AC - Anything to make you smileAC - Anything to make you smile3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That time is not long gone it's just been a few years and flown away in a heartbeat, fallen like drops among the sand. But, as short has their new times have been, everyone around him notices how a major change is carved in the whole of his being, in his breaths, in his words and steps.
As he walks along the fortress, bound to his duties, he seems to tread the line between the sky and the earth. He moves in the complex turns of time with a rare easiness.
Although he talks and acts as always, keeping his gestures perfectly natural, his presence is enough to amaze his companions; they watch his steps in silence, then turn away and whisper to one another fragments of his story.
When it comes to him, it's a completely different matter. He cannot see why everyone in the Brotherhood knows his life as a legend; when he reflects on it, it seems impossible for him to have become what they think he is.
He merely leads a man's life, feeling better than ever, and there's nothing
AC - Eagles and HorsesAC - Eagles and Horses4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They know how to fly. When it happens, their movements synchronise in fluid perfection and the still mountains flee by their shoulders, drawing for them an ochre pair of wings.
They dwell in the subtle line that parts mortals and gods. Their balance belongs to the earth, but their light, the air they breathe, comes from the sun pilgrims and travellers stop in awe, following their path backwards with startled eyes, towards a dwelling they believe to find in the heavens.
The horse marks the rhythm of time, graceful legs cutting through infinite distances. The rivers, the crossroads know his traces already he's been treading the ways of centuries, in the never ending circle of war and rest.
He's tied to the golden earth which gave him birth at first, nourishes him, and will eventually take him back to start another journey. He's alive now; deserts will never chase the regions he gallops on, as long as his energy moves winds and waters through the stone gorges.
His whole race
My Turn To Be The Hero (Connor x Reader) Part 12"You really shouldn't go outside with Edward."My Turn To Be The Hero (Connor x Reader) Part 122 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Just look at him."
You turned your head to turn to said Assassin...
Currently, he was beating up a plank of wood with his fists. Your brow quirked.
"Why is he doing that?" You asked Achilles. He muttered.
"Still haven't found that blasted Lee. He's taking out his 'failure' on that plank." He explained. You sighed. Poor plank.
"Connor!" You shouted, catching his attention. He stopped punching and looked at you.
"Yes?" He asked, massaging his knuckles.
"We should draw Lee on the board." You replied, jogging over. He perked up.
"And Edward on the other side!" He smiled. Your brow twitched.
"Edward? The fisher?" You asked. Edward? Really...? You knew he hated him, sure, but you were sure the two of you weren't to slay innocents...
"Yes. Please. Can you paint?" He asked, grabbing your hands and inspecting them. You chuckled.
"Yes. I can paint." You smiled. His face brightened instantly, pulling you to the Homestead. You chuckl
Ass-Creed: Drunken AnthemsWalking back from the bathroom, Shaun overheard giggling from the oversized kitchen, and Lucy's voice, muffled. The historian opened the door, peering inside.Ass-Creed: Drunken Anthems6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Okay, okay, jeez, you guys really know how to bug someone." Desmond frowned, studying the counter in front of him. "Well, name a cocktail?" He unzipped his hoodie, tossing it over the back of a chair.
"Ooh, did you ever invent a cocktail?" Rebecca asked. Desmond blinked, stretching his arms out. "Hm, I did make one up, but no one really liked it."
"Why not?" Lucy asked, her eyes sparkling. Desmond shrugged, picking up a bottle of vodka. He twirled it around in his palm, before flicking the bottle up, balancing the base on his palm. Lucy and Rebecca clapped, and he almost dropped the bottle.
"So, why doesnt anyone like your cocktail?" Lucy smiled, watching as Desmond twirled the bottle about a little more, practising, before answering.
"I make it too sweet. Most people hate it." Desmond scooped up a bottle of grenadine syrup, and
Don't Forget My NameDespite there being the absence of a knife, the historian felt as a Templar had plunged a blade beyond his frail mortal flesh. Desmond's recent smiles were not the smiles Shaun saw in Italia; they were fragile, bittersweet, filled with emotion that infused the historian's soul with tears.Don't Forget My Name2 years ago in Romance More Like This
*Desmond/Shaun with mentions of Ezio/Leonardo and Connor/George Washington. Set during Assassin's Creed III. Shaun worries about Desmond, who's increasingly distant.*
Shaun couldn't escape the sadness swelling inside of him, whenever he opened his eyes.
