#i apologize for the swearing at the end

[meifaism]

F1 doodles i did during my breaks while working on a project~~

[rokso-o]

weekly dose of the lcf manhwa serotonin boost ✨

cale just looking good in every possible angle

GUESS WHO’S BACK?!

my mans is back 🥳🥳🥳

THIS GOT ME HAKDJDKHDDKJDKDJDDKDJ i WILL eat him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

cale in his actor era (he looks SO MF good in this i swear this man got me running LAPS also pan-nim i will never forget this service as long as i live . I COULD LITERALLY WRITE U. ESSAYS RN ABOUT HHISSSSS LIKE I CAN WAX U POETRY RIGHT NOW IM NOT EVEN CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYYY no cos u gotta me completelyy unhinged Nahhhhhhh nahhhhhhh)

and the TRUE highlights of this chapter

our cute, silly, grumpy little dragon. the shocked kittens. and best girl on. I SAID WHAT I SAID.

[delta-piscium]

part 2 | this is part two to this from Steve's perspective leading up to and including part one | cw unresolved angst [unfinished/for now not being worked on]

31 days until moving day.

Steve burst through the door to Family Video, swinging it open with way too much force. 

Robin jumps and opens her mouth, probably to tell him off for scaring her but he speaks before she gets the chance. 

“Eddie asked me to move to Chicago with him,” he blurts out, “Robin, he asked me to go with him.” 

Her eyes widen, “what did you say?” 

“That I’d go, of course,” he huffs. Like it’s even a question? like not going was ever an option?

Robin jumps over the counter squealing and hugs him so tight breathing becomes a little bit hard. 

“I’m moving away with Eddie,” he whispers into her hair, awed as he hugs her back. She somehow squeezes him even tighter and they stay like that for a minute until they have to actually do their jobs. 

An hour passes and Robin keeps shooting him contemplative looks.

“What?” He finally snaps after getting tired of waiting for her to say what she wants to say herself. 

She jumps again like she didn’t realize how obvious she was being, which honestly, she probably didn’t.

“Nothing, nothing.” 

“Robin,” he whines.

“Okay, just,” she scrunches her face up a bit and Steve knows that face, she’s trying to figure out how to say something to him she thinks he’ll react badly to. 

He narrows his eyes at her, bracing himself, “yes?” 

“I think you and Eddie are great together, and like I love you both and I am excited for you guys. You know that right?”

Steve nods, doesn’t say anything though, wants her to get to the point.

“I’m just also, maybe, a little bit worried.”

Steve’s eyebrows draw together, “what do you mean?” 

Robin is looking around nervously. Something heavy starts to form in Steve’s stomach. 

“You haven’t been together for very long and this is a big step. I just don’t wanna see either of you get hurt you know? I guess I’m just wondering if you’ve talked it all through? Because both of you have a tendency to jump into things without thought.”

They haven’t talked it through, not really. Eddie asked Steve to move, he said yes and that was pretty much it. It didn’t feel like they needed to talk it through though? Did they? Usually, they just dealt with things as they became relevant, that had worked for them so far. 

Robin must see something on his face because she quickly talks again, backtracking and interrupting his thoughts. 

“Not that I don’t think it will be great, you know I just worry about things a lot. This is my anxiety talking. You know what, ignore everything I just said. You two know what you’re doing.” 

He doesn’t want her to know she’s already put doubts in his head so even though he’s starting to freak out a little he smiles and shakes his head. 

“It’s fine Rob, I’m sure we will talk more with time.” 

22 days until moving day.

Steve meant it when he said he and Eddie would talk. Meant to ask about the logistics, meant to make sure they were on the same page, he really did. But every time the move comes up Eddie just seems so sure about it already. Steve doesn’t want to make him think he’s having second thoughts. Thinks maybe it’s better to not say anything, to wait and let it come up naturally. 

He thinks maybe they’ll talk about it tonight. The kids had joked about them all evening, about how fast they were moving.

Mike had made some snarky comment about them moving to a city where they knew no one and how awkward it would be if they crashed and burned and they’d have to share a bedroom. 

Eddie had laughed, said it was good they weren’t gonna crash and burn then. But, he’d also added that his band was also going so actually he would know people. 

It was just jokes, Steve knew that. That didn’t make it any less true though. Steve wouldn’t have anyone except Eddie, sure he liked the guys in his band but they weren’t his friends. Steve would have Eddie and Eddie would have his band. It suddenly seemed like a big deal.

He expects Eddie to also feel it, to get worried and bring it up but he doesn’t. If he is worried he isn’t saying anything, just like Steve isn’t.

8 days until moving day.

There’s a knock on Steve's door and when he opens Gareth is standing there. Steve is a lot confused about it but lets him in. 

“Uh,” he starts a little unsure, “do you want anything to drink or?” He offers, mostly because he doesn’t know what else to say or do. 

Gareth shakes his head, looking about as uncomfortable as Steve feels. Shuffling around where he’s standing and fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt. “No, I’m gonna leave again soon. I just came here to say something.” 

Steve gestures for him to speak, “I’m listening.” 

Gareth doesn’t immediately say anything, he shuffles some more and looks around the room before his eyes land on Steve again, a determined look in them. 

“Look, I like you. I know Eddie loves you.”

Steve can’t help but smile a little at that, even though he’s starting to suspect he’s in for a shovel talk. 

“And like, I probably wouldn’t do this if it weren’t for the fact that you haven’t dated for very long at all and are about to move in together in a city four hours away.”Gareth pauses and waits to speak again until Steve nods, showing he’s listening. 

“Eddie does things without thinking. He doesn’t think about the consequences, not anything, just does. I love that about him, it’s the reason our band has gotten anywhere at all, but it also means that he gets hurt a lot, disappointed a lot. He can handle it with most things, he won’t be able to handle it with you.”

“What are you saying?” Steve asks even though he’s pretty sure he already knows. 

Gareth looks pained but continues, “I’m saying that if you aren’t one hundred percent sure about moving with him, if you have any doubts at all, you can’t go.”

Steve can’t suppress his flinch. He expected Gareth to say he needed to be sure, that if he wasn’t he needed to tell Eddie. He wasn’t expecting him to say he shouldn’t, no, couldn’t go. 

Gareth catches it and narrows his eyes, “I mean it Steve, it will break him more if you go, let him think it’s gonna work and then leave, then if you don’t go at all.” He steps closer to Steve, getting into his space. “So, if you’re not absolutely sure,” he pauses, steps even closer, “Do. Not. Go.” He punctuates every word and then he turns on his heel and leaves.

6 days until moving day.

Steve needs to talk with Eddie about it now, can’t ignore it anymore. He isn’t gonna just not go like Gareth told him to do. No, he’ll talk to Eddie and it will be fine. 

They’re in his bed together, laying next to each other. Skin touching skin and a comfortable silence between them. Now is as good a time as any. 

“Hey, Eddie?” 

“Mhh?” He hums, shifting slightly next to him. 

