Connor's Creed Part 1 I catch sight of her at Myriam's wedding while I'm walking her down the aisle. It's all I can do to keep my feet moving.Connor's Creed Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Myriam," I whisper to her as we walk.
"What is it Connor?" she responds out the side of her mouth.
"Who's that woman in the back? The one in the blue dress?"
"Connor, it's my wedding. I'm not looking at anyone but Norris."
"Right, sorry," I say, escorting her the rest of the way and handing her off to Norris. I take my seat and exert all my will in an attempt to remain facing forward. When the wedding is over and everyone is filing out of the chapel she's suddenly gone. I actually panic for a moment before remembering I'm an assassin, I can find anyone I'd like. What's wrong with me? I've never had much interest in the opposite sex before, I've always thought of them as more of a distraction. Perhaps it's different now that the war is over, my people have moved on, and my biggest resp
The Razor's Edge - PrologueDisclaimer: This is a fan fiction. I own nothing but the story. The characters belong to their respective creators at CAPCOM, CORE Design and Crystal Dynamics.The Razor's Edge - Prologue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Razor's Edge
The sharp edge of a razor is difficult to pass over; thus the wise say the path to Salvation is hard.
A Hindu proverb.
March 4, 2009
The clicking of high heels echoed loudly off the cold and shiny floor as the blonde led the way through a long corridor of the scientific establishment. Blueish, fluorescent light reflected hardly off the polished steel-clad walls that amplified and dislocated the savage hissing of a distant ventilation fan. The thin scent of sterility hung in the air, gradually growing stronger as the man and the woman took a right, passed a few nondescript doors and carried on until they stopped in front of a heavy iron door. A metallic plate on the left read "X-72". The man watched the blonde closely from beneath his black shades as she unlock
EzioxReader ~Dark Knight in White Robes~(Y/N) - Your NameEzioxReader ~Dark Knight in White Robes~11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
(F/C) -Favorite Color
(Y/L/N) - Your Last Nmae
(F/L/N) - Favorite/Random Last Name
(S/C) -Skin Color
Your family was one of the richest in all Firenze and since you were born you lived surrounded of important people and therefore, as a Young lady you needed to start with your duties and studies and always trying to act as lady like as possible to keep the image of “the perfect family” in public, but you never saw yourself like that, in fact you weren’t really as docile as any other girls of your age.
As the years passed the pressure on your shoulders grew more and more, you had more activities, more duties and just like a plus you had to start looking for a good husband, one that could put even higher the name of your family.
-Mother why do I have to go to that party? There isn’t going to be anyone from my age. –You complained as the maids helped you to p
Lara and Sam: Something FunThere was something about the simple act of reading that Lara found fascinating. The fact that one's mind could, almost magically, block out everything around it and focus entirely on the printed word. It was one mystery even she didn't want solved, mainly because it had helped her extensively over the years. Especially on days like today, when finding the strength of mind to concentrate proved to be a challenge.Lara and Sam: Something Fun2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Although, that was a problem less caused by her own mental capacity, and more by the girl laying on the bed beside her. Despite being politely asked more than once to keep her distance, Sam insisted on staying by her side throughout the night. Ordinarily, she'd have no problem with this, but over time, the girl's various habits began to wear on her patience.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lara would constantly catch the motion of Sam's lips moving. Sometimes, she found it cute when the girl would sing alongside the music flowing through her ear-buds, now was not one of those ti
EzioxReader ~Fourth wall? What Fourth Wall?~Lesson 2 ~Free run~EzioxReader ~Fourth wall? What Fourth Wall?~9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
After the message faded away from the air you had to wait what seemed an eternity to you, it were at least 10 minutes that you spend running around chasing the twinkling lines in the air until being out of breath, you were waiting lying down in the floor when the familiar tremble came in.
-Finally! –You shouted, the room of the animus vanished and became the vivid landscape of the countryside, you were back, your mates already in formation waiting for you to join, Ezio was in there as well waiting for you to come along.
-I’m happy to see all the improvement you have made. –He looked at you specifically as his words escaped from his mouth, his lips curving into a gentle smile. –Now that you have mastered how to reach your target being unseen, you need to learn how to do it in movement. –His gentle expression faded as he turned to look the other novices, he was giving you a special treatment, an internal sc
RE: A light in the shadowsRE: A light in the shadows7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A light in the shadows
She was trapped. In the narrow passageway, she had no chance to escape. There was one on the left and one on the right. Freaks, monsters, whatever there were called; they caught her, ready to rip her into pieces. They were growling menacingly, drool dropping from their hideous jaws. Step by step, they were getting closer. Their long claws were shining in the dangerous sunlight.
