Stronger than thisStronger than this5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
WARNING: This is not a pretty scene...there is blood and angst, so if you're not a fan of suffering, you may not want to read. But - underneath it all, it's something nice - honest. ^_~
"Anders Anders where are you?"
Cortland Hawke tried not to wince at the embarrassingly girlish edge to his own voice as he stepped gingerly over the corpses of dragons and darkspawn littering the tunnel through which he walked. He was the Champion of Kirkwall, damn it all, not some weak-hearted oh, Maker what did he just step in?
Pinching his lips together, Cortland scraped the bottom of his boot on a convenient patch of moss, gripped the handle of his dagger just a little tighter, and continued into the murky darkness.
Truth be told, he was getting anxious. Unlike the mage he was following, Cortland had no warden senses to tingle and alert him to darkspawn presence. Maybe coming in here alone hadn't been the wisest move, but he had been acting on reflex.
By the time they'd
Dreamlike CalamitiesDreamlike Calamities: art trade with Cassie's-First-Step.Dreamlike Calamities6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What is this place?"
That was all that flashed through Ezio's head as he looked around the strange garden that stretched out in front of him. The place was huge, and small tables and pillows were scattered everywhere. The garden seemed to consist of a few levels, each covered with a thick layer of lush grass and several marble pillars stood at the sides like silent white giants, as the sight consisted of nothing but endless hills and valleys.
It looked completely different from the gardens he had seen in his hometown of Florence or even Venice or Rome. Gardens there were very well-maintained and sterile, but this one had a sort of savage beauty about it. It looked much like the Arabian gardens he had seen on illustrations. It was strange, very strange.
Yet Ezio did not think about this for long, for soon his eyes were drawn towards the many entities that walked around in it. Beautiful, dark-skinned women, wea
Ezio x Modern!Reader Plot TwistYou hadn't ever expected this. When you signed up for the project with the local science facility they had told you nothing could go wrong. (f/n) had told you not do go for it, even though you needed the money. That it wasn't worth it. You really should have listened to them.Ezio x Modern!Reader Plot Twist3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You walked slowly down the path. Your (h/c) hair blowing faintly in the light breeze. You had no idea where you were or when you were for that matter. The area didn't seem very modern with the dirt trails. But what you really needed was a town. It had been hours since you had breakfast.
So caught up in your own thoughts you had been, you never noticed the stranger rushing up to you from behind. He brushed past quickly, knocking into your shoulder and sending you on to your rear.
The man, it had to be, stopped running as soon as he realized what he had done. His white clothes rustled as he walked back to you.
"Mi scusi, bella. Are you alright?" His tenor voice sounded above you. Your (e/c) eyes looked u
The Mark of Fate: Chapter 1Title: The Mark of FateThe Mark of Fate: Chapter 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
Author: Michaela Pissott (mpissott)
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Pairing: Victoria Trevelyan/Cullen
Disclaimer: All recognizable content belongs to Bioware.
When Cullen first met the Inquisitor, she appeared quite distressed, no doubt due to the erratic green mark emblazoned on her left hand. She suddenly appeared from a stealthy cloak, having decapitated a lesser shade right before his eyes. Without sheathing her dagger, she focused all her energy on the rift above them, and within moments, it disappeared.
Not wanting to give the prisoner any more recognition than she deserved, he turned to Cassandra and inquired, “Lady Cassandra, you managed to close the rift? Well done.”
“Do not congratulate me, Commander,” the Seeker elaborated, “This is the prisoner’s doing.”
At this, Cullen was forced to turn his attention to the prisoner, the possible criminal that began this whole catastrophe. He observed her i
Req. Meet Me in Heaven (Kadar x Reader)You grit your teeth. You could feel the hatred seeping into your bones.Req. Meet Me in Heaven (Kadar x Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
'How dare Abbas lie to me?!' You mentally roared. He told you that there was a assassin marketer waiting for novices like you to purchase a dagger or sword. He even claimed that Al Mualim confirmed it!
For some odd reasons, you believe the blasted man! Due to him, you were racing across Masayf, trying to let loose the pissed off vendor.