“What happens if something goes wrong when we move?” 

Eddie snorts, “what? Like if we get a flat wheel? I know how to change a wheel, sweetheart.” 

Steve smiles despite his nerves, tries to not imagine what Eddie would look like changing a wheel. 

“Good to know, but no, not quite what I meant.” 

Next to him, Eddie props himself up on his elbow so he can properly look at Steve. 

“What did you mean?” He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind Steve’s ear as he speaks. Steve has to focus harder than he’d like to admit to not get lost in it. Even the smallest touches have an effect on him when it’s Eddie. 

“What if something happens with us?” His voice is small and he can’t look at Eddie, afraid of what his reaction might be. “Remember that thing Mike said about us not really knowing anyone there? Just, what would happen?” 

“Baby,” Eddie gently grabs Steve’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting his face towards him. Steve easily follows but closes his eyes. 

“Baby, please look at me,” Eddie’s voice is even softer than before, and Steve has always been weak when it comes to Eddie asking him to do things so he slowly blinks his eyes open.

“There you are,” he smiles, face open and tendrils of hair falling around it. He looks angelic and Steve almost forgets what they are talking about, too overwhelmed by the man next to him. 

Eddie keeps them on track though. 

“Like I told Mike, nothing will happen. We will be fine. But,” he continued before Steve can protest, “if something does, we both have jobs already, we’ve done this right. We will be able to save eventually. Quicker because we’re two people, paying rent and all that stuff on two salaries. If something happens we will have that security.” 

Steve relaxes then and Eddie must see it because he grins and continues, “now if you didn’t have a job then I’d be worried. I’m not cut out for all the responsibility of being the breadwinner, princess.”

Steve groans and shoves Eddie away. Mostly to hide the blush he can feel creeping up his face just from Eddie calling him princess. Judging by the way Eddie cackles he doesn’t have to see Steve blush to know the effect it has on him. 

He reaches out and pulls Steve in against his chest. “Worst case scenario we have to move back. Wayne will probably pretend to be unhappy about it but he’ll let me take over his trailer again. And, I know you have complicated feelings about this house, that your parents are the worst, but you’ll be able to come back if you need to.” 

“Okay,” Steve says, his worries mostly calmed. 

1 day until moving day. 

Steve and Eddie are spending the night apart. Eddie wanting to spend his last night with Wayne and both of them needing to do some last minute packing. 

Just as he finishes closing one of the last boxes the phone rings, he’s a bit confused about who would call him right now. His friends all having seen him earlier in the day to say goodbye. Maybe Eddie needs to double-check what time they decided to leave. 

He picks up but it’s not Eddie, or even one of the kids, who speaks.

“Steven,” his mother's shrill voice crackles on the other end of the line. 

“Hi mom,” he tries to hide his sigh as he speaks, doesn’t have the energy to get into anything with her right now, doesn’t want her to ruin his excitement. 

“I thought you were moving to Chicago alone?” 

His freezes, when he told his parents he was gonna move he didn’t say he was going alone but he also didn’t mention Eddie. He knew they wouldn’t like it, knew it would be easier to let them assume he was going by himself. 

“But I just got off a call with Mrs. Hagan and she told me that Tommy had said you were moving there with- with that cult boy? The one who’s wanted for murder?” 

Steve closes his eyes and this time he doesn’t bother hiding his sigh. Fucking Tommy, he’s always had a big mouth but Steve suspects that this hadn’t been him blabbering without thinking. No, Steve thinks Tommy knew exactly what he was doing telling his mom this piece of information. 

“His name is Eddie, and he was cleared of all charges. The ‘cult’ was literally just a school club.”

“So it’s true? You’re moving with him?” Her voice is sharp and even just hearing it over the phone makes him flinch.

“Yeah, we’re friends and it’s cheaper that way. We got a better apartment because we’re two people with a job each.” It’s such a simplification of the truth it’s almost a lie but Steve doesn’t think this is the time to come out to her. He hopes the ‘better apartment’ comment will calm her, it’s the sort of thing she cares about after all. Not for his safety and comfort though but for how it will reflect on her.

He’s not sure she actually hears him though because she hisses a vicious, “If you move with him you will not be welcome back Steven, this will be the last time we speak.” Before she hangs up on him. 

Steve carefully places the phone back in its cradle, then he’s left standing alone in the living room, both too shocked to move and not really shocked at all. 

He’s not close to his parents. Has slowly been understanding just how much they’ve neglected him. He’s been relieved about moving away, about being in another city where he won’t have to see them when they waltz back into town. But to never speak to them again? That’s a whole different thing. He still hoped that they’d be able to fix their relationship. That him not being dependent on them anymore would allow him to stand up for himself. That everything would get better. Now instead, the thing he thought would allow their relationship to get better is gonna destroy it forever. 

He debates calling Eddie, wants to tell him what his mom just said, wants to hear his voice, wants to let him make it better. He decides against it, he doesn’t wanna ruin Eddie’s last night with Wayne and he’ll see him tomorrow anyway. He can tell him in the car. 

He doesn’t call Robin either, she’ll insist on coming over and he knows she’s on a date with Nancy right now. He doesn’t wanna ruin that either, even though both of them will tell him he’s not, he knows he will be. He goes to bed instead, sleep seems like the best option right now, at least he won’t have to think if he’s asleep.

Moving day.

He ended up not really sleeping at all. Tossing and turning for hours and after finally falling asleep sometime in the early morning he wakes up just hours later from a nightmare. He doesn’t remember what it was about but can feel the lingering panic. He gives up on getting any more sleep, doesn’t wanna risk more nightmares when he’s alone.

He picks at his breakfast, still thrown off from the conversation with his mom the night before and not feeling like eating, so he gives up on that too. He spends the rest of the morning wandering around, touching the walls and the furniture in the house he grew up in. The house he’s been left alone in since he was nine. The house he both hates and loves. The house he will never be allowed to return to after today. 

Then the phone rings again, it’s probably his mom calling to ask if he’s decided to stay he thinks. It’s not, it turns out.

“Hi I’m Patricia, I’m looking for Steve Harrington?” A chipper voice says.

“This is him.”

“Okay well, good. I’m calling about a barista job you’re supposed to start with us next week.” 

“Yeah?” Steve chews on his cheek. 

“I’m so sorry but due to our rent being raised we’re having to do cutbacks. Since you haven’t signed your contract with us yet, it’s the first one to go.” 

“You’re firing me?” Steve asks, it’s not entirely right since he hasn’t started yet but it’s all he can think to say. 

“Essentially,” Patricia responds, “I’m sorry for the short notice.” 

“Okay,” he says, his voice void of emotion, “thank you for calling.” 

He hangs up without waiting for a response, he doesn’t have the energy to be polite. 

He barely has time to let the information sink in before his doorbell rings. Eddie on the other side of the door with a wide grin on his face. 

“Did you oversleep?” He jokes. 

