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lookotherway · 2 years

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Only heroes have the license to use their quirks in public like that’s a big reason why the MLA were still kicking.

not sure you mean it good or bad, but like there is a reason for the prohibition of public using quirk. how do i even start to explain this without making a mess 😵

in mha, there is no limitation for 'quirk', for what and how quirk can be and will be. there's no barrier, no system, no textbook power. you can imagine something, stupid or magnificent, and there definitely will be someone in the world has or had that. and even your imagination will be limited of how quirks could turn out. that's the first thing, because there's no solid scale to reckon how great a quirk will be, there is no way to reckon how terrible a quirk will be.

the second thing is, mha world isn't a world that started with superpowers. it is a world that started out as a normal world and evolved into phenomenon world. it means the base of civilization was built up for a normal civilization, not for a paranormal civilization. i will take example so it could be easier to understand:

take it as the gigantic quirk. the roads and map of buildings were set since the quirkless era for normal people, even though it has been improving again and again for the existence of mutant, it still kept the main design for average human size. do you think it should be rebuild to fit someone as big as the gigantic in PLA, or someone like mt. lady, just because they are free to use their quirks aka become too big for the city? how will they hold the responsibility? if they destroyed some buildings is it their fault for using their quirks wrong or is it the society's fault for not building some bigger roads?

what about quirk like overhaul's? when he disassembles then reassembles a person, are we going to count it as a killing action or a treating action? is he going to hold the responsibility of assaulting people, or is the government going to hold the responsibility because they let him use it freely? are the people who voted for free use of quirk going to hold the responsibility, or they will just push it to the government?

or toga. her quirk requires drinking blood to active. so if she attacks people and drinks their blood, how are we gonna handle this case? yeah sure, there is law that prohibit you to attack people with your quirk. but her quirk requires drinking blood to active. if we prohibit her to drink people's blood isn't that just we taking away her human right? her free quirk using right?

it will be a horrible legal nightmare to regulate quirks if everyone's free to do whatever fuck they want. it will be a century pain if you want to... pull the entire based civilization down and rebuild it so everyone can be free.

and another thing is, leading a whole nation isn't a game. stabilizing a nation and society isn't a game that one can simply put on a bet that sure people will behave and comply with the law if we allow them to use quirks freely. no. human's heart is ugly no matter what kind of evolution they've gone through. the government simply cannot bet the entire peace and order of the society on... the society itself.

it's not about 'they prohibit me from using my own quirk freely'. it is about you have yet to prove them that they can have faith on you. that's literally how heroes start out. the society isn't just you. it is everyone, so it can't be 'everyone can be whatever fuck they want', it has to be 'everyone are equal therefore everyone are treated the same unless they prove their ability'. a clock can't work if each of its cog wants to wheel its own direction.

#ask #bnha #world-building is sooooo a headache #regulating quirks with everyone is prohibited to public flaunting quirks is way easier #why am i doing this #i'm supposed to simp endeavor not talking about mha world-build #can you see it-kun #like it would be easier if it's earth fire water wind #and light and darkness #but nooo it's hey i can control the while line on the road #hey i can drink your blood and become you #hey i can turn stuff into robot and control them #hey i can unlimited mutiply #hey i can control my feathers and they can become blade #hey i can brainwash you #hey i can copy everything above #hell the headache

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dandelion-roots · 5 days

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couldn't get it past your lips, could you? (aka the moment in the scene I knew pok was lying)

[ID: First image: a black and white digital drawing of pok gukgak sitting tied to a chair and bleeding from several wounds. we see him from the back. in front of him are two goblinoid but large demons saying, is there nothing you miss? do you regret dying? do you regret not seeing the life of your son? Second image: a sepia picture of a tiny riz sitting on pok's lap as seen from pok's perspective. pok is gently caressing riz's soft cheek with the back of his index finger. with his other hand, this one with a wedding ring on it, he's holding a big picture book that depicts a dog sherlock holmes. riz is grinning and excitedly pointing at the drawing with one hand while his other holds his dad's wrist to get his attention. outside the memory, pok is saying, i don't- i don't miss- and the words cut off. Third image: the drawing is again black and white. pok is back in the reality of being tied to a chair. he's staring forward with a blank expression, face battered, and saying, i don't know what to tell you. there are tears in the corners of his eyes. End ID]

