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A wittle stop motion. First time using this software*. Its kinda crappy and its made more for beginners and’s slow but its the best I can get rite now. Also you might be wondering since this is a webcomic what the heck is a stop motion vid doin here but HA its my webcomic I can do what I want and well maybe everything is a stop motion vid why don’cha thinka bout that for abit
*and first time using clay as my subject, although I’m experienced in doing this without software or clay.🤔
Werewolf Ratonhnhaké:ton x Reader Headcanons
A/N: The gif depicts DLC Tyranny of King Washington’s Ratonhnhaké:ton but these headcanons take place during the normal events of Assassin’s Creed III. I am 100% sure that this isn’t how headcanons work but this is my first one so, here I go!
Word Count: 2,500+
Prologue: The end of the war was nowhere in sight when the Mohawk Assassin encountered you. You were living away from the bustling cities of New York and Boston, settled in the cozy cabin that had once belonged to a relative but that now was owned by you. The skies were radiant in many shades of red as the sun began to set and Connor stood, in the forest staring in awe at you even though he knew he should not be, enraptured in the beauty that was you.
He had lost so many things in his life that he had resigned ever finding his soulmate. This mentality had hardened his heart yet he knew that it would protect him from ever feeling the pain of losing or never finding that special person made especially for him to love.
He had really given thought to never making contact with you. To let you live your life away from him and the dangers he could bring to you. Not only was his work as an assassin very demanding but there was a war waging on around them that first needed to finish before he could be able to focus on even gaining your affections. It wasn’t until Kanen'tó:kon offered his friend some much needed wise words did it made Connor stop fighting his instinct that made him want to be at your side: “Each day that passes is a day you’ll never get back, Ratonhnhaké:ton. We both know the value each day holds and letting them pass by may be what you most regret should anything happen.”
It was then that Connor realized that he had already lost too much and he truly did not want to lose you.
- The first time that you had met the handsome native man was when a travelling merchant friend of yours chose to set up camp on the road nearest to your cabin. It was almost a tradition for the merchant to stop and bring the best goods from the cities to you and for you to meet him in that exact spot a few times a month. You had gone to trade and buy some necessities and was in the middle of the transaction when the massive native wearing white robes appeared wishing to sell some furs for coin.
- Never had you ever seen anyone more graceful and beautiful; this interest went both ways as the merchant, who seemed to be acquaintances with both of you, happily conducted business as the two of you told glances at one another.
- He was on your mind as you returned home that night and remained in your thoughts for the days to come.
- You had sketched the markings he had on his face in one of the many small notebooks you used to house your art. You chided yourself for giving a man you did not even know and most likely would never see again so much time…and you also chided yourself for not being able to capture his impressiveness. You did only have short little glances though.
- In the nights of a full moon the song of the wolves would travel with the wind and in through the windows of your cabin. It was always a worry for you, how close the wolves always seemed to be. You had seen a pack run through the forests once and even made eye contact with the one who was the biggest; frightening so! Even from a distance there was something hypnotizing and, strangely enough, reassuring about its glowing blue eyes.
- Connor spent his time insuring your safety in the short lapses of time when he was not on an errand or a mission. The land you lived on was highly protected by his pack who warded off any predators or attackers, human and not, who drew to close to you for his liking.
- Connor got into the routine of going to the travelling merchant instead of the general stores in the cities only because he could see you there. The merchant may not have as much coin as the men in the city could offer but that was a small price to pay because seeing you, even though it was short, was priceless.
- You had spoken to him the fifth time you had seen him. Connor had heard your breathing change, a breath taken in to signify the beginning of speech, but still he was caught off guard to hear the soft melody of your voice ask him; “What’s your name?”
- You had slightly surprised yourself when you asked him and whatever confidence you had felt quickly melted when he turned his body to face you, when his eyes meant yours. Your heart immediately started to dance within your chest, wildly trying to reach out to him; the man who politely held his hands in front of him, whose large brown eyes excitedly waited to hear your voice again, and whose expression expertly hid the nervousness he felt.
- “My name is Connor.”
- “Connor,” you tried, enjoying the way his name rolled off your tongue, entertaining the fact that you knew this was not his real name but using it as it was the one he gave you. “I thought I’d introduce myself, seeing as you frequent this spot as much as I do. I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).”
- Over the next few months, the two of you had become great friends. There was not many people to have conversation with where you lived so you appreciated his presence. You had never felt fear around him and he showed you that you had made the right choice in trusting him with each day that passed.
- His attentions grew during the winter months. He made sure that everyone in the homestead had enough food, water, and fire wood to keep them going every day, not just in the winter, so you could imagine how much he worried about you.
- He forgot to take care of himself sometimes. Being as busy as he was, he sometimes chose to skip a meal in order to weaken the Templar hold on the colonies and you knew this (well, not necessarily exactly this; you did not have the complete knowledge of Connor’s work, creed, and even what he really was) so you made it your job to always make enough food to feed your dear friend.
