Hard day? me too.Stay positive, all is well.More Like This
Do not doubt that the universe is bringing you your every want and need.
Send out love, and open yourself to it in return.
You're alive, feel it.
You're exactly where you're meant to be this instant.
Things may be moving slowly, but they're moving, even minuscule progress is progress.
One step back is not regressing to the beginning, it's dancing with life, learning the moves, so you can follow it's lead better.
Learn from your mistakes, and don't be so hard on yourself.
Relax, you deserve it.
You deserve everything beautiful in this world, and it is there for you to claim.
Claim your confidence now, and inhale the possibilities that come wrapped in it.
You are loved, you are loveable, you love.
Appreciate life, be happy & radiate positivity.
Stay focused, stay present, stay true.
-- A note to me & you
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
You said hello as you walked away.You knocked on my door, when I had already left the apartment.More Like This
You whispered "I want you back", once I had gone deaf.
You called me constantly, when my number was not in service.
You said you had my back, when all I could see was yours.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
New spoken wordI just finished writing a new poem, and recording it… it's "My kind of love"More Like This
You can read it in my gallery <<
peace & love xx
Let me be your poem [spoken word recorded]After writing my latest poem tonight, I had such an afterglow, I decided to record it…have a listen if you like, the poem itself is in my galleryMore Like This
Law, war, poorWhat we see and hear is processed, we don't get it rawMore Like This
we get the altered, tampered hand-me-downs of the manipulating law.
We wear it like it fits, pretend that it's our style––
coz they're the ones stamping "approved" on all our fucking files.
We switch the channels, thinking we have a choice
we vote for irrelevant reality, thinking we have a voice.
We're a grain of sand, in the world's largest beach,
tossed on the shore, with everything out of reach.
They want us to be scared of being strong leaders,
so they can declare war in a tux while we're the tagged-up bleeders.
The rich guys riding on top, the poor taking it down below,
thats the way it's gotta be, that's how the money and power games go.
I wish it was all in reverse, I would love to see that shit,
The 'minorities' ruling, the politicians taking hit after hit.
If they were the poor soldiers walking right into death,
would they be so quick to talk, or would they hold their fucking breath?
If it was their sons and da
A few lines of rhyming advice.1. Love leads the way, it clears all the mess,More Like This
let it engulf you, peace and life bless.
2. Nurture your dreams, for they tend to fade,
water them with love, and let them cascade.
3. Focus on the truth, deny yourself the lies,
be self aware, and open your blinded eyes.
4. Leave your mark behind, let your voice be heard,
take pride in your actions, stay true to your word.
5. Dive in deep, forget what haters say,
there's nothin' but you, standing in your way.
6. Be cautious of others, they may not be what you suspect,
be treatin' all you meet with the respect you expect.
7. Free yourself from fear, stay in control,
life's just a game, and you're the console.
8. Don't follow the herd, lead the way to peace,
the masses are asses, ignorin' this place is for lease.
9. Other's failures help you from making your own,
use it wisely, all you know ––you learn alone.
10. People are dealing with their own personal issues,
don't be the
The man in the mirrorWho is that?More Like This
That man in the mirror, looking at me.
That's not me, that's somebody else.
That messy hair and weird face, that's not me.
My hair is clean and stylish, and my face rough and manly.
That fat body that's out of shape, that's not me.
My body is fit and muscular, a body of a hero.
That empty look in those eyes, that's not mine.
My eyes burn with the heat of thousand suns, full of ambition and dreams.
So who is that man, borrowing my life?
Who is he, looking at me through the mirror?
Where is the real me, the hero, the adventurer?
What happened, where did I lose him?
Is he in the attic, locked away with my childhood memories?
Did I leave him in school when I graduated?
Is he still waiting for me somewhere, waiting to be found again?
Or did I lose him forever?
So this man, the stranger in the mirror, the one I have to live with for the rest of my life?
