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became a carabiner lesbian a couple months ago and let me tell you just how life changing that was

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I had an idea for an Altaïr that accepted Al Mualim’s teachings and became his true successor after he dies, basically keeping Masyaf the same after his death with the apple. What would happen if a reincarnated Desmond just appeared in Masyaf one day? I was thinking of Altdes but like super Yandere Altaïr

You wanna make it all the more morally questionable?

Altaïr finished what Al Mualim failed to do.

He managed to use the Apple to control everyone in Masyaf.

When Desmond is transported into the past, Altaïr had already gotten to Saladin and is slowly getting the men King Richard trusts the most under his command.

Desmond was reborn as a nobody in this land… is what he would like to say.

Unfortunately…

Or maybe fortunately?

He was reborn as Jalāl al-Dīn Ḥasan III, the only son of imam of Alamut.

Meaning he’s 22 years old younger than Altaïr…

He was kept in the harem as a child and it was hard to run away from an entire castle filled with Assassins who knew their little prince liked to run away.

He had only met Altaïr once when he was growing up, being able to take peek even after his father ordered him to stay in his room while the mentor of Masyaf was visiting.

He had been sixteen years old.

And Altaïr looked just as handsome as he remembered.

Their eyes met and there was something in his eyes that made Desmond feel… something.

Something both enticing and… dangerous.

One of the Assassins saw him and escorted him back to his room before his father found out.

The following day, his father asked for him and he had been worried that he learned of Desmond sneaking in last night.

Instead, he ordered Desmond to show Altaïr around Alamut which he agreed easily to.

Altaïr’s stay in Alamut was short and Desmond savored every moment of it. He was a bit different from Desmond’s image of him.

More open in his curiosity of Alamut and…

Of Desmond himself.

He knew that Altaïr already had two sons by now.

But Altaïr laughed when Desmond asked about his wife.

He didn’t have a wife.

Desmond thought he was joking.

So Altaïr explained…

His sons’ mother was not married to him. She did him a ‘favor’. In exchange, he ‘assisted’ her in taking over the Templar Order. It’’s because of their ‘trade’ that Altaïr was able to secure an alliance with the newly reformed Templar Order.

Something was wrong.

Desmond has no idea why the timeline was this skewered. He sure as hell knew it wasn’t him.

It couldn’t be him.

He had been too young when Altaïr became a mentor to do anything even when he wanted to.

So he had to find out what happened to change the ‘past’ this much.

And the fact that he knew that there was something between them, something simmering under the surface with each graze of the back of their hands, of each brief touch on the arm, the shoulder, and back…

There was something between them that Desmond knew he was powerless to stop.

He didn’t want to stop.

So he asked his father if he could stay in Masyaf for a while, be some kind liaison or something.

He had been surprised when his father said yes.

He should have questioned it.

Instead…

He was just glad that he could stay with Altaïr longer.

.

[Why are you bringing that child?]

“Jealous?”

[You do not need that child.]

“He’s not a child, is he? He doesn’t feel like one.”

[He knows nothing.]

“No one does. Only we know how this past must become to pave way to a better future. Is he not part of your Calculations?”

[He is inconsequential.]

“Then it doesn’t matter if I have him then if that’s true.”

[…]

“He sounds a lot like you. But he’s more… not innocent. No. That’s not the right word… ‘mortal’.”

[Altaïr, do not forget your pact with me.]

“I prefer to call it our vows but what do I know? I am but the first of your many, aren’t I? But he… he’s mine and mine alone.”

[Do not let him distract you.]

“When have I ever failed you? I know what he is. I can see it in his glow. He’s like you… he is you, isn’t he?”

[…]

“Is he my reward for being your loyal puppet king, my dear Reader? Or is he an anomaly I can do as I please?”

[… do as you wish but do not forget who you belong to, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.]

“I belong to you but you do not belong to me. But he… Desmond. He will be mine.”

Altaïr stared at the Apple on his table.

The Apple glowed dimly.

[Fine. Do as you wish.]

“I will.” Altaïr tapped the Apple, letting it roll an inch away from him, “Relax, my dear Reader. Aren’t you curious?”

“Who decided to place your human self here in our fixed past?”

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Enough to get you started, more than you deserve

Malik Al-Sayf

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Crack idea where all the ancestors end up in modern day after dying as honey badgers

Desmond thought it was a raccoon.

In his defense, it was dark and Desmond hadn’t sleep after a grueling 12 hours shift that included drunken sorority girls hitting on him and a recently divorced drowning his sorrow with drinks asking him if he would ever consider having sex with him.

