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Drahal, the World of Joining.Imagine this for me:
A world both infinitely far away and alien to you, yet just before you - and so similar in so many ways. It has seen the birth of gods, wars of angels, times of peace, hardship, suffering - and times of great love. Heroes come and go, carried to this world where technology and magic are one and the same, their adventures becoming but faded legends, in time.
Populated over time by many races, from many realms - from Humans to Kree'th, and from Mice to Dragons - creatures you will never be able to imagine and you probably will never see.
It is a world of great beauty, lush green forests, towering snow-capped mountains. Huge lakes and the grand oceans beyond. Things those heroes fought to protect from great evils. This world has long since forgotten it's old purpose, it's origins, and has made it's own story.
I'm telling you about this because I know this is the last time I will ever see it, in this form at least. It's become... like a second home for me, where I was
DRAHAL - This New Covenant
Knock us down and tear us apart, destry our hope and faith in you, for we have eachother now. The stars will set on an age of war and rise to face the age of the New Covenant. Now you are the one who must stand against all of us, as we rebuild what once was from the ashes of a once-great empire of Drahal.
Halo The Eternal Honour previewThis is the Beginning of Your End
November Second, 2552
The Sangheili Elites. Since the beginning of the Covenant, they were the protectors of the San 'Shyuum. They gave their lives and killed billions for the religion and promises of these Prophets.
The Minister of Peace looked down at the Sangheili Major below him. He sighed, as if he cared about the warrior, and placed a bony hand on her shoulder. She was kneeling before where he had previously been seated, and was glaring with an expression of rage at a hologram of Tel'Xammee; a councillor and former, she considered, friend.
"And you managed to loose the leader of your group, or did you just decide to go rogue?"
"Go rogue?" She looked at the Prophet, a growl escaping her jaws. "Just last time you saw us you were giving us all blessings. Now you say 'Xamm is a criminal, I am a rouge, and 'Moram is a failure of an Honour Guard."
"That doesn't answer my question,
This Story This story starts with a single being.
It was alone in an infinite blackness scattered with fragments of an ancient dead realm for unimaginable lengths of time. Infinitely wise, infinitely powerful, and the last survivor in this dead place. It had existed for such a length of time that it could remember almost nothing of the realm that had existed once before.
It had woken to this near-nothingness not all that long ago, and could remember it had a purpose. It just couldn't quite remember what that purpose was, as if it's past life had been a dream and it had been woken suddenly. So it wandered the ruined and shattered remains of what it assumed had once been it's home.
In time, it remembered some things, but these were only, really, useless fragments of its past. After searching for so long and finding nothing, it was taken greatly by surprise when it discovered an old, drifting, place that seemed to still be functioning. It dr
LoaC Pt 1: Please Reman Calm. The day had been, thus far, a peaceful one.
It had been almost a month since the last time the Eslaoni attacked the Aschi, but no-one in their military was getting comfortable; indeed, it probably meant they were just massing their forces for a bigger attack than before. The Analyst was a pessimist, and he found it strange that The Creator was so calm. This was their last defendable system, with two colonies and their home world.
For now, however, life was as normal for the Aschi here. The Analyst peered out of a window. No signs of panic, no burning trees and buildings. He made a bubbling sound a sigh then returned to his desk. The Aschi themselves, without their carapace-like shells or armour, seemed somewhere between a frog and a snail. Their skin and flesh was fairly squishy, grey or brown, and often seemed to shift its shape over the basic skeleton of the creatures. They were excellent at jumping and climbing; with powerful legs ha
Prelude to the Ages Beggining.
- Prelude to the Ages -
>> Aschi home-world, home of Qhragu, 'The Creator'.
The sleek building towered above the other pretty little glass structures below, like a great fin breaking water. Narrow glass strips ran along its smooth, narrow surface windows that provided a terrific view of the space elevator not more than a mile away, reaching up out the blue-purple atmosphere into space - as its name suggested. The Creator, however, was watching one of the large glass tanks in the centre of the roughly triangular room.
