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
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
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
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
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
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,"
Numero unoThe higher we climbNumero uno7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The harder it becomes to find
An end that resembles no other
And faith in us and each other
In order to claim what is rightfully ours
Well climb, be bruised, in order to caress the stars
One and only in which I confide
Guardian to what lies
I wish to divulge what is hidden
Uncover all that may be forbidden
Grey, blue, amber skies
To merge into what Id want to be like
Limitless and infinite
You deserve to be more
To obtain the light, and to hide it from others
In order to give it what I judge to be better
In order to adorn it in what I judge to be bitter
Sweet and sour
Into what Id like to see this hour
To rise above limitations and what you expect
To regain control and to dare to forget
What I was taught, what they taught you too
That our limits stood where they wanted you
To stand, to hold ground on what we were given
To forget that that we could change and be forgiven
That what we were told was not set in stone
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
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
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
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
TellementIl fait froid mais je ne sens rien. Je voudrais que tu sois la tellement, et même si tu ne peux pas me comprendre, je voudrais te voir. Je voudrais que tu me dise que tu pense a moi. Quil ne faut pas sinquiéter des exagérations sur ce que jaimerais voir. Sur ce que jadorais croire. Je passe mon temps a penser a toi et je me sens si faible, une maladresse incroyable, une révérence que je ne sasserais de croire. Je ne veux pas de mots sans sens .je ne veux pas être sans quelque sois la dance, une danse, de folie, de gloire, dincendie et de fleure, de fleure par milliers qui tombent autours de nous et qui nous entraine dans une voix dune voix une chaine de mots qui sagrandis a fur et a mesures quon sapproche de la fin..tiens ma main mais je te perds je te perds..Tellement7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tu es trop loin
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."
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
.: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
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
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.
HerobrineHerobrine. He was a pal in the never-ending world of Minecraft. My first encounter was in 1.4, I saw him making a sand pyramid in the water, I looked at him. He needed one more block to finish his tower. I placed the block. Then, the eyeless Steve placed a sign that saidHerobrine3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Thanks." I broke the sign and said
"Sure, just helping out. We gotta help each other once in a while. Makes life worth it." Took two signs but it showed what I thought. He disappeared after that. Didn't see him for a while. One day, I was mining and I came across a diamond! Eagerly, I began to mine. Soon, the final blow was hit and the diamond fell into a pit of lava. I almost cried. I had never seen a diamond before, it would have been so cool to have had a diamond shovel. So I left my mine with sadness, going to my red bed. I awoke the next morning to find a sign next to my bed.
"Sorry about that." I was confused, did Herobrine control the blocks? Or did he do something else? I broke the sign and placed another, eve
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
boys who love their grandmothersnever fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.boys who love their grandmothers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forgiveness, remind you that you are not a mistake.
he will wipe the trails of tears that always seem to decorate your cheeks
and replace them with rose petals, saying that he chose the color red
to match the passion he knows flows through your veins.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will trace the freckles on your skin