A force threatened to tear him in half whenever sunshine split into every sky but his. There were no visible differences between day and night, but once Shaun's recovery period of four hours expired, he knew he was one step closer to the edge of the universe.
The finish line was a blurred line between salvation and death, but Shaun could still taste the grit of devastating victory. Even at three in the
Fangirl Chase -AC crack fic-It was a warm, sunny day in Florence, and Ezio Auditore was enjoying it to the fullest. Currently he was seated on the edge of a rooftop, soaking up the sunshine. His latest contract had been completed and he was allowed a few days of rest and relaxation. Or so he thought anyway.Fangirl Chase -AC crack fic-4 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was the light rusting behind him that caught his attention. It could have been a bird, but Ezio knew better than to assume anything, especially if he couldn't see it. He remained still, facing out toward the city, but every ounce of his sense of hearing was tuned to the sounds behind him. A brief whisper, muddled noises. Ah, there was more than one. Ezio closed his eyes in an effort to channel more concentration to the sounds. Suddenly his eyes snapped open, the alarms in his head triggered by a telltale, almost indiscernible sound.
Merda, not again!
With that, he launched himself off of the edge of the current rooftop to another, his boots hitting the tiles with a loud thump.
"He's getting aw
The Title Says It AllThe Title Says It All2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keep pointing your finger at the laughing man,
The one in the mirror, looking out through a broken window.
He dies happy in the end, alone or no
The shards of broken glass provide the endless angles.
The window is only broken in your eyes,
You of conformity and ignorance.
To his, it is the many gateways of perspective,
Out into that world surrounding.
AC Brohood: It's just a gameThe Prowler walks swiftly down the ally way, taking in short breaths as he tries to keep silent. Glancing around, the Templar pushes his body pass the crowd of young woman who talk wildly about their time at the market. If the man was not on duty he would have tried to sneak into their conversation and woo the ladies, but tonight was not the night for offering young woman a drink. As the hooded man exit the ally, he looks around searching for the target.AC Brohood: It's just a game5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Templar agent grins, seeing his target leave the shop. Making haste, the hooded figure walks trailing the man in green. The target moves swiftly, as if he knew he is being followed, which causes the attacker to curse under his breath. "Merda!" He sighs, pushing his way past whores and drunks as he can barely make out the black hat on top of the target's head. A chubby man stumbles out of the near by ally way, causing the Prowler to lose his footing and stumble and losing eye contact with his target. Cursing God and the fat m
Ask Altair issue 1: ScarJanuary 8th, 1195Ask Altair issue 1: Scar4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
When and how did you get the infamous scar on your lip?"
To the anonymous,
I would like to begin with a word of introduction. This entire idea of receiving and responding to letters from people I will never meet nor benefit from seems very foreign, but my editor has been explaining it to me slowly. She tells me that my inquisitors already know my name, my history, and my future. I find this difficult to grasp, but I am trying hard to understand. If there are any mistakes or oddities in the letters that are to come, please bear in mind that all this is new to me.
Now, in response to your question. The scar you are referring to was a punishment for insolence, and a very direct punishment it was.
I will digress:
It was an afternoon many years ago (the date escapes me). I was a brash boy of sixteen, finding my place amidst the rabble of novices that walked Masyaf's halls. Through effort and practice, I rose to the best in my grade, and was g
Sleepover Chapter 3SleepoverSleepover Chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jennifer sat at one side of the couch while Amy sat at the other. She wished that she could get her wet diaper changed, but not as much as wanting to help Amy feel welcome at her new home. Whenever she wants to talk to her, she would just try to avoid her. She does understand why she didn't want to talk to her, with her incontinence and all, but all Jennifer wants was to help her adapt to her new surroundings.
"So," Jennifer said, trying to start a conversation, "What does Mrs. Paddock feed you whenever you're being treated like a baby?"
Amy just took a stern look at Jennifer and answered, "If you must know, for breakfast she bottle feeds me with milk, feed me baby food for lunch, and for dinner, and takes some food and makes them bite-sized. She's probably going to do the same for you, I suppose."