To explain how he had gotten mad, you had walked up to his cart and said that you'd like to purchase a blade with a discount since Abbas said that he was a supporter of the assassins.
"You dare play me as a fool, girl?" The vendor cried out. You had protested that, no, he wasn't a fool, but Abbas he said that he was an assassin supporter. He wasn't amused.
"I would never side with a group so ill and violent!" He huffed, delicately grabbing a small dagger.
That was when you decided to grab your things and go. Good thing all you had to carry was your sorry bum.
"I heard th
Open your eyesSon...Open your eyes3 years ago in Settings More Like This
You think me so soft, that by calling me son I might change my mind? How long have you sit on this information, or am I to believe you discovered it now?My mothers blood may stain another hands, but Charles Lee is no less a monster, and all he does he does by your command! A warning to you both; choose to follow me, or oppose me, and I will kill you.
Unsheathing his sword, Haytham readied himself for an easy win. Connor was clearly in no condition to fight, and this time, he would teach his boy a thing or two about arrogance. He had sent Lee away to safety, to hide until his position could be restored. Now to just deal with this thorn in his side, his own son who had undone decades of careful planning, now stumbled foolishly before him, quickly losing blood and utterly dazed. His plan was simple; kill Connor.
Thrusting his sword forward, Haytham dove at C
Oranges (Altmal)"I really like fruit, Malik."Oranges (Altmal)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm aware of that, novice."
"Oh? How did you know?"
"Well, seeing as you just foolishly spent all your money on a large basket of oranges—the most expensive food sold in the city, no less—and are now sitting in the middle of my bureau, peeling and eating them with your hidden blades; that certainly sheds some light on your stupid interests, you damned fool."
"Oh, Malik, do not be like that. See, it tastes delicious."
"You have just eaten five nearly whole. I can tell. Also, you are now destitute."
"I haven't the slightest idea how in Allah's name you ever became a master assassin."
"I became a master assassin for a good reason, you know."
"And what would that be? Enlighten me, novice."
"I mastered the skill of assassination."
"… your idiocy astounds me."
"That is certainly more than could be said about you, Malik. Come, sit beside me and enjoy an orange."
"Absolutely not. Unlike you, I have many hours of work to toil over.
Alyniara's BiographyAlyniara's biographyAlyniara's Biography4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full name: Alyniara, last name unknown
Birthday: Her original birthday is unknown. But I'm thinking some of her friends would team up and make her a replace birthday instead X)
Age: Unknown, but she seems like she's 14-15 on her first year on Alfea
Fairy Sign: Unknown
Height: 152cm (she's tiny!)
Weight: 46 kg
Powers: Fantasies and illusions
"Escapist" by Nightwish
"Heart of a Lion" by Lunatica
"Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper
"Fantasmic" by Nightwish. Doesn't suit her entirely, but I added it.
A few words of Mohawk for Assassin's creed 3 fansA few Mohawk words for Assassin's creed 3 fans!A few words of Mohawk for Assassin's creed 3 fans4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Konoronhkwa = I love you
tsitsho = Fox
akweks = Eagle
Kwe = Hello
Nia:wen = Thank you
Onhka ni:se = Who are you?
I:i = Me
O:nen = Goodbye
Satahonhsatat = Listen
Ta:non = And
Tohsa sata:ti = Don't Talk
Tha'tesato:tat = Be quite
Ki:ken = This
Onhka ki:ken = Who is This
Ka'wahse = Where are you going?
Enwa:ton ken - May I?
Kwe Kwe. Skennenko:wa ken? = Hello. How are you?
Ianeratie' ken? = Is it going well?
Skennenko:wa = I'm fine
Skennenko:wa. Ok ni:se'? = I'm fine, and you?
Naho:ten iesa:iats? = what is YOUR name?
Naho:ten ronwa:iats? = what is HIS name?
Naho:ten iontatiats? = what is HER name?
Naho:ten ronwati:iats? = What is THEIR name?
Wa:ri iontiats. = My name is______
Ko:r ronwa:iats.= His name is______
Arisawe iontatiats = her name is _____
ronwati:iats = Their Name is _______
O:nen = Goodbye
Sa'nikonhraien:tas ken? = Do you understand?
