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jonnolovesfob · 5 months
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yuushin7 · 6 months
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Thorn Princess is not sure if she can handle this new recruit 🥵😆🙃 TwiYorMonth Day 18: Garden AU. I just wanted to draw Twilight in that outfit again. xD
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illustratus · 1 month
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The Assassination of Julius Caesar by William Holmes Sullivan
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animentality · 11 months
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You can't be an assassin and straight.
It's too homoerotic of a profession.
What do you mean, you're hunting other men?
You're bathing in their blood and hiding your identity from the world and you have bad relationships with your parents?
You're fighting other assassins who are holding their knives to your pretty throat and hurling chairs at your head and stabbing you in the thighs? You're bleeding and dying in each other's arms? Your dying breaths are commingling and your life force is dwindling, and all you can do is clutch each other tightly as you spiral into oblivion, but at least you're not alone, in the end?
This is the queer experience.
More queer assassins. Diversity win, that man who tried to kill you is pansexual.
If you agree, check out my new novel series.
But if you don't, it's ok to be wrong.
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servethelight · 4 months
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Maybe the assassins would beat the templars for once if they stopped serving the light and started serving cunt.
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thatonebirdwrites · 4 months
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When the news came, Lena was in a meeting with Sam and the L-Corp's board. She'd long ago set all alerts for Supergirl to come through to her phone, but ones where Supergirl was injured had been set to ignore all other settings.
The ring caused Sam to jump, but Lena kept her cool. She glanced down at her phone, and felt her veins turn to ice. A brief message that Supergirl had fallen from the sky.
Shit.
Lena grabbed her phone and bag. "I regret that I must take this call. An emergency has come up."
Sam looked at her, her brow furrowed in worry. "I can handle this, Lena. Go."
With a tight smile to her friend and CFO, Lena hurried from the room. She swapped out her shoes, and took off in a sprint. The alert had given her an intersection, but she needed to know if Alex knew about this yet.
Lena: Alex, I'm incoming.
Alex: wait, what?
Lena: Kara, she's fallen.
Alex: The hell? She's supposed to be eating lunch! Was in a meeting. Where?
Lena forwarded the alert's text, baffled that Alex had no idea.
Alex: How close are you? It's gonna take me fifteen minutes. J'onn unavailable.
Lena: Be there in five.
The doors of the elevator opened. Why drive when she could take the helicopter? When her pilot reached the intersection, Lena stared in horror. Someone had what looked like a missile launcher over their shoulder, and Kara laid in a cracked hole in the street in front of Noonan's. So Alex had been correct, Kara had been getting lunch, as drinks and food was spilled across the curb. People clustered in the doorways of the cafe and storefronts, and Kara's supersuit had a burn mark across its front.
Fuck.
"Hold us steady," Lena ordered the pilot. She grabbed a bag from behind her seat. In case of an attack -- considering she had quarterly assassination attempts all the time -- she had some specific weapons in here. One of them was a shotgun with some unusual shells. She flicked through her supplies and decided on a particularly useful set. She popped in the shells, cocked the gun, and threw open the door. The person started to look up, but Lena wasn't giving them a chance to react. She fired. The shots slammed into the person's back and immediately ice formed. She fired again. This time the person fell to the ground as a block of ice. Cryo shells had their use. She reloaded and gestured to her pilot.
He brought the helicopter closer to the ground. "Watch my back," she said, mostly out of habit, though she doubted the pilot could do anything. "And stay in the air. We'll need a quick exit." "Right, Ms. Luthor." He kept his gaze on the controls, his voice coming through her headset.
She jumped to the ground, her shotgun cocked. As she scanned the area, she realized, to her dismay, that another person stood in the shadows of the storefront across from Noonan's, armed with some sort of long rifle. Why the person hadn't fired yet confused her.
Lena aimed but didn't fire yet. She didn't have confidence that her shot would hit before the other took her out. "Step away from Supergirl."
The person wasn't that much taller than herself. Curly blonde hair leaked out of the black beanie, and blue eyes regarded her from under a black mask, their clothes definitely assassin-like. "Stay out of this, Luthor." A high-pitched voice. Possibly a woman?
"This is my business." Lena stalked closer. "Don't think I won't take you out like your friend there." She nodded at the other person dressed in black with a black mask over their face, their eyes closed. Ice was still encased around their lower body.
Lena wished she'd seen the person earlier. Otherwise she'd have fired on them too. Now they were in a stand-off exactly when Kara needed her the most.
"I don't want to do this," the woman in black said. "You're not on our list."
"Then step away now. Don't think I won't fire."
