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The way I want to hug him, kiss him, put a blanket over him and bake him cookies while he tells me about his week is not normal

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Mary Read design thingy because she's so cool and underappreciated

I need to draw this gayass more often

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The way I want to hug him, kiss him, put a blanket over him and bake him cookies while he tells me about his week is not normal

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desmond matching t-shirts with his ancestors ❤️

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The way I want to hug him, kiss him, put a blanket over him and bake him cookies while he tells me about his week is not normal

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I haven’t been able to draw Connor properly in MONTHS but I finally cracked the code last night

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i made this. i fuckin drew it and then threw it in flash

i will use this a lot

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a veces en la vida solo queda decir "jaja, tu vieja" y seguir adelante

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Humans and rules

When I was first assigned to work with humans I did as I would with any new species and researched their customs.

What I found was a bewilderingly huge list of rules. Not just the usual atmospheric and dietary rules, but complex customs, beliefs, security, and safety. There was too much to take in.

Surely, a species with so many complex rules must be bureaucrats and negotiators. Why would an exploration team need beings suited to treaties and trade deals?

Then the team of humans arrived. They arrived with contraband, non-regulation uniforms, and their very greetings went against their written customs.

I threw out my research, convinced it was all wrong.

Only much later, after discovering the distillation equipment in the secondary laboratory (horrifically, I must report humans ingest alcohol for fun - I swear by my clutch mates this is true) did the senior human tell me an uncomfortable truth.

"You gotta know the rules before you can break them. Nah, seriously, pretty much every one of our rules comes from someone doing something stupid and getting themselves killed "

They have so many rules not because they are bureaucrats but because they know they are so reckless. Rules are the only chance they have of species survival.

It puts their regulations and customs in a more terrifying light. Especially after they told me the reason they shake hands upon meeting is to ensure neither is holding a weapon in their dominate hand.

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it's been a while I don't use this app ooo

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Thinking about a villain Reader, a neglected Reader who slowly grows to hate the Batfam. A reader whose been through hell that the Batfam are completely ignorant or willfully ignorant of. A reader who blames the Batfam, that if they cared, Batfam would help, but they never did, they saved everyone they could but Reader. Who one day just snaps and tries to kill them, but they fail and are now on the run. Well aware of what happens to those who try and kill a Bat, who get close to succeeding.

Maybe they were being regularly bullied at school, the kind of bullying that could get someone killed. Maybe they were being abused but the Bat’s didn’t believe them, or that there abuser got away and instead of hunting them down they didn’t see them as a priority so there still out there. Whatever happened, the Bats and Birds could have saved them, but chose not to or ignored their pleas.

I don’t know, I just want a reader so angry about how there treated they try and hurt or even kill a Bat. Maybe they even get close to succeeding, after all who would think the weak untrained Wayne could be a threat.

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A Lovely Hunting Trip

Pairing: Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway x Male Reader Warnings: Suggestive, internalized homophobia a little bit Word Count: 1536 Masterlist

You’d met Connor a while ago. He’d helped you fend off a pack of wolves that had attacked you and your small camp, offered you a place at his ‘homestead’ as he’d called it. And, of course, you accepted. You were in need of a home regardless and having something stronger than a flimsy tent to keep the wolves out sounded wonderful. Of course, it didn’t come completely for free. 

You were a hunter and, along with Myriam, you helped keep the Homestead fed. It was worth it though.

Connor had let you stay in the manor while your home was built. A kind and determined soul, if not a little.. Strange. You’d initially thought he was cold- his answers were always short and he didn’t seem to go out of his way to talk to you. 

But you’d come to realize that it was just how he was. He seemed willing to listen to you as you talked to him, offering small nods and soft hums of acknowledgement to let you know he was listening. 

As such, you found yourself.. drawn to the native. You caught yourself watching him more and more and, on the occasion that Connor pointed it out (because he definitely knew you were staring every time you did it), your face would heat up and you’d profusely apologize for the staring.

Yet, you couldn’t keep him out of your head. Even after your home had been completed and you were no longer ‘living’ with him. He was on your mind almost constantly and you didn’t even know why. It’s not like he’d ever shown actual interest in you. He seemed preoccupied with his duties as an assassin.

On the occasion that Connor did his rounds, checking on everyone, you found yourself wishing he’d stay a bit longer, talk to you a little more.

It hits you hard. You were in love. You were in love with Connor. You were doomed.

