Crack ShepardThis is not to be taken seriously. Seriously.Crack Shepard5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Miranda Lawson scrolled lazily through Shepard's file, sipping her coffee. The Commander seemed to be performing well enough, considering she had only been 'revived' three days ago, but was Miranda still unconvinced that there was no emotional scarring on the woman. She had died, suffocated in space, seen her beloved ship blown to pieces and woke up on an operating table as if it had merely been a bad dream. She acted all calm and collected, but Miranda knew better.
Which was why she was scanning her files again, looking for something. She didn't know what, but she had extensive documentation on Shepard's past, her phycological profile, hell, even her favorite foods and preferred cosmetics. Somewhere in there she would find the key to the Commander's seemingly unshakeable strength and willpower.
She scrolled down the list of Shepard's childhood hobbies, coming to a halt at a certain paragraph, detailing an obsession with pre-Contact W
A No-Win SituationAed would never be sure how he ended up in these situations. How, in the name of Anderste's frilly knickers, had a mage ended up being responsible for choosing who got the throne of Orzammar? Of course, venturing into darkspawn-filled tunnel and battling for his life was a bit more in his area of expertise as a Warden. In that, he could see why he would be a good choice. But to convince the only living Paragon of the dwarves to return...he wasn't so sure. He had absolutely no idea how to navigate dwarven politics; he wouldn't know the first thing to say to her.A No-Win Situation4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," the mage muttered under his breath as he headed back to the inn where they had taken up lodging. He'd sworn not to leave Orzammar until he had resolve the issue of who got the throne, so the party had found a suitable place to stay. Now that everything in the actual city was taken care of, they would be venturing into the Deep Roads to find Branka tomorrow. Well, some of them would b
Tooth and Claw: Prologue and Chapter 1PrologueTooth and Claw: Prologue and Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
4E: 202 Just outside of Riverwood, Whiterun Hold, Skyrim
The elk grazed nearby, the wind carrying its scent. She smiled, notching her bow as she stalked through the trees.
Easy, cub. Slowly now.
She spotted the elk, two wolves gathering near her. She aims carefully.
Let the wind guide your arrow.
The wind blows, the elk tilting its head up. She stiffens, waiting to see if the wind carried her scent towards her prey. The elk bows its head again, making her smile. She aims left of where she would normally hit the animal. A small breeze carries her arrow to her target.
The elk groans as it falls. Aela lowers her bow, wolfish grin on her face.
Remember to thank the Lord of the hunt, cub. Always.
Chapter 1: Lack of a Better Name
4E:170 Jorrvaskr, Whiterun Hold, Skyrim
"It's a girl," Tilma said, taking the wailing child away to be cleaned up. Fralia patted Katja's forehead with a damp cloth, the woman finally releasing
AdieuStrangling myself with this silence,Adieu3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am one rung closer
with every little death descending deeper
into Gehenna's bowels,
brandishing a soul through drawn eyes
and watching it all burn.
A plea for deliverance
stretches thin over this thrust
my masochist thirst insists.
If asphyxia is Heaven,
my throat is the horizon.
You can't sever midnight sky from sea,
the black from the blue.
Rolling back on my spine serpentine grande,
I at last experience revelation.
To dream in grayscale and melancholy
is to never suffer disappointment
at the hands of Life's disastrous folly.
I feast upon the fruit of despair
its seed binding me like Persephone
to Hades' throne.
If I die before I wake,
I need not pray no more.
There was a time when songs rang out on high
in glorious appraisal
for lettings of blood, conflagration
of flesh and bone.
Every man was equal under the Gods' gaze,
gaining favor through slaughter.
I see priests eviscerate the sheep,
I see flames 'round the martyr creep.
Unexpected AlliancesUnexpected Alliances4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey, hey Rina!" John Cena called, seeing his friend Rina walking the halls for the first time in a long time. Rina looked up from her iPhone and smiled. She took off in a run, and John caught her in a huge hug. God, he missed her, he thought as he put her down on the floor, but still hugged her close.
"Hey John!" she said happily.
"Where on earth have you been girl?!" he let go of her, setting his hands on her waist to look at her. She was looking pretty fine, finer than usual. Red satin corset, her black bra straps peeking at the top, black skinny jeans that had some rips on the upper thighs, down to her knees. She was also wearing tall black leather knee high boots that had a thin silver stiletto heels. And not to mention, new hair. It was now a vivid purple, with blond bangs and tips.
"I was on vacation," she said with a smile.
"It looks like that agrees with you, you look great. Just don't make a habit of disappearin off the grid for four months, please,"
Dragon Age High: The Story Ch1Dragon Age High: The Story Ch14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
Laira Hawke groaned as she rolled over and tapped the off button on her alarm clock. She stretched and literally rolled out of her bed, plopping on the floor. She sat there in a sleepy daze, staring off into space. She then proceeded to shake her head as a wet dog shakes itself to dry off. She hopped up and began her morning routine.
After showering, doing her hair and makeup, brushing her teeth, and about twenty minutes of picking out just the right outfit to wear, she was ready for her first day at her new high school. She walked down the staircase toward the kitchen where the rest of her family sat eating breakfast. The rest of my family except Bethany. She thought with tears in her eyes. She tried to keep her mind off of the events that had caused her sister's death and forced her family to move. There was no need to be upset on the first day of school.
