#he loves the fact he was assassinated

[gorillaxyz]

i dont like rbing murdoc fan art here bc i dont want anyone else to see him... well not really but its sometjing like that

[kitkats-and-kittens]

Okay so my timeline of events may not be great, but wouldn’t it be funny if Damian found out about Tim blowing up the league bases?

Wouldn’t it be funny if he found out his brother gave the people inside about 10 minutes to run before killing them all?

Wouldn’t it be funny if he knew them? If he knew the servants that worked there? The gardeners? The caretakers? The young assassins, younger than him, still in training?

Wouldn’t it be funny if he’d had friends there? Friends who aren’t there anymore. Friends who suddenly went silent, who he lost contact with. Friends who are dead. Friends who his own brother murdered?

Now wouldn’t that be hilarious.

[bumblingbabooshka]

TNG episode where the ship is taking a bunch of different doctors and scientists to an important medical conference and Worf ends up developing a crush on one of the Vulcan doctors and they get along really well. They both seem lonely and their interactions are sweet. At the same time Worf is trying to beat an unknown opponent at a subspace strategy game which is circulating amongst all the security teams Starfleet-wide (Worf is very good at the game and so is equal parts frustrated and thrilled by this opponent's skill) and during one of their conversations/outings the Vulcan doctor points out a flaw in Worf's opponent's game which he never would have noticed on his own. This doesn't allow him to win necessarily but it does keep them from constantly stalemating one another. The end of the episode has Worf nearly confess to the doctor as they finally reach the conference, but it turns out her husband is waiting for her. Her husband is Tuvok and he was ALSO the opponent which Worf was fighting tooth and nail (on two different fronts?). Tuvok and Worf are both shocked by this and suspicious of one another. Was Worf seducing his wife as a tactic? Was Tuvok using his wife to lower Worf's guard? Doctor T'Pel seems amused, undercutting the tension. Gentlemen, it's only a game. (Both men remember it is indeed only a game and appear sheepish) She wishes Worf well and then gets on the transport, informing the room that her stay on the Enterprise was indeed quite enjoyable. Tuvok & Worf agree to continue playing that game until there is a decisive winner.

[aqun-athlok]

i don't think i'll ever get over the fact that zevran fucked up so bad over 20 years ago that the crows still can't get many contracts in ferelden anymore.

[bell-of-indecision]

rumor has it that if you ask me about porus 2017 I will vibrate at the speed of light and then combust out of sheer anger

[prolibytherium]

Somehow that ongoing 1,500,000+ word The Beatles Paul McCartney x John Lennon fanfiction I read includes like the most absolute minuscule details of the Beatles lore, like tiny little things where I was like "that can't be real" but I looked it up and it was (IE a guy claiming to be Jesus Christ barging in on one of their recording sessions). But it does NOT include the apparently real group masturbation sessions

[agent-sapphire]

Why did Five's character just started revolving solely around Lila? like Five really did not give a shit about his siblings? Lila said, "your family needs you! I need you.", almost implying that Five would do it for Lila but not his family?

[silverbastardgoldenfool]

[thathilomgirl]

[evilbeing]

I fucking love Altaïr

He's such an interesting character

I love his dynamics between all the characters. I love how he Is written. I love the way he dev through the game. He started out as an extremly feared assassin. Legends were told about him. Besides his skills he was still "damaging" the Brotherhood rules and stuff by being too proud. They let a protagonist to be proud and (a Little) mean. They gave him the weight of being the reasons for Kadar's death. (Ik some of yall can Say its not actually his fault but thats not important, thats still what it seems at least to Malik's eyes)

ALSO HE SILLY??? HE SO COOL THE FUCKING ANGEL OF DEATH AND HE CAN'T SWIM??? HE FELLS IN LOVE WITH HIS ENEMY ??

Also he so cool he can Jump looking like an Angel, he is not afraid, he challenges his master, his robe makes him look like an Eagle, in fact his name means Eagle.... I love BIRDS ESPECIALLY EANGLES. AND ANGELS AND FEATHERS . AND HE IS RELATED TO ALL OF THAT WJHSHFJUD💔💔like Bro I want to be him so bad hes literally everything I want to be🤬 Literally me HE SO ME YALL DONT UNDERSTAND WE BOTH HAVE AN ARABIC NAME PLEASEEEE me fr

Hes probably my ancestor guys I might be Desmond 🙏 or Ezio...

[acourtofquestions]

Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:

She'd rebuild it—what she had been.

Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.

Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."

"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.

"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."

"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.

Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.

Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.

At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.

In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.

She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.

Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."

A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.

She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."

Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."

"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."

Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.

"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."

"I do know."

"And?"

"And what do you wish me to say?"

She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"

"If what?"

