Mass Effect Liara's Story ch15Mass Effect Liara's Story ch154 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
MASS EFFECT LIARA'S STORY CH15
BIOWARE OWNS ALL-Thanks for letting me play with your toys, fellas
NORMANDY SR2 CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS: Liara woke slowly feeling the warmth of Anaya laying next to her. Her love's arm was draped around Liara's waste making Liara feel safe and happy. So much had happened in the last three days. The recovery of the data on Tarsulk, Shepard charging in to the rescue, continuing negotiations between the Quarians and Geth, and Trunk's funeral.
Liara felt a wave of sadness flow through her. The stout, dependable, stoic man had saved her life so many times. She couldn't imagine going anywhere anymore without him ranging ahead to clear the way for her. She'd only known him a few weeks, but felt like she'd known him forever. She even knew of the secret feeling Trunk had harbored for Doc Snowman. Admiring the brilliant corpsman from afar, and too shy to take that first step.
Gomez took the loss of Trunk very hard. They'd been battle buddies for years. His final
For a B'day Hating Friend...For a B'day Hating Friend...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before you ask, 'Why is this annoying ass writing me a poem?" Let me just run you back to the past.
You wrote them for me and you helped to inspire me. Now my good friend, keep reading till the very end. You don't have to pretend to like it, for all I care you can despite it.
My present from me to you; my friend you're bizarrely strange and horny minded too. But hey, I'm no better than you, making you my friend through and through.
You have amazing power over words, almost as if you had trained a flock of seabirds. This poem can truly not match up to yours; it's like comparing me to a room full of whores.
I'm your AP; you're my HDT, making us sound like some form of TV. But buried inside those single letters, is a message that should be forever hidden from those young bed wetters.
Even through all our dirty minded antics, you never seem to forget your friendship manuals basic manners. You help me through all the stuff that drives me mentally bananas.
It's a terrible idea to say the wor
Ode To CandleJackHe comes in search of childrenOde To CandleJack4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With aid of gentle flight
To wrap them all in ropes
(Never loosley, always tight).
To say his name is frightful
Though it rolls right off the tounge;
No matter who says "CandleJack"
He comes for ev-
He who Cannot be NamedThe name, the name. The name is one's fame.He who Cannot be Named5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But should one speak of a name, it could sometimes be lame
A name, a name. Can be a dangerous thing, you dame.
For speaking of a name, can end in quite the maim.
Not always, has it been this-a way or that.
For 'tis a new trend, for ends to come, just like that.
A name could not harm a soul, you say? I don't think that.
You think me crazy, you think me insane
Just wait, just wait, 'till you say his name..
Jack, o' Jack, Jack of the candle.
Wispy eyes staring deep, fingers curl 'round the handle, of such a candle.
Lurks, he lurks, listening for whispers.
But most nights, most nights, those souls could beg to differ.
Jack is a lonely soul, wishing for company. He never finds a friend, let alone be comfy.
But touch one he cannot, be seen by one he cannot, speak to one he cannot.
Unless, unless, they decide to be lame
Yes yes, yes yes, they must say his name.
Not Candle nor Jack, no no, not so quick
For this man, this soul, may not just tak
Conor's Worst Day: The CougarConnor’s Worst Day: The CougarsConor's Worst Day: The Cougar2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The air was musky and full of a smoke. Birds fluttered a way as a hunter stalked through the forest. He slowly moved towards the cliff that gave way to the ocean below. It was truly a sight to see… if it wasn’t for the fort obscuring the view a little.
Connor sighed as he looked around. This place would be pretty amazing if it wasn’t for the damned fort and the stupid smoke. He looked at a scrap of paper and checked off what was listed. He managed to get bear and bobcat claws, elk antlers, and wolf fangs. Now he needed cougar fangs. Three of them to be precise and it wasn’t like it was trouble enough dealing with all that. No not at all.
“I wish I didn’t have so much free time…” Connor sighed.
