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boba-beom · 28 days

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my offering today is nerd!beomgyu who cant admit that he likes hearing u praise him and pat his head like a puppy 😁

stawp it right now omg I couldn't stop giggling during this cb live :< he's so cute ARGHHHH!!

I swear it's meant to be fluffy, but there's some suggestive undertones here. I can't help it when I see beomgyu, praise and puppy in one sentence 🫠

nerd!beomgyu who has a strong personality when you're not close with him, but over time you gradually attempt to upgrade from your acquaintance phase and eventually to friends at the very least.

nerd!beomgyu who silently sits in the library on campus and nods after you ask if you can sit with him—not looking up from his paper and you feel a little disappointed given that you dolled up a little more today.

nerd!beomgyu who chews the inside of his cheeks when you buy him food or his favourite vinyls when he surpasses the whole class on an end-of-sem test once again.

nerd!beomgyu with the piles of books on his desk and some scattered on his bed when he invites you to his place to study together, shrugging his bag off his shoulder and momentarily taking his glasses off after a long day. you hate to admit that you found him even more attractive than you already did.

nerd!beomgyu who blushes when you take your sweater off and it slightly lifts your shirt underneath, exposing your waist and just beneath your bra, only leaving him to hope that you'd wear a baggier shirt so he'd catch the view of it next time.

nerd!beomgyu who's stubborn and tells you to take his desk while he's on the floor leaning against the side of his bed, the both of you doing a few worksheets while he has his vinyl record playing one of the vinyls you got him.

nerd!beomgyu who stretches and you turn to see him, dishevelled hair shying over his eyes and his mouth ajar to let out a strained groan. that noise was something that would be engraved in your head until the late hours into the night.

nerd!beomgyu who asks if you're done with your worksheet, comparing answers but then noticing that you struggled on a couple, asking him to show you how he got the answers.

nerd!beomgyu who bites the inside of his bottom lip when you coo praises and pat his head, "wow, you're so good at this beommie. no wonder you're always at the top of the class."

nerd!beomgyu who retaliates when you accuse him of being into praises and innocent head pats. "oh you love this don't you?" "what are you talking about." "well the tent in your slacks says a lot, puppy."

nerd!beomgyu whose cheeks and tips of his ears are furiously blushing when you point it out and from the nickname, and now even more when you ask him, "want me to reward you with something else?"

nerd!beomgyu who squeaks out a "please." before you lay a light hand over his crotch. he loves being praised by you. he loves head pats. and most of all, he loves being your nerdy sub. and you know that too.

#sighhh I got carried away lol #I swear I wanted it to be fluffy #evie ᡣ𐭩 #my313 ᡣ𐭩 #[ 🪴 ] — asks.#[ 🧸 ] — mutuals.#mdni #smiles hard hours #beomgyu suggestive #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt suggestive #smiles writes ౨ৎ

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helluvabun · 2 months

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Lucifer xreader?

authors note: Inspired by a comment :) um, learning I really like writing nothing burgers but I'm pretty happy with this one...

Lucifer and Alastor argue over you

TW: mentions of a sibling? idk if thats a trigger

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Alastor had really done it this time. You knew he wasn’t the most genuine of friends, aware he was just being nice for personal gain. But as time went on and you and he settled into the gentle routine of quiet afternoon teas listening to jazz in his half-open bedroom under the stars, you allowed yourself to believe maybe he enjoyed your companionship. Then you lay in bed, crying over finding out your sibling ended up in hell, and he had the audacity to offer you a deal. Not even a good deal: he’d get them to the hotel in exchange for your soul. You yelled at him angrily and stormed down to the bar, face still puffy from your sobs. You demanded the strongest thing on hand from Husk before burying your hands in your arms. He poured you a double shot with a small smile.

Lucifer entered the empty bar and walked over to you. He stood quietly, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence. Eventually, he spoke, his voice barely a murmur. "I heard what happened."

You hastily wiped your eyes, looking up at him with a nervous smile. "What? How?"

"Everyone heard what happened… you weren’t exactly quiet, kiddo," he sighed gently, taking a seat on the stool beside you. "I already sent Maggie to retrieve the new sinner, so don’t worry your head about that, okay?"

You nodded silently at the information, taking another sip from your glass. You didn't know what to do; you were still so angry, but you didn't want to yell at Lucifer too, even though you wanted to yell at everyone and anything that could hear. His presence somehow seemed more comforting than the empty stool that was next to you just a few seconds ago.

