[julevaru]

Heyo! I very occasionally post the fic I write!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/JuleVaru

Do not expect any sort of coherence in theme or fandom, my writing muse is a fickle little asshole and jumps between hyperfixations with alarming frequency.

And maybe I'll actually get around to posting some of my art on here at some point ....

I also exist other places, but you really don't need to know about those!

[ororium-z]

Happy Pride!

[rootbeergoddess]

Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions

[thesaltofcarthage]

I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.

[delicious-dream-before-the-storm]

The band, the music, the dance.

puts on sound 📣🎶🎵

[amorphousturtle]

Ok, I NEED you to understand just how insane even ATTEMPTING this was for them.

1. Playing an instrument is difficult. Doing so in sync with others even more so. Don’t think I’m stepping on any toes saying that.

2. Dancing is difficult. Doing so in sync with others even more so. Still not controversial.

3. YOU AVOID, AT ALL COSTS, MOVING YOUR BODY WHILE PLAYING A WIND INSTRUMENT.  To make the correct, pleasant sounds, you need to be in the correct form. And that form involves your ENTIRE body, even your legs when sitting down.

4. “oh, but I’ve seen marching bands before and-” MARCHING BANDS HAVE ENTIRE SCIENTIFIC FIELDS DEDICATED TO FIGURING OUT HOW TO MARCH WITH MINIMUM BREAKING OF PROPER FORM. A marching band tries to be as smooth as possible while moving, so as not to jar their instrument, mouth, neck, arms, torso, or anything else.These ladies and gentlemen are BOUNCING and still playing properly, what the FU-!

5. AND ANOTHER THING! Wind instruments and dancing BOTH make demands on your breathing, so the fact that they are dancing (making you breath faster for extra oxygen) AND playing wind instruments (making you effectively hold your breath) AT THE SAME TIME is HUGE. Their lungs must be MASSIVE.

[thejollywriter]

All of that also; the song is Sing, sing, sing (with a swing). If you wanna listen to some of THE SPICIEST big band ever recorded. Its a big hard song and this band does it expertly.

[kittysneezes]

I like this article because it’s not what you think it is.

[aprilwitching-deactivated201808]

the world is a strange and wonderous place

[julevaru]

Is your des x ancestors rewrite going to include mentions of Shay or Edward, btw? Sounds random i know, but I was just tossing and turning about at least a mention or two /pos

Kinda.

They aren't going to feature as actual acting charachters during the fic. I had an idea that involved Edward joining the head-crew but decided against it, because i am already kind of losing my mind writing conversations that include 8 characters, 4 of which don't have a nody and can only be heard by Des. Adding more people would have driven me insane, and not in a good way like the fic is currently doing.

They do feature through the Bleeding Effect, though, among quite a few others. They haven't been named yet, not sure if Desmond is ever gonna sit down and try to puzzle out just who all dumps memories into his brain, but its possible. Especially since Haytham is chilling in his brain and would recognize both of them by description.

Thanks for asking, btw! This is the first ask i've gotten about my fic, but if anyone wants to know amything, just hit me up! Always enjoy talking about it!

[000l]

[shrewreadings]

like to charge, reblog to cast.

[beerecordings]

Ryland Grace 🤝 Desmond Miles

Being chosen by others as the sacrificial lamb against their will when all they wanted to do was lead a normal life, but in the end choosing to be heroes willing to die to save the entire world (and burning the hell out of their arms in the process)

[wantonlywindswept]

i'm not going to write it but someone else definitely should so consider:

there are fics with winged!desmond in the italian renaissance

there are fics with baby!desmond in the italian renaissance

HOWEVER

there are no fics with winged!baby!desmond in the italian renaissance

and that would be fucking hilarious

[julevaru]

How dare your leave this in the tags

[pixelartpeach]

Reblog to give a trans person a fresh and perfectly ripe mango wait huh

It's the wikipedia image??? How big could it be

What

Huh???

