Harley Quinn Meets DeadpoolHarley Quinn Meets Deadpool11 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Setting: New York, late evening. As the city goes about its nightly tasks, we see Deadpool crouching on the side railing of a Bridge, seemingly talking to himself, which for Deadpool is nothing unusual.
Ahhh New York City!! The sights, the smells, the screams of low life scum that dangle above the East river.
Zoomed out we see a person, hanging by one foot from the railing on which DP sits.
Come on man!!! I told Vinny I would pay him the money as soon as I made the sale!!
DP shakes his head and waggles his finger
Yeah well Billy Boy, Vinnys daughter needs braces. And let me tell you this kid NEEDS braces. Just dont tell Vinny he has a habit of breaking things, namely different body parts when people talk about his ugly kids.
DP pulls out a large combat knife and spins it around in his hand.
So Billy are ya gonna cough up some dough or you could be coughing up random things that float around in ri
Softly - Dragon Age IISoftly - Dragon Age II4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING: this fic is NC-17, and includes adult content including graphic violence and sex. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE!!!
(I had the mature content filter, and it blocked my cute preview pic )
I bow to gods of BioWare and offer a humble tribute to the awesome. I profit not, though my dildo perhaps does.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants-leg. After the ill-fated Deep Roads expedition, I'd bought the Hawke estate and left my companions to their own devices for a few weeks, but I'd needed backup to go prowling in Lowtown after dark. Isabela came along, and it seemed that with her memory jolted the beautiful pirate wanted more.
"So this is where you live. Not bad," Isabela conceded, surveying the old manor. "I preferred the old place. It had... more charm."
I shook her head, wondering how Isabela's voice could be sultry and syrupy at the same time. It might have been the Rivain accent.
"You're talking about the shack I shared with my mother, uncle, and sister," I said disbelievingly
Shepard love affair part1It was early morning, the Normandy docked at the Citadel. Shepard was awoken by EDI; he was having a nightmare about the Collector base and was not sorry for the AI's intrusion.Shepard love affair part15 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Shepard, incoming transmission for you in the comm. room. The signature is not Cerberus or council." EDI said.
"Do you know who it is?" Shepard asked swinging his legs off the bed.
"The signature is that of the Alliances Operator Chief Ashley Williams"
"What?" Shepard asked in surprise "You must be mistaken"
"I am rarely wrong Shepard" EDI replied and Shepard sighed. He dressed quickly and looked at Miranda. If Ash wanted to pick up where they left off she would be disappointed. He wanted to take Miranda with him but decided against it, she didn't need any unnecessary stress at the moment. He stepped into the elevator and took it down to CIC.
"Good morning Commander" Kelly smiled from her panel.
"Morning Kelly" Shepard said stifling a yawn. "If anyone asks where I am, tell them I'm in the comm. room."
Which Is It Then - SWSToday is opposite day.Which Is It Then - SWS3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
TMC: Twilight TalksSeries Title: After the Reapers; The Miranda ChroniclesTMC: Twilight Talks4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Disclaimer: Mass Effect universe © BioWare
Any character you haven't heard of © me
I really need to stay away from Youtube.
I was surfing the site the other night, and I came across Miranda's romance scenes, and with one watch, I was hooked.
I've always found Miranda to be an interesting character, seeing her go from a cold Cerberus loyalist, seeing her being a caring big sister and her doubts about herself, to eventually resigning from Cerberus when The Illusive Man wants Shepard to keep the Collector base.
So The Miranda Chronicles were born.
The same deal as the other two series applies here, only the main couple is my other main male Shepard, Xavier and his XO.
I'll distinguish these spin-off stories with 'TMC' in front of the story title.
I hope you guys enjoy these stories as much as yo
SaltyBeef and fire part 3SaltyBeef and fire part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the center of Tao village was a beautiful fountain of stone. What the pokemon inhabitants didn't know that under the fountain there was a secret base that belonged to two dirty mouthed magikarps. Their names where Boris and Norman; their hobbies involved flopping all over the place and frustrating their caretaker and roommate Cabbage the Sandshrew. Tonight Boris was home alone watching the game with a beer in hand (well fin), as his boyfriend Yuki the Vanillite made snow cones in the kitchen.
"Hey Bowis dear " Yuki said as he approached the fish carrying a tray of snow cones. "Do you want some of Yuki's speshul snowcones?"
