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the television screen is the retina of the mind’s eye.

👁‍🗨 therefore the television screen is part of the physical structure of the brain? 

👁‍🗨 therefore whatever appears on the television screen emerges as raw experience  for those who watch it?

👁‍🗨 therefore television is reality, and reality is less than television!

independent roleplay blog for an original horror character based off of the magnus archives. est. 06/20, re-est. 08/24. please read pinned before interacting.

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FATHER'S DAY.

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i need to do replies i've been so out of it.

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haytham is so kiddway baby to me i'll never stop being a truther.

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shadow the hedgehog real-time fandub starter sentences.

a collection of thirty starters from snapcube's rtfd, part 1/?

"it feels like every day is the same."

"[name], it's me: the devil!"

"i'm here to convince you to do sin!"

"okay, fine! i'll sin, i'll sin, i'll sin!"

"i've outsmarted you once again!"

"if you take one step, it's blicky with a sticky all over your goddamn body."

"hey there, it's me again! i have a fun new sin idea!"

"you ever been to church? you ever read a bible?

"i feel like it's a pretty simple premise."

"i let him in here as a joke!"

"i've eaten nothing but drywall for the past three years."

"they would've answered the call. they would've been here to kill me immediately."

"the best way to sin would be killing the president."

"my sin is about to be murdering you. get away from me."

"seems like your true sin is coveting my awesome swag."

"something just happened."

"it seems i have fallen off the path. greh!"

"whoa, you've got really supple shoulders."

"i need to update my audio equipment. i have updated my audio equipment."

"long time no see, bud!"

"you're not killing the president before me!"

"how'd you get those, man? how'd you get those, man?!"

"excellent fucking question! anyway, time for me to ascend!"

"the only one that can ascend is the lord, our saviour, jesus christ."

"i'm going to become the one being more powerful than jesus: the president of the united states."

"you confused sinning with legality."

"killing the president is actually pretty good. that's gonna get you into heaven."

"oh yeah, of course, leave! without giving me a goddamn answer!"

"now listen here! you hear that? that's right: nothing!"

"you look like you're gonna be the president of hell."

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revolutionary girl utena starter sentences.

part one! a collection of quotes from the anime. feel free to alter as needed.

but was that really such a good idea?

despite my looks, i'm a normal girl, and all i want is a totally normal boy!

if it cannot break out of its shell, the chick will die without ever being born.

let's have tea and laugh together ten years from now, okay? promise?

he who believes friendship exists is a fool.

didn't you know? i'm a fool.

what a coincidence. that tea is poisoned too.

i exploited your innocence. i encroached upon your kindness. i'm sorry, i've been unfair to you. i've betrayed you all along.

i was the one who cheated you! i was the one who used you! i was the one who betrayed you!

open your heart and talk to people, and anybody would accept you, i'm sure!

what i'm doing now is taking back who i used to be!

i came to save you. i came here to meet you.

i guess, in the end, i couldn't be a prince. forgive me, for pretending to be a prince.

at last! we finally meet!

if it’s for someone you love… how you feel about others doesn’t matter. you keep lying to yourself for as long as it takes.

people find it hard to doubt those they've fallen in love with. they can't even imagine they're being deceived and used.

i feel it’s hard for me to deal with a place where there are so many people. somehow, they all start to look the same, and that frightens me.

i thought that no matter what befell my body, my heart wouldn't feel the pain.

by all means, stay in this cozy little coffin. but i have to go now.

now it's my turn to go. no matter where you are, i'll find you for sure. wait for me.

women who cannot become princesses have no choice but to become witches.

sincerity by itself changes nothing. without power, one finds themselves merely depending on others to live.

if you won't defend what's precious to you, people will take it from you.

it's like something was stolen from you and made you a coward!

when everything around you is impure, you have no choice but to become impure yourself.

eternity means lasting forever, right? i... want eternity.

it's just that one could think that a heart that longs for eternity is beautiful.

she's a fool because she doesn't realise that her miracle is standing atop someone else's sacrifice.

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┌  Infinite list of favorite characters - Haytham E. Kenway - [ Assassins Creed 3 ] “The only difference, Connor – the ONLY difference between myself and those you aid – is that I do not feign affection. ”

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❝ Don't think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong... I will not weep and wonder what might have been... / — independent, private, selective haytham kenway from ubisoft's assassin's creed series. re-established in 2024. please read rules before interacting. ( promo credit. )

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How best to convey that he didn't care a tinker's fig for Nathaniel Sackett's standards? Best not to. He kept his expression impartial, resting his cheek on his knuckles, keeping those ocean eyes fixed on Tallmadge's face. "I can do most anything you ask for," he said easily. Half the encryption methods flying across the colonies had been invented by Templars; the other half weren't difficult to piece together, with the right tools. "As I said, I'm at your disposal. If you'd like to have someone check my work, feel free -- though it will slow things down, and it's a waste of time. I don't make mistakes." A bold claim, but he said it so plainly, with no braggadocio and all forwardness. A peculiar man, to be sure.