Steve’s confused for a second but then he realizes he’s still in his pajamas, that he’s spent the whole morning wandering around like a ghost in his house not getting any of the things he needed to do done. 

He hasn’t packed the bag of all his essentials. He hasn’t gotten dressed. He hasn’t even brushed his teeth. What he has done is get fired from a job he never even started.

He sees Eddie’s teasing smile, the combination of it and his sudden joblessness tugs at something in his brain, brings back the conversation they had last week.

“Now, if you didn’t have a job then I’d be worried. I’m not cut out for all the responsibility of being the breadwinner princess.”

He doesn’t have a job. He’ll have to live off Eddie and what little savings he has left. Become a responsibility Eddie doesn’t want, a burden probably.

“Worst case scenario we move back”, “you’ll be able to come back if you need to.”

If he leaves now he won’t be able to come back. 

Gareths words play back in his mind too.

“if you have any doubts at all, you can’t go.”, “it will break him more if you go, let him think it’s gonna work and then leave, then if you don’t go at all.”

“I’m not going,” Steve hears himself say as he steps back from the hand Eddie reaches out to him. 

“You’re not-“ Eddie looks so confused. “Like today? Do you need extra time? We can postpone by a couple of days but-“

He’s not getting it. Steve interrupts him, needs to make him understand because he can’t listen to him try to come up with solutions. 

“No, Eddie. I’m not going it all.” 

The words feel wrong in his mouth but he forces them out anyways. 

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks and it fucking ruins him. He feels his carefully blank expression break, despair showing through. 

“I can’t leave Hawkins, the kids,” he has to look away from Eddie as he says this. Knows it’s the only thing Eddie won’t question, knows Eddie thinks he doesn’t mean as much to Steve as the kids do. “They need me.”

“When did you decide you weren’t going?” Eddie asks and Steve didn’t know it was possible but he breaks even more from that, from Eddie not fighting him. 

I didn’t, he thinks, I don’t know why I’m saying this now. If you ask me to stop and just go with you I will. 

“A couple of days ago,” he lies. 

It’s silent then, just their breathing and the distant sound of cars down the street being heard. Eventually, Eddie breaks it.

“Steve?”

His voice cracks in the middle. Steve can hear the plea for him to take it all back and he nearly does, has to swallow the words creeping up his throat before they get out. 

“I’m sorry,” he says instead. He turns around, closing the door behind him. Destroying their future and breaking the last bit of his heart in the process.

He doesn’t get more than two steps into the house before his legs give out beneath him. He stays there, sitting on the floor for what feels like forever. 

After some time he hears a car drive away and he knows Eddie has left. He feels silent tears start streaming down his face that soon turns into sobs. Making him curl in on himself and gasp for air. 

He doesn’t know how long he stays there, crying until he can’t anymore and then just sitting there. But after a while, he’s interrupted by a loud ringing. For the third time in less than twenty-four hours he picks up the god-forsaken phone. 

“Hello?” He rasps, his voice dull and raw from crying.

“Steven. You made the right decision and stayed I take it?” His mother asks.

“Yes.” He says and hangs up on her. 

[beaulesbian]

I mean, it’s pretty clear this season that Will has feelings for Mike. They’ve been intentionally pulling that out over the past few seasons. Even in Season 1, they hinted at that and slowly, slowly grew that storyline. I think for Season 4, it was just me playing this character who loves his best friend but struggles with knowing if he’ll be accepted or not, and feeling like a mistake and like he doesn’t belong. - Noah Schnapp (on WIll being in love with Mike)

[rainbowpufflez]

Bo’s favorite moment(s) from the XY manga is when Sycamore gets down on his knees TWICE!! to apologize to the kids

[walmart-miku]

Have some tiny chibi ssk and sskk I drew in spanish today friends :D

Going from tip to bottom we got present dazai, mafia dazai, chuuya (:D), atsushi (HE LOOKS SO BABY) and akutagawa

[zahroreadsthings]

Hitching a ride...

Check notes for previous instalments

You nod and pass him some money. You climb into the wagon and squeeze yourself between two other passengers. It’s nice to rest your back against the side of the wagon and stretch your legs. The passenger to your right begins sharpening their knife. Maybe you should have kept walking.

The wagon jolts and you hear a scrape against its bottom. You wince.

‘Not great, is it?’ the woman next to you says. ‘We don’t have trolls up here for maintenance and the witch of the roads is poorly. What brings you up here, anyway, dear?’

You tell her you want to apprentice yourself to the witch of the northwest, but you can’t remember which road to take to reach her. You’re too tired to feel shocked when she tells you there are multiple witches with different specialities.

‘Well, what you want to do is hop off at Ringle and strike up a conversation with anyone in the busiest tavern. They’ll be able to point you to where to go next.’

You pick up your bag as the wagon approaches a sign saying <- To Ringle. You shake your new friend’s hand and thank her for her help. It’s now late afternoon and the air is growing colder. You shiver - your clothes from the south were not made for this weather. You head straight for the busiest tavern.

[lovelylunas-world]

ANYONE ELSE?

Neymar is just plain disrespectful, has no shame and he doesn’t care I’m so glad bruna’s sister is speaking up cause I know someone their has common sense. Bruna only wants her daughter to have a family keep talking about money stfu I don’t get why people are blaming her BLAME HIM HE CHEATED HES CHOOSING TO DO THIS ALL THE TIME

He gonna get a very rude awakening once he daughter is older (KARMA)

[teecupangel]

Hey there!

I don't know if you take requests for character analyses (if you don't just ignore this), but I would really like to see your take on Desmond Miles since, for some reason, I can't really seem to wrap my head around him, which has resulted in me finding him almost boring, and I would like to remedy that.

I'm particularly interested in what you believe to be to be his biggest flaws and where they come from, since that's what usually compels me the most about a character, and also what I have trouble with finding in Desmond.

I’m fine with any analysis requests that get sent my way :)

Although, I do wonder if I’m the right person to analyze Desmond since character analysis is meant to be as nonbias as possible but I’m me and y’all know how much I love Desmond at this point. XD

I will do my best though but it is my duty to remind you that this analysis is written by someone who loves Desmond so, yeah, some of that love will bleed thru in this analysis.

Also, as this would get pretty long if I do a complete character analysis, I’ll focus on what compelled me to Desmond which, I believe, is connected to your question about what his flaws are and where they come from.

What compelled me to Desmond:

Nolan North’s Voice

He’s voiced by Nolan North and I’ve been in love with Nolan North’s voice since I played Spec Ops the Line. Haha, no, that’s half a joke and my obligatory “Nolan North fangirling” out of the way. Also, no joke, Nolan North was able to give Desmond a compelling voice that helped mold his character in my eyes and ears. I never once heard Desmond speak and thought "oh, that's Nathan Drake" which is funny since Nolan North uses similar voices for the two of them. With what he's given, Nolan North was able to make Desmond unique from his other characters, making him a charming and adorable dumbass with more depth than he usually shows.