[bonesbeetle]

can see the pores on that thang

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Reblog to give a trans person a shockingly high resolution mango

[beggars-opera]

The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes

[formerlyanon]

and we need that! keeps us humble. 

[dabouse]

Then I'm just like WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE AN ADULT

[tomboy014]

It goes the other way, too, because WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE A CHILD?!!

[dabouse]

I'm 16, that's like, barely a child

[tomboy014]

I'm in my 30s. You are baby

[digitaldiscipline]

I'm older than both of you in a trenchcoat.

[kabretoss]

honestly one of the best things we can do for ourselves is realize that people of different ages than us can still be the same kind of person as us. it's humbling and it gives everyone involved a sense of continuity, and it busts those stupid generational stereotypes media is so fond of.

[storybookprincess]

being sick & miserable objectively sucks, but it has become significantly easier to cope with since learning that “sickness behavior” is a well documented part of the body’s immune response

feeling not only physically but also emotionally like fucking garbage is unfortunately an extremely effective way to force your body to prioritize fighting infection & keeping you alive. i don’t have to like it, but knowing why i get weepy & pathetic when sick does help at least a little

[autumn2may]

i just found out that this is not common knowledge and am reblogging so more people know

YOUR BODY DOES THIS ON PURPOSE

YOU ARE NOT A BAD PERSON BECAUSE OR "WEAK" WHEN YOU ARE SICK IF YOU CAN"T CARRY ON AS NORMAL

[tartrazeen]

Rereading this on my sick days 🙏🏽

[gothiccharmschool]

Why do I feel like I should print this out, frame it, and hang it in my office?

[takereveng3]

I have three monitors on my desk. The left one shows the order book. The middle one shows Truth Social. The right one shows the investigation queue.

On April 21st, the left screen moved first.

I am a Senior Surveillance Analyst at a commodities exchange. I have held this position for nineteen years. My job is to monitor trading activity for suspicious patterns and generate compliance reports. I am employee of the quarter. I have a mug.

At 19:54 GMT on April 21st, someone placed 4,260 sell orders on Brent crude futures. They did this during post-settlement. The window after the market closes when daily volume is typically in the dozens. Sometimes single digits. Sometimes I watch the screen and nothing happens for forty minutes and I think about whether my daughter is happy.

On April 21st, someone placed $430 million in directional bets in 120 seconds during that window. One hundred and twenty seconds. I timed it on my watch because the system clock rounds to the nearest minute and I have found, in nineteen years, that precision matters to no one but me.

At 20:10 GMT, the President posted on Truth Social that he was extending the Iran ceasefire.

Brent dropped from $100.91 to $96.83.

I flagged the trade. I flag a lot of trades. I want to tell you what happens to my flags.

My flags go into a system called TRACE. Trade Review and Compliance Evaluation. I did not name it. The system generates a report. The report goes to a committee. The committee has a name I am not allowed to share but I can tell you it meets quarterly and the conference room has a credenza with bottled water that is sparkling because someone once put still water in the room and a managing director sent an email about it that was longer than most of my surveillance reports.

The committee reviews my flags. The committee has reviewed all of my flags. Here is the complete record of actions taken on my flags in 2026:

Reviewed.

That's it. "Reviewed" is a status. In compliance, a status is the absence of an action that has been given a name so it looks like one.

Let me show you my flags.

March 9th. Someone bet millions on oil falling at 18:29 GMT. Forty-seven minutes later, a CBS reporter posted that the President said the Iran war was "very complete, pretty much." Oil dropped 25%. Forty-seven minutes. I flagged it.

March 23rd. Someone sold 5,100 lots of Brent and WTI crude futures between 10:49 and 10:50 GMT. Fourteen minutes later, the President posted on Truth Social about a "COMPLETE AND TOTAL RESOLUTION" to hostilities. Oil dropped 11%. Over 13,000 contracts traded in sixty seconds after the post. Fourteen minutes. I flagged it.

