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
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."
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
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.
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
HH S, year 1, day1 page 1!HH S, year 1, day1 page 1!3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So, are the mini us here yet"? Nightwing ask standing next to Batman. "They will be arriving, by helicopter" Batman answered . "Aren`t you a little old to be mentoring teenagers"? Nightwing asked, in a cocky voice. Batman then smiled, "just try to keep" He replied, in a more cocky tone of voice. It was 10: PM at the island , the wind was blowing through the trees, the seas as calm, nut not steady. The moon was full, and the sky was full of stars. Nightwing, and Batman stood next to, two red colored dorms, awaiting the arrival of the new students. Meanwhile on one of the helicopters, headed to the island, a teenage boy about the age of 14, with short black hair, wearing a red jacket, and green pants, and sunglasses is sleeping. "Hey Tim, wake up man were hear, we made it!" Said, a young black male named Victor shaking the boy named Tim Drake awake. "Thanks Vic" Tim said. "But please try to keep, the name on the down low." Tim requested, he then looked outside the window, (he saw the isl
in praise of scavengersOh, those crows,in praise of scavengers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
perceptive and wise and with a sense of time and season.
They know how emotional humans get
when Christmas comes.
What suckers they are for feeding the birds,
an act of love when they can give no love to others
The crows settle in apartment block parking lots
the way seagulls gather in shopping strips
next to fast food joints
or hover and flap in masses
on the scrapheaps of garbage scows
sent from the city
with the dregs of living
How to Make a VampireVampire lore spans many, many years back into the past and they still remain popular today as one of the most recognized and exalted horror icons in the monster world of fiction. Yet despite having many different variations the world over, some parts have either been watered down or completely written out for today's modern audience. Maybe you want to share in the stable, ever-growing fangirl or fanboy-powered market of vampire literature? Well, look no further. Here are some tips to help get you started:How to Make a Vampire5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1. Beauty and the Beast Despite there being years and years of pre-existing exotic vampire folklore from all over the world, it really has only dwindled down to two types that actually sell in this day and age. Either: A) Smoking hot undead vampires that want to sex you or B) Incredibly violent gore-loving animals that want to kill everything.
How does one come down to choosing?
Well, just try and figure out what kind of audience you're going to pander to. The mai
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
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
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
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
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
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
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