Clair Kruskamp (Clairbear89)

Ask me anything   Illustrator, Gamer, and Thinker.

Huge fan of Assassin's Creed, Mass Effect, Rooster Teeth and Achievement Hunter.

Lover of grunge art, bright colors, and gothic fashion.

acassiecreed:

"Altair…I told you, there is no need to ask for forgiveness about that. That was, what, five years ago?" Malik chuckled softly and shook his head.
"But Malik…I still feel guilty for you losing your brother…" Altair sighed softly as he sat against the wall of the Assassin’s Bureau in Jerusalem.
"And I feel like you’re being a novice with all this damn apologizing. If I accept your apology this time, will you drop the subject?" The Rafiq arched his eyebrow.
"No, I probably won’t," Altair responded with a grin.
The two friends chuckled softly, savoring their wine as they simply enjoyed the cool night air that was part of living in the desert.
There was a sudden clamor from above and both men scrambled to their feet, drawing their swords.
"Safety and peace, brothers!" It was another Assassin who had dropped in, and he panted out his greeting.
"Upon you as well. What is the hurry?" Malik questioned the man who was still a novice, a fact made obvious by the dark gray tunic under his robes.
"I have a message for Altair." The young man looked upon the Master Assassin. "Maria has gone into labor."
"What?! Now??" Altair quickly belted on his weapons, pulled on his boots, and yanked up his hood.
"Altair, wait! I’m coming with you!" Malik was getting himself prepared as well.
"What about the Bureau?"
"You, novice." Malik turned to the messenger. "Stay here and look after things. Don’t touch any of my maps and DO NOT disturb my pigeons!"
The young man nodded, a bit confused but scared to ask anything as the two older Assassins went climbing out the roof.
Altair sprinted to the gates of Jerusalem, Malik right behind him. They each mounted a horse and took off at a full-blown gallop.
"Altair, be careful! Horses cannot run forever!" Malik was a little worried about his comrade’s horse; the animal was beginning to breathe rather heavily.
"This one better!" Altair spurred the horse onwards, leaning down low against its neck.
The ride from Jerusalem seemed to last an eternity, and Altair had never been so happy to see Masyaf’s gates as he was now. He dropped down from the horse and took off running through the village on foot, pushing past anyone in his way and jumping over obstacles like a madman.
Malik shook his head and stayed behind to care for the overworked horses.
Altair sprinted into the fortress’ courtyard and ran up into the castle itself. He made his way to the chambers that he and his wife, Maria, shared. Several servant girls were in the room, some of them taking out bundles of bedding and others smoothing down fresh linens.
"Maria?" He finally managed to make his way to the bed.
His wife was leaning back against the headboard, her sweat-dampened hair plastered to her forehead and neck. A small bundle was cradled in her arms and she smiled tiredly at her husband.
"It’s about time you showed up."
"I’m sorry, Maria…I came as fast as I could, but I was in Jerusalem-"
"Altair, I was joking. I understand. Neither of us expected this to happen today." Maria giggled softly and then looked down at the baby in her arms. "Look…here’s your son."
The servants had left the room to give the new family some privacy.
Altair hesitantly leaned down to get a good look at the new child. The baby was staring silently up at him with big, startlingly blue eyes. Slowly, the infant reached up and clumsily grasped the edges of Altair’s hood before tugging his face closer.
"Have you thought of a name yet?" Altair murmured his question, getting completely lost in his little son’s eyes.
"No. I wanted you to pick his name." Maria smiled as she watched her husband and child.
"Darim… His name will be Darim." Altair felt his face break out into a grin as the baby made a sort of cooing noise. A lump was in his throat, and as he sat down on the bed beside his wife and took his son into his arms, tears sprang into his eyes. "Hello, Darim. Welcome to the Brotherhood."

acassiecreed:

"Altair…I told you, there is no need to ask for forgiveness about that. That was, what, five years ago?" Malik chuckled softly and shook his head.

"But Malik…I still feel guilty for you losing your brother…" Altair sighed softly as he sat against the wall of the Assassin’s Bureau in Jerusalem.

"And I feel like you’re being a novice with all this damn apologizing. If I accept your apology this time, will you drop the subject?" The Rafiq arched his eyebrow.

"No, I probably won’t," Altair responded with a grin.

The two friends chuckled softly, savoring their wine as they simply enjoyed the cool night air that was part of living in the desert.

There was a sudden clamor from above and both men scrambled to their feet, drawing their swords.

"Safety and peace, brothers!" It was another Assassin who had dropped in, and he panted out his greeting.

"Upon you as well. What is the hurry?" Malik questioned the man who was still a novice, a fact made obvious by the dark gray tunic under his robes.

"I have a message for Altair." The young man looked upon the Master Assassin. "Maria has gone into labor."

"What?! Now??" Altair quickly belted on his weapons, pulled on his boots, and yanked up his hood.

"Altair, wait! I’m coming with you!" Malik was getting himself prepared as well.

"What about the Bureau?"

"You, novice." Malik turned to the messenger. "Stay here and look after things. Don’t touch any of my maps and DO NOT disturb my pigeons!"