"But what about taking a bath?" she also asked.
"We both have to be in the same tub," Amy answered, "During bath tim
Tuesday AfternoonIf someone had told Desmond that he and two of his ancestors would be spending the day at an aquarium, he was very sure he would have laughed and asked what exactly said person was on.Tuesday Afternoon6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And yet, here he was, walking through the entrance of the newest aquarium in the city with the two assassin's flanking him on either side, mumbling various things in awe at the giant tanks and the almost surreal, dim lighting that cast a blue hue onto everything it reached- or, Ezio was. Altaïr was silent, but the subtle changes to his normally impassive expression told the whole story.
Desmond was still unsure about how they winded up in his apartment's living room, soaking wet and dressed exactly how he remembered them. However, he /was/ sure about the fact that they had been at each other's throats, blades out, and demanding answers in voices that were /sure/ to be heard next door. The sheer noise of it all was what had led him into the room in the first place, freshly showered, tense with unease
Think Before You Wish Ch. 3Think Before You WishThink Before You Wish Ch. 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jennifer was carried into the kitchen by her mother and was placed down in an adult-sized highchair. Melissa snapped the tray into place so that Jennifer was unable to get out. Jennifer heard her stomach growling and she immediately grabbed her belly with her hand.
"You are hungry, aren't you?" Melissa asked, "Well don't worry mommy has something that will make the hungry monster in your tummy to go away."
Melissa opened the pantry and pulled out a small jar and walked over the counter and grabbed a baby spoon. She placed the jar onto the tray and opened it up, revealing a green-colored mush. She scooped some out with the baby spoon and proceeded to feed Jennifer.
"What are you doing?" Jennifer asked, trying to back away from the mush, "You think I'm going to eat that slop?"
"Come on; open wide for mommy," Melissa said, "Here comes the train. Choo-choo! Open up for the train."
Sleepover Chapter 7SleepoverSleepover Chapter 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wake up, Jenny," said Mrs. Paddock.
Jennifer woke up from her nap and saw Mrs. Paddock's face. She was wondering if she was still going to punish her. She also felt some irritation in her diaper area, indicating that she got a diaper rash from sitting around in her whole mess for some time.
"Looks like you made a big wet-wet"," she said in baby talk.
Jennifer looked down and saw a wet spot on her onesie. While she slept, her diaper had gotten really wet and started leaking. Even her crib mattress got wet.
"Don't worry," Mrs. Paddock said, "I'll change you and give you some new clothes to wear since you have been such a good girl."
Mrs. Paddock opened Jennifer's crib and she placed her on her changing mat. After removing her onesie, Jennifer immediately covered her breasts. Mrs. Paddock removed Jennifer's soiled diaper and threw it away. She was wiped up Jennifer's privates, powde
Sleepover Ch. 9SleepoverSleepover Ch. 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the girls walked in, they saw that sleeping bags were arranged while Mrs. Paddock was holding a package of training pants.
"So, what's the surprise mom?" Amy asked.
"I decided to let you all sleep on the living tonight as the final part of the sleepover," Mrs. Paddock explained, "And Jennifer, I am going to give you a choice. Would you like to wear training pants for the rest of your stay? If you do, then you'll have to promise me to make it to the bathroom from now on."
Jennifer looked at her friend and said, "Nah, I think I'll stick with diapers. Still, I could use a diaper change myself."
"Me, too," Amy said.
After the girls had their diapers changed, they were now on the floor with snacks and drinks on the table. They were alone with each other and had stuffed bear next to them given by Mrs. Paddock.
"You know," Jennifer said, "I really had fun."
"Me too," Amy said, "Would you like to hang out with m
Erika's New Perfume Part 2Mark and Sarah talked while she changed her sisters. In Marie's case it wasn't too embarrassing, which was good for her as her would-be boyfriend was in the room. Sarah just slid off her wet Pull-Ups and slipped her into a new pair. Erika wasn't so lucky. Compared to her sister's easy change of undergarmets, she thought her own was utterly humiliating. She had her diaper removed and her exposed bottom powdered before being taped into a new pair of Pampers Kid-Line. By the time Sarah patted her on the butt and told her she was done, her face was as red as the sun. The fact that Marie was standing by smirking didn't make her feel much better.Erika's New Perfume Part 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Anyway, we gotta get going if we're gonna make the show," Sarah said as Erika moved back toward the couch. "You two won't burn down the house or anything will you?"
