#crispy writes

[crispyjenkins]

(AC wip) The Savage Price of Piety

it's desmond's deathday and i wrote like. 9,000 more words to this wip (first two parts here) last week and i want to brag about it, so happy deathday you wet bastard (mostly gen but with a surprise rarepair, time travel/reincarnation, found family, william miles’ a+ parenting, accidental subterfuge, desmond goes by miles mostly, inspired by study of flight by @esamastation but with a twist!, only somewhat historically accurate swears by which i mean probably not at all but leonardo had some Opinions alright) have some (three) chronological but scattered bits of scenes

  “Oh,” Claudia says as soon as she opens the door, seeing Ezio’s rather wretched expression, “you’ve figured it out, then.”

  “You could have told me,” he growls, following her into the entryway and closing the door behind himself. 

  Claudia scoffs, spinning on heel to lead the way further into the building for the kitchens. “I had one conversation with the boy, brother, I was hardly sure of it myself. Wait,” she halts and points a finger at him accusingly, “how did you figure it out?”

  Ezio, quite graciously he thinks, ignores the subtle insult to his intelligence. Sighing, he pushes back his hood before their mother sees him with it on indoors, and runs a hand over his beard. “I had Leonardo visit.”

  Claudia’s face slackens, before twisting into a rage that has Ezio stepping away warily.

  But she punches the wall instead of her brother, a shouted “Gods damn it!” echoing in the narrow space. Then she spins on her heel and hollers further into the residential part of the bordello, “Mother! We forgot about Leonardo!”

  Horrified by his sister and concerned for his mother’s current mental state, Ezio reaches out to put a hand on Claudia’s arm, but he doesn’t get the chance before Maria de' Auditore is shouting right back, “God damn it!”

  Grumbling, Claudia stomps down the hall and leaves a very confused Ezio hurrying to follow; she ignores all his pleas for explanation until she’s stomped into the kitchen, where their mother is pouring two very large glasses of wine, with very little water to cut down the potency. She passes one to Claudia silently, and then they both drink, though luckily they aren’t attempting to down it all at once.

  “I can’t believe we forgot the Maestro,” their mother mutters to herself as she comes over to kiss Ezio on both cheeks, before shoving the still mostly-full glass into his hands.

  “Forgot him for what?” Ezio wants to know, clutching the glass like a mother clutches a babe.

  “To test if Miles really is an Auditore.” It’s said so flippantly, like it doesn’t affect Claudia at all, but she also collapses into one of two chairs at the little tea table under the largest window. Their mother takes the other, massaging her forehead and looking like she’s grieving their family all over again.

  It occurs to Ezio, as he moves to stand next to the table, that she probably is.

--

“It’s all up to you now, Seventeen.”

  Desmond opens his eyes to the dark of the dormitory, faint moonlight cutting over the floor between his bed and Nino’s, and he can’t bring himself to move — even to roll off his arm that is very much still asleep. 

  Clay still haunts him.

  Five hundred fucking years, and his current twenty-four besides, and that fucker still won’t leave him alone. If Desmond were not so familiar with what an actual Bleed feels like, he’d almost think Clay is stuck in his brain the same way as his ancestors. Thank fuck he stopped Bleeding Ezio’s memories and feelings, while still retaining much of the training.

  Fuck, time travel is so weird.

  Or, reincarnation? He’s not sure of much, but he’s sure he was dead, he’s sure he burned, and he’s sure that though his 15th century mother had affectionately called him [redacted], his name is Desmond Miles.

  Or just Miles, he supposes. Sue him, he panicked when Adele first approached him, and the best aliases are ones you know you’ll respond to, right? If only he’d have had the forethought to divorce himself from his... future family’s surname.

  It sounds different enough with an Italian accent that it hasn’t caused any problems, yet. Like making him flinch. Or snapping that he hasn’t been a Miles since he was sixteen.

  Granted, he still has no idea what he would go by instead. Altaïr and Conner would feel weird, while Sef or Darim are just a bit on the nose, and does he look like an Edward? Malik, maybe. His grandmother here, now, is actually from the Levant, so his skin is certainly dark enough that people wouldn’t be surprised by the name.