The young man nodded, a bit confused but scared to ask anything as the two older Assassins went climbing out the roof.

Altair sprinted to the gates of Jerusalem, Malik right behind him. They each mounted a horse and took off at a full-blown gallop.

"Altair, be careful! Horses cannot run forever!" Malik was a little worried about his comrade’s horse; the animal was beginning to breathe rather heavily.

"This one better!" Altair spurred the horse onwards, leaning down low against its neck.

The ride from Jerusalem seemed to last an eternity, and Altair had never been so happy to see Masyaf’s gates as he was now. He dropped down from the horse and took off running through the village on foot, pushing past anyone in his way and jumping over obstacles like a madman.

Malik shook his head and stayed behind to care for the overworked horses.

Altair sprinted into the fortress’ courtyard and ran up into the castle itself. He made his way to the chambers that he and his wife, Maria, shared. Several servant girls were in the room, some of them taking out bundles of bedding and others smoothing down fresh linens.

"Maria?" He finally managed to make his way to the bed.

His wife was leaning back against the headboard, her sweat-dampened hair plastered to her forehead and neck. A small bundle was cradled in her arms and she smiled tiredly at her husband.

"It’s about time you showed up."

"I’m sorry, Maria…I came as fast as I could, but I was in Jerusalem-"

"Altair, I was joking. I understand. Neither of us expected this to happen today." Maria giggled softly and then looked down at the baby in her arms. "Look…here’s your son."

The servants had left the room to give the new family some privacy.

Altair hesitantly leaned down to get a good look at the new child. The baby was staring silently up at him with big, startlingly blue eyes. Slowly, the infant reached up and clumsily grasped the edges of Altair’s hood before tugging his face closer.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" Altair murmured his question, getting completely lost in his little son’s eyes.

"No. I wanted you to pick his name." Maria smiled as she watched her husband and child.

"Darim… His name will be Darim." Altair felt his face break out into a grin as the baby made a sort of cooing noise. A lump was in his throat, and as he sat down on the bed beside his wife and took his son into his arms, tears sprang into his eyes. "Hello, Darim. Welcome to the Brotherhood."

— 22 hours ago with 19 notes
#Assassin's Creed  #Altair Ibn La'Ahad  #Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad  #maria thorpe  #atlair and maria  #darim  #fanfic  #cute story 
did-you-kno:

Video games have been proven to be a more efficient method of overcoming depression than counseling among teens.
Source

Read the source article, it is actually sounds like it is a great way to at least help or start to help teens with depression understand what their brain is doing and how to deal with outside forces.

did-you-kno:

Video games have been proven to be a more efficient method of overcoming depression than counseling among teens.

Source

Read the source article, it is actually sounds like it is a great way to at least help or start to help teens with depression understand what their brain is doing and how to deal with outside forces.

— 22 hours ago with 11646 notes

dallonsmiles:

ryansgayliner:

the thrilling saga in which Panic! owns the fuck out of WBC

A+ handling of the situation

(via killingcapulets)

— 1 day ago with 87494 notes
#panic! at the disco  #westboro baptist church  #Win for equal rights 
saruxiii:

Dragon Age fandom on October 7th.

I hope that they are making changes that will make the game better for all of use though.

saruxiii:

Dragon Age fandom on October 7th.

I hope that they are making changes that will make the game better for all of use though.

— 1 day ago with 67 notes
#dragon age  #dragon age inquisition  #release date 

awkward-lee:

The Destiny Beta embargo for videos has been lifted. I will now post this. @GavinFree @GeoffLRamsey (x)

image

— 6 days ago with 7802 notes
#micheal jones  #Gavin free  #gavinofree  #geoff ramsey  #geoffLRamsey  #Destiny  #destiny beta 

missvirak:

I did these sketches to celebrate our “1000 likes” on Dragon Age Facebook page.
It was fun to draw so many different faces!
In order:
Blackwall, Cassandra, Cole, Cullen, Dorian, Iron Bull, Josephine, Leliana, Sera, Solas, Varric, Vivienne.

(via theladymonsters)

— 1 week ago with 2584 notes
#dragon age  #fan art  #missvirak 

ridingkeepsmegoing:

houseofhastings:

panemoppression:

Arturo is a 29-year-old male polar bear currently living in Argentina’s Mendoza Zoo. He is suffering in 40C (104F) heat in an enclosure that has just 20 inches of water for him to swim in and has as a consequence been displaying worrying behavior.

Please sign this petition or at least spread the word in order to have Arturo transferred to a zoo in Canada which has better facilities for an animal that is used to polar conditions.

Please guys, if you could sign this it would mean a lot. I’ve been following this case for months and it’s infuriating how little this zoo and our goverment care about this poor guy. Let’s give him a happy ending.

Signal boost

Here is an article about Arturo

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/world/experts-world-saddest-polar-bear-miserable-argentina-zoo-article-1.1867059

(via shavostars)

— 1 week ago with 161568 notes

"Huh…wasn’t expecting that." (x)

Honestly, I laughed for a good minuet at this ending, fucking funny.

(Source: the-maine-meta, via thegavichal)

— 1 week ago with 2711 notes