#M; The Assassin

[mandysxmuses]

Noemi looks up at Trost, then at the bowl of plain hamburger, swimming in grease. "Uh..Trost..That at least has salt in it right? Pepper? Cayenne..?"

She's dumbfounded.

"It has salt. Yeah."

It doesn't. Trost was trying to figure out a way to order punishment food since Nullie might have pulled away the dish into the abyss if he ended up ordering grits. This was the next diabolical concoction he could think of.

He needs this right now. After what everyone had told him about Damian, it was only now that he was finally starting to get fully disillusioned, and he felt the need to be punished for having constantly whined about him.

Even to Jemand, with his "bad dreams"...

Whether going to therapy or not, he needs actual consequences for that.

He scoops up some of the fat, and slurps it into his mouth like soup.

"Shit's delicious."

[astrariums]

Assassin's Creed Shadows (2025) Developed by Ubisoft

[mandysxmuses]

Really, what was the point? Did he just think it was funny, throwing insults at Todlich that he'd never be aware of? Was it some kind of... weird power play?

Whatever it was, he had to put an end to it.

"He should. ... He should feel embarrassed."

"And if he isn't going to, I'm going to make him. I'm gonna hit him where it hurts."

He took a slow, angry breath, his hands shaking as he considered his options. It wasn't so hard to make Jemand feel shame. Perhaps not for the right reasons, he would love him to have some damn shame over the texts, but...

One of the only things he really cared about was how he was perceived. His stupid, precious appearance.

"... Do you know where I can get ahold of a razor? One of those electric ones?"

Hansuke could only gape as he heard the message read aloud. That Jemand guy... Seemed like a massive fucking dick. 

He looked over at Todd with a frown. "I think he should feel embarrassed for sending you that shit... What was even the point?" Sure... He wasn't the nicest smelling guy. but depression was a bitch.

He knew that better than anyone.

[garbagechocolate]

Toxic doomed yuri

[thou-babbling-brook]

Ubisoft try to portray characters as their actual ages challenge: level impossible

[mandysxmuses]

At Erin's explanation, Knirschen looked up from the man he was cradling, and... immediately began to cry. They were happy tears, of course, but he also just found himself overwhelmed that all the rampant bloodshed he brought upon the Void at night was over.

Trost couldn't help himself upon the display, muttering "pussy" under his breath. The look he got from Knirschen immediately after was enough to stop any snickering, though.

... He really hoped Verheiler wouldn't tell him any of what he had been up to, because it already looked like he wanted him dead.

Jemand glanced away awkwardly, trying to distance himself from Trost as he had already earned enough of Knirschen's ire on his own.

Walter cleared his throat soon after, trying to address what Erin had said. "I do believe sweets would be much preferable, yes. And perhaps with cravings a little less intense..."

...It worked.

It worked.

"...Knirschen...you can change when you want to now. It won't be...it won't be so big, and you'll have your mind during the transformation." She did like werewolves, after all. That was fun. "You can try it later, if you like."

And Verheiler...of course. Let him have his healing powers without the nasty side effects. Granted they would hopefully be needed a great deal less in future, but she knew they were important to him.

"Maybe...Walter how would you like to crave sugar instead of blood? As if you don't already." She's grinning now. The consequences...well. She'll find out later...if she can leave. She prepared in expectation that she never could again. Letters sent, arrangements made. But for now...

A stray thought for the trap rooms. Healing the spaces. Puzzles were fun, murder much less so. The castle...could be beautiful again, with one room set aside for a sad teenage girl who had wanted to go home. A memorial.

Ah...Begleiter. As if he didn't already know part of it. She'd allow that to flow back into him. She'd speak to him later about...well. About what to do about the boys...

She had so much to do.

[visitor444333]

very quick outfit sketches im trying Really hard to forget that i have a math exam tomorrow

[mandysxmuses]

@shindahime from here

"...Complex... mm. I gave her a complex? Damn..."