Desmond had been tempted with the amount he slurred and the promise of gifts.

Then he remembered that he wasn’t really interested in sleeping with anyone right now, not even for the sake of becoming financial secured for a few months or until the poor guy finally moved on.

He had this strange feeling that he was being watched but there was never anyone there.

He was worried that his parent’s cult had found him.

He’s still worried about it, even going as far as chickening out on getting a motorcycle license because of that eerie feeling.

His bag is all packed up and ready.

But Desmond enjoyed his life here in New York.

He was getting off-topic.

The little guy trying to climb out of the trashbin behind Desmond’s apartment building froze and stared at Desmond when he walked closer.

Desmond just wanted to get to his apartment and sleep.

The backdoor was closer to the rickety elevator than the main door and the underpaid (if that kid was even getting paid, Desmond heard his uncle was the owner of the building) young man who usually stayed in the lobby would leave the backdoor unlock so he could take a smoke break every other hour.

The ‘raccoon’ stared at him.

Desmond stared back.

Then…

It tried to get out of the bin but it seemed like one of its feet was stuck so Desmond helped it.

His mind didn’t even get to warn him how wild animals could just as easily bite him and then he’d have to get a rabies shot.

The creature didn’t bite him though.

It just kept staring at him.

And Desmond just left.

The following day, the raccoon was there by the backdoor once more and held out his front paws at him.

Desmond didn’t know why he did it but he picked it up.

And brought it home.

The second day the creature was staying in his apartment, Desmond left the window open.

Or so he thought.

He probably did, right?

It’s not like the creature was the one to leave it open.

Right?

When he returned home, the creature had multiplied.

There were now three creatures in his apartment and they all stared at Desmond and followed him around.

Three weeks after he let the three creatures (honey badgers, they were freaking honey badgers, Desmond is so embarrassed whenever he remembered he thought they were raccoons) live with him…

Two more honey badgers appeared.

He was sure that he didn’t leave the window open this time.

He stared at the one with the red ribbon (he needed a way to distinguish them so they were now: Red, White and Blue) and dryly stated, “They’re the last ones, okay? I’m not adopting anymore.”

Desmond’s mental state might not be as stable as he assumed because he was pretty sure the honey badgers stared back at him and he could hear it say “you didn’t adopt us, we adopted you, idiot.”

Desmond guessed this was his life now.

He can only console himself with the thoughts that he was probably still not the weirdest person in New York at the moment.

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Ah, forgot about that detail. XD But yeah, making it a mystery why the pregnancy doesn't intefer with the Animus would be interesting. Maybe Desmond even questions if he's actually pregnant and starts getting sad over it. Like, another kid(s) would be a strsin, but Desmond would love them and even had started to love them. Only to be told by the evidence that there's nothing going on. Until one night, he feels something. A kick. He recognises it from the first pregnancy, but he hadn't realised what it was at the time. Now he does and he just starts crying, curling up and holding his belly. He is just so happy.

"Hey little guy. I cannot wait to meet you."

The next morning Lucy asks if he's alright because the cameras picked up him crying during the night and... thinking he was pregnant???

'Shit. I forgot about the cameras. Quick, think of something Desmond!'

"I think i had a bleeding episode where i was a woman named Maria and was happy i was pregnant. I don't know, it was strange." 'Nailed it, though where the fuck did the name Maria come from?'

Lucy gets very concerned at this news. Bleeding other ancestors that the subject has not yet experienced is a very severe and late-stage sign. Luckily it's just a day or two before she can get Desmond away from here and in an Animus that will be safer. 'It's still an Animus' her mind whispers darkly, but she ignores it. She has to ignore it.

Sooo, does that mean that the kids are clones? XD Though, since he has their genetic info in his lineage, we can just say that is the biggest part they inherited from Desmond. Still weird though and Rebecca would 100% joke that Desmonds 'clone army' is getting big. XD Until Desmond reveals that he is indeed pregnant with at least kid nr 4.

"Wtf Des, i was joking about your clone army getting bigger. I didn't actually mean it."

"Tell that to my oven that is currently baking some shit. Seriously, i think there's more than one. Or this kid is really fucking hyper."

Oh, just had the worst thought: Haytham and/or Edward gets re-born into this shitshow. XD

Omg, Shaun. 🤣 Bill is trying though,so credit where it is due.

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That new tag actually is an idea/AU i've thought of lately. XD Where Desmond gives birth to Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton before being kidnapped. I've personally had him just suddenly become pregnant, no sex needed to lean more into the "Desmond is the Chosen One". XD Plus, we need more Dadmond tbh.

Virgin Birth.