Where did he come from, the man borrowing my life?
Was it the broken dreams that made him be?
Or the plain blandness of the rea
Old wave song.Lost souls walk along an abandoned beach,More Like This
sometimes as students, other times to teach.
Perpetually questioning, yearning for truth,
never satisfied, chasing their youth.
Their feet embedded into the golden sand,
some roam alone, others hand in hand.
leaving their footprints, as they move on ahead,
waves crashing down, drenched in dread.
Above them hover the vastness of dreams,
illusions, perceptions, changing what it seems.
Some believe, some choose to ignore,
some lost souls, even go to war.
They begin to grow tired, slow and weary,
Dark waves engulf those, weak and dreary.
Others stay strong, and walk on along,
Waltzing in a line, to the old wave song.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
LoveLong before the beginning of time,More Like This
Before my soul had breath and my flesh refined,
Before the lord made me a twinkle in my fathers eyes,
I knew you and you knew me,
I was yours and you mine,
Just star dust in infinite light,
Already an emotional love in God's sight,
Out of the billions of numbers in the sky,
I played my cards right,
And I found you on this finite plane of life,
When our souls intertwine,
We reach an astroplane of infinite time,
Our love shines so bright,
dimming the most powerful of stars light,
Blinding those who try to steal our loves life,
The time and life of forever,
Already passed the gates of heaven,
Hidden by God's might,
Our loving shine is God's light,
By James Warren 1405 05/12/12
To my loving wife
The greatest miracle on EarthThe universe was born 13,8 billion years ago. A reality, that might not have been, was. In a place where shouldn't have been anything, was something. The mater of the entire universe was packed into one infinitely dense point, the singularity.More Like This
The expansion of the singularity caused the Big Bang. That single point gave birth to time, space, mater and energy. And for some reason that what was, kept on being. The world didn't collapse or shred to tears, it was in harmony. There was a perfect balance between everything that existed.
During billions of years matter kept travelling in a universe which had the exact conditions to allow the birth of atoms. Gravity kept pulling matter together. One atom at a time, after billions of years asteroids, planets, stars, solar systems and galaxies were born.
On so it happened that one galaxy had a solar system which had a zone able to support life. Not only was it in a right zone, but it had an atmosphere, a protective magnetic field and
Detective Trask: Episode 10-L'oeuf ou la poule?Détective Trask Épisode 10 L'uf ou la poule?More Like This
Il faisait noir. Le seul bruit qu'on entendit était un léger vent. On ressentit une certaine flottaison. Celle-ci sembla nous amener vers le haut. On entendit un murmure. À mesure que l'on s'approcha, le murmure devint une chanson. Toujours la même phrase. Comme si une cassette était brisée. Une voix d'homme. Il avait un accent. Français probablement. C'était un air connu. Cette phrase. On la répéta. Sans cesse. Un point au loin. Lumineux. On s'approcha, approcha. C'était la lune. Les paroles étaient claires maintenant. « Au clair de la lune » Toujours cette phrase On s'approcha de la Lune comme si l'on allait y alunir. La voix était de plus en plus forte. C'était la voix de cet homme. Le « maître ». L'élafiste. On pouvait maintenant le voir, il berçait quelque chose. C'était ovale et blanc.
Age of Rebirth part 1More Like This
As always, Skyrim punished its children with another freezing night. Soon the winter would come and even The Reach would be covered with snow. But that didn't worry Delphine. As remote as the Sky Haven Temple was, the surrounding mountains provided strong protection from the icy winds and snowstorms. It was the food stocks that they would have to be careful with.
She had seen some rabbits strolling around the courtyard few days ago, but other than that, it seemed that the animals had started to depart for more secure lands. After the snow had fallen it'd be difficult to find quarry, let alone chase it. The supplies they had stored inside the temple would last couple of months, the winter at least four. They'd have to start stocking up pretty soon. Hopefully their gold would be enough; Markath had started to become an expensive city lately. No doubt the Silver-Bloods should be thanked for that.
