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therowdymagpie · 21 days
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Guess who's route I've replaying again after a hot minute
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crispyjenkins · 9 months
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Assassin's Creed fic 👀 I am always a sucker for (good) Desmond Miles fic, hell yeah, would 100% read those if you posted them.
👀 👉👈 you're my new favourite, anon. this isn't close to being done but i'm very fond of it so here's a lil preview~ inspired by esama's study of flight, but with a twist! (gen, time travel/reincarnation, found family, william miles' a+ parenting, accidental subterfuge, desmond goes by miles mostly)
  Inhaling a careful breath, Ezio pauses half a flight from their destination and Leonardo halts on the step above him, frown deepening in concern. “Ezio?” he prompts, when he still doesn’t say anything.
  Ezio sighs. “We have thirteen recruits now,” he explains, turning to lean his back against the staircase wall; the cool temperature of the stone actually calms him somewhat and allows him to go on, “He’s been with us a few months, now.”
  Tilting his head curiously, Leonardo bends closer to him. “I thought you had stopped recruiting for the time being.”
  “I had.” Ezio rubs over his face quickly, such discomfort usually unsafe to display so openly — then again, Leonardo is hardly his enemy. “One of my discepoli, Adele, noticed him first.”
  “ ‘Noticed him’?”
  “... In my defense, I was away on a long assignment.”
  Leonardo just looks bewildered, an expression that’s usually quite amusing to see on the man, but Ezio can only cough awkwardly.
  “He, ah, was here a week before anyone thought to question him.”
  His old friend blinks slowly at him, Ezio can almost see the calculations happening in his mind, before his whole countenance brightens enough to make Ezio wince. 
  “You mean he infiltrated the Brotherhood? And nobody noticed?” he asks gleefully. “Oh, Ezio.”
  Refusing to flush in embarrassment, Ezio crosses his arms with a humph. “As I said, I wasn’t in the hideout at the time. Geniuses some of my recruits may be, but they all thought I had sent him here. Adele was the one to notice he had previous training, and asked him where he had met me.” Letting out a long breath, Ezio does smile, just a little. “The whelp didn’t even deny having snuck in, ’said that this is where he wants to be and was tired of waiting for chance to put him in my path, or I in his.”
  Leonardo laughs brightly, moving to rest against the wall across from Ezio. “And Machiavelli didn’t kill him immediately?”
  “No, Valeria convinced them all to keep it quiet until I returned from my contract, the little hellions. She even used me as a meat shield when Niccolò finally found out.” Ezio loves his recruits to distraction, they’re his brothers and sisters and siblings and he would gladly die for any one of them. He would also like to never face down Machiavelli’s sword and rarely-used hidden blade ever again. Once was already in excess.
  “And the recruit?”
  “Miles defended himself, of course. At least long enough for Niccolò to become intrigued by his skill.” He’s still testing the theory, but Ezio is fairly certain even the rank of millite is too low for him, though why Miles would be hiding his prowess is a concern all on its own. 
  Leonardo has known Ezio far too long, and far too well to not guess at his unsaid meaning, his lips tugging back into a thoughtful frown. “You think he was trained by another Assassin?”
  “I’m not sure yet,” he admits with a sigh. “He certainly wasn’t trained by any of our branches.”
  “Miles, Miles Miles,” Leonardo muses to the sloped ceiling. “Unusual name. Germanic? Or French, perhaps?”
  Ezio had been considering contacting his brothers in Spain, despite being almost positive that Miles wasn’t trained by them; he hadn’t even considered the French branch. Actually, did the French branch even exist anymore? He thinks he recalls hearing of its decimation around the time of the Inquisition.
  “There’s a thought,” he agrees slowly, rubbing his jaw. “I’d have to ask la Volpe or another older member about their fighting styles, I only ever crossed blades with Helene, and she hadn’t been an Assassin in many years by then.”
  “Ah, Helene... Dufranc, was it? Yes, yes, the lovely rogue from Barcelona. ‘Mon petit Assassin’, if I recall correctly?” 
  Glowering, Ezio kicks his friend’s foot at the reminder of the nickname he only escaped upon return to Italy. Some of his Spanish brothers still tease him about it in their letters. “I regret ever telling you about that,” he grumbles, much to Leonardo’s amusement. 
  Though, he quickly sobers and meets Ezio’s eyes under his hood, pinning him there easily. “Why am I here, old friend?” he asks, softly, but leaving no room to wriggle out of the answer again.
