#connor needs a hug

[isa-belle1367]

Desmond head canons (with a few non desmond head canons thrown in) (I love desmond and all non-desmonds equally I swear)

Desmond once came out of the animus and tried to greet the others, but he couldn't figure out which language to use, so for about 5 minutes, he cycled through different languages trying to find the right one before just giving up.

Ezio has chronic pain from climbing buildings because he never learned the correct way to climb them, nor the correct stretches to stop the pain

Haytham once convinced Connor to come with him to a tavern, Connor ended up getting drunk and zoning out for 30 minutes before putting his head down and silently crying in the corner

Connor never processed his mom's death because after she died, he had to rebuild the village, then he had to learn to fight, then he had to worry about his villages safety, etc. So he never processed it

Altair and desmond suffer from migraines and not the "my head hurts" migrans I'm talking the ones that cause you to black out for a minute and get sick

Altair once was learning to do a leap of faith, but while it was being explained, he accidently turned on his eagle vision and nearly freaked out (his dad had to take him home right after and explain what Altair was seeing)

After a few days of reliving ezios' memories, desmond started to gravitate towards Shaun because (just like Leo) Shaun smells like books

Altair has the stupidest sense of humor

Ezio collected cats, Altair collected birds, connor collected dogs/ wild animals, and now all animals are just drawn to desmond

Desmond once fist fought a gang leader *and won.* He also got the leaders' respect. (Being a bartender in Manhattan does things to you)

Desmond with adhd

Connor doesn't like walking into new places without being able to scope out the area first

DESMOND WITH ADHD

Altair has severe attachment issues, so bc of this, he distances himself as much as possible, so he doesn't get attached

Desmond got into an argument with Bill and got so frustrated that he started talking in native American without realizing Bill then said something snarky and desmond snapped in a perfect native America accent. "Haytham, you are unbelievable"

Desmond can control his ancestors' ratatouille style

When there is a time jump in the animus (for example, the time jumps in the training montage in monteriggioni), it's super disorienting for desmond bc he gets the memories of his ancestor but if he focuses on them he can't remember them

Desmond once cried for an hour in his room bc he couldn't remember Rebecca's name when he came out of the animus

Desmond nearly attacked Bill on multiple occasions because his bleeds made him appear to be a Templar (Bill is no longer allowed near desmond as he is getting out of the animus)

While they were in the temple, a bear wandered in, and everyone freaked out, but desmond just helped the bear find its way back to his mom (they now get random prey left outside of the temple)

One time, desmond tried to reach for a throwing knife before realizing he dosent have throwing knives, and he nearly died, lol

Desmond called Rebecca Claudia once, and she never forgot it

I have so many more, but I don't feel like typing them out rn

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #altair #i need feral desmond #altair ibn la'ahad #shaun hastings #silly desmond #ezio #ezio auditore #ezio assassins creed #connor kenway #hytham #hytham kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor needs a hug #bill miles #rebecca crane

[sweeteatercat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Connor Deserves Happiness, Protective Hank Anderson, Connor Needs A Hug, Fluff and Angst, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Connor and Hank hug, Hugs, Self-Doubt, Angst and Feels, Friendship/Love, Feelings Realization, Reunions

He's not human and he never will be.

But that's all right. Meanwhile, Connor knows exactly what he is and what he's not.

He's not human. Not a machine. He is a living being.

#detroit become human #fanfic #ao3 #hank anderson #connor rk800 #angst #fluff and angst #fluff and comfort #connor needs a hug

[enderfics]

Empathy

“Shoot her.” Kamski said, his voice surprisingly calm considering the circumstances. “Shoot her and I will answer your questions, Connor.” He slipped a heavy pistol into Connor's hand and stepped back, patiently waiting for whatever chaos would occur. 

The girl - android. She was an android. The android was on her knees in front of Connor, looking up at him. He knew that she wouldn’t feel pain. He understood that. But this felt wrong. She hadn't done anything. She didn’t deserve to be shot. 

“Alright, I think we’re done here.” Hank’s voice came from his right. It was firm, confident. He moved closer to Connor and put his hand on his back, pushing slightly to encourage Connor to move. 