But as harsh as the night was, Delphine only had to look up to see the more gentle side of Sk
Naruto Elder Scroll Chapter 2More Like This
Naruto: Elder Scroll
Chapter 2: Advice
Many people have given me advice to the choices I make in my future. Those are the exact same people that I idolize because of their work. Many of them hidden from the history books or known for the bad deeds they have done, I don't care about that, all I care is if what they did good was benefiting the arrival of peace.
-How the Gutsy Shinobi Came to Life
* * *
The young genin could not believe what she had just heard; she asked whilst trying to stay calm, "Can you please repeat what you just said?"
"What I said was that last night, your brother Shiren Namikaze has betrayed the village and now joined a new group that is being formed with other powerful shinobi from the alliances. They are calling the organization Akatsuki, a sworn enemy of the Ninja Alliance," replied her sensei calmly.
As silence filled the Namikaze courtyard, Yahiko Hatake nervously tried thinking of ways to help his student and her family b
Fake LoveMy name is Ulquiorra Cifer. I am in love with my best friend.More Like This
Sounds cheesy enough? I know it does. It is not like it was my decision, it just happened. And it has been like this for a while too. But there is nothing I can do about it other than try to act naturally when I am around him and never share my real thoughts with anyone. Disaster would ensue if I did.
I am not the kind of person who shares their thoughts or the kind of person who enjoys human contact either. Nobody is surprised to know that I have only one or two friends, nor would they bother me about my love life, since it would be normal that I showed no interest in anyone else. In fact, most people consider it strange that I am capable of getting along with any human being, let alone the man that I am secretly in love with.
His name is Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez and he is the complete opposite to me. He is loud, boisterous and popular. From the tips of his blue hair, to his ragged black sneakers adorned with flames; all of hi
RenegatRenégatMore Like This
Le bruit lent des sabots d'un cheval dans le sable.
Le cavalier, tête baissée, et son silence.
La route, devant, sans fin ; les dunes immenses.
Son fourreau vide qui cogne contre la selle.
Il laisse derrière le corps d'un vieil érable
Mort. Ses branches par terre ont perdu leur essence.
Il ne se retourne pas. Solitaire, il pense.
À ce que le Temps et les Choix ont d'immuables.
Et il avance seul, sans savoir vraiment où,
Poursuivant un rêve aux contours polis de flou :
Il veut serrer en lui l'amour de tout un monde,
Le mêler à son cur, et l'offrir aux yeux purs.
Il veut laisser couler, partout, de sa verdure,
Et devenir alors une fontaine ronde.
Detective Trask: Episode 1- Le commencementC'était une journée qu'une personne ordinaire aurait présumée tranquille, ce qui n'était pas le cas du détective Allan Trask. Même s'il n'y avait eu personne de l'avant-midi et qu'il pleuvait à boire debout, il savait que quelque chose d'important allait arriver. Il faut expliquer que le détective Allan Trask est quelqu'un à part des autres.More Like This
Allan Trask a un don. Un don hors du commun. Cela avait commencé par un sens de l'empathie très développé. Ce sens se transforma en don extra-sensoriel. Il était capable de non seulement ressentir l'émotion des gens, mais aussi voir leur passé seulement en les touchant. Un peu plus tard, ce don s'est transposé vers les objets, et finalement les lieux. Même son apparence est différente des autres. Complètement chauve, les yeux noirs, petit et frêle; tout cela lui donne une étrange aura. Mais la peur qu'une personne aurait en sa pré
Aquarius: Children Of The Celestial SeaMore Like This
AQUARIUS: Children of the Celestial Sea
Zodiac Sign Aquarius
The concept of Astrology or “study of the stars” has been around since the ancient world and can be traced as far back as the first dynasty of Mesopotamia.