Endless Potential

This was what compelled me to him because his part in the series felt like it was building for something more. If we were to believe what Nolan North said in this video (around the 33~34 minute mark), Desmond was meant to have a bigger part in the story. The ultimate Assassin with the ability to time travel, most probably to help change the past and tragedy of his ancestors and to usher in a brighter future for the Brotherhood and mankind. The one who will finally end the endless war between the Assassins and the Templars.

But then Ubisoft screwed that up and wasted Desmond’s potential.

But from their actions were born endless potential. For as long as there are fans who create new stories with Desmond in them, Desmond lives up to that endless potential. By destroying Desmond’s potential, Ubisoft unintentionally created a character with endless potential given to him by those who create stories where he is resurrected or never died in the first place.

And that endless potential is what brings new ideas and scenarios for our dear poor Desmond to get involved with. XD

Desmond and His Ancestors

Kenway-Patented Daddy Issues

So let’s start with Ratonhnhaké:ton because there are some people who say that Desmond and Ratonhnhaké:ton are quite similar to one another but, let’s be honest, most of those comparisons stem from their similar ‘tense’ relationship with their father. Desmond and Ratonhnhaké:ton mirror each other because of that relationship and they showed two contrasting ‘endings’:

Ratonhnhaké:ton had wanted to build a bridge between himself and his father but ended up killing Haytham because of their differences and their stubbornness to yield to the other’s wishes and demands.

On the other hand, Desmond let go of whatever animosity he felt for his father and made up with him in the end even though there have been hints of how deeply Bill mistreated his son (either thru neglect or actual abuse is up to interpretation) that should have been given more time to talk about than... two-ish voice messages.

This is more my opinion but Desmond forgiving his father and trying to make amends is because he wished to grant Ratonhnhaké:ton’s wish in some form. Perhaps even his Bleed of Ratonhnhaké:ton is the reason why he felt the desire to make amends because he’s seeing a lot of Haytham Kenway in Bill. In his Bleed-’corrupted’ mind, this could be counted as Ratonhnhaké:ton getting his wish.

The Legend Everyone Wants Him To Become

Lucy said it herself, they’re using the Bleeding Effect to jumpstart and cheat their way into making Desmond an Assassin. But is that really their end goal? Sure, Lucy had the ulterior motive of the Templars wanting to get the POE that had been under Ezio’s care but the Assassins themselves want Desmond to become an Assassin as quickly as possible.

We can even make an argument that they want Desmond to not be an Assassin like Ezio Auditore but to be Ezio Auditore.

Because Ezio Auditore was seen as a success story by the Assassins. They didn’t know how he had almost been so close to giving up the Creed during his later years, they didn’t know how he left the Brotherhood because he had enough…

They remember Ezio Auditore as this great man, this legend.

And the Bleeding Effect gave them the tool to try and recreate this legend in Desmond Miles.

Also, the way Lucy, Shaun, and Rebecca supported Desmond is similar to how Mario and the members of the Italian Brotherhood in AC2 supported Ezio.

In some ways, they were using Desmond/Ezio to get what they want. Desmond and Ezio are the ones risking their lives the most (either in the field where anything and everyone can kill him with Ezio or in a high-tech device that could destroy his mind with Desmond) while their allies kept information from them “until the time is right” (mostly Bill and, by extension, Lucy) and supported them from the shadows instead.

The Distorted Mirror

For me, Desmond is actually more of Altaïr’s foil and a distorted mirror image of Altaïr because:

Both of their mothers are quite the blank slate with Maud only known as a Christian member of the Levantine Brotherhood but never confirmed to be an actual Assassin while Desmond’s mother has never been officially called an Assassin, only a member of the Brotherhood like Maud.

Both were born and raised in Assassin ‘strongholds’, isolated from the rest of the world. How similar their upbringing was is open for interpretation but, considering how Desmond never talked about any specific children from the Farm and didn’t talk about his life as a bartender or any of his coworkers and the only person that treats Altaïr like an old friend was an informant in Damascus (if we do not count Rauf who looks like he’s friendly with everyone and Kadar who is more on the side of hero-worship for Altaïr than being a friend of equal grounds), we can safely assume they were both lonely (especially after Abbas and Altaïr’s friendship went to hell).

Both of them were trained to be Assassins at an early age but where Altaïr thrived and became one of the best Assassins in the Levantine Brotherhood (and, later on, in history), Desmond saw himself as a failure.

Speaking of which, they both have father figures who trained them to be Assassins but where Al Mualim succeeded in creating a valuable weapon, Bill failed.

Both of them, at some point in their lives, thought about running away. Altaïr had been ready to leave Levant with Adha but stayed instead after her death. Desmond, on the other hand, actually ran away and created a new life out of the reach of the Brotherhood.

Altaïr is known for saying “How can I regret the only life I have ever known?” which echoes Desmond’s regrets of running away from his Assassin lineage.

Desmond had talked about how he wished people had told him things, had explained things to him, and given him information that would have made him understand that the Assassins and Templars were real. He even tells Shaun that he would have loved to have been a know-it-all in the Desmond_01.WAV in AC Valhalla. Altaïr is known to hoard knowledge (his library) and is a scholar as well. They both desired knowledge but where Altaïr sought and hoarded it, Desmond simply… wished for it.

There are other comparisons of how similar they are but distorted in some way to make them unique from one another (like how their canon love interest (sorta in Desmond’s case) died because of them in some form or another) but those are some of the major ones in my opinion.

So, you might be wondering, why did I focus so much on Desmond’s ancestors when this is meant to be a character analysis of Desmond himself?

Because that is one of his flaws.

Desmond has and will always be compared to his ancestors, both in universe and in meta. One can only imagine how Desmond felt about being compared to his ancestors.

Well...

We can actually guess how he felt about that because...

Another one of his flaws is how he saw himself as a failure and his feeling of being never enough, of being a failure stems from, you guessed it, William Fucking Miles:

I—I had failed you, and you KNEW it. But you said nothing. I stayed mad. For weeks. I thought you were...you were patronizing me. I thought maybe you decided right there that I was never going to be the man you wanted me to be... (Noob’s Personal Files: "Subject Zero" - audio file 3)

The rest of the audio file talked about how Desmond had misunderstood Bill’s actions but what kind of upbringing would he have to have had that his first thought when he was praised was that it was a lie? Instead of immediately believing the praises given to him by his own father, he assumed that he had failed and his father had given up on him?

Desmond couldn’t even see his own accomplishment:

Desmond: I wanted out. I wanted my own life. To live my own way. Sixteen years old. And where was I going? No idea. Just away. That's it. That was the plan. Not much of one. They never guessed what I was doing, because I didn't know what I was doing. I just walked right out. Someone realized I was gone. They shouted. I started running.

William: Desmond! Desmond!

Desmond: I just ran and ran and ran. All that training was finally worth something. God, it was so dark when I left. And the forest... endless. I didn't dare take the roads.

Mother: Desmond, where are you?

