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febreze-bottle-without-febreze · 1 year ago

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TW: slit blood(Quinn)

"check your window he's at your window"

This other half has nothing to do with the drawing so you don't have to read it also SPOILERS well kind of ⬇️⬇️

I haven't talked about this man in a minute and I just watched the last Quinn video

{yes I know I'm late and sorry if this half doesn't make sense I wrote this wall half a sleep}

David's big brother vibe grows more and more with each video his in with Darlin and I'm loving it [

GBA does such a good job voicing Quinn, the rage and pain GBA expresses is perfect, and the way Quinn screams COME HERE at Darlin absolutely stunning

The icon changing and the screen flashing red every time Quinn gets hurt is just so satisfying

"just that it looks like something do stay the same even after years and miles apart short temper volatile nature of fury inside that you desperately throw in any direction to keep it from pointing inward again uh I guess now that you can't use my fangs to punish yourself and your new toy won't use his you've had to find other ways to work through your pain" Quinn if Darlin did stay the same you would probably be dead by now

"I've been close to them Sammy so close without them even noticing" Does that count as stalking cause he did say he was tracking them

the jacket was mentioned again!!![ I'm keeping my theory that Gabe gave them that jacket]

Darlin has grown so much and them walking away shows that perfectly [well In my opinion]

"[hit] that's for Frederick[punch] That's for his progeny.[bone crunching, screaming] and that's for me" first bright eyes mention in a long time

"I’ve got bad news for your “legacy”, scumbag. You don’t have the hold on them that you think you do. They showed you just now when they walked away. They’ve shown that every day that they’ve kept living after everything you tried to do to them. No one “owns” them. Least of all you. You are gonna die as worthless and alone as you lived. And if there’s any part of you left that still feels, I hope that thought fuckin terrifies you. Because you deserve fear. And misery. And pain on the way out.," Tell him Sam, got to be my favorite line in this video

gotta love it when Sam gets violent and protective

Sam and Darlin can finally take a break and go on vacation they both truly deserve it🥹

#this was supposed to be posted yesterday #redacted quinn #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted sam #redacted david #redacted fanart #redacted verse #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audios #good boy audios #My.art

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teecupangel · 8 months ago

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From @noficbyhalves’ tags

#i love this #desmond 'the universe keeps putting me in Situations' miles #altair gleefully noticing that his two singular divine requests are 'dont die' and 'do a murder' #man has never been more prepared for anything in his life #*rolls up sleeves* congrats you've activated my special interest. no i am not stopping #rip juno tbh #assassins creed #altaïr ibn la’ahad #altair is a little shit #desmond miles #i ship desmond miles with being alive

From @knine-nights-loves-ac

Oh I’m loving Altaïr and Desmond. Juno’s going to be very confused and what I wouldn’t give to see her smug bitch ass face when she realizes these puny humans are greater than her and she’s not going to survive this. Altaïr would give Desmond a show. And god I’d pay to see that show too

All the Isus know they have no choice.

This anomaly, the being that goes by the name Altaïr…

He wasn’t human.

But he wasn’t an Isu as well.

Yet he was able to control everything they ever made easily.

Anything he touches immediately gets upgraded into its most powerful state.

Some of them do not last long, the sudden surge of power leading to instability that sooner or later end up overheating itself.

And he seemed to always know when it was about to happen, throwing them to explode at their soldiers.

The humans were winning. Slowly but surely they were being pushed to the brink.

Minerva’s calls for a truce had been a way to save themselves without showing their desperation.

Minerva might not realize it though. She was too focused on the impending danger of the Solar Flare.

Altaïr ordered them to meet him in the Garden of Eden, a facility that used to create humans, now turned into rubble by the humans’ first wave of attack.

The rubble around a meeting table had been cleared and the man sat at the head of the table.

A lot of the Isus bristled at the sight of a supposed human sitting at the highest of the sitting order.

Minerva found them annoying.

What used was a seating arrangement at this point?

“Greetings, Altaïr.” Minerva bowed slightly, ignoring the looks from the Isus who had come with her. Altaïr sat alone and there was no sign of any humans around.

They could just as easily be hiding in the rubble all around them.

The humans’ greatest army was directly under Altaïr, going by the title of the Assassin Brotherhood.

Their way was the way of the shadows.

It wouldn’t be surprising if they were actually surrounded by humans ready to kill them, simply waiting for their mentor’s signal.

“Let’s get this over with.” Altaïr said as he showed Minerva some kind of memory storage device the size of his thumb, “I’ve put here all the information I have concerning the incoming Solar Flare. I will give this to you after you complete my demand.”

“You insolen-”

“What is your demand?” Minerva asked, cutting off whatever biting remark one of her guards was about to say, glaring at him for daring to speak without being ordered to.

“And how can we be sure of the validity of your information?” Her father, Tinia added as he sat on the chair directly in front of Altaïr. He looked at Tinia with a calm expression, “I do not wish to insult you but Minerva had only learned of the incoming Solar Flare three days ago. It seems… ‘strange’ that you’re able to give us information about it already.”

“My patron is very forthcoming about everything and anything I desire.” Altaïr stated.

‘Patron’.

That was the ‘title’ of what the Isus believed to be the one who created Altaïr.

Or modified him.

Altaïr spoke of his patron as if they were his god and many believe they were a rogue Isu who was now hiding behind the monster they had created.

Finding the identity of this rogue Isu was one of the priorities before when the war had reached its peak.

But now…

“If perhaps we were to talk to your patron…” Tinia clarified quickly, “Just to talk about where they have gotten this information so we may verify it-”

Altaïr sighed and crushed the memory storage device in his hand.

“No!” Minerva shouted as she took a step forward, face paling as her eyes widened.