April 7th. Someone established a $950 million short position in oil futures at 19:45 GMT. Three hours later, the President declared a two-week ceasefire. Nine hundred and fifty million dollars. I flagged it.

April 17th. Someone placed $760 million in bearish bets twenty minutes before Iran's foreign minister confirmed the Strait of Hormuz would reopen. Seven hundred and sixty million. I flagged it.

April 21st. The $430 million. Fifteen minutes. I flagged it.

That is $2.1 billion in directional oil bets in April alone. Every one of them landed on the correct side of a presidential announcement. Every one of them was placed in a window so narrow you could measure it in bathroom breaks. I flagged every single one.

The CFTC chair told a Congressional committee that his organization has "zero tolerance" for fraud and insider trading. I wrote that quote on a Post-it note and stuck it to my right monitor. The one that shows the investigation queue. The investigation queue has not moved since March.

Zero tolerance. Zero staff. Zero budget. Zero prosecutions under the STOCK Act since it was signed in 2012.

Fourteen years. The law has existed for fourteen years and has been enforced zero times. In compliance, we call that a compliance rate of one hundred percent. No cases filed means no cases lost. You cannot fail an audit you never conduct. We call that excellence.

Last month the White House sent an internal email to staff. I was not on the distribution list but I have read reporting on it and I need you to sit with what I am about to say. The email instructed White House staff not to use insider information to place bets on prediction markets.

The White House had to send a memo telling its own employees not to insider-trade.

I want you to read that sentence again. Not because the instruction was unclear. Because the instruction was necessary. Because someone in the building looked at the same pattern I have been flagging for months on my three monitors and decided the appropriate response was an email.

The President's son sits on the advisory board of Kalshi. He is an investor in Polymarket. Both are prediction markets. Both saw accounts created days before U.S. military action.

One account. I cannot stop thinking about this account. It was called "Burdensome-Mix." It was created in December. On January 2nd, it placed $32,500 on Venezuela's president being removed from power. On January 3rd, Maduro was seized by U.S. special forces. Burdensome-Mix collected $436,000. Then it changed its username. Then it disappeared.

One account is a coincidence. But there were six.

Six accounts were created on Polymarket in February. All bet on U.S. strikes on Iran by the 28th. When the President confirmed the strikes, the six accounts collected $1.2 million between them. Five of the six never placed another bet. The sixth went on to correctly predict the ceasefire date and made another $163,000.

My surveillance system logged all of this. My system logs everything. My system does not have opinions and neither do I. I generate reports. The reports go to committees. The committees meet quarterly. Between meetings, the windows get shorter and the bets get larger.

March 9th: 47 minutes. March 23rd: 14 minutes. April 17th: 20 minutes. April 21st: 15 minutes.

The window is compressing. In March, you had time to make coffee between the trade and the announcement. By April, you had time to send a text. By summer, at this rate, the trade and the announcement will be the same event.

The spokesman said any implication that administration officials are engaged in insider trading is "baseless and irresponsible reporting."

Then the White House sent the email again.

I have been in compliance for nineteen years. I have seen insider trading run out of strip mall offices by men who could not spell "derivative." I have seen pump-and-dump schemes coordinated over WhatsApp by people who used their real names. I have seen a man try to manipulate soybean futures from a Panera Bread.

I have never seen $2.1 billion in perfectly timed trades across five presidential announcements in a single month go uninvestigated.

But I have also never seen a compliance system work this beautifully. Every trade flagged. Every report filed. Every committee briefed. Every quarterly meeting attended. Bottled water: sparkling. Minutes: distributed.

Zero prosecutions.

As long as the flags go up and the cases don't, my performance review says I am meeting expectations.

I am meeting expectations. The system is meeting expectations. The $2.1 billion is meeting expectations. The fourteen-year-old law with zero prosecutions is meeting expectations.

