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Random Prompts 10
"When the voices tell me to do something, nine times out of ten I'm gonna do it. I don't know why you think I won't."
"This is ridiculous." "I totally agree. What sort of gala has someone dressed like that?"
"Does this seem like too much for a raiding party or?" "That is an evening gown." "I know, I've never been invited to one of these before, so I'm asking for advice."
"Do you really need seventeen copies of the same dagger?" "Yes. I get a new one each time I kill someone."
"Why do I have to be the decoy?" "Because you're hot. All decoys are hot." "... Did you just call me attractive?" "Was I not supposed to?"
"I think we bit off more than we could chew with this one." "Oh, really? Did the voices tell you that too?"
"Spending a night behind bars before my execution was not how I planned my evening going." "Shame for your new plans of moping until you're dead, because that won't be happening."
"Did you have to destroy everything on the way out?" "I'm sending a message!" "What message? 'Hey we broke out, fuck you'?"
"Are you still mad at me?" "You are a thief and a crook and almost got me killed last night." "So... that's a maybe?"
"Next time, we'll plan better. That was kinda sketchy." "Next time?"
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watched Grease the other night with my buddy and. well. obviously i Had To
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puppetmaster13u · 2 months
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Prompt 231
Y'know, I bet in a world where DC and Marvel are in the same world, I Bet Bruce Wayne knows Matt Murdock. I bet they went to at least a couple same trainers and I bet Bruce invites him to a gala at some point.
No one would bat an eye at Bruce knowing another lawyer, he was already childhood/school friends with Harvey Dent.
And honestly, let the grimey cryptid boys be friends. Make Gotham and Hell's Kitchen WEEP at the thought of the 'living shadow creature' and the 'demon pretending to be human' working together.
Even if they're both completely human. Let them fuck with people as a treat.
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bonefall · 3 months
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(dif anon) So is Ashfur grooming Shadowsight a plotline you would keep/rework in BB? I'm not so keen on the way canon used it to retcon his epilepsy, but I do think a plotline examining how clerics can be vulnerable to abuse from StarClan spirits is kinda compelling
Shadowsight's epilepsy is staying in BB, the Erins can try and take it away again over my dead body
Yes, that's staying and BB!StarClan was reworked with unfairness in mind.
This time around, I'm considering the idea that Ashfur didn't work completely alone. After the events of Squirrelflight’s Horror, Silverpelt's divisons are starting to crackle the stars.
Skystar and the other more traditional spirits are losing patience with the peace that Fire Alone brings, and the ways that the code has been bent.
They feel that honor is being lost in their descendants.
Even angels disrespect the collective; see how Skypelt has its own heaven? With a demon in its midst? There is blasphemy even in the skies.
Firestar and the more modern pantheon are ferociously defensive of the choices of the living. StarClan exists for them; not the other way around.
Meanwhile, Mousefur has gone missing. Others start to blink out, too. This is causing panic... and Ashfur keeps it quiet that he's the only one who knows where they've gone.
The angels that plan action probably were a small group to begin with, radical spirits. Skystar and Ashfur are two of them, and Ash is the "youngest." So when he comes down to the mortal plane and betrays them, very few other angels knew what had happened.
(I might even have a few angels be doing the various supernatural things in that first book, but slowly, Ashfur is wittling down their numbers until it's just him.)
I'm still working out specifics, but the other angels that Ashfur has consumed are giving him a massive power boost. He can use this to jump between planes freely, and he's able to do some whacky things like weave dreams and pull nightmares out of the Dark Forest.
The most important unique power he has, which he can do ALL on his own once he's absorbed enough starpower, is blast Shadowpaw with a bolt of lightning. The electric current runs through Shadowpaw's brand new scar, giving him a connection to StarClan like he's a little radio tower.
Thing is... when StarClan is blocked off, the only signal he receives is Ashfur's.
So, Shadowpaw.
From the time he was very young, Shadowkit has had an unhealthy relationship to life and death
He watched a lot of cats die before he was old enough to really understand it, and the only one who came back was Heartstar.