He looked around carefully as he slowly moved through the brush. He heard something move and turned his head slightly to investigate. Nothing was there. He figured it might have been a few birds. He sat on his
AC2: La Morte di una FamigliaUs Auditores had a comfortable life, as any noble family should. We were as happy as the next people, and were very close. My older brother, Ezio, was always getting into trouble, and always pulling me and our younger brother, Dario, into his games. Granted, we ran with Ezio's flamboyant plans happily, always ready to drive our nanny a little insane and have some fun.AC2: La Morte di una Famiglia6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I remember skipping lessons and playing pranks on the servants with my brothers, as well as getting in trouble for each trick and having to face the consequences together. We played together, looked out for each other, and were never too far away from each other in our early years, at least as much as we could help it.
That all changed the day our father died.
The murder took place in the middle of the day; more scary than it taking place at night. Now we were faced with no monsters in the night, but plagued by constant thoughts of death happening right under our noses in broad daylight. My brothers and I were not allowed
MarblesMarbles.Marbles6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Malik was not fond of birthdays. He had never been. His environment found this a strange feature of the young boy. After all, to most people, birthdays were a day of celebration, happiness, a day that they were the center of attention and would receive gifts and best wishes.
The young Malik Al-Sayf, however, did not possess such a sentiment. He did not like it, did not even care for it at all. Being a bashful, somewhat awkward boy, he did not enjoy the special attention he got on birthdays. In fact, it only served to make him ill at ease.
The boy was a loner, always acting much older than he was. He quite liked to spend his time by himself, preferably with exploring his hometown of Masyaf with Altaïr, his only peer that he spoke more than two words to, or reading.
The commotion that birthdays caused kept him away from doing these things, which was for him just another reason not to like them. He was very attached to his peace and quiet indeed.
Also, Malik could not
Yogfic :: Technomage Reunion"Zoey," Rythian stood, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. He couldn't believe it. The warm look in her golden eyes, her hair the color of fire, the emotion that rolled off her.Yogfic :: Technomage Reunion2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Zoey stood there staring back at him for a moment before she sprinted towards him and jumped.
Rythian caught her, chuckling in the back of his throat. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of sandalwood and earth. She raised her face towards him, her arms around his neck as silent tears streamed down her face.
"I'm so sorry." was all she said.
Rythian answered her by kissing her. He swung her around, relishing the fact that she was here and in his arms. He didn't even care when Teep behind them started to roar with laughter.
The mage stumbled backward and fell, Zoey laughing as the two of them hit the floor. They were breathless with laughter, and the two of them couldn't stop smiling. Zoey curled into Rythian's side, violet eyes meeting golden ones.
"I've missed you," Rythian twisted he
SalomeSalome.Salome2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Il Lupo averts his eyes. He has no interest in watching this. He finds no pleasure in watching this. Not for all the gold in the world would he cast an eye upon the spectacle between these four walls.
The absence of his attention shall not be mourned. A hundred other eyes take his place. Countless eyes, filled with desire and appreciation. Filled with lust and anticipation. They eagerly take his place in viewing the scene before them and in turn, they might be the ones to meet their maker instead of him.
Their gaze is set upon the small courtyard, hidden deep within de Castel Sant’Angelo. Their stares transfixed upon a lone figure in the middle. A creature so unlike anything else in this place of excessive grandeur.
Fiora Cavazza dances. She dances with passion and conviction. She dances a foreign dance that is not known to the civilized corner of that is Italy and the limber movements of her swaying body cannot help but catch the attention of all those
AlexDes Highschool pt.4Altair sighed and looked over the menu. "Could you at least try to look happy," Malik asked.AlexDes Highschool pt.44 years ago in Romance More Like This
The great assassin sat back in his chair and glared at the menu. "Well at least he actually picked a decent restaurant."
Altair refused to go out half the time, and when he wanted Malik didn't. He was the stubborn type. Malik sighed though. "The Olive Gardens pretty nice."
