Assassin's Creed Pickle Edition

The story of Nasir the Cat part 1

This is a drawing I did for Nasir... ya I know it terrible 😓 I haven't drawn cat's in a long time if anyone wants to redraw Nasir I give full permission as long as you follow the copy right and give credit where credit is due

Oh another thing Nasir is Arabic for eagle

The story of how Nasir became Altair's little furry partner in crime.

It was a Friday morning around 6;30. People were driving or walking to work, as the birds chirped and the eagles soaring through the open air, somewhere in the crowds of people, there was a blade walking among them, that blade was... Altair lbn-La'Ahad.

Altair was wearing his modern outfit, which was a plain white jacket hoodie, a black T-shirt underneath, navy blue pants, a leather belt, and black brand shoes. He was walking towards Mike's cafe, as he did every Friday and Monday morning.

The cafe bell rang as he walked inside, there at the cash register was Michael, wearing an open jean-jacket with some different pins on it, a red t-shirt, tan pants, and a red beanie hat.

Michael: yo! Altair! How's my main man doing?

Altair: I am doing well Michael.

The two fist bump, Altair and mike high fives from top to bottom then ending the handshake ending with them gripping both their forearm and shaking them. They both then let go and continued talking.

Altair: how have things been with you and the cafe?

Michael: I've been doing good, the same goes for the cafe too. So what can I do for my favorite customers slash good friend, today?

Altair: the usual Friday and Monday breakfast, please.

Michael: the butter coated croissants with a warm brew latte.

Altair: that would be it yes.

Michael: all right, and how many croissants would you like?

Altair: the usual five, please.

Michael: alrighty then, that'll be $17.99, please.

Altair: *hands him a coupon and three dollars*

Michael: Awesome, I'll get your drink and latte in a few minutes.

Altair: -nods-

A few minutes later Michael handed Altair his Latte and a white paper bag with the five butter-covered croissants inside.

Michael: there you go, a latte and five butter coated croissants.

Altair: *grabs the Latte and paper bag with the croissants inside* shukraan lak, thank you, Michael.

Michael: no problem man, hey you, Desmond, and Ezio are still going boating with me next week, right?

Altair: I believe we still are, yes.

Michael: right on dude! Well, I'll see you later then! *waves goodbye*

Altair: *makes a small wave back*

Altair exits the building and begins walking two blocks over to a bench that was next to an alleyway. Altair takes a seat on the bench, as he took a sip of his Latte.

Altair: ... *looks around to see if anyone was watching him* ... *turns around to the alleyway* *click* *click* Goldie~ come here Goldie~

Just then a large black cat came slowly emerging from the alleyway. The cat was a midnight black cat that had ember gold eyes just like Altair's eyes. The cat meows happily back at Altair when suddenly a large bulldog came around the corner and growled at the black cat.

Dog: GRRR- BARK BARK!!

Goldie: HISSSSS! *scratches at the air and towards the dog*

Altair: HEY! GET AWAY FROM HER!!!

Altair quickly got up and got in between the dog and the cat.

Altair: I SAID GET AWAY FROM HER YOU STUPID DOG! LEAVE HER BE!!!

Dog: *snarls and growls* BARK! BARK!

Altair: *gets in the dog's face* GRRRR! HISSSSSS!

Dog: ... *whimpers* *leaves with his tail between his legs*

Altair: Tch, stupid dog never learns! *sigh*... you ok Goldie?

Goldie: Meow~ *rubs her head on Altair's leg* Purrr~

Altair: Heh, I take that as a yes.

The cat smiles at Altair as it jumps on a few boxes and onto his shoulder, as he walks back to the nearby bench. The cat leaped off his shoulder and onto the bench and sat next to him on the bench. Altair pulled two butter coated croissants out of the paper bag and gave one to the cat.

Altair: one for you.

Goldie: meow~ *starts eating the croissant*

Altair: and one for me *starts eating his croissant* *pets the cat with his left hand* did you miss me, girl?

Goldie: Purrr~

Altair: Heh, I missed you too.

A woman came walking up to Altair. The women had a short dirt blond hair cut, wore black high heels, long light grey pants, and a fancy grey, open, button, jacket, and a white shirt.