"If you wish it wasn't so."

His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"

She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.

It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.

"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."

She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.

"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."

She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"

"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."

"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."

"Then it is her choice, not yours."

Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."

"What did she show you?" A breathless question.

Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."

She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."

His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"

She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.

Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."

She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.

"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.

"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."

A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"

"We'll face it together," he swore again.

"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.

Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."

"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."

She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.

"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.

She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

"I thought you might want to be asked first."

"That never stopped you before."

"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.

She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."

He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.

"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."

The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.

"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.

Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.

Together.

[rin-hanarin]

In Renzo's case Spite and Solas would have to observe a telenovela from the Fade because Lucanis is the way he is, and Renzo is not only just as much of an assassin, but also 22. Like. It's a competition who would fumble it less, not to mention that Renzo can only be smooth for a job or if he's faking it, but he'd fail miserably when it comes to anything genuine. He experiences A Feeling of Affection and just kinda [cries in Spanish] because it's a lot, but it's also not allowed, now what? It wouldn't occur to him that there are no Crows to stop him, but it's so deeply ingrained in his mind and he is already enough of a failure in his superiors' eyes that defying their teachings in any way is out of the question.

And then Viago rocks up with his not-wife in tow, and Teia looks at Renzo and his kicked puppy eyes when he looks at Lucanis for two seconds total and hits him with something like "Good luck with Master Lucanis, his kind is very stubborn" wink wink nudge nudge, and Renzo wants to kill everyone in the room and then himself because his entire life was a lie.

[urara04]

[here] - Intermezzo - part 2

My friend has started playing ACIII after I constantly ranted over the game, so now he's playing it over Discord stream so I could see his reactions (all his knowledge over AC as a whole is from me over the years, or internet posts)

He has not played any AC game, ever

A few highlights

"So the apple is a magical key that does magic stuff?" "Yeah, it's a big deal" "OK so can it open more of this door- We're squeezing through!"

How did this random block on the floor do more than the big apple???"

"Oh cool I'm great at parkour" falls off immediately

After a quick explanation of the difference between Assassin's and Templars: "-anyway, now you're out of the parkour tutorial" "Cool. Why am I playing a Templar?" "...what do you mean you're playing a Templar." "He has a cross on his cape, right at the top there"

Gaslighting him that Haytham is an Assassin because he uses Hidden Blades

Trying to flirt and kiss every random man he encounters

Him reacting to every booth in the opera

On the boat playing Fanorona, despite not knowing the rules

And winning

Endlessly countering the tutorial enemy because he doesn't have a grip on the controls

"THAT WAS JUST THE INTRO???" "Yeah" "DANG THAT'S LONG"

"Wait can I pet the animals?" "Yep!" "OKAY"

"I CAN PET THE PIG??- Oh. Only feed them. Alright."

"oh lol these random men keep pushing me away" "Yeah they're red coats, they're kinda the police around he-"

He immediately kills one

Haytham and Charles going on a little murder spree

Charles: "You will see, sir, that Boston is quite a lively city"

Haytham standing next to a pile of Redcoats:

"Ello, my name is Thomas Hickey" "OK, can I give him a hickey?"

"You can read the in game database if you have any questions about the game and setting and whatnot" "Why would I ever read that if I have a smaller, talking, hairy little dictionary talking in my ear whenever I have a question"

Reading the entry on Shaun "He's gotta go" "Why??" "there can only be one arrogant prick around here, and that is me"

[navree]

to be clear, i'm not angry about pretty boy slade wilson at all, if clark is just starting out then bruce has probably only been at it for a couple years himself, and dick is definitely still flipping about at haly's with his totally alive not ever gonna die parents and a good few years from slade deciding that his archnemesis needs to be a teenager from the most insane family in all of north america, it makes sense that slade so far is a young man still fulfilling mercenary contracts and other things like that and still in the relative flush of youth

also again, the way they drew him was hot, if this is how slade's anime twink phase goes i'm not mad about it

[apamates]

Fitz' loved ones going "is anyone going to inflict unimaginable trauma on that boy??" and not waiting for an answer

[hershelwidget]

My favourite thing ever right now is making characters look stressed as HELL. Your honour I need to explore what different kinds of people look like at their most vulnerable!! Favourite examples are thus:

Charley is HEARTBROKEN

Inkling is FIGHTING

Red Crab is BETRAYED

P.I is TERRIFIED

It’s so good. full images under the cut but slight blood/injury warning for Inkling (stabbed 😔)

The characters themselves I’m really proud of how they’re showing their emotions (ESPECIALLY Inkling’s expression vs Red Crab’s body language)

I also wanna point out that they’re all in scenarios practically designed FOR them. Doomed by the Narrative, these freaks are