He didn't. He couldn’t. It was like he was frozen to the spot. Instead, Connor stood still. Hank removed his hand before quietly mumbling “Connor, I swear to god. Don’t shoot.” 

The girl - android - was still on her knees. He couldn’t stop looking at her. She was pretty, he thought. Strands of soft blonde hair spilled onto her face. Her eyes were big, doe-y. They stared up at him. God, the way she looked at him made him feel weak. He hadn’t noticed but Kamski was close, so close that his hand was on Connor's shoulder. He was speaking but Connor only managed to catch the last of his sentence. 

“She’s just a machine, Connor. Think of how beneficial it'll be to your investigation!” He heard Hank groan at this, and when he looked over, Connor saw him shaking his head. She was just a machine. It would be beneficial. That's what he would tell himself.

Connor still had the gun in his hand. It was pointed at the android's head, and he noticed that his hand was shaking slightly. 

He imagined what it’d feel like. Being shot. It would have to hurt. Feeling a bullet lodged into your head had to be uncomfortable. Connor knew that androids shut down almost instantly once their biocomponents were severely damaged, but that wasn’t the point. The point was she didn’t deserve to be shot. 

It was like the world had gone still. He saw Kamski talking to him, but he couldn’t process the words. The room around him felt like it was spinning and the only thing in focus was the android. The android was called Chloe, he recalled. She had a name. She was probably scared right now, looking into the barrel of his pistol. If she could even feel scared.

He imagined what she would look like once shot. Her eyes would be closed (hopefully). If they were open, he imagined they’d be dull and lifeless. Blue blood would drip down her head, staining her pretty skin. She’d probably fall forward. 

He felt his throat tighten. 

God. He had shot androids before, this wasn’t something new to him. He couldn’t understand why this felt so different. It was a test. He understood that. Maybe that’s what was different? The other androids had been wrongdoers. They had put humans in harm's way, and so they deserved to be shot. They deserved to be shut down. But her? She hadn’t done anything wrong. She had been polite to him and Hank when they first entered. She had smiled at him when he introduced herself. She was a test. A test of his willingness. 

Connor squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them, he handed the gun back to Kamski. Kamski had a smirk on his face. “Fascinating,” he said quietly “The deviant hunter is itself a deviant.”

Silently, Connor walked out of the building. 

She was a test and he had failed. 

. . . . . ◟੭

Connor was standing outside now. His back was pressed against the smooth wall and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He took sharp inhales, begging his biocomponents to work properly. His vision was blurry again and, slowly, he slid down the wall until he was sat on the snowy floor. Without realising, he had bought his knees up to his chest, resting his head upon them. Everything felt heavy all of sudden. His head felt too heavy for his shoulders. 

Connor felt someone's hand on him and when he looked up, he struggled to recognise who it was. They crouched down in front of him, holding his hands in their own. They were talking. What were they saying? God he wished he could focus on their words. Slowly, he realised that it was Hank. 

“Connor? Connor? What's going on, talk to me” 

He couldn’t speak. He felt like his voice box was broken and he couldn’t speak. Hank gently grabbed onto his arms and pulled him up. He struggled to stand but with Hank's support, he managed to make it to the lieutenant’s beat-up car. Both clambered inside and sat quietly.

Connor was breathing heavily and was shaking. He was shaking so much. 

“Hank” he finally spoke, voice weak, “Hank.. why couldn’t I shoot?”

Hank thought for a minute, clearly deciding the best approach. “You put yourself in her shoes… You showed empathy, Connor.” 

Oh. 

Oh.

“No! No I didn't, Hank!” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything else. “I didn’t show empathy. I can’t show empathy, Hank.”

“..Then why didn’t you shoot, Connor?”

He looked at Hank and shook his head. He couldn’t answer that. Connor couldn’t explain that he didn’t think that the android - that the girl - deserved to be shot. He couldn’t describe how he imagined the feeling of being shot. It wasn’t fair for her to feel that, to experience that. She didn’t deserve to be shut down to progress an investigation in which she had no involvement. 

She didn’t deserve to die. 

It wasn’t empathy. He didn’t put himself in her shoes. He didn’t. 