As she entered the kitchen, she coul
I Don't Want To Lose YouTitle: I Don't Want To Lose YouI Don't Want To Lose You4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Game: Mass Effect 2
characters/pairing: MShep, Miranda
Disclaimer: I don't own mass effect
The dark had always scared Miranda. Not being able to see, it was the unknown that scared her when she was trapped in the dark. She always had a plan, she knew what she wanted and how to get it, the unknown scared her. She planned everything, analyzed everything. Yet for the first time in her life she had done something she had never expected to happen. She had fallen in love. She had fallen for Commander John Shepard, Savoir of the Citadel, Hero of Humanity. He was the most selfless, caring man she had ever met and she loved him but it scared her.
She had never been loved by anyone before or loved another. She had always been alone, isolated, careful to never get too close to people. She had never opened up to anyone, yet here she lay, staring at the ceiling of a room that most defiantly was not her own. It was Shepard's. She had spent all her n
An EncounterAnakin Skywalker waited until he was far enough out of Yoda's meditation chamber to not be easily noticed before he allowed himself to storm off angrily. He was in no mood for a lecture about controlling his temper, especially after the "advice" the old prune had given him. Let go of those you fear to lose... what utter nonsense. The greatest Jedi in nearly 900 years, and his only advice to give about saving a life was just to let the person die? Jedi were supposed to SAVE people, weren't they? Anakin struggled to keep the anger he felt from turning into an ugly glare... The others always stared at him enough as it was.An Encounter10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"... Master Skywalker?" A young voice called out.
Anakin gave pause, for it was rare that he was addressed as "master" except by ignorant civilians... or padawans. Slowly he turned, trying to ease his anger. It wouldn't do for some random Jedi Youngling to wonder why he was so angry. "Yes, Padawan...? Forgive me, I don't know your name... I've been away from the Temple
EndermanEnderman4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was a miner just like everyone...a simple miner that wanted diamonds, a nice home, and a pet wolf to defend me...I had it all and I was so happy...of course I saw that more joined. I liked this and had friends other than the cows and pigs. I enjoyed this untill someone came...it was a new player and I expected to help them around and give them housing. the problem is they never spoke...and always were following me and watching me...I felt needed so I gave them shelter in my home but they never ate, nor did they mine, they just followed me. one day I finally convinced him to stay home and he did with a nod. I had went out to get more food when I came back to a dead dog, my dog. I saw him stare at me and I got angry and punched him. he shrugged it off when I said sorry and we went on with me giving a grave to my dog. soon we began to communicate and I found he liked a lot of things I did. he started mining with me and fighting slowly. day by day we fought creepers and skeletons tog
Nude Art PetitionIt seems that DA suffers from an over-representation of female nude photography compared to other types of Nude Arts, and that male nude, especially, lacks the representation it deserves.Nude Art Petition9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This petition proposes :
_To enlarge the nude photography category to a NUDE ART category.
_To split this nude art category into a FEMALE NUDE ART and a MALE NUDE ART categories, which would both have their own gallery director.
This would ensure a better representation of male nude and other sorts than photographic nudes in the Daily Deviations and on DA.
SonAmy ChristmasSonAmy Christmas4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
heres a script for sonamy christmas i made
Sonic: Hey Amy, what are you just standing there for?
Amy: Sonic, look above you!
Sonic: *looks above* what about it?
Amy: Sonic that's a mistletoe. haven't you heard about it?
Amy: when there's a mistletoe above a boy and a girl's head, their supposed to kiss.
Cream: come on guys! Kiss!
Everyone but sonic and amy: Kiss! Kiss Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Sonic: alright alright! just one thing I need to say to Amy first.
Amy: what's that Sonic?
Sonic: I... I... I Love you Amy.
Amy: *hugs sonic* Oh Sonic! I Love you too.
Sonic: okay okay.
Amy: sorry sonic. i'm just so happy.
Sonic: I know. and then there was two.
Sonic and amy then leaned in and shared their first kiss.
my fan-made live action JUSTICE LEAGUE storymy fan-made live action JUSTICE LEAGUE story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The story takes place on modern times in which superheroes have only appeared within in the past five to eight years, and are viewed with at best, suspicion, and at worst, outright hostility. This was pointed out by G. Gordon Godfrey as he starts a hate-campaign against the so called "vigilanties" through his radio station.
On daylight at the Atlantic Ocean are groups of fisher men doing their work. Everything seems to be fine until they were attacked by a gigantic alien life form with a likeness of a starfish, which emerged from under their boats, destroying the boats in the process. This gigantic alien starfish reproduces smaller clones of its own. This smaller clone starts to attack the fisherman and forcedly attached itself the fishermen's faces by leaping into it. The gigantic starfish as it lies on the remains of the boat reveals it passenger at its back. The heavily armored humanoid creature with a same medium sized alien starfish attached to his chest plate. This humanoid creat
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.
"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed with us from time to time.
"My grandmother had adopted my mother a long time ago, see, and then when my mother died, just thirty-four years old, my grandmother took me to live with her. My sisters and brother went to my other grandmother but my grandmother wanted me with her. I was just a little girl then, not even old en
To Young for Love?I was once told that people my age were too young to know true love. That when we got older we would see the truth. I think that's a load of bull shit. While it may be true that in comparison i'm younger and more inexperienced then a lot of people, that doesn't mean that I'm not mature enough to apprieciate love for what it is.To Young for Love?8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
That statement got me thinking about life and all that. I came up with a theory while I was at it: it isn't that we can't be in love at this age, it's that we treat love differently then people who are older. As you get age, you start to take everyday things for granted (such as breathing, eatting, or sleeping). What if this could also be true about not so everyday things? I think that it's just that older people have started taking love for granted. They've stopped apprieciating it as much as they should. When you're young you both want and fear love. It's something new and exciting but after a while of being in love it looses its new and shiny apeal that it on