  He really isn’t making this easy, is he?
  Ezio can only hold Leonardo’s gaze for a few moments more, before he has to look away. “Miles is a bastard from a Veneziana whore. He never met his father.” He needn’t look to know Leonardo gets it immediately, but Ezio still goes on, “My students aren’t nearly as subtle as they think they are, and I do not know if it would have occurred to me without their whispers.”
  Leonardo understands this immediately, too. “Ah, does he not bear significant resemblance to you, then?”
  Ezio shakes his head. “My recruits seem to think so, but I’m afraid I’ve gotten far too in my head about it and am no longer sure if what I see is simply what I want to see.”
  “Oh, Ezio,” Leonardo sighs, standing straight to reach across the narrow space between them and put a hand on his shoulder. “I would be glad to meet him, old friend. Then, after, we will sort all this out, just as we always have.”
  Despite himself, Ezio finds himself relieved by the comfort, and reaches up to squeeze Leonardo’s hand, before removing it and stepping away. “Thank you,” he murmurs, and nods to the bottom of the stairs. “Miles is usually sparring one of his brothers or sisters around now, come with me.”
  “Or siblings,” Leonardo reminds him with a soft laugh, following at his heel.
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limelocked · 11 months
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We joked about quackity having to pay his friends therapy bills but after hearing how badly bad took dapper losing a life I worry about an egg dying permanently
It’s been over a month since juanaflippa died the second time (day 10 of the event I believe) and she was the latest to die permanently
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mokeonn · 3 months
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I gotta say, really glad that the main criticisms for my "artists have more options" post has been that it is very USA centric and doesn't work for people in low populated areas without an art community. This has led to people giving more perspectives and options, which is always appreciated, and also because it's a completely correct criticism. Like yeah it is in fact made from the perspective of a USAmerican who lives in a highly populated state with a thriving art community especially in rural areas, you got me there, can't argue with that, gimme some fresh perspectives I love to hear that. Thank you for not making my notifications hell, and thank you for giving me more perspectives im going to give you a little kissy on the forehead
#simon says#i was worried that since it hit 10k notes#I was gonna deal with a lot of people with low confidence getting mad at me bc 'they are too much of a failure to do this how dare you'#but im so glad because it hasn't been that#it has been people bringing up good counterpoints and perspectives I appreciate hearing!#like yeah I knew it was gonna end up being US (and probably Canada) centric because I'm American and never left the country before#so my perspective on career artistry outside the country is very VERY limited to say the least#but I didn't even consider that my perspective is also skewed by where in the US I live#I live in Florida which I mentioned before and feel safe mentioning because it's a very populated state#and a majority of the economy is tourism based#so there's a pretty huge thriving art community here because there's LOTS of people visiting who want cool art for whatever reason#and LOTS of retirees with money to spend and a new florida house to decorate#and LOTS of college age kids without money but an apartment they wanna furnish so they'll buy art anyways#shows and shops and gallery work are huge here for a reason#5 percent of the entire population are snowbirds. people from the north who live here during the winter#so needless to say it's far easier to start making art selling prints and handmade magnets at a booth for a weekend event here in Florida#compared to say... rural Nebraska#so I didn't even consider that because my journey as an artist started in a state with a small but passionate and growing art community#and my journey as a PROFESSIONAL artist started in another state that has a large and thriving art community even in rural areas#that it would absolutely have an effect on my perspective#i still believe there's always more options out there than you would believe and it's always good to explore and look#and if you're able to start building an art scene in a place that doesn't have one you should#but I definitely understand some folks better when they say that it's not always accessible to do so#art careers are not about fame or social media following but rather networking I still believe that because it's true#but yeah if you're in an area where your only option IS to sell online there's no shame in that#anyways hopefully that was coherent I just woke up from a nap and now im gonna play Frog Detective for the first time#smooching you all on the foreheads gently and lovingly thank you for opening my mind and not making my inbox hell
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nameissmile · 2 years
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Read up down pls. Also hi!
And fuck dayum wasn’t expecting this I suppose but here is this as well :)
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asteria-argo · 3 days
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Some people are allergic to nuance in fiction and insist on making that my problem by being very confidently wrong in public
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caninekakashi · 2 years
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if the naruto timeline has a million haters, then i am one of them. if it has ten haters, then i am one of them. if it has only one hater then that is me. if the naruto timeline has no haters, then that means i am no longer on earth. if the world loves the naruto timeline, then i am against the world.