Desmond had never even heard about it until he googled ‘Is it possible to get pregnant without having sex?’.

This is, according to Wikipedia, different from Immaculate Conception.

Desmond would like to reiterate that he was not the second coming of Virgin Mary.

… as far as he knew.

Not only that, he had been a virgin before he gave birth, having enough trust issues to fill a goddamn dam at the moment.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to know how sex feels like.

It was more that he was still scared that his father or someone his father sent would come find him and take him away from this freedom.

He can’t go back.

He would never go back.

Especially now that he had three sons to think of.

They were born on December 21, 2005.

At least, that was what Desmond believed.

The morning of December 21, his stomach started hurting so badly he couldn’t leave his bed. The pain ebbed and flowed from paralyzing pain to almost unnoticeable, giving Desmond a chance to text that he wouldn’t make it to his shift because of ‘stomachaches’.

His boss assumed he had diarrhea and told him to stop eating weird cheap shit.

Desmond was pretty sure that wasn’t it but it wasn’t like he could go to a clinic and get this check out.

Clinics meant asking questions about who he was and his history.

Clinics left tracks that William Miles can find.

Desmond knew how the game is played.

And fuck that. Desmond wasn’t going to give up his goddamn freedom because of a stomachache.

It will come to pass.

Like every pain Desmond ever felt.

So he closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Inhaling deeply before slowly exhaling, timing his breathing to the ebb and flow of the pain.

By midday…

Desmond fell asleep.

He didn’t know if the breathing helped him fall asleep or if he had passed out from the exhaustion and pain.

When he woke up, the sun had started to set and…

The pain was gone.

His bed was a lost cause, covered in blood, but Desmond’s attention was focused on the three small forms lying on the bed between his legs.

His sons.

Three bloodied (and, Desmond was being honest, wrinkly newly born ugly) babies who were all staring at him as they make cooing sounds.

That was the day Desmond became a father.

And also the day he googled ‘Is it possible to get pregnant without having sex?’.

They were… low maintenance boys, Desmond supposed.

They only shout when they needed to get Desmond’s attention and they weren’t fussy over their drinks. They seemed a bit disgruntled every time Desmond had to change their diapers but they didn’t cry.

They rarely cry.

They only truly cry at times when they were asleep and Desmond believed that they would have nightmares during those times.

His boss was strangely alright with Desmond suddenly appearing with three babies, only looking at him with a frown as he told him that this should be his wake up call to use condoms.

Even his coworkers believed that the one day that Desmond said he was out because of ‘stomachache’ had been code for him freaking out because an ex had left him with three sons as a big fuck you or something.

The most support Desmond got from them though was letting the babies stay in the office.

He had to buy the collapsible playpen though but it was fine.

It gave him an excuse to get more shifts just to pay for his and his sons’ living expenses.

One of his coworkers asked why he didn’t just give them up for adoption. It was clear that he wasn’t ready for it.

And Desmond couldn’t explain it.

He wanted them.

They might have been a surprise but… they were his.

And…

Whenever he felt tired or felt like everything was becoming too much… just feeling them in his arms was enough.

It was enough.

.

.

Miles’ kids were strange boys.

They didn’t make any messes and they were polite… most of the time, anyway.

He knew it was bad to let Miles use his office to keep the kids. Hell, this bar was not a good place for kids and Miles should really just get a babysitter but he didn’t mind.

Miles was homeschooling them… in a way.

It wasn’t his place to give parenting advice anyway so he stayed out of whatever Miles planned for his kids. As long as they don’t hinder business, they could stay.

Altaïr was always on that second hand battered laptop that always made loud fan noises when it was turned on. They mostly kept it on because of it.

At first, he thought Altaïr was just playing in his laptop but… he was studying. Every tab he could see was either educational or… well… Wikipedia pages. Even the YouTube account Desmond shared with his sons were filled with educational videos, mostly something connected to history or engineering or technology.

Desmond liked to say that Altaïr was a genius and had been saving up to buy him a better laptop for the past year now.

Ezio, on the other hand, was more of a people’s person. He liked to talk to Desmond’s coworker before the start of their shift and he was a charming little bugger. Charming enough that many of Desmond’s coworkers started to give them food and juice boxes, saying they made too much or their parents or grandparents gave them too much food and there’s no more space in their fridge…

He was pretty sure that was Ezio’s plan from the very beginning. Build up a network of helpful adults.

Then there was Connor.

He had a different name that Desmond and his brothers use but it was hard to pronounce so he just let everyone else call him Connor.

He followed his father or one of his brothers most of the time, quiet by their side.