Desmond: Mother, calling out. Begging me to stay. But I wouldn't. I followed the hills down. Down until I hit a stream. I followed that to a river, and from the river to an old access road. I walked for hours that day, the summer sun keeping me warm well into the evening. Found a clearing after dark. Fell asleep beneath the stars. Never had a quieter night. Not before or since. Walking, too scared to hitch a ride. What the hell was I doing? Lost in the badlands for a day. Felt like a week. Endless ocean of wrinkled earth. Can't believe a place could look so dead. (AC Revelations Escape)

A secured location run and protected by adult Assassins couldn’t catch a 16 year old kid? Even if it’s just his parents who went after him, two adults with more experience couldn’t catch him? This only shows that Desmond had the skills. A sixteen years old who had NEVER left the Farm further than what his training and his parents had allowed was able to evade those who were training him his entire life.

Yet, he still thought that he had been a failure. That memory of Bill praising him for doing a good job and him believing that Bill had given up on him stayed with him and made him believe he was a failure for a very long time.

And this was a man who stayed out of the whole Assassin and Templar business for nine years until he grew complacent and tried to treat himself with a motorcycle license (which might show how bored he was with his life as a bartender and wanted some excitement in his life… like a really fast vehicle)

Bill described Desmond as:

This... boy had no ambition. No direction. No plans for the future. What he DID have was a heritage. One he chose to deny. (AC3 Intro)

But then you get to Desmond’s audio files in AC Valhalla where he talked to Shaun about what the Creed means and he says this:

Anyway, my dad has mellowed over the years. But he was strict when we lived on the Farm. He ran a tight ship. I never got the impression that I was free to choose my path forward. Our creed, our tenets, they were drilled into my head. By the time I was a teenager, I was following these rules out of a sense of duty. This was... just what we did. (Layla Hassan’s Personal Files Desmond_01.WAV)

Just like Altaïr, the life of an Assassin was the only life Desmond had and he felt like he never had a choice. He was envious of Shaun who decided to become an Assassin out of his own free will.

But running away?

Denying his lineage?

That was the very first ‘choice’ he ever made for himself.

And this brings us to what Desmond desired most of all:

His “I wanted my own life.” in AC Revelation’s Escape is another excuse he tells himself. Because what he truly wanted was:

A Place to Belong.

After nine years of being away, my old bitterness was back. I was tired again. I didn't want to admit that moving forward might mean taking a step back. But the shine of the city had faded. The freedom I felt was hollow without old friends, without family. (AC Revelations Regret)

But then Desmond started saying these lines:

And suddenly, I wanted it all back. All that training, all that time. But I couldn't. Those days. They were gone. (AC Revelations Regret)

Not until you guys found me. Yeah. It wasn't until I met you and Becs and Lucy that I knew... I knew I wanted to be an Assassin. (Layla Hassan’s Personal Files Desmond_01.WAV)

I know my easiest days are behind me. But I don't want them back. Not now. My name is Desmond Miles... and I am an Assassin. I AM an Assassin. (AC Revelations Regret)

But then compare that to how Desmond was in AC1:

Lucy: Why'd you run away?

Desmond: I could never leave the compound. You have any idea what it's like being trapped in a place, knowing there is a whole world out there I'd never get to see?

Lucy: Don't you miss your parents?

Desmond: No. Far as I'm concerned, they weren't my parents. They were my wardens and I was their prisoner.

Lucy: It sounds like they only wanted to protect you.

Desmond: With all that's happened... I don't know. I guess they were right. (AC1, after the first memory block)

What changed?

Is it because Desmond knew what it was like to be part of a team? Of what it’s like to be an Assassin?

Yes but it’s a little bit more complicated than that.

Desmond felt like he belonged with the Assassins but he made one big mistake: he thought he meant the Assassins as they were are right now.

But what he truly desired, the place that he believed he could belong was the Brotherhood of olds.

The Levantine Brotherhood under Altaïr as the mentor.

The Italian Brotherhood under Ezio as the mentor.

Those were the 'memories' he had of what it meant to be part of a Brotherhood.

Then he started reliving Ratonhnhaké:ton’s life (one who did not have a Brotherhood, instead a village that left him behind and an old man too jaded to truly guide him without letting his past and guilt drive a wedge between them) and those messages he left for Bill? The acceptance? The forgiveness?

They were created after experiencing the pain and loneliness that Ratonhnhaké:ton went thru. It was created after he felt the sorrow of having a father that will never accept him for who he was.

They were left by a man who felt the regrets of someone close to him, could feel himself be him at times, and wished for another ending.

A… happier one.

Desmond’s line of

My name is Desmond Miles... and I am an Assassin. I AM an Assassin.

Becomes bittersweet because, yes, he had accepted who he was meant to be from the start but, thanks to the Bleeding Effect, we never got to know if the kind of Assassin he was ever meant to be was one that was truly Desmond Miles or…

Someone trying to live up to the memories of his ancestors.

[emile-hides]

Hello Romantic Killer tag I am back I finished the show Riri’s still on Thin Fucking Ice but I will concede it was worth the watch and I am looking forward to a season two if it gets one

[coop-of-coffee]

Ted Lasso 3x03 spoilers

unreal to me that some people are afraid that Trent will leak the fact that Colin is gay. this is the man that gave up his career because the article he was asked to publish went against his principles and was unfair to Ted. be serious.

[skyward-floored]

First piece of writing I post in several weeks and it’s from a silly au I only just thought up three days ago. what is life.

Anyways Incredibles AU airplane scene go!

————————————————————

Time had been awake for several hours before anything happened.

He was suspended a few feet off the floor by some sort of energy field-contraption, arms outstretched and held tightly in place. His whole body ached from whatever sedative had been pumped into him when he’d been caught, (and he was still cursing himself for being caught—) and none of his powers looked like they’d be enough to get him out either.

So he waited.

He was beyond stiff by the time the door finally opened, Dark Link striding in with Sheik following a little ways behind. He walked right up to where Time was held, then gave him a huge grin.

“You, sir....truly are the Fierce Deity!” he said with a laugh, sounding thrilled. “You know, I was right to idolize you. I always knew you were tough, but tricking the probe by hiding under the bones of another super?”

Time lowered his head at the reminder of finding the bones of Darmani. I hope you’re resting easy brother.

Dark Link shook his head in disbelief, pacing slowly around in front of Time. “Incredible! I’m still reeling.” He grinned. “You really are something.”

Then he let out a rather theatrical sigh, pausing in his steps.

Time stiffened.

“And then you just had to ruin it all,” Dark Link said mournfully. “I mean really? The great and powerful Fierce Deity calling for help?”

He scoffed, and Time blinked at him in confusion.

What?

“Stuck in my lair and what do you do? Boo hoo, help me help me, I’m completely helpless,” Dark Link said in a mocking voice, then whipped around and jabbed a finger towards Time’s face. “Who did you contact.”

Time stared at him, feeling nothing but confusion.

“What are you talking about?” he muttered, and Dark Link’s eyes narrowed.