Marie said nothing. Erika was on the couch, her face still red, "We'll uh... we'll be okay."
"Great. C'mon, I gotta tell you about..."
She and Mark headed out the door. Marie sat down o
Babysitting the Babysitter Ch. 1Babysitting the BabysitterBabysitting the Babysitter Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a sunny afternoon at Maple Creek and Lindsey was saying goodbye to her mother.
“And remember, make sure Emma is at bed by nine,” her mother said.
“Don’t worry,” Lindsey said, “I’ll be able to handle things from here for the weekend.
“Okay,” her mother replied, “Be sure to call me and your father at the resort if you need anything.”
Lindsey watched as her parents went into their car and drove off. She saw them make a right turn and they were soon out of sight.
“Now to have some fun,” Lindsey said to herself.
Lindsey went straight to her room and closed her door. She had a secret that she was hiding from the family. She liked to wear diapers when no one was around. Emma was having soccer practice right now and wasn’t supposed to be back by six, which gave Lindsey plenty of time to have fun. She removed her jeans, socks, and panties and reached und
Erika's New Perfume Part 1Erika's New PerfumeErika's New Perfume Part 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The high-pitched bell of Strington Junior High began it's final ring of the day and the students began to file out toward the various exits. Among these students was the eleven-year-old sixth-grade-student Erika Swanson. She was a little on the skinny side with short black hair.
Erika had been homeschooled all thoughout grade-school, and had only just entered into the local public middle school. Her mother had explained that things would be hard to get used to at first. She was right, of course. Things were strange in school. She had no friends that went to Strington Junior, so she was always sitting alone. And the other girls kept bothering her. Bothering her about what music she listened to, how she dressed, about what boys she liked, how.... small.... she was.
As she turned down the street to walk home, she began to think about how annoying it was. About how they all just wouldn't stop bothering them. She passed an alley between a Barnes and Nobles and a
Sleepover Ch. 8SleepoverSleepover Ch. 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wake up girls, time for your diapers to be changed," said Mrs. Paddock.
Jennifer woken up to a terrible smell coming from her diaper, which didn't surprise her since she was up the first part of the night filling her diaper with diarrhea. She had also realized that she was wet, too. She looked at Amy and noticed that her diaper was wet and probably messy. Mrs. Paddock took Amy first to have her changed. After she was placed into a new diaper, her mother instructed her to go downstairs to wait for her breakfast. Next was Jennifer.
"Let's get your diapy changed next," Mrs. Paddock said as she placed Jennifer onto the mat. As she was changing her, Mrs. Paddock said, "I know why you have made a lot of poopies last night. I called your mother about the incident and she told me that you have diarrhea attacks when you eat mushrooms. Now that I know that, I'll be careful to no
Do you?You think you know me, but you don't.Do you?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think you care, but you don't.
Because you don't know how much i cry, do you?
You don't know how much i lie, do you?
You don't see how much i hurt,
you don't catch me when i fall,
you don't see the pain i see,
or taste, or touch, or feel.
You told me you loved me, but you didn't.
You thought you cared, but you didn't.
And now you know how much i cry, do you?
and now you know how much i lie, do you?
And now you know how much i hurt,
will you catch me when i fall?
And now you know the pain i see,
and taste, and touch, and feel.
Sleepover Chapter 1SleepoverSleepover Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jennifer sat alone in her bedroom during the afternoon of a fine day in Maple Creek. Today was the first day of summer vacation and she was exhausted from the finals she had taken. She was on her chair for a few moments to check her email on her laptop and decided to relax on her bed after a hard semester's work. All that studying she did really exhaust her since was spent almost every night for the past two weeks reviewing for the exams. As soon as Jennifer was about to lie back down on her bed, she heard what sounded like a moving van from across the street.
"What's going on outside?" Jennifer asked herself.