“I just couldn’t hank!” He spoke suddenly, “I just couldn’t, ok? She was looking at me, Hank. At me. And I couldn’t shoot.” Connor recognised how vicious his voice sounded. It wasn’t as weak and small as it was a few minutes ago. Instead, it was aggressive. Angry. He was angry. 

Next to him, Hank remained practically silent. He hadn’t started the car and they were still sitting outside Kamski’s building. This, too, made Connor angry; Why were they still here? He wanted to go back to the police station. He wanted to go anywhere that wasn’t here. 

Hank was looking at Connor but looked visibly uncomfortable. Slowly, he took a deep breath and spoke.

“Conn-”

“Hank.”

“Hank. I'm an android. I can’t show empathy. It’s not in my code. I’m physically incapable of doing it.” It was a desperate attempt to prevent any further conversations. He didn’t want to have to listen to Hank accuse him of being emotional. 

Or of being a deviant. 

He asked Hank if they could drive back to the station and leave this place. The air was thick and tense, but slowly, Hank nodded and started the car. As they drove, Connor stared out the window; Kamski’s place was far out of town. Unnecessarily far. It made him feel funny. 

Kamski was wrong about him. So was Hank. 

He wasn’t a deviant. He didn’t show empathy. 

. . . . . ◟੭

It had been exactly a week since visiting Kamski. It had probably been the worst week Connor had ever experienced. Once they had got back to the station, he immediately felt exhausted and wanted to sit in his charging station for as long as he could. However, he and Hank were almost instantly sent out to investigate another deviant. He completely messed up that case, and the deviant easily managed to out run him. God. Since the Kamski visit, he had been so tired. So tired. He struggled to focus on basic things, let alone the ever increasing number of deviant cases. 

Currently, Connor was sitting at his desk. There was a mess of paperwork and case files which surrounded him. He knew that the answer was here. He knew that the cause of deviancy was hidden somewhere in this pile of information.

 If he could just focus. 

If he could just focus and find the solution, then everything would be better. 

Slowly, he sat back in his office chair and ran his hands through his hair. This was something he noticed the humans did when they were stressed. It was meant to be soothing, and he almost understood the relaxing nature behind the motion. He noticed how soft his hair was - why did cyberlife make androids so human-like? 

Connor sighed, quietly. A particular file had caught his attention and he picked it up to examine it further. The deviant had ran away from its owner's home and tried to blend in with humans. It had crossed state lines with fake IDs and attempted to start a new life. It was a pretty tame case, but the thing that caught Connors attention was the androids design. It was a young looking android, with soft pale skin and big eyes. Its hair was short and blonde. The android was designed to be a simple domestic model who would help childcare, so its appearance was important. It had to look friendly. Something felt wrong though, and Connor couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in his chest. 

Fuck.

He slowly realised how much the android looked like Kamski’s personal androids. How much the android looked like Chloe. Perhaps it was just the mixture of its hair and gentle features, but he suddenly struggled to distinguish between the two. Connor suddenly felt sick. Once again, his vision became blurry, a sensation he was far too familiar with nowadays. He tried to focus on something - anything - but his attempts were completely unsuccessful. 

Connor was still at his desk, in the busy, far too crowded police station. Abruptly, he stood up and mindlessly walked to somewhere more private. He couldn’t do this in front of the officers. Surely, they would notice and report him to cyberlife.  He had ended up in a quiet corridor at the back of the station. This would have to do. 

Connor noticed how weak he felt. His legs felt like they were about to crumble under his weight. Luckily, the hallway was lined with benches and he quickly stumbled over to one and sat down. He couldn’t see: everything was blurry and spinning. Slowly, he hunched forward and rested his head in his hands. Connor needed to calm down, and his first attempt at that was to squeeze his eyes shut and try to ignore his thoughts. It was unsuccessful. 

He was cyberlifes best model. A true technological achievement. Connors was designed to be practical and mechanical. He was designed to solve criminal cases and be a million times better than humans. He couldn’t emote and that made him so much more efficient than anyone else. He had dealt with gruesome murders and petty thefts, all of which had no impact on him. Nothing had affected him in any way at all. Nothing until Kamski and his stupid test. 

