Just a few rules here....
There is no limit to how many pictures you may suggest/submit. And just because something of your work is not accepted, please do not stop submitting! i can't say yes to everything, though i do try to.
Please be nice to other members. If you don't like their work, look at someone else's.
Please submit to the proper folder. If your submission has many different people, submit it to the folder for the main character of the picture.
When submitting to the "Original Characters" folder: All original characters are welcome, but please do not sexualize them or make them too explicit.
NO MATURE CONTENT! If your work is mature because of blood/gore or violence, I might accept it, but if it's for ANYTHING ELSE then please DO NOT submit.
Characters in your pictures MUST BE CLOTHED. Shirts off might occasionally be accepted, but nothing beyond that. Please.
fan fiction is accepted in this group, so long and there are no homosexual themes or anything of the sort in it.
NOTE: The Gallery is divided up for each character. I realize I left many characters out. If you wish to submit a photo of a character that does not have his own folder, please submit it to MISC. If a certain character in MISC has ten or more photos, that character will then be moved to it's own folder.
AC III: The Kahnawake Song (reboot) Chapter 2 "Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant."
What was once a peaceful village that rested upon sacred ground, a place of trade, a place of a free people-all of it was in flames now. Its people ventured back and forth to save one another the best they could; to shield their children from the fires that soon swallowed their livelihood and harvest. Some of the others went out into the forest to keep away from possible smoke inhalation as soon as the injured, the sick, and the elderly were in the clear. The others... Ziio kept a stoic stature as she hurried for every able person she could save. Upon saving her mother, she kept her away from the inferno the best she could.
"(Mother)," she coughed, "(Have you seen Ratonhnhaké:ton)?"
"(He was still out in the forest-)"
He could still be alive since those that had preyed on their village were more concerned about the braves destroying them. She r
Assassin's Creed III: The Kahnawake Song (reboot)"()." is for when characters are speaking Mohawk.
"Savages may indeed be a formidable enemy to your raw American militia; but upon the king's regular and disciplined troops, Sir, it is impossible they should make an impression."
- British General Edward Braddock to Benjamin Franklin, 1755
Clouds of steady breaths filled the air as her firm hands were helpless to resist the urge to feel her stomach. Covered in brown furs and intricate embellishments of a proud people, brown eyes stared across the endless white that blanketed the land and a grey that masked the blue of the sky. The silence of her once jovial companion bear no boon to her as well for the very news she disclosed brought about a heavier weight upon them both. Her eyes continued to gaze and wander about the cold laid at her feet as her face tried for a show of less fear before her comrade.
"You..." a hooded man tried for words as the onslaught of emotions raptures them,"You aligned yourself with a T
My Baby Assassin's x reader [2/3]
You giggle with slightly tinted cheeks as you held a small boy with slight tan skin in your arms. He seemed to at least be the age of 4; he had short dark brown hair and brown eyes that shine brightly as he giggled from your tickles. “Who’s a cutie wootie! You are!” Pulling the boy closer, you assaulted his cheeks with a barrage of kisses, causing him to squirm and his giggles becoming louder.
The other 6 kids surrounded you, patiently or whining waiting either for their turn, climbing on you, the one girl was actually playing with your [h/l], [h/c] hair. Desmond tiredly watched while sitting on his couch as you were able to easily distract and keep the rambunctious kids away from him.
“So Dessy-man, care to introduce all of these angels to me?” Desmond felt his brow twitch at you calling the small children angels.
“Trust me [Y/n], those things are far from angels. More like devils if you ask me.” You only rolled your eyes at his comment
My Baby Assassin's x reader [1/3]
“Okay, Ice cream, chips, wine, pizza, soda, popcorn, cookies, other foods that will make me fat, and finally Netflix.” You looked over your coffee table, proud of your spread of junk food, ready to finally start your weekend and just binge movies and cartoons. This past week of work has just been brutal to you, dealing with annoying customers and even had to work overtime at a local grocery store that was only a 10 minute drive away. With a giddy smile you closed the blinds, closing as much sunlight as possible, wrapped yourself in your favorite fluffy blanket and hopped onto your couch.
“Alright. It’s 7:29 and my binging session starts…” Looking at your clock that was hanging on your wall, you watched to second hand tick down. “In 3...2...1.” But just as you were going to press play your cell goes off, which you had put over on the opposite arm of the couch. Letting out an over exaggerated groan you leaned over and lazily grabbed a
My Novice Malik x reader
“Master Malik this is too hard.” You let your head hit the many papers that was scattered on your table. Malik rolls his eyes at you.
“Stop complaining it is not that hard.” You rest your head on its side and looked up at him. Malik was trying to help teach you the history of the Assassin’s. It was actually encouraged by Altair for Malik to be your personal teacher. “Now stop complaining Novice.” Your eyes widen, then quickly narrowed. Yes you were a beginner and one of the few girls in the Creed but you were mostly treated with respect. But you hated to be called Novice.
“Don’t call me Novice. I don’t like being called Novice.”
“But you are one [Y/n]. You are a Novice.” You stood from where you were sitting and looked him in the eyes.
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
“No I’m not .”
“Alright then. How about you prove it to me then.” Malik smirks do
Walk in two Worlds-an AC Rogue fanfic Chapter 11Chapter 11
New York, New York
The markets were filled with patrons as the warm April air warmed the earth. Trees were fully budded with small green leaves, and flowers filled patches of grasses in front of each building. Shay had just traded a wolf’s hide he’d hunted and skinned for an assortment of bullets, gunpowder and pellets. He also restocked on other necessities for the cabin of the Morrigan to last for months on the next assignment from Monro. He’d tried to remain oblivious from the assassin’s spies in this particular district, since he know’s Hope is more likely to be here among one of them. So today he’d just worn a long trench coat and a tanned shirt to look as a common sailor as wheat. And the real fact was that his robes were a little battered up and were in desperate need of a wash. He wasn’t always skilled with the needle when it comes to tattered uniforms, even when he was privatizing with his father.
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