Lucifer stayed silent for a moment, thinking of what to say next. He cleared his throat slightly before speaking in a soft voice, "I'm sorry about what happened with Alastor. He was never the most trustworthy demon." He leaned back against the bar and sipped his drink. "But I promise you that I will do everything in my power to ensure that your sibling is well taken care of at the hotel. And don't worry, I won't ask you to give up your soul in exchange."

You smiled softly and turned to thank him, but as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, you were interrupted by the voice you least wanted to hear.

"I don't recall being untrustworthy." You almost jumped out of your skin. After all this time, you’re still not used to him appearing randomly behind you. "At the very least, I can be trusted to uphold my end of the bargain. No need to vilify me."

"Oh really? Because I seem to remember you agreeing to take this poor sinner’s soul in exchange for getting their sibling to the hotel! Isn’t that right, Alastor dear?" The devil spoke up, a playful yet firm edge to his voice, his expression remaining steady.

"I don’t remember this deal involving you," Alastor said pointedly, placing a hand possessively on your shoulder, ignoring your stiffening under his touch. "Can we discuss this matter upstairs, my dear? This really should stay a matter between two friends."

"We were having a conversation, and I think it’s rather clear she’d rather continue that than leave with you," Lucifer interjected.

Alastor, with a wide grin that can only be described as predatory in context, slowly slid his hand off you, a slight shiver running down your spine. Lucifer's eyes turned cold, and his smile disappeared, a chilling silence filling the air. Lucifer slowly stood from the stool and looked directly at Alastor with an angry expression. Alastor stared back with a calm and confident expression, not backing down from the argument.

"Come with me, my dear. This was just a misunderstanding we can get through."

"You think she would ever choose you over me?" The King laughed. "Even if she could forgive you for your actions, she'd rather be with someone whose heart isn't filled with hatred and fear. Someone who wouldn't use her for their own gain. Someone like me."

"Are you really going to side with him? You know as well as I that Lucifer is nothing more than a deceitful, tyrannical tyrant that cares nothing for the soul of a mere sinner. Now please take my hand and let's discuss this upstairs, shall we?" He didn’t give you a choice, grabbing your hand and pulling you gently. Lucifer grabbed your other hand to hold you in place. You were in a very awkward position now, caught between a rock and a hard place. Lucifer and Alastor continued to bicker. Their voices were becoming louder and louder with each passing moment. You wished they would just shut up and leave you alone for a few seconds.

Lucifer seemed to be the only one who wanted to do the right thing for you without expecting anything in return. And you know what? He's right. Alastor is untrustworthy, manipulative, and cruel. You're so glad he's on your side.

"Will you two just shut up!" you finally said loudly, causing both of them to stop mid-sentence. "You two can’t just argue over me like I’m the last piece of pizza. Alastor, I don’t want to go with you."

"Well, you heard the girl! She doesn’t want to go with me! And since she doesn’t value me as a friend, I’ll be on my way," Alastor said, his tone unreadable, smiling broadly at Lucifer before turning to leave.

Lucifer's grip on your hand tightened a bit as he watched Alastor walk out the door. He let out a long exhale and looked at you with a soft expression.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, his voice full of concern. You nodded silently, feeling relieved that the confrontation was over.

The Devil smiled warmly at you before releasing your hand. "Would you like to stay for another drink? On the house, of course."

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vadlings · 4 months

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recent sketches hiiii

#jacob frye #evie frye #maxwell roth #assassins creed syndicate #assassin's creed syndicate #ac syndicate #art #fanart #ac #i always ramble in my tags but i dont have anything to write. i'm close to 100%ing the game even though im playing more because of a genera #feeling of ennui than anything else atp. the last jacob drawing is so me. the malaise is real #aside from doodling im working on a drawing for the secret santa my friends and i do every year :-) its super fun #clart (clay art)

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everwitch-magiks · 3 months

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Alex Claremont-Diaz, a ballet dancer, is asked to list his ‘favorite positions.’ His hilariously suggestive answer goes viral, as does the unexpectedly flustered reaction to it by the Internet’s very own FoxySexEd. So obviously, Alex has to slide into Henry’s DMs. How could he resist? When a man that attractive wants your dick, only a fool would pass. Henry is surprising. He wants to be pushed around, thrown for a loop, and he wants Alex to do it for him. But whenever Alex tries to soften his landing, Henry clams up like he’s been burned. Alex can work around that, obviously. He's a dancer. If you're gonna toe the line just right, pointe shoes are a must. Or: Alex and Henry fuck. Not in missionary.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alternate universe #evie writes #fanfiction