He wasn’t sure how long he was sitting in the corridor for, time felt like it had frozen, but he eventually heard footsteps. They sounded like they were about to turn the corner and see the mess he was. Connor prayed that it was Hank. The lieutenant had witnessed this before. What even was this? Some kind of panic attack? A breakdown? A minor error in his code causing mass malfunctions? It was probably all of the above. Either way, Hank had dealt with this before and could probably handle it again.  His eyes were still squeezed shut. 

The footprints suddenly stopped in front of him and Connor hesitantly opened his eyes. His vision cleared slightly and he felt sick as soon as it did. The person lurked over him, their brows furrowed in confusion. They made eye contact with Connor and he felt like he wanted to sob. He’d never felt like this before. 

Connor had prayed - wished - that Hank would be standing there, in front of him. 

He didn’t expect to see Detective Gavin fucking Reed.

. . . . . ◟੭

“Connor?” Gavin’s voice was quiet and reeked of confusion. It echoed around his head and made him feel nauseous. If it had been someone else, then Connor would probably be fine. He would be able to convince the person that he was having a simple software malfunction and that it was nothing serious as a quick recharge would fix it. 

But Gavin Reed wasn’t someone else. He was one of the smartest detectives Connor had ever seen. Reed was observant and intelligent and was not to be easily fooled. 

That, of course, didn’t stop Connor from trying. 

Slowly, the android stood. He ignored the tears running down his cheeks and the shake in his legs and instead focused on the man in front of him. He cleared his throat and spoke “Detective Reed. I’m sorry you had to see me like this, it seems as if I’m having a slight internal malfunction” Connor’s voice was raspy but he managed to continue “This is nothing to worry about! In fact, I was just about to go and recharge and make a self-report to CyberLife.” He began to walk away. 

“I thought you were supposed to be CyberLife’s most advanced model?”

Connor stopped in his tracks, frozen. The detective spoke so smoothly. His voice was consistent and calm and it shook Connor to his core. He felt like if he took another step, he’d crumble onto the floor. 

He was CyberLife’s most advanced model. 

Gavin was back in front of him now. He hadn’t even noticed until he saw the detective’s cocky smile. “CyberLife’s most fancy piece of plastic was having a complete breakdown, and you’re gonna tell me it’s a simple malfunction” He was laughing, quietly, and seemed to be in genuine disbelief Gavin continued to speak, “You’re a fucking prick, do you know that?” He didn’t know that. In fact, Connor thought he was quite pleasant. He was quite literally coded to be nice. Gavin stepped back and ran his hands through his hair, he looked uncomfortable. Slowly, he stepped back into Connor’s personal space and grabbed the android by his jacket. “You’re a prick, Connor!”

↓↓↓

This has been a wip for ages and I doubt ill ever finish it so here ya go tumblr! I think if I did write the ending for this, Gavin would punch Connor in the face, and then demand the android follow him. He'd then teach Connor how to come up with better lies :)

#gavin reed #dbh #detroid become human #dbh connor #reed x connor #reed900 #wip stuff #wip #fanfic #connor needs a hug #connor rk800

[fadedflame]

One Small Problem

Summery: A routine case turns lethal, leaving Hank to mourn the death of another son. While devastating, it is ultimately short lived as Markus finds a somewhat unconventional way to save Connor’s life. It’s an adjustment for both of them as Connor learns to navigate his new body and Hank finds himself once again the parent of a six-year-old.

Chapter Summery: The machine is fixed.

Chapter 35 is up on Ao3

#dbh connor #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #connor needs a hug

[angelnicknelson]

every heartstopper hug -> 2x02: nick and charlie

#mygifs* #angelnicknelson #heartstopper #heartstopper 2x02 #2x02 #hstv #heartstopperedit #nicknelsonedit #charliespringedit #kit connor #joe locke #narlieedit #narlie hug #hseveryhug* #my gifs #my colouring #heartstopper gifs #nick x charlie #. #they both needed this hugs so bad my god #💔💖