Except that feels almost akin to naming himself Leonardo.

--

  So instead, Leonardo spends every spare moment with his best friend, sometimes to brainstorm, sometimes to simply be there for him. It’s during one of these visits, he and Ezio once again observing the youngest assassins in the training ring, that he hears Miles laugh for the first time, and it’s as if ice water has been poured directly into his veins.

  Oh fuck. Oh Saints, oh Holy Father, oh fuck.

  “Leonardo?” Ezio asks quietly, head tilted towards him in concern, but Leonardo ignores him to stumble for the bannister to lean over it and stare down at Miles learning a little jig from Tullio, laughing all the while.

  He had only heard it once, truth be told, and it had been Salaí that had caused it, but even three years later, Leonardo remembers the laugh of Rodrigo Borgia’s sinister little shadow.

  Below, Miles doesn’t stop smiling, but his golden brown gaze yanks up towards Leonardo as if knowing his thoughts are about him. His eyes narrow, then widen slightly in realisation, and then he winces and looks away, which is all the confirmation Leonardo needs.

  Turning around, Leonardo grabs a confused Ezio by the arm and drags him from the training room, ignoring his protests until they find the nearest empty room.

  “Leonardo, what—?”

  “Romulus.”

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#that last one 👀 #the first one is part of my sib's favorite scene so far #middle one is just des being a Mess #crispy writes #also #absolutely do NOT think about the timeline i beg u #i am gay and Tired #savage price #that'll be the tag for all posts about this fic #if i do end up posting more #anyway the other posts are now tagged with it too #not star wars #for those that filter on my blog #title from poor isaac by airborne toxic event! #which was my 2nd most-listened-to song this year #yoinking some tags from the last posts: #this whole fic is based on the trope of time travel des not knowing how to lie for shit and people making assumptions (à la study of flight #except their assumptions turn out to be mostly right #des isn't ezio's kid tho 👀

[crispy-bonnie]

Bain and teenager contractor reader? Platonic and hadcannons, please and thank you.

alright so it’s been WAYYY too long since i posted a fic and decided to go out of order on reqs because i really need to get this shit done

i apologize profusely for the amount of time it’s taken for me to get this shit done , and i hope it meets your standards . thank you for reading and on to the hcs !!

Bain + Teenage Contractor!Reader HCs

Man who’s dumbass decided to hack Crime.net again 💀

That dumbass happened to be you (/lh)

You were in the need for some cash but you had absolutely no experience in heisting and you knew damn well that you’d be snapped like a twig by cops

However, something you did have experience in was hacking

You’ve been on the dark web once or twice, sold some information that had high value, things like that

So when you found out about the PAYDAY gang, you knew that you just had to have them do the job

Bain was scared shitless upon seeing some new mf log into Crime.net as an admin

However, because you didn’t have the fanciest of firewalls, he managed to pinpoint both your location and identity

Bain thought you were just some dumb teen who decided to fuck around and find out

Just as he was about to wipe you off the face of the platform, you sent him an encrypted message

Now the real confusion settles in. How smart is this kid?

The two of you end up negotiating a deal, one that would keep the both of you from getting knee deep into shit with the cops

A heist was arranged where the gang would cook up some meth so that it could be sold on the black market

Seeing how well the gang did the job, you hesitated none in hiring them again

Bain was just as pleased, seeing as you held up on your part of the deal and made sure the PAYDAY crew received a cut of whatever you earned from those meth sales

Of course, you end up finding yourself in a compromised situation

Dark web people are shady, and seeing your activity on said platform, there were certain sharks willing to kill or kidnap you for the goodies

Bain not only sees this as a huge problem because it would harm profit, but also because of how young you were. Though you’ve done some shady deals, you were still a kid.

If you don’t have a family or live in a toxic household, he’ll make an attempt to have you meet up with Twitch or Bile so that the crew could keep you under safe watch

PAYDAY gang family HCs here 🤭🤭

If you do have a family of sorts, he’ll make sure to hire hitmen and other undercover protection for you.