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demigoddessqueens · 5 months

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family

Family Headcanons of each of the leads

For the November codexmonthly prompt

Altair

He never really saw himself as a parent, but when you tell him you’re expecting or when you both become parents, he sees a younger version of himself and cares for his kin immensely, a new generation of his family

Connor/Ratonhnkake:ton

He’s entirely full of nerves but you reassure him he’s doing fine. Be ready for Connor to constantly check up on you, grabbing whatever you need, and when he finally holds his child in his arms, he never wants to be separated from them

Jacob

A whole rollercoaster of emotions, he wants to be better than his father but also sheds his old carefree habits bit by bit to care for you and his child, the type to be a fun dad but also serious when he needs to be

Ezio

Oh you’ve made him the happiest man there is! He’s thrilled, nervous, excited, grateful his family is growing again. A total fun dad who’s super protective too!

Evie

Oh she frets constantly over you on what you need, but she’s thrilled at the chance to be a mom. Jacob as the fun, protective uncle and she as the loving, protective mother

Arno 🇫🇷

He didn’t think he was deserving of having such a loving family unit after before, but you prove him (thankfully) wrong. He thinks loving you and having kids would slip through his fingers but the days, weeks, months and years are all the more loving

Eivor

They adore the family you’ve created together and always treasures every second. Also the type of dad to carry the tiny ones on their shoulders or back during playtime

Bayek

Such a good dad!! Like he’s super involved, super loving, always wants to teach the Little One, and is never short of interesting stories to tell them at bed time

Kassandra

She’s a loving mom who has a habit of singing lullabies to Little One and has stories to entertain them with

Basim

Ecstatic and enthusiastic type of dad! Oh you’ve made him the happiest man alive! The type to spoil you during pregnancy and always present for each milestone

Shay

Rambunctious type of dad that always has his Little One giggling at everything. From birth, Tiny One always wants to go sailing on The Morrigan with their papa

Haytham

Stern but loving dad (even if he’s not good at showing it, but he cares! A lot! The type of dad to carry full conversations with Little One’s babbling when they’re at the infant stage

Edward 🏴‍☠️

He is also Fun Dad™️ but has his serious, protective streak too. It’s either taking Little One sailing on The Jackdaw, teaching them sea shanties or he’s holding still whole Little One likes to climb all over him

Aveline

She’s the type of mom who is very encouraging with her kid when they set their mind to do something, and they also like a shopping trip or two

EDIT: Desmond

He’s a bit of a nervous dad at first, thinking he’s not cut out for this at first, but you’re there to help him every step of the way. Later Becomes that kind of dad that is involved 110% and absolutely uses the Dad Jokes

And don’t get me started if he’s a girl dad! 😜

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kingchad · 7 months

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nobody asked but this is my official descendants sexuality chart. i will not accept criticism on this.

#you may be wondering why i think most of them are bisexual. it may help you to know that i am bisexual #*mine #*jpg #if you read anything i write and i dont clarify sexuality this is what i'm going off of #and now my tags:#Mal #Evie #Jay #Carlos #Ben #Doug #Chad #Audrey #Jane #Lonnie #uma #Harry #Gil

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kiwichaeng · 3 months

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Thank you for the tag @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @theghostofashton 🩷

“Hey,” Carlos says in a soft voice as he moves to kneel in front of TK. TK looks up and into soulful brown eyes. They're full of nothing but understanding and warmth and TK feels like he could burst into tears right there. The way Carlos is looking at him is nothing like he was expecting. There's no dislike or blame in them like TK is convinced he deserves. This time Carlos doesn't let him break eye contact and TK ignores the way that makes him feel. “TK, none of this is your fault.” Carlos’ voice is nothing but sincere.

No pressure tags under the cut 🩷

@liminalmemories21 @lightningboltreader @strandnreyes @orchidscript @strandtk @reyesstrand @ladytessa74 @three-drink-amy @chicgeekgirl89 @redshirt2 @lemonlyman-dotcom @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @fallout-mars @meyli-vaisyl @paperstorm +open tag!