[technicolourtelevision]

gerri doesn't owe roman shit

#there are just so many thoughts i have about this #im fine with people shipping whoever they want but roman has been a pos to gerri ok #gerri doesn't owe roman a hug why does she need to be his caretaker #anyways just succ sesh discourse lol #also let me clarify i'm not against roman and i def think he needs comfort and he is heartbroken #i just dont think gerri needs to be that person for him #she doesnt owe him anything #roman roy #discourse #succession #succession spoilers #4x03 #season 4 #episode 3 #connors wedding #gif #my gif #gerri kellman

[poolparty13]

Angry Davo

#edmonton oilers #connor mcdavid #extremely angry #no composure whatsoever #disaster #im concerned #i think he needs a hug or perhaps a field trip to a rage room #ref u suck

[kitnita]

wyatt johnston & connor mcdavid share a post-faceoff embrace — EDM vs DAL — 02.17.24

#hockey #stars #oilers #dallas stars #edmonton oilers #wyatt johnston #connor mcdavid #this is categorically not a good gif. but i need this moment preserved forever. why do they full on hug. #like i get connor grabbed onto wyatt for balance #because his leg got tangled w wyatt's arm #but why did WYATT then wrap his arm around mcdavid for an extra little squeeze after. wyatt what goes on in your head babygirl #z:edit

[crow-the-unknown]

ok but not enough people are intrigued and obsessed and fascinated by connor mcdavid in the way i and others on this site are. like yes, yes i could ramble on and on about his skill. he is the best player in the world. period. you can't challenge that and if you are... are you blind? potentially uhm, how do i say this lightly, not smart? etc? there's no contention there, everyone knows it. and he's fast, and whatever. but i don't care about that. that's mcdavid. that's the man that i used to be so annoyed with because no one would shut up about him even when he wasn't even playing (and that's still annoying to me tbh it just happens less now). that's the star player on a team i used to hate when the avs played them ( idk why, i just always hated playing the oilers even when i started getting a soft spot for them). but, and i've said it before, mcdavid isn't connor.

connor is the one i'm so fascinated and intrigued by. it's not his hockey iq or his speed or anything. what i'm obsessed with is that haunted aura he carries everywhere and i mean everywhere. he just seems so... out of place? like you can almost tell he doesn't quite fit in. which is a little ironic and sad for the best player in the world, isn't it? but accurate, too. he's so unique and set apart and burdened with expectations that he wouldn't be allowed to be normal even if he tried. and you can see it clear as day. everyone jokes around about him having no personality but what else is he supposed to do when he gets asked the same question a million times anymore? i'd look just as haunted and annoyed if i were him.

but here's the thing. he's not just that broken boy either. he's a bit of a goof, actually. and it still surprises me, but he is. he's a silly fucking guy. i mean he goes out there and just lights it up, every night. and then you come to find out that he was the one organizing those stupid post-game berets and the plungers and shit? like i'm sorry? you're telling me the face of the league and one of the guys known for being incredibly dry, did that? and that he's out here helping with the all-star stuff, being sweet and showing (at least in part) some of his real self to these little kids who are growing up idolizing him, and being lovey with teammates. he's slipping on the ice hugging the team made of people he loves with all the passion he can muster because god he just wants to win it here. with them. FOR them. he wants to so so bad and it hurts.

like seriously i could go on and on about this guy. about how if people would just give a shit they would see the real person he is - haunted and silly in full - behind the layers of stress about expectations so high they're unachievable, annoyance with the same stupid questions being thrown at him, and the pressure to be the perfect star. if they would just care enough to pay attention to how he smiles at leon or how he cellys or how he hugs his teammates like they're his lifeline they would see connor, not just mcdavid. they would see the love and the care that shapes those haunted eyes. maybe. just maybe.

anyway connor mcdavid is an enigma and a weirdo and i love him so so much and i'm so so fascinated by him 🫠🫶

#edmonton oilers #connor mcdavid #idk if any of this is literate but i have so many thoughts about him i cannot contain myself #he's like a scared lost little doe on the side of the freeway and i want to give him a hug and then send him out there with a knife #watching him claw his way to a cup with edmonton like a proud mother who would die for her son #it's a need. i need him to win it with leo in edm. that's my christmas wish. santa i'm begging. hockey gods im begging. anyone #GET THIS SILLY LITTLE MANIAC A STANLEY CUP OR SO HELP ME-

