here’s some of the requests I got! there are some I did not get to that i’d like to eventually, but in the interest of not burning out i’ll return to them at a later date
sam, addam, and loras for assorted anons - pia for @blankwhiteshield - asha for @ziphius - garin of the orphans for @fatipher - barbrey and thoros for @blackbetha - wylla for @amethyinst
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one day. one day i will have my own apartment and my own couch to sit on and my own tv to turn on and my own pet to hold and my own food to eat and my own friends to call even though they’re in different time zones and we haven’t talked to each other in a while but it will be easy to call them and strike up a conversation and tell them that i miss them. and they’ll say they miss me too and we’ll talk about that one time we did something stupid together and we’ll laugh and then we’ll say our goodbyes and i’ll look out my window and think hey maybe i should live long enough to call them again and make more memories. maybe one day i will live.
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idk why but tumblr got my account.. back to square 1 :(
It's gonna be a pain finding everyone ffs 😭
rip s-h-y-a-n-n-e you'll be missed 🥺
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Favorite Eddie smut fic recommendations?
honestly u can just check out my 'eddie munson fic recs' tag!! theres a loooot of smut there, if not here are my fav eddie writers who posted a lot of delicious eddie smuts @bimbobaggins69 @andvys @succubusmunson @reidsbtch @xxhellfirebunnyxx @belokhvostikova @onegirlmanytales @trashmouth-richie @svbrbnlegends @littledemondani @eiightysixbaby @battymunson @ghostlyfleur @eddiemunsons-missingnipple (HOW COULD I FORGET DALIA HER SMUTS ARE SO GOOD)
also ik u said eddie buttt luc's writing is so good and she has delicious steve smut!! @forevermoreharrington
💌 fill my inbox 💌
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Been playing AC3 again lately and, for some reason, listening to Bill. It's great to hate him for his father of the franchise thing, but he seemed pretty sincere about trying to find Desmond beofore Absetergo. I'm kinda curious what would have happend if the Assassins did get there beforehand.
I agree that Bill was being sincere in finding Desmond before Abstergo did. I always saw him as someone who wanted to do what was best for Desmond and tried to protect him the only way he knew how. But that didn’t mean he didn’t hurt Desmond and his actions can easily be misinterpreted (especially by someone as young as Desmond was during that time) so yeah… Bill wanted to protect Desmond and he loved him in his own way but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a bad father.
And that would show even if he was able to find Desmond before Abstergo managed to capture him.
You did write ‘get there beforehand’ and I’m going to assume this means that they’ll be able to save Desmond from being abducted by Abstergo or get there before Abstergo captures him.
If it was the latter, Desmond would try to run away from the Assassins as well and probably won’t believe that Abstergo was trying to capture him (it would be funny and annoying if Desmond get captured by Cross because he was busy running away from the Assassins sent to get him) so…
We’ll have Desmond get saved by the Assassins during the time he was being captured by Abstergo. Cross and his goons would be surprised and the Assassins would use that to get Desmond out using the van Abstergo was about to use.
From there, Desmond would be escorted to the nearest hideout but, here’s the thing…
Since Lucy is staying with Abstergo, this means that Desmond would be saved by other Assassins and it can’t be Shaun and Rebecca because they’re more on the support side (until around Unity) so…
This means that the Assassins who would save Desmond would be those who tried to save him and died in AC1.
The ones to have been ‘implied’ to have been from the Farm.
It would feel like he was back on the Farm, surrounded by people he knew.
Would they be happy to see him?
Would they see him as stupid and foolish?
Those would be the things Desmond would be worrying about and he would want to run away, far away.
He would now understand that Abstergo does want him because of who he was but he would refuse to be an Assassin and he doesn’t want to be one, not ever.
Which means when he meets with William Miles…
Both of their voices would start to raise.
Words would leave their mouths that they may or may not regret later on.
Bill will call him the life he had spent living away from the Assassins as meaningless and without direction.
Desmond would say that he had been happiest away from the Assassins and that he didn’t want to be part of this shit.
In the end, Bill will raise his hand and hit his son.
And that punch will break whatever ‘foolish’ dreams Desmond held onto about making up with his parents, of finding some kind of middle ground.
And Desmond would do it once more.
He had done it before.
And he never forgot the lessons.
… that night, Desmond Miles disappeared once more.
And this time…
He was making sure no one would find him ever again.
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(warning: gn, pick your own relationship context, mild dubcon, voyeurism ig, you say “jesus”)
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Dabi absolutely does not give any fucks if, and when (because there most definitely is a when), you catch him jacking off.
You enter your room because you’re meaning to grab a hairbrush; fling the door open because of course you do, not hesitating to strut right in after that because, of course, why would you?
You think nothing of the process. Even less, if possible, of the man laying on your bed, because there is usually a man in your bed (the same one), both ignoring you and consuming you at the very same time. It is normal by now to find him buried in your space, often entertained alone though more delighted when bothering you... and today, you think, will be no exception.
He starts by greeting you, saying “hey” with a rasp that slices through his words quite cleanly.
You glance, catching sight of his cheeks and forehead, what little of the skin left there that is unscarred and tan, now tinged dark and damp with the thinnest brushings of sweat. Further down, you find that his legs lay bare, spread, and—
“Oh my god, Touya,” you hiss, immediately shielding your face from the sight of even more proudly splayed thighs, half-covered with a sheet you only wish you could be thankful for if it weren’t drawing attention to a steady, stroking motion right where you know his cock usually hangs. “Jesus, have some shame.”
The fingers over your eyes helps, but they don’t cover everything as you still catch his grin stretching like that of a cat’s, the movement of his hand not ceasing for even a second... nor silencing.
“Don’t mind me, hon,” he rasps again, watching through lazy blinks as you try to resume your journey, now slow and stumbling, to the pile of hair care items on your side of the dresser.
“I’ll mind you when you’re dead.”
“Yeah,” he groans, and though you can’t exactly see the expression he makes, you can hear the shift of his body, the whap! of his phone falling onto the mattress, and the slap of his hand against his loins, the sounds getting tighter, steadier, faster. “Say that again for me, quick, baby, will ya?”
And you throw the hairbrush right at him.
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“What were you even looking at earlier?” you ask later. “Better’ve been worth soiling my blankets for.”
“You.”
“No, on your phone,” you clamber into bed finally, ignoring the wadded up tissues by his pillow and the way he immediately dips a hand into the back of your underwear when you fall beside him.
“You,” he says again, that evil grin returning. “Took a pic of your ass in those—”
“Touya!”
And he erupts in laughter.
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