FF : She'd Been a GoddessFF : She'd Been a Goddess11 months ago in Romance More Like This
She was a dance of winter blue,
A determined flame of cold white dawn.
Her eyes, once a child’s, now deepened to an ocean,
A timeline of loneliness and suppression.
She’d become an adult.
All child-like desires restrained—
Seeing her this way makes my heart ache.
In her youth, she’d been a goddess,
An ethereal howl of biting winter wind.
Never holding back.
Now she stands,
A mere whisper choking the storm inside.
I want her to scream,
To let go of this tranquil heresy
And call forth all the corners of her wild heart.
I want her to be free.
Barabbas--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Barabbas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Because anyone can feel fear, just as anyone can find hope "
Your first thought goes something along the lines of, 'What is this feeling?' Your second, 'What is this icy vise that's gripping my heart?'
His breath came short. His hands trembled, one stained red where it clutched his side. Bile rose in the back of his throat. His eyes darted about, frantically seeking that which they could not find. Dodging around behind a pillar, he tried to quiet his breathing in order to hear better, but the frantic thundering of his heartbeat drowned out all else.
Your third thought is of whether or not you can escape the thing or things that have caused this feeling, this unfamiliar sensation to creep about your mind, and then worm its way into the very center of your thoughts, your being, chokin
.:Ezio x Reader:. Sneaky.:Ezio x Reader:. Sneaky1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a nice day in Monteriggioni, Italy as you jumped from place to place on the roofs; you weren't sure what to do today really, all you ever do is assassinate certain people and blend in with crowds. You are anonymous. Well, you were until one day you spotted a man in white and red. You couldn't really make out his face, but he was fighting some guards along an ally. Idiots. If you were them who saw the man in white assassinate the person next to you, you would've said, "Forget this, I'm out."
You crouched on a wooden plank and watched the man slice a guards throat and pounce on the other. It's like something you would do if you-
"Get off that building or die!" A guard said bringing out his sword, running towards you. You pulled out your blade and quickly slashed his throat without saying a word. You turned to the direction the man was and saw him staring at you.
'Oh shit!' You thought as you ran the opposite direction from him.
You huffed when you arrived at y
Altair's Sadness- Allow Me to Introduce Myself.Altair's Sadness- Allow Me to Introduce Myself.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An archer hit the dusty ground below the rooftop, blood splashing onto the dust and the robes of nearby citizens from the stab wound in his back. A white-robed man leapt overhead, ignoring the screams from the people below as they scrambled away from the body, the area emptying temporarily. He sprinted away from the grotesque scene, landing on the next rooftop and making sure that the blood-red feather was still tucked safely away in his large, brown belt. The figure slowed as a wooden, cross-beamed roof came into view. He checked that no prying eyes were watching before dropping down a square opening onto the ledge below.
Master Assassin Altair Ibn La-Ahad paused for a moment to let his honey-gold colored eyes adjust to the darkness. Night had long ago fallen over the great city of Jerusalem, the stars barely lighting the desert landscape. The Assassin's Bureau was empty, save for a novice sleeping, curled, on the pillows that lined a corner of the small room. Sliding off the e
Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 2Age 6Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 25 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Malik yanked the wooden figure out of Kadar's tiny hands, causing the latter to fall down backwards onto his butt and start crying. Malik turned away and crossed his arms over his chest, satisfied, until their mother came into the room, carrying a basket of now clean clothes in her arms. She frowned, taking in the scene, placing the basket delicately on the floor.
"What happened?" she demanded.
"Brubba took the doggie from me!" Kadar wailed.
"Dog?" she asked sharply.
Malik reluctantly held out the little wooden dog statue that she had gotten him for his fifth birthday. "It's mine, and Kadar stole it." he said defensively.
"Malik, Kadar's only three." she said, taking it gently from his hands, "He doesn't know any better. Why don't you just let him play with it? Besides, your his older brother, and you're supposed to protect Kadar, not be mean to him."
Their mother handed the toy to Kadar, who's crying ceased abruptly. Malik glared at them both and stomped out of the
BogeymanBogeyman.Bogeyman2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There's no such thing as the bogeyman.
There is no such thing as an embodiment of terror. No such thing as monsters under the bed. No such thing as terrible beings hiding in the shadows, coming to get you when you least expect it.