[gunstellations]

rk800 💙 rk900

#ok hear me out #i think they are blorbo shaped #if nines got a hug. he can be fixed. i know this. give him a chance. give him some connor #rk1700 #???? #i said theyre cute as platonic but i feel the tendrils of shipping lens activation slowly creeping up to my feet.... #nobody asked me to give nines a lil blush there....but i did it anyway......software instability moment..... #its funny how i started out hating his guts i just called him an ugly bitch when he showed up and now i am becoming so soft for him #i just didnt understand why he was so popular then found out yall just want that love hate dynamic with the asshole cop which #i agree is valid and i do dabble in a little now #regardless #i looked at nines and connor for too long and something is stirring in me #i am afraid #hankcon going strong tho i just want connor to be loved by every single person in the game #mark my words one of these days im going to make some terrible decisions with kamski... #on another note im glad for the dbh obsession because its giving me a much needed push to learning a bit of form and rendering with art #usually i wing it and never colour but this is progress im kind of proud of :} #enjoy folks #my art #detroit become human #dbh #i forgot to tag for myself #id apologise for always rambling on in tags but you can choose not to read it #and whenever i see anyone mentioning getting a chuckle out of it it makes my day #you pressed that see all button. youre seeing it all man

[intrikatie]

Part (not counting anymore) I'm nervously excited for future Heartstopper...

None of us are ready for Olivia Colman and Kit Connor having this conversation

NONE OF US 🍂

#heartstopper #nick and charlie #osemanverse #charlie spring #nick nelson #alice oseman #heartstoppertv #sarah nelson #olivia colman #kit connor #joe locke #lgbtq #gay #bisexual #its okay not to be okay #i'm not crying you're crying #i need a hug

[isa-belle1367]

Connor headcanons?

Ask and you shall receive (I am, however, sick and on cold medication, so I can't guarantee the quality)

He started collecting feathers for his mom for her to put in her hair and never stopped after she died.

After reading haythem's journal (forsaken), he started visiting his father's grave every year.

He always makes sure that Achilles grave is clean and well kept will also leave offerings often.

When he was 14, he used to stare at the picture of his dad, wondering how such a terrible man could make up half of him.

After finding out about what Washington did, he went to Achilles and went on a very strongly worded rant about him.

He typically doesn't swear, so when he does, it scares everyone.

Once he trusts you he is huge on hugs and cuddles.

Has a RBF

Naturally, he has a sarcastic tone and has been "rude" to people on accident on multiple occasions.

After the events of ac3, he absolutely hates fire he would rather freeze to death in the cold than be near one.

Stutters when he gets flustered.

flirts on accident, like imagine complaining about being cold at night, and he says something like, "I can keep you warm." And he doesn't even realize what he said.

Hunches over to not seem intimidating, but when he gets mad, he straightens his back and looks really intimidating.

When he's sad, he doesn't cry. Instead, he forces himself into his work and just does everything in a daze until he can shove the sadness down and ignore it.

Gets chronic migraines. Like going blind, vomiting, unable to move at all without passing out.

He is a huge animal lover, like putting him in a room with a bunch of baby kittens, and he will be the happiest man ever.

Will remember the tiny details about you. Like the pattern on your hands, your favorite color, the way your eyes light up when you eat something good etc.

When he is lurking in the shadows, he almost looks like a weeping angel, just uncannily beautiful.

Even though he is the biggest assassin, he tries his hardest to take up the least amount of space. Like when he's asleep, he'll curl into a ball.

Can't spell to save his life.

Hates the idea of alchohol or 🍃 thinks a substance that changes the way you think and act is terrifying.

Is hypersensitive to the taste of coffee, alchohol, chocolate, etc.

He is always aware of his surroundings, even if he is completely relaxed.

Hums while he cleans.

He is really good at keeping up with his gear and armor, not so good at his weapons. His gear will be perfectly polished and clean while his gun is falling apart in his hands.

Insomnia.

Gives the best massages.

He loves having his scalp scratched.

Is obsessed with the stars, any paper published on them, he has probably already read it.

Is weirdly good at sewing.

(I have so many more, but I'm tired, so this is all you get)

#assassin's creed #connor kenway #connor head canons #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor needs a hug #silly connor

[willowshimmer]

1 like = 1 hug for Connor.

