Y'ALL IM DYING
I had to share this with everyone since it's now a known fact I love to bully Altaïr (lovingly ofc) and I googled him and sent it to my friend (who is new to the AC series/fandom) I kid you not this came up, and it was under the;
"people also ask" so I didn't look it up I promise 😭
someone is worse than me omg
rip Altaïr, I don't think you have an IQ of 20
IT SAYS HE'D BE AN IMBECILE AND IDIOT
I mean, Malik would probs agree tho
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michael sheen is such a good actor. it always caught my eye but i’ve finally been able to put it into words- the way aziraphale looks around. correct me if i’m wrong on this being only a season 2 thing bc he’s hiding jim. and at first i thought it was just for the cinematic Drama. but i feel like only aziraphale does it rly. no other similar shots for other characters
but every time he goes through a door, opens a door, closes it, shuts his blinds in his shop, leaves somewhere, etc. he’s always looking around. I never quite clocked like. he’s just so anxious. he’s constantly checking the area, looking for someone watching him, afraid of being caught :(
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That Poor Bastard Ganon -- Part 3
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lol i was like “i want to write time’s pov, but maybe it would make more sense to do sky or ganon again...” Then literally ALL of you voted Time.
CW mild violence.
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The fire dissipated, its many red tongues doused by air. Under the last, spluttering wisps, Sky fell on one knee, holding the Master Sword against his chest like a shield. His entire right side appeared burned, clothes hanging off his reddened body. His fingers were worse; what little skin remained was singed and oozing. Every breath he took sounded like a gasp.
And all Time could think was, I was almost too late.
He threw himself at his oldest enemy with a yell, gritting his teeth as their blades clashed. Sparks flashed between them, and Ganondorf returned his fervor with a pained, guttural howl. With every passing second, blood stained the sand beneath Ganondorf’s feet. Time only regretted that his attack hadn’t severed the bastard’s spine.
“Filth,” Ganondorf hissed, using his superior height and weight to push Time away. Once they were separated, he didn’t pursue, choosing instead to stalk back and forth from a distance. A staticky light followed his body like an afterimage.
Time met Ganondorf step for step, careful not to leave Sky exposed. Wide gold eyes tracked his every move, amber swirls full of hatred and wariness.
“Time,” Sky said, an odd note in his voice. “Time, wait.”
“If I don’t finish this quickly, he could transform,” Time answered with forced calmness. If that happened, or if Sky fell unconscious… He didn’t want to think about it. “Try your best to stay awake. The others will be here soon.” He hoped.
“No,” Sky said. “Wait. He’s afraid—”
“Good,” Time answered coldly, leveling his biggoron sword. “Let him be.”
Ganondorf leapt back with a curse when Time charged, barely ducking in time to keep his head. He delivered a slash of his own, but his footwork was sloppy, and he grunted in pain when their blades clashed again. Time was too experienced to feel any sort of satisfaction over that. Not yet.
In Time’s periphery, he saw Sky struggling to rise. Ganondorf shot him a panicked look, and the air around him visibly shimmered with heatwaves. But before he could attack, before the sand was met with even more blood, another voice suddenly cried out.
“Ganon!”
To Time’s horror, a young child stood at the foot of the canyon, her blue eyes framed by short, golden curls. She clutched the reins of two horses, looking impossibly small against the dunes behind her. Even from a distance, it was easy to spot the glow of the Triforce against the back of her sun-kissed hand.
Everything after that seemed to happen in slow motion.
Ganondorf sprinted toward the girl, shouting, “Zelda!” Despite his wound, he covered the distance in long strides, reaching out with a large, threatening hand.
Time felt his heart land somewhere in his throat. Dropping his sword, he reached for his longshot. Steadied his grip. Took aim. Exhaled. Fired.
The sound of metal tearing through flesh was almost enough to drown out Sky’s startled, “Wait!”
Ganondorf dropped to the ground with a horrendous yelp. His face paled when he looked down at his leg, where the hook of the longshot was embedded in his thigh. “M-monster,” he moaned, voice cracking on the word. He almost sounded afraid.
Time didn’t let himself process any of it, too amped on adrenaline and the desperation to end Ganon before he could end the world. He reeled in the longshot, watching grimly as the slack was taken up and Ganondorf’s leg gushed with blood. He knew it wasn’t enough, knew that it was only a matter of time before—
Sky’s hand landed on Time’s shoulder. He smelled like singed hair and meat. “Stop. This is a mistake.”
Time blinked at him, baffled by those words, just as Ganondorf yanked on the longshot’s chain.
“Zelda!” Ganondorf shouted, struggling to drag himself toward the young girl. Blood began to pool in the sand around him. “Run! Run now!”
Zelda dropped the horses’ reins, running toward the King of Evil as fast as her little legs could take her. “I won’t!” she cried, stumbling. “I won’t leave you!”
“Zel,” Ganondorf said—no, pleaded. “For once in your life, listen to me!” Red and gold light began sparking across his skin. All around them, the ground shifted and groaned. And still, he tried to pull himself free, jerking Time forward with the strength of his will.
Then, to Time’s great relief, the others arrived.
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He used to deny deny deny.
Any hint of instability? Nah, it's just rough right now. Any triggering material? Force it down. Deal with it later.
Now? Everyone can see there's something wrong with Harvey Dent.
And there is! Oh, there is.
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