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taruruchi · 22 days
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If I knew how to draw a piano properly... If I knew how anatomy works too
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parab0mb · 10 months
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So the Summer Event is pretty fun so far.
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viiridiangreen · 4 months
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uh cw fatphobia ig lol
me: i got a stationary bike
my partner's parents each time we've met since incl at the family gathering. also the entirety of my social feeds outside this app: OH YOU HATE YOUR BODY? I HATED MY BODY TOO OMG!! YOU WANNA LOSE WEIGHT? YOU WANNA B U R N F A T???? RECIPES TO SLIM DOWN! THIS ROUTINE GOT ME SHREDDED IN A MONTH! BECOME UNRECOGNISABLE! SHRINK GET SMALL FUCKING DISAPPEAR <3
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#tbf their mom has been much more businesslike abt it. probably bc it's her actual job#their dad has the most braindead take on it and immediately made it abt himself though lmfao#like...... no dude the fact that i wanna be more active and feel better and get stronger isn't an invitation#to go on a 30min long tirade on how you got fat directly & precisely bc you were depressed and directionless#& then made a bet w your ex that you'd look exactly like Will Smith In I Am Legend (???) in 6mo like#and have lived in a cycle of restriction vs excess and weight cycling and etc since#and have also used this experience as an excuse to assume shit abt people based on how they look#..........and I'm not even Fat-fat. i didn't grow up w the stigma and there's a strong likelihood#that the minute my lifestyle stops being absolutely completely sedentary im gonna drop a few kg and be done with it#i can't imagine dealing with this nonsense while trying to have a childhood#people can be so fucking gross abt others' bodies literally just shut up#ALSO!!! i'd much rather be in this situation than the shit i was living thru as a thin kid#whomst literally didn't get fed enough!!!!!#literally only grandmas would raise their eyebrows and try and get some food in there ( which isn't perfectly unproblematique but it comes-#from the impulse to NOURISH and they're so real for that goddamnit)#every other adult complimented me on my ability to overeat garbage at events and stay thin#like.......#have you considered i was actually literally being neglected and overate when there was available unrestricted food bc of that trauma? lol#lmao
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crispyjenkins · 3 months
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savage price of piety "crispy has lost control of their life again" celebration sneak peek
okay here's one from one of my favorite things i've ever written, which isn't actually posted yet, but everything for it so far is tagged with #savage price and is linked on my fic masterlist, which is my pinned post! (mostly gen but with a surprise rarepair, time travel/reincarnation, found family, william miles’ a+ parenting, accidental subterfuge, desmond goes by miles mostly, inspired by study of flight by @esamastation but with a twist!, only somewhat historically accurate swears)
  But it’s Ezio that broaches the subject, Leonardo having had to return to his studio so as not to upset said city’s patrons,
  “Were you raised in Castello Tarazed?”
  ... What.
  Desmond stares at him in bemusement, wondering how the fuck he knew anything about that, and also why that’s the first thing he’s asking him. Isn’t he curious about Desmond’s father? Don’t he and Leonardo already have a theory on his relation to the Auditore?
  Ezio doesn’t elaborate, crossing his arms as he leans against the support of the rooftop loggia Desmond had been taking a break in, rough-spun sheeting pulled aside to let the sunlight in. Back-lit as he is, Ezio’s expression is even harder to see with the hood, though Desmond isn’t sure he’d have been able to actually read it even if he could.
  After another minute of blinking at each other, Desmond slowly asks, “What?” and no, he isn’t thrilled when it gets a fond little uptick of Ezio’s mouth, pulling at their shared scar.
  “Castello Tarazed,” he repeats, with a nod upriver towards the area of Rome it’s in, the rione that’s been known as Borga for... a very long time. It was even still called that in the 21st century, if Desmond is remembering one of Shaun’s rambling info-dumps right.
  They can almost see it from the Island, situated right at the bend of the Tiber that stretches between the Vatican and the Castel Sant’Angelo, and though they can see said castel from where they are right now, they are too far away to pick Desmond’s old home out from the skyline.
  Desmond licks his dry lips and glances away, before forcing himself to look back. “It’s been abandoned for years,” is what he says, though he isn’t sure why. His time in the Castel Sant’Angelo wasn’t great, he’ll admit, but the years before that with a man that raised his sons like Bill Miles did...
  When he’s thought about revealing everything to the remaining Auditore, of explaining his life in the future, he’d never once considered telling them about this.