The woman stared at her for a long moment as if sizing her up. Her voice timbre changed to a hint of coy and frustrated. "Why do you care, Lena Luthor? Doesn't your family hate Kryptonians?"
Lena rolled her eyes. "I'm not them." She needed to distract her somehow. At least until Alex got here or Lena could fire the shot without getting hit in turn. "Now, how about you put down your weapon, I'll put down mine, and we'll talk like civilized people?"
The woman hesitated, her rifle moved just an inch down.
That was when the shot came from above. The bullet hit the woman's shoulder, she staggered backward, and Lena took the shot. Two blasts later, the woman was encased in ice like her friend.
Lena slung the shotgun over her shoulder and raced to Kara's side. "Supergirl!" She dropped next to her and felt for Kara's pulse. It was faint, far too faint. "Dammit." She didn't have time to check for injuries. Kara needed extracted immediately. "Riordan, drop the stretcher," she said into her headset.
The helicopter hovered closer, and a side door slid open. The stretcher shot out, swung, and slowed to a stop above her head. She reached up, snagged its side, and pulled on its rope until she had it next to Kara. It took two tries to lift the Kryptonian -- damn, Kara was heavy -- until she had Kara on and belted in securely. Flicking the switch on the bottom of the stretcher, a set of footrests dropped into place.
After she clamped her shoes onto the footrests, she noticed several people had started to come out of the stores with their phones in their hands, likely recording her rescue.
Whatever. All Lena cared about was Kara. "Go," she ordered her pilot, and held on tightly as the helicopter lifted toward the sky.
TO BE CONTiNUED...
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resident-dumb-fuck · 5 months
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every stephen sondheim musical ranked by number of ao3 hits it has
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Text: An assassin for hire, I often make deals with the devil, who is so impressed by my lack of morals he’s been bragging about me to god. This is not good.
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its-a-geeks-world · 11 months
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Musical theater song titles that sound terrible out of context:
(some of them, in context too) (aka most of Avenue Q and Starkid)
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Part 1/?
See also:
Final exams season as musical theater song titles
Going back to school as told by musical theater/movie musicals song titles
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Favourite assassins🫶
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wild-raven-and-crow · 5 months
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Keep Your Mornings in Perspective
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I really feel like I have accomplished something by foiling the assassins every morning - it's very inspiring.
(This is my old pied crow politely asking to share my breakfast. He was quite the gentleman in his natural tuxedo, and had such nice manners. Looking at this picture of him makes me happy.)
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tamiisnthere · 4 months
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When I saw the TF2 version of PetPet, I wanted to make this with AC protagonists (+ Haytham), but with my renders. ☺️
Unfortunately, I don't have the models of Kassandra, Alexios, Basim, Eivor and Layla to make renders of them, sorry. 😔
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raustenacious · 1 year
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illustratus · 1 month
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The Death of Caesar by Jean-Léon Gérôme
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animentality · 1 year
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One of the most romantic things to ever happen in cinema comes from this sleeper hit movie called RED, which is about a bunch of former spies/assassins coming out of retirement to do a job together.
One of the old spies is Helen Mirren, who has this wonderful exchange with another female character
Victoria (Helen Mirren) : You know, I was in love with an agent once.
Sarah Ross : What happened?
Victoria (Helen) : Well, I was with MI6. And the relationship wasn't... sanctioned. So when it came to light, my loyalty was questioned. And I was ordered to kill him. It was a test.
Sarah Ross : What did you do?
Victoria (Helen) : I put three bullets in his chest.
And it's like damn.
She cold as fuck? What a mommy. An ice cold assassin, who chose her career over her love.
But then.
You actually meet the guy, who shows Bruce Willis' character the 3 bullet wounds.
And then he says something so beautiful:
Ivan Simanov: [shows Frank his bullet wounds] This was done to me by the love of my life. Three bullets in the chest. When I woke alive, I knew she still loved me. Or else it would have been the head. It was big risk for her, of course, but one does crazy things for love.
And it's like....
how fucking beautiful....
Like just the set up was so good....and the payoff was magnificent.
"I was ordered to kill him...it was a test. I put three bullets in his chest."
"Three bullets to the chest....When I woke up alive, I knew she still loved me."
Like...if she wanted me dead... I'd be dead...she must love me!
If John Wick and Scott Pilgrim didn't inspire 7 Deadly Habits of the Modern Demon Summoner, then RED did.
Assassins that try to kill one another...but can't quite finish the job....their fingers twitch on the trigger, their aim is off, their aim for the chest instead of the head...
just slay me, darlings.
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strangemonochromes · 4 months
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Tomie ("Assassins") // Junji Ito
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