Ezio should have ended up with Cristina. End of story. This is my OTP for AC2. He should have kicked that drunken slob into oblivion and taken Cristina back. He could have kept her safe and she never would have died.
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TheZuz on Chapter 4:
Firstly I was hesitant to read this fanfic, for I found it difficult to imagine evil Ratonhnhake:ton, but knowing that all of your other stories are great, I started to read just out of curiosity. And it’s like… perfect! I wonder where did u get this idea? It’s so very original! I can’t imagine how the story will end though. Or, actually, as there’s “Major character death” tag, I guess I can imagine who’s gonna die, but I’d rather have him changed somehow… so that he would realize his wicked ways and become the person he used to be before, or something like that. Though I admit it’s actually quite weird to let him live for atrocities he commited. I don’t know. I just hate my favourite characters dying :)
First off, thank you for having the confidence in my writing to explore this story despite your hesitancy! That makes me feel so good! I’m so pleased that you’re enjoying it.
This idea came to me on a random sleepless night I had quite some time ago. When I dragged myself up the next day, I felt compelled to write it down in note form. He was hideous, this evil Raton… I actually have altered my original intent slightly to make him somewhat less perverse, but he really has no redeeming qualities. He’s a rampaging beast, augmented by the power of the Apple, and that can’t end well for anyone, can it?
It was all just a rumination on what might have happened had Connor not taken the Apple he got from Washington and dropped it into the sea. An AU of an AU, I guess. How powerful could its influence be if he had just one moment of weakness that allowed it in? Connor is a man with such incredibly black and white mores that are almost never altered unless under great duress or with overwhelming proof. If they were corrupted, if his way of thinking became tainted, what kind of havoc would that wreak on a man such as he who already has strength, determination and a sense of retribution backing him and his motivations? He had already seen the empire Washington would have created. Perhaps he felt he could do it better, to not be corrupted as he had been. Yet look what has happened. The world Lily has grown up in is just as bad, if not worse, than what Washington would have created.
The Apple has twisted him and fueled his need to take back what was stolen from him: his childhood, his mother, his father, his choices. So he creates a closed environment, untouchable by the outside world where he thinks he can preserve a little window into his past and through it, perhaps redeem himself for his own failures. But the glass he looks through is clouded and tinted by the Apple, hiding the truth of what he has actually created.
Believe me, by the end you’ll think death would be a mercy…
"A smile twitches at the corners of Duncan’s mouth but he regains his composure.
'I suppose there aren’t any rings to be exchanged at this time, are there?' Connor steps slightly away from Catherine as she starts to shake her head and she looks up at him strangely.
’If I may, Catherine…’ He reaches into his left pocket and then withdraws his closed hand to hold it behind his back. With his right hand he reaches out to take up Catherine’s left, couching it gently in his fingers. When he brings his other hand forward and opens it, a small, golden wedding ring sits in it, almost lost in Connor’s large palm. Catherine gasps quietly and covers her mouth with her right hand. All she can do is nod her head in response so Connor gently slides it onto her left ring finger, twisting it slightly to maneuver it over her knuckle and settle it into place.
'I hope it is not uncouth of me to take such liberties with this ring. It belongs to you and is a reminder of your mother but your sister suggested that it would be… acceptable.' Catherine glances over at where Anika is standing next to Sonehso:wa against the railing. She has her hands clasped tightly and held in front of her face but when she sees Catherine looking she lowers and opens them to cover her heart with an affectionate smile.
'It’s perfect.' Catherine manages to whisper.” - Misguided, chapter 25 “Davenport”
Been inactive because of holiday rush at work and now I got a cold thats been irritating me for almost a week. bleck. >.<
Connor in a formal outfit. 0v0 I miss drawing this kid. <3
now I can finally sign my stuff as MSK14!!
The Dresden Dolls
LOL this song always makes me smile! nenoka this one’s for you! And all my other girlies out there on Tumblr who might appreciate it like ohmyspinel, garrussexkarian, jiruchan, masterthiefmadeeha, amidruins, hiropon056, thewrittencreed and many others. Go girlies!
The Dresden Dolls - Coin-Operated Boy
Coin operated boy
Sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
But I turn him on and he comes to life
That is why I want a coin operated boy
Made of plastic and elastic
He is rugged and long-lasting
Who could ever ever ask for more?