#pok gukgak #riz gukgak #fantasy high sophomore year #fhsy #fantasy high #this has been living in my head for weeks and weeks #truly self indulgent as all should be #couldnt rly decide whether or not to make the first and third red but decided to leave it as is #i get a headache from red flashing back and forth #just imagine its there #fhsy spoilers #dan draws #that baby riz is immediately becoming my discord pfp see you all in angst and pain hell

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yudol-skorbi · 7 days

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sketches i probably won't ever finish but still love

#critical role #sketch #fanart #vox machina #the mighty nein #fearne calloway #essek thelyss #grog strongjaw #percival de rolo #vex'ahlia #vax'ildan #scanlan shorthalt #taryon darrington #mollymauk tealeaf #i love romance #i vish i could fucking draw it #and not feel embarrassed as HELL #the fearne one have really extensive dress that gave me headache and i just gave up on it #like a weakling i am

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eyeofthenewt1 · 1 year

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chronic pain

#ashton greymoore #critical role fanart #bells hells #gesture drawing #Ashton having real visible cracks coming from his head and chronic pain can actually be something so dear to me #-a person with chronic headaches and migraines who also feels like their skull is a brittle stone being picked at with hammer and chisel #Is Ash gonna become my my new projection blorbo like Caleb was a couple years back? Tune in next time to see..#Would make sense honestly tho cause trauma was my biggest issue back then and chronic pain is now so....#annathenewt art #my art #critrole

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spitinsideme · 1 month

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demon ragatha trying to seduce nun pomni (the first tine ever esrly on in their relationship)

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willowwee · 12 days

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Albus' Favorite: Payment

Ramble: Out of all the moments during BvZ 4, this one got me💀💀 I was planning to finish this few days ago but I was emotionally busy with personal stuff and I needed to thug it out w my friends and family atm BUT NOW I HAVE ALOT OF FREE TIME‼️‼️ I was also planning to draw faithful x albus but im still planning on the background 💀 so enjoy this for a moment and maybe some doodles next if I still haven't figured out what to draw next

Edit: also the head is Vilgrey🔥🔥

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dustykneed · 5 months

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i saw a post that was like "the reason bones is always frowning is bc whenever he smiles, everyone in a 3 mile radius falls madly in love w him" and i think that is so true tbh

(anyways bonus spones scribble. ur welcome:

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emosyzoth · 1 year

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magolor epilogue fan art

#kirby #magolor #only real ones will understand (my head hjurgts)#kirbys return to dreamland deluxe #going to hell wasnt even the true punishment it was suffering the worst headaches ever for the rest of his life #myart

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sivsii · 7 months

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cropped color-edited version of an old imogen piece

#critical role #bells hells #imogen temult #critical role fanart #eye strain cw #eye strain #my love of intense eye-strain colors vs my propensity for strain-induced headaches FIGHT #anyway I still rlly like this one a lot #She brooding

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dangans-ur-ronpas · 1 month

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just think itd be funny if they met irl

#thpff #byakuya togami #happy birthday byakuya btw #dont have time for anything polished so uhhhh old doodle go #thp byakuya: this is what i should be. this is what was taken from me. all it took was one loss and i have become a shell of myself.#canon byakuya: what the hell is your problem #thp byakuya doesnt look exactly like this at the current point in the fic (around chap 20) but! who knows! he might soon :)))))#love taking my fave chars and locking them in a washing machine! love putting them through stress and trauma!!#canon byakuya havng his ghost of christmas present moment. get dickens'd idiot #i will never draw the other eye #thp byakuya isn't eating as much bc of repeat headaches/nausea from his vision hence the weight loss #also has been losing motivation to keep himself looking as cleaned up as he normally i.e: he fucked up shaving so he gave up #is generally a lot more paranoid and untrusting of his surroundings. he just has a lot going on #soooo much fun drawing him fucked up and shaken i think it should happen more often tbh #my arts

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creepy-can · 8 months

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Tell Jeff I think he's cute

Extra: OG sketch I made for Jeff but scrapped because he looked older than intended.