Onhka thi? = Who's that?
Kanenna'ke:ne = Fall
Akohsera:ke = Winter
Kakwite:ne = Spring
---RELIGIONS OF ASSASSIN'S CREED---Altairism---RELIGIONS OF ASSASSIN'S CREED---4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Altairism is the love of an arrogant, grumpy Assassin who needs to get laid."
"Ezioism is the love of a hot, flirtatious Italian Assassin. "
"Desmondology is the study of all that is Desmond."
"Kadarism is the love of a young Journeyman Assassin who died simply to fuck up emotions."
"Leonardoism is the love of an easily excited inventor who has problems with the concept of personal space."
"Malikism is the love of a one-armed Bureau Leader with a sassy attitude. "
"Shaunism is the love of an angry British man who has problems with third-world countries."
"Clayology is the study of the only Assassin who felt that the walls of Abstergo looked better painted blood red."
"Yusufism is the love for an Assassin who enjoys trolling the others, no matter who it may be."
Fulmine15 May 1466, SpringFulmine2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Claudia hid her head under her pillow, brown tresses ruffled from constant tossing and turning.
Maria would have a fit in the morning with her daughter's hair, trying to brush and bind it back so it sat smooth against her head.
Poking her head out from under the pillow, she let out a soft yelp and hid again, thunder rumbling loudly in the sky, lightning flashing across her vision and illuminating the room she shared with little Petruccio.
She hated thunderstorms with a passion, was afraid of them to death.
She whined, a soft sound that was similar to a young pup and crawled out of bed, shuffling past her brother's bed as he himself slept soundly.
In a way, he was lucky. To be so young and not have any fears that required comfort.
Claudia opened the heavy wooden door on her own, grunting softly with the effort, grinning before jumping as the growling rumble of thunder met her ears again, sending her scurrying to her parents r
AC: Scent"Novice! Insufferable fool of an idiot, son of an ass!"AC: Scent4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It is just one pot! Replaceable! Malik, don't you dare..."
Despite the situation, Altair was grinning. Malik had the worst temper sometimes, especially in the summer, when everyone was irritable and moody from the heat. Altair ducked a thrown paperweight, that hit the wall behind him with a dull crack.
"Malik, I will fetch you another bottle, it is not that terrible a situation! Calm. down." Altair easily caught Al-Sayf's wrist, the hand attached to it holding the said pot of ink that was victim to Altair's addle-minded action of leaving the top off. Flakes of black sprinkled across his tunic, forgotten in the attempt to calm the Dai down.
"You will buy me five pots of the finest India, in all the colors, with your own allowance, or I will never let you into my office again!" Malik was halfway done frothing, still glaring at Altair heatedly. The assassin chuckled, shaking his head.
"I will buy you what you wish. Just don't use th
Friendship and BrotherhoodAltair dragged himself through the white wet snow, hand clasped to his side to keep the blood in. It was no use, he knew. The wound was too big to cover with one hand. Blood continued to trickle from the slashed flesh. Hed jerked the knife out and left it in the snow some way back. He hoped the pursuers would not see it. His blood was enough of a trail for them to follow.Friendship and Brotherhood7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His breath was vapour in the air. He crawled on, face frozen in a grim expression of desperate determination. Malik was waiting for him back at that abandoned farm out in the country behind a snow-covered hill. He was no doubt worried that neither Altair nor Abbas were back yet. But he could do nothing they had agreed that he was to be ready to ride out when they got back from the task they had come to do.
The snow hissed under him, yielding to his body. His fingers were frozen from digging through it. His hand was so numb he did not feel it anymore. Nor was he aware of the cold gnawing at him, steadily w
Encounter: Chapter 1Weapons flashing, angry voices. "Assassin! Assassin!"Encounter: Chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The assassin- Altaïr Ibn La Ahad- scaled the wall, desperate to escape the guards. He let out a cry when an arrow struck his back. Fire ran up and down his spine.
In his pause during the climb, an archer took advantage and shot another arrow at Altaïr. It hit his right arm, making him lose his grip on the wall. Altaïr dangled from the ledge with his left hand, pain shooting up his arms and back as he tried to swing his legs up to get back. The first time didn't work, the second he barely made it on.