For some the stars are a portent of the future and help inform one on the best course of action to take based on the stars’ alignment. If born under a specific “star” or month during the year you may have certain characteristics and manneri
Your parents are artistsI've been looking for the best artist in the world, someone to help me express what you make me feel...More Like This
But my life goes like always, you know, covered of darkness and without going through something to break the monotony.
The sky color reminds me of her eyes, her deep sad eyes, her long and sensuous fingers, her warm tongue of exquisite flavor, her tenderness masquerading as loneliness and melancholy...
It becomes a great joy when falling on your psychotic world, when sink into your hugs and kisses, it becomes an immense joy.
In this way, loneliness, despair and hate lead you to madness.
A man devastated by the tragedy, that feels empty inside, disbelieved and immune to pain.
The hate blurs the feelings, annihilates the reasoning...
I sigh deeply, because I also I become a victim of your beautiful curse.
And in the sweet mornings of the world, your gaze is lost on the path that leads to my death.
That is why I walk with my head down, because that beauty is compared with you, and becau
I Once Dreamed...I once dreamed that I had you here beside me, in my arms. I could feel your warmth against my skin and I could smell your wonderful scent. It reminded me of spring time, right after the rain.More Like This
But better than your warmth and better than your scent, was the amount of happiness it brought me to have you here, embracing you. You and you alone, had the ability to chase the loneliness away. It was a wonderful feeling and a feeling that disappears within an instant as I realize that you’re not real. You’re only a figment of my imagination. There is only coldness beside me and only my own scent that envelops me.
Yet, despite knowing this, it doesn’t stop me from dreaming of you. I don’t know who you are but in my dreams, you exist. Perhaps you are real, perhaps you are not but sometimes, I like to pretend that my unknown lover is real. I love to tell myself that you and I are meant to be, that we have known each other in previous lives and that our love was so strong, t
She is one of those girlsI always thought she felt good about herself to be at my side, no matter the place or situation, but I have found she won't.More Like This
Now I must aspire with rancor and close my ears to the world: I must talk to myself:
Put myself on your shoes.
How difficult it must be for her to accept that loves me.
And I cannot throw myself to the tragedy, she is not the only thing in my life.
There is a belief, the only faith I profess is the confidence of eternal love, the wisdom of a bewildering passion, and I only accept as truth what I can rationally understand: you.
The nights are cold, the nights are sad. They are the tears shed when you remember that she it is not a fantasy.
And it is in those moments when you think you could do anything for her ... commit a crime. I've heard that people abandoned to death, a day before they receive a last meal. The best of their life.
And it is in these crazy things when I think I would ask one last kiss, a moment with you. The best of my life.
She is one of those g
The Girl With WaterColor Eyes and a Sad SmileI really wish,More Like This
You’d open up your eyes.
Look away from the blinding light.
Of all those things you always compare yourself to.
I wish you’d notice all the pretty little things,
Not all the imperfect things,
That you wish you could change.
Or you simply wish you could take scissors and a sewing needle,
To rid yourself of the trouble.
Of being you.
You don’t see the quiet little details,
Like your water color eyes.
That are perfectly green,
And blue that add to their bright sheen.
The soft colors run into each other,
Like a splash of color from a paint brush.
But they keep they’re brilliance,
So only the people who take the time to appreciate them,
Can see the way they sparkle,
Even when they’re filled with tears to their brim.
You can’t notice the smile,
That always seems to be in denial.
That they’ll ever be good enough.
But it in itself is proof that you are.
That it’s soft and perfect.
The Red Silk Dress"Are you just about finished in there?" I shouted impatiently, my fingers drumming on my knee.More Like This
"Alright, alright, give me two seconds." Maria called back to me, her sing-song voice laced with amusement. "So? What do you think?"