Women: oh, look who it is. Tch, well I guess it is pretty common in New York to find psychopaths on the streets, so why am I surprised?

Altair: 😑 oh... Hello Linda... what brings you to the streets at this hour?

(Altair threatened Linda at a bar after she was being a jerk to Desmond)

Linda: *looks down at Goldie* What. Is. That? *points at Goldie*

Altair: *sarcastic gasp* Linda I'm shocked. Did your teacher not inform you about what a cat is?

Linda: -_- don't be a smart @$$ with me, you know what I meant... so is it yours?

Altair: sadly no, she is a stray.

Linda: gross. Why is it sitting on public city property?

Altair: uh... cause it's public and anyone can sit here?

Linda: ya, people can, not wild, dirty animals. I would say you're not allowed to sit there either, but unfortunately to the government's eyes, your a person to I guess.

Altair: really? Cause right now I'm staring at the likes of an old crusty dinosaur and I'm pretty those went extinct a long while ago.

Linda: *gasp*! Well I- HMF! Well doesn't matter cause I'll just call animal control if you don't get rid of it!

Altair: you're not doing sh*t, you sayidat majnuna! You're not gonna call them for sh*t! Goldie is-

Linda: he isn't legally yours! What authority do you have to stop me!? Hm? Tell me, what legal authority do you have that will prevent me from doing so?

Altair: ... (sh*t she's right for once) still, birds sit and stand here all the time! You gonna call them on a bunch of birds too!?

Linda: listen here alt!

Altair: Altair.

Linda: I don't care if your name was bob or steve! If I could I would, but those little rats with wings are everywhere! And I can't do much about them, but this I very much can!

Altair: so help me Linda you call them on her-

Linda: you have no control here!

Altair: *swiftly gets up* LINDA I WILL-

Linda: *she wags her finger close to Altair's face* tisk, tisk, tisk, now Altair. Wouldn't want to cause a scene in the public eye, would you now?

Altair: ... (I can't let them know, what I am... Linda already has enough suspicion on me and the family)

Goldie: mow?

Altair: *looks down at Goldie*

Goldie had gone ahead and pull out another croissant from the bag and eat Altair's half-eaten one.

Altair: ... *makes a small smile at Goldie and pets her gently on the head* (I can't risk word getting out and exposing us to Abstergo.) *looks back at Linda with a glare* I won't let you.

Linda: well if you don't, why not just adopt the thing?

Altair: as much as I'd like to, Shaun doesn't let us have pets in the house.

Linda: well what a shame... tell you what, since I'm in a generous mood. I'll give you till tomorrow to say your goodbyes. But by the time I come back, that chubby cat has got to go! Now ta ta, I'm about to be late for work.

Linda continues walking past the two, leaving a lonely Altair alone with his cat.

Altair: ... *sighs* *slumps back down on the bench* ... what are we going to do? ...

Goldie: meow? *nuzzles into Altair's side*

Altair: ... Heh *scratches behind Goldie's ears* don't worry Goldie, I won't let her take you away to some animal prison.

Goldie: mow~

Altair: *reaches into the bag and pulls out another croissant and gives it to goldie* here you go, my little qath saghira.

Goldie: Meow~ *starts eating the croissant*

Altair: *chuckles* ... maybe Linda is right, you are getting a bit big. *pets goldie* Maybe I should stop giving you so many croissants.

Goldie: mow~

Altair: you have been eating a lot more as of late, funny *rubs her tummy* it's almost like you're-... You're... *looks over at Goldie in shock* goldie... your... no...

Goldie: *happy Meow sound*

Altair realized that goldie was pregnant, as an assassin, he doesn't get surprised rarely, but when he does, it's quite the sight to see.

Altair: ... *chuckles* I can't believe this. *picks up Goldie in his lap* you are pregnant aren't you?!

Goldie: meow~ purrrs~

Altair: I'm going to be a grandpa! *chuckles* well I'm technically already am, but this is different. I'm so happy for you my little gold~ *chuckles* Eha... ha...

Goldie: mow?

Altair: ... I can't let Linda take you away, no less leave you here with that stupid mut! Lurking around every corner... I can't just leave you when your most vulnerable at this state, nor can I leave you and your kittens here, the streets are no place for you and your kittens.