Love without complications galore
Many shapes and weights to choose from
I will never leave my bedroom
I will never cry at night again
Wrap my arms around him and pretend
Coin operated boy
All the other real ones that I destroy
Cannot hold a candle to my new boy and I’ll
Never let him go and I’ll never be alone [x2]
Not with my coin operated boy
This bridge was written to make you feel smittener
With my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
Can you extract me from my plastic fantasy?
I didn’t think so but I’m still convincible
Will you persist even after I bet you
A billion dollars that I’ll never love you?
Will you persist even after I kiss you
Goodbye for the last time?
Will you keep on trying to prove it?
I’m dying to lose it
I want it
I want you
I want a coin operated boy.
And if I had a star to wish on
For my life I can’t imagine
Any flesh and blood could be his match
I can even take him in the bath
Coin operated boy
He may not be real experienced with girls
But I know he feels like a boy should feel
Isn’t that the point that is why I want a
Coin operated boy?
With his pretty coin operated voice
Saying that he loves me, that he’s thinking of me
Straight and to the point
That is why I want
A coin operated boy.
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"Catherine looks at her husband and he gives her a small nod of acknowledgement. His stance and formality give nothing away but his eyes sparkle at her in the way that never fails to warm her heart. Once her back is turned, a smile covers her face, both for her secret and the way she and Connor can communicate without a single word spoken between them. His eyes had told her many things: love, gratitude and pride. A subtle longing to kiss her had crept through as well." - Misguided, chapter 26 “Mentor”
Misguided, chapter 25 “Davenport”
Catherine starts awake in the morning, a half remembered dream just barely clinging to her mind. She feels anxious and melancholy from it but can’t recall what it was about so she rolls over to see if Anika is awake, only to discover Connor lying beside her in the pale of just before sunrise. He opens his eyes at her movements and all the events of the previous night flood into her mind. Suddenly the dream isn’t a creation of her nightly imaginings anymore. A torrent of distress fills her heart and she covers her mouth as nausea threatens to overwhelm her. The moment Connor sees her face he takes her in his arms and comforts her as she succumbs to her pain, trembling and distraught.
"Ratonhnhake:ton! I killed people yesterday; I don’t even know how many… and Sergio… My God, I’ve turned into a monster!" Catherine moans into his chest, shaking her head. Connor hugs her tightly and sighs with regret as she grips his body and digs her fingers into the skin of his shoulders. He combs his fingers through the hair at the sides of her face soothingly and keeps his voice low and soft.
"You killed only because I bade it. It was not something I wanted for you but I needed your bow. I will never ask it of you again. You are not a monster, WildCat. The fever of battle can overtake anyone, especially when there is… retribution involved. Sergio’s life was forfeit from the beginning and it was more fitting for him to give it up to you than to me." Catherine weeps at the remembrance but as she thinks on his words of truth she eventually brings her tears to a halt. Her rapid breathing slowly settles into a more normal rate until she rests silently in Connor’s arms and her body begins to relax. Connor thinks she’s nodding off until she speaks quietly once more and opens her eyes, moving back from his body to look up at him.
"If you asked me - I would fight for you.”
Imagine your favorite character coming up behind you and grabbing your breasts with their hands, squeezing them lightly while sucking on your neck, leaving small hickeys.
I’d prefer small hickies rather than small (Thomas) Hickeys running around on my skin, thanks. I don’t need to hear their tiny little voices crying, “I’m the type a’ guy who likes to have a beer in one hand and a titty in the othah!” all day in my ear. Spelling and grammar, people, spelling and grammar! Does no one proofread before they post anymore… or ever?
“‘Ratonhnhake:ton! I killed people yesterday; I don’t even know how many… and Sergio… My God, I’ve turned into a monster!’ …
’You killed only because I bade it. It was not something I wanted for you but I needed your bow. I will never ask it of you again. You are not a monster, WildCat. The fever of battle can overtake anyone, especially when there is… retribution involved. Sergio’s life was forfeit from the beginning and it was more fitting for him to give it up to you than to me.’…
'If you asked me - I would fight for you.’” - Misguided, chapter 25 “Davenport”