His epilepsy was so severe it would have been terminal. He was prepared to die as a kit.
Tawnypelt took him to the Tribe to learn more about treatments, bringing back a method of refining chamomile to manage the convulsions.
When people come back from death, it was to serve "a purpose."
He feels like he needs to be special, like he needs to find the great meaning in his life. The reason why he's still here.
In BB, there can be guardian angels. Cats you knew in life who decide to watch out for you in the afterlife. Moleflight is Jayfeather's, Shrewface is Squirrelflight’s. Ashfur poses as Shadowpaw's.
THAT is how I plan to address my criticism. Ashfur DOES build a very personal, trusting relationship with Shadowpaw, pretending to be the one who's here to give him the destiny he craves. Pretending like he's someone looking out for him.
I actually LIKE how desperate the situation was in-canon and I want to stress how none of this was Shadow's fault, so I also plan to keep that they had very little choice. Shadowpaw trusts his angel completely, and Ashfur coaches him on saying all the right things.
The older Clerics are suspicious, but... what else can they do?
Also, instead of framing this all as something Shadowpaw needs to "atone" for, I'm going to make certain cats unfairly scapegoat him for bringing the Impostor into the forest. Shadowpaw himself agrees with them, blaming himself, but he has to learn it wasn't his fault.
He DIDN'T let anyone down by failing to live up to great expectations, and there's no way he could have known that Ashfur was using him. This never happened before, he always made the choice he thought was right and tried to make up for harm done, and he's not responsible for what his abuser made him do.
I actually want to have him figure out some of this by talking to DF demons, towards the end. Cats faaaar more responsible for what they did in life than him.
Ravenwing in particular, who was also mislead by a rogue StarClan spirit, but... ultimately decided that if StarClan was right in their judgement.
He was told (by Birchface, but he still doesn't know who it was in particular) to make three kittens unsafe by revealing their parentage. His choice killed three innocent children, and lead to the Queen’s Rights.
And StarClan was furious that he'd ever believe they'd want something so CRUEL.
And even if they DID want something so cruel... "Then they wouldn't have been ancestors worth following. And that's why I believe it's right that I'm here."
As a Cleric, he had authority on their behalf. And if they would misuse it through him, he wishes he could have just given it right back.
And Shadowsight's lightbulb goes Ding!
The very last thing Ashfur does in TBC, when the jig is up and he's about to be killed by the Lights in the Mist and a bunch of Demons who have come to defend their home, is swallow a Founder-- Skystar.
He takes the level of a true god, and reaches a nearly undefeatable level of power. Instead of black water, he's so large, malicious, and has a gravitational pull so massive it starts destroying the afterlife. It shatters the purgatory (Meadow of Young Stars) into floating cosmic fragments, and Heaven and Hell are set to collide.
Shadowsight confronts Ashfur, politely explaining that he's, well... done a lot of thinking, and, he doesn't really want what he gave him. "You can, uh, have this back!"
And blasts the lightning from his scar right back at him, like a chain, holding the screeching eldrich horror in place. Every ally he's made, here in the DF, come down from StarClan, and as Lights in the Mist, jump to his side. They can't hold down Ashfur, but they can hold SHADOWSIGHT
While they're all supporting him, Bristlefrost sees the one chance to get rid of him, once and for all. A clear shot. She bolts, pounces, and SHOOTS right into Ashfur like a falling star, knocking them both off the edge of the heaven he destroyed, burning up in orbit with a monster a hundred times her size.
And after that, Shadowsight has to go home and live with this.
He gave up the very connection that made him so special, and now he has to go back to being a Cleric without StarClan.
but the other Clerics accept this. They have to. They were all complicit in the choices that allowed the Impostor to rise.
What Shadowsight learns is... everyone was part of this. From those who made the follies with him, to the supporters and rebels against the impostor, to those who helped him realize his worth, to Bristlefrost who ultimately killed Ashfur.
He is valuable because living is valuable.
Everyone, and everything, matters. All cats have a role to play, and he was never alone.
