hahahah time

who wants to fight against gravity?

4

“Ah, at the end, Gray sama reached me”

HAPPY VALENTINES!  σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

8

Too much sanity may be madness, and the maddest of all:
                                      to see life as it is and not as it should be.

Saying goodbye to Garrus before running to the beam

i can do this it’s going to be fine

“Shepard, I guess this is…” “Just like old times?”

hahahah hoo boy alright

“Might be the last chance we get to say that.”

oh no

“Maybe we’ll find out what a turian-human baby looks like”

oh my god no

“Not sure if turnian heaven is the same as yours…meet me at the bar”

no no no please just end me now

“There’s no Shepard without Vakarian”

my entire life was a mistake

“Come back alive. It would be an awfully empty galaxy without you.”

afghngffgjmngfmkdngshjgis,doskfp

“If I’m in that bar and you’re not, i’ll be looking down. You’ll never be alone.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAA̦̳͈ͧA̞͈̍̍ͤͥA̸͛ͦ̋͊̈́̊̄A̸͎̭̲̻ͪȂ̢̠͈͔͚̖̇̔ͤ̄͆̚Ǎ̴ͬͮA͕͍̜͒̊͌̓ͤ͜A̯͚̺̠̪̬͖͌̃̀ͨA̘̥̱͈͈̱ͪ͆͞ͅA͖͉͛ͤ̍ͯ̾A̴̺͙͂ͭ͋ͬA͉͂͛͒̅͐͗̂A̴͔Ă̧̮Ā͔͈̣͙͉A̳̥̻̾̎̿̽̀͒̚ͅA҉̱͔

“Never.”

*sound of my soul descending into hell*

fcn round 4: picnic/forever

Someone - probably Arthur - had introduced Aida to the ‘Teddy-Bears’ Picnic’ song, and ever since, Martin and Theresa’s lives had been soundtracked almost constantly by their daughter singing the chorus, over and over again. Nobody was saying it wasn’t adorable - but by the seven thousandth rendition, it was getting a little tired, to say the least.

Matters were only compounded by Douglas recommending, in the young princess’s earshot, a little wood on the outskirts of Fitton - visible from Douglas’s house - and perfect, he claimed, for teddy-bears’ picnics.

“I hear they like Saturdays best,” he said, casually. “That’s if you’re interested in that sort of thing.”

Aida was definitely interested, and so off they went, that Saturday, all four of them: Martin carrying the picnic basket, Theresa carrying the baby, and Aida carrying Toby, the large stuffed bear Arthur had given her when she was tiny. He was still so large in comparison to his five-year-old owner that she had trouble seeing in front of her as she walked, but refused any and all offers of help.

They had a pleasant walk through the woods, with baby Carlos cooing happily and Aida chatting amiably to Toby (addressing him by his full name, Toblerone, when the discussion became more serious). Then, they came to the clearing Douglas had mentioned, and found, to Martin and Theresa’s surprise and Aida’s unbounded delight, a group of bears, all shapes and sizes, gathered around a rather enormous picnic blanket. Each bear had a little plate in front of its paws, and the hamper in the centre was overflowing with food.

“Wow!” exclaimed Aida, running over. “Uncle Douglas was right! It’s really real!”

Martin and Theresa looked suspiciously around, but saw nobody… until there was a ruffle in the bushes opposite, and Arthur emerged, followed by Douglas, both grinning madly.

“Fancy seeing you here,” said Douglas grandly.

“I can’t believe…” Martin said, still gazing around. “Thank you, Douglas, this is really… lovely.”

“Well,” said Douglas, shrugging, as the others took their places between bears, around the edge of the blanket. “Since you have the indecency to move back to Liechtenstein tomorrow, I thought it was only fair that we make you feel very, very guilty about it, by being extra nice.”

Martin hummed. It was going to be difficult, moving back after a blissful three months on his old soil - but that was how it had to be. They had always known it would be temporary - Theresa still had responsibilities, and he had his job. Aida needed to start school. There was no getting around it. “She’ll remember this forever, you know,” he said, watching Aida pour an imaginary cup of tea for Toby, who was now perched between two bears Martin vaguely recognised from Arthur’s bedroom.

She seemed to sense him watching her, and looked up. She patted the piece of blanket next to her. “Come and sit down, Daddy. We need to sing the song before we start.”

And thus, the umpteenth chorus was sung: for every bear that ever there was…

He couldn’t imagine how he’d ever thought the words were tired.

I’m back with another rushed hack…

 Connor and Pierre Bellec would never get along.

  1.  One thinks peace with Templars is good, the other…not so much. Bellec hated that Arno tried to be with Elise, Connor would have approved and would have the marriage arranged himself! 
  2. Bellec even used Connor’s work to justify burning the French Assassins to the ground to restart everything, which would even piss him off to beyond existence. 

Therefore, he will be new dad now.