- The affections between the two of you only continued to grow though no one would admit anything until, of course, the two of you could not hide it anymore. It was the following spring when your hearts could not take being teased any longer, having been so close yet so far.
- It was the following spring that brought along confessions and kisses.
After the Confessions:
- Ratonhnhaké:ton felt liberated by finally being able to tell you exactly how much he adored you and exactly how much he craved being able to hold you in his arms. He wanted to tell you everything at that moment; to reveal his identity as an assassin, to tell you of his true nature but he rationalized that it was too early and that it was too much. He had you. He was patient. Soon, he would be able to tell you everything about himself but he decided not to do it now.
- You enjoyed sitting beside the fire and gazing up at the stars your father had once loved so much with Connor sitting near you.
- You had been extremely interested in his heritage; shyly asking questions that warmed Connor’s heart and which he gladly answered. He even told you the stories the stars held within his people and he will admit that he has smiled at the attentive look you always had when he spoke.
- Connor was a quick learner, given that something interests him and nothing interested more than you. He clever began to learn many things about you. What you preferred to eat, what fruits you enjoyed, what vegetables you did not like, what colors you thought were pretty, what flowers you loved, what he needed to say or do to make you laugh, everything. He wanted to make you happy.
- Wolves often accompanied werewolves; they looked up to their bigger counterparts and enjoyed being their aid whenever they could. A small pup, one that was particularly curious and enjoyed following Connor around, stumbled her way to the steps of your cabin and with her tiny voice called out to the man that watched you lively converse with him inside your living room. He had tensed slightly, instinctively wanting to check on the little one that waited for him but not wanting to do something that you would deem strange.
- You had reacted almost immediately, though, quickly rushing to the little one’s aid. Connor watched as you slowly approached the small grey pup, not wanting to scare her away, and extended a hand for her to sniff. The pup didn’t need much convincing, deeming everything to be safe with Connor around, and quickly wiggled around your feet until you sat down and allowed her to climb onto your lap.
- The entire timey your heart was melting as this had never happened to you and the pup was so extremely adorable.
- “Connor, look! Oh my goodness, she’s so small! Her little paws and tail! I have never seen anything so adorable! Oh, look! Be careful, little one! Oh, she’s just so cute!”
- Connor once again smiled.
- Connor never showed up empty handed. He always brought flowers with him or food or a small trinket he wanted you to have.
- You had been reading in your bed by candlelight when you looked out of your window and saw the blue eyed wolf again. Being larger than any wolf that you had ever seen, you held your breath as you watched the beast near your cabin and it was only after the initial shock of seeing it so close that you noticed it was injured. Severely. It limped closer to your home until it couldn’t walk anymore and fell to his side just a few feet away from the steps to your home and you quickly got up letting your instinct to help takeover even though you knew that this was a very dangerous situation. The people that lived around these parts knew of this wolf, knew it was the apex predator of the forest and they were fearful of it as it could never be hunted or killed.
- But something didn’t let this stop you. You needed to help it. Something in your heart commanded it.
- You mended his wounds to the best of your ability as you tried to ignore the size of the wolf. It could easily reach your shoulder in height if it had been standing. You timidly reached your hand out and gently pet the side of its face, trying to sooth it so that it didn’t feel the pain that you were sure he was suffering through. He had been so quiet the entire time, closing his eyes tightly, not whimpering. He seemed grateful for your help as he leaned into your touch and let out a loud breath. You felt such a strong need to protect him but you also felt hopeless; you were no medic and though you had tried your best you feared it wasn’t enough.
- “It’ll be alright. I know someone who will be able to help you better than I. Connor will arrive in the morning but until then, I will stay with you. I promise.”
- Connor did not arrive in the morning, nor the next. You took care of the wolf as much as you could of until you went inside to get something to feed him and when you went outside, he was gone. The wound had only gotten slightly better so you knew it must have been difficult for him to leave but you understood the wolf’s independence and though your heart was sad you wished him well.
- Connor should have, perhaps, gone elsewhere but in his moment of pain he had made his way to you. He had not been as careful as he needed to be, having been distracted by Stephane (as the French-canadian man needed his help), and ended up taking the injuries meant for his friend. He knew he would heal quicker in his wolf form so he left for the woods after his enemies were vanquished and blindly went straight to you.
- He had been injured by silver which meant that his wounds would take longer than normal to heal but once he deemed himself better he went to visit you. You had been worried sick and quickly asked him many questions, which he answered, until you were satisfied enough.
- “I was so worried that something happened to you, Connor, I could barely sleep.”
- “Forgive me. I did not mean to worry you.”
- Connor was so touched. He had friends, he had his people, he had many who loved him but having you worry for him and care for him as you had (though you had not known) warmed him. He had not realized how deprived he was of affection until he met you and like a small pup he craved it.
- “Connor, you’re bleeding!”
- He had offered to help collect more fire wood as he noticed you were reaching a short supply and the movement and excursion caused his wound to be opened. It was annoying, having it heal so slowly because it had been silver.