I want to close him out in BB!TBC on a tea scene that parallels the various points in his life. Others used to prepare his chamomile treatments FOR him, in careful doses, because it is a very serious medicine. Now, at the end, he's the one brewing it.
A fully fledged Cleric, who realizes he's never been alone. Cats who love him were around him the whole time, making his medicine, and they'll love him even after he's given up his powerful gift. So now he's at the stage in his life where HE can make that medicine, share his wisdom with others, and find fulfillment in the skills he's acquired over a hard life brightening.
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teecupangel · 1 year
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What if Desmond is the Assassin in the Brotherhood trailer to Ezio's right towards the end, the one with his face covered??
The Assassin in question:
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That would be quite the twist too. Just imagine Desmond getting punted into AC: Brotherhood and deciding to join the Brotherhood but not wanting Ezio to know who he is so he covers his face with either a full plain black mask or some kind of fabric that can cover up to his nose then the rest would be shrouded in shadows by his hood. No one knows what he looks like underneath the mask/fabric and there will be light, friendly rumors (jokes) as to why he hides his face (other recruits would even ask him directly about it).
Desmond just rolls with it and he’s actually the one fanning the flames of his rumors, giving different explanations each time someone asks why he’s hiding his face. Explanations/jokes/lies he’d made include:
He’s so ugly his mother wept when he was born
He has a scar that slices across his lips (that one he got from Dark Knight)
He’s a wanted criminal for killing all the guards and the master of the house of a noble lord
He’s hiding his face because his father is a powerful man
He’s hiding his face so he wouldn’t be noticed by a scorned lover who is somewhere in Rome (This always makes Ezio laugh)
The only thing I would change in his ‘outfit’ is that Desmond doesn’t seem like the type to use a mace. It would slow him down. I could see him using a one-handed sword or dagger like Altaïr (and any time his bleed would make him move like Ezio, he can easily explain it away as him trying to copy the mentore’s moves) or/and a bow and arrow like Ratonhnhaké:ton, focusing on ranged attacks to further support Ezio and the other recruits while not being part of the actual battle so they wouldn’t notice how good he is with hidden blade combat. Maces and other weapons with enough weight to slow him down would be something he'd pick up along the way (or from a disarmed guard) and throw out once he's done fighting.
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age-of-moonknight · 2 years
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Marvel Meow (Vol. 1/2021).
Writer and Artist: Nao Fuji
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Ezio Auditore da Firenze - Early concept (Assassin’s Creed II)
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vodika-vibes · 1 month
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Congratulations on the 500 followers hun! Can I please get a Ruby with one of the clone trooper assassins who accidentally falls in love with the female reader who was kind to him and flirted with him while he was disguised as a regular clone to scope out 79's for his first mission, (maybe he hasn't officially killed anyone yet, up to you!) but he ends up totally blindsided by her, they end up having a couple of drinks, dancing together, getting hot and heavy, groping, making out on the dancefloor before moving to either a dark corner of the bar or the alley behind the bar where they fuck, it's amazing and he's absolutely as smitten for her as she is for him and basically ends up defecting from the Empire for her and using his assassin skills so they can escape offworld together? I totally understand if this character is too obscure to write for; I've just been re-watching tbb and these gorgeously dangerous guys have got me feeling some kind of way.😩 Thank you either way. 💖
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Worth It
Summary: While at a club with your best friend, you meet a man who changes everything.
Pairing: Clone Assassin x F!Reader
Word Count: 899
Warnings: Smutty, though it's not detailed
Prompt: Ruby - Passionate Love
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: Okay, so. I've never watched TBB, so my knowledge on the Clone Assassins is non-existent. Anyway, I dealt with the difficulties of this by only referring to him as he, and by writing in the reader's pov. I hope this is close to what you wanted!
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“Why?” You drape yourself across the table as you stare, balefully, at your best friend. “It’s soooo hot. Why are we at a club? With the more hot? And all of the people with all of their breathing, making it hotter?”
Your friend props her hands on your shoulders and you grimace when her skin sticks to yours uncomfortably, “Because. You need to get laid.”