Your interactions with Connor get more awkward on your side after your realization. And you can tell Connor notices. He always does. He stands closer to you when he stops by to converse, lingers a bit longer than he normally does..

Is he.. teasing you? You honestly couldn’t tell. It seemed so out of character for Connor to ‘tease’ someone. Yet the way he was doing seemed so.. In character. The thought of it sends butterflies through your stomach.

But at the same time, how do you even approach someone about that? A man in love with another man? That’s just.. looked down upon. But then again, Connor never did care what people thought of him. 

It all comes to a head when Myriam gets ill and you have to ask Connor to accompany you on a hunting trip. It was safer to take two people out. Especially now. Winter was coming, bears were preparing for hibernation, they were going to be a little more.. Ballsy. You and Myriam had run into one once already. 

Thankfully, Connor was willing to join you without many questions. So now it was just the two of you walking through the woods.

It’s quiet between the two of you save for the quiet whistling of the fall wind that will soon bring winter. It’s still chilly as is. You’re wearing some of your warmer clothes, Connor wearing his trademark assassin’s robes which were already warm. 

The leaves are beautiful shades of red and orange. Most are still attached to trees though some have fallen, crunching softly under yours and Connor’s feet. 

You find yourself ‘sneaking’ glances at Connor as you walk, admiring his profile. You don’t think he notices- perhaps a foolish thought on your part. 

You’re pulled from your thoughts by Connor. “You tend to stare a lot,” he says. His voice holds no malice and, in fact, you might even say he sounded amused. 

You feel your face heat up as you look away from him. This was the first time he’s called you out on it. And you know you can’t deny it. 

“Apologies,” is all you can manage. The soft sound of Connor’s chuckle just warms your face more and you make the foolish decision to glance over at him again. 

And you make eye contact with him. 

You nearly trip over a root. Connor stabilizes you with an arm around your stomach and you’re keenly aware just how warm his body feels even through your jacket. You wonder how good he’d feel against your bare skin..

You shake the thought quickly and thank Connor for keeping you from falling face first. Damnit, were you distracted. You barely register that he’s not let you go yet.

Connor’s breath fans over the back of your neck and you nearly shiver, managing to force yourself to keep still. He’s still got his arm around your midsection, his body pressed against your back. 

“You’re distracted,” Connor says. His voice is deathly close to your ear and you just hope he didn’t catch the way your breath hitched. Is he doing it on purpose?

“I don’t mean to be,” you protest. The feeling of him being so close, his musk practically surrounding you has your head feeling fuzzy and your body heating up. He has to be doing it on purpose. 

His lips brush against the shell of your ear and you can feel his smile. It makes your heart beat faster and the man has the audacity to place his hand over your heart. “You’re nervous,” he points out. 

“A little.”

“It’s cute.”

You’ve been called many things in life, but cute has not been one of them since you’d been a boy. And it sends a shiver down your spine. “Thank you..?” You say with a little awkward laugh. 

Connor hums again and you think he’s finally going to let you go. He doesn’t. The hand that’s not wrapped around you covers your eyes. Your body tenses on instinct with the hindrance of your sight. 

“Do you trust me?” Connor asks quietly.

“I do.” You’re almost surprised by how quickly you say it. Almost.

Lips brush against your cheek and you let out a shaky exhale. Your knees grow weak and you’re positive if Connor hadn’t been holding you, you would’ve collapsed. 

“You’re shaking,” Connor murmurs against your cheek. “Relax.”

Relax!? Like this!? With his body pressed against yours, his lips teasing your skin, hand covering your eyes.. That was a lot to ask. 

Still, you try. A shaky exhale and a deep breath in. “Good,” you hear Connor praise quietly. Your heart jumps in your chest with it. That felt nice. 

You let the breath out and, with it, try to force yourself to relax in Connor’s arms. God, you’re in Connor’s arms! You’re finally in his arms. 

A shiver runs down your spine as Connor’s lips press against the skin behind your ear. You take another deep breath and that’s when Connor starts leading you somewhere. Where? Hell if you knew. But you trust Connor, so you don’t question it.

After what feels like hours of walking, Connor finally stops you. He sits you down on something soft. Sand. You can feel it. 

Then, he sits down behind you, pulling you against his chest before finally pulling his hand away. 

He’s brought you to a beach. A gorgeous one at that.