He tried to turn to look directly at Damian, but found himself wincing in the attempt. Why was everything so damn bright? Hender was usually bright, but this was fucking obnoxious. And it felt like something only he was dealing with, because nobody else was reacting to it.

"...I know some retro games. Um... the ones with the fucking... blue... hamster? Fuck. ... Hedgehog. And uh... Bob Mario..."

He rubbed his eyes.

[astrariums]

[mandysxmuses]

"It was my fault..." He doesn't have his notebook dedicated to determining whether something was his fault on him, but he has already worked it out in his head. "I brought it up in the first place."

At least the affirmation of being trusted keeps him from spiraling completely into tears. When Ari helps pick him up, he ends up clinging to her arm. It's very good for hugs!

"I-I'd never hurt her, I promise. I don't wanna hurt anybody... I'm- I'm better now."

"... Yeah. I know, little buddy." Trost tries to sound reassuring, but he really doesn't buy it. Not completely. "Just... maybe try to do something else, okay? So nobody else ends up worrying. You know, hearing that kinda shit without context, it's..."

"I-I'm not like you. You're the one who threw a spear at Sunny not so long ago."

Shit. Things are already going confrontational. Better get lost before he fucks me up.

"Yep, that was.. that was me. Mhm." Trost takes baby steps toward the door, and then swiftly steps out of the room, trying to make it as natural-seeming as possible. It's really not working. "I did that, and now I'm gonna go fuck myself, I guess. See you around."

{ 🌹 } || Oof. Ariana flinches as Tulpen is dumped on the ground. At least he's been freed from Trost's clutches, even if it was without much tact.

For a moment, she remains stuck in an awkward silence, her gaze darting between the two of them as she pieces together the implications of their conversation. Ah... that's right. Tulpen has quite the temper, doesn't he? He's capable and guilty of violence just as much as Trost.

The redhead sighs, brows knitting together with concern. She rises from her seat and approaches Tulpen with a tender smile, offering him her outstretched hand. "Up you get! It's alright, petal. It's my fault, I shouldn't have been so silly and started hollering like that. I should have known better."

That being said, it did feel cathartic. A weight has lifted from her chest, despite the stinging in her throat.

Sheepishly, she casts a weary gaze towards to the ginger menace. "And thank you, Trost. I know you were only trying to help. Thank you for looking out for me, and it really does make me happy. Don't worry, I trust Tulpen. I'm safe." Perhaps her stance on this would change, had she seen the feats of wrath he was truly capable of, given the slip of a tongue or change in tone. Then again, she had once harboured a soft spot for Damian, too.

[ambivalent-amphibian]

ended up in booktok like-

please stop with these "modern retellings"; they're more unoriginal, disrespectful to the source, and even more and tone-deaf than disney live action remakes, and that's saying something.

*puts these stories and the ETL trope away until they learn what it actually entails and they can finally tell the difference between ab*se and a mutual rivalry that could really evolve into understanding and love -or even a safe, sane and consensual sexual relationship*

[bravenot]

He he. revvetha drips

[garbagechocolate]

Did I ever post this

[mandysxmuses]

He stared at her for a while, in silence -- both because he couldn't think of a way to argue that, and... well, her being cute was working. It was hard to keep picking on Flora when she was so good at giving the sad cat look.

So Todd relented, and stepped over where the scrunchy had fallen, sighing as he picked it up and then waved it in front of his own face.

"Aaaaah. Spider. Aaaaaah." His voice and expression were entirely deadpan, and then he let himself 'collapse' on the floor.

Flora's lips pursed when he called her out.

"You know exactly why anyone would be worried, Trost. I'll just bully you by getting whipped cream on your cheek. You'll get me back tenfold."

By now, her pouting was more than obvious, and she wasn't trying to hide it. Maybe she can get out of this by being cute enough. It's not that she didn't think he could mess with her - Flora just knew he was a lot more creative than her when it came to his retaliation. Most of the time.

[vadlings]

i played syndicate recently

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