#I'm trying not to spoil anything here #evie's writing #autopsy fic #also I haven't really looked at who has done it already so I'm sorry if I tagged you when you've already shared #and as always lmk if you wanna be added or removed from the tags 🩷

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she-wont-miss · 1 year

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okay you asked for lumax prompts and i shall deliver

erica pov where max is over at the sinclairs (while lucas and max are broken up) and erica is Scheming to get them back together because. there's something special about outsider povs and little sibling shenanigans

if you don't mind of course :)

I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH!! i have like. 5 prompts now that ill write over various periods of time but. this one is first so look out and ill tag you when i post the ao3 link <33

#juno tag <3 #you guys rock #evie's writing #evie talks #might write #(will write)

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writtenbyevie · 1 year

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Flower Language Based Prompt List I made instead of writing 💐

I tried to make the prompts relate to each flower’s definition per the Victorian Flower Language without getting too repetitive.

The prompts are all fairly open ended and I figured people could use them for their own inspiration or request games!!

You know the “send me a ship and flower and I’ll write something.”

Anywho, if anyone does end up using this I’d love it if you’d tag me so I can read what you’ve written!! Either way, I hope someone can get use out my procrastinating 💖

Click here to view an unedited version of the document: The List

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amusingmusie · 13 days

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I know it's not going to happen but what do you think a child between Nel & Alastor would be like? Personality wise or appearance

History Repeats Itself

This is goddamn ridiculous.

Heels click against shiny vinyl flooring as Nel tears off down the hallway, speeding past flyers promoting honors ceremonies and painted murals of happy children. Pushing open door after door and stomping hard enough to make her knees shake, she does nothing to hide her rage over such a bullshit situation. Her fingers twitch with the need for a goddamned cigarette, but she doesn’t trust herself to not light this private school aflame with it. Oh no, she’s not chancing that, not when she’d ruin the career she fought to earn and the schooling she pays out the ass for in one fell swoop.

Her warpath only halts when she reaches a thick wooden door simply labeled as Dean’s Office. It’s becoming increasingly familiar as of late. With a barely contained growl, she knocks the door open, steps into the room, and prepares for battle.

“She is evil!”

“That’s a strong word. I prefer the term strong-willed instead.”

“Shut it! You’re a malignant tumor on this school!!!”

“Wow, that was a good one. You’re improving your vocabulary, congratulations!”

“DEVIL!”

“You know, anything you say can be held against you in court, I’d mind your words if I were you.”

“WE ARE NOT IN COURT!!!!!”

Nel watches a teenage girl hiss and spit pure venom with all the rage of a feral creature. Her dark eyes are blazing with unfiltered fury, something Nel herself recognizes all too well. There’s no need to ask what has her raging- oh no, Nel is aware of the issue, she sure fucking knows exactly who is responsible for this mess.

Turning on her heels, Nel stares down the little shit sitting primly in a chair by the flabbergasted dean. Not a curly hair is out of her place on her head, with each chocolate strand pinned neatly back with a stylish bow. Quickly, she gives a small pat to her immaculate bumper bang like she’s brushing away some invisible dust that could possibly disrupt her picture-perfect image.

She’s a doll with smooth caramel skin and large hazel eyes.

She’s adorable with pearly white teeth and freckles dotted across her cheeks.

She’s precious with her long, poofy skirt and long, poofy hair.

She’s perfect.

Except, her mother knows better. Oh, does she ever know better.

“Sweet Christ,” Nel sighs with something that isn’t quite disappointment, but certainly isn’t glee. Nobody has breathed a word of what events called her down to the private school, again, but she’s certain that her spawn is somehow responsible because she is always responsible when chaos occurs. “Evie. What in the hell is going on here?”

“Momma, there you are!” Bouncing out of her seat, Evie skips over to her mother without a care in the world. She doesn’t bat an eye at her classmate glaring daggers at her or the dean blinking in exasperation since she’s too busy sidling up to her revered birth-giver. “Listen, this is all a big, silly mix-up. I’m completely innocent-”

“Lies-!”

“It was Roxxy who dumped the paint on her own bag to frame me-”

“NO, I DID NOT-!”