There’s cliffs on either side of you, both lined with trees and their stunning leaves and the water laps gently at the sand a few feet in front of you. The sun is setting, the light reflecting off the water in a stunning show of reds and yellows. 

You glance back at Connor and find him already looking at you, the smallest smile on his handsome face. “Do you like it?” He asks you softly. 

You smile back at him. “I do. It’s lovely,” you respond, matching Connor’s tone as you return your eyes to the scenery. He tilts his head to the side a little before pulling you closer to him. Connor wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder when you relax back against him. 

“I find myself drawn to you,” Connor murmurs softly in your ear. His words bring a fresh wave of heat to your face. He felt the same way.

After a short bit of stuttering, you finally find your voice again. “And I to you.”

A warm chuckle fills the air between you and it brings that familiar feeling of butterflies to your tummy. How you loved the sound of his laugh. “Mayhaps we could spend more time together then?” Connor suggests. He gives you a gentle squeeze that makes you feel oh so safe.

“I would enjoy that.” You’d more than enjoy that. You feel so light, so happy, your body buzzing with a euphoria you’ve not before felt. It’s amazing. 

“Perfect.” You feel a gentle press of lips to your cheek and let out a soft laugh of your own. Who would’ve guessed that Connor was a soft lover. You turn your head to return the kiss with one of your own, letting them brush across Connor’s cheek before pressing against the skin. He’s warm. He’s perfect.

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happy birthday @miralyk (ceo of protocreed)!!!!

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HAPPY FRYE DAAAAYYY

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They are compatible.

Old man yaoi😎

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A Lovely Hunting Trip

Pairing: Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway x Male Reader Warnings: Suggestive, internalized homophobia a little bit Word Count: 1536 Masterlist

You’d met Connor a while ago. He’d helped you fend off a pack of wolves that had attacked you and your small camp, offered you a place at his ‘homestead’ as he’d called it. And, of course, you accepted. You were in need of a home regardless and having something stronger than a flimsy tent to keep the wolves out sounded wonderful. Of course, it didn’t come completely for free. 

You were a hunter and, along with Myriam, you helped keep the Homestead fed. It was worth it though.

Connor had let you stay in the manor while your home was built. A kind and determined soul, if not a little.. Strange. You’d initially thought he was cold- his answers were always short and he didn’t seem to go out of his way to talk to you. 

But you’d come to realize that it was just how he was. He seemed willing to listen to you as you talked to him, offering small nods and soft hums of acknowledgement to let you know he was listening. 

As such, you found yourself.. drawn to the native. You caught yourself watching him more and more and, on the occasion that Connor pointed it out (because he definitely knew you were staring every time you did it), your face would heat up and you’d profusely apologize for the staring.

Yet, you couldn’t keep him out of your head. Even after your home had been completed and you were no longer ‘living’ with him. He was on your mind almost constantly and you didn’t even know why. It’s not like he’d ever shown actual interest in you. He seemed preoccupied with his duties as an assassin.

On the occasion that Connor did his rounds, checking on everyone, you found yourself wishing he’d stay a bit longer, talk to you a little more.

It hits you hard. You were in love. You were in love with Connor. You were doomed.

Your interactions with Connor get more awkward on your side after your realization. And you can tell Connor notices. He always does. He stands closer to you when he stops by to converse, lingers a bit longer than he normally does..

Is he.. teasing you? You honestly couldn’t tell. It seemed so out of character for Connor to ‘tease’ someone. Yet the way he was doing seemed so.. In character. The thought of it sends butterflies through your stomach.

But at the same time, how do you even approach someone about that? A man in love with another man? That’s just.. looked down upon. But then again, Connor never did care what people thought of him. 

It all comes to a head when Myriam gets ill and you have to ask Connor to accompany you on a hunting trip. It was safer to take two people out. Especially now. Winter was coming, bears were preparing for hibernation, they were going to be a little more.. Ballsy. You and Myriam had run into one once already. 

Thankfully, Connor was willing to join you without many questions. So now it was just the two of you walking through the woods.

It’s quiet between the two of you save for the quiet whistling of the fall wind that will soon bring winter. It’s still chilly as is. You’re wearing some of your warmer clothes, Connor wearing his trademark assassin’s robes which were already warm. 

The leaves are beautiful shades of red and orange. Most are still attached to trees though some have fallen, crunching softly under yours and Connor’s feet. 

You find yourself ‘sneaking’ glances at Connor as you walk, admiring his profile. You don’t think he notices- perhaps a foolish thought on your part. 