"No bitch " Boris said taking a gulp of beer. "Now piss off, I'm watching the game "
Yuki's hands trembled angrily as he placed the tray of snow cones while trying to maintain his temper. Ever since they eloped, Boris has been nothing but mean. All of a sudden, the Vanillite got an idea
"HEY BOWIS! Will you come and lick Yuki?" The
Emergency LandingHe caught her heart before it could crash to the ground and in exchange she showed him what it felt like to have someone promise they would never leave you, without him having to doubt if she really meant it.Emergency Landing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Malec: Dream (2/2)Magnus knelt on the bed, his breath heavy and his heart pounding so hard he could feel it through his whole body. Panicly, he stared with wide eyes at the empty place where Alec should be. The comforter there was tossed aside, the pillow crumpled. When Magnus moved his hands over the mattress, it felt warm to the touch. Warm enough to note someone had been lying there not long ago. Trying to order his thoughts, Magnus recollected what just had happened. He needed to calm himself down.Malec: Dream (2/2)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Inhaling deeply, he remembered his dream.
Alec worked on some papers, Magnus wanted to spent time with him but had to wait until the Shadowhunter was done. Then he woke up. It was late at night and he had cuddled with Alec. Yeah, three hours ago he had cuddled with his boyfriend.
But now, he wasn't here.
Why wasn't his boyfriend here?
Hadn't he only dreamed he was hunting? He couldn't be hunting for real, could he?
It was only a dream.
Being a warlock meant that sometimes dreams could tell you the truth,
Karate-kaWe are the ones you'd least expectKarate-ka10 years ago in Open More Like This
to know anything of strategy or warfare.
We are the ones who never start fights,
But are quite willing to end them if need be.
We are not the trouble-makers in life,
But neither are we the straight-A students.
Some of us toe the line on issues more than others,
But for the most part, we blend in.
For all our camouflaging ways, however,
We are the ones who stand alone
Against the struggles of everyday life.
Some of us neither want, nor need, anyone to stand beside us.
We have our philosophies to keep us warm at night,
Our creeds to sing us to sleep.
Our weapons are our teddy-bears,
And our katas lead us to dream.
impotence.cold hands grabbing, at your pocket,impotence.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
fumes from my lungs,
mine - cold, snatching
yours, warm - holding... holding...
or was it the other way around?
the bruise on my forearm, a night lost
without sleep. stay awake with
me. blow smoke between my thighs.
let our hands dance, 'cause
this is all going to blow over, soon.
we're all going to keel over, soon.
The Art Vendor's PrologueAn art vendor, quite large and round in the bellyThe Art Vendor's Prologue7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sat there at his desk with a sandwich from the deli
Food littered his area as he sat there alone
Heavily coated in repulsive cologne
From time to time he wondered why nothing would sell
People avoided him, and some would yell,
"Your appearance needs work, and so do your pieces
Your shirt and your papers are filled with such creases!"
"Such art", they continued, "will never pull through,
Just pack up your stuff and find something else to do."
The art vendor, morale now low
Packed up his things and was ready to go.
Another day, another sorrow
The art vendor just hopes for a better tomorrow
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
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
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,"
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
RP: Salvation part 1RP: Salvation part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So the new kid's here?"
"Yes, he is, Logan. Try not to scare this one away."
Logan grinned around his un-lit cigar, eyes crinkling at the edges. "You give me so little credit, Charlie. I promise not to traumatize our new student. Until the second semester, at least." Charles Xavier rolled his eyes, but smiled.
Logan strolled out of the main office, taking out his cigar and absently twirling it in his fingers. So, a new mutant? Logan cocked his head to the side, thinking. What kind of person would he be like?
Tall, thin and very nervous, the newest student (mutant?) clutched his completely new books as he tried to stay away from groups of people over there.
He was lanky, obviously either a vegetarian or he didn't eat that often; he had slightly shaggy brown hair, a warm, kind of inviting brown, like oak; he had his head cast down, constantly though. So, no one really got to look at his face, but he was pale. Not deathly so, just pale like he preferred to stay indoors.
It was third peri
.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hurry Up And Save me"
I'm going through the same day
Same place, same way I always do
Then I saw you from the corner of my eye
And it hit me like a ton of bricks, I can't lie
Oh, you got to me
You were outside today, in the almost one-hundred degree heat doing work for your parents, as they had better things to do...meaning they wanted to stay inside and watch T.V. all day.
