#you guys pick

[ask-the-roommate-au]

To all 3 boys, who looks the gayest

Uhhhhh......

[teecupangel]

k, so. Desmond finds his way, someway, somwhow, to the Star Wars universe and, after some tomfoolery, finds the kindergarten of the Jedi homeworld (whats the name again??? anywho) and goes *gasp* Little Ones! Must Protect' as you will, cause dadmond is dadmond.~ And so nothing back happens to the kids. Ever. cause Desmond knows soo many different ways to fuck shit up, and space magic cant defend against most of them.~ its late and my brain gave me a weird idea, and its yours now. have fun!~

Are we talking about Coruscant? Nonny, are we setting this before and during Revenge of the Sith which means we’re gonna get Darth Vadar/Anakin versus Desmond so that the kids will survive in this one?

Okay then, let’s see how we can make Desmond be part of the younglings' lives without him becoming a Jedi then (because Desmond’s Assassin upbringing don’t really line all that nicely with the Jedi’s rules).

So, for this one, I think it would be fun if Desmond was more like a distant ally of the Jedis who likes to just slip in and out of the Jedi Temple like he has a lifetime Disneyland golden pass and the Jedis do find him, mostly after he had already done what he was meant to do there (which is to talk to Mace Windu or Yoda or actually check their data without permission) and he’s always found with the younglings, teaching them…

Uh… not Jedi-approved skills and moves.

Or just playing with them in general.

Desmond didn’t plan for this to happen. He was just looking for Yoda to talk about some weird shit he found while taking out a separatist base after being almost eaten by some weird ass ugh creature (Desmond knew they have names but Desmond also a lot on his plate right now and names are the least of his concerns, no matter how exasperated his Bleeds are with his priorities) and he found Yoda training some of the younglings ‘clans’.

He was reminded of how Altaïr used to train his sons and other children born and raised in Masyaf and he felt his heart ache because being reminded of how gentle and understanding Altaïr was to his sons and the other children only made him feel all the more bitter over how harsh his training back on the Farm had been.

One of the younglings noticed him but he simply smiled and placed a finger by his lips to ask the youngling to stay quiet. Seeing the trust in the youngling’s eyes as he nodded before turning his attention back to Yoda’s teaching made Desmond realize just how… pure these children were.

They were protected from the danger of the outside world, isolated in this temple where all they would learn about were those approved by the Jedi Order.

Just like the Farm.

Desmond knew that the Jedis and the Assassins weren’t the same, hell, Desmond think a lot of the Jedi’s way of thinking is too idealistic for his taste, or maybe he’s just become too ‘jaded’ or something.

Either way, he saw just how dangerous it was for these younglings to simply be trained in the Jedi’s way of thinking, especially now that the Clones War have gotten even more dangerous for everyone.

Hell, Desmond could think of almost a hundred ways he could destroy the Jedi Temple given enough time and manpower.

Anything was possible at this point. Simply because Coruscant was the seat of the Republic right now doesn’t mean it would always be. It also doesn’t mean that the Jedis would always be seen as allies by these politicians.

Desmond had enough memories of Ezio to know how politicians and people in power could backstab longtime allies if they would profit from it and could get away with it.

So Desmond started visiting the younglings whenever he was in the area. They think he was sooooo cool and they enjoy the games Desmond play with them.

Their favorite is the “let’s hide from everyone” game where they all play together with Desmond and hide from everyone, not realizing that Desmond was teaching them how to be stealthy and stay hidden while going for the many ‘hidden’ or unconventional exits all around the temple.

So when Order 66 began, these younglings didn’t wait in one of the rooms of the Jedi temple. They remember their promise to Desmond and began to make their way to their secret hideout that Desmond always brought them to whenever they played the ‘hide from everyone’ game. They knew it wasn’t a game, of course, they saw the death and carnage on their way out of the temple but they also remembered Master Yoda’s words about why he turned a blind eye even though he knew about their regular ‘playtime’ with Desmond. About how they should stay together at all times and to go to that secret hideout if they feel like they’re in trouble or they feel scared and wait for Desmond or Yoda to come get them.

So they do.

They manage to stay hidden and get to the secret hideout…

But they were only safe for a few hours. Just enough time for them to try and calm each other down and those sweets that Desmond keeps in the hideout that he always gives out whenever he notices someone was a little down.

When the door to their hideout opens...

And they saw Master Skywalker walk inside.

They’ve seen him, of course.

They’ve seen him as he led the clone troopers into killing everyone in the temple.

They knew Skywalker wasn’t there to keep them safe.

So when Skywalker took a step inside their hideout, the more courageous and older of the children stepped in front of the others, hiding the smaller children behind them as they try to use the force to push Skywalker out of the room.

It proved futile because they were still learning and all it did was make Skywalker’s robes flutter behind him.

Just as Skywalker lit his lightsaber and take another step towards them, the roof of their hideout suddenly opened and Skywalker instinctively jumped back as a figure clad in white robes that the children were so used to seeing almost jumped on top of him.

