Assassin's Creed II: EternityAssassin's Creed II: Eternity4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
October, 1476. Firenze. Italia.
The people's shouts filled the air with a haunting resonance. He couldn't see what stood at the center of the frenzied mass, but he didn't need to see to know. His feet carried him closer to the podium and through the clumped mass before him. It was early October, the fall season in full swing upon the Italian city-state of Firenze. And today, three men stood upon the gallows awaiting the swift hand of fate to claim their lives as prize.
"Giovanni Auditore," A voice boomed out over the indecipherable shouts of the mob. The mention of his father's name stopped Ezio dead in his tracks. His heart beat quickened as he silently joined the crowd to watch the matter at hand.
"You and your accomplices stand accused of the crime of treason. Do you have any evidence to counter this charge?"
"Yes;" His father shouted in reply. "The documents that were delivered to you last night!" That was right. Ezio himself hadn't slept a wink after he'd delivered them himself to
RA: SolitudeRA: Solitude3 years ago in Horror More Like This
A/N: I've heard of many people who quit this story while only reading halfway through. Please consider reading it to the end, no matter what feels will try to hold you back. Trust me, you won't regret it.
Characters: C. Snippy/Sniper & A. Gromov/Engineer & C. Hatchenson/Pilot & Captain
"The little things are immensely significant in a story.
The subtle details that register in our subconscious first and trigger our emotions,
just to leave us feeling overwhelmed, are what make it unforgettable."
A sting in the shoulder and another in the side of his leg tiny but effective and the sniper lost sentience over his body and collapsed.
Swirling colors of dark red and orange morphed into the flames of a furious conflagration raging on around him as
ConfessionsConfessions3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chatter from students and metallic slamming of lockers echoed through the halls of Monster High. It appeared to be an average morning at the monster school. Students gathered their books and materials for their first class of the day and gossiped with their friends. All seemed perfectly normal that morning.
As always, there were the groups of students who groaned as they entered the building, upset that they, yet again, had to get up early and go to that school. For Hedward Horseman, however, there was a different reason entirely for why he didn't want this day to arrive. It was this morning that he knew he had to fix the damage he had caused the
night before, and he was scared out of his mind to do it.
The shadows under his eyes were darker than they usually were. Hedward hadn't slept all night, not since he went over to Bo's. That was the night everything spiraled out of control. Why couldn't he keep himself calm? Why did he have to let his teenage hormones ruin the relationship he h
Spectre vs SpectreSpectre vs Spectre4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Duel of Spectres
Favorite weapon: X-15e Vindicator, Assault Rifle
Back Ground: Earth-born, sole survival
"Your greatest strength without morality is your main weakness! You may receive everything you desire - but be ready to lose everything you admire in return!"
Hotel Asure, Illum. Shadow Broker quest, battle with Vazir.
Jaina Shepard was always strong, capable, tough she simply had no choice: in her youth on streets of Earth, where no one was to take care of her only her wits and her Biotics kept her alive. Bullies feared her - hated her: even the strongest grunts could never match this tiny fragile girl - not with such power at her command!
Her Biotics revealed themselves at age of 12, and this immediately messed the whole situation on the streets of her district: the ones who poked her all the time now avoided and funked her, the ones who despised her now smarm before her... the ones who were her friends now feared her...
Obliterating The IrisObliterating The Iris4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Marked Desire To Settle
Liara's mind wandered. Roaming from one concern to the next flippantly, rationalising moves she hadn't made, probably wouldn't. Struggling to quell her anxiety; subdue this nagging, humming apprehension, built and grown from nothing, an elemental fear out of deepest childhood. She didn't know what was wanted. Standing alone. Becoming desperate, separated from everything; she didn't know what to do with herself. This feeling that something was missing, left undone. A foreboding clinging to the back of her skull: There's always a better way to prepare.
She could take a shower, run a bath, maybe. The water imagined clear behind and inside mountains made of steam. Hot, affectionate. Tempting - the brief repose helping to put her thoughts in order. Help her think clearer. Calmer. Left feeling revived. Rejuvenated, reborn and ready. Returning to her rational self; no longer dominated by emotion alone; relinquished and free.