She was tired, she was thirsty, and she was out of breath. Only one bullet remained in her handgun. She could try to kill one of her predators, but she had absolutely no chance to kill the other. The girl heavily sighed. It was over. Just give up and let them do their job. No one could save her. The rest of her team was completely on the other side of the town. Why had she come that way? She got lost and ended up in a deathtrap. She was so desperate and dizzy from the heat and the lack of water that she didnt think about using her walkie-talkie to contact her friends.
TMC Family Reunion: Part OneSeries Title: After the Reapers; The Miranda ChroniclesTMC Family Reunion: Part One4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: Mass Effect universe © BioWare
Any character you haven't heard of © me
Thanks go to my Beta; Blueglaceon, who despite having little knowledge of the Mass Effect universe, agreed to edit the series anyway. Thanks, Blue!
Thanks also go to LuxDragon for allowing me to use ideas from his fic; Fight for the Lost
The Family Reunion series takes place a week after Delaying the Inevitable
Also, for those of you who don't know, X's background is Spacer/War Hero/Soldier/Paragon.
Family Reunion Only A Matter of Time
"Citadel Control, this is Normandy SR-2. Requesting permission to land," Shepard could hear Joker's voice as he approached the cockpit, clad in his off duty clothes which consisted of an unbuttoned, three-quarter length, red and white chequered shirt over a white singlet and a
OC Boxing Profile- NegInkOC Boxing Profile- NegInk3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
AM Weight class: Light Heavyweight/Heavyweight
Professional weight class: Heavyweight
Boxer type: Boxer puncher/swarmer/slugger(combination)
AM record: 92-8-0-45 KOs
Pro record: 0-0-0
Favorite punch: Right cross
Sunday Punch: Yin and the Yang- A hard left elbow counter with her left arm. She places her right glove from her hip and steps forward and throws a wicked right cross to the jaw.
Favorite combo: A quick jab, fake left cross, and finishes with a right uppercut to the stomach.
Second favorite combo: A right straight to the nose, left hook to the ribs, a fake right hook, and finishes with a right uppercut of the chin.
Theme song: Memories of You/Kimi no Kioku by Persona 3 OST
Note: She may also come out to the orchestra version of this song sometimes, but she will mostly do it for her serious fights or fights for a title.
Power: 7.5 out of 10
Speed: 9 out of 10
Stamina: 9 out of 10
Defense: 8 out of 10
Toughness: 7 out of 10
You Know You're ObsessedYou Know You're Obsessed7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
...With HIM and Ville Valo When:
1. Tattooing the portraits of dead poets on your body makes perfect sense.
2. You know EXACTLY what DILLIGAF means.
3. In fact, you might even have DILLIGAF somewhere on your skin.
4. November 22nd is an International holiday and should be celebrated by all.
5. If you see anything with a heartagram on it, you either buy it, or resist the urge because your house is already covered in them.
6. Your favorite colors are red, black, and purple. And sometimes hot pink.
7. You know who Daniel Lioneye actually is.
8. Someone says Our Lord and you instantly say, Oh, youre a fan of HIM, too?!
9. You considered purchasing a chicken foot.
10. $50 seems completely reasonable for a Limited Edition CD.
11. Your internet screen name has one or more of the following in it- heartagram, 666, 616, Valo, razorblade, sin, poison, redemption, or any other HIM lyric reference.
12. Getting Ville Valos water bottle at a concert is the eq
The InternetIf you think for yourself, you will be taught how to think.The Internet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you make it, it will be theirs.
If you defend yourself, you will not be defended.
If you let others defend you, it will be too late.
This is a world where sin wins,
and if you are benevolent, others will be malevolent or even violent.
The masked man basks in his truth,
the truth that he cruelly casts out.
The mask is refreshing, but it is corrupting,
it is disrupting of your way of life.
Masked men gather to ruin lives,
jealous of the ones who have one.
They can be who they wanted to be,
as girly as a princess, or as heroic as Hercules.
