Realisation Hits.Before her eyes was a mere piece of paper.Realisation Hits.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She stopped: her thoughts deliberate;
seemingly unable to express and infer
the emotions which had been evoked.
Despite it being blank,
she was able to see
a world beyond us:
war and peace and apathy,
and light and darkness,
and sadness and joy,
and tranquillity and distress;
which would all be destroyed...
She ripped the paper she was looking at
into a million pieces;
the only object which was able to distract
her vacant mind.
I thought I knew what she saw
from witnessing her expression of confusion.
She seemed so different from before;
a new flame had melted her frozen soul.
And then she turned to me;
her empty eyes filled with woe.
She told me what she could see:
"I have been nowhere and have nowhere to go".
The Broken Apple Ch1The Broken Apple Ch14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: This is my first attempt at AC writing. Let's see if I can write it.
Warnings: Yaoi. Incest (to a very small degree). MxM, MxMxM. Anal. Slight Spoilers for AC Brotherhood (I did not write the same ending or circumstances to AC Brotherhood as I did here, so no spoilers for the ending)
Disclaimer: Ubisoft owns AC. I don't own any of the characters from Assassin's Creed 1, 2, or Brotherhood.
Desmond thinking aloud in Animus
The Broken Apple
"Cesare! You will pay for this, you bastard!" Ezio Auditore de Firenze swept his cape behind him in twist of black as he brought out his rapier, parrying as Cesare struck at his arm. The assassin caught his target's wrist, twisting it as the man reacted by slicing his sword into Ezio's midsection. The blow glanced off of the armor currently protecting him from harm: Altair's armor.
Altair was his Arabian ancestor, the greatest assassin of all time and now as the Italia
BloodlineBloodline3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Javik, I'm going now."
Liara was dressed for a night out of the house. Her outfit was simple. It did not show excess skin, contrary to the popular style of the day, but the wine colored cloth fit snugly against her body. Javik stood defiantly in the middle of the room, his hand balled into a fist to keep it from reaching out and running along the curve of her hip.
He would treat this like any other battle. And he refused to show weakness.
"This is a pointless activity," he said firmly.
In his own cycle, people would back down when he used that voice. But Liara only fought back harder. She stood just out of his reach, placing her own hands on her hips. "Shepard and Tali will be here for only a few more days, and Tali needs to relax. This is her first night out without her family since the baby came." Her voice was calm and quiet, using the same tone she used when explaining something to their children.
Javik stole a quick glance behind him at the two girls playing happily tog
V. SecretThat morning, when Lightning awoke at the first lights of dawn and shifted a bit under the covers, she found that Hope wasn't at her side. Surprised, she ran a hand over the surface of the bed: the fabric was cold. That meant he wasn't sleeping there for some time.V. Secret2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lightning was about to jump out of bed to find her friend when, just after sitting up, her fingers touched a small piece of paper on the pillow. She recognized Hope's handwriting after taking a look at the note.
Good morning, Light.
There's been an emergency at the Academy headquarters and I had to go as soon as possible. It seems the work will take quite a while, so I don't know at what time I'll be back.
I wish I could attend your investiture as a Guardian Corps' soldier, but I'm afraid I can't. But I know everything's going to be okay. I'm sure of it, and I believe in you.
Call me if you need anything.
She couldn't restrain a half-smile. Hope must've been very careful to not wake her up when he go
Conall Grimaldi da Rome BioAssassin Creed OC BioConall Grimaldi da Rome Bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Conall Grimaldi da Rome
Nicknames: Wolf boy, and The Black Wolf
Birth of date: 5-11-1492
Join the Assassin Order: 1514
Birthplace: Rome, Italy
Hair: Long and shaggy his hair is covering his left eye. And it’s jet black.
Eyes color: Amber
Relationship Status: Single
Strength: Quick on his feet and a good dagger user. Close combat, ambushing and hiding is his fighting style. His also a great free runner.
Weakness: Anyone hurting his wolves (he has two wolves that follow him on missions), Massive blows such as heavy weapons can make him lose his footing. Not trusting others.
Weapons: Two pugios (roman dagger), Roman Longsword, Hidden Blade.
Skills: Free running, Chasing, Tracking, and Swordsman.