Altair nodded. Then set down his menu. "Okay I'll just get Panini...thanks for asking me to come "
Malik smiled. Maybe this would be a pleasant evening.
Desmond sat on the couch next to Rebecca and Shaun. Alex was in the kitchen helping Ezio cook. "Is Lucy coming?" Desmond asked curled up in a blanket. "Yeah, but she has a meeting to go to first then she'll be right over," Rebecca responded.
Desmond nodded and snuggled deeper into the couch. "Dinners almost ready," Ezio called. "Desmond, this man can cook!"
Alex then came around and set eight plates out. It looked like spaghetti and fried chicken. "Your friend, Alex
"Please Forgive me, Malik" If only. If only he was smarter then. Wiser. Why, why did he have to be so stupid? And Malik paid such a high price. Kadar, poor Kadar. He paid the highest price of all: his young life. So many regrets, so many innocent lives.So much pain. So much hurt."Please Forgive me, Malik"5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He knew that he couldn't do anything. He couldn't give Malik back his arm or revive Kadar,but his heart wrenched every single time he saw that familiar tanned face. He would give anything to right those wrongs,but he knew an opportunity like that would never surface. Even so he hoped. Hoped for a chance to redeem himself.
"How may I help you, Brother Altair?" Malik's calm voice sent shivers down Altair's spine.
"I'm so sorry....." Altair whimpered out. His voice was barely audible to himself, let alone Malik.
AC - WaitingWith his head held high, eyes awake, he looked over the city of Masyaf. Three yearsAC - Waiting5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been three years since he had left his "home", his "family", the brotherhood and
He hated himself for leaving the one-armed assassin behind, for having gone with Maria and his son. He hated himself because he had known that he loved not Maria but Malik. Whole-heartedly, in a way so different from the little love he had felt for Maria and which was long since gone, that he couldn't find any words to describe it.
It just felt "right" to be at his side every day, at any time. Malik had always been the first thing he saw in the morning, leaning over the desk of their former master, and also the last thing he saw before falling asleep in the camber the shared for the night. They had been brothers before, then rivals, friends again after they had apologized and masters, side by side And Altair had always wanted a different bond.
And he had told him, just before he
All the Happy Days (1) "Father."All the Happy Days (1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Malik looked up to see his son, Tazim, peeking at him through the bars of his cell. "Tazim!" he scrambled up with a start, his old and worn down body not taking the reaction well. He had to stop for a moment to steady himself. Tazim's eyes burned hatred. But not focused on Malik, focused on the people who did this to him. The men and women that used to be so noble..now they just do what fear, and Abbas, tells them to. The people who took his father, labeled him as a traitor with no proof, and kept him barely alive in a cell. Malik stumbled to the bars and leaned against them. Tazim grasped his father's hand tightly, and spoke softly, so as not to wake the guards. "Father, Altair has returned." Malik nodded once. "I've heard them talking. I knew someday he would."
Tazim's eyes flicked over his shoulder at the sound of men approaching. He turned back and met his father's eyes. "Go, my son," Malik said wi
AlexDes Highschool pt.5Desmond sat on his porch. The small whistle of the wind from what little nature he had in his backyard. Claudia stepped out with a fresh plate of cookies. "Hello, sweetie."AlexDes Highschool pt.53 years ago in Drama More Like This
He glanced at his aunt and smiled. "Hi."
She played with her dress for a moment and then sat next to him. He then realized that her eyes were puffy and face was pale. "Is something wrong?" he asked startled by her appearance.
She shook her head and then wiped away her tears. "I I are you alright?" she blurted.
He smiled for a moment. "I'm okay, I'm shaken of course I'm shaken. But trust me, I'm fine and in good spirits now. Altair may be better here in a few days "
She nodded and took his thin hand. "You are a beautiful boy, Desmond, and so much stronger than any Auditore or ibn la ahad."
Alex sat across from Malik. Trust? Did he really just say trust? "You may think it sounds foolish, stupid, but trust me after spending a few years with any of these people. You'll get what I mean."