My eyes widened as she stepped out of the changing room, a smile on her pretty face. Despite the fact that I was sitting, we were almost at eye-level, Maria standing at her full height of 5 foot 5. Her petite body was wrapped tightly in red silk, showing off the delicateness of her figure. The hemline of the short dress stopped at her mid-thigh, her thin legs completely bare. Her hair had fallen from its usual bun, the white blond strands resting on her shoulders.
"That good, huh?" She whispered, placing a finger under my chin.
"Mhmm." I managed, my voice caught in the back of my throat. Her blue eyes twinkled with unheard laughter, her hand moving to stroke the side of my face.
"I never thought you were the type to get flustered, James." Maria joked, smirking a
.Red lips.I see you every night with the same lipstick.More Like This
Red lips open and close with the music.
They leave a mark on your empty glass..
The ice is melting slowly, as you wait for him..
You are looking at the crowd with restless eyes.
You don't leave hope behind.
Every night at the same table, patience.
You play nervously with your cigarettes.
I want to talk to you..
But I fear an empty smile out of politeness
Your magic would be gone just like that.
We look like now..
Every night I wait for you.
I look forward to when our eyes will finally meet.
I Dare You To Read This [Author x Reader]I Dare You To Read ThisMore Like This
[Author x Reader]
I dare you to read this all the way through. You’ll get a prize at the end. I promise. Just read this all the way through. You don’t need to be embarrassed! It’s just you and me here, and I won’t make fun of you – I swear. Trust me, I’m in no position to be doing that.
Can I start?
Okay, I’m going to.
I’m going to start by saying that you are [Full Name]. You are, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You are [Full Name], and there’s not another [Full Name] on anywhere else.
Don’t take that literally.
Of course, there are probably tons of people with the same first name, maybe a handful of people with the same full name. However, those [Full Name] s, are not the same [Full Name] as you. The [Nick Name] – is it alright if I call you that? Or rather the [Preferred Alias] reading this, is different from, may
Bard's LamentMy steps are attached to the ground that holds your kingdom. I saw you once upon a time, when I first came with my humble lyre to play some joy and some pain, and I never left.More Like This
I wonder ; forgotten princess, could the comb you once held in your hand now untangle the torment of my mind?
I wonder; does the mirror that reflected your eyes still stand unbroken; and could it take me where wanders your mind?
I wonder; did the two thousand steps of your castle porch kiss your feet when you climbed them for the last time?
I wonder; do the walls cry at night seeing you forever asleep?
And I, the poorest of all minstrels, I shall destroy my instrument and use its strings to make a bow. And send my everything to you, on an arrow, since I cannot climb up to you holding on your locks, like Rapunzel, or fighting the dragon like Sleeping Beauty. I will send my most beautiful scores, and maybe the touch of my heart’s ink will at last wake you up.
I will sit under your balcony, on the very spot
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches firesMore Like This
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
SFS: Lineage (Chapter Eight)Shepard Family Stories: LineageMore Like This
(The SSV Aegis, Captain's Quarters)
Kaycee Shepard sits alone in her daughter's quarters, her face buried in her hands. Visible tear tracks etch lines into her visage. Nightmarish thoughts tear through her mind like ravaging varren. Her mother's body lying in a pool of her own blood, the screaming wounded on the Presidium, all flash before her eyes over and over. Why now? I thought we were done with the fighting, the sacrifice, the loss.
Hillary's voice sounds over the intercom, "Excuse me, Commander?"
Kaycee wipes her eyes, "What's up Hillary?"
"You have a call from the Citadel. Shall I patch it through?"
"Sure, thanks Hillary."
The vid-screen comes to life, revealing Councilor Tevos, her expression grim. "Commander Shepard…..I'm sorry about your mother. I'll make this quick, time is of the essence."
"What are you talking about?"
"Many wish to turn you straight over to the terrorists, Sparatus and I disagree.
