#(crying incoherantly)

[somegrumpynerd]

Having a moment because I was thinking about that song that's like "I think I like this little life" and then thought of Nightmare standing watching his boys fuck around in the kitchen, arguing over whose turn it is to do the dishes and playing keep away with the last cookie, and realising that for the first time since childhood he's really truly content

[kings-highway]

haikyuu ships but its really soft fluffy kiss edition. basically tooth-rottingly sweet ficlets.

daisuga: it is the peak of summer, and theyve been at the beach all day and there's sand everywhere, and they're sunburnt and exhausted. Half the team has gone off to find a place for dinner, the other half is asleep under umbrellas. Suga and Daichi are sitting a ways away, toes in the water, popsicles melting rapidly. Suga has been laying his cheek on Daichi's shoulder for a while - he's sleepy and he never wants this day to end. So he turns his head, lazy and giggly and kisses a soft line across his shoulder, up to his neck. And Daichi smiles and laughs and asks what he's doing but Suga just shrugs and tells him its nothing, he's just really, really happy.

iwaoi: they work really hard and everyone knows it but Oikawa is always going to take losing really hard. Some days harder than others. On a particularly bad day, Oikawa is crying and curled up on his bed and he's been ranting about how mad he is but Iwa knows that anger is mostly directed at himself. So when Oikawa finally takes a breath, and Iwa stands up to go get something for dinner, because he knows Oikawa will forget until real late otherwise, he stops before the door, and turns back, and takes Oikawa's head in his hands, holding him delicately, and leans down to kiss his forehead, letting it linger far longer than he had planned. And Oikawa is still crying but Iwaizumi mumbles that it'll all be okay, and he can't help but nod along with him, and maybe he even starts to believe it.

ushiten: tendou takes pride in his position on the team, and always commits to his blocks, which means during practice it's not uncommon for him to get his fingers jammed trying to block Ushiwaka. It hurts more than usual this time, the nail having torn up a bit at a bad angle. Ushijima feels terrible, and excuses himself to help, apologizing over and over and over again as they sit on the bench, and he helps him wrap the tip of his finger to keep it protected. Then, when he's finished with the tape, holding Tendou's hand oh-so-delicately, he lifts it up to press the softest, most careful kiss to his finger. Tendou absolutely melts, incoherantly stumbling over trying to say he accepts his apology with the most pathetic, lovestruck expression.

arankita: its over spring break, they've been out a lot with the twins and Suna and each other, really making the most of their last year of high school, and they keep promising to make time to just hang out together, and it just does not work, but the spring is so lively and fun they cant be mad. They go with the team to a theme park, and Aran really wants a chance to get Kita alone and maybe tell him how he feels. The whole day passes, though, and they never do, and eventually theyre saying goodbye. And Aran thinks all is lost, but Kita pulls him back, and pulls him down, and kisses him just an inch from his lips, soft and warm and lingering, and he pulls back slowly but keeps a hand on his jacket, and thanks him for always being there. And they definitely shouldnt invite the team next time.

kagehina: they spend their free day out in a grassy field in a park, tossing a volleyball around because neither of them can ever get enough. But they do need to take breaks, to catch their breath and drink water. Kageyama sits down on the grass and sips from his bottle and watches the bugs that are flitting about. One thing turns to another, and what was just a water break turns into a long rest, laying in the sun together and laughing over every stupid thing. When Kageyama catches Hinata staring at him, he tries to act annoyed and wave him off, but Hinata is fast, and leans forward to kiss the tip of Kageyama's nose before laughing and bouncing back to his feet to say that its time to get back to the game. Kageyama turns pink, grabbing at his nose as if offended, but he cannot help but smile back.