Even now, when the full moon lights up an otherwise pitch black sky, there is nothing to be afraid of. Especially when surrounding by thick, solid walls, in the safety of one's bed, this applies. Especially when there are several others lining the wall, each filled with a contently sleeping body, always reassuring you that you are not alone.
The little girl at the St. Catherine's convent tries her very best to remember that. She has to. It's the only way she will ever be able to sleep. The only thing that will make her feel somewhat safe in this large, echoing hall.
She has been at the convent for a while now. Half a year at the very least. Frankly, it's not so bad to live here. The nuns are kind and she is well-fed. Every day, after her chor
EzioxReader ~Fourth Wall? What Fourth Wall?~Lesson 1 ~Blend in~EzioxReader ~Fourth Wall? What Fourth Wall?~6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
In the tailor the men attended you very kindly and quickly, it took only a few seconds to be fully dressed with some very simple White robes, actually they kind of materialized on you and after having paid the service you ran back to Isola Tiberina in which Maquiavelli was already waiting for you in the front door.
-I see you are ready now. –He said giving a few steps closer to you without looking away from the clothing. –I sent other novices to do the same, they will join us shortly. –You nodded and Both of you waited no more than 5 seconds before other 3 persons appeared literally from the air, there were two women that looked exactly the same and a man, all of you wearing the exactly same robes, it seemed that in here there was no individuality. –Follow me I will guide you to the training camps in the countryside. – You nodded instantly but then remembered that you were in the central district,
EzioxAssassin!Reader ~Fate is always by your side~~Chapter 1~ HomeEzioxAssassin!Reader ~Fate is always by your side~7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Years passed and you turned seventeen, your father trained you as best as he could, you learned how to fight, how to blend in a crowd, how to avoid guards, how to kill in a silent way, even taught you how to pick pocket people, sometimes an assassin runs out of funds and needs to do this, but just in emergencies of course.
You have been thinking of how to tell your father that you wanted to go back to Firenze to see Ezio, but whenever you tried to get the topic he changed it or said he was too busy doing other things, you decided to just ignore it but sometimes it made you feel sad, you didn’t have any friends because of your training and the only people you knew were the maids of the house, some of your French siblings and the people of the order you were in.
Your ceremony was meant to be in a few days and your dad was preparing all that was required, you were anxious because of it and you decided that after your ceremony you woul
Bondage shop: Mary and Susan «This is probably our most popular ball gag,» I say to my customer, picking it out for her and giving it to her for inspection. Her name is Mary, and she’s a blonde with her hair in a ponytail and green eyes. She’s about average height for a young woman her age, which in short is 21+ to be able to shop at here, and her bust… well, let’s just say she’s wearing a baggy hoodie, and I can still see they’re big. Her black socks are visible between a small gap between her sport pants and her sneakers.Bondage shop: Mary and Susan11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She came in here looking for very specific items. Rope, tape and a ball gag were among them. We had already picked up some rope and tape, and now we’re looking for a good gag.
“Yeah, it looks good,” she says. “But… something in pink, perhaps?”
“Certainly,” I say with a smile. “I think there’s one… a, yes, here. It’s becoming more and more popular wit
Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 1Age 5:Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 15 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The two Master Assassins sat in an office, one open to anyone at Masyaf, shelves lined with books towering around them against the four walls if the small, rectangular room. Mostly, the two assassins did not use it very often; usually they were too busy to sit down and relax, and when they did have free time, they would spend it practicing fighting or entertaining their young sons.
One of the assassins, a man with messy black hair, charcoal eyes, and a long, hawk-like nose was sitting in one of the chairs with a small stack of books on the table separating him from the other man with his hidden blade sitting next to them, safely out of reach of grabbing hands, although he took no notice of either. Rather, his full attention was on the blue-eyed two-year-old sitting on his lap, who was attempting to shove his entire fist into his mouth.
The other man was lounging lazily in his own chair, the chair tipped back dangerously on its back two legs. The man's muddy, leather boots
(Altair x Reader) What Happened?Altair x Reader(Altair x Reader) What Happened?1 year 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.