By this time one of the guards had attempted to go after Altaïr. A sword in his hand, he scrambled up the wall. With his terribly injured state Altaïr had trouble reaching the top. The guard approached him, taking a jab with his sword and missing. But he had slipped on something; the guard glanced down to see wet blood. Glancing up he saw Altaïr's blood dripping on him. It gave him courage that the as
I am the One_AC PoemsI am the One_AC Poems4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am the one who seeks Knowledge,
Hidden within these ancient relics,
Treasures of uncontrollable Power.
I am the one who seeks Leadership,
Guide the truehearted warriors,
To Fight off the evil within our World.
I am the Mentor.
I am the one who seeks Vengeance,
For the deaths of my family,
And the Lives of the Innocent.
I am the one who seeks for the Truth,
To know my enemy's plans,
In order to Stop their sinful Conspiracy.
I am the Messenger.
I am the one who seeks for Justice,
Fighting for what is right,
To gain Victory from my foe's defeat.
I am the one who seeks for Freedom,
Encounter endless battles,
To bring Peace for all people of the Nation.
I am the Warrior.
I am the one who seeks for Guidance,
To uncover the past,
From my Ancestors before me.
I am the one who seeks for Courage,
Fight through the struggles,
In order to Save the Future from Disaster.
I am the Chosen One.
Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 1Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Connor rested his head against the truck window, watching the trees pass as blurs while the old Chevy rumbled along. His head vibrated against the window, causing his brain to rattle. He sat up straight again, facing forward. He peeked at the old woman driving the truck beside him. She could barely peer over the steering wheel because she was so hunched and small. He felt another wave of frustration come over him as he thought about why he was in the truck with his grandmother in the first place.
"Frustrated, Ratonhnhaké:ton?" she asked.
Connor knew she had a sixth sense now. There was no denying it.
"Perhaps," he said with a sigh.
She grinned sadly. "I was not happy about this at first either, but this is what your mother wanted. We can't go against her wishes."
Connor nodded, gulping down the now familiar lump in his throat that formed every time someone mentioned his mother. He felt like a bowling ball had settled in his stomach as well. It weighed down everything he did. "Wh
AltMal: Rainy MorningsAltaïr likes the rainy days, the mornings especially.AltMal: Rainy Mornings3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They allow him to stay in bed just a little longer, and there’s nothing quite like the steady sound of raindrops hitting the world outside, especially when combined with the steady breathing of the man next to him.
Altaïr always wakes up a little earlier on those rainy mornings; it’s almost like his subconsiousness hears it in his sleeping state and wakes him up, just so he can listen, just so he can stay awake a bit longer and just listen.
Altaïr is never as relaxed as during those prescious moments.
His days are filled with work, with training, with missions, with other people.
But the rainy mornings offers him peace for just a little while longer.
Offers him time with Malik for just a little while longer.
The name slips easily of his tongue, a loving caress he himself can barely hear over the steady sound of water from outside.
And yet Malik hears it.
Maybe the sound of his name com
Steve x Reader: Gentleman part 2After the little conversation with Steve, you hurried back to your room finding the door wide open with Natasha spread out across your bed. You stepped forward entering your room and glancing at the door then back at her, confusion written all over your face.Steve x Reader: Gentleman part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Picking the lock” She simply said, sitting up crossing her legs.
“Ugh, only if I had a bobby pin!” You said, mostly to yourself.
“So did you plan your revenge yet?” She asked you, raising one of her eyebrows.
“I wouldn’t call it revenge,” You air quoted the ‘revenge’ part, “It’s just… a plan, an evil one that will destroy his ego or might,” you said, walking towards her to sit down at the edge of the bed.
“Whatever floats your boat,” She stood up, “But I’m in, “She said, exiting the room.
---A few hours later----
I went back to my room to hide from those two. I knew that (y/n) was plan
Assassin's Creed II: EternityAssassin's Creed II: Eternity5 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
Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 2Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Connor walked out onto the back porch the next morning, glancing at Ellie’s house before sitting down on the steps. He tapped his foot. For some reason, he couldn’t keep still. He pulled at the collar of his t-shirt, wondering if he looked silly as he waited for Ellie to come out. She had said to meet her on the back porch, but she wasn’t there. Maybe she had been joking?