[dontmindmeinthegutter]

I just want to turn a big strong super dominant guy into my whimpery little bottom bitch. I want to hear his cute little gasp as I push inside him, filled properly for the first time. I want to hear the choked noise as I start thrusting, see the shock and chargrin on his face as it sinks in just how good it feels to submit to me. I want to tease him about what a good bitch he’s being while he tries to protest and stay quiet and stoic and in-control, slowly watching him melt and give in because he just can’t help himself. I want to hear his shaking breaths turn into moans, gradually growing more high-pitched and pathetic instead of the growls and grunts he’s used to letting out when he tops. I want to hear all those new, sweet sounds stumble out of his mouth, clumsy and unpracticed. I want to feel him relax under me and start to let out his pleasure, rocking into my thrusts, arching his back like a little slut and/or wrapping his legs around my waist. I want to see that subby haze sink into his eyes bit by bit and know that he’s mine, blissed out on my dick, this pleasure that I���m giving him is his whole world right now, know that if I put my fingers up to his mouth he would suck on them needily and let me fuck his throat a little, too far gone for pride. I want to thrust harder and feel him cling to me and whimper, begging for more and harder and faster and please please please. I want to grab his cock to hear him cry incoherantly and make a mess all over my hand and his stomach. I want to hear his shattered little gasps as he comes down and I want him to beg to feel me cum inside him, beg so so desperately, like he’ll sob if I don’t, I want to make him say it and plead for it until his voice makes me cum and I give him what he wants. I want him to go quiet afterward, shocked and embarrassed and a little ashamed about how pathetic he was, and I want to be able to tease him and praise him and humiliate him about it as much as I want.

[blight-anon]

The baby and the legend part 6-

cheval stared in shock at kayna, who smirked at the rider turned baby. “its obvious in how you act around them, theyre pretty clever but im surprised they havent noticed your crush yet.“ kayna muttered.

the poor rider’s heart skipped a beat when she crouched to his level, eyes staring into his very being. “I only have one rule. Treat them well or else me and avmar will tear you to ribbons, got it?” She said with a tense tone.

cheval nods, and kayna relaxes. “Good.. yknow i think they might like you back, when they first showed up they were quiet, but when we asked them about their past they always seemed to bring you up.” Kayna said, looking at the sky.

chevals heart pounded, they did? After everything they still cared?

”i know they might have had a spotty past with you, but you seem to have a good chance at making it up to them. My first message still stands though, for me and all of mahana village.“

Cheval gave a determined nod, and kayna chuckled at this. Y/n approached, and when the duo noticed cheval was quick to approach, happily being scooped into their arms.

”hey y/n.” kayna called, before approaching and whispering something in their ear. They focused and then nodded, chatting quietly as they begin the trek back to the village.

upon entering, the centre was bustling with people, and there appeared to be a sort of festival in mahana. Y/n treaded to a quieter area on the small cliff above the stables. Fireflies flickered while cheval sat on their lap, overlooking the village that reminded him of his own home.

”hey, remember when you me and lilia tried to perform our own kinship rite in that monster nest.” Y/n smiled. “and then we ended up hatching ratha.”

cheval looked up at them, the glowing fireflies illuminating them before fading into dark again. “didnt think it would work, ill be honest.“ they laughed.

”or when we first saw reverto in the village, none of us had ever seen a hunter so we all swarmed him.” Their eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light.

“ill admit to you… after the whole.. blight thing.. i really missed home, and i missed you guys even more.” Y/n seemed a little sad at the memory. “I wanted to return home and take a big nap after fighting the dread, but i was scared. probably scared that if i bonded with people again all that would happen is me getting hurt.”

chevals heartstrings tugged painfully, and he observed them.

”i wanted to come back to hakum and cry, hold onto you and lilia and break down. I was tired, but i feared confronting everyone, so i took off on ratha until we found this island.”

”by the time we both got here we were exhausted and lost, but immediately taken in even though nobody here knew us. I wanted to go home but when i figured out where i was i chickened out every time.”

they took in a slow sigh.

”i cant beat around the bush… I really missed you the most because i like-liked you.. if im being honest i still do, but i was too afraid to ever do anything about it.”

”with all the time ive spent.. i dont hold any resentment anymore, you are more than your actions and i just…” their voice seemed to fall quiet, a hand raised to their face to wipe at their glassy eyes.

cheval felt euphoric, and anxious. The riders heart hammered as he turned around in their lap, wrapping his pudgt arms as far as they could get around y/n, babbling incoherantly.

he felt them chuckle. “ill take that as you dont hate me.” y/n said quietly, before he felt them lean forwards and he froze as they placed a gentle kiss on his head.

there was a light almost like a mini flash bomb, and chevals weight on y/ns legs grew heavier. When they opened their eyes, a fully grown cheval was straddling their legs, with a face as red as his hair.

in a moment he had lunged forwards, and tackled y/n to the ground. Cheval couldnt help the boyish grin on his face, arms around their shoulders. As the festival went on in the background, the duo found peace in eachothers presence.