The Battle in Me: Chapter 3There were phrases that Shepard’s standard translator could not convert into another language; idioms, colloquialisms, or even the odd pop culture reference. But this time, it didn’t matter how many languages her translator made available to her. There was no possible way, in any language, to tell Joker the truth of what she had done. Shepard saw her friend stand in front of her, trying to put on a brave, happy face despite his pain. A pain she had inflicted.More Like This
For once, the great, eloquent Commander Shepard was speechless.
“I know I might not be at the top of your ‘Most Likely to Survive’ list, but you can at least try to look to look like you’re not surprised to see me,” Joker laughed weakly. “Or, y’know, happy.”
She managed to muster up a smile. “Sorry. Just…tired is all. It’s good to see you.”
“That’s it? Good? Great would be a better word. Actually I would go for absolutely fantas
Mass Effect: Legacy - Chapter 1The transport shook rather violently as it reentered normal space and she exhaled the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She was used to being in space, space wasn't the problem, but making a jump in a small transport was quite different than doing so in a ship of respectable size. She looked around the compartment and the faces told her that at least she wasn't alone, the apprehension lay thick.More Like This
"First jump, blue?" Asked the lanky young human to her right, a small chuckle to his voice
"I'm an asari traveling on a transport from Earth, what do you think?" She snarled in response, regretting her tone almost immediately. The boy just stared at her, surprised.
"Sorry..." she sighed "just not used to making the jump in something as... unstable as this. Usually I'm on something more sturdy"
"Unstable?" he responded, banging the bulkhead with a smirk "Alliance' finest! Nothing but sweat, steel and quality. Size isn't everything." his smirk growing wider "Oh, I'm David by the way...
Short Story - I'm your eyes, and you're my heartA Story for Plushy-ChuMore Like This
I’m your eyes, and you’re my heart
Scratz leaned slightly forward. He watched a fish swimming in a stream. Suddenly he heard a giggle from behind. As he turned his head Speckle had her face turned toward him, her ears pricked, “What are you so exited about that you’re tickling me with your twitchy tail?”
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t meant to tickle you”, Scratz felt stupid, “I watched a… fish.”
“A fish? I didn’t know fishes are that interesting”, Speckle smiled gentle and stroked Scratz’s tail which was laying on her legs.
“Well. Sometimes they are, but only while I’m… Um, I meant”, Scratz searched for the right words as Speckle giggled again, “While you’re bored. I know that the time with me mostly isn’t fun at all. I don’t take it bad.”
“It isn’t like that!” Scratz prote
Mass Effect Pathways: Chapter 355/10/2210More Like This
Ria watched helplessly as the sword descended for her throat, time having slowed to a near crawl. This is it, she thought weakly, knowing full well that she couldn't hope to halt this finishing blow.
Right as the blade was less than an inch away from her throat; a bellowing shout filled the air as the assassin was violently torn out sight. The sword's tip cut into the walkway beside of her head, missing her by a hair's breath.
Urging her unresponsive limps to move, Ria found that the burning agony from before at retreated to a dull ache. Pushing herself off the floor, she saw that the assassin had been thrown twenty feet through the air to land on his back.
Turning her head to follow the trajectory of his fall; her eyes fell upon the source of the attack. It was Daron! The mercenary stood at the end of the walkway; a vortex of blue light whirling around him. The mercenary held a pistol in one hand while the other was drawn back as if poised to strike. Even in the dar
Mass Effect Pathways: Chapter 224/29/2210More Like This
"Well, I guess the whole thing started when the council contacted Shepard about five years ago with another mission." Tali began, speaking slowly and thoughtfully so she could ensure she didn't miss anything. "In the few years previous, Shepard had been assigned to several missions: however, most these were fairly minor. Consulting with other spectres who needed his knowledge for an assignment, or taking down dangerous merc groups, that sort of thing."
"Ya, I've had to do a lot of that...sort of thing. You wouldn't think most spectre assignments tend to be so mundane most of the time." Garrus noted.