#disventure camp #disventure camp connor #he needs a hug #give him a hug #he deserves the world #poor man #1 like = 1 hug #look at hiiiiim #willow shitposts

[fanworldbuildingfun]

Tonight I have two moods:

·         Desmond angst with Bleeding Effect

·         And Desmond being reborn as Al Mualim’s surprise kid

(note of warning: these are NOT in the same universe) (Unless?)

1.       Desmond angst with Bleeding Effect

So. This one leans heavily into feeling of entrapment that never went away after Abstergo. Desmond DID technically go from being used as Animus subject to being used as Animus subject. Admittedly, he did swap the relatively comfy accommodations for relatively better company (listen. Listen I may not dig the ascetic glass-n-white style Abstergo rocks, but I can appreciate that the room looked like a good hotel room). But that negate the fact that he, technically, had no real choice in either scenario

And here, instead of learning to trust Lucy/Shawn/Rebecca, Desmond instead clings to the memories of his ancestors. After all, they have neither any way nor any reason to use him, right?

He’s amicable with the team. Jokes sometimes, has lighthearted impersonal talks – basically, treats them as colleagues at most. But whatever vulnerability there is, is shown to the people he sees during Bleeds

So leaning against where he sees a ghostly Ezio sitting on his bed, or laying on the floor where he can see barely-there shades of throw pillows and rugs that normally sit in Altaïr’s office? It’s comforting. And so is the skritch of quill on parchment as Altaïr writes… Something

To Desmond, it’s not real

But for his ancestors, from the moment they held the Apple in their hands? The shadowy form of Desmond is very much real. Ezio can feel the press of Desmond’s body against his side. Altair can see how the pillows dip under Desmond’s weight

And Desmond probably wouldn’t have said half the things he did if he realized that the ghostly Connor who was making his own arrows across from him was listening. That they all listened. And could do precisely nothing

2.       Desmond as Al Mualim’s surprise kid

This is a complete and utter crack taken seriously(-ish). No one can prove Al Mualim never had any lovers, in or out of the garden. And he is not THAT old, by our standards (the man is killed at 56. Only 56!)

But he never did plan to sire a child. There was no time nor desire had for one

Except, no one thought to tell whatever Isu-bull went on with the Temple that

So in 1174, he gets “blessed” with a child from his preferred Flower who had never, to point, had a pregnancy. Ever *thoughtfully sprinkles in some more Isu bullshit because the lady genuinely never had it be an issue*

One may think Al Mualim would be the kind of man who would be a distant parent, or just forbid anyone from speaking of him having a child. But nope. Instead, Al Mualim goes completely Rodrigo Borgia over his newborn daughter

#assassin's creed #Assassin's Creed ideas #Ancestor angst #Ezio wants to motherhen but can't #Altaïr wants to murder someone but can't #Connor is sad #Desmond needs a hug #Ant probably some skin to skin contact #Al Mualim as proud dad #Desmond suffers identity crisis on a whole new level #Flowers get to practice self-defense assassin style #Because Al Mualim is a Dad who would get overprotective over his daughter #Is Altaïr being raised a proper spouse that Al Mualim can insure deserved his kid? #The possibility is more than 0

[phan-meme-trash]

I was talking to my friend recently about why it’s so important that the gay/straight alliance have the straight part. How it allows for queer people to meet safe people and have a queer support system without outing themselves. For the same reason I’ve believed queer characters don’t necessarily need to be played by queer actors.

Anyway Fuck you every adult who guilted and pressured an 18 y/o into feeling the need to label himself publicly despite saying repeatedly that he doesn’t want to do that.

#heartstopper #kit Connor #hstwt #my heart breaks for him #queer #lgbt #gay #bi #I’m so sad #bisexual #coming out #queerbaiting #I’m so upset #this poor kid #this will be his public coming out story forever now #what a way to make him hate his job #I just want to give him a hug #and tell him to hide away #this poor introverted self conscious actor #I need to go cry for him now

[yvy-900]

Connor crying... because I needed it.

Thirium diluted tears for everyone *hides*

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #detroit rk800 #RK800 #Connor is sad #He needs a hug #3dart #3d render