They/Them
Context: Angry Argonian lady who's very tired of guys making "The Lusty Argonian Maid
" references.
The future of warfare in UC.
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I should just mention as one of the last Morrowind fanatics left your story and avatar have made my time on the forums a source of endless joy.
They/Them
I find that very touching to read.
Male lead and his estranged wife.
“Gabriel David Wright!”
“Jennifer Persephone Sharpe…”
“I’m still Wright. I never saw a reason not to be.”
“You may consider yourself always Wright, but to me you will always be Sharpe.”
The future of warfare in UC.
Of all the things to say to a naked woman on your doorstep ‘You must be cold’ was not something he would have chosen as his first response.
Magus
Oh. And Ivan almost forgot Step Three: Profit!
"Give me the cheapest drink you have."
"Here it is - I call it the Taxpayer's Dime."
"Why's it called that?"
"Because it's very quickly pissed away."
edited 24th Jul '15 10:55:58 PM by StrixObscuro
By now, it should be clear to all except the most dense of us that sheep are secretly conspiring to kill us all and steal our pants.
“Now, I am really enjoying the love-making, but I think it would be massively improved if it also contained some actual sex.”
He kissed her. “That’s why you are such a great friend. You have fantastic ideas.”
Main character and his best friend just had an epic fight ending, more or less in a draw.
"Well, Drew, you know how this goes...from this day onward we must be enemies, I'll give you this one, I'll run for now and you'll follow me and we'll fight again. You're a good man, Drew, watch over my Nina for me, she can't follow this path anymore. Goodbye...my old friend.." - Damien Paul
This shall be my true, Start of Darkness
They/Them
I'm Ruthless.
This is from a crossover story that ended in a..shocking way. The Big Good don't realizes it, however...
"-Everything is fine.
-Dude, no.
-What? The villains were defeated, we got the magical red orb back and the world will recover. Look, we didn't even need to kill that last guy.
-Naruto is dead.
-Nice. Now his widow can marry other man!
-Dude, Sasuke betrayed us at the last minute!
-He is alive though.
-The priest ripped off his eyeballs!
-And gave them to his wife so his child don't turns blind in the future!
-Everyone is severely traumatized.
-Naruto was the only good guy that died!
-He was....Naruto. Don't you get it?
-Naruto is overrated. And in fact, we still have our Naruto. Aren't you happy with that?"
edited 26th Jul '15 7:43:45 PM by MeetTheNewBoss
You claim that God is opressing us, but I see you opressing others without needing a God.
The World's Least Powerful Man
"You don't celebrate Hearthswarming?"
"Oh, please. Those grass-munching pricks have even less right to spew that old lie this year than they ever did. If the Windigoes were real, where have they been the last three hundred years? Why didn't they show up when we needed them?"
edited 20th Dec '15 3:57:25 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!
I imagine their first meeting was quite awkward.
This is something my stepdad said that I just have to use in something.
(Our sink had just exploded and water is everywhere. He's about to leave.)
"Don't burn the house down...Well, you can't because the house is wet."
It just made me crack up when he said it.
So, after 20 years of Everyone Can See It, and the efforts of a lover who was a Shipper on Deck (a little odd to write!), even though they claim She Isnot My Girlfriend, they finally get it together.
Its the Morning after the Night Before.
Its all a bit weird for them. He is saying he doesn't want sex, but to make love. They talk for an hour, holding, stroking, resolving the oddity. Then she says
edited 29th Jul '15 12:01:02 PM by Last_Hussar
The future of warfare in UC.
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edited 30th Jul '15 3:25:09 PM by Night
Nous restons ici.
Magus
The future of warfare in UC.
My attempt to summarize the above-mentioned Yoth emperor's views on the world, as told to his son and heir apparent. (In-universe, it's not known which emperor actually said this or if it's apocryphal, but it's generally agreed to be a fair summation of the Hobbesian ruling style of most House Adamantine emperors.)
edited 5th Aug '15 4:15:28 PM by KillerClowns
"Team Ken, baby"
He didn't know why he entertained such morbid thoughts, but he never pushed them away.