Goldie: meow...

Altair: ... *sighs* ... you know what, screw Shaun's rules of no pets!

Goldie: mow?

Altair: *whispers to Goldie* I'm the leader of the assassins and one of the best according to history. *normal talk* I should be able to make my own damn decisions!

Goldie: Moew!

Altair: damn right Goldie! If Shaun has a problem he's gonna have to deal with it!

Goldie: MOEW!

Altair: *picks up Goldie and stands up* yes goldie! Let me hear you roar!

Goldie: MOEW!

Altair: THAT'S THE SPIRIT! WE-

Man: *clears throat*

Altair and Goldie: ...

Man: ...

Altair: *clears throat* ... how much of the conversation did you hear?

Man: ... just about how if this guy named Shaun has a problem with you and your cat that he'll have to deal with it...

Altair: ... oh.

Man: ...

Altair: ... don't you have work or something?

Man: don't you?

Altair: no.

Man: oh... lucky. *leaves*

Altair: ... *looks at Goldie*

Goldie: *looks back at Altair*

Altair: *chuckles* tomorrow Goldie, I'll take you home before Linda can take you away. There you can have your litter of kittens in the house and not out here in the streets.

Goldie: *happy meow*

Altair: *kisses Goldie's forehead* I promise, I won't let anything happen to you little one. I will take care of you and your kittens for as long as I may still breathe.

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Hoped you guys liked part 1 of How Nasir became Altair's fury little companion✌😸

whats uppppppp homieeeeeee

THE HOMIEEEEEEEEE!

How Altair deals with ghost

Altair: *in the living room reading* ...

From the table in the dinning room counter there was a small tin can just sitting there till a sudden force pushed it off the table.

Altair: hm? ... *sighs* Jacob frye- *gets up and walks over* if this is another one of your stupid jokes I-

No one was there.

Altair: ... *pick up the can and puts it back on the table* ... ok? *is about to walk back*

The can falls over again.

Altair: *quickly turns back around* hm!? ... *picks up the can again* ... what the hell? ... *puts it in the center of the table* ... stay. Now then- *turns around again to walk back* What!?

Once he turned around there was a stack of all the dinning room chairs in a pyramid formation in the middle of the living room.

Altair: . . . What the allaena is this? ... ok! Listen to... who ever the allaena is messing with me! I would kindly like to see you in person now! ...

No response.

Altair: ... ok then... hm... *smug grin* well I guess I'll just turn around and- *turns around* just walk on over to the kitchen- *turns swiftly back around* AH HA!

There is now a spirit standing before Altair.

Altair: . . . Oh wait, your an actual ghost? ... I thought you were Jacob or one of the others, who was doing all this.

Ghost: ...

Altair: well since your here, do you mind cleaning up the chairs-

The chairs are back where they use to be.

Altair: oh... you already put them back.

Ghost: ...

Altair: ok but listen, you still need to leave, I don't know if you know this all ready, but it isn't the day of the dead or Halloween yet so, why don't you go back to the grave you crawled yourself out of just to irritate me.

Ghost: ... *uses telekinetic powers to pull the can off the table and onto the ground*

Altair: and would you stop doing that! That isn't even scary! What kind of ghost-

Ghost: *is now holding a knife*

Altair: ... ok where did you even get that from?

Ghost: ...

Altair: that still doesn't scare me I hope you know that.

Ghost: *is now standing a bit closer to Altair still holding the knife*

Altair: look why are you even here? This isn't a Halloween store and it certainly isn't October yet, so leave.

Ghost: ...

Altair: fine you wanna stay? then go use you ghost powers to clean the kitchen or something.

Ghost: ... *pulls out a chair from the dinning room and moves it next to Altair*

Altair: .... your terrible at being a ghost, I hope you know that.

Ghost: *is now holding Altair's sword*

Altair: OK THAT'S IT! HEY! YOU KNOW THAT CLOSEST DEMON!?

Ghost: ?

Aaltair: You know one by the name of... JERRY!?

Ghost: . . . *has dropped Altair's sword*

Altair: oh that got your attention I see! Ya well he's my b@#$ now! Ya that demon takes orders from me now!

Ghost: *has moved farther away from Altair and close to the door*

Altair: where do you think your going?