Alex nodded s
AlexDes Tutor: Chapter ThreeCHAPTER THREEAlexDes Tutor: Chapter Three2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Desmond tried to be cheery with his class, but he still felt flustered. His forehead burned and his chest ached. The class whispered nervously and finally a girl named Alexia stepped up. “Mr. Miles, are you alright?” she asked timidly.
He was surprised, she was usually a very quite girl, and he smiled at her concern. “Yes, just a bad night sleep is all, I just need a good meal.”
The class went to lunch and Desmond was in the staff room with the principal Mr. Talbot and Ms. Redfield, one completely nasty and one like a saint. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he glanced at the screen.
HEY WANT TO GET SOME LUNCH?
Desmond stared at the screen for a moment. “Sir, would I have time for lunch out?”
Talbot glanced at him and his clock. He gave an annoyed look and was about to answer when Ms. Redfield stepped in. “Our classes were supposed to merge today Mr. Talbot I can take his kids it’s just reading a little story telling after
Movie Night Assassin's Creed FF AUSuddenly the TV screen turned from dark and scary to glaringly bright and cheery as yet another commercial interrupted the movie.Movie Night Assassin's Creed FF AU4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should've just gotten a DVD..." Altair groaned. He nuzzled closer to Malik as he muted the TV. For a while they blankly watched the screen. A group of very stylish looking teenagers featured in an ad for CREED sweaters. At the end the brand's motto 'Everything is permitted.' flashed across the screen.
"Guess what..." Malik said, looking away from the TV and at Altair next to him. " 'Everything is permitted' is actually the second half of the last words of the first Hashishin leader: 'Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine.' "
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted...", translated Altair, thoughtfully. "Where do you get all these random facts?"
"You know" Altair said. "I'm wearing a CREED hoodie right now. Does that make me an assassin?"
Malik chuckled quietly. "I doubt it...."
Altair sat up, pulling his hood up and down low o
Now We Are Free"How is he?"Now We Are Free5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"He isn't getting any better. I don't think he ever shall."
Malik sighed and shuffled across the dusty stone floor to Maria, placing his walking stick gently on the floor as he sat down beside her upon the seat below the vast stained-glass window.
"Maybe it's time. He has reached a fine age, Maria. A fine age."
She nodded, chewing the soft skin around her thumbnail. She despised crying in front of colleagues and friends; the only one who had seen her weep was the man who lay in the next room.
Maria closed her eyes, shaking her head as Malik touched a comforting hand to her shoulder. "We can only make him as comfortable as possible. He is in the hands of Allah."
Maria didn't say anything. Contradictory religions had been no problem in their household, but when Malik spoke of Islam she sometimes felt slightly pushed away, as if Altaïr was not completely hers.
Malik leaned closer as his aged hearing deceived him. "Yes, my dear?"
Maria paused. "How long have you
Assassin's Crack: AC ParodyDesmond opened his eyes. Around he looked, realized that he just woke up from another session in the Animus. But....Assassin's Crack: AC Parody5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Something didn't look right.
Everything was all in place, but there was s-
The lampshade. It was tilted. Desmond walked to the lampshade and correctly set it back into place. He then turned the switch on.
"AAAAARGH!" Screamed a voice! The lampshade came crashing down, a hole was ripped straight through by someone! Desmond fell back and he screamed. "What the-?!" Someone else popped out from the corner of the room and shouted.
"Where are we?! This isn't Italy!"
"Italy?" Desmond thought.
"Yes, and this isn't Jerusalem..." Another voice said.
Desmond blinked and realized the two that were talking: ALTAIR AND EZIO.
Desmond clapped his hands and the ceiling lights activated. Altair and Ezio covered their eyes.
"What sorcery is this?!" Altair exclaimed. Ezio shouted something in Italian and brought out the hidden gun in his sleeve.
"I'll deal with this." He said, windin
Catch My Disease AltMAl_____________________________________________________________________________________Catch My Disease AltMAl4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Please, baby, please; open your heart; catch my disease."