He tapped something on the band around his wrist, and Time was suddenly filled with a shooting stabbing agony, electricity coursing through his entire body.

It only lasted a few seconds but he couldn’t help the cry it tore out of him, gasping heavily once it was done.

Dark Link clasped his arms behind his back, cape rippling as he moved. “I am referring to last night at 23:07 hours while you were snooping around. You sent out a homing signal,” he snapped, and Time raised his head to look at him.

“I didn’t know... about any homing device,” he bit out, then screamed as another jolt went through him, this one lasting several seconds longer.

Dark Link clenched his fists as he continued to electrocute Time, ignoring his cries. “And now a government plane is requesting permission to land here! Who did you contact?” he shouted, and finally took his finger off his wrist.

Time spasmed with leftover electricity, and barely managed to drag in a gasping breath.

“I didn’t s-send... for any... one...” he said weakly, and Dark Link whipped around towards Sheik.

“Play the transmission,” he growled, and after a moment’s preparation Sheik pressed a button on the control panel.

And a voice Time would know absolutely anywhere filtered through the line.

“Hyrule Flyer Niner-Niner checking in. VFR on top...“

“Malon...!” he gasped, and Dark Link grinned.

“So you do know these people!” he said cheerfully, and Time felt his heart fall straight into his stomach. “Well in that case, I think I’ll send them a little greeting.”

The Shadow met his eyes, the smile never leaving his face.

“It’s only polite you know.”

(...)

Malon ran a hand through her hair, letting out an uneasy sigh.

Her thoughts were racing, and only getting worse the closer the plane got to the tracking beacon in Time’s armor. It was a good thing flying a plane kept one’s attention fairly well, or she probably would have driven herself nuts by now questioning what exactly her husband had gotten himself into.

A hand settled over hers and she looked over at the other person with her, Twilight giving her a gentle smile.

Bless her son. He’d insisted on coming along when he’d caught her suiting up, asking her increasingly worried questions until she’d broken down and told him about everything that had happened. She’d wanted him to stay and help handle things at home, but he’d insisted, refusing to let her go alone.

He didn’t even know anything about flying, but he helped where he could, and learned pretty fast considering he’d never stepped foot in a plane before.

Despite the danger, Malon was immensely grateful to have him.

“Hey,” Twilight said, interrupting her thoughts, “it’ll be all right, we’ll find him. No matter what ridiculous mess he’s gotten himself into.”

He squeezed her hand and she nodded, managing to scrounge up a smile for him. “Thank you hun. Would you mind setting my bag in the back? I’d bet you could use a stretch and I can handle things for a little while.”

Twilight nodded and stood up, taking her suggestion and stretching as he grabbed her bag and made his way to the passenger area.

A few moments later she heard a loud “ow!”

“Legend?!”

Malon snapped her head up, quickly setting the plane to autopilot before marching into the other room. And sure enough, Legend sat on one of the seats, holding her bag and rubbing his head as Twilight blinked at him in disbelief.

“Link Legend Forester!” she said as he set her bag down, “What on earth—“

“It’s not my fault!” he immediately defended, raising both hands up in surrender, “Wind was the one who wanted to—“

Wind suddenly poked his head up from a row back. “That’s not true! You were the one who said—“

“I did not!”

“Wind?!” Malon gasped at the same time as Twilight did.

Legend and Wind continued to talk over each other, completely ignoring her and Twilight.

“—follow you and came on the plane so I came here and you closed the doors before I could find him and then you took off and it’s not my fault—“

“—"Something’s up with Mom. We have to find out what!" That’s what you said! And it was all your idea! Yours! Hundred percent all-yours, all-the-time idea!" Wind yelled, and Twilight let out a piercing whistle.

The two stopped shouting and looked at him, shrinking under his gaze.

“And how many more of you are here?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, and the two stowaways gave each other a look.

“No one.”

“Just us.”

“Nobody at all,” Wind repeated, right as Wild wandered in from the back, slurping a juice box.

“Oh. We done with the stowaway thing?” the champion asked as he looked at them all, and Legend groaned and slapped his forehead.

“Well we are now!”

Malon pressed a hand to her face, taking a deep, even breath. “Is there anyone else?”

The cabin was silent for several long moments, then Hyrule slowly walked out from the back row, awkwardly shuffling his feet.

She scanned her boys, giving them all the evil eye before placing a hand on her hip as she shook her head. She loved them all, she really did, but sometimes they just did not listen.

“At least tell me Four isn’t here,” she sighed.

A cacophony of voices immediately leapt to reassure her, spouting all about how he’d been working on a project so they’d left him a note and leftovers and yes mom we were being responsible and didn’t just leave him all alone we asked Groose to come by in the afternoon—

“You let Groose in our house?” Twilight interrupted, and Wild crossed his arms.

“Sun can vouch for him, he’ll be fine! He doesn’t even have to barely do anything anyways, Four’s responsible! He can handle it.”

“Right, like he handled helping with Wind’s science project?” Legend muttered, and Wind shrugged.

“How was he supposed to know I’m allergic to shellfish?”

“BOYS!”

Everybody winced and looked apologetically at Malon, who gave them all a firm look. “Warriors isn’t around here somewhere is he?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, and Hyrule shook his head.

“No, we couldn’t get ahold of him,” he said, and Malon knew Hyrule at least wouldn’t lie to her. “Otherwise we would’ve had him stay with Four.”

“Of course, if Four had realized what we were doing he totally would’ve come,” Wind interjected, and several glares were shot his way.

“Anyways,” Malon continued, “While I would’ve preferred you to have gotten someone else to check in on Four—“ literally anyone else, she thought with a hint of exasperation, “—I’m glad he isn’t alone. Now as for you all—“

An alert blared from the cockpit, and she frowned, turning back into the area and looking at the dashboard.

Her eyes immediately widened at the sight on the radar in front of her, and she stared out the window, praying she was wrong. But sure enough two lights were streaking towards the plane, and she felt her stomach sink.

Missiles. Heading directly at them.

She practically flung herself into the pilot’s chair, snapping the plane off of autopilot and began to prepare for evasive maneuvers.

“Hold on!” she yelled behind her, and Twilight almost immediately joined her side.

“What the— missiles?!” he gaped, “we didn’t even do anything!”

Malon didn’t reply, instead clicking on the radio. “Hyrule Flyer Niner-Niner transmitting in the blind guard. Disengage! Repeat, disengage!” she shouted through her headset, but there was no response.

She pulled the plane into a sharp swerve, her sons yelling in the back as she sent the two missiles crashing into each other. But as soon as those were gone four more appeared, from slightly different directions.

She gritted her teeth as she plunged into a steep dive and attempted to contact the island again.

 (...)

“Disengage! Repeat, disengage! Friendlies!”

Time’s heart sped up the more he heard of his wife’s voice, every bit of her hidden panic only doubling his own. He had a perfect view of the radar screen, several flashing dots rapidly chasing after a big one that kept swerving in dizzying evasive maneuvers.