Ghost: . . . *slowly reaches for the door handle*

Altair: *grabs a chancla and looks like he's ready to throw it* I WILL SEND YOU TO JESUS!

Ghost: . . .💧

Altair: ...

Ghost: . . . *tries to open the front door*

Altair: *Throws the chancla at the ghost*

Ghost: *Gets hit in the head with the chancla and falls unconscious to the ground*

Altair: ... Hey ghost guess what! Your now my b@#$ too! Don't f@#$ with me!

Desmond: *just witnessed the entire thing from the stairs* ... I thought you were an atheist?

Altair: Desmond at this point I stopped giving a sh*t, now help me clean up this mess. *walks over to the Kitchen*

Desmond: ... *looks down at the ghost* ... you shouldn't have f@#$ with him man.

Ghost: ...

This is why you don't mess with Altair... even if your dead.

The Mandalorian chapter 15 SPOILER WARNING

...so ... Din Djarin helmetless... and minus the blood and cuts on his face....

... so uh... anyone else want some simp tea 🍵... also would you care for a side of

GET F@#$ING DUNKED ON MOFF GIDEN!!!!

THE MANDALORIAN IS COMING FOR YO @$$!!!!

HAHAHA-!!!!

... also can we take a second to appreciate how MUCH the mandalorian LOVES his kid and would show his face to an army of FREAKING EMPIRE SOLDIER AND COMMANDERS

Breaking his line of code ALL FOR THIS CUTE ADORABLE LITTLE GUY TO BE BACK IN HIS ARMS!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!

THAT'S SUPER AWSOME!!! 🤩😁😎👌

Nice work!

I made some scp art for my fellow scp artists:

@pudimbot, @purplelordscp035j, @doctorjayboi, @itstanzaniteuniverse, @moonlightguardianmoon.

Sorry if I haven’t included anyone else, there was not enough space.

- Sigrid

The mandalorian chapter 16

The rescue

SPOILER WARNING

. . .

I'M NOT CRYING YOUR CRYING SO IS POOR DIN!!!!

I AM NOT OVER REACTING!!!!!

...

Ok so what if I am... Man there is just a lot to unpack from that episode... can we also talk about how

THE FREAKING LEGEND

HAS RETURNED TO STAR WARS FOR ONE LAST TIME HOLY SHI-

Man I have a lot of issues to sort out right now... welp I guess that's the end of that... what? ... wait there's gonna be a third season next year? ... reless date is some time in December of 2021? ......

... then we shall wait then

Sooooo I came up with this idea while listening to the Murder Drones soundtrack and daydreaming about crossover ideas. Scp 049 popped into my head then- DING! what if SCP 049 was a murder drone!?

So here's a rough sketch idea of what his murder drone form would look like!

I have also thought about several headcanon backstory ideas for him in the Murder Drone SCP crossover too! But I might make that a separate post-rant. Anyway! Hope you enjoy the rough sketches!

I shall eat a fish and drown it in my lungs with oxygen.

What?

...

I just got the joke just when I was typing all this out XD

(Click image to see better cause tumblr be like that)

Bro I need some inspiration right now for something I wish to work on but need the extra push to finsh it rn.

Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

Wait-! What does that mean!? I haven't caught up with the webtoon comic in a long while. Is William mentioned in it?

If William Miles has 100,000 haters I'm one of them. If he has 1 hater, it's me. If he has no haters then I'm dead.

Genuinely, this man pisses me off to no end. The way he treats desmond, like he's no more than a tool to be used, is grating. And he repeatedly goes on about Desmond's genetic lineage as if he's some sort of show pony.

Let's talk about how Mr. Billiam Wiles over here should have the same ability to activate the eye because he, too, is related to Altair and Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton.

It wouldn't surprise me if William and Desmonds mom weren't even in love (because honestly who could love William for his personality) and were just together for genetics purposes like some sort of fucked up dog breeding program.

Also being reduced down to who you're related to is something I relate to but not in the same way and seeing other people being compared to their relatives, no matter who they are, pisses me off to no end because excuse me that is a grown ass man with his own thoughts and personhood.

But anyway that's my William miles hate train for today. Brought to you by my replay of AC3