“Stop touching me. I think I’m melting into goo.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“You’re dramatic.” You snip back, sitting back up and grimacing again at the leather of the booth you’re sitting it sticks to your skin as well, “This is awful-”
“I swear to,” She rolls her eyes and then twists, and you can hear the sound of the leather pulling away from her skin, “Um…oh! Go dance with him!”
You tilt your head away from the ceiling to look at her, “Him? Him who?”
“Him!” She gestures to a man standing near the wall, nursing, what looks like, a glass of ice water. “Tall, dark, and broody over there.”
You consider it for about 5 seconds, and then tilt your head back, “Hard pass. I’m going to stay here and melt into a puddle of miserable goo. Thanks though.”
She rolls her eyes loudly, and stands. She tugs you out of the booth and drags you through the throng of people, and then shoves you at the aforementioned man.
He looks slightly startled to have you shoved at him, but not half as startled as you are to be shoved in the first place. “Here, she’s your problem now.”
Now that you’re closer to him, you have to admit that your friend has good taste in potential partners for you. The man is gorgeous. With dark eyes and dark skin and, frankly, incredibly kissable lips. 
“Uh…hi?” You greet sheepishly, one of his hands is settled comfortably at the bare skin of your waist, and while it’s still miserably hot, you find that you don’t mind his touch. 
“Hi.” He replies as he sets his glass down on the table next to him, there’s a small smirk playing on his lips, “So, you’re my problem now?”
You shrug one shoulder, a teasing smile playing on your lips, “Most men like the kind of problems I bring.”
“Is that right?” He hasn’t taken his gaze off your face, “Let’s put that to the test shall we?” He nudges you towards the dance floor, and you know that if you took your gaze off of him for a moment, your friend would be so smug, but you don’t want to look away from him.
He’s…mesmerizing.
He tugs you close, one hand settling low against the small of your back, while his free hand wanders up your side and across your upper back and into your hair, before sliding back down. 
Normally, you hate dancing in clubs. Your dance partners have, in the past, been very bad about letting other men rub up against you. But that doesn’t happen with him, he seems to have a sixth sense about when people are getting too close to you.
It’s nice, having only him touching you.
And it’s either that, or the way that he’s looking at you, or the pleasant buzz from the fruity drink you finished earlier, or maybe the heat of the night-
But you can’t help from raising up on your toes and pressing your lips against his.
He kisses you back like his life depends on it, and his hands burn a path up your sides, across the swell of your breasts, and then back down to tightly grip your ass. His hands are everywhere, and you can’t help but release a needy groan against his lips and grinding against him.
For a moment, just a moment, he falters against you, but before you can ask if something is wrong, he’s ushering you out of the club and into the, slightly less, stuffy heat of the night.
He pins you against the wall just down a darkened alley, his lips never once leaving yours, his tongue sliding against your own. And when his hands slide under your top, calloused fingers caressing and tracing, your head falls back and you release a moan.
“I need you,” He gasps against your throat, “Can I have you? Please?”
You laugh breathlessly and slide your fingers up his neck and into his hair, “I wouldn’t have let you bring me out here otherwise.”
He groans against your throat, and his deft hands start tugging at your shorts, unfastening the button and sliding them just far enough down your legs that he’s able to slide his fingers against your slit. 
Your hands curl into fists in his hair, and you release a shuddering groan, and his fingers pause, his dark gaze locked on your face.
“W-why are you stopping?” You whine, trying to arch against him.
He leans in so that his lips are pressed against your ear, “I’m defecting from the empire.” You freeze, your hands tightening in his hair, “Come with me.”
It’s a plea. Or a bargain. 
And you bury your face in his neck as his fingers start moving again. You have friends here. Family. A good job.
But-
Heh. And that ‘but’ is really the big thing, isn’t it?
He pushes you closer and closer to your orgasm, and your arms tighten around him, “Okay.”