And all Dark Link did was stand there, looking faintly amused by the whole thing.

“Call them off,” Time finally choked out, “call them off Dark I’ll do anything—“

The Shadow finally glanced over, crossing the room and giving a sad shake of his head as he approached his prisoner.

“Too late!” he said with a shrug, meeting Time’s panicked gaze. “...literal years too late.”

 (...)

“Friendlies at two-zero miles south-southwest of your position. Angels 10. Track east. Disengage!” Malon shouted through the radio as she pulled back up, sending at least one projectile into the ocean below her.

Twilight was doing all he could to help, and Malon was hardly a bad pilot but unless a miracle occurred they weren’t getting out of this.

Legend seemed to come to the same realization, and he whipped his head towards his brother. “Hyrule!” Legend said suddenly, the brunette in question trying not to fall over, “You have to use your Shield around the plane!”

Hyrule looked at him, a thin spark of panic in his eyes as he looked down at his hands. “But— but mom said we weren’t supposed to use our powers!” he said, Legend steadying his arm when the plane dove to the side.

Malon bit her lip as she heard them talk, dragging the plane back again. “I know what I said, but listen to what I’m saying now, you need to do your shield,” Malon urged him, but Hyrule looked frozen.

She pulled the plane into a quick roll, sending her passengers all yelling as they were flung around. “Disengage. Repeat, disengage!” she repeated through the radio despite knowing it wouldn’t make an ounce of a difference.

A missile nearly clipped them and someone yelped.

“Mom?” Wind said in a voice full of barely-held-back panic, looking out the window where he could see several missiles flying towards them.

“Hyrule! Shield!”

Hyrule bit his lip and tried to form his shield, hands shaking as a faint reddish glimmer appeared around them. It kept growing to about the size of his head before sputtering out, and he only looked more frantic the longer he tried.

Malon bit her lip so hard she drew blood and yelled into the radio again, desperation coloring her voice. “Mayday, mayday! Hyrule Flyer niner-niner is buddy-spiked! Abort! Abort! There are children aboard—“

(...)

 “—say again, there are children aboard—!”

“NO!” Time roared, and Dark Link barely spared him a glance.

“Sir?” Sheik asked, hesitation in her voice.

Dark Link waved her on to continue.

 (...)

“Hyrule! Put a shield around us!” Wind yelped as they abruptly lurched downwards.

“I’ve never done one this big!” Hyrule stuttered, hands shaking more the longer he tried, and Wild grabbed his arm as well, trying to steady him so he could work.

“Hyrule please honey, do it now!” Malon begged as she turned back to the radio. “Abort, please abort, abort—“

“I— I can’t I’m sorry—“

“Abort ABORT!”

Twilight abruptly grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the controls and then rammed the door of the plane open. He shoved his brothers out before grabbing Malon’s hand and jumping himself.

About a second later the plane exploded behind them.

The force of it hit her and Malon momentarily blacked out, Twilight still clutching her hand. When her eyes flickered back open she was still falling, her sons screaming around her, and she gasped as she snapped back to awareness.

She saw Wind frantically snatching at the winds whipping around them, trying to slow everyone’s fall, and while he did succeed enough for them not to hit the water too hard it still hurt, and Malon drew in a gasp at how cold it was. She choked on the water she accidentally breathed in, and swam for the surface, breaching with a gasp.

“Mom!” she heard someone shout once she surfaced, and saw Twilight swim over to her, face white.

He had Wind on his back, the younger boy looking exhausted from using his power so much, and Legend was next to them, helping Hyrule stay up. Wild was doing okay by himself, but every one of them looked pale and shocked, even Twilight.

“All right, okay, everyone calm down,” she soothed as several of them began to speak as they gathered around her, “Now I’ll tell you what we’re not going to do. We’re not going to panic, we’re not going—“

“LOOK OUT!” Wild suddenly yelled, and Malon and Twilight had just enough time to drag them all away under the water before one of the plane’s turbines crashed into the ocean nearly on top of them. Malon waited a few seconds before releasing the arms she had grabbed, and watched as a trailing missile fell after the turbine, hitting the bottom and exploding.

She surfaced again to every single one of her sons panicking.

“Oh my gosh,” Hyrule choked out, “it blew up. It blew up—“

“Who’s idea was this anyway?” Wild gasped, sounding on the verge of hyperventilating.

“It almost hit us,” muttered Legend, and clutched at a piece of floating wreckage. “A couple meters closer and—“

“We’re dead! We’re dead!” Wind kept repeating in a rapidly increasing panic, his eyes blown wide, “we’re dead!”

“What do we do?” Twilight asked with a shell-shocked expression.

“We survived but we’re dead!”

“HEY!” Malon yelled, and her sons all snapped their gazes towards her. “We are not going to die! Not if I have anything to say about it! Now all of you will get a grip or so help me I will ground you for a month! Understand!?”

The group went quiet, and they all eventually nodded, though their faces were still pale.

Malon blew out a breath, wiping some wet hair out of her face. “Good.“

She gave them a tight-lipped smile, pushing aside her own worry and terror at having come so close to losing both her own life and her sons.

“Now let’s focus on doing something useful.”

(...)

“We have a confirmed hit. Target was destroyed,” Sheik said in a quiet voice.

Time stared at the ground, bangs falling in his eyes as his breath came in ragged gasps, unwilling to fully process what the words Sheik had spoken truly meant.

No.

No.

“Ah, you’ll get over it,” Dark Link drawled, stretching a bit. He smiled up at Time, still standing directly in front of him. “after all, I seem to recall you prefer to work alone...?”

Time grit his teeth and felt the wave of shock and disbelief turn abruptly into one of pure rage.

He snapped his head up and lunged forward for Dark, but Sheik reacted a split second before he did and knocked her boss out of the way. Time ended up grabbing her instead, and he held an arm around her waist while the other pressed against her neck, glaring at Dark Link as she gasped in surprise.

“Release me. NOW!” he shouted as she struggled, and Dark Link raised an eyebrow.

“Or what?”

Time tightened his grip and Sheik sucked in a breath. “I’ll crush her.”

Dark Link tapped his chin with a finger, looking vaguely impressed. “Ooh, that’s a little dark for you... you know what? Go ahead,” he shrugged.

Sheik gasped and Time tightened his grip yet again. “It’ll be easy.”

Dark Link chuckled. “Well then go right ahead, show me.”

Time grit his teeth as Dark Link watched him, feeling Sheik’s pulse beat rapidly from where his arm was wrapped across her neck. It would be so easy. One quick movement and the heartbeat he could feel would stop and the anger boiling in his blood would be released and his family—

His family—

His family would still be dead.

The fight drained out of him and he dropped Sheik with a shaking sigh. She fell to her knees and sucked in a breath, then looked up in disbelief at her employer who so obviously cared nothing for her life. Dark Link barely spared her a glance, staring coldly at Time.