You were in charge of most things chore related around the house. Even at age seventeen, your parents still treated you like a ten year old slave, making you do everything for them, and when you refused or had done your chore wrong, you were beaten.
In fact, you had to wear jackets and pants to cover up bruises and scars your parents had given you. Though the ones on your face were just there for you to lie about, and let people think you were clumsy and fell all the time, causing your eye to be black, or your jaw to be bruised. No one would have believed it
SoundSound3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something against the sky -
a kestrel wing
drifting godward -
the circle of sound
dents the morning
and turns my ears
second guessing the weight of
and how your breath
measures the morning light.
Underworld: Untold Tale“Who are you?”Underworld: Untold Tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She spoke, as she rose from the old bed, unused for quite some time. Her hazy eyes had some unusual sharpness.
“To understand who I am, you must first know who I was,” I kept my eyes on her worn out figure, in the same dirty and blood stained clothes. “Let me tell you a tale…..”
It’s hard to remember my life before this one, my life as a mortal. It seems like a distant dream, which fades away when I open my eyes, leaving bits and pieces as a sign of its existence in my thoughts. What I can retrace from those bits paints a life of a lonely child, always lurking in other people’s shadows, or rather the shadows covering her figure, hiding her despair and driving her to solitude, painful solitude. You can leave the solitude behind but the lonesome silence follows you. It sneaks like a shadow invisible to the naked eye, but you know its there, breathing down your neck, hunting you till the ends of you
I Promise. : I P r o m i s e : .I Promise7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I p r o m i s e y o u m y h e a r t
I p r o m i s e y o u m y l o v e
I p r o m i s e w e l l b e t o g e t h e r
I p r o m i s e t o h e a v e n s a b o v e
I p r o m i s e n o t t o h u r t y o u
I p r o m i s e t o n e v e r m a k e y o u c r y
I p r o m i s e t o a l w a y s t r u s t y o u
I p r o m i s e n o t t o
Hircule's CurseElder Scroll-Skyrim: Hircule's CurseHircule's Curse3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Faelwen opened her eyes, her vision was bleary and her head felt fuzzy. She slowly blinked trying to clear her vision. She was on the floor to a house she didn't recognize, not in the warm bed of her rented room in Riverwood. She rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her head enough to remember the previous night. What happened? Did I go wolf again because of that stupid ring? After I save Sinding from Hircule's hunters, I should shoot him in the knee for giving me this ring.
"Sleep well?" a woman's voice said from the corner of the room. The Altmer's eyes shot up to the source of the voice. There, causally sitting a lot a bookshelf, sat a figure draped in dark red and black, with her face covered in a shroud.
"Who are you? Where am I?" The elf demanded, pulling herself off the floor and into a more defensible position.
The woman sighed, "Does it matter? You're warm, dry and very much alive." Faelwen's inner beast bristled at the underlying t
A Talk, Feat. Shameless JoyDarling, this won't be easy to say.A Talk, Feat. Shameless Joy3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nor will it be easy to hear.
You may have noticed I was out yesterday.
In fact, the whole previous year.
Darling, I've been seeing other people.
Well...that 'other' is wrong.
It shouldn't really surprise you.
You knew what this was all along.
I made you what you are today.
You know that that is true.
You can't expect me to be there
To take the tears from you.
Not always, honey. I'm no god.
Sometimes, it's all too much.
And I can't resist the pleasure
That lies in the forbidden touch.
I see the worry in your eyes
As you think that we are through
Close them again. Say what you want.
I will never leave you.
Oh honey, I'm not gonna say goodbye
After I've spent so much on repair kits!
Come on now, honey. Please don't cry.
You know how it screws with your circuits.
A Knowledge Of TalesShe sings 40 years' worth of ignorance for those that will listen.A Knowledge Of Tales3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun is a cat's eye, which sets as she crawls. She crawls around the world from west to east every day, and returns every night. The moon is her again, from west to east. Changed color? Why, of course. Don't you know cats' eyes reflect light in the dark?
A sensible mind that's gotten confused. Years of misconception, piled up and twisted like a patch of brambles growing freely. Bits of most of everything, stirred around and glued together...
The sky is Paleter's canvas, and she is never satisfied. She paints the clouds and storms, yet she always paints over them. Someday, she will reach perfection and the sky will be still. Until then, however powerful the storm, the heavens will always revert to blue.
Some of her tales are quite beautiful. They're still lies, of course. In this reality, at least. She might just be seeing somewhere else, her very eyes windows to another world -- or her eyes see what is