You won’t know it, but there’s always at least one person in your vicinity making sure that you’re unharmed

You end up unintentionally leaving a trail of corpses because of it 💀

Bain also teaches you some tips and tricks on hacking and keeping yourself secure, just to make sure that you don’t get yourself too fucked

Overall, he’s not attached to you, but he definitely isn’t going to let any shady motherfuckers try and get their hands on you.

#payday 2 #payday #fanfiction #fanfic #payday 2 x reader #payday x reader #reader insert #x reader #headcanons #payday 2 headcanons #payday 2 bain #bain payday 2 #platonic #teen!reader #crispy writes

[dorito-with-no-weakness]

Techno would like to have a normal day for once. When he finds Dream napping in his wolf pen, he silently curses his security detail (Ed the polar bear) for being so careless before engaging in conversation with his unexpected visitor.

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Wrote this months ago for the dreblr secret santa and decided spur of the moment to fix it up a bit and post it on ao3. Hope you enjoy, it made me smile a bit when I wasn’t feeling so good tonight. 

#dreblr #crispy writes

[crispyliza]

I've got you all figured out fanartists

#I should have learned how to draw #i have so many ideas and so little time to write #i wish i could make a vague comic about them and have a fanfic author get hooked and write it for me 😭 #fanfiction #fanart #meme #crispy talks #shitpost #this was inspired by some overlord huskerdust comics with incredible ideas i saw on twitter #where the artists are clearly waiting for someone to get hooked lol #hazbin hotel #the witcher #hannigram #hannibal #geraskier #good omens #ineffable husbands #my edit #helluva boss #the magnus archives #house of the dragon #dungeon meshi #atla #stranger things #aang #zuko #steddie #mlp #dc #percy jackson

[rrat-king]

had to do a long drive back to school today so for no particular reason here are the bad kids gas station roadtrip snacks:

adaine is a sour candy girl i know it in my soul(also fun fact eating sour candy can help override ur brain during a panic attack). sour patch watermelon candies + arizona iced tea is just like. her truth

kristen is canonically a yerba mate enjoyer and it shows. lemon yerba mate + dill sunflower seeds she eats shell and all

riz is the most prolific gas station food enjoyer so i feel like he will do something new eveytime, strategically trying to figure out what is the best drink + candy + chip combo, but his go to is blue bug juice + m&m’s + bugles

fig is too easy. the fuego takis + classic monster. sometimes peach rings

gorgug is a jacks links jerky boy. classic jerky + trail mix + water. he also does the dad thing of sticking his hand back and stealing snacks from everyone else as driver tax

fabian is the opposite of riz and just has. so little experience with gas station food and is frankly appalled by it. he will not eat the snacks but he will get blue gatorade

#sometimes ur on the same road for 4 hours and the blorbo thoughts just come #also if ur wondering my go to is dr pepper + teriyaki beef jerky + rice crispy treat #d20 #fantasy high #dimension 20 #kristen applebees #adaine abernant #fig faeth #riz gukgak #gorgug thistlespring #fabian seacaster #fantasy high hc’s #fantasy high headcannons #my writing

[hotwings-incorrect-quotes]

dabi: birch.

hawks: what did you just called me??

dabi: *louder* BIRCH

hawks: ????? what? why did you call me like some freaking tree? what the hell?

dabi: it’s not a tree, it’s a bird bitch - birch.

hawks: and now he is a fucking poet...

#dabi writes haikus #about birches mostly #hawks’ thoughts: why do i even try #also hawks: write me one about crispy chicken #birch is a thing now #dabi #hawks #hotwings #hotwings incorrect quotes #incorrect bnha quotes #incorrect hotwings quotes #my hero academia #keigo takami #toya todoroki #boku no hero academia #birch #dabihawks #bnha #mha #mha incorrect quotes #toukei

[hannibard]

In almost all yennskier fics there's an element of geraskier, them being exes or Jaskier having unrequited feelings for Geralt, and while that's fine and all, I'm desperate for some fics WITHOUT geraskier, with Jaskier having to deal with all the angst that comes with being in love with your best friend's girlfriend/ex bc even if Yennefer loved him back, Jaskier is too loyal to Geralt to ever do anything about it.