”i forgive you, and i love you.“ the quiet words hung in the air.

”i love you, so much.” The redhead whispered, and they lay in an embrace on the cliff, both happy to be together.

———

kayna watched from the festival, glimpsing the cuddling duo before fist pumping the air in a quiet celebration.

”nice. I better be the maid of honor.”

[wcstarless]

Po3!AU Drabble: Stemleaf's Death

Bristlefrost’s eyes clouded over with grief. Her ears pinned back as she heard Firefall’s steps gallop through the tunnel, surely responding to Blossomfall’s cries. The tom always frightened her. How would Firefall respond to his favorite son, the one who looked so much like him, being dead at the claws of Bramblestar? This was going to be terribly ugly.

She spotted the sinister green eyes pierce the tunnel as the powerful ginger tom trotted through. Lionblaze was on his heels, followed by Hollyleaf and Cinderheart. Blossomfall spotted him and sped from Stemleaf’s body, burying her face in his chest fur. She was babbling incoherantly, just saying Stemleaf’s name over and over again.

“Stemleaf…?” Firefall’s ears flattened, looking over. Bristlefrost’s stomach lurched as she watched Firefall spot his son’s body. Spotfur was over it, staring at the body with wide, frightened eyes. “STEMLEAF!?” Firefall gasped loudly and bounded straight to his son’s body. As if thinking he was just sleeping, Firefall noses at Stemleaf’s face, watching it flop back into place in the dust. Bristlefrost heard something choke in Firefall’s throat. Blossomfall followed him and pressed her face against her mate’s neck. “This isn’t fair...why is this happening to me?”

Bristlefrost stiffened. Happening to him? It seemed like Firefall always wanted to make things about himself. Stemleaf was dead and he was asking StarClan why it was affecting him.

“What happened?!” Firefall demanded, “Someone answer me!” Bristlefrost spotted tears falling down the tom’s face. Angry tears. She decided to speak up, but Bramblestar loomed over the corpse, a sinister gleam in his eye.

“He was a traitor,” Bramblestar rumbled. Bristlefrost couldn’t believe how casual he was being about Stemleaf’s death. He was even examining his claws, still dirty with Stemleaf’s blood. “He attacked me. His death was inevitable.” Firefall stared at his son’s body. It seemed like the whole camp had fallen silent. Hollyleaf walked forward, then it seemed she thought better of approaching him. Finally Firefall snarled loudly, the powerful senior warrior launching himself at Bramblestar. He caught the other cat off guard and Bramblestar slammed onto the ground. Firefall wasn’t speaking, just making feral growling noises. He slashed at Bramblestar’s face. He got one good blow in before Bramblestar rolled from beneath him. Bramblestar’s body was enormous compared to Firefall. He slammed the orange tom on the ground, keeping him still just with his muscle.

“I WILL KILL YOU! I KNOW WHO YOU FUCKING ARE!” Firefall snarled, “You killed my son!”

“And because of that I’m not going to spill your guts across the camp,” Bramblestar, or the thing inside Bramblestar said, “That being said, Firefall is NOT a ThunderClan cat any longer. He is exiled. And Berrynose, you too.”

“WAIT WHAT?!” Berrynose gasped, “I didn’t attack you!”

“No but you allowed me to be attacked. What kind of deputy are you?” Berrynose looked at the ground, shuffling his paws on the ground. “Now both of you get out before I change my mind.” Firefall looked back at Blossomfall and his other kits, various stages of crying and bewilderment. “You’re allowed to live, not stay and say goodbye.”

“Firefall…” Blossomfall whimpered. He shook his head, gave his mate a slow blink before shoving past Berrynose. He stuck his nose in Bramblestar’s face and growled.

“I know who you are,” he repeated, “And I’m going to kill you.”

“You have until the count of three.”

“Firefall, let’s go,” Berrynose whined.

“Don’t touch me, you kiss ass.” Firefall shook his pelt and held his head high. Snowstripe and her patrol were walking into the camp. Bristlefrost saw Firefall brush his fur against his sister as he walked out of the tunnel. Snowstripe peered at the clearing, seeing berrynose leave as well.

“What’s going on?” The she-cat asked, confused.