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tangyangie · 10 months
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OH GOT THIS IDEA so you the the Taylor swift song ‘karma’ right? What if karma heard them singing this? I feel like he’d be red-
(just a thought :D)
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𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓
notes. please taylor is my entire music life she's all i've been listening to for the past 6 months
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i've imagined this scenario soooo many times
you've got your earbuds in, you're lying on the couch, and you're reading or something. just letting the words of the song slip out.
he's interested as soon as he sees you. hangs around behind a wall, secretly taking a video to blackmail tease you with later.
and then you get to the chorus and he's. just. jaw dropped.
doesn't stop recording and accidentally drops his phone. makes a very large effort not to let it hit the ground.
he'll tuck it in his pocket and walk up behind you, hanging his arms over the couch as he rests his head on them.
looks over at you with a teasing smile. maybe raises his eyebrows.
only when you reach the end of the chorus do you notice him. you scramble to turn it off.
"oh... hey."
"hi. heard you singing about me."
"who says i was singing about you?"
"oh, so you mean i'm not your boyfriend, a god, the breeze in your hair on the weekend, a relaxi—"
"okay, okay—you made your point, shut up!!"
but you do notice the tinge of pink on his cheeks. as much as he might try to tease you, he's only making it worse for himself.
he climbs over the couch, snuggled next to you. offering him an earbud, you restart the song.
karma looks over at you playfully any time he hears his name.
oh god, if you show him the ice spice version he will go crazy.
wide eyes the whole time, his features unchanging as the smile on his face creepily stays plastered across his face.
literally the epitome of the 😀 emoji.
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notes. i don't get why people don't like the ice spice version it's literally so good 😭😭 okay it's a bit slow doesn't mean it's not good
anyways i went to the eras tour on 5/13 🤭 forever & always and this love were my surprise songs i was so happy f&a is top 3 on fearless for me
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heyhellohihowareyou · 6 months
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You’d think they get along?
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I’d think they’d get along!
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hayzeydayzey · 7 months
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Arno visiting Napoleon on Elba (part of #codextober on Instagram!)
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the-rebel-archivist · 6 months
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It's nothing personal but Lythrana's already calculated ten different ways to kill you before you said hello.
Thank you @petricorah for drawing my rogue/ranger! She turned out SO well 🗡
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ronnyraygun · 1 year
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Talia and Baby Jay dynamic make my brain giggle.
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saberamane · 8 months
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Ok, I've got to share this comment on WWBFT from Alexandria95. Latest chapter summed up in spot on vibes, lol. I love it.
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Ezio: I love you, I adore you, I would kill for you, you're the light of my life. Desmond: Desmond: Trauma Moment™
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This fic: *updates* William Miles: *shudders* I just had the worst feeling out of the sudden William Miles: As if dozens of people walked over and spit on my grave. William Miles: ... weird.
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Pazzi women: Omg this random stranger took us out of jail, is he going to assault us or rape us like the guards threatened to? Desmond and Ezio: *being In Love™* Pazzi women: nevermind they gay af
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Desmond: *arrives to Monteriggioni with a new horsey, 2 traumatised women, and a boyfriend* Mario and Giovanni: hmmmm, watcha got there? Desmond: a smoothie
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Lorenzo: I'm going to speak with your manager, I'm going to post a bad review on yelp and I'm going to sue, I'm going to sue you so hard you'll see stars, I'm going to fucking kill everything you love Desmond, with just a pen and some paper: I'm going to ruin this man's whole career
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Desmond: What the fuck did you say? Ezio hold my flower (horsey) Ezio, during this whole chapter: Go kick ass honey I've got your flower (horsey)
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Desmond: *writes the most threatening letter in renaissance italy* Clay, kilometres away: *suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night with a gasp* Clay: My Desmond senses are tingling Federico, half asleep next to him: that's nice honey go back to sleep
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locusfandomtime · 5 months
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I’ve been thinking lately about how the mlp fandom had “creepypasta” (or just generally weird and evil) versions of all the characters and had an extended universe where they were all fucked up but still friends and I think that’s so funny and I think the hermitcraft fandom should do that too.
Skulk/vex Cub, Geminislay, dungeon master Tango, vex Scar, Ren the King, demon Impulse, jungle Bdubs, Zedeath/evil scientist Zedaph, eldritch horror Keralis, fucked up watcher Grian, Beetlejhost, etc should all come together and torment people as best friends forever.