You’re pulled from your thoughts by Connor. “You tend to stare a lot,” he says. His voice holds no malice and, in fact, you might even say he sounded amused. 

You feel your face heat up as you look away from him. This was the first time he’s called you out on it. And you know you can’t deny it. 

“Apologies,” is all you can manage. The soft sound of Connor’s chuckle just warms your face more and you make the foolish decision to glance over at him again. 

And you make eye contact with him. 

You nearly trip over a root. Connor stabilizes you with an arm around your stomach and you’re keenly aware just how warm his body feels even through your jacket. You wonder how good he’d feel against your bare skin..

You shake the thought quickly and thank Connor for keeping you from falling face first. Damnit, were you distracted. You barely register that he’s not let you go yet.

Connor’s breath fans over the back of your neck and you nearly shiver, managing to force yourself to keep still. He’s still got his arm around your midsection, his body pressed against your back. 

“You’re distracted,” Connor says. His voice is deathly close to your ear and you just hope he didn’t catch the way your breath hitched. Is he doing it on purpose?

“I don’t mean to be,” you protest. The feeling of him being so close, his musk practically surrounding you has your head feeling fuzzy and your body heating up. He has to be doing it on purpose. 

His lips brush against the shell of your ear and you can feel his smile. It makes your heart beat faster and the man has the audacity to place his hand over your heart. “You’re nervous,” he points out. 

“A little.”

“It’s cute.”

You’ve been called many things in life, but cute has not been one of them since you’d been a boy. And it sends a shiver down your spine. “Thank you..?” You say with a little awkward laugh. 

Connor hums again and you think he’s finally going to let you go. He doesn’t. The hand that’s not wrapped around you covers your eyes. Your body tenses on instinct with the hindrance of your sight. 

“Do you trust me?” Connor asks quietly.

“I do.” You’re almost surprised by how quickly you say it. Almost.

Lips brush against your cheek and you let out a shaky exhale. Your knees grow weak and you’re positive if Connor hadn’t been holding you, you would’ve collapsed. 

“You’re shaking,” Connor murmurs against your cheek. “Relax.”

Relax!? Like this!? With his body pressed against yours, his lips teasing your skin, hand covering your eyes.. That was a lot to ask. 

Still, you try. A shaky exhale and a deep breath in. “Good,” you hear Connor praise quietly. Your heart jumps in your chest with it. That felt nice. 

You let the breath out and, with it, try to force yourself to relax in Connor’s arms. God, you’re in Connor’s arms! You’re finally in his arms. 

A shiver runs down your spine as Connor’s lips press against the skin behind your ear. You take another deep breath and that’s when Connor starts leading you somewhere. Where? Hell if you knew. But you trust Connor, so you don’t question it.

After what feels like hours of walking, Connor finally stops you. He sits you down on something soft. Sand. You can feel it. 

Then, he sits down behind you, pulling you against his chest before finally pulling his hand away. 

He’s brought you to a beach. A gorgeous one at that.

There’s cliffs on either side of you, both lined with trees and their stunning leaves and the water laps gently at the sand a few feet in front of you. The sun is setting, the light reflecting off the water in a stunning show of reds and yellows. 

You glance back at Connor and find him already looking at you, the smallest smile on his handsome face. “Do you like it?” He asks you softly. 

You smile back at him. “I do. It’s lovely,” you respond, matching Connor’s tone as you return your eyes to the scenery. He tilts his head to the side a little before pulling you closer to him. Connor wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder when you relax back against him. 

“I find myself drawn to you,” Connor murmurs softly in your ear. His words bring a fresh wave of heat to your face. He felt the same way.

After a short bit of stuttering, you finally find your voice again. “And I to you.”

A warm chuckle fills the air between you and it brings that familiar feeling of butterflies to your tummy. How you loved the sound of his laugh. “Mayhaps we could spend more time together then?” Connor suggests. He gives you a gentle squeeze that makes you feel oh so safe.

“I would enjoy that.” You’d more than enjoy that. You feel so light, so happy, your body buzzing with a euphoria you’ve not before felt. It’s amazing. 

“Perfect.” You feel a gentle press of lips to your cheek and let out a soft laugh of your own. Who would’ve guessed that Connor was a soft lover. You turn your head to return the kiss with one of your own, letting them brush across Connor’s cheek before pressing against the skin. He’s warm. He’s perfect.

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Is it just me, or.....