"Altaļr!" 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
ACIV Nothing you can spend -Ch10- Do Not Go GentlyWhen I woke up, at first I didn’t understand where the hell I’m. It took me several minutes and a brief looking around to finally admit that I’m inside Edward’s manor. It was so good to lie on a proper bed after months of sailing that I took my time. Silk sheet, soft pillow and warm blanket – these are not kind of things I’m used to. I feel like I was sleeping on a soft cloud. Setting myself a bit higher on the bed I start observing the room I’m in. It isn’t different from the whole house- the same light palette of wallpapers, the same elegant style that reigned everywhere in the manor. One thing I find different – this room looks inhabited. The dresser is piled with shirts and pants at different stages of dirtiness; with holsters and belts hanging over the lacquered surface and stretching down to the floor; with trinkets and several golden coins; some drawers are open – entrails jut out here and there out of them. No doubt thACIV Nothing you can spend -Ch10- Do Not Go Gently1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Promise Me...It was the perfect opportunity. The time was set just right.Promise Me...5 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
Angels in the kitchen ch.4Angels in the kitchenAngels in the kitchen ch.41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Four: First day babysitting
Castiel has been living with Dean and Sam for a whole week now, and while he has enjoyed going to the garage with Dean, he is immensely happy that today he gets to stay at the house with Sam. He has learned how to order food for them, since Dean hasn't had the time to properly teach him how to cook and apparently food created with magic tastes awful, and he has learned how to properly keep Sam clean and safe. So today is the big day, the day he proves to Dean he can actually help him.
Holding Sam in his arms he watches as Dean gets ready before coming up to them and smiling at his little brother.
"I'll be back later, help Castiel out when he needs it." He says before leaning forward and awkwardly hugging the boy in Castiel's arms. "W-well…on that note…don't burn down my house, make sure he stays in one piece, and the take-out menus are on the fridge."
Collecting VersesCollecting Verses9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~Love, you'll be the death of me, yet I dare not refuse
your arms, your eyes, my soul, my heart, and all that'll be the death of you~
...a Storm he hides behind his gaze.
What darling child is this that seems
to hold within all heaven's dreams?
Within his eyes, all icy blue
what burdens weigh, what cares take root?
His skin ne'er lit by glow of blood
beguiles the moon to bring the flood.
These tender hands they holdeth sway
the sky, his eyes now metal gray.
How shall thee overcome these walls
How break through fates' most cruel net
that forbid thy heart into loving fall
and forbid rain from eyes-- now violet?
Smouldering... in all senses of the word
What darkness tending has there been
beneath that cloak of gabardine
that lustrous shine those sunlit eyes
'gainst skin by sun caramelized?
What radiant death was 'ere made thine
that made thy heart forgot of rhyme
of beat and cadence, beat, and yet
grant thy brea
Death OfDeath Of4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They had invaded Masyaf with no warning.
The Templars sliced first through the village, killing almost everyone in the streets. Those who were in their homes were dragged out and murdered. The woman were raped and left in the bloodied roads. The children were thrown off the cliffs.
The assassins fought like they never had before. Time soon found Altair and Malik fighting back to back, their blades twirling in a dance of death. The master assassin blocked a sword with his short blade, pushing it aside and giving the Templar a blow to the head, throwing him back and to the ground. Another took up his position, ready to strike at the best moment. Malik was faring no better, there were simply too many of the enemy to take down. An exceptionally loud clang of steel against steel made him turn for a split second. Altair and a Templar guard were locked in a deadly dance. The master assassin was oblivious to the impending doom to his right. The enemy raised his blade, bringing down with a sile
Kiddway's Game: AU Assassin's Creed Black Flag 4 "Ah, Kenway, you really aren't any good at this, are you?" asks Mary, laughing at me from beside the haystack. I want to groan in frustration. It is impossible to sneak up on this woman! Instead, I hook her around the waist and pull her into the haystack with me, kissing her as soon as she lands beside me. Mary Read has become my obsession.Kiddway's Game: AU Assassin's Creed Black Flag 41 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Of course I'm good at this," I say after releasing her lips. "I have been doing this for years, assassin training or no, and I've not been caught once."
"And yet I've managed to catch you every time. Why is that?" she asks, her eyes now sparkling with amusement.