Blood dripped from the small cut on the side of Skywalker’s neck as Desmond stood between him and the children.

Before Skywalker could do anything, Desmond threw something which he cut down with his lightsaber, causing it to explode near him enough to push him even further away.

Desmond didn’t let up, throwing two more bombs.

Skywalker backed away to dodge the bombs but these ones were set on a timer and they both exploded near Skywalker. Just strong enough to push him back.

Just strong enough to distract him.

To give Desmond enough time to slam his hidden blade in a secret panel near the door of the hideout, enclosing the entire hideout and…

Making it fall.

Before the children could think they were plummeting to their deaths, hidden propulsion activated as a robotic voice announce, “Monteriggioni emergency takeoff function activated. Initializing default flight plan 11092007. Activating cloaking system.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[pebblume]

pots n picks week day 7: free day

[soaked-doors]

when it rains, it pours

[bi-writes]

ghost doesn't think he hears you correctly, not at first. there's a ringing that's still in his ears from the bullet he nearly ate earlier. (cw: dubcon, 18+)

"wot?"

"can you please please please--pretend to be my boyfriend--just for one minute--!"

"heyyy, sunshine," a nasty little voice sings. you spin around, cowering by the bar, just as someone a little too drunk and a little too big comes into your space. you scoot away from him, but he's coming closer, leaning over you, and ghost tilts his head to the side as he watches the way you flinch at the stink of his breath.

ghost fits into the space at your back quite easily. your back arches a little as his big hand finds the bend of your waist, and you squeak a little when he forces you back, pressing your ass against his pelvis as he tucks you into his shadow.

"who's this fuckin' nitwit?" ghost mutters, clicking his tongue under his mask. you swallow, blinking up at the man, shrugging as you try and press yourself a little closer against his heat.

"i-i dunno," you whisper, and it's shaky, afraid. "h-he won't stop...following me."

"tha' right?" ghost hums, and you're so afraid of the man in front of you that you don't really register the way ghost's big hand is slipping lower, over the curve of your denim jeans and squeezing the fat of your ass that fills the palm of his hand all too nicely. "ya botherin' 'er?"

the man swallows a little, hiccuping. he stands up straighter, a little more sober, and he just shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer.

"just...she's so pretty, ya know--agh!"

ghost reaches over and grips him by the fat of his neck. he squeezes hard, drawing him closer, would be spitting in his face if he wasn't wearing the balaclava over his head.

"'f i see ya around 'er again, i'll paint the fuckin' walls with y'r teeth, mate, yeah? now get outta my fuckin' sight before i do it just for fun."

when ghost lets him go, he struggles to breathe, holding onto the bar and coughing as he scrambles to put distance between you. you shake a little, turning towards the bar, picking up what you assume is his drink and sipping it slowly to try and calm the nerves. you close your eyes gently, shaking your head.

"thank you," you say softly. "i-i couldn't shake him off, he was following me everywhere, i..." you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling up at him. "that was really nice of you. i'm...sorry if i caused you any trouble."

ghost tilts his head to the side, fitting himself back behind you. he reaches over, putting both arms on either side of you and leaning over one shoulder, breathing hot against your neck.

"wot you mean?" he murmurs, and you blink, not understanding.

"for pretending to..." you laugh a little, looking into his eyes. "just...it was nice of you to do that. to pretend like that, i--"

"dunno wot y'r talkin' about," ghost chuckles, and you seize when he reaches down between you, cupping you between the legs as he palms at your pussy over your jeans. you keen a little, leaning into his touch, nasty brute pressing two fingers against where you're most sensitive and forcing your ass back against him, where he's hard, chubbed up since he first saw you, leaking into his cargos.

"i-i--" your eyes are wide, but you don't pull away, don't push him back--why am i not running? why can't i leave? what's happening to me--

"i wasn't pretending. were you?"

[chloesimaginationthings]

Everyone “hates” Mike in the FNAF movie..

[little-pup-pip]

Cosy day in!!

[beastlyidiocy]

my sweet old man who is genuinely too kind for the world he lives in :(

[pastabaguette]

internalized homophobia

i’ve done nothing but work on —> s33k the highb100d for a week, so i took a break and did some humanstuck.

[chalkrub]

various art trades from the past month! had FUN as usual

[ot3]

as much as i am insanely picky and opinionated about media the one craft that doesn't extend to is music. i know nothing about music. i have no complex opinions about music. a song is either Fun or Unfun. i dont know what a chord progression is and i have no interest in learning. play a song and hold a gun to my head i wont be able to tell you what genre it is

[sprnklersplashes]

once again being reminded of how weird being a taylor swift fan on this website is because the people who claim to hate her just clearly do not listen to her. I saw someone say "does taylor swift even know she's been turned into a brand and stripped of her humanity? is she aware of the fact she lives in a gilded cage where she can't be imperfect?" like my sibling in christ that's what her past two albums have been about about. what exactly did you guys think anti-hero was?

[sully-s]

He deserves it

[neomustdiexo]

guys iactually spent so much time on this im tired