Imagine them all traveling together post Voleth Meir and Jaskier and Yennefer desperately trying to hide their feelings while failing a bit more each day.

Imagine the secret lingering looks and gentle touches and maybe a kiss or two when they're left alone and can't hold back.

Imagine Jaskier writting song after song about her and having to lie when Geralt and Ciri ask who it's about. Yennefer would pretend not to know.

Imagine Jaskier going back to his usual manwhore self, sleeping with any willing person around except Yennefer and imagine Yennefer slowly giving in to Geralt's attempts to get back together, hoping her feelings for him will rekindle one day. Imagine the jealousy!

#geraskier is my otp (haven't used that term in years damn) but it doesn't have to be default for every single witcher fic #the witcher #text #geraskefer #yennefer of vengerberg #yennskier #yenskier #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #dandelion #ramblings #geraskier #geralt of rivia #twn #gifs #prompt #maybe i should write it #or i should finish my wips first lol #the gifs were taken from the yennskier wiki #cause that's a thing that exists #crispy

[seaweedstarshine]

“They engineered a psychopath to kill you.” “Totally married her. I'd never have made it here alive without River Song.”

Sources: Let's Kill Hitler, Diary of River Song: My Dinner With Andrew, Closing Time, The Husbands of River Song, Diary of River Song: The Furies, Diary of River Song: Animal Instinct, The Ruby's Curse, Time of the Doctor

#I don't know if this makes sense but I'm having fun #this is not an attempt to assign meaning to 'psychopath' but to explore how river relates to the identifier in relation to her trauma #and obvs not trying to equate implications of what river does with kovarian- rather examine how the abuse shaped her #river song #doctor who #ive got so many ideas for these and im wasting my 'time off' making gifs instead of taking advantage of #the ability to ignore work emails to get done other massive work projects. oh well #you know what. since this is my second media set in a row ima start tagging them like so- #edits by seaweed #words by seaweed #madame kovarian #crispy!master #the master #I deliberately didnt include the psychopath lines from Picnic at Asgard bc im saving it for a set about River as a demiurge :D #oh and I'm saving 'my bespoke psychopath' for a possible yowzah post surrounding 'two psychopaths is too much for one tardis' line #is SO much easier to do this to express my thoughts than writing words. you don't even KNOW how many incoherent essays in my drafts #okay ima get back to work #and then sleep

[crispyjenkins]

All We Have is Hunger Chapter 8

summary: offering to murder someone is a love language, actually

two years later here’s another 2,500 words of jango being Gay and another one of my fuckin Obi-Wans having lung problems

#prequel trilogy #hunger 'verse #jangobi #phantom menace au #bandomeer au #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #plo koon #jaster mereel #anakin skywalker #jango fett/obi wan kenobi #listen #im just as surprised as you are #you can thank desmond miles for this chapter for some reason #crispy writes

[crispy-bonnie]

Maybe some jacket x fem reader fluff 👉👈🥺

bet i actually had a jacket x reader fluff piece somewhere in my drafts , but i never got around to actually writing it . so i'll just use that prompt lol

Jacket's Jacket - JACKET X READER

"Huh...that's weird." Wolf muttered to himself as he averted his gaze from the gadget he was working on, in which his speak pulled Wick out of his thoughts.

"What's weird?" Wick inquired, raising a brow as he gave Wolf a curious look.

"Jacket...isn't wearing his jacket." Wolf answered, his befuddled look morhping into one of cringe. "I...wish he put it back on."

Unfortunately for Wolf, Jacket wouldn't be able to get the said piece of clothing back. He couldn't seem to find his signature jacket anywhere. He had already hounded Aldstone about it, as he made the mistake of letting the butler wash it since it was practically soaked in muck.

Of course, this time around, Jacket couldn't find it anywhere, and he was already going crazy about it. His fists were curled to the point where his knuckles were going white, and his face was flustered with anger. He's been angry before, but this is the first time the heisters have ever seen him visibly angry. Not even Sokol had the balls to make any remarks to him whilst he stomped by.