She looked for a picture, a painting hung
Dead Space: Shadows, Preview 1Dead Space: Shadows, Preview 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The two Surveyors made their way up to the console. Alexandra made it up first, climbing over the side and making her way to the supervisor. Robert angrily climbed up by himself, visibly upset that Alexandra wasn't there to help him up.
"Good work," the Supervisor said as he looked at the console, "We're getting a clear image. The engineers are currently moving the loader. Altman be praised at their progress. They are just barely ahead of schedule."
Robert got a good look at the screen. Sam Caldwell was currently pulling the loader on the track using his Kinesis Module. The Marker seemed to be glowing slightly brighter as the loader was brought in close.
"This is Cooper to Maxwell. You reading me, surveyors? Over."
Maxwell raised his right arm and punched the button on his comms module. A hologram vidscreen revealed the face of an engineer on the other side.
"This is Max
AC - New OrderAC - New Order4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alta´r lifted his gaze from the papers and searched the shadows. A dark silhouette was coming from the corridor.
Malik nodded, quickening his pace.
"Thanks for your help, brother. What's the situation out there?"
"It is an hour past dawn already, Alta´r," the Dai answered, hastening to the Master's desk. "Everything is arranged properly – Rafik just brought together the villagers, with all the men we have left. They are all waiting outside the Fortress."
He nodded absently, still sorting through the brownish parchment under his fingers. Suddenly, not for the first time that morning, his attention was captured by the thin leather cover of a small book.
It was Al Mualim's diary. That small book, the key to many truths of the Brotherhood, had been found in his clothes before the burial. Secrets, information and names had been recorded through the decades, for the new Masters to read, in the old man's minute handwriting.
Alta´r let out a frustrated sigh.
"I still wonder how
Portal 2 - Ch'ella stimaPortal 2 - Ch'ella stima3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So, the lunatic is dead and gone. Well, not yet maybe. At least she is not here, and killing her is none of my business anymore. This is a relief for everyone.
I'd say we have sung enough. I don't know what gets me to sing every time she tries to destroy the facility. It must be some old Aperture processor I'll burn it down as soon as I locate it.
Good performance, by the way. But, honestly, tell me; did your little orchestra really have to arrange such a majestic farewell for her? Oh, no no no, you cannot say it was my idea. Itcame from some glitched part of the system. Apparently, that moron made a perfect mess out of the piece of perfection my chassis is. Well, was.
Also, as a turret, you are not authorized to tell lies about me. I can't even imagine feeling admiration for a shameless murderer. I'd like to know what on earth made you sing those lines don't start telling me I am wrong, I heard you, and my translation system cannot fai
Give Me Myself - Part 2Give Me Myself - Part 24 years ago in Horror More Like This
Alex J Mercer stood over the freshly made grave, Dana's body-wrapped in blankets-laid at the bottom.
"You know I wasn't one for long messages or emotional ones. I'm not saying goodbye, Dana. That'd mean farewell. I'm just saying this: Goodnight Dana goodnight."
And with that, Alex turned away. He glanced at his hand as he felt his tendons stretch, his fingers lengthen and change into vicious claws, four times the normal size of a human hand. Tendrils thickened around his arm for support. He closed his claws together, to create a shovel-like hand. He used this to close up the grave. To bid his last goodnight, under the cloudy, dusted midnight sky.
He stood back to check the six-foot grave was truly covered. Satisfied, he placed a smooth rock on the head of the grave, in replacement of a tombstone. He stood there for an extra half an hour. His leather jacket open and waving in the wind, his bootleg jeans flapping lik
Give Me Myself - Part 1Give Me Myself - Part 14 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was a dark dawn for New York City. The never-sleeping city laid in distress. Plumes of smoke danced like dark women, their dresses catching in air. The sky became smothered, and became inked with black and oranges, tainting the clouds with disease. But it was not without life. Helicopters traced the skies. Emergency ones blended with the orange sun, heading towards twirling fires to provide aid, black apaches provided ample chatter as they raced to various locations, seeking one soul in a city of millions.