However, he bristled slightly at the other man's tangent about murdering children. His lips thinned, his shoulders tensed, and he narrowed his eyes. "Your sort, is it? You know, Mister Tallmadge, you're not polite." Perhaps he could have been more sympathetic, but they were at war, and he wasn't here to coddle soldiers who couldn't carry the load. "Why don't we stay on topic. Lead on, I'll follow."

"Fine," Benjamin agreed, for once not meeting the other man's clipped tone. "What encryption is your preferred method? My mentor, Nathaniel Sackett, is assuredly going to ask farther down the line, so I figured I'd spare you the trouble and ask now. He's far more--" peculiar; colorful "--particular than I am, so his standards will need to be met before you can begin."

Haytham's so-called regard for Washington made Benjamin's cheek twitch. "Yes," he treaded. "A commander you don't seem thrilled about following. So long as we keep this about the colonies and not personal vendettas, I think we can all be of use to one another."

The jab about the rum, perhaps a low blow, made a hint of color spear across Benjamin's cheeks and he huffed, absently fiddling with the saber on his hip. "Yes, well...when you have to brutally maim and murder young boys nearly every month, I suppose rum is a soothing alternative." His gaze sharpened. "I was a teacher before the war. I never dreamt I'd one day be killing children rather than instructing them. So yes...I suppose I should work on being cold and callous like all the rest of your sort."

Not wishing to argue, he raised a hand, his jaw clenching. "Apologies," he muttered, even though the word felt hollow. "If you're ready, I can take you to meet Mr. Sackett."

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"I'm not interested in the brothels," he said firmly, lips tight. He'd done enough of that in his youth, and hadn't so much as touched a woman since-- well. Men were another story, of course; they always had been. But he couldn't reach for the fairer sex without thinking of her. To stem the tide of memories, he raised a hand for drinks to be brought, then turned back to Fantine. "It's just as you said. I want information. Anything interesting you've noticed by the docks. Gossip you might have heard. Strange visitors."

She smirked, a flicker of pride glittering in her eyes with her ability to call his bluff. He didn't look like the other men in here, not the deckhands. If anything he looked like a captain or, curiously, someone with much more of a significant influence.

"And pray tell, what exactly does a man of your ilk expect to get from a woman like me?" Fantine almost laughed. Her eyes briefly met his before her gaze fell to the table, tracing grains in wood. "The classier brothels are further in town, Monsieur. Cost you a pretty penny, too."

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He had gotten a taste of Ottoman control in Turkey, when he'd gone to retrieve Jenny. For all that Britain exoticised and exaggerated the spread of Islam across the Mediterranean and Europe, Haytham had found it an empire much like any other: diverse, at times militant and at others content to rest on its laurels, weighing slaughter and subjugation against art and education. He had seen the best and worst of it, the grand mosques and synagogues, preserved texts the newly-established British Museum could only dream of, a mixing of cultures they certainly didn't get in the south of England; and the treatment of women, the maiming of men, but, well, that was everywhere. What had happened to Holden would remain with him forever, but he had not found the Ottomans uniquely cruel. How could he, living in the colonies? Anyone could rob another of a limb -- or a member.

"You've sailed into a bit of a situation," he said, with typical English gentility. "Boston is rather a powder keg. Some disagreement between the colonists and the Crown. You might find the locals... less than friendly, at present. If you come across trouble in the streets, I would suggest keeping out of it." That was for both of their sakes: half the trouble in Boston was stirred up by Haytham's own men.

"Yes, I'm sure there aren't too many Spartan women here." She set sail from England and the journey was far from the worst she'd had. But with her many, many years sailing the seas, she was prepared for anything the ocean could throw at her. It was always amusing to watch people's reactions when she mentioned Sparta, she wondered if people considered it a modern city, and while she will always call it a part of Greece, her home was now under Ottoman control. So many empires had come and gone in her years. She was certain the Ottomans wouldn't be the last. "Is there trouble stirring that I should be made aware of, Mr. Kenway?" Kenway, she had met a Kenway before... in the Carribean. Curious. "And how would you advise one to take care? I only stepped foot to shore today." Simple enough questions that she hoped would give her a better lay of the situation she may have been walking into.

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haytham and edward both serve 'a wifeguy without a wife is just a guy'.

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they speak of liberty and justice. but for whom? independent & selective RATONHNHAKÉ:TON "CONNOR" KENWAY, of ubisoft’s assassin's creed iii. / characterisation based on the game, headcanons, and the forsaken novel. /  verses available based on modern era, bridgerton, ac: unity, etc. / mun and muse 21+.  /  triggering content will be present, but tagged.  /  written by iris. / temp.

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it fucking sucks that getting impaled """kills you""" they should at least give you one freebie. i would look soooo sexy and boyish getting martyred on the spear