Observing.

He was the one who helped out the most, always following Desmond and helping him whenever they were doing their final clean up before closing for the day.

When he was with Ezio, he was always earnest with his questions, taking everything the adults tell him seriously.

When he was with Altaïr, he would lean close and read with him quietly. They would share the earbuds that they had with tape on the right wire because the casing had broken apart and watch videos quietly.

They were… nice kids.

Desmond was a good father dealt with a bad hand.

He supposed…

Buying Desmond a cheap laptop would be cheaper than raising his pay this Christmas.

Would save him more money in the long run, that’s for sure.

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Listen, i get why people see wolfwood as a monsterfucker. After all vash occasionally melts into a biblicaly accurate abomination and all that but...

Wolfwood decidedly is not a monsterfucker

That's like half the problem. If he were, it would be so so much easier on him

Wolfwood isn't a case of "oh fuck i wanna screw that six ways to sunday" (excited, very horny for vash's body horror)

Wolfwood is clearly a case of "oh fuck i wanna screw that six ways to sunday" (horrifyed, very much not into the body horror but realizing he still wants to bang vash anyway.)

Like not sure if this would constitute a sexual identity crisis but it sure is a crisis of some kind

In canon, regardless of if you read them as platonic or romantic, wolfwood grows to love, trust and deeply care for vash but it doesnt ever quite overwrite the instinctual fear of all the fucked up shit vash has going on

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Breeding season for a monster and kabru being captured and on the verge of being pinned down and fucked

And laios rushing to rescue him and hesitating to study the situation for JUST a second before disentangling him

And kabru afterwards being. Mindnumbingly horny about the idea of laios leaving him to be bred by some creature

Kabru imagining getting fucked or eggpregged by a monster in rut, desperately horny with the aphrodisiacs pumped into him, belly bulging with cum or eggs

And the idea of laios just watching him, touching himself, or even touching kabru, saying earnestly that he's doing a great job and that he's really adding to the ecosystem!

And laios when kabru mentions it is like

What??? No, I wouldn't let Something hurt you!

And kabru who mutters, what about one that wouldn't hurt me? By doing this?

And laios going, no, no, I care more about you than monsters--

So insecure about being misread, about being thought of as compassionless or uncaring

kabru humiliated as he tries to express in the least direct and explicit way possible (to laios, one of the most literal men in all of creation) that he WANTS this, that he wants this as a sex game, and he's trying to get laios to play without kabru having to admit he wants it

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Some silly doodles you can see more Labru art here ;^9

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Finally drew a Kabru i like (meaning, not too derivative of dunmeshi's artstyle)

The context is nsft (yeaha👍 ) but this is more to explore Laios/Kabru dynamic and dialogue in epilogue!

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sorry this is kind of depraved i dont know what came over me. sorry

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Do you guys remember how kidnap fantasies were popular on wattpad because young girls and queer teens were both made to feel shame at the thought of their own sexualities, so the fantasy of being kidnapped totally against their will was a way for them to engage with a romantic or sexual fantasy without feeling morally in the wrong for doing so? Added bonus that the fantasy involved being whisked away from repressive environments like home or school, right?

Finding out that Bram Stoker was in a sexless marriage and that scholars believe that he very likely was closeted gay puts the entire book into perspective as to WHY it reads EXACTLY like a self insert wattpad Dracula kidnap fic:

“I TOTALLY love my wife and would never do anything that an upstanding Good Straight Working Man wouldn’t do but oh nooo, big strong man with broad back and strong enough arms to carry me back to bed like a princess trapped me and claimed me as his, completely against my will 👉👈 But he protects me against the bad evil sexual women (who I assure you, I am TOTALLY sexually attracted to, as any straight man with a choice would be) but trust me, I do NOT want ANY of this. What’s that? The Count is not capable of feeling love? Would be a shame if I had the special ability to change tha-”

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So this is an abomination post filled with crass humor and raw sensual tension. Sorry about it, it will happen again.

Another abomination post is here Also, you can try to draw the frog this way, it should be fun... I guess

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When he realized that he's actually into it, and the prank went out of control *Silent Hill music starts playing* It's just a silly comic showing a dynamic between these characters. While Vaughn is enjoying Pticenoga/Hedwig, Rhys... isn't lol. To each their own

Some other comics are here and here Information is here

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Price: I think I’m in live with Graves…

Ghost: Say sike right now

Price: Simon-

Ghost: SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW. I DON’T WANT HIM AS A STEPFATHER

Price: … there’s a lot to unpack here- Do you see me as a father figure??

Ghost:

Ghost: *runs out of the room*

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