GIRLS ARE AWAY! POST FRANKY CENTAUR!

🗣 GIRLS ARE AWAY! POST FRANKY CENTAUR! 🗣

15th-century Brotherhood: spends 12 years gently guiding a grown-ass man to understanding their values and goals, letting him absorb all the needed knowledge, before introducing him to the Creed and letting him join the Assassins' ranks.

Modern Brotherhood: why don't we just repeat the Creed over and over to this child without explaining anything, while simultaneously putting him through grueling training? That'll sure help him understand the complex philosophy behind the Creed and not alienate him in the slightest!

The biggest plot twist of Assassin's Creed was that fun fact that Desmond Miles ran away from a cult.

Like you start the game thinking that this is your usual blank slate noname protagonist who you can relate to because he is a normal dude who found himself in this crazy situation but then Lore come in kicking the door open with actually Desmond was raised in some hidden assassin's Farm which is, by the way, basically a cult

// dsmp rp

A No Nuke AU Drabble, feat. Stagedduo

Special thanks to @call-me-apple / @dreamsclock / @carpedzem for the brainrot.

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“So you’re telling me we’re done?”

Punz’s voice was deliberately steady, deliberately controlled, but the fire in their eyes betrayed them.

Dream was pacing the prison lobby. Distantly, he wondered how much longer it would take to wear grooves into the floor like this, with the mining fatigue. “We’re not done, we’re just… changing objectives.”

Punz raised an eyebrow. “So we’re fucking done.”

“Yes, Punz! We’re done with, like, revival stuff, if that’s what you mean.” Dream thought of obsidian rooms piled high with books, the mad scrawlings of two who were playing at science. They hadn’t moved any of it. They probably never would. “For now.”

Punz stood from the warden’s desk, and when they looked at Dream, he couldn’t be sure they recognized him. A stranger—and a threat.

“So let me get this straight,” they started. “Everything we did, all the things we did, together— you’re saying none of it fucking matters? I waited a fucking year for you, Dream!”

Dream advanced on them. “Oh, wow, that’s— I’m so sorry, that must’ve been so hard for you to like, sit around for a year while I— fucking—”

He cut himself off, taking a controlled breath. “I get it, okay? I know what I— what we sacrificed. It doesn’t change anything.”

“So everything you went through in here was for nothing.”

Dream balled his fists. He started pacing again, quickly, before he punched Punz or a wall.

“It’s not fucking nothing, Punz, how would it be nothing? Like— We learnt a lot, y’know, about revival. That knowledge isn’t gonna magically disappear. Now it’s time to actually put it to use. Start helping the server.”

“Start helping Tommy, you mean.” Punz spat the name like a curse.

“Start helping anyone, Punz! Why is this so hard for you to understand?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, bro. What did Tommy do to your head? You’ve never, just, given up on something like this before.”

“Aren’t you tired?” For the first time, Dream let himself feel the exhaustion baked into his bones. It had been there for so long that he didn’t remember a time before. Every day, it got worse. “Don’t you miss not having to fight?”

Punz just shook their head. “Dude, you’re fucking delusional.”

“You can’t tell me you don’t! Back when you could actually talk to people, and not just pretend to like them. You had people. Sapnap, Tubbo…”

But Punz couldn’t be listening. Their eyes bore straight through him, as if the mask on his face were made of glass. “You never even gave a shit about me.”

“What?”

“You never cared about what I thought, what I wanted— so don’t act like you do now. You just wanted someone who’d do what you said, whatever random whim you’re on.”

Their eyes narrowed. “I’ll never be your precious fucking Sapnap, or George, or whoever else you’ve decided doesn’t hate you anymore.”

Dream was quiet. He stopped in the center of the room, and something like regret flashed across Punz’s face before being replaced with icy resolve.

“Maybe you’re right,” said Dream. “Maybe I don’t care what you think anymore.” In here, in this moment, the walls were stiflingly close. It was too hot. This place had always been too hot.

“I’m leaving,” he said.

Punz laughed coldly. “You’re leaving? The prison, you mean? Like— Forever?”

Dream shrugged. He didn’t know. There weren’t a lot of things he knew anymore. “Come, or don’t, I don’t care.”

When neither of them spoke, it felt like the ground beneath Dream was giving out. He knew what it was like to be alone; in some ways, it felt safer. But this was something else.

He turned away, climbing down into the makeshift exit tunnel.

“Hey, Dream?” said Punz.

Dream looked up, far too quickly.

“Give me the keys.”

Dream’s stomach sank to his boots. But he retrieved the keycard, and when he tossed it to Punz, it felt like the heaviest thing he had ever held.

He left without a word.

love thinking about callahan as a silly forest spirit that just sticks around for fun. he bodyguards for some demon pretending to be a catgirl and lets her call him a dog because why not. sometimes he becomes mortal and participates in war and doesnt even always win because why not. he gets bitches. he only talks through chat. he was one of the first members and made a dirt house but it has jack shit in it because he doesng care. hes the squire.

he was XD's former pet and seems scared of him. he seems to have stopped being on dreams side during doomsday and helped save clingyduo during the disc finale. theres so many little things hes done whether for fun or out of genuine care. he probably is just a full out god. he helps with the weather. love this guy

The hygiene issue could be far worse than we realize