But in the end, when your patience is depleting,
when everyone just keeps bleating,
you can simply resort to deleting it all.
While others find the mask and put it on,
others take the opposite path,
and drone on about their daily life.
They give out information,
that they would handle with caution otherwise.
But in the end, when their patience is depleting,
when everyone just keeps bleating,
Easter poem for JillDear Jill,Easter poem for Jill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Oh fuck - it's Easter,
But I love you.
England-AutophobiaLook at him.England-Autophobia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur Kirkland, personification of England.
The man who shows no other emotion other than anger. There were very few times where the emotion changed to a lighter one but that was long ago.
Those feelings have long since left him.
They don't know. They don't seem to care.
He pushes everyone away because he doesn't know how to do anything but that. He secretly loves to be around the others at the meetings. He just hates going home when they're over.
No one sees. No one listens.
They don't see him sob to himself at his drab home. They don't know that he wants someone to love desperately, but he just can't seem to do it. His fear had that effect.
They don't see through his tsundere mask.
They don't know his fears.
But he does. He knows. And he hates it.
Designer PrisonDesigner Prison9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Rain is a peculiar thing - and so are you.
As the ground becomes a panoramic sponge and the world becomes a shallow sea, you shower in baking powder, only to have it wash away and leave streaks upon your face. this is a losing battle with Mother Nature; she knows your game-plan. She may wear spectacles with lenses miles thick; but she can see you with perfect precision and pluck you from the cloud you have not-so-gracefully fought to reach.
Your sling-backs do not provide much traction upon that cloud, do they? Water vapor is harder to walk on every day; surely one day you will ge tthe hang of it and show your superiority. But be careful. Your face is still running - running away.
Your prison is a white-collar resort, where guards and convicts drink Mai-Tais and show faux pity for the poor boy with no pants. His feet are scabbed over and his hair is nappy and matted; yet his smile can power a small country. This is freedom.
Your shackles look a little tight - but they are Gucci. I am s
(Altair x Reader) What Happened?Altair x Reader(Altair x Reader) What Happened?2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No problem; I can totally do this," you muttered to yourself through muffled fabric. You shifted your weight hesitantly, however nevertheless stepped forward toward the edge of the stone crevice. You felt your heartbeat jolt, and mentally slapped yourself for being so cowardly. Sure, you were great at combat fighting, blackmailing, and slipping and blending through crowds.
Clearly you were not showing much faith in doing the Leap of Faith. Balling up your fists, you glanced nervously at your mentor, for any signs of encouragement. He roughly nodded, though the full assassin next to him rolled his eyes. You could easily read his lips; "Novices."
You grimaced at this, though in the corner of your eyes, your friend gave you a somewhat comforted smirk.
"Altaïr!" you hissed, nervously. "Why don't you go first?" You would've asked Malik first, but before you could, he had already bravely leaped from the ledge.
You knew those two since the day
Top 10: Predictions for 2009Top 10 Predictions for 2009Top 10: Predictions for 20096 years ago in Humor More Like This
10. US Dollar collapses, new Skittles-based economy implemented.
9. DeviantArt and Google merge. Entire world embraces dA as a new paradigm for peace and love, and art appreciation soars. Wars cease and defense budgets are instead diverted to the act of creation, not destruction.
Literature community is still ignored.
8. Honda introduces new plasma-powered hybrid car, solving both homeless and energy crises simultaneously.
7. Apple's next gen iPhone released. Weighs 4 pounds, has a full-sized keyboard, 14" LCD panel, and a lid that closes. People stand in line and pay $6000 USD to own one.
6. Time travelling Abe Lincoln shows up at President Obama's inauguration and delivers high-fives to everyone.
5. Britanny Spear's career continues to emit enormous sucking sound.
4. Vast new reserves of oil are located on the moon. First interplanetary war begins as BP and Chevron fight
We are AssassinsNo matter how much blood we spillWe are Assassins1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how many graves we fill
Forever we are meant to fight
We work in the dark, to serve the light
You play too much Ace Combat?You play too much Ace Combat?8 years ago in Humor More Like This
After a research made trough different forums and website dealing with the gaming subject "Ace Combat"... we found out that this game can cause a serious change in a persons personality and behaviour. This happens often because the players of Ace Combat are often to addicted to that game.