  Standing over him, Ezio hums thoughtfully and unpins Desmond from his gaze, surely aware of his discomfort. “Eight years, yes. Locals say it’s haunted.”
  Suddenly Desmond can’t feel his fingers. His right arm. The back of his head where it used to be cradled by the Animus.
  “The tenders of the nearby Frisian Schola who were around that long ago claim everyone on the grounds of Tarazed was killed in a single night, but someone powerful covered it all up to avoid the scandal, and then never sold or gave the property away.”  
Why is he asking this, why is he phrasing it like this, why doesn’t he just accuse Desmond like everyone else—?
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virtuaquarium3d · 1 year
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  And then I came across... That story. That Pokémon one you wrote. You had the date on it, so it must’ve been a real long time ago. I don't remember it too well, even though I was there. ...I've started to wonder if that's true.
Warning for heavy themes of child abuse/neglect, dereality, and plushie destruction. There is also gore, but that's par for the course with Poképasta.
An experimental Poképasta I wrote in September last year about revisiting old haunts and finding more than one bargained for.
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ghostcond · 5 months
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reed will always be a little silly and bit unserious to me because i made him to be that way, i made him to be the vessel for the experiences i've had playing this game which are silly i am also simultaneously deeply saddened by the story i gave him. he was born not quite an earth human and not quite a spiral human. he'll never be able to truly relate to any of his mother's experiences on earth and never be able to relate to anyone in the spiral because of his role in it. constantly trying to prove himself to be a person worth caring about and someone worth being the savior of the spiral. and i think of him, all alone in this grand big universe. and it makes me so sad that im actually just gonna lay in bed now. thanks
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wowitsverycool · 2 years
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hm you know what I’m gonna be honest I don’t think Your Turn to Die deserved the danganronpa treatment
#both in its comparisons to dr and in the nature of its fandom#it’s a narrative with interesting themes that deserves more than typical danganronpa style shipping discourse#or like. judging the characters based on how problematic they are#instead of their merits as characters#not to say “ohhh analysis is a Dead Art#kids these days are SHALLOW and VAPID”#which is a stupid take#enjoy things how you please#not my business#it’s just.. the shipping discourse thing fit danganronpa so much better because it was so character driven#that was its thing with the freetime events and whatnot#but while yttd also focuses a lot on its characters it puts a lot of stock into the nature of people and how they interact#and humanity and how we define it#i wish it was appreciated more#yttd#your turn to die#like remember the qtaro hatred? it seems people only really started considering him as someone to even consider when he “redeemed” himself#which yeah! his redemption is really cool and it’s interesting to see how his character progresses!#but it was SO not fair to the story to before that point just be like “he sucks. I hate him” and have that be the end of it#don’t even get me STARTED on the children’s youtubers playing it#nothing else actually bothers me. for real if you like shipping and stuff that’s totally cool.#but the childrens youtubers relentlessly misinterpreting and simplifying everything to make things funnier#GRRRR….#yttd is already funny! stop making marvel quips for one second goddamnit!#yttd spoilers#anyway. this has been egotistic rant in which I toot my own horn that I’ll probably regret later#see you next time
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buttercupart · 1 year
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[OC-tober prompts by spiral89art]
day 22 - [create a new oc - music edition] - a favorite song from a specific artist
radical face - the dead waltz
#OC stuff#this is lilyanne; based off the daughter/girl featured in dead waltz#lily is the middle child of a large family and is as far as everyone knows; incredibly sickly and fragile and has been since birth#and the story is that she was a stillbirth but the dead took pity on her and gave her some lifeforce so she could experience life on earth#she can still commune with spirits and goes down to the local lake where they convene to communicate with them#however - this only happens at night when she's sleeping. consciously she doesnt remember any of it#but subconsciously she knows that on october 31st - the day of her 13th birthday - that the spirits will lead her back to the lake#and take her back home#i also have in mind the character of the neighbor guy. he's yknow. the neighbor and witnesses lilyanne sleep walking down to the lake#thats when he realizes she can talk and walk amongst the dead during her sleepwalking spells + why she's always been so deathly ill#and for him its a race against time to plead with the dead to not take lily back - to not take the girl he's grown to love as his own kid#and its supposed to be like. a thinly veiled metaphor on/commentary of the troubling emotions that come about when someone you know#is living on very borrowed time. and the strange grief that comes with seeing someone functional and thriving and not understanding how this#happy active person going about their daily life is rapidly approaching the event horizon of their illness#anyways . Ya#my art
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thinking about Padfoot wearing socks
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