“I knew you couldn’t do it,” he sneered, cape swishing around him, “even though you’ve got nothing to lose! You’re weak,” he spat, then turned and began to walk out of the room.

“...and I’ve outgrown you.”

Sheik finally got to her feet and glanced at Time, who if he’d been looking at her would’ve caught sight of a truly worried and grieved expression shot his way.

Then she was gone and Time let himself cry.

[konfizry]

okay i admit i'm mildly intrigued by that ot3 reblog tagged with vhalphion (?) so would you elaborate? are vholran and alphen also involved with each other? is this just alphen->shionne<-vholran? how chaotic is this and how did it come to be? how did the others react? 🎤

Gah! The vholran/alphen/shionne stuff is mostly a meme to me!!!!!!

Unlesssssss……… 

So, in the context of that post, I think, in my mind, Alphen was the lamb, Vholran was the wolf and Shionne was the dog. So uh, yeah, basically, Vholran and Shionne fighting over Alphen ;o; (i must admit i love taking away agency from alphen. Not necessarily all of it. Just a little. From time to time. as a treat. sorry buddy ://)

 It miiiight also require a bit of tweaking Shionne’s characterization to make her into the “herding dog” archetype here but. I think she has it in her?? She was constantly looking out for him, right? At first to keep him in line and able to fight (the scene where she tries to slap him out of his grief comes to mind. That's her equivalent of nipping at the heels to keep the sheep going where it’s supposed to, probably.) and then it turned into something more but. IDK maybe we can make it a little possessive and toxic, for me. (also i gotta admit this just my preference for dom!shionne showing. what can i say.) And then Vholran, well. He’s Vhorlan. Obsessed with Alphen, wants to conquer and dominate and WIN. You know the dril. It kind of works, right?? So in that scenario, would there also be a kind of tension going on between Shionne and Vholran? M-maybe? It's still difficult for me to picture because Vholran doesn't seem to recognize Shionne as anything more than bait to get Alphen's attention. But she did shoot him in the face so there's probably also actual animosity going on. That's a starting point. If we can turn it around a little bit and get Vhorlan to view Shionne as a Challenging Opponent in the Alphen Contest (that's like the crown contest but you win alphen) worthy of his attention then we might be getting somewhere really really toxic and dangerous so i'm all for it!!!! they can talk in the shadows and point guns and blades at each other thats hot But yes it would be terrible, oh, i dare not think of the consequences any further!!!!!! As to how the others react? IDK they're supportive i'm sure (* ^ ω ^) (very concerned. but i guess the level of sheer Alarm depends on whether we're cramming this all into canon or if it's an AU.)

(BUT ALSO I’d be lying if I said I never entertained the idea of Modern AUs where Shionne and Alphen realize they are dating/used to date the Same Weird Dude. But I think it’s hard to imagine Shionne dating Vholran. Like if she were to do that then she probably has ulterior motives or is being pressured into it somehow (I think). Alphen on the other hand, I can see it happening? If Vhorlan just makes a teeny tiny effort to conceal the egomaniac murder frenzies, that is. True, he’s not exactly shown to be a master of deception in canon, but if he somehow gets it into his head that earning Alphen’s trust and then shattering it is the best way to utterly destroy him… he might just try to do that? Or maybe this is just me forcing Vholran into that Suave, Deceitful, Murderous Bisexual archetype for wish-fullfilment purposes. but thats another story)

[lunarblue21]

Diego is happiest around Manny see! The bottom photo is a screencap of Diego going who knows where after he and Manny have their "breakup" fight at the beginning of IA3 and he just looks so disconsolate here … and almost as if he's about to cry!

Because he misses Manny so much already because he and Manny are the two closest in the entire group - by virtue of risking their lives to save each other and willingly putting their lives on the line/down for each other in IA1 - and it's so funny, too, becos in the scene where Manny confronts Diego and Diego tells him about wanting to leave, Manny's reaction is as though Diego has DUMPED him.

But around Manny Diego is happiest and has the most genuine smiles/body language becos Manny is HIS BESTIE and the one soul he trusts the most and as is seen in the above image Diego fairly lights up around him and he doesn't look quite so expressive or happy around any other character.

Not even Shira … or Sid.

Diego is heart-happiest around Manny and it shows! They have the most beautiful friendship/bromance in the entire Ice Age series and it really should be talked about/discussed more along with ficced and fanarted/fanvidded more!

Also, honestly, I still find this "breakup" of theirs weak writing in IA3 because Manny and Diego seem the type to have a strong, unbreakable friendship so this kinda feels OOC to me regardless though.

But we did get some Mango angst and Manny & Diego with strong arcs/plotlines in an Ice Age sequel again with both of them grounding the movie with their friendship, again, a la IA1, with some slight callbacks "You have to trust me" to IA1 and Diego and Manny both willingly putting each other's lives on the line - Diego for Ellie & Peaches more so but in a way still for Manny - for each other and that's why I love this friendship. <3

[roguelov]

*Trying to finish up a request of Hob and Morpheus helping their mortal love after a near fatal accident*

Me: This is obviously going to be cute and fluffy and sure some angst but not a lot

*Finishes first draft and made it way more angsty, hurt/comfort, morpheus being closed off after and Hob trying to do all he can to help*

Me: …

Me: well this is going to be fun to edit and to share

[hassiegfrieddoneanythingwrong]

Hmm, so the new event has Kriemhild acting like a responsible guardian to the slap-dash group of servants but...

Looks like the writers not only deliberately side-stepped the Brunhilde-Kriemhild conflict with an excuse, but also the Etzel-Kriemhild political marriage with another excuse.

It's one thing to say it's a political marriage, but another to say that neither party remembers it much at all. I was half expecting Kriem to blow her top once the mustache came off...Damn me, I'm starting to grow apathetic towards pulling her if this is how sanded off her Fate counterpart is going to be. Mind you, this is how I also felt with Tesla once I realized he was only going to be used just for one damn joke.

But it is nice to know she likes mocha. Now she and Siegfried can enjoy coffee together too with their master.

My apologies for the negativity. I'm just...disappointed at how the writers keep making easy outs for themselves.

I've seen both the Kriem acting like a guardian and the Altera/Atilla/Etzel situation being brought up, and the latter is... hmm. Not what I was expecting. And not in a great way, either. As you said, it's one thing if it's just a political marriage (and it was), but neither side really remembering the whole thing???

Altera has the excuse that she was in "destroyer" mode, hence why she doesn't remember. Not a great excuse, but still serviceable. Kriemhild not remembering, though? What is the excuse for her case? It reminds me of the whole "Xiang Yu can't be summoned because no one sees him as a hero" from SIN or "Pope Johanna can't be summoned because she's fictional" from Traum - excuses that don't make a lick of sense.

Also, why is Santa Altera being used and not the regular version? I initially thought that when Kriemhild saw her, there would be some sort of reaction since she (Santa Altera) will be joining the gang during this event, but apparently not. 😒

Also she like mocha- 👀 (<- mocha fiend)