You play too much Ace Combat when:
-You downloaded from the internet all the soundtracks from Ace Combat... including the one of Ace Combat Advance and even the ripoff soundtrack from AC6 demo.
-When a friend of yours convinces you to do something, you reply "Let's do this Garuda 1!".
-You pick a favourite country of AC world according to your own nationality; USA=Osea, Germany=Belka, Russia=Yuktobania, etc.
-You don't find an AC nation comparable to your country, you create your own new country in AC world and you make a whole new Ace Combat version.
-When you're on the shower or bored you normaly whistle, but you whistle AC5 and AC6 main themes.
-You're counting the days until the Circum-Pacific War
I'm FineI'm fine.I'm Fine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clearly you see that I'm not.
But really I'm fine.
Always have been.
But no I'm not.
I'm not fine.
Saying your fine means nothing.
It is a lie.
But I say it anyways.
It's all I can say.
To keep them away.
Because telling them won't help.
Because they don't understand.
Explainations won't do.
So I say those two words.
Just to keep them satisfied.
While my mind scream "I'M NOT FINE".
My lips are in a straight line.
I show no signs of being "not fine".
But that's just a mask.
So really, I'm not fine.
But I'll keep saying it.
I'll keep saying it till you're satisfied.
Because it's my problem.
It's never your problem.
So you shouldn't have to worry.
But I want you to worry really.
But telling you that is selfish.
I can't be selfish.
Selfish is bad.
So if you ask,
Yes I am fine.
But no I am not fine.
I am far from it.
But I'll tell you that lie again.
So you don't make that face.
Even thought I'm not fi
The Rain FallsRain... Rain patting on the roofThe Rain Falls6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a boy sitting on the window...
He looks at the falling rain throughout the glass
His hand touches it gently...
pat... pat... pat...
The rain falls, and falls
Throughout the window a boy looks...
He clenches his fist
And the rain falls even more...
Promise Me...It was the perfect opportunity. The time was set just right.Promise Me...9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could hear the assassin's light breathing from the other room, a shuffle of movement as he snuggled deeper into the pillows to get more comfortable.
There was a pause, and then no more movement and that signaled Malik that the man had fallen into the deepest part of sleep. For the next three hours he would not wake unless something touched him, and now Malik had his chance.
His sword was fastened to his belt, the feather lying on his desk was now being tucked into a safe place in his shirt. He rose from where he was sitting and walked out and into the room right beside his.
The man was asleep on the fluffed pillows that lay on the floor, arms curled underneath his head. His legs were bent so they ruffled the front of his robes, making the outfit look bigger on him than it really was. Lips parted just centimeters apart, it softened his face, making it look more innocent.
He...he looked like a child. The child Malik knew sin
Food fightTitle: Food FightFood fight3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect 2
Disclaimer: dont own anything, Bioware does
“It seems that Jacob really likes Kasumi.” A voice behind me says. Instead of turning around, I just lean backwards, until I’m looking upside down at the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. She rolls her eyes at my antics, and I grin as I straighten up, motioning for her to take a seat beside me.
“Well, she is a really likable person.” I smile, looking at the soldier and the thief, just as she steals a piece of meat from his plate.
I feel Miranda’s hand on mine, under the table, and when I look at her, I see her looking at Kasumi and Jacob, small smile on her face.
I put my other hand over hers and she turns her gaze on me, still smiling.
We don’t need words.
Our eyes say everything that needs to be said.
We lean towards each other, but just as our lips were about to touch, something hits m
OC Race - The DaharashkOC Race - The Daharashk2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MLP: FiM OC Race - Daharashk
(Also called Sand-Snappers, Dune-Sharks, or Blind-Maws)
Creatures hailing from Saddle Arabia and the many surrounding deserts. Their name is more of a curse than a title, translated to mean "Wolves of the Desert Wind." Though they look much like the kind and peace-loving citizens of Equestria in way of form, these predators are hardly either. They are extremely dangerous, and make certain portions of the high deserts and mountainous areas impossible to traverse except by air. Thankfully, no Daharashk has been seen bearing wings like the pegasi of their equine cousins, and thus have not taken to the skies.
Generally dark or sand-colored, they blend almost perfectly into their environment. As well as having a somewhat thicker coat of fur to protect from the powerful wind and sands of their home. Though they often range into darker shades, even to black, very few if any brighter colors are seen among the Daharashk as it would affect their natural camoufl