"Yes, John said much the same thing once ... but anyways, right away I knew this was different somehow. The way he reacted when he got that call..." Tali trailed off into silence, what she has been going to say lost in her throat as she remembered the worried look in her lifemate's eyes as he had read the report the council had sent him, and then his odd insistence that s
Aki'Rao vas Kahlina, The Quarian SniperName: Aki'Rao vas KahlinaMore Like This
Age: 25 Human Years (finished her Pilgrimage four years ago)
Marital Status: Single
Relatives: Kiril'Rao (Twin Brother), Nadya'Rao (Mother), Karris'Vex (Father)
Base of Operations: The Kahlina (under Commander Kal'Reegar)
Place of Birth: The Rayya
Occupation: Sniper for the Migrant Marines
Height: 5'6" Weight: 117 lbs (outside of bio-armor) Eyes: Green Skin: Pale Blue with glowing purple lines.
Armor: Jet Black Bio-suit, Cloth (hood and wrapping) is a dark blue. Mask glass is a crimson color (allows for thermal scanning), lights on the suit are a midnight blue.
Special Additions: Pouch on hip for ex
Lyra Borealis the Asari OperativeMore Like This
File Number 3445598-30LTB
Real Name: Lyra T'Rial Borealis
Marital Status: Married
Relatives: Unknown (Encrypted)
Base of Operations: Mobile, Her own personal Spectre craft (The Anubis).
Place of Birth: Thessia
Occupation: Council Spectre
Height: 5'9" Weight: 195 lbs. Eyes: Bright green Skin: Light Blue Markings: Tattoo that covers back and small red markings on her cheeks and brow.
Outfit: Tetra-weave mesh undershirt/tanktop (dark red), Black jacket with silver linings (capable of stopping small-caliber rounds), tight black tetra-weave pants. Monomolecular-bladed knife in boot.
Pre-Reaper War: M-37 Falcon
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Her final defiant shout was lost as her world blossomed in beautiful, terrifying, all-consuming light and heat. She heard her flesh sizzling and searing and smelled the acrid stench of it even as she inhaled those hungry flames and felt the terrible intensity of the living fire within her breast. The agony crushed her physically and lit every nerve in hyper-sensitive torment as she felt herself picked up and thrown like so much trash across an endless expanse of forever.
It was her end. Again. Her last moments. Again.
A part of her absently recalled those thoughts of despair from before. Since her resurrection, she spent hours each day living in that memory of the woman who should be dead. They haunted her soul shadowing every act in her life with a reminder of impermanence, wrongness, time stolen and the cold touch of death on her heart.
The certainty of death while she dr
Mass Effect-DestinyPrologueMore Like This
In 2157 the first human recorded contact with other life in the galaxy was during the Mass Relay 314 incident. The humans had attempted to reactivate the forbidden 314 relay, which had been sealed centuries before by the council in a attempt to prevent the rachni from returning. The turians had attacked the humans in order to stop them, which resulted in the First Contact War.
What neither race knew was that this was not the first time that the council had attempted to make contact with the people of Earth 145 years before. The asari councilor had led a small group of respresentatives to Earth to make contact with the people of the Sol System. When the council flagship at the time, The Accension, landed on Earth it had landed outside a small city that was not really that well known to the rest of the country. The military had moblized in attempt to prevent what they thought was a hostile invasion from unknown enemies. When the asari stepped out of the flagship she was greet by
After the Reapers (my ME3-ending) CH. 2CHAPTER 2 THE NIGHT OF VICTORY (GarrusxFemShep)More Like This
That night had been incredible, the Earth on fire under the deadly beams of Reapers had suddenly turned into a theater of cheerful shouts and tears of joy, kisses and hugs.
The machines had suddenly collapsed thunderously to the ground like inanimate puppets, smashing buildings and crushing other victims, but abruptly ending a nightmare from which it seemed impossible to wake up.
Garrus and Liara had followed Shepard, running with her at breakneck speed and watching her back, up to the moment she was hit by the beam.