#jeff the killer #ben drowned #yef tequila #ticci toby #creepypasta #creepypasta askblog #I'm going to sleep™ now #I have one hell of a headache #uuuugghhhhhh

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aimasup · 1 month

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throws up my hands in mock resignation but also a hint of frustration Okay Valentino is a cool villain I guess

He's like. Genuinely unsettling. Wish the show struck a better balance with his character sometimes (like sometimes when he's onscreen I have to skip over because I feel queasy and sometimes he's so unsubtle he feels more like a prop than a guy who's going to be a Huge Deal in s2)

#why yes I have been reading some phenomenal fanfiction lately #a lesser me would be agonising over my inability to ever come close to matching the #masterfully characterised works of these talented WORD WEAVERS #but envy is a spoilt housepest and we must spend less time unleashing it upon new targets #instead let's talk about how these fics discovered its possible??#to write Val as not only a 3dimensional character but a deeply horrifying person to WITNESS #to depict how he thinks and what he wants and what he contributes to the people around him #while acknowledging that his actions are supremely messed up #also without dumbing whatever the fuck is wrong with him down to just 'can't do math and needs a sippycup'#those jokes are funny but he's also a dealmaker #he doesn't need to be studied under a microscope! he needs to be gawked at in abject horror! Oh the Potential!#he needs to tell us more about how depraved hell can be by linking us to a portion of the culture full of the dead who cannot die!#anyways. rant over. uh I think I like valentino now? in the same way I like the old man villain from hunchback of notre dame.#just. (gestures) what is this dude. ew. oh my god #my post #personal stuff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #is this anything #again I am entrenching on dangerous territory of 'expectations for this media I consume'#he really doesn't need to be written all shakespearean-like #too attached mayhaps #delete later #honestly worried that if the show does reveal his backstory or whatever it'll try to paint him in a sympathetic light #and then the online arguments will be a headache for a month #villain with tragic backstory ≠ sympathetic villain

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triptuckers · 8 months

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working from home - spencer reid

Request: nope Pairing: spencer reid x reader Summary: spencer works from home to take care of you when you're sick Warnings: mentions of sickness Word count: 841 A/N: in honour of me getting covid in OCTOBER 2023 (the sheer AUDACITY of this bitch) and feeling Like Shit, here's a fluffy spencer fic

you rarely got sick and when you did, it usually wasn't that bad. as a result, you almost never call in sick. most of the times, you just take a few painkillers and head to work anyway.

this time, it was actually spencer who called in sick on your behalf.

you hadn't eaten a lot of dinner, assuring spencer it wasn't his fault. that the food was delicious, but you just weren't that hungry. spencer, being the sweet boyfriend that he is, immediately got worried. you told him you were okay, that you probably just needed some sleep.

the next morning the two of you got a call from emily, telling you there was a case. while spencer was talking to emily on the phone, he tried to nudge you awake. but when he hung up, you were still fast asleep.

spencer rolled over and nudged you again, a little harder this time. then he noticed you were radiating warmth. after laying the back of his hand on your forehead, he was quick to conclude you had a fever, so he decided to let you sleep.

he called emily, who agreed to let you stay at home. spencer would assist the team in any way he could from home, while they flew to seattle to solve the case.

after a couple of hours, spencer hears movement coming from the bedroom. he looks up from his desk to see you shuffling into the room, still in your pyjamas and your eyes half-closed.

'hi sweetheart.' he says.

'hi.' you say, walking over to where he's sitting.

you take a look at the papers scattered on the desk and frown.

'what's this all about?' you say.

'oh, it's the case we're working on.' says spencer, reaching out to loosely wrap his arm around your waist.

'we have a case? why are we still at home then?' you say.

'because you're sick. so we're staying home.'

'what? no, I can work. I'll just get some tea and a painkiller. give me a few minutes while I take a shower.'

you start to walk toward the bathroom but spencer pulls you back.