[xgoldxnhour]

June 24th

Sun barely peeks through the sheer curtains, creating long diagonal shards of light across the woven bedding--a soft birdsong trickles outside their window as if even they know what day it is. She lets Sam sleep in this morning, knowing that all the early perimeter checks and hunting scouts at dawn most days took its toll. And with the baby coming, today was only more of an excuse for Eloise to have the opportunity to share her gratitude to the man she was graciously allowed to call her husband.

Lying on her side, she silently watches his sleeping form as air exhales deeply from his chest, the rhythmic movement alluring in its gravity like waves crashing into the shore. Half of his face is covered, nose buried into the pillow as she scoots down to meet his closed gaze. It's a rare sight as Sam is usually the early riser of the two and the second trimester had only ignited her raging hate for early mornings, often the one being coaxed awake or left to sleep as he leaves for his duties. So, she takes the sight in gladly, drinking in the soft dim lighting as the world slowly begins to wake.

"Sam." Her voice barely meets a whisper as a finger glides down the bridge of his nose, bringing a soft kiss to its tip. "Baby, wake up."

Sam is startled awake, concern etched in a sharp inhale and open eyes as if waiting for alarming news. Obviously, he too isn't used to being the one awakened unless its her asking for help with morning sickness or whatever other symptom revealed its head in the night. A soft, singsong giggle leaves her lips, fingers going to softly caress his jaw, nails gliding through his beard--a memorized, almost muscle memory movement. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Eyes close again, grumbling incoherantly as his hand immediately meets her stomach in a soft rubbing motion, burying his face against her. El hums another easy laugh, fingers moving to thread through his hair, nose nestling in its fire--soft and cool to the touch--where lips easily place there.

"Do you know what day it is?" Her volume never rises, remaining the soft, hushed tone in the midst of their close proximity, responded by a questionable groan. Her nose coasts down his forehead, meeting the dip of his as she presses her lips to that spot. "June 24th."

He groans again, shuffling barely as she continues another giggle, thankful for a rare easy morning of her own health and mood. Usually she was the Groany McGee in the mornings.

Birthdays and holidays were one of the things she missed most about the world before the Fall. Everyone getting together with their closest loved ones in means of celebration with often baked goods and enough food to last a week afterwards. The preparation of it all--deciding whether it will be a surprise party or themed--decorations, activities, getting dressed up--creating memories that'll last a lifetime. Those times weren't allotted during these times as people began to lose track of time, El even losing count after it reached the hundreds. It nearly brought tears to her eyes once part of the community explained their date keeping system to help keep in time with solstices and even invite a realm of normalcy. It allowed mornings like these, where she gets to whisper closely, being able to celebrate the birth of her moon.

"I got you something." The tone though hushed held a rising excitement, one that had been building up for weeks, even months since she had the idea in the first place, just waiting for the special day. Slowly, she turns around (which is a bit of an extra effort with a bump the size of a bowling bowl beneath her shirt), reaching for the bowl that waited on her side table. Opening the drawer, she finds a box of matches she'd been saving, nearly vibrating in anticipation. Striking the match, a flame erupts until its slowly hovered over the wick, blowing out the original as another one grows--struck by the smell of fire and something far sweeter. When she turns around, she presents a bowl of berries covered in cream and a singular lit birthday candle stuck in the middle. "Jack said he found some in his last run and I basically had to beg to get even one." She giggles, hands it over to him, however, holds her hands up. "Wait, hold on. Hold on. I have another surprise. Don't blow them out yet." Kicking the sheets aside, the young, pregnant blonde moves to sit on the edge of the bed, shooing his hand away as he attempts to help and stands on her own before disappearing past the corner.

"I didn't have any gift wrap, so, you gotta close your eyes, okay?" She calls, followed by a sound of shuffling and things opening and even a soft 'ow' before she returns, poking her head in the doorway by her side of the bed. "Are they closed?" He promises they are, holding the burning candle and dessert breakfast in his lap as the weight beneath him shifts, married with familiar shuffles and grunts.

"Okay. Open them."