Personality: Grimaldi is an unenthusiastic, lazy, and grump young man. But Grimaldi has a soft side when you side when he gets to trust you fully. Mainly his personality is like
Unabara Ritoru: Pt. 1Unabara Ritoru: Pt. 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Unabara Ritoru
Nickname(s): The Face of the Seireitei; the Guardian of Rukongai; the Fist Wrapped in Cloth; Hakuda Grandmaster
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Alliance: 7th Division Captain
Appearance: Unabara Ritoru, a man destined to become one of the most respected and loved Captains of the prestigious Gotei 13, was brought into Soul Society in perhaps the most memorable birth of the past millennium. Both of his parents were seated Shinigami, his mother a member of the 4th Division and his father a soldier from the 11th. Their union was public, and many friends and even Captains were present during his birth, including the future Captain-Commander, Harotaissen Tsuribakki, the Kenpachi at the time. The pair were expecting twins. And so it was. But in an unprecedented event, the brothers, Ritoru and
Wreck-It Ralph Fanfic. Ch. 1It was just another day at Mr. Litwak's Arcade, there was the hum of the arcade machines and each of them blinked the message "Insert Coin(s)" across their screens. Inside his game, Fix-It Felix Jr., Ralph enjoyed this moment of no gamers on the rooftop of the apartment building he wrecked on a daily basis. Vanellope's game, "Sugar Rush", hadn't been played for awhile either, so she decided to pay Ralph a visit. Both sat on the edge of the roof, looking through the screen and into the real world. Vanellope noticed that not only were her and Ralph's games untouched, but none of the other games were being played either.Wreck-It Ralph Fanfic. Ch. 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey Ralph," Vanellope wondered, "where is everybody?"
Ralph thought for once Vanellope would just enjoy being able to leave her game in silence. From the day they met Vanellope bugged Ralph with questions, some were asked just to annoy him, but some questions were out of genuine curiosity.
"Well," Ralph began, "Mr. Litwak is human."
"I know that much Ralph, I wasn't prog
[FrostIron] Kryptonite [2/?]OOC: I hope you love part 2! Might not be my best but I hope it's good![FrostIron] Kryptonite [2/?]2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Loki disliked the music that was playing, it was annoying and scratching at his brain like a claw. He licked his pale lips before raising his long pale fingers and scratches one finger down the window making that awful screeching sound.
Tony winced to the sound, turning his head to glare at Loki with clear unhappy. "What?" He barked out the word.
"I need to use the bathroom!" He demanded with a slight sneer in his tone. His brows furrowed down into a small glare.
Tony scowls at him, unpleased at this interruption. He picked up the communicator and dailed. "Thor, could you get your butt up here and take your brother to the bathroom?" He barked into the communicator.
Thor groans softly, picking up the communicator and spoke. "Couldn't you do it yourself, Tony?" He asked into the tech. "I am busy wielding something together. Just do it, Thor." He said with small annoyance in his tone. The God of Thunder tossed the com
Never ToldHe thinks it's odd, sometimes, though he's not certain why.Never Told3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sense of dislocation, perhaps. Like cutting yourself on an unsharpened blade. He walks the immense aisles of the cathedral, footsteps echoing hollowly into the blue shadows of high vaulted ceilings and arches, stone figures watching him from above as he, in turn, watches dawn play across their carved and weathered faces. The grandeur of this place is oddly soothing in the solitude it affords him. A holy place, just hushed, here suspended in the silence after Mattins when most have shuffled out. It's a favorite moment of his, a favorite service to attend, and today it gives him pausethere is training, and paperwork, and a squire for him to wake and a council meeting and a king, but he lets himself linger nonetheless. Just for a heartbeat, just for a heartbeat.
Hal smoothes his fingers over the well-worn coolness of a granite pillar, and he passes it by for the window beyond it, so familiar. He tilts his head back to
When Bad Dreams End...When Bad Dreams End...3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Breathing heavily, Modo was yanked out of a nightmare. He had dreamt about it again, his martyrdom. Leaning on his forearms, he waited until his eye adjusted to the darkness. Then he dropped back on the sheets and turned his head to the left to check on Angie. At the beginning of their relationship he had done that to check if she had woken up but in the meantime this was not necessary any longer. He knew she woke up. She has always woken up. To check on her was some sort of reflex by now. And this night was no exception.