- You suggested that he take off his shirt as you rushed to get the limited medical supplies you had and when you returned you turned red at the sight of him shirtless. He noticed, of course, and couldn’t keep the smirk from his lips as you blushed a lovely rosy shade.
- It was half way through cleaning the wound gently with a rag that you noticed that these wounds were familiar. The clean cuts, their placements, and other characteristics got you thinking of the wolf that you had taken care of. The thought of the connection you had made caused you to giggle because of how ridiculously it was.
- Connor. A wolf. Ha!
- “You are amused.”
- Connor was blunt in his speech which you thought to be an endearing trait as he sometimes said things like “You are very beautiful.” And others like “My boot is wet. It had rained.”
- “I am but not because you are injured. I don’t want you to think that. I would much prefer it if you did not have these ailments but a few days ago I had an encounter with an injured wolf who had similar cuts. Then I began to think if you had been that wolf and that is where I found humor. Not in your injuries, for I wish you would never ever have to feel pain, Connor. But in the thought that you could have been that wolf.”
- “I was that wolf.”
- See? His straight forward answers were sometimes comical.
- Until you remember that Connor was not one to lie.
- “Excuse me?”
- “I was that wolf. I was injured in battle as I tried to protect my comrade. I came here because I felt safe here.”
- You had become frozen, hand on his shoulder gripping onto the rag but careful not to apply any pressure to the bleeding wound.
- “…That is not possible.”
- And so he went on to explain how it was, indeed, possible.
- “You…You’re a w-werewolf?”
- “Yes.”
- “…you were guided here by my scent?”
- “Yes.”
- “I have a scent?”
- “Yes.”
- “…so that wolf and the ones that are always with it…that’s you?”
- “Yes.”
- “And the other wolves are…people too? From your tribe?”
- “Some of them, yes.”
- “…Are there other…um…beings, such as you? That aren’t necessarily werewolves but perhaps other things like-“
- “Vampires?”
- “Yes…”
- “Yes. You’ve met one.”
- “I’ve what?”
- “Lafayette. He is one.”
- Processing that information had not be easy. At all. Connor could see how pale you had become at the knowledge that a world much larger than you could ever imagined coexisted with yours. He reached out to you and you did not flinch or move away because you had never felt fear in the presence of Connor and him being a werewolf, though it was startling and surprising, doesn’t change that fact that he would never hurt you.
- You knew well that Connor would never harm you and though you didn’t fully understand what was happening or how it was happening, you knew that with Connor’s patience and guidance you would one day understand. You were cautious of everything now and you had proven to be stronger than what you thought when you didn’t faint at such a big revelation (you couldn’t faint, Connor’s wound still needed to be treated).
- It took months for you to understand the supernatural creatures for what they were and not for how books had portrayed them. Even then, it was a lifetime of information that he was condensing into little bits and pieces.
- And that is not mentioning the moment where Stephane revealed his identity as a Master Assassin. That, though, is a tale for another time.
my friend left school and I went from “AHAHSGSGSG I hate it here” to “I actually hate it here and I am maybe going to burst out and scream at the next person who even breathes in my direction. my grades are failing and so am i”
Before something happens that matters
you stop
you forget to breath
and the bruises around your neck reform
sooner than you know it, you're being forced to your knees and tears well up and boil over from past needle marks.
You're an experiment.
You're aware, you're comatose.
You can hear every bad thing they say, you can feel the drugs they pump in your veins.
You feel every incision.
You're a test subject mistaken for dead and you're forced to watch as the harvesting begins.
You're past the point of pulling the plug.
You are being buried.
You are being buried and you think it's alive, but everyone else knows it's not.
When you thought of the afterlife, you didn't think it would be needles and cuts and staring up, trapped at the bottom of a box.
The Signs reacting to Exodus
Aries: *PUNCHES COMPUTER SCREEN*
Taurus: Has a pleasant expression on the outside, but on the inside they’re basically have a mental breakdown
Gemini: *Puts exodus on auto/repeat at midnight*
Cancer: “Guys its ok we are ok” *listens to playboy* FUCK. FUCK. FUCK IT A LL IM OUTNFUCKING FUCKSAF FUCKS SAKE
Leo: *Is packed for skorea*
Virgo: EVERYBODY QUIET THE FUCK DOWN THIS ALBUM IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU
Libra: They were prepared hours prior to the release but still cried at the first .5 seconds of call me baby
Scorpio: *rocks out too hard to transformer and falls out window*
Sagittarius: Doesn’t know whats going on but cried anyway
Capricorn: “I only cried for like, 9 songs guys it’s cool.”
Aquarius: *already working on a remix of My Answer and Beautiful*
Pisces: They are half way done figuring out the connection between the teasers and the tracks of the album
Call: Mali
Reina: Come on Mali. Pick up?
Mal: *mumbling* H-hello?
Rei: Are you dead or dying? Do I need to call an ambulance? Did you make it to the apartment?
jimmy long- backsmith
i uploaded the wrong fucking format.