Alex Mercer sighed slowly in the growing light, the dark seeping away to the bright new day. His nineteenth day. One he never should have had. Only hours ago he laid in only a pool of blood and melted flesh, the aftermath of being involved with a nuclear weapon. The young man rubbed his sore shoulder. Even though he was pulled into one whole piece again by the help of one mere life, he was still sore even after hours. It wasn't easy bein
Reader x Loki - Chapter SixteenReader x Loki - Chapter Sixteen3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were petrified when you opened your eyes. Loki was sticking to the wall of your hall by that fleshy red stuff you had seen multiple times, but this time was different, this time it felt like it was a part of you. You felt it move, you felt it tighten around Loki's body, you felt the move when you stood, gripping your side in pain. He struggled, wiggling in attempt to free himself, but you tightened its hold on him. He was a god, right? So, he shouldn't get too hurt if you held him tightly. "Unhand me . . ." he managed to grunt, cringing at the tightness.
"Not fun getting held against your will, huh?" you sneered, leaning against the wall as the pain dulled away. He glared at you, but it made you laugh. He seemed so helpless, now you understood why he enjoyed torturing you. His reaction was simply amusing.
"Let go," he grunted again, "Or else . . ."
"Or else what?" you smirked, "You don't look like you're in the position to fight."
He would've growled, but you squeezed him tightly,
Fanmade: Dead Space LyricsFanmade: Dead Space Lyrics5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Twinkle, Twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
In the deep and darkest place,
In the unknown void of space.
Dying alone without light,
None can see within the night.
Even the comforting star,
Cannot twinkle quite this far.
Not knowing from where they came,
They will find you all the same...
They once lived but now they're dead.
Hollow whispers in your head.
There's no place for you to go,
Death's your fate and this you know.
The black holds what you can't see,
They shall come take hold of thee.
There's no light within this place,
Lost and gone in this Dead Space.
Death, o Death, you can't be far
How I wonder what you are...
Odds and Ends: Freak OutOdds and Ends: Freak Out4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Shepard staggered into her room; it had been a long day. Quickly ridding her body of armor she slipped into a new pair of panties and a camisole. Sighing heavily she slid into a seat at her desk and began sifting through her messages. As she passed by thank you after thank you one of the subject lines caught her eye and she felt her veins fill with ice. 'About Horizon ' Kaidan, what a bastard. As she read his half assed apology she slowly felt her rage build.
The first shimmer of blue across her skin mixed with the sharp crack of an electrical burst should have warned her of the biotic instability but she was too far gone to realize it. By the time she had finished reading the message there was very little left of the commander, all that was left was pure unfiltered rage.
"Garrus" Samara startled the turian and the drell as she emerged from the shadows. Thane quickly scolded himself; he was becoming too comfortable aboard the ship.
"Samara, you look upset "
The justicar close
FFVII - Call to ReunionSephiroth: Are you going to participate in the Reunion?FFVII - Call to Reunion4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cloud: I don't even know what a Reunion is!
Sephiroth: Jenova will be at the Reunion. Jenova will join the Reunion becoming a calamity from the skies.
Cloud: Jenova, a calamity from the skies? You mean she wasn't an Ancient!?
Sephiroth: ...I see. I don't think you have the right to participate. I will go North past Mt. Nibel. If you wish to find out... then follow...
Люди, однажды выпущенные в жизнь из дверей странного здания из стали и армированного стекла, п
Changing MasksChanging Masks4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once in a while I feel as if I were wearing one mask after another.
Trying to fit in, or simply making those around me happy.
Changing to their expectations of myself.
It seems sometimes that others know what's better for myself, or
What will make me happier
But, when I wear the masks that they give me .
I'm worse off and I'm defiantly not happier
Then I realize that I do better and feel better when
I see myself . My own face, not a mask.
Masks are to pretend to become something you are not
Sure it can be fun at times .
But why wear a mask, when your happy with yourself?
Dead Space 2: Rules To Live ByDead Space 2: Rules To Live By4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Took me 8 Hours to beat Dead Space 2. And it made me learn three rules.
1. Never thrust large rooms or elevators
2. Never think a psycho person can help you out in any way and you should just kill them in the first place.
3. If your ex-lover comes to you in visions telling you to do something, DON'T do it, they just want to kill you and have you in the afterlife.
Fic: Another WayFic: Another Way3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting with her legs crossed in the centre of the room, Korra stared at the older waterbender, mouth agape.
"W-What?" She finally managed to choke out, not believing what had just been said. "That's the only way?"