Angie moved closer to him, placed her head on his chest, listened to his heartbeat which was still way too fast. She placed one hand on his stomach, the other one on his shoulder, her steady breath stroked the fur on his chest, and he calmed down a bit.
Angie never asked what he had dreamt. Not, because she was not interested he was quite sure about that one. On the one hand she knew what had happened to him so he thought that she made up her own theory of whic
Of Names And FateThe unmistakable sound of a yawn broke the silence that reigned in the Dead Dunes.Of Names And Fate2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hope?", Lightning stopped and frowned.
Seconds later, her partner's voice, slightly hoarse, came through the wireless device she always had attached to her right ear.
That answer so brief, besides the previous yawning, plus the fact that Hope had been lately taking a long time to make any comments when he used to spend most of the time speaking with her, made Lightning sigh. She glanced at the sky; it was getting dark, which meant they had been almost three days working coordinately without pauses of any kind.
"You tired, aren't you?"
Hope let out an annoyed groan.
"Nothing I cannot handle, don't worry. I'll be fine."
Lightning was enough time communicated to Hope the whole twenty-four hours of day to know her friend's method to knock his sleep away was drinking coffee buckets and force himself to stay awake until his body became used to fatigue.
Given the circumstances, Lightni
AlexDes Highschool pt.1Desmond Miles burst though the door of his History class. "Mr. Miles, you are fifteen minutes late!" Shouted his teacher Mr. Malik.AlexDes Highschool pt.14 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm sorry, sir."
The historian and engineer teacher sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Take you seat, Mr. Miles."
"Yes sir " he mumbled.
He took his seat next to his friends Rebecca Crane and Shaun Hastings. "Second time this week, Desmond, and its only Thursday," Rebecca teased.
Desmond sighed. "Ezio and Altiar have me cramming for something called the Brotherhood, I think it's a family thing."
Shaun shrugged. "Well all you missed was the fascinating history of The Cold War, mostly just America's part."
"You three, quiet."
"Yes, sir," all three of them said at once.
"That's your homework for the night, get it done of detention for all of you."
The students just mumbled knowing that groaning would only get them either more homework or a check on their term work. "Mr. Miles, may I talk to you?" Mr. Malik asked.
Shaun and Rebecca raised an eye
Unpredictable At Last "You're SOOOOO predictable," Roxanne Ritchi told Megamind.Unpredictable At Last4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh really," said Megamind, swiveling over to a panel and pulling a lever. "Is THIS predictable?"
"Alligators, yess, I was thinking about it on the way over."
"I see. But I'll bet you never predicted-" he swiveled closer to her until they were eye to eye, nose to nose. "This!" he whispered, and kissed her, full on the lips, with tongue. No, Roxanne had most certainly NOT predicted this. She was so much in shock that she had no idea what to do, she couldn't move. And after a moment, she began to actually...Enjoy it. Minion, also, had not predicted this-Not even Megamind had planned it, really, and Megamind planned everything-at all, and he wasn't sure what to do. He was so surprised that he stumbled back, accidentally activating the two-way screens at the Metro Man Museum.
The Spirit and the SirenTiny fish wriggled past the rock. They wandered in and out of reach, sunlight flashing silver off their scales. Wendigo crouched, splayed his hands before his feet, and leaned over the water as far as he dared. His head jerked back and forth, eyes following first one fish and then another, while he calculated which would make the easiest prey. A bony face stared back at him from the water, and the smallest beginnings of a growl rumbled from his throat. Though he recognized his host's face, he did not appreciate the way the reflection appeared to mock him with its ability to dwell within the hated substance.The Spirit and the Siren3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A thread of drool trickled from his lip and swayed with the turns of his head. It broke free and fell with a plop, scattering the fish. As if suspecting something more sinister than the first drop announcing the beginning of a rainstorm, they did not regroup around the rock. Wendigo sat back on his haunches and sighed.
