The Bear and The Thief: Chapter 3 Chapter 3: Remember the NameMore Like This
“Well,” I said, grinning just a little in an attempt to fain being carefree in the face of a woman the likes of which I’d never seen, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were coming on to me.”
“Don’t even start,” the woman quite literally growled at me, “Just hand over the amulet. I’ll lift my knee out of your ribs, and we both go home. However,” she pressed her knee into my chest a little more, “I’m not at all above taking it off your corpse.”
“Alright,” I said, hastily piecing together a plan, it wasn’t much, but it would have to do, “First, a question if I may, do my elf eyes deceive me, or did you turn into a bear just then? I thought the companions became werewolves.”
“I’m a little less typical,” it seemed like she almost
Yugioh FInal Fantasy Crossover Chapter 5Chapter 5More Like This
The next morning, Yugi woke up to the sound of the door of the visitor house opening. He peeked blearily over his blanket to see Kiki standing next to him, smiling. She was holding some kind of plant with a root that looked like a gold colored carrot.
"Wake up sleepyhead! " She said cheerfully. "Today we start your riding lessons!"
Yugi yawned and stretched before sitting up, being mindful of the low ceiling of his bed niche. Yugi glanced at the plant Kiki was holding. "What is that?" he asked curiously. "A Gysahl Green," Kiki explained. "They are a chocobo's favorite food. It will be easier to get the chocobos to trust you if you feed them one of these first."
Kiki laid the green on the table and started to leave. "Mama will be here shortly with breakfast, so you need to go ahead and get washed up and dressed. Last night, Mama brought some new clothes for you and your friends since your other clothes are in pretty bad shape." She nodded to the piles of clothing on the table.
Yogscast - Fluxified - Chapter 2: Flux FoundChapter 2: Flux FoundMore Like This
Knowing that there’s something wrong with you, and being able to do something about it, is what makes a person human, either getting help, or doing simple things to help yourself. But how can you fix something not within your control.
Lalna always woke up at 5 am, he has tried going to bed later, going to bed earlier, and even used sleeping pills, but he still always woke up at 5 am on the dot.
He shot up gasping for air, whipped his head around the room to see if anyone was around, but there was only Nano, who was still asleep. The nightmare had freaked him out a little, but he calmed himself down, taking deep breaths. Only to look to the side and see his alarm clock clearly saying 6am. He grabbed his wrist watch on his side table to make sure, and this too said 6 am.
‘Why did I have that dream? Who was that figure? Why did I wake up so late?’
These questions, mixed with the ones from before, were making him feel dizzy. He swung himself o
XCOM: Tackling a GiantThe sirens sounded, klaxons blaring, and I spilled my coffee in fright. The inevitable time had arrived, and it had done so on my shift. "Fantastic," I muttered, pulling on my flight suit as a robotic voice spoke over the intercom.More Like This
"Attention, all personnel. Hostile contact reported in Canadian airspace. Overseer-class contact. Scramble interceptors immediately." The message looped back to its start, just in case there was anyone in the facility that hadn't noticed. Although we'd never successfully brought down an Overseer before, according to the map that was beeping in the room, this new contact was closer to the base than any previous encounter. There was a significant chance of us bringing this one down. I sprinted to the hangar, my coffee forgotten.
We are at war. No-one wants to admit it, but humanity is under attack. We face an enemy unlike any before, an enemy that strikes from the shadows at where we are most vulnerable. We face an alien force, one with an almost insurmounta
Reflected StarsHe is her sanctuary, whom she falls into the warm and loving embrace of when she simply cannot face the world-- when a task proves too difficult or if her emotions are too much to deal with on her lonesome. Comforting, gentle; his hold that encircles her scarily-slim waist is as just as fragile as the honey blonde herself as she seeks the much needed refuge from the outside world, and to revel in these moments bittersweet as he soothes her worries away. She, in turn, does the same for him if the tables were turned-- if he so needs someone, or somewhere, to seek safety in--, and that is naught but another reason why both he and she, this red-eyed boy and this grey-eyed girl, love each other so.More Like This
As she lays on her side inside of that caring hold, that gaze tinged a peculiar shade of such a dull colour move themselves up to his features; moving around to study his expression, stopping, averting from his own stare, and then repeating. A nervous set of actions as he spoke to her about count
NewRedShipping OneshotEnervated.More Like This
A word used to describe when one feels deprived of energy or vitality; to feel as though function itself is too much of a struggle at the current time. It was this little noun in which could be used to describe the girl perfectly within these fleeting moments, with her legs crossed as she sat on the sand, her head tilted back onto the wall of rocks as a half opened and grey gaze scanned over the scene before—of a beach, or rather the people in which inhabited the area at the current moment. Gleeful cries, and the widest smiles on a majority of the people’s faces—adult or child—as they would muck around on the shore; some trudging through waist-deep water, and even some of the younger children playfully running after and retreating from the waves either by themselves, with a friend or two, or even with a single parent. To say that she did not mind such a display would be naught but a lie, for the sight of seeing such a happy and perfect little family,
In the Dead of NightWhen Red got a glimpse of a black winged figure in the skies of Mt. Silver, what he felt was someone broken.More Like This
He never got a chance to get a better look, but he had a feeling that it was Leaf. The girl did not have much to do following their separation, and none of them were in contact anymore. It was nighttime now, and he had to prepare to get warm enough to sleep.
Red felt he would get off of this mountain soon, to hopefully take her broken wings and heal them up. But that day wasn't today just yet.
All he could do now was wait.