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Beatrice leans against you. The sirens draw closer. Wrapping your arm around her you practically carry her. 

The roof is slipper in the rain and wind but thankfully not slanted. A rain gutter creaks ominously as you hoist up to the next roof. Beatrice points her wrist. The machine makes a high pitched noise as the Zipline flys across the road. It shouldn't be making that sound. Regardless Beatrice is dragged over the road. You haven't yet earned a zip line but but even your modified De Vinci blade has a clasp for such lines. 

"Just a few more blocks" Beatrice mumbles to herself trying to drown out the raising whine of her blades mechanisms. 

Your ankle burns and your chest aches but it looks like just maybe the two of you will make it. Then the line slips. briefly it's as if the old matriarch is floating in the air, as if after defying gravity for so long it had no away over her. Then she plummets. There's a crack. You want to believe its the thin branches she smashed through but you know it's not. 

It's just a four story drop you say to yourself over and over as you navigate the decent. 

Beatrice lies on the ground a crumped heap. She's still breathing."m-aria" she says weakly. 

"Yes ma'am" you stammer out. 

"Take it" she says referring to her bag. 

"No we can still make it."

"Maria listen to me..." A deep wet breath "the cypher is my gra" another breath "son"

"Please"

"Mar... I'm ordering...finish it"

You take a deep breath stifling a sob. If there's no brain the Animus can't be used. This is tactical, an order. 

"Rest now, b-be free" 

You take her bag and her blade. 

The rest of the trip is a blur as you try not to think of what you've lost. The order of your childhood, your family. Scattered, scared, lost, no misplaced and not broken, never broken. 

The address is a comic shop. Almost on autopilot you pick the lock. You almost miss the laser trip line.the light is hazy almost imperceptibly but there. The floor is covered by carpet, to thin to mask sound but able to hide loose boards. It's dark and quite. you catch the glint of a camera in a dark glass dome. 

Your tired and you hurt, briefly you entertain the idea of just walking in, but you're an assassin there's stealth in your bones and violence in your blood. 

You look at the camera dome closely. There's no light and no movement. Gently you take a step. Your toes slowly and gently touch the ground before you shift your weight. Once your inside far enough you lock the door behind you. 

You remember when you were taught how to sweep through a building back when we still had training camps. It's two AM you have time to be thorough, time to do this right. 

Three private game rooms, a men's and women's bathroom. The woman's room looks fairly clean. Lastly there is a store room in the back. There's another laser line to step over as you walk into the room. Immediately your eyes fall onto the obvious groves on the ground showing a hidden door. After some inspection you find a hidden number pad behind a loose bit of wall. Between the darkness of the back room and the hidden nook the numberpad is in its hard to see. Pulling out your phone the light of the look screen gives you just enough to make out details. Severally of the keys are are more worn then the others, probably due to oils on the skin. After two attempts at the access code you realize it's a five digit not a four digit. 

1...

4...

8...

2...

1....

You hear a click. As you slowly swing the door open you hear noises. The whirring of computer fans and a ventilation system. 

Quietly you slide inside and walk down the pitch black steps. 

Light

Blinding white light. 

A floorboard squeaks, you duck to your left. The feeling of air over your head. Another shift. You throw out a fist. The wind gets knocked out of someone. Your eyes are starting to adjust. Not quickly enough as a blurry figure across the room comes into focus. Your muscles seaze up. You collapse to the ground. 

Something metal strikes your stomach. You kick out hard. Your muscles seaze again. Your being stupid. Another strike, this time you pull the barbs out before they can tase you again. You begin to stand and charge before something catches your legs. Your blade shoots down to free you. Someone jumps on you. Pinning your arms. You begin to flail as a damp rag is shoved onto your face. The prick of a Taser. 

You wake up to an overhead light beating down on you. Your ankle is starting to feel better as is your rib but your wrist feels bare without it's blade and your clothes feel rumpled, implying an in depth search. Youre still in wet clothes but you think there's a towel on you. Hand cuffs dig into your wrists and zip ties to your legs. You seem shoved into a shower stall. 

In the other room you can hear talking. 

"Like in the video game?"

"Yes like in the video game!" 

You hate those games the Templars profiting off our stories and their prisoners. 

"Alright let me see that" an old voice says. You can hear your blade extend. "Hmmm." The sound of wood being stabbed. "Hmmm" the hum sounds appraising. "Alright let me see her"

lets play Assassin's Creed Repens together

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would you fuck a fat girl like me?

my girlfriends of a similar build and while I have wandering fantasies im not going to sleep with someone else

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the best trope in media is: “characters turn on the lights, see the monster, and immediately turn the lights back off”

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How my creative process works sometimes.

Search your soul. You know it to be true.

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Stardew Valley should let you romance whoever you want, but with logical knock-on consequences. You can romance Mayor Lewis, but Marnie will double the cost of livestock if you do.

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Something something a story in four parts

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actually bizarre how many people on here struggle to understand the basic concept of "if you take it upon yourself to dig through somebody's private activity/likes to build a profile of their sexual desires which you then publicize to others and use to encourage harassment & social exclusion of that person, you are the sexual aggressor in this scenario"

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The more the bear identity is mainstreamed, the more it gets sanitised. The more you get people insisting it doesn't mean what it means, that it's just for "buff and mayyybe a little chubby" "dad bod" "strongman build" whatever euphemism they can to deny fat men a place in their own community.

Fat hairy gay men built this place for themselves and now you're barging in and pretending they never belonged there.

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Me Giving a Pressed Conference: our advocacy for the disabled must include the addict, the imperfect victim, those we despise; the right to autonomy and life cannot devolve into a popularity contest

Reporter I Hate (Not Sexual Tension): Does that include all the attendees of the Bored Ape NFT event who went blind

Me: *Blood streaming from my nostrils and eyes* david, it includes everyone

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Wake up, babe, new religion just dropped

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a hand that wants to be held

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If you do get sexually harassed on the street that’s terrible and that shouldn’t happen but because of how society works if you never get sexually harassed on the street you end up feeling like aw man I’ve never been sexually harassed on the street I must be ugly and unlikable it’s like how did we end up here

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favs

Commission info <3

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some misc DC art

Art Commission info

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now that i’ve been called out for my usage of the grain texture, I will stop using it. as evident in this post

kidding, I just don’t include the texture in character references since it makes it hard to get accurate color swatches lol I also don’t use it for certain work, since the texture really swells up the file size and probably isn’t good for printing

Speaking of work, i do art commissions! hehe