The left screen moves. The middle screen moves. The right screen stays perfectly, immaculately still.

In my field, we call this price discovery.

[julevaru]

So, It only took me more than half a year of writing and almost 230k words, but all four parts of the endgame polycule of my fic are finally actually in the smae place! Wooo! Raton is still finding his footing (and trying to deal with the fact that his father is also there), but he has arrived, adn I couldn't be more glad. Even if it means that I have to write scenes with eight people, four of wich can only talk to Desmond. That's gonna be a headache and a half to manage, but I'll get there. Also, the soulmate subtext is this close to just beeing text at this point, whcih both baffles and amuses me to no end. And Raton has decided that he's gonna throw a wrench in how I originally planned to go through his game. It's not that bad, but still leaves me with timelines to figure out.

But, anyway, i planned to post a snippet when Raton finally joined the gang, so now I have to decide what I'm gonna put in here

...

I think I have something. This is part of the very beginning of Revelations, Des's first look at Ezio and Altair and Clay, confused, in the middle.

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“Becca! Get me out here!” But there was nothing of the strange awareness of the program that he was used to. Just silence.

“They can’t help you, Desmond.” Sixteen sounded almost gleeful, but Desmond was having trouble really reading him. He seemed erratic, hard to predict. Maybe no surprise, knowing about him what Desmond did. Before he could think of what to say, Clay continued, “You’re a broken man. Your mind, it’s … broken.”

That didn’t sound right. “Broken? I feel fine.”

Between one blink and the next, Clay dissolved into glowing blue lines, only to solidify again, only a few inched from Desmond’s face, hissing, “So did I—”

Desmond stumbled backward, almost losing his balance, but then there was someone else, a broad, strong hand on his shoulder that kept him on his feet. At the same time, a white blur jumped from the rise behind Clay, arms wide, and landed just right to pull Clay with him to the floor.

“Are you alright, tesoro?”

Stupidly, it actually took Desmond a second to recognize the voice when it wasn’t coming out of his own mouth or echoing in his mind, half heard and half felt. Then he looked back.

And down.

Ezio was shorter than him.

It was such an inane thought, but Desmond honestly didn’t have the presence of mind for something more insightful.

 “Ye-Yeah, I’m fine.” It was so strange to see him like this, with his own eyes. Ezio’s dark brown hair was falling into his eyes a little, glinting golden brown eyes that were mustering Desmond with concern. He seemed to be maybe in his early forties, the only lines on his face subtle crows’ feet at the corners of his eyes that just made him look better. His lips, parted by the old scar they shared were pursed, skeptical, and framed by a short, neatly kept beard. Around his shoulders, the dark half cloak of Altaïr’s Armor was fluttering in the light breeze.

Desmond couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

From behind him, he heard the rustling of fabric, the Clay cursing. “Get the fuck off me!”

“Stay still.” Another strange-familiar voice.

Somehow, Desmond wasn’t surprised that, when he turned back around, he saw that there, crouched over Sixteen and a hand placed threateningly on his throat, was Altaïr in all his glory, his Master Assassin robes flared around his bent legs.

Altaïr looked up from where his eyes had been fixed on Clay’s face, his gaze meeting Desmond’s before doing the same once-over Ezio had already done as if to make sure that he was actually fine. They were eerie raptor gold.

[freysai]

REJOICE THE ALTAÏR PROJECT IS DONE

[wine-dark-sky]

I was so scared they were heading for a romance subplot but congrats to Project Hail Mary for going for the far funnier option of 'Trolley Operator' and 'Guy She Is Actively Tying To The Tracks'. What a dynamic. Movie of the year.

[naphelion]

went to ryland with scarification and a wheelchair island and EVERYONE there wants you to move in

[a-silly-poll-side-blog-yay]

you have to eat the last item you searched online, are you ok?

yes

no

it's food

I'm dead

hopital

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[hiveswap]

For ONCE nothing terrible happens to me in a pol llike this