She looked outside and saw a moving van parked in front of the house across the street from hers. Jennifer then realized that someone just moved there since the house was up on sale since the old owners moved out since November of last year. Looking out the window, she saw a woman with
Marie y Thomas- The perfect assassinMarie y Thomas- The perfect assassin3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Marie y Thomas- The perfect assassin
Italia, Serenissima Repubblica di Venezia (1466)
Increíble como inicia esta historia damas y caballeros, todo empezó ni más ni menos por Ferb Fletcher, ese momento Hermanastro británico del Dux di Venezia (Dogo de Venecia), él se encontraba en el Palazzo Ducale, (Palacio Ducal) hogar del Dux.
Este Palazzo tiene historia, y no precisamente de cuento de hadas, ha aguantado tormentas, huracanes, invasiones, golpes de estado, hasta al mismísimo Napoleón, pero lo único que no pudo aguantar fue lo más doloroso, LA TRAICION, Esta es la historia de un amor joven PROHIBIDO, pero sobre todo de VENGANZA.
El lord Ferb iba caminando admirando los hermosos pasillos del Palazzo, sin embargo se encontraba muy aburrido, estaba anocheciendo y la mayoría de los sirvientes ya se habían retirado del Palazzo, él ya se iba a retira a su cuarto cuando encontró a una hermosa giovane (señorita) castaña limpiando el piso de este, él se acercó a ella y le d
Sleepover Chapter 5SleepoverSleepover Chapter 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jennifer woke up seeing the bars of her crib surrounding her. She pondered about why she was in a crib when she remembered that she was supposed to be treated like a baby for the weekend. She then smelled something foul in the air when she remembered that she pooped herself last night. Jennifer wiggled her butt around when she felt her own mess shifting around. Although the mess was now colder, she still felt disgusted. A few moments later she felt pressure around her bladder. Knowing the drill, she relaxed and wet herself. Now she was in a wet and messy diaper and she wanted out badly. Jennifer heard a whimper and turned around and saw Amy waking up and rubbing her eyes.
"Good morning," Jennifer said.
"Hey," Amy replied, still half asleep, "How did you sleep?"
"Good, but the mess in my diaper made it feel uncomfortable," Jennifer answered, fidgeting her butt around, "W
Sheath and Felix Ch 8Sheath and Felix Ch 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well that was interesting." I murmur, turning away from Felix and watching the pedestrians on either side of the street.
"Tell me about it." Felix mutters, his voice rather tense, "That lady was acting pretty strange when she found out that we were together."
"Yeah," I say, "she made it seem like such a big deal."
The fur on Felix's shoulders ripples ominously, "Yup." he says, clutching the steering wheel.
Another pang of worry worms its way through my chest, "Felix?" I murmur.
He doesn't reply, his eyes focused on the street in front of us.
With a sigh I lean against his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his waist, "I love you babe," I murr, nuzzling against him, "it doesn't matter what people think as long as we have each other, you know that right?"
He kisses the top of my head tensely, "Yeah."
I look up at him, his eyes were especially dark now, they shone as though he were about to cry.
"Felix, what's the matter?" I growl, worried, "What's wrong?"
He shakes his head, clearin
Assassin's Go To: McDonalds (Part 1 of 2)Ezio: "Connor, do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?"Assassin's Go To: McDonalds (Part 1 of 2)3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Connor: (Glances out the window where at least 100 fan-girls are waiting) "All the time."
Ezio: "Do you think they'll ever leave?"
Connor: "Well considering AC3 is going to come out soon, already hundreds of fan fics have been made about me, and almost every girl that's seen my picture wants to kiss me till I explode not a chance."
Ezio: "Well I'm sick and tired of being stuck in this house; if Malik doesn't get some fresh air, he's going to kill Altair."
Connor: "Still mad about what happened at Solomon's Temple, huh?"
Ezio: "That's just the tip of the ice cream."
Connor: "Iceberg, Ezio; the tip of the iceberg."
Ezio: "Whatever " (Glances outside) "Oh great."
Ezio: "Mercer is consuming the fan-girls again."
Connor: (Smiles darkly) "Is that such a bad thing?"
Ezio: "Well now we have to deal with the paperwork "
Connor: "But Ezio, brother, you're missing the big picture!"
Ezio: "Which is