Inside the smooth water-container was a creature that resembled a squid, though it was small enough for The Creator to carry in her arms.
She herself stood at around seven feet tall, with arms about three feet in length. Her long, thick neck, most of the thickness being provided by the large curving crest on its back, rose to observe the creature. She had called the race 'Kree'th', and the one she held here had been the first to b
Degreaser What happens when you spray a greaser with degreaser? That question had been lingering in your mind ever since you had helped Karkat clean his hive and today was the day you would finally have your answer. Taking your spray bottle in hand you go in search of a certain greaser friend of yours.
~Be the reader. Do It!~
"Target sighted." you think excitedly as you approach Cronus. "Hey Cro wait up!" you call, effectively drawing his attention.
"Yo ___ vwat's up?"
"I have a question for you."
"So you've finally decided you vwant some of this," He grins gesturing to himself.
"No," you laugh "I was wondering what happens when you spray a greaser with degreaser." you pull out your bottle and spray him full in the chest...You waited for something to happen...
"Vwat the fuck vwas that?!" he asked shocked "ya know what, never mind he said turning to leave. You notice a thin
Sober!Gamzee X AnyGender!Troll!ReaderYou didn’t suspect it. He didn’t ask for it, so you never knew. Now you were terrified, your mind screaming at you. You can hear the honks, loud, then soft. Your bloodpumper jumped at every honk you heard. “(Name)!” He yelled. His voice was dry, and cracked, but very high and giggly, like a child’s. You cut down an alleyway, throwing yourself at the fence and scrambling up the damned thing, losing your shoes and your weapon, which was a fold up axe umbrella. You swear, and then land heavily on the other side of the fence, your ankles screaming with protest. “We’re not playin’ motherfucking hide and seek, [Name]!” He yelled. He’s close; you can hear his juggling clubs scrape against the ground and his steps. You dive into the nearest trash deposit, landing on something squishy. Whatever it was, the liquid drips on your arm and seeps into your clothing. You almost scream with disgust. But a sudden honk makes you jump and burrow
Deadlox x Reader Part 1 (?)A/N Hey, this is my first fanfiction and I'm new here, so keep that in mind when you read this. Feedback, whether good or bad, is appreciated. Just don't hate. *gives a cookie*
You trudge through the snow, every step sinking a block, making it hard to walk. The freezing wind bites at your bare hands, and your fingers grow numb. You stuff your hands into the pockets of your (f/c) hoodie. Most of the clothes you own you're wearing at the moment, which isn't a lot: 2 T-shirts, 2 hoodies, and a pair of torn jeans. Despite the pathetic attempt to stay warm, your teeth chatter and you're shaking uncontrollably.
The whirling snow flurries in the wind make it hard to see, and you stumble over something and nearly fall. Your legs scream in protest as you struggle on, leaning into the wind. You stumble again and fall this time, sinking into the cold, soft snow. Your tired mind screams at you to get up, but your body stays still. Your eyes start to close, and the last thing you remember is
Wie bitte? (Tutor!GermanyxStudent!Reader) Ch. 9The tour of Marburg with your new group had gone well enough, though, like the way to your house, many of the places you went to involved climbing hills or going up stairs. And you understood everything, but that was because the tour was given in English. Group leader Gilbert had intended for everyone to go back to the Mensa, but those plans soon changed.
On the way back, you noticed an interesting-looking building on the street. The place was clearly old, with what looked to be hand-blown glass windows and a traditional brown and white facade. Above the door, a sign read “Sudhaus.” Well, the name doesn’t really mean much of anything to me… Peering through a window in the front door, you found that you couldn’t immediately tell what lay within the place.
“What is this place?” you decided to ask Gilbert, who took one look at the building and began to laugh (What an annoying laugh! you thought).