"I'm afraid so Korra," Katara replied, studying the young Avatar intently. "This far surpasses my healing abilities, and " She paused, heart constricting painful at what she was about to do. " it's the only other thing that I can think of that might have a chance at unlocking the other elements."
Sighing audibly, Korra rubbed at her temples, trying to wrap her mind around what was about to happen.
"You don't have to decide now we can always wai-"
"Just do it," Korra murmured, staring at her hands as she clenched and unclenched them. "I feel as if part of my soul is missing." She placed one hand over her heart as she looked up at the older woman, tears beginning to blur her vision. "I .feel so empty. Please fix me."
Feeling her heartstrings tug a
StormStorm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't much like this game we play
A game of trick and treat
Like a dog jumping up or playing dead
For just a bit of meat.
You hold the priceless feelings
Just above my head.
Impossible to reach,
With a heart that feels like lead.
I bend and contort my mind
In hopes I won't lose you next.
Every breathless moment
And every misread text.
Pretend for just a second
That I have disappeared.
You'll never see my face again,
Just as you have feared.
The feelings you seek from me,
You'll just have to seek some more
From other girls out there
They have those feelings in store.
Cuz a life waiting to get mine
For when you decide to give 'em
Isn't very fair or proper
For either of us to live in.
Just like it isn't right
For me to lead you on
Knowing I'll be leaving soon.
It's like living in a con.
But I can't help these feelings
As I struggle like never before.
And I whisper to myself, asking
Why do I want this more?
Titanic Characters (non/disney style)Titanic Characters (non/disney style)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Yes! It's done Now every person is found I'll start on the next chapter soon as I can
Jack: Jim Hawkins
Cale Hockly: Gaston
Molly: Jane Porter
Captain: King triton
Mr. Lovejoy: Frollo
Mr. Ismays: Clayton
Ruth: Mother Ghothel
Tommy ryan: Sinbad
Mr. Andrews: Milo Thatch
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
Darkness vs. LightDarkness creeps so slowly,Darkness vs. Light1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am caught by surprise.
Somehow my world plunges into unending sorrow.
All it takes is a song,
Then I am falling.
Silent screams echo in my ears.
I struggle to find a light bright enough.
Something to fend off the darkness like a sword.
It isn’t fair to face the darkness knowing there is no escape.
I will not die.
Life clings to me against my will.
Where is my other half?
My soul mate?
I don’t want to be alone,
Facing down my demons without a shred of hope.
Shine so brightly I will be drawn to you.
I can’t forget I need to shine.
I just feel as if my light is dimming.
How will you find me if I am swallowed by my darkness?
A spark of hope.
I need a way to defeat my sorrows,
So I can help battle yours.
Just a glimmer of hope?
NightscrapersNightscrapers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The last shine shimmerd on the water.
The dark is setting.
The lights go on.
Its looks so lovely.
A smoke was hidden the sky.
No star to peek
But these lights make it close enough.
This is where my life prevails.
Where I prevail.
The moon is now up.
Trying its best to give a glimpse of ablaze.
The flashes are of all colors.
Makes the feeling urban.
The monsters of the night are blazing hard
But the angels remain more.
The day is over.
Its time to fly.
Fly into the dreams.
The next is new but hidden.
Sleep is thick and hard.
Drifting into a glaring night.
But the lights still makes it shine.
Terra Chpt. 1Terra Chpt. 14 years ago in Settings More Like This
10:40, 27th day of Clouds circa 2050 N.C.
On the 21st day of the 12th month of the year 2030 N.C. a nuclear war broke out over the last amounts of fuel on the planet. The planet plunged into chaos. People died and mutated into things you couldn't call human. For 20 years after the war the world was just dying until we found something.
A gateway was found that leads to an alternate dimension. At first people didn't know what it was. I didn't know what to make of it either when I first heard about it. I thought it was some sort of sick joke.
"I am not joking Daz! People said there is one! We have to go there!" Kin said. He had a big grin on his face.
"It's impossible Kin. That's just what they tell you so you get excited over nothing. To those people life is just a sick joke." I said, I was polishing my AK-47 and lying against my beautiful M40 sniper rifle I had snagged from some City Marauders. My black hair was blowing in the calm wind and my red eyes were focused on his face.