When Sam opens his eyes, he is met with a large, thick, folded quilt with a kaleidoscope of colors being unfolded to reveal different squared patches of different fabrics. El points to each one. "We have...Mr. Wilson's famous overalls, still your best look if you ask me, baby. And...this...beautiful...absolute stunning electric pink dress you made me wear our first week, got some of our old curtains over here." She's laughing at her own bits of sarcasm, genuinely relieved that the project of months in the making is finished and finally given to him. Each patch was a symbol of their life together thus far, their everlasting prevail against transgressions and opposition, never wavering in their strengthening love for one another--bits of fabrics collected along the way. There were some old fabrics from the farmhouse attic, patches of patterned shirts or graphics from shirts they found at the thrift shop but never decided to wear or made into future baby clothes. Even the old dining table cloth that they never found the need to use and always said they would.

"I wanted to make something...that we could take anywhere ...wherever it is that this world leads us...and maybe something that we can pass down...to Aurora." Tears begin to pool, immediately streaming down her cheeks as she lets out a broken laugh. "Shit, sorry, I swear I was trying real hard this time not to cry." Swiping the tears away, her red rimmed gaze finds his, smile only widening at the sight, overwhelmed in her gratitude for everything he's done and how fervently she was in love with him--being able to celebrate the birth of her moon.

She nods to the bowl, still in his lap, half forgetting of the melting candle, hoping that the wax didn't begin to mix into the cream. "Alright, make a wish before the whole thing melts."

El watches as Sam takes a silent moment before his eyes open and the candle is blown out. She claps in elation, thoroughly just happy that she hadn't ruined the surprises as those were the worst secrets to keep. When he looks to her again, she pulls him into a long, deep, salty-teared kiss. They separate for breath only when absolutely necessary, much like their first kiss in the truck and plenty others after.

"Happy birthday, Sam."

And to endless more.

@mettleborn

[kayokos-villain-imagines]

// My friend and I were talking about what kind of TikToks the villains would make if they were forced to be on that cursed app and uh… here it is //

// Don’t @ me. //

Shigaraki just makes death threats to people. No one on the app takes him seriously because his videos always come between some weird meme and a random dance video.

Half of Spinner’s TikToks are really awkward jokes and the other half is him ranting about Stain.

Mr. Compress does magic tricks, obviously.

Kurogiri didn’t want to make one at first, but someone showed him the one with the bartender stacking glasses and then pouring like 10 shots from them, so now he does stuff like that.

Dabi does the thing where he puts a black and white filter and slow music on and dances with his shirt partially off. He’s an eboy.

Twice comes up with really good jokes, but always messes them up. They’re still funny though.

Toga acts as a “manager” of sorts for the others’ TikTok accounts. She also does those really scary weird ‘memes’.

Stain would try to explain his ideals, but would become extremely frustrated if he saw what weird, meaningless content was also on the app.

When the Hassaikai first got TikTok, Overhaul made a policy that he had to review every video before it was posted so sensitive information didn’t leak. He refuses to make his own.

He made Chrono do it after 1 week of the torture. Chrono doesn’t have time to make any Tiktoks.

Setsuno’s are always depressing breakup stuff.

Tabe’s don’t really make sense and usually involve food somehow.

Hojo does dad jokes. He has 10k followers. He doesn’t know why. The camera’s always at a weird angle and he’s always so awkward about it.

Hojo asks Setsuno for advice but Setsuno just says something among the lines of “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it”.

Setsuno tries to give Tabe advice, but Tabe doesn’t really listen to it.

Rappa’s are challenge videos and videos of him training.

Tengai’s are self-help and meditation tips.

Mimic just rants incoherantly about anything and everything.

Katsukame isn’t allowed to make TikToks anymore because he keeps breaking the phone.

Sakaki falls asleep during at least half of his. In the other half, he’s mostly out of frame the whole time, and what he says never makes sense.

Nemoto’s are life lessons formatted (very poorly) like jokes. He’ll cry if Overhaul likes any of them.

ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ 

[lilaconcrack]

i look on Instagram and see something new is on Lorde.store i continue to scream and legit ran out of my room took my aunts purse, threw it at her, then continued yelled incoherantly while showing the book to her- why the HELL did i not get the email??? im on the mailing list😭😭im legit so sad like what if i didnt get in the first 500? i honestly doubt i got in it but i'll be so sad bc if i got that signed card i would legit cry and evaporate- ok!! that was me venting!! time to crawl back into a hole and cry

[small-sketch]

So like,,,,,,,,,.,............,,..drunk da(n)vid headcanons,,,,,,.,

👀👀👀👀👀👀

I actually don’t think either of them would be one to get full on drunk ever, mostly because I think Daniel would have some sort of religious code of either no drinking or everything in strict moderation, and David just doesn’t seem the type to drink. B U T lets focus on the ✨hypothetical✨ in order to have some fun with this, shall we? OWO

Lets start with our sweet ray of sunshine, David UWU

I think it’s safe to say he’s an emotional drunk

It doesn’t take much to get him to cry as it is, but when drunk, every interaction is a 50/50 gamble for waterworks

He will absolutely gush about all the things he loves about Daniel till he’s crying and mumbling to himself incoherantly about how handsome he is

He’s also VERY touchy-feely

He will 100% be holding onto Daniel and refuse to let go

Lots of pressing his face into Daniel’s neck or chest, just wanting to be close to him

Tries to kiss him but misses horribly and nearly falls over then tears up cause he messed up the kiss

I’ve also concluded that this boy is nearly indestructable as he’s made incredibly quick recoveries after being hit with a bus on multiple occassions, so that means that no matter what he drank, he has absolutely no hangover the next morning

This would only confuse and astound Daniel for a small time, as he honestly should have expected it at this point

And as for the blonde bastard himself

Daniel drunk is a sight to behold, especially for those who are intimidated by him

He’s either spaced out and looking very confused or he’s lost in his own giggling over nothing

You betcha I just said Daniel is a giggly drunk

He thinks outloud which could be anything from a slurred list of disturbing ways he could sacrifice someone who looked at him wrong, to just repeating the word ‘Xemüg’ ten times to himself in a different tones

He’ll also repeat David’s name over and over again, drawing it out for a different amount of time on each one and end up just giggling into David’s hair about it as he’s clinging to his chest

If David isn’t buried in his neck or chest, Daniel will not hesitate to hold his face in his hands at any given moment

He’ll pull David in for a kiss suddenly when doing this and get an incredibly dorky smile from seeing the aftermath that is David’s giddy, teary eyed reaction

David may be lucky enough to be immune to hangovers, but Daniel would not be in the slightest

Everything hurts, sunlight bad, Xemüg has forsaken him, David make him some of his favorite tea please

And I think that covers it! Hope you enjoyed!!!

[teodoraveselinovic]

Poem Script

I’ve written a script for the poem seen in my previous post. I decided to use each line in the poem as a link to a memory that the living (Alice) has with the deceased (Bob). As Alice walks home from the funeral there are going to be flashes of memories that remind her of Bob that also link to the poem. She’ll ignore them at first but slowly to engage with the flashbacks at the end. The poem will be read by Bob, switching between narration or physically speaking when he appears in the flashbacks. The weather will change, starting out rainy and becoming sunny towards the end to symbolise Alice’s emotion throughout. Alice is going to appear very sad and reserved at the start, after each memory her colour palette will slowly become brighter and she’ll start to smile more.  This is to show that she has become more accepting of the situation as she remembers her happy memories with Bob and understands he is still with her in spirit. At the end when she looks at the photo of them together there will be props from each memory surronding the photo to demonstarte that he’s not forgotten and still present in Alice’s life. I’ve not thought of all the props but one will be a flower that Bob is shown picking for Alice.

EXT. CEMETERY - DAY - RAINY

ALICE stands before a gravestone, her face hidden by a black veil. She turns to walk away.

               BOB        (Narrating)    Do not stand at my grave and weep;    I am not there. I do not sleep.

EXT. PARK FOOTPATH - DAY - LIGHT RAIN

ALICE walking down cemetery path way, her face still hidden. A leaf falls in front of the camera and BOB appears next to ALICE. The day is snowy and bright.

               BOB (cont’d)    I am a thousand winds that blow.    I am the diamond glints on snow.

Leaf falls past camera again.

EXT. CROP FIELD - DAY

ALICE walking past a field, rain has stopped but day is still gloomy.

               BOB        (Narrating)    I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

Tree passes by camera as ALICE walks and scene becomes a bright day with light rain, the field is blooming. BOB appears in front of ALICE, plucks a flower and places it on her coat. ALICES lower face can be seen.

               BOB (cont’d)    I am the gentle autumn rain.

Tree passes by again.

INT. BUS - DAY

ALICE is on a bus. Her face is leaning against the window and she is asleep. In the reflection is BOB with his arm around ALICE.