It was a strange sight for the safe house to see Jacket without his jacket, but it was also a sign that they probably shouldn't agitate him further. The one person who would’ve been able to calm him down was his partner. His partner? You.

You had to go on a heist, a stealth one to be specific, but you had to go to a place that was very cold, plus the heist was apparently urgent. You ended up grabbing a random coat out of Aldstone’s finished laundry pile, and that coat just so happened to be Jacket’s.

Fortunately, you were just arriving back at the safe house, but you weren’t expecting to be stared at by Sydney and Houston as you hopped out of the back of the van. The staring continued, this time by other heisters. You were rather uncomfortable because of the fact, but your attention was pulled away from that when you heard the sounds of an all-too-familiar Russian… pleading for mercy?

“ПОЖАЛУЙСТА! I don’t know where it is, я клянусь!”

You started your way down the stairs towards the safe house basement, the sounds of Sokol’s cries and begs for whoever it was to let him go getting louder.

“Erm… is everything okay in he-” You paused, your face paling upon seeing teal-shirted sociopath gripping tightly onto the now crumpled shirt collar of the poor Russian hockey player. You’ve seen Sokol pick fights with Jacket, sure, but never the other way around. “Woah woah! Hey! What the hell is going on in here!?”

Jacket’s head snapped towards you, his eyes filled with a glaring rage as he stared at you with nearly murderous intent. Recognizing his jacket, he was ready to run at you and choke you to death with the aforementioned clothing. However, he stopped, now registering that it was you wearing his jacket.

His cheeks flushed a bright red, his mind blanking on him as he let go of Sokol. He didn't even notice the loud groan that was elicited from the Russian man, as his attention was now on you. You were just about to help Sokol up, only to find yourself unable to move. Why? Well, Jacket had rushed up to you and trapped you in a tight hug.

He had his face buried into the crook of your neck, holding you close as if he were a child with his comfort plush. You were honest to god adorable to him whilst wearing his jacket, but the sheer fact that you were wearing it had his heart fluttering. Did you find it comfy? Did it make you feel nice? He wanted to know all of these things, but he couldn't bring his hands to get his tape recorder or sign this to you.

"Jacket I-" You were just about to try and bring his attention towards the fact that Dallas had come down to the basement to try and speak to him, but Jacket swept you off your feet...literally. He hoisted you into a princess carry before retreating to his hangout for a cuddle session.

The others just stared, most with confused expressions as they glanced at each other. Dallas let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in disappointment and relief as he muttered:

"At least he didn't kill Sokol..."

#jacket hotline miami #jacket payday 2 #hotline miami #payday 2 #payday #payday x reader #payday 2 x reader #jacket x reader #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #crispy writes

[snackleggg]

Icarus and The Sun

A little Thoschei drabble

~~~

The Master prided himself on his knowledge. He needed it any way he could get his hands on. Practical skill, theoretical. In every field, in every galaxy, he needed to hoard it like he could bury the drums beneath it all.

So, of course, after spending so much time on the primitive planet of Earth, he had learned much. One of the few things he actually enjoyed out of all the knowledge Earth had to offer was mythology. Humans, for as dim-witted and pudding brained as they were, were surprisingly good story tellers. It also helped that most mythologies on Earth were entertainingly bleak, like the one about the planet itself being a primordial evil entity that wanted to eat everything. Very entertaining.

One of the mythologies that he appreciated the most was probably the Ancient Greeks. Philosophers, theatrical, and the experts of tragedies, the Master found many of their myths the most entertaining of all.

He also found his mind drifting to their metaphors, their meanings. After all, he was a bit of a poet himself. He loved dramatic irony and theatrics, at least.

One story that intrigued him greatly was the story of Icarus. A story about hubris, as the Greeks were so found of. But stories rarely ever have just one interpretation, and his mind drifted to the other ways someone could see it.

A man, a simple mortal with wax wings, flying up and up despite the warning of those around him, until he was so close to the sun, Apollo, a brilliant and radiant God, that his wings melted and he fell to his demise in the sea.

When trying to picture the God of the Sun in these stories, all he could see was blond curly hair and bright golden eyes, a smiling young man among red grass. He shut the thought away, the face too familiar despite the fact that they hadn't worn it in centuries.

But it was true, wasn't it?

He wasn't a moon or a satellite or whatever other metaphors were used in relation to the sun.

No.

He was Icarus.

And his wax wings had melted long ago. Leaving him to drown in the sea of his own insanity, always too far away from his sun for them to help him.

He didn't care if he was burnt to crisp. If their brilliance and danger ate him up and left him as nothing, he just wanted their warm arms around him, their eyes that always seemed to have a gold tint to them in every body to gaze upon him and him alone. He didn't care if the full force of their affection and focus left him scorched and ash. He already burned brightly with his own anger. What was that in comparison to burning with love?

...

He REALLY needed to distract himself with another diabolical scheme. He was starting to think in poetically tragic metaphors, and the one time he'd let himself go too far down that route, he'd ended up eating ice cream while re-watching Pride and Prejudice for the 300th time.

Ugh, feelings.

#thoschei #doctor who #the master #i had dhawan!master in mind when writing this but it can be applied to any of them (apart from missy) #also i just realised this is kinda funny cause the master HAS literally been burned by the doctor *looking at crispy master* #my writing

[crispyliza]

I'm reading so many fanfics with the exact same ship and premise that whenever there's an update I have no idea which one it is lmao

#and i will read a hundred more! #i wanna see the same thing again and again and again and again and it never gets old #that being huskerdust fics with overlord husk #where he is a casino owner and wins against valentino and takes angel dust #and has him work for him #and they fall in love #i hope they never stop writing those cause I'm obsessed #hazbin hotel #angel dust #fanfiction #crispy talks #huskerdust

[ch3shire-rabbit]

Thinking about my dmk arc

#Sobbing because I take a wee break from doing Kirby things and since I don’t write anything down I kinda. Forgot what happened in his arc #So I’m just trying to remember #crispy’s art #kirby #dark meta knight #Gayass little creature. He gets a cravat later because I wanted him to be more vampire like #Does the red under the cape look okay? Like it sounded good in production but a month later now I’m kinda?? On the fence??

[crispy6usiness]

started making nsotf ocs. had a breakdown. bon appétit

#nsotf_oc #crispy art #stormy & mimic #they get their own tag. new blorbos i guess #i really default to gender neutral pronouns for all luis now you dont know how many theys i had to delete writing mimics bio #while stormy is helping mimic solve this murder hes also teaching him how to perform so he can have a rin for his last concert #it's sherlock but also camp rock #i had a little comic planned to express this in a more interesting way but i have no energy to do it before nsotf starts so. #putting these two in a little boat and pushing it into the sea for a couple months probably

[hannibard]

Witchers were feared by all, especially "The Butcher of Blaviken" and yet Jaskier was never scared of Geralt, which made zero sense. Geralt might not have been the emotionless killing machine the Continent made him out to be but Jaskier couldn't have known that.

Afer spending time with him, Geralt realised that it probably had to do with the bard's terrible self-preservation instincts. He got into trouble constantly and always followed Geralt on hunts, no matter how dangerous.

When the witcher once asked him about it the bard replied with his brightest smile: "I'm here for a good time, not a long time". It made Geralt roll his eyes but when he thought about it later, he realized with a chill that the bard meant it.

He already knew there was more to Jaskier than meets the eye. The bard talked nonstop and yet Geralt knew almost nothing about his past. He fleeted through towns and relationships, but nothing was permanent and none lasted. When he thought no one was looking at him he had a melancholic look in his eyes, void of the usual shine.

It always puzzled Geralt but now he couldn't help but face the terrifying truth: Jaskier didn't care at all whether he lived or died.

#drabble #tw implied suicide ideation #i hope someone more equipped than me could write something with this prompt #bc i can't do more than that #the witcher #text #fanfiction #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #my writing #crispy