The sound of a door opening chased his fears away. He stood up as Ellie walked out, dressed similarly to yesterday.
She stretched, grinning at him. “Ready?”
He hopped over the fences, following her to the front. She took off at a steady pace down the sidewalk and Connor easily stayed beside her. Connor loved to exercise, but hadn’t regularly for the past month or so. It was making him feel a bit restless.
He looked around in curiosity as he followed her down the sidewalk. Connor was so anxious about meeting his father the other day that he hadn’t really gotten a good look arou
She's a Lady (Steve x Reader)A/N: Please read the DESCRIPTION box first, thanks!She's a Lady (Steve x Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She’s a Lady (Steve x Reader)
You woke up early enough to start making breakfast. You had wanted to do something special for your roommates especially now that you were all under one roof for at least for a couple of days until Thor had to leave for Asgard again and before you were all given assignments that would probably divide you into groups of two just like the last time.
After you showered, you had decided to wear a black tank top along with matching colored bike shorts and black flip flops. You were tying back your hair into a simple lose bun when you entered the large posh looking kitchen inside the tower. Flipping on the little red switch of the coffee maker it immediately began to heat and bubble as the scent of freshly brewed coffee slowly started filling the room.
“Good morning JARVIS!” you called as you pulled out ingredients here and there you were in need of for the pancakes,
Who are you? SamXHuntress!reader"I'm going to the library" Sam sighed, grabbing his laptop which was warm on the bottom from sitting on the sticky table for so long, and placed it carefully in the worn down leather bag. Dean, as usual at a bar, was sitting with a few women, some of which were wearing clothes way too tight for their bodies, others wore loose dresses that slid down past the chest, exposing their colorful bras. Obviously they couldn't care less, seeing as they were giggling like school girls at the older Winchester. He had always had a charm on women, Sam wasn't sure if it was for his looks or his charisma. Both maybe?Who are you? SamXHuntress!reader11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yes, Sam Winchester was a little bit jealous of his brother for being able to easily be with a girl, and not have them killed in a horrible accident.
But he would never admit that.
He assumed Dean didn't hear him due to the crappy music, and the loud (and not to mention obnoxious) laughing from the gaggle of desperate women. Though he didn't seem to mind, Dean deserved some "fun" time, he
Steve x reader: Gentleman Part 3 (Final)“We can’t get in there,” the worker told Fury.Steve x reader: Gentleman Part 3 (Final)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Why not?” Fury asked glaring at the worker once again.
“(Name) locked the doors, the only way to see them is through the large window that shows the training room,” he said.
“Then what are we waiting for?” I asked.
~ Looking through the large window~
“Shit! This is pretty bad,” I said to Phil.
Phil just stared at the scene in front of him.
“This one is not bad at all, “Phil looked back at me,” So what did Clint do this time?”He asked casually.
“What do mean this is not bad?” Bruce asked Phil pointing at Clint half naked in a spinning wheel with knifes of different sizes stuck to it,” Because this is pretty bad to me,” He said then (name) threw another knife near Clint’s right leg, then he explained what Clint did to you.
“The worst I think was when (name) hanged Clint above a shark tank because he had cut her hair
My BoyMy Boy.My Boy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'll just call you that, if you don't mind. I know it's not your real name, but your real name hard to pronounce for me. Impossible, practically. I'm not particularly proud of that. After all, I am your father and it would be fair to call you by your actual name. But it seems few people around you have a feel for the Mohawk tongue, so like them, I will call you by a simpler name.
It's been three days since you left. Three days since you walked away from me in Valley Forge. You threatened to kill me should I follow or stop you and I have not seen you since.
Frankly, I wonder if I should have gone after you. Should have helped you. I should have simply ignored your threats and followed you anyway. Maybe then, you'd see things my way. Maybe you would finally listen to me. Maybe then, you would see reason and finally trust me.
Still, trusting is a hard thing for you to do, isn't it? After all the idealist nonsense that that senile fool Achilles put in