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auroramoon-draws16 · 3 months
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Bro
Assassin’s Creed x Star Wars (again)
I can’t stop imagining Desmond running a bar somewhere, that doubles as an Assassin Bureau, and having some Star Wars character(s) walk in.
Mando (Din), Obi-Wan, Anakin, the clones, the rebels, anybody
Just- they walk in, they ask him for some info or a drink, some bitches square up (a target or a gang or something) a fight breaks out and Des is like “can you guys take this outside? That’s gonna be hell to repair” and they keep fighting, so he sighs, walks around the counter and drags them out himself.
Alternatively, he ends the fight in a couple of seconds, no issue.
Another scenario:
Desmond is hunting down a target, and it’s someone the Jedi are either arresting or escorting or guarding, so Des is just “damn, okay” and takes out the target before disappearing without anyone seeing his face (helmet/mask thing with the hood ofc)
(Also for the horny folks: Desmond sleeps with a character, because yes, in an alley, over the counter, clenching the sheets, wherever and however you want. My first thought is an Obi-Wan one-night-stand, because it’s mf Kenobi, but you can pick whoever you want)
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words can never fully describe the immense relief in being able to send a cis man out into the world to do a task for me and not have to give him extremely detailed instructions to make sure the task is done correctly.
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xxkingrayxx · 1 year
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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈
The golden sun warm against your cheek as the creek rushes next to you. You sit with him in the tall grass on the bank, the air smelling of mud and clear, clean water. He holds you against him as if he holds something precious, the secret to life, the world. Your thoughts flow like music, like the creek next to you, clear and smooth and content. You are safe and clean and good, and suddenly so is the world. He has made it so. Holding you up so that you may see the beauty of the clouds, rubbing salve over your burns and fixing your glasses through which you see the world. Sweet like honeycomb, soothing your aching throat and mind, he is your medicine. And as he holds you next to the creek, under the golden sun and sapphire sky, the world doesn't seem so large. It seems like him.
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skelegenie · 8 days
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Random list of shit I want:
1. Keyboard (the Yamaha 61 key version with all the instruments so I can compose some shit)
2. A saxophone (for the lols)
3. A treadmill, even though I have absolutely nowhere to put it
4. To get rid of all my unnecessary crap? I feel like one of the junk people from Labyrinth
5. A romantic interest, a partner in crime, a kind of "I will love you till the end of time"
Holy shit, that was a rhyme ^
That too ^
Nevermind 😉
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candlelitutopia · 1 month
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How much do I need to pay a tennisblr girlie to start doing audio live commentary for matches? I can only take so much of my local comms chatting shit.
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i think that if a hot girl sat on my face for like an hour itd fix me
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firestrike004 · 1 year
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TW: suicide. Do not read if these this is triggering
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He ran inside the house, heaving, the tears in his eyes threatening to fall. He knew something was wrong the whole day, why didn't he come to check up on you earlier!? The feeling of something bad happening, has laid heavy in the bottom of is stomach since this morning. It wasn't untill he found the letter hidden in his clothes, that he understood what the feeling was.
He storms up the stairs, straight to the bathroom, knocking hard on the door. "Open the door!" He screams, the tears now freely glowing down his cheeks. He yells your name, "open the door, now!". One hand still knocking on the door, while the other is on the handle, fastly shaking it up and down, desperately trying to open the door. "Open now! Or I'm breaking the door down!" He yells again, "You've got three seconds!".
One, he stops knocking and let's go of the door handle.
Two, he steps back and gets ready to run at the door.
Three, he sprits at the door, not even noticing the pain in the shoulder as he halts for a second seeing your body sitting on the floor leaning on the toilet. He takes in how one of your hands are resting in your lap, while the other is touching the floor, holding a pill bottle. Some pills still in the bottle, some on the ground beside the other empty bottle laying on the floor. It clicks in hos head that you must have overdosed on the pills descripted to you for your depression.
All he can think about is you surviving. Only hearing his own heart beat erratically in his chest and peeping in his ears. Dropping down to his knees beside you, placing his hand on your neck to check your heartbeat, finding one, but only faintly. He moves one arm under your knees and one on your back to pick you up. He almost falls as he stands, because of nausea and dizziness. In a blur he is out the door with you held tightly in his arms, on his way to the healers.
Hoping, wishing, desperately for you to survive. He does not want to lose you and he certainly does not plan to.
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glittermutt · 6 months
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girls in skirts and jockstraps (you can see the bulge from under the skirt) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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sinnerista · 7 months
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Kinda like sleeveless shirts on tennis players for absolutely no reason really cuz I don’t like arms muscles at all really I’m totally impartial to a person flexing their biceps and deltoids? Don’t let me start on those
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klonoadreams · 7 months
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Anyways more Mako stuff, because I still think its funny, but Mako for a good chunk of time finding ways to fucking usurp Luffy in highest Straw Hat bounty.
Sorry Luffy, they just think she's more dangerous because she knows too much.
But don't worry, your bounty at the end of the day will surpass her. Lmaooo
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salfishersimp2 · 8 months
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I'm usually a very anxious person, but i still can tell the difference when its my own anxiety telling me something and playing tricks and when i can feel people judging me, and believe me, it is not a nice feeling
It's warm, but not the warm you get when you have lovely feelings about something nice, its the warm of a raging fever thats bubbling and burning everything on its way, starting in the very middle of your own chest and spreading like poison, and it's worse when the one judging you is a friend, a friend that was meant to be someone you can trust, someone who would tell you when you fuck up, not someone who will judge you from a distance
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selescope · 9 months
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you want to listen to the 2003 broadway cast recording of little shop of horrors 🌀🌀🌀🌀
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queerbaitesque · 11 months
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cannot catch a fucking break im about to kill someone
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simplyashrub · 1 year
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The genderless urge to wear a comically oversized hoodie in 30°C heat
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maginxlia · 1 year
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Weekly ‘I want a Beefy Man to manhandle my body and pound all my ambitions out me Via my kitty’ post
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emotional-simp · 2 years
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If you guys would like you can request characters for me to draw! I'm a bit bored rn so go ahead if you want to. ♡
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