After the impact Garrus had run towards that point, sure to see before his eyes the last thing he wanted to see, then a column of white light had blinded them.
But she had vanished into thin air, there were neither traces of carbonized organic material nor of deformed and melted eezo.
Garrus just finished shooting the semi-synthetics surrounding him, then slumped amid the rubble in shock.
Then the Reapers had suddenly
Mass Effect: The Waiting AreaOne moment, there was darkness and pain and nothing else.More Like This
Commander Shepard managed to take a breath...and she quickly exhaled "Oh!" as she shot up into a sitting position in her bed on the Normandy, in her short-sleeved Alliance uniform. Disoriented, confused, she reflexively placed a hand to her forehead. "M-my quarters...?"
Just like that, her eyes snapped open and alert as she looked halfway across the room to the lounge area...and saw a man sitting there on the large comforter. He was just beyond middle age, with white hair and beard, dressed simply yet elegantly in an ivory suit. He looked at her with a bored expression that nonetheless seemed to analyze her.
Shepard asked tensely, "Who are you?"
He answered, "I am the Architect. I have been waiting for you."
The tension in Shepard built. She didn't move, suddenly unsure of where she was...unsure of the state of things. "Are...are you any relation to the Catalyst?"
"Oh good lord, no. I would descri
ME3 - NightmaresTitle: NightmaresMore Like This
Timeline: Before reaching Cerberus Headquarters
Main characters: Alais Shepard and Liara T'Soni
It was dark, pitch black, she couldn't even see her hand in front of her face, 'where am I?' she thought. Then as suddenly as the thought left her mind a white light appeared in the distance, with no place else to go she ran towards it while it became bigger and bigger until it engulfed her and then she saw... "Kaidan?!"
"It's the right choice and you know it Ash" he said, it was Virmire, Kaidan was holding back the geth defending the bomb that was supposed to blow up the whole facility "it was an honor working with you commander, I don't regret a thing..."
Shock and confusion took over Shepard's face "what? No, Kaidan!! I'm sorry..." she said painfully, trying to reach out to him, but then the explosion came and everything went white as she closed her eyes protecting them from the flash. When she opened them, a massive tall stru
The EntryMore Like This
Title: The Entry
Game: Mass Effect 3
Disclaimer: Owned by Bioware
So, this is an unusual departure for me. I am on my third run of ME3 and I was staring at my FemShep who is romancing Garrus and I finally figured something out about her. I don't know why I figured this out about her but I did at like 9 morning it wasn't intentional but I just looked at her, the way I played the game, and I came up with why she acts this way in my head. I'm not trying to be ground breaking or a revolutionary with this. Hell I'm probably taking a great risk posting this the way it is. And this is why Bioware is so awesome because they gave us something that could inspire this, though the thought on closure is rather uh...yeah. This is my MAIN FemShep and I have 4 more FemSheps and six MSheps. Each one unique and varied but for her I just realized this is why she fights, is a kind soul, and does what she does the way she does it and I just wanted to
Someday You Will Be Loved Ch. 1More Like This
Avert your eyes.
Avert your eyes.
Look away now; before he catches you staring!
You're such an idiot Markus. Such an... damn it.
"I, uh..." Want you. I want you to press me up against the wall, kiss me violently, confess to me that you've always known how I felt, that you've always felt the same way, confess that you've always wanted me the way I want you, as much as I want you. I want to marry you, settle down somewhere and adopt a bunch of kids and love happily ever after. I want- "Could you go up to the bridge and ask Joker how we're doing? I'll get up there in a minute."
Kaidan looked confused at him for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, sure."
It took all of Markus' willpower not to grab the lieutenant and pull him against himself as he left to take to elevator up from the cargo bay.
Eventually you'll have to get over him, Markus. He's not gay. It'll never happen, no matter how much you wish for it.
Even though he'd known thi