'y/n, you're sick. you have a fever. I know you don't like cancelling on work, but you need to rest. you'll only make it worse if you exhaust yourself.' says spencer.

'but I want to help them.' you say.

'you'll help them on the next case. when you feel better.'

'wait. if I'm sick, how come you're also at home? shouldn't you be with the team?'

'I already took care of it with emily. I'm staying home to take care of you.'

'spencer! you know you don't have to do that.'

'we've talked about this, y/n. it's what we do for each other. I can help the team just fine from here. now, are you hungry?'

you shrug. 'not really.'

'how are you feeling? nauseous? sore throat? I know you have a fever, that's for sure.' says spencer.

'a headache. and yeah, sore throat. I just feel like shit.' you say.

'why don't you go back to bed, and I'll get you some tea and painkillers?'

for a moment, you want to protest, but then you agree. spencer is right. as much as you want to help the team, you have a fever and you need to rest.

'alright.' you say, heading back to the bedroom.

spencer takes his time to make your tea just how you like it. by the time he brings it to you, you're already asleep. even though he can feel you still have a fever, you're shivering from the cold. he pushes the blanket down a bit to cool you down, and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

just as he walks back to his desk, his phone starts to buzz. the screen lights up, telling him it's emily who is calling. he briefly glances back at your sleeping figure in bed before picking up.

'hi emily, what's up?'

'hey reid, how's y/n?'

'taking a nap for now, but she's so cold she's shivering in her sleep even though she still has a fever. she really got it bad. I think it's only a matter of time before I get sick as well.'

'well, give her our love, will you?'

'will do. any updates on the case?'

'that's actually why I'm calling you. we found some quotes on a piece of paper, looks like poetry or a book. we were hoping you would recognise it.'

'send it over, I'll have a look.'

'will do, talk to you later.'

'bye.'

spencer hangs up and gets up from his seat behind his desk. he walks over to the bed. you’re fast asleep, but still shivering a bit.

'get some rest, sweetheart, you deserve it.' he whispers to you, even though he knows you most likely won't hear him.

but as he walks away, he hears you. very softly, you thank him.

spencer smiles and walks to his desk to take a look at the quotes emily sent over.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit

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chemblrish · 2 months

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1 April 2024

Welp, my faculty's organic chemists have officially lost it and it unfortunately isn't just a joke. I'm only now realizing the amount of material for the upcoming test (test!!!) could easily make up a whole exam. Not sure how I'm supposed to retain it all in like a week (with classes and other uni work in between???) and rn the situation is tragic. Screaming crying etc. How am I not to hate ochem when this course is sheer chaos run by what seems to be three mischievous racoons in disguise? 😭

#nervous headache incoming #honestly it's just a *test*#why the hell does it cover everything from alkanes to carboxylic acid derivatives??#that's nearly all of ochem??#🥲🥲🥲#mine #studyblr #chemblr #chemistry #sciblr #stemblr #op

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smajor-daily · 2 months

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I drew scott and @daily-ethoslab 's etho in Headache Hell, because we both have headaches rn yippeee

#daily smajor #scott smajor #scott smajor fanart #smajor fanart #ethoslab #etho fanart #mod crow #headache hell™#<probably going to be a recurring character in the smajorverse #go drink some water

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teecupangel · 4 months

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Once upon a meadow, in the heart of the Enchanted Forest, lived a curious rabbit and a vibrant blue bird. The rabbit was known for his insatiable appetite for stories, while the bird had a talent for composing beautiful songs. One day, they discovered an ancient oak tree with a magical mailbox that promised to deliver letters to any faraway places.

Excitement sparkled in the rabbits eyes as he hopped around the bird. "Let's write many letters to put in it! Imagine the tales and tunes we could share!"

The bird, with a melodious chirp, agreed, and they began crafting heartfelt letters under the rustling leaves of the old oak tree. The rabbit added his whimsical anecdotes, and the bird penned verses that echoed through the enchanted meadow.

They wrote as much as they can and placed it in the mailbox hoping anyone could stumble upon some of the letters. Some were replied sooner, others took time but one specific letter was found by a courier and in haste did he went to deliver it.