“Because why would I ever do such a terrible thing?” Looking for backup, she moves her gaze to the dean, who simply nods his head in slight agreement. “I would never jeopardize my perfect record with the threat of a conduct mark, and for what? To upset my good friend Roxxane with a ridiculous prank?”

“We are not friends!” the other teen growls, her skin turning an intense shade of crimson from the wrath boiling in her bones.

“You’re right, we’re best friends! Thank you for reminding me,” Evie chirps, her toothy smile growing wider.

Nel swats away unfortunate flashbacks that threaten to overtake the moment.

“Okay, kid, put a pin in it. Just, God, come on, we’re leaving, now. Go.” Once her daughter departs from the room with a final wave to her so-called friend, Nel stares at the dean. “Stop calling me for this bullshit. I pay this school too goddamn much money to run up here each time there’s an issue with these two- next time, deal with it.”

The door slams shut behind her, and she marches on.

Leather pumps and leather oxfords click together in time down the hallway.

“What on God’s green earth possessed you to do that?” Nel scoffs, not pausing her march to freedom for a moment. It hardly matters since her kid already has at least an inch on her, because of course she does, her legs are more than long enough to keep up with the redhead’s shorter stomps. “Dumping paint on someone’s bag? Shit, did you just forget any home training I gave you?”

“Momma!” Evie gasps in offense, her round eyes going wide. “You don’t believe in my innocence?”

“No.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Just like that, the act drops and she shrugs, clicking her shiny saddle shoes on the floor. “But I didn’t do it for fun. Well, maybe I did, but she also deserved it.”

“You cannot continue to terrorize that girl. This is the third time that there’s been an incident in the past five weeks. Every time you get yourself into a mess, I gotta hightail it up here to drag you home, and that’s time I lose with my clients, and that’s money I lose to spend on you. You think it reflects positively on me when I’m unable to run my firm because I’m wrangling my daughter?”

“I know, but-“

“Genevieve Marie Sheridan-“

“You don’t understand!”

“Then enlighten me.”

“She’s terrible!” Uncharacteristic irritation crosses over Evie’s sharp facial features, contorting them into a disgruntled expression eerily similar to the one worn by the ginger walking next to her. “I’m telling you, I have never met someone so absolutely dull and unpleasant in all my life! Sure, I’ve only been alive for fourteen years, but I’ve had a worldly fourteen years!”

“Oh, really now?”

“Momma, forget the details! What I’m trying to explain to you is that she is awful, so I’m attempting to help her become less awful with some harmless fun.”

A familiar feeling creeps along Nel’s skin. It’s a distant feeling, one she hasn’t felt in nearly fifteen years, but it’s one she can never forget, not ever. It’ll haunt her til the day she dies, and long after that too.

Cold realization begins to dawn on her.

“...What makes this girl so bad?”

“What doesn’t?” the teen snips, rolling her eyes. “She always has to argue with me or oppose me, she can never just listen to anything I say! I don’t understand. Everyone else loves me- as they should, I’m amazing.”

“Mhm.”

“But not her! Never her. She’s been against me since we moved here, what, seven years ago? All because everyone adores me due to my benevolent nature and because she’s an envious ball of rage with no friends.”

“Mhm.”

“And I always think of how repulsive she is, especially at the worst times! Did you know that I dreamed of her nasty little face the other night? She’s a true nightmare at this point. I can’t escape her even in my sleep.”

“I bet.”

“So, in conclusion, she is my number one enemy, and I will destroy her.” Evie raises her upturned nose into the air with a slight huff. “In completely legal ways, of course. Such as kindness. And a few ink bombs too.”

There it is.

Pausing at the front of the school, Nel faces the little turd fully, her initial anger fading. Hell, she can never stay mad at the kid for long; that’s her baby, no matter how tall she grows or how ruthless she becomes.

When Evie returns her mother’s softening gaze with a kind one of her own, Nel swallows down an old sadness that’s taken root inside of her. It’s been there for years, always hovering like a ghost in the background, always lingering no matter how long she ignores it. But, its presence isn’t so heavy with her kid here, even if she wears a dead man’s face and speaks in his same chipper tone.

It would be just like Alastor to have a child so eerily like himself. He could never quit the game; he’d always leave some version of himself behind to plague Nel.

Fitting. He always had to have the last laugh.

“You know, I know a thing or two about having an enemy.”

“Oh, like the DA?”