               BOB (cont’d)    When you awaken in the morning's hush    I am the swift uplifting rush.

EXT. OUTSIDE HOUSE - EVENING

ALICE walks to her front door. Small birds fly by and it is evening, BOB and ALICE are chatting and laughing incoherantly as birds fly above them.

               BOB (cont’d)    Of quiet birds in circled flight.    I am the soft stars that shine at night.

BOB vanishes and ALICE is alone unlocking the door, it is daytime again.

INT. HOUSE - DAY

Alice walks through door, her whole face can be seen. She picks up a photo in the hallway, kisses it and walks away smiling. Camera turns to face photo of her and BOB together, the flower from earlier is seen next to the photo.

               BOB        (Narration)    Do not stand at my grave and cry;    I am not there. I did not die.

[shardsof-stars]

Opinion on Arno. 😜

DISCLAIMER: You should be warned to NOT get me started talking about Arno Dorian, because I will not shut up and will probably continue talking (and gushing, and crying, and ranting incoherantly in several languages) until the cows come home, and I would have ended up wasting everyone’s time~ QvQ

BUT SINCE YOU ASKED~!! :D

Besides playing AC Unity, I’ve put in a lot of time into exploring Arno Dorian’s character, such as listening to Loomer’s podcast interview with Dan Jeannotte, reading the Abstergo Employee Handbook, reading the Unity novel by Oliver Bowden, and listening to bits of hidden audio – all which given me a lot of insight into his personality and character.

The more I learn about Arno’s character, the more I feel an affinity towards him. Unlike extroverted characters like Ezio, Edward and Jacob, whose characters are immediately obvious upon meeting them, introverts like Arno (and Connor) open up very slowly, and it’s only through more time spent with the character and further probing that you can fully see the person they are.

Here are a few little things about Arno that could have been easily overlooked:

Arno had been carrying the guilt of his father’s death from childhood, and guilt is his main motivation to better himself.

Arno likes to read, and has very defined reading tastes.

Arno appreciates the arts, among them paintings and theatre.

Arno isn’t easily awed or easily impressed; he’s grounded, level-headed, almost to the point of cynicism.→ Unlike Connor, who started off a bit naive and idealistic and believed in the inherent goodness of humanity, Arno learnt very early on in his life that other human beings could be cheating, treacherous and untrustworthy.

He is indifferent to authority; he doesn’t hesitate to break rules or disobey orders in order to do what’s right. As such, he has a very defined moral compass and a strong sense of justice/integrity.

Being raised as an outsider gave him incredible observation skills. He was neither fully part of the aristocratic or servant classes, and spent his life skirting both worlds and never really belonging in either.→ He was raised almost like a son by Francois de la Serre. Arno was given the best education, and access into higher social circles, but he was still very much part of the servant class. Too educated for the commoner class and too grounded for the aristocrat class, Arno had trouble forming meaningful bonds with people (except for maybe Elise, who only ever saw him as an equal, despite their difference in status).

He would rather run from a fight than engage an enemy head-on; He’s not a brawler and uses his smarts more than his fists.

He wrote letters to his dead father Charles Dorian, as a means of coping.→  Arno seems to like to “talk” to people who aren’t there. We see him talking to Elise’s portrait in Sequence 1 in Versailles. I’m inclined to believe Arno “wrote” regularly to Elise after her death, too.

After Arno is kicked out of the Brotherhood, and runs away to Versailles, the Memory was in a weird blue tint. I believe this was because Arno was going through severe depression, and the Animus reflected his mood of the memory.

All of this paint a picture of a complex, multi-faceted young man who doesn’t make his character obvious at first glance.

If you ever met Arno in real life, he’d probably be that quiet but charismatic friend who easily makes people open up to him and trust him – but rarely opens up to or trusts other people himself. He easily makes other people laugh, but he himself rarely laughs. In a group, he’d be the one who does the most listening as the conversation flows, quietly making his own observations.

I always imagine him as this person who prefers his own company, yet his charisma also makes him the sort of person whom other people cannot really leave alone and would naturally seek out. So even if he goes off to be by himself somewhere, he’d eventually find himself with people who just like being around him.

Out of all the protagonists we’ve played so far, Arno is the one I’ve personally related to, and could empathize with fully. :)