“I already know what must be done concerning this Solar Flare.” Altaïr said as the remains of the memory storage device fell to the table. He placed his hand over it and the ring in his finger glowed.

Everything occupying the space below his palm, the size of an Apple of Eden, disappeared in a flash.

Leaving nothing but a crater…

“I do not need you or your kind.” Altaïr stood as he looked down at Tinia, “I am reaching out only because my patron is kind.”

“I am not.” Altaïr reminded them, “Our side can make preparations on our own. We have no need for you and your kind.”

Altaïr raised his head to stare at Minerva, “If you wish for a chance then you will complete my demand. Only then will I give you a copy of what I know.”

“… and… what is your demand?” Minerva asked, hands slightly trembling.

“Juno’s head served in a silver platter.” Altaïr announced, “Try to keep her conscious alive in any way or fail to fully kill her and you forfeit any and all possibilities of me sharing anything to you.”

“Juno?!” Tinia shouted as he stood, “But she’s-”

“Experimented on humans in Atlantis with her husband.” Altaïr reminded him, “Something that is forbidden by your laws.”

Altaïr returned his focus on Minerva, “My patron believes you will make the right choice. I do not.”

“Kill Juno and ensure she cannot be revived by any means possible. That is my demand.” Altaïr began to walk away as he said, “We will schedule our next meeting after I received her head.”

Normally, Desmond is sent back in time to mess with things.

But what if it wasn't him?

Like, maybe Desmond couldn't go back in time himself but he could, in the split second he touched the apple, send someone else.

What if one of his ancestors went back in time? (Upon their deaths or something.)

I imagine a young Altair (who might be using a fake name) running around Italy with a tired Ezio following like a worried mother hen. (No, Claudia, he is not hovering he is just concerned) He ends up taking Altair under his wing (No, Claudia, it is not adoption.)

Or maybe Altair ends up in Bayek's time, Oh! Or Connor in Ezio's time. (Edward and Ezio would either get along badly or be too powerful if they were together in the same time period.)

These boys ruin the timeline and somehow save the world/future by simply stumbling through everything with no clue what's going on. and of course the power of friendship and really sharp blades.

Desmond and Clay are laughing their asses off in the afterlife as their ancestors destroy centuries worth of carefully calculated plans. (They might also manipulate things a little to help.)

And the time traveling ancestors for the most part, are doing the best they can in their current situation.

They are freaking the fuck out the whole time but are excellent at hiding it.

Poor Ezio.

(No, Altair, you can't kill that person because that have information we need, yes, I'm sure, Claudia don't encourage him.)

Well… How about we add some… ‘order’ to the chaos?

Desmond only had a fraction of a second to send his ancestor back in time.

And he hesitated.

He didn’t know which one to send.

Should it be Altaïr? Altaïr always felt like he would find out what to do even if he was given only minimal clues.

But Ezio was his prophet, the one he had been with the longest…

Ratonhnhaké:ton though… he deserves answers. He deserves the truth.

And when he woke up…

In that endless sea of gray…

The first word he heard were…

“’Morning. Which fucked up timeline do you want to hear first?”

Desmond sat and blinked as Clay stood before him, arms crossed with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Uuuhh…”

“Do you want to hear about how Edward Kenway managed to save his grandson and his grandson’s mother from the fires that should have killed her?” Clay asked before adding, “Oh… and he’s learned that his son’s a Templar by the way. At least, one of his old friends believe he’s actually Edward Kenway. If you think the Kenway Family Drama is bad when you were reliving Connor’s memories, then you gotta see the top tier drama that’s happening with Edward and Haytham right now.”

“Or maybe you want to hear about how Connor got kicked into Ezio’s time? He has no idea what’s happening but he got appointed as Federico’s combat instructor. He knows jackshit, by the way, about the tragedy that’s about to happen but, hey, at least Giovanni believes he’s an Assassin from another country or something. Oh.” Clay rubbed his chin as he added, “Connor doesn’t like how close Giovanni is with the Medici by the way. Lorenzo reminds him a bit of Washington or maybe he’s projecting, who knows?”

“Maybe you’ll like to know how your dear prophet is doing? Well, he’s doing badly in preserving the damn timeline that’s for sure. Let’s see… he got in touch with Alamut and managed to bluff his way into making them believe he’s the mentor of a destroyed Assassin branch from the crusader lands, he got the mentor’s permission to make his own branch in Levant, made a deal with said mentor to become a thorn in Al Mualim’s side and find out what he’s hiding, adopted Altaïr and even went as far as adopt Abbas because he believed he could ‘change’ things.” Clay was quiet for a moment before he added, “Oh and his branch is in the underground temple in Jerusalem so he has the Apple with him already.”

“Then there’s Altaïr.” Clay said with such… annoyance Desmond was actually afraid of what Altaïr had done. Clay rubbed the side of his forehead as he started, “See, they can only be transported into what counts as their past so we can’t have something like Altaïr being pushed into his future in Ezio’s time or something. And, since your only instruction to the Moraes was to ‘change the past’, they had to improvise with Altaïr considering he’s more or less the starting point. They had to pick another one of your ancestors who was important to your past and this world’s future so…”

“Altaïr’s been sent to the time of the Isu-Human war and his knowledge of the POEs and getting unconstrained access to the POEs at their full power… well… let’s just say…” Clay’s tone was drier than the desert as he said, “The Isus didn’t know what hit them.”

Desmond could only stare at Clay as he said.

“Soooo… which one do you want to contact first as their ‘patron’?”

#today i give you eldritch god desmond #and patron god desmond (technically)#it was not intentional #i seriously have an entire window having so many tabs of your replies and reblogs #i’m answering them fifo style XD #this was a happy coincidence #no desmond #but you get altaïr being a badass?#i realized i didn't post this yesterday #this was supposed to be posted yesterday #sorrrrryyy

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