He lifted his head and turned his face to the wind, nostrils fla
What if This Storm EndsGarrus ran into the hospital, quick on his feet. He had to get to Jane, regardless of who tried to stop him. He darted around several people, ignoring the medical staff and others that were shouting at him. He had to see Shepard, even if she was already gone, he needed to be able to see her, to hold her, just one last time. That was all he needed. The turian had heard the news of her survival, but her unlikely odds of recovery.What if This Storm Ends3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her words rang like a bell in his mind;
'There's only so much fight in a person...only so much death you can take before...' No, he couldn't think about that. Garrus knew that Shepard was strong and he knew that she would at least try to fight against it. She was the owner of her life and her death. However, from what he had heard, this time it was different.
He wasn't ready to accept that she wasn't going to make. Jane was a fighter, it's what she lived for. She laughed at death; the Sole Survivor of Akuze, destroyer of the Collectors. She
[ThunderFrost] Path To Redemption[2/?] OOC: Loki is pregnant! What shocking news is this to him! Well let's see if he able to handle it. xD[ThunderFrost] Path To Redemption[2/?]2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Loki slept for hours with little movement other than small shifting of how he lays on the bed. His dark raven hair fell onto his face. He kept his face hidden into the soft pillow. Thor glanced over towards him in a worried expression; he jumped a little when he heard the door knocked. He placed his homework aside, been working on his homework for hours, most of them are confusing.
He walks over to the door, opening to see it was Clint Barton. "Oh, hey Clint, I am surprised you're here. Something up?" He asked him with a raised brow. Clint looked up with his blue eyes glinting in the dim lighting. "Director Fury gave me order to fetch Loki Laufeyson for suspicious behavior." He said with a subtle frown, his hand remaining near his bow.
"What? I cannot give you Loki right now, he's asleep and things are crazy at this moment. He has reason for skipping school and I am trying to ha
I. PathIt had been a long time for that moment finally arrived. Months, years, centuries… during which the world had almost disappeared and shatter all dreams and hopes.I. Path2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But, against all odds, it had arrived. Challenging fate, time and death itself, in a world that had just come back from a long illness caused by the Chaos of Valhalla.
The long-awaited wedding of Serah and Snow.
It was a beautiful though simple ceremony. There were not so many intact resources in the world and everything would take a long time to return the way it once was. Not to mention they had come back to the year 500AF, after Cocoon’s crystal pillar collapsed, and Bhunivelze no longer hung in the sky over Gran Pulse.
Fortunately, New Bodhum still was in one piece, and though it had grown since its construction, as they expected, it was still a small coastal village, calm and peaceful. The old NORA house was still there, and despite all the years that had passes, the couple would go back to their home.
III. HomeDespite all those years, decades, he spent in his house in Novus Partus, Hope had never thought about it as his home. It had been a long time since the last time the Director of the Academy felt rooted to a single place, since the moment when, at age fourteen, the fal’Cie and the Purge snatched away everything from him. After Cocoon’s fall, even though having lived a few years with his father, everything changed when he joined the Academy, because from that moment onwards his live was a constant going to and fro within expeditions in Gran Pulse, the different colleges and, after Serah and Noel showed up without prior notice in the Yaschas Massif, all the subsequent time travels that they had brought with them.III. Home2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hope was shy and quiet; he never opened before the doors of his personal space to anyone at the first opportunity. So, although he didn’t feel his apartment of Academia as his home, it wasn’t easy for him to let Lightning in. It was an honor for the young
Beautiful AngelTitle: Beautiful AngelBeautiful Angel3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warnings: AMIP, het, interspecies
She was beautiful.
Everything about her was just so incredibly beautiful. Her face, her frame, her eyes, her voice, her heart the list was merely endless on what was so beautiful about her. He felt so honored to be by her side, to be considered a friend.
When he first saw her, he saw an angel. She was so undeniably lovely, even if she had hit him in fear that he was going to hurt her. At first he didn't understand why she had hit him, this angel, but looking over himself, he knew why. He didn't look like everyone else. He looked like a monster, which was why everyone feared him at the beginning.
Yet, she had accepted him. She said he wasn't a monster, even when everyone else called him that. She showed him compassion and understanding.
She showed him love.
She made him feel different, made him feel special beyond belief. He felt so blessed to be by her side, to be treated
Demon Days- Chapter Thirteen(Murdocx2D)Demon Days- Chapter Thirteen(Murdocx2D)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Murdoc stomped into his Winnie, grabbing a bottle of rum. He couldn't believe 2D! He just wanted to punch him in his stupid, cheating face. He took a long sip of alcohol and growled. He picked up his laptop from his bed and threw it to the floor angrily. He spent the next few hours breaking his own things. When he ran out of steam, he sat down on the couch and looked at the current state of his Winnie, anger blooming once again.