"Two reasons," I say, pressing a kiss to her neck. "One, because you are better than they were."
"Flattery won't get you out of training, Kenway," she tells me, accompanied by a look that tells me I'm an idiot if I think otherwise.
"And two," I continue as if she hasn't spoken, "you'r
Injustice Guest Fighter: Michael MyersName: Michael Audrey MyersInjustice Guest Fighter: Michael Myers1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hair: Light brown
Debut: Halloween (1978)
Voice: N/A (speaks only in grunts)
His reboot appearance
Michael Myers began killing people at age ten. He killed a bully from his school, his mother's ex-boyfriend, and then both his sister and her boyfriend. He went to prison for 17 years for the murders but escaped on the night before Halloween. Now he is out to kill random people wherever he goes, especially on Halloween. He also had an obsession with Laurie Strode, who is his younger sister called Angel. Laurie tried to escape from him and, with the help of Dr. Samuel Loomis, was able to shoot Michael to unconsciousness. It is thought that Michael Myers is finally dead… until now.
*Intro: Michael Myers about to butcher someone i
Injustice DLC: CopperheadCopperheadInjustice DLC: Copperhead1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Voiced by: Rosa Salazar
Classification: Gadget character (without explosives)
Biography: While many villains have held the title of Copperhead, this South American assassin is the first woman to do so. Using her skills as a contortionist as well as claws dipped in deadly toxin, Copperhead is nothing short of deadly.
Intro: Copperhead drops down from the top of the screen, assuming a low stance on all fours; she hisses loudly, showing her forked tongue
Post-Round Taunt: "Slithers" backwards and either hisses or chuckles evily
Outro: Copperhead "slithers" over to her opponent's downed body; the camera switches to the opponent's POV with Copperhead crouching directly over them; their vision is warped and distorted due to her toxin; Copperhead says to them "Give in. It will all be over soon."
* Constrictor - Slides
Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 4Age 10:Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 45 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Altaïr could never understand why Malik enjoyed reading so much. In his eyes, it seemed so boring and pointless. As a result, when he was sitting next to Malik at the dock next to the river while watching Kadar swim in the water, Altaïr kept poking Malik repeatedly on the shoulder.
“Malik, this is boring!” Altaïr groaned.
“Oh for the love of... Shut up, Altaïr!” hissed Malik, clenching his book.
“Why can't we do something fun for once?” Altaïr complained, kicking his legs back and forth over the water.
“You're welcome to join Kadar and get in the water, if you want, and STOP IRRITATING ME!” Malik snapped.
Altaïr continued to groan and grouse about how terribly boring it was to just sit there on the dock. Eventually, Malik got so fed up that he snapped his book shut and roughly shoved Altaïr in the water with both hands, yelling at him to shut up.
HeldWe loved like arson:Held8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
glow floats around like smoke, and distorts us,
restless, and tangles around the rafters,
the room imbued: remnants of star-fuelled lust.
We loved like fireworks, comets and fireflies.
We traced paths through constellations for hours,
across freckled skies, tasting the stars
with every kiss. The night went on for miles.
Now a cathartic still whispers, lingers
as the room burns orange in the morning's
luster. The carmine light bares a warning:
To keep my distance, or I'd clash with hers.
I leave her to draw the blinds, casting shad-
ows like prison-cell bars across the bed.
Bus 57 to CedarwoodBUS 57 TO CEDARWOODBus 57 to Cedarwood9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Amanda woke up as the bus plunged down the steep cliff.
Around her small things flew, floating in the falling vehicle.
Time began to slow down. With it, everything around her blurred; all
ambient sounds became a slow stream of incoherent waves.
Today, of all days? Why did it have to be today? she thought.
Some moments later, time came to a full stop. Silence and blurriness reigned.
The bus driver was nowhere to be seen, and so were the other passengers.
Except one: a teenager seated in the very back row. He wore a hood so
she couldn't see his face. In his hand he held a small metallic thing
that shone like a small sun.
"It works!" she heard him say. His voice sounded very familiar.
A happy family
The phone at Rimes' house rang. Daniel paused his XBOX and moved to pick it up.
"Leave it, I'll take it," his father shouted from the kitchen. He
stormed into the living room and picked it up.
(a female voice greeted)