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teecupangel · 6 months
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Ok so because I was rewatching Disney and DreamWorks imagine if Ratonhnhaké:ton was in like a musical, kind of like Hamilton but in real life. I don't know how that will work and I'm slowly losing cells so yeah : P
“There is something you must know before you leave.” The clan mother, his grandmother, spoke solemnly.
Ratonhnhaké:ton stared at her and waited for her to continue.
She was giving him permission to leave their village after all. The least he could do was heed her warnings and take her words to heart.
“These white men have a curse placed upon them.”
“A curse?” Ratonhnhaké:ton repeated with a frown.
“Yes, they are slaves to the music only they hear.” She explained, “We know not why it is so but they would be taken in by the desire to sing and be unable to resist it. No matter the place or the time, when they hear the music, they must sing.”
She stared at her only grandson as she continued, “Your mother and I… we were worried that you have gotten their curse but not once have you ever shown to bear the same curse as they have. That might change once you walk among them.”
She must have seen the disbelief that he was trying to hide for she sigh as she said, “You must be careful, Ratonhnhaké:ton. Who knows what this curse truly entails. We can never be certain that this curse is not simply the inescapable call of music.”
“I… understand.” Ratonhnhaké:ton nodded, “I will be careful.”
The clan mother knew that Ratonhnhaké:ton didn’t truly understand but she said nothing, only telling him to be careful.
He will understand soon enough.
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So my idea is that the Europeans are the ones hit by this ‘curse’. They’re compelled to sing whenever they hear the music and it happens a lot. The natives see this and are like “???” but to the colonizers, it’s just… par of the course.
This does mean those who weren’t born or raised in the parts of Europe like Adéwalé do not sing. He does sing with the crew when it’s sea shanties but any dance number and such? Nope, he was the ‘straight dude’ in the Jackdaw.
This means that Achilles also doesn’t sing so he’s able to tell Ratonhnhaké:ton how it looks and feel like to give him a head’s up.
The Kenways, Edward, Haytham and even Jenny, usually sing very dramatic songs. It shows as the kind of “find my freedom and goal” uplifting songs for Edward, the whole “I want to be me” kind of songs for Jenny and the “villain song that is always the best song in the album” type of songs for Haytham (bonus points for Haytham having his own Gregorian chant backup singers to connote his Templar background).
Ratonhnhaké:ton does not sing but… he does hear the music.
If you want to turn this into a Hamilton crossover, go ahead. That means Ratonhnhaké:ton has to deal with Hamilton’s… everything whenever he has to talk to Washington XD
Whatever is making them sing sees Ratonhnhaké:ton as ‘part’ of the ensemble so you get scenes like Haytham singing a duet with Ratonhnhaké:ton but Ratonhnhaké:ton does not know the lyrics and would rather strip naked and run away from wolves all night long than sing.
The same thing happened to Charles Lee but Ratonhnhaké:ton was busy beating the crap out of him.
The whole confrontation with Washington, Haytham and Ratonhnhaké:ton ends with Haytham and Washington singing with some ‘dead spaces’ here and there where it’s clear that it was Ratonhnhaké;ton’s turn to sing.
The music in the homestead are always jolly (unless something bad happens) and they always include Ratonhnhaké:ton. Unlike the other times, they don’t try to make Ratonhnhaké:ton sing and Ratonhnhaké:ton just joins in the festivity more or less. Achilles takes the ‘I’m the grumpy one who doesn’t sing’ part in these musical numbers instead.
… Haytham definitely sang a very embarrassing love song that was meant to be a duet to Kaniehtí:io. Kaniehtí:io was amuse. Haytham was embarrassed.
Why are the colonizers singing? Isu BS. Apollo, Bragi and Meret got super drunk and fucked up the ‘latest’ batch of humans to be processed for shits and giggles. They ran away before Yaldabaoth saw them and he’s been so overworked that he just… didn’t give a shit and sent these batch as is.
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