Meanwhile, 2D was talking with Java. "I don't know what I should...He hates me," he said shakily as his eyes glazed over with tears.
Java gently stroked his cheek, comforting her brother as best as she could. "Stuart... I-I'm sure it's not like that."
He sniffled and looked down at his feet. "Java, it's true now! Muds just wants to break me in a half! I... I don't... I don't think he'll ever forgive me..."
Sighing, the small girl took his hand. "I'm sure he will!" She tried to sound reassuring.
He shook his head and replied quietly, "I bet everything will go ba
Final Fantasy XIII-3 - The City Of Light - Part IBefore waking up from her long, long crystal slumber in the shrine of the deceased goddess Etro, Lightning Farron believed the world waiting her when her crystal stasis end would be a dying world, with no one who could relieve the painful loneliness she was going to feel.Final Fantasy XIII-3 - The City Of Light - Part I2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Although she'd have preferred her tongue being cut rather than admit it, Lightning feared loneliness. Her harshness towards the others was merely a way of trying to reach out to them. But at the same time, she also feared to be hurt by them, so she ended staying alone.
However, the young warrior felt she'd rather have chosen the solitude of a devastated world when she stepped out of the Etro's crystal throne room and she saw the huge city beneath the shrine.
Where am I?
It was a strange city, crawling with black and white tiles, full of artwork pieces everywhere, paved, jet-colored roads and snowy sidewalks. The buildings were a mixture of archaic and futuristic architecture, showing elegant balconies and elabo
What's Your Reason?The streets of Luxerion were almost deserted at that late hour in the night.What's Your Reason?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Monsters lurked in the darkness.
No one who valued his life even just a bit would dare to set foot on the streets of the city suburbs as darkness embraced everything, more than usual in that world.
But he had decided to take the risk again.
He knew he was protected against darkness.
He had to know…
He ran a hand over the wall. He felt the cold touch of the tiles, but he was able to sense that warm spark on it…
However, the wall resisted his efforts to unravel its secrets. He had begun to think it wasn't him who had to solve the mystery.
Another prank of the gods.
The sudden appearance of that rune in that wall, months ago, had fueled his anticipation. Although it only shone for a few seconds.
Something was changing.
Changes in an immutable world…
What, or who, would be able to work such a miracle in that static world of real nothingness?
I know only on
DandelionA world consumed by Chaos.Dandelion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Doomed to utter obliteration in less than a month.
But how could time continue to flow after being destroyed?
Young Hope Estheim had been trying to unravel the mystery for almost five centuries, without success. Perhaps some things just weren't mean to be understood by mortals…
As every afternoon, Hope had left his house to watch the sunset from one of the high, steep cliffs of the Shrine's Lands, the most remote and desolate island of the four that composed the fragile world of Nova Chrysalia.
He had been doing so since he settled down at that ravaged place centuries ago. The sunset had something that calmed the aching loneliness that devoured his heart for so much time.
Although he chose solitude by himself, somehow it had been imposed to him by the gods, in many ways.
That thought made him squint his light-colored eyes, the same green color of sea waters, while staring at the huge but ruinous silhouetted shrine of the goddess Etro. Behind it, enormo
VI. SlumberIt passed half and a week after Lightning's return to the Guardian Corps' ranks, during which an unspoken daily routine was established between the two friends: in the morning both attended their work –Lightning woke up earlier than Hope– and they didn't come back home until evening; they usually had dinner together, but sometimes they were assigned night shifts and had to stay working until dawn, and when they came home the other one had already gone to work.VI. Slumber2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was so much to do, both in the Guardian Corps and the Academy. Hope and Lightning had no choice but to work exceptionally hard, and sometimes they didn't see each other in all day.
It was a weird situation, Hope thought one night in which Lightning was in an unplanned night shift and therefore he was alone at home. Knowing that his friend was near, solitude wasn't so harsh. But, even so, he felt a void those nights in which they didn't see each other at all.
In theory, it didn't have to be so. They were just fri