“I see you have good ta
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Era una mañana de noviembre, era bastante fría; yo traía una bufanda azul muy larga, en estos días nunca me la quito, realmente me encanta traerla. Caminaba a casa de mi mejor amiga, que como quisiera que fuera más que eso; llegue a su c
Oc's interview - Marcela
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------* Reportage's music: active mode * XD
Angelina: Hi all again! Welcome to another edition of: "Oc's Interview"! Where we inquired about the secrets of a character! This time we have a very mysterious wolf, her nickname is "The Night Princess", with you: Marcela!
Suddenly a ray goes from nowhere and destroys the tape where the music sounded and then Marcela comes with a finger smoking...
Angelina: Wow! D:
Marcela: Okay! Finish this quick, I have three things to do ¬¬ And do not play that music, it irritates me.
Angelina: Well, who would say, Marcela, you are very different that Fairyfoo! You are... :T
Marcela: More sexy and mature than her? Yes, that's obvious, that girl looks like a 5 year old! XD Anyway... Quick with the questions... I have to go to kidnap a little boy named Timmy! >:3
Angelina: Well, uh ... O_O? You kidnap Children?
Marcela: No, only o
A new Director Chapter 3: Surprised changesThe next days at the KSC involved Samuel going round to the facilities to inspect the work going on there. He frequently scribbled down notes on his clipboard, but what really got under everyone’s skin was the fact that he kept repeating the phrase, “The standards here are seriously falling I’m afraid…” The technicians and shuttles were beginning to feel annoyed and uncomfortable. The previous director had always been gentle when criticizing them, and according to NASA’s reports, the KSC standards had always been up to date. But now it seemed like Samuel was criticizing everything that had been confirmed to be good enough for a good work environment.
Discovery rolled her eyes as overheard, with her superb hearing, Samuel saying that the standards were falling for what seemed like the hundredth time. “My goodness… When is that guy going to shut up?” She growled to Eileen, who was standing nearby viewing the mission plan. “He&
Entrevista a un Oc - Marcela
Entrevista a un Oc!!!
*Músiquita de reportaje modo activo XD*
Angelina: ¡Hola a todos de nuevo! ¡Bienvenidos a una edición más de: Entrevista a un Oc! En donde nosotros indagamos por los secretos de un personaje! En esta ocasión tenemos a una lobita muy misteriosa, su alias es "Princesa de la noche", con ustedes: Marcela!
De repente sale un rayo de la nada y destruye la cinta en donde sonaba la música de reportaje y entonces viene Marcela con uno de sus dedos humeando...
Angelina: ¡Wow! D:
Marcela: Terminemos con esto rápido, tengo cosas que hacer ¬3¬ Y no pongas esa música, me irrita.
Angelina: ¡Bueno, quién lo diría, Marcela eres muy diferente a Fairyfoo! Eres... :T
Marcela: ¿Más sexy y madura que ella? ¡Sí, eso es obvio, esa chica parece una niñ
The Surreal ROMAC fanfics 10th.2.2012SNIPPY'S BAGEL AND THE EXPLODING BOOBS.
Snippy looked out over the wasteland, eyeing his far-off prize.
THE SACRED BAGEL.
The sniper saw Pilot, and cried out in horror as he saw the less sane man bellyflopping-swirly-swirly, toward the bagel at lighting speed.
Suddenly, Eric and Pube and the prostititeseses from Fable III began to rain from the sky, Eric landed union Pilot, and he turned into a rainbow, then exploded, spraying ninja juice all over.
Snippy saw his chance, and ran for the bagel.
Suddenly, an asian Mulan barbie caught under Snippy's shoe. Snippy fell and started to cry.
He watched helplessly as Captain picked up the bagel, then looked at him, blankly.
The Bagel crew crab-like legs, which shot out, as if growing at lightning speed. Tentacles flew from it's hole and engulfed the Captain.
The Cancer-bagel ate Snippy.
All the ROMAC OCs watched.
"What the hell are we doing here?" RQ-4 asked.
"Eating pie, remember." Scientist said.
Then they all exploded.
And the pie was all al
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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