This is part of a little digression at the beginning, detailing Charlie's daily routine. Still my favourite line, dunno why.
Stand up against pinkwashing, don't fall for propoganda
The future of warfare in UC.
He snapped back to reality. His mind fought to cope. Was this what going mad was like? Was the deck shifting under his feet or was he just stumbling? Irrationally he seized on a thought to protect himself from thinking about it all at once: every other Newtype saw humans as points of light against the darkness.
She saw them as darkness against a pale gray. Why? What did that mean?
Friendly Neighborhood Lich
Despite the fact that I have several stories planned out, I haven't actually written them yet. However, I have joined a lot of play-by-post RP Gs with my characters in order to develop them a bit more. I remember this one little gem from one such post:
Context: Best friends Daisy and Tiffany are inside a strange house in the middle of nowhere, and suspect it might be haunted. While exploring the house, the two got separated. Daisy had been wandering around the garden outside the entire time, since she is a bit spooked by the whole situation (exploring the house was Tiffany's idea). She is a timid yet polite Green Thumb; Tiffany is a brash and talkative Perky Goth (why they're friends is anyone's guess). At one point, Daisy realizes that Tiffany is still in the house, and reluctantly goes in to investigate, being concerned for her safety. All of a sudden, she hears a creepy voice near the stairway and some footsteps, and starts to freak out.
But the scream didn't last long. A cold-fingered hand clasped over her mouth, and somebody was pressing her against the mint pedestal. Slowly, a face moved into the dim light emanating from the dining room, bearing dark shadowed eyes that seemed to stare right into her soul, and dark lips pulled into a menacing smirk. Whoever this malevolent lady was, she raised a finger and gently pressed it against an exposed part of Daisy's mouth. "Ssssssshhhh," she whispered. "Fear not, Daisy doll. It is I, Mistress of the Black Rose."
Daisy squirmed about, desperately trying to free herself from this woman's grasp, but yet she couldn't find the proper strength to struggle. She had ceased her muffled scream by now... and knowing this, the woman grabbed Daisy's shoulders instead, shoving her over towards the dining room... and more importantly, the light filtering from it. "Honestly, does your memory suddenly draw a blank when you're frightened?" the woman spoke in a decidedly plainer and more mortal voice, carrying a dry yet slightly amused tone to it, that Daisy knew all too well. The light confirmed it, exposing the woman's curly black hair and gothic style of dress.
"...T-t-tiffany!?" Daisy stammered, pointing a shaking finger at her.
"Ahahahaha!" Tiffany laughed, removing her hands from Daisy's shoulders and holding one up next to her face. "I got you good, didn't I? Although, I do eagerly await the day where I actually can be an evil spirit haunting a place like this. At some point this lovely red rose has to die and turn black, right?"
Daisy's cheeks flushed scarlet, and she grabbed the top of Tiffany's vest. "That's NOT funny! I'm serious! This place is creepy enough as it is, and you're only making it worse!"
edited 24th Aug '15 4:36:22 AM by ladytanuki
Come, my child of the devil. Your mother is calling you. Hear my call in Hell's grand hall, where all our dreams come true.
Masaru gazed down at Eustathios. “Who's the pretty boy?” “Another Mainlander,” replied Daichi. “I asked the Redariam about him...apparently he's baggage those four dwarves got saddled with on the way over. I think his name is Steve.” Eustathios turned red. “THAT IS NOT MY NAME!!” he exclaimed. “I – AM – EUSTATHIOS!!” He paused to take a breath, then continued. “I am a great athlete and performer! I have performed on stage under the direction of the greatest elven playwrights! I have sung and acted to the amazement of crowds! I am the greatest elven swordsman to ever rise from the ashes of poverty to the heights of the theatre! I have been in more battles than thou canst shake a finger at in the past few months alone! I – AM – EUSTATHIOS!!!” He sank to his knees, breathing hard. The three Tarsi stared nonchalantly at the elf. “Want some cheese with that ham?” asked Daichi.
Lewis sighed. “Alex, are you sure? This is your last chance to get out of hooking up with my sister and to make a run for it.”