Inside it says: "Desmond turns into a lamb. You could do whatever you want I just want to see Desmond as a lamb because symbolism lmao."

At the age of fourteen, the recruits of the Brotherhood were required to present a kill to the mentor. It could be any kind of animal but the Brotherhood preferred it to be some kind of animal that can be cooked and shared to everyone.

It was a way to prepare them to the inevitable time that they must take the life of another.

Their kill must always be in the presence of an Assassin of Master rank or higher. Someone who can provide guidance and protection for unforeseen circumstances.

They would usually be someone connected to the recruit, the one who found them or a blood relative.

Altaïr had neither.

Had his father been alive, he would have been the one to guide Altaïr.

Al Mualim, who had taken over Umar’s duties since Altaïr was eleven, could not do it. It would have been seen as something more in the eyes of many Assassins.

So the duty befell Faheem Al-Sayf as one of the few remaining Assassins to have known Umar Ibn-La'Ahad back in Alamut that was still of good body necessary for this tradition.

Tomorrow, he would do the same for his oldest son.

Faheem had never interacted with the young Ibn-La'Ahad. Those blindly loyal eyes trained at Al Mualim reminded him too much of Umar, making his mind annoyed and his heart ached in equal measure.

It was a travesty for him to be in charge of the young boy’s first kill. He and Umar had opinions and they were, for most part, on opposite sides. What their brothers call friendship was build on mutual annoyance and the stubborn desire to win against their opponent’s opinions.

Umar had been closer to Ahmad, the man who dogged at Umar’s every step.

But both of them were dead.

And it was small mercies that Ahmad’s boy would be guided by another than Faheem due to scheduling conflicts.

Still…

Faheem could feel a headache coming.

He knew something was wrong the moment they exited Masyaf and went to a nearby woods to hunt, only for a lamb of pure white color to come tumbling out of the bushes and run towards Altaïr, letting out sweet sounds as if trying to talk to the boy.

The boy had froze for a moment and locked eyes with the lamb before he began to pet the animal, slowly at first, seemingly in a trance or just plain confuse by what was happening.

When Faheem said that they were lucky and ordered Altaïr to make it quick and painless, both the boy and the lamb turned towards him with wide eyes.

Faheem felt like he was the villain all of a sudden.

“Altaïr…” Faheem rubbed his face before letting out a sigh.

If it was Malik, he would have told the boy to remember his mission and he knew his son would do it.

If it was Kadar, he would have done the same and his youngest would do it as well with tears streaming down his face, apologizing over and over again.

They would both get over it quickly enough.

But he didn’t know about Altaïr.

All he heard about Altaïr was that he was the best of the recruits and never complained over anything, no matter how hard or unfair training becomes.

But he also saw the way the boy’s face softened and the small smile he gave when he started to pet the lamb.

A bleeding heart was nothing but a weakness in the eyes of the Brotherhood and their master.

It might be harsh but Faheem needed to curb such a weakness before it leads to Altaïr’s downfall.

“Altaïr…” Faheem knew it was not his place to say such things. For a moment, he wished he could curse Umar for accepting his death so easily, “You must throw away what feelings you have for that animal. You cannot afford to be weak.”

Altaïr’s hands trembled before they gripped the lamb’s neck. The lamb stared at him with eyes that made Faheem uncomfortable.

There was intelligence in those eyes.

And understanding.

The lamb shook Altaïr’s hands off and bumped his head against the bow strapped on Altaïr’s back.

A quick death.

Was… was the lamb asking for a quick death?

Faheem stared at the lamb and realized…

Why was it alone?

Why did it approach them?

No.

Why did it approach Altaïr?

Faheem watched as the lamb walked away from them, turning around and letting out a sound towards Altaïr as if…

“Altaïr, wait!” Faheem ordered as Altaïr followed the lamb but the boy did not listen.

The lamb began to run and Altaïr chased after it.

Faheem chased them but the woods seemed to be against him for some reason.

No.

Altaïr was following the lamb’s steps better than him as it led them to the more dense part of the woods.

By the time he caught up to them, he froze when he realized that the lamb had led them to the claws of a wild bear.

There had been sightings of it from worried villagers and the Brotherhood had guessed that bandits had captured it from somewhere but had either left it or they had grown too greedy and the bear managed to escape.

“Altaïr!” Faheem shouted as he ran towards the boy who held the bow in his hands.

Faheem stopped when he noticed the determined expression on the boy’s face as he nocked an arrow.

The lamb was running in circles…

No.

It was bait.

The bear was chasing it and it knew it.

Altaïr fired one arrow, hitting the bear in the eye. He quickly fired another arrow, striking the bear between the eyes.

Altaïr didn’t falter nor slow down, striking the bear on the face with all the arrows he had.

The bear fell on the ground with a loud thump before Altaïr could fire his third to the last arrow.

The lamb slowly made its way towards the bear and tapped its head with a hoof before jumping back quickly. When it didn’t move, the lamb ran towards Altaïr and let out a loud energetic sound.

Altaïr returned the bow to his back before petting the lamb’s head as he said, “The Brotherhood do not accept unnecessary deaths.”

Altaïr turned to stare at Faheem and, for a moment, Faheem saw Umar’s face.

The same annoying face of that idiot who believed in the drivel he was saying with such faith that he would defend it to the bitter end.

“If caring for this one means I am weak…” Altaïr’s determination and stubbornness were clear in his face as he said, “Then I just have to become stronger than anyone else.”

“Strong enough to be weak just this once.”

That wasn’t how it goes.

Faheem knew he should say it but…

Instead, he sighed.

“Protecting the innocents is part of our duty as an Assassin.” Faheem said instead as he rubbed his face.

Ah.

He was getting the same headache he always had when he was dealing with Umar.

How annoying.

He turned around as he said, “It’s your kill so you drag it back to Masyaf.”

The sound that came from the sheep sounded a bit like a thank you.

Faheem shook his head.

He was thinking too hard about this.

If the boy wanted to have a pet lamb…

Faheem wasn’t anything to the boy. He had no say in this.

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad would have to take care of this himself.

= For those interested in the alchemist that sometimes appears in this tumblr =

“I… I don’t think we’re allowed to deliver any kind of living creature.” The courier said as he looked at the big innocent eyes looking up to him.

“It’s not a real creature.” The alchemist said absentmindedly, seemingly looking for something inside that huge container that was even bigger in the inside, “It’s a golem. Pretty much just clay imitating life.”

“Well this ‘clay imitating life’ looks and acts like a lamb.” The courier countered, “So unless you make the proper arrangement mandatory for shipping live creatures which includes enough food to cover the longest estimate for the entire delivery trip, a cage large enough for the creature to walk around a bit and-”

The alchemist let out a long suffering sigh and went towards the nearby table. They picked up some kind of long ribbon and a piece of paper, quickly writing something in it before walking towards the lamb.

The courier watched in horror, eyes widening and mouth gaping, as the alchemist just… struck their entire arm into the lamb. The lamb didn’t make any noise but there was some kind of squelching sound that made the courier want to gag. The alchemist pulled their arm out and the lamb froze, eyes glazing into nothingness. The alchemist shook their clay-covered hand before covering what seemed to be some kind of wooden trinket in the rough shape of a four-legged creature in their hand with the paper they wrote. Afterwards, they used the ribbon to secure both the paper and the trinket before tying it around the lamb’s neck.

“There.” The alchemist patted the lamb’s head and walked back to the container as they said, “Now it’s just a normal clay statue.”

It looked more like a taxidermy but… the courier wasn’t going to say anything more. He simply sighed and took the… statue… while saying, “I’ll place the order slip on the table before leaving.”

The alchemist simply waved a hand instead of answering him.

He sighed once more.

Thank the stars this was his last stop for today.

#i have nothing #i just this is more like #desmond becomes a pet lamb???#yeah desmond was strafing the hell out of that bear #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #faheem al sayf #faheem's headaches thy name is ibn-la'ahad #ask and answer #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot

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