The wind was changing and Altaïr could tell the summer storms were coming. Soon everyone in the land would be less active, and that didn't leave out the Assassins and Templars. With no Sunni Muslims to fight off, the Templars calmed, and for the assassins well, if neither of the two were active, what were they supposed to do?
No, the Rainey season was a time when all enemies stayed home and used the time to train. Novices were taught simple things indoors or spent the season working on their studies. For the Master Assassins who had neither a class nor a target to concentrate on, the time was dull.
Altaïr didn't have to worry about any of that anymore. After Al Mualim's d
A Kiss In The Rain ~Sam Winchester X Reader~You walked through the crowd of people with a smile on your face. Everyone just seemed really happy; including two brothers you would never expect to enjoy their time here. Who are these two brothers? None other than the Sam and Dean Winchester. Your parents were good friends with John and Mary before their house had burned down and you've always heard stories on how they seemed like a nice and perfect family and like many others that walked the streets you were oblivious to what their profession was.A Kiss In The Rain ~Sam Winchester X Reader~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You didn't even know who they were when you first met.
You hurried out the door with a pile of books in your hand. You were already running late to take them to your mother and you knew if she had to find you then you knew you'd get an earful until your next birthday. Being a 26 year old and still living with your mother wasn't exactly your plan. But then again..Neither was your father dying due to a heart attack.
You felt yourself bump into someone which caused your books t
Malik x ReaderMALIK X READERMalik x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“KADAR!!!!” Malik called from his room.
You were walking the hallways of Masayf with one of your closest friends, Altair Ibn
La’ Ahad. Kadar sprinted down towards you two laughing. Malik was hot on his tail,
his face fuming with anger. You and Altair stepped out of the way, letting the Al-Sayf brothers charge down the corridor.
“What did Kadar do now?” Altair sighed out.
“I don’t know.*sigh* I should go make sure Malik doesn’t murder Kadar. See you later, Alty!”
You took off running after your best friend *cough* crush*coughcough* Malik, leaving Altair grumbling about your nickname for him. You had been an Assassin for quite a while now. You knew these corridors like the back of your hand. You turned a right to circle around and stop them dead in their tracks.
And stop them you did. But not in the way you might think. Being the “graceful” Assassin you are, you tripped and fell on Malik and Kadar.
Science Fiction of the Most Disappointing OrderOne day I sat at my listening post in SETI, drinking coca cola, eating chips, and making jokes about what aliens would say if they actually saw my fat lazy coworkers and I, when an extraterrestrial race contacted us in a series of beeps on our high-frequency radio.Science Fiction of the Most Disappointing Order3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Needless to say, I nearly crapped myself in recording the message, for it was clearly binary and our autistic junior member to the team, a great big fat man with a neck beard who insisted his first name was Xoo (I think the real name was Dawson), immediately understood it. He began rattling off a list of simple mathematical equations, getting more and more complicated as it went on until we were certain the message was a list of coordinates or directions. Of course, by that point our superiors had crowded into the room, as had their superiors and a couple of government officials.
I sat at my cramped little desk with Xoo breathing over my shoulder as he scribbled down what the binary code meant and I transcribed the ones and
The weakness of Captain HammerIs that?The weakness of Captain Hammer6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No it couldnt be
I think it is. You should go say something
Im not going to go say anything, you should go.
The looming figure in the trench coat heard all this but he tried to ignore this. He was just here to buy groceries, he didnt want any attention, and he just wanted to buy groceries. He couldnt stay hidden in his apartment. He wanted to just hide but he had gotten to a point where he was afraid if he didnt get outside he would lose his mind.
Lose your mind? the voice of his nemesis echoed you dont have a mind to lose you idiot. The figure shrugged this off and tried to continue his shopping.
Captain Hammer? the figure jumped unexpectedly, turning to face the person that spoke he mumbled something. Captain Hammer looked terrible, his eyes were red and baggy, he was slightly hunched over and for the first time in his life it looked like he was trying to a