“No, not that son of a bitch, though he’s worthless,” she grumbles. “No, I had someone else I swore to destroy a long time ago.”

“Well, did you?” she asks, and Nel gives her a strained, tired smile.

“Yes and no. That’s a story for another day. For now, all I’ll tell you is that you need to be careful, and that maybe you should spend some time using that big brain to decide what you really think of this nemesis of yours.”

“Well, I hate her. I don't need to think about that.”

Nel rolls her eyes. “No doubt, but hate can sometimes…ah, fuck it, I’ll save it.” With a shake of her head, she waves away her words. “You’ll figure it out, baby. Now come on, we’re getting the hell out of here. Goddamn ridiculous school.”

“Yes ma’am!” Evie skips along happily next to Nel, contagious cheer radiating off of her. “We need to go anyway. I’d like to be at least down the block before the dye bomb I placed in Roxxy’s locker detonates.”

“...The what?”

There’s a distant pop, and then a muffled scream from deep inside of the school building.

Evie blinks innocently, and then Nel sighs.

History always repeats itself.

#I really hope you like Evie because she's existed in my brain for almost as long as I've been writing Yours Truly #I don't feel like this drabble did her true justice either #she is the little shit of all time #also I couldn't resist making her enemy have an “ox” name whoopsie #she's unfortunately very similar to her father #Nel's genetics got bodied #evil lesbian child #don't argue with her you won't win and you'll wake up without a liver

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teecupangel · 3 months

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You’ve got a lot of dog!Desmond covered and you’ve got a catboy nonny in the walls….. sooooooo….. just popped in my head….. dogboy!Desmond?

I was thinking of how different Dogboy Desmond would be to Catboy Desmond and I realize what the problem was…

I wrote Catboy Desmond to be adorable and sweet, with maybe a bit of touchstarved Desmond sprinkled in between. This meant that an adorable and loyal Dogboy Desmond would just seem like a similar take so I would like to present an alternative.

Dogboy Desmond… but he has the instinct of a guardian dog.

And he sees Assassins as his ‘herd’.

Altaïr? He’s getting herded so he’d stop ignoring his hunger to finish his current research. Malik is his best friend and it’s normal to see the mentor being pushed around to the dining hall and being glared at until he ate everything in his plate.

Ezio? Ezio’s fine. He can take care of himself (although there will be nights when he and Desmond would just silently relax near the fire). His recruits though… they’re getting herded. Sometimes, Ezio had to stop Desmond from taking them back to their headquarters because “They’re tired, yes, but they can do this. Desmond-” (growl) “Listen to me, Desmond. There will come a time when they must continue even when they’re tired. The only way they can have an idea of what to do and not to do is for them to experience it in a safe-” (growling intensify) “Desmond, please, please just… this is the last lesson for today. I promise.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton? Achilles is getting lots of growls and might even get bitten because Desmond likes to herd Ratonhnhaké:ton back to the manor when he was young. He also herds the kids of the homestead while he’s there with Ratonhnhaké:ton. Strangely enough, he tries to herd Haytham at first but then just starts glaring and growling at him after he got into an argument with Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Edward makes him to shipcat as usual. Adéwalé gets a headache as usual. Strangely enough, Desmond does no herd any of the crew other than Edward and Adéwalé. Edward realized that ‘James Kidd’ is an Assassin because Desmond likes to herd him.

Shay? Oh boy. All of Achilles’ Assassins are being herded. No exception. Shay actually think this is some kind of weird Assassin thing. Liam told him to just go along with it. Desmond stayed with Shay after Lisbon and stopped him from leaving his room until he calmed down. Whether that affects Shay enough for him to try and talk to Achilles once more or if he’ll go with his canon path is up to you. Regardless, Desmond will stay with the Assassins though.

Arno is getting herded by Desmond who happened to be a dogboy that’s staying with the Brotherhood. Bellec tells him he’s been there longer than any of the Assassins alive and he… likes to take care of ‘brats’. Arno is herded with the other ‘newer’ Assassins and the herding (taking care of them) help him form some kind of camaraderie with them (aka: I am still pushing my ‘the Assassins in the Unity trailer should actually be characters that are friends with Arno’ agenda)

Let’s be honest… Jacob, Evie and Jayadeep are all getting herded. Desmond is less of a guardian dog here and more of the ‘father that stepped up’ type. They’re getting herded and taken care of. There is no escape.

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