#...and it's the feeling of knowing that humans across millenia aren't THAT different

[uncanny-tranny]

If I'm honest, the whole "love in every stitch" saying for fiber artists does not apply to me, like. I'm trying to get this fucking hook into stubborn yarn and I'll be stabbing it like it owed me money. Is that love because I hope not 😭💀

#art #crochet #honestly the closest thing i feel to love when crocheting is this feeling that this is bigger than me if that makes sense... #...i think it'sthe feeling of knowing how old the craft itself is and knowing that millions of people have done the same as you... #...millions of people have stabbed their crochet hook into the yarn because it's stubborn but so are you... #...millions of people in the past have sat and devoted their time and effort into all of this... #...millions of people have passed on this knowledge and kept this thing alive... #...and it's the feeling of knowing that humans across millenia aren't THAT different #to our core we are more or less similar - across the ages across the colours across everything. that really comforts and humbles me #have you looked up ancient textiles? because that also sparks these emotions in me #it makes me think about the tupes of people to make the textile but also about who wore it #and so many of them are still beautiful and colourful and it shows you SO MUCH about the people who made them #even the ones that are tattered and faded and stripped of colour still feel beautiful... #...because it has SURVIVED. it is evidence of a people who made it and a people who had technical skills #and THIS is why i HATE HATE HATE the idea that ancient people were just 'dumb' and 'uneducated' #that is so unfair to them and cruel and just. wrong. (and often it reeks of white supremacy) #i'm sorry i rant and rave about this so much but i canNOT be normal about this. i can't be normal about humanity #i am learning to love humanity and learn about us and learn everything and it'll never be enough - i will never know enough #i will never know everything about everybody and it will be the death of me #okay the only thing i liked about the greatest showman movie was Never Enough because that is me thinking about all this

[teecupangel]

Okay but for POE eating Desmond

sort of an au of an au

what if, completely scrap the solar flare story. There was no solar flare for the Isu, and there's no solar flare coming for humanity.

Instead, the war between humans and Isu had a much more vicious end--namely, weapons of mass destruction ended up getting unleashed. The Isu are fairly universal in saying it was humans who did it, who got ahold of Isu technology they didn't understand and weren't responsible with. Some modern humans aren't sure they believe that, but, well. It's hard to argue with people millenia dead over an even seventy five thousand years ago.

Regardless. The Isu who survived the extinction event were eager to prevent another. Some of them hunted down and destroyed their technology, thinking humans shouldn't have access to things so powerful. Some humans destroyed the items as well, for very different reasons.

Some sought out the tech and hid it away, not able to stomach destroying their legacy.

There were as many thoughts on what should be done as their were people aware of the situation. But one person had the vision to look to the future.

Minerva knew that regardless of what people scrambled to do now, the remnants of their technology, tools of subjugation and war, would linger. There would be the things hidden away, the things forgotten--there might even be new things created, plans of manufacture discovered and carried out. Even now, other Isu somewhere in the world might be making more items capable of tapping into the limitless potential of the Grey. If she wants to make sure no one falls to the same hubris, she can't meet this moment, but must meet a future one.

And so she does not destroy, but designs a Destroyer. She tells Tinia and Juno of her plans, recruits their help. Juno is especially helpful, having worked on gene alteration experiments with her husband. She through herself into the project wholeheartedly.

But her motives were less than pure. She only pretended to agree with Minerva's vision. But rather than design a Destroyer of Isu technology, she aimed to create a battery filled with power, that she alone could draw on. Her experiments to prolong her and her husband's lives had resulted in his death. But with her own personal battery, she could extend her life for tens of thousands of years.

It was nearly too late, when Minerva discovered her treachery. There wasn't much time left in her natural lifespan, and without Juno's help, they wouldn't be able to create what they wanted in a mere handful of generations. She would need to do things the long way.

With Tinia's meticulous attention to detail and her extensive calculations, they set in motion a series of dominoes that will not reach their finale for seventy-five thousand years.

In that time, some wires get crossed. Echoes of Juno linger, scraping and clawing for power. A ghost in a network of dead technology pushing humans to find it, use it, move the pieces into place on the board. Does the intelligence behind this remember it was alive once? Does it know what it's trying to do? Is it anything more than malice and desperation, twitches of thought sparking across the grey?

Whether or not it has intent, there are cascades of effects. Artifacts discovered, fought over, used, hidden.

And eventually, Desmond Miles is born. A tool foretold, a tool what remains of Juno still thinks she might be able to wield.

A tool the Brotherhood feels like they have been holding their breath for. They sense, on some level, that he is a culmination, a long awaited event.

(Is it their fault they assume what they've been waiting for will give them power? Who drawn into a war doesn't long for a weapon?)

They train him as a fighter. Train him too hard, perhaps, but he returns, so the fault clearly wasn't theirs.

And when they give him what he was destined to hold, the most sought after prize in their history and wait with wide eyes to see him embody what they were always meant to be--

he fucking. He eats it. He eats the fuckim apple he eats it just takes a bite right out of it he eats the apple

what the fuck

In a world where the Isu-Human war came to a bloody conclusion, it would probably mean that the world this Desmond Miles would be born in would be a world filled with the ghosts of the past clinging to the present.

Not just the ghost of an Isu heralded by some as a goddess who wished to protect the world and a selfish megalomaniac wishing to control the world by some but other aspects of the lives in that world would be changed.

Religion, for once, would be different, especially if one was to consider how many more Isus would have been alive for so much longer without a Solar Flare to wipe most Isus and humans out.

Monarchies and rulers base their right to rule on the percentage of Isu blood they contain, of certain family heirlooms that may or may not be able to bend the minds of humans to their will.

And so the Brotherhood is formed by the desire of mankind to be free. To be free of the ghosts of the Isu-Human wars, free of the control the Isus’ descendants wish to impose upon the world.

While the Templars… the Templars uphold what is meant to be the ‘natural order’ of things, working with the Isus’ descendants to bring order in this chaotic world.

There are descendants of Isus who join the Brotherhood, of course, and they are the ones who start the whispers of the ‘chosen one’. Of the one that will finally end the neverending war between their two factions that still continues to this day in the shadows?

Perhaps one of them, said to bear the blood of Minerva herself in his veins even as he is known more as a son of no one, would be the start.

Perhaps it is the one heralded as the prophet who would push for this fateful day to come, distant as it may be from his time.

All that matters was that Desmond Miles was born and raised from both of their bloodlines.

Yet that day, all Desmond Miles could think about was…

How this was meant to be his 26th birthday.

And he was really looking forward to eating a cake all on his own.

So when they presented to him the most treasured artifact of the Brotherhood, said to have been used by Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad himself (although others say it was Ezio Auditore who had used it and the one that Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad had used had long been lost…)…

He just thought.

Damn.

This looks yummy.

(The'Desmond Eats His Problems Away' idea that started this XD)

#if the war still raged on for many years #then most probably #the isus would have survived and #done the ‘we need to keep the bloodline pure’ thing #so in this world #there would be people with higher percentage of isu genes #hell #rumors that there are still pure isus out there would also persist #maybe altaïr could have been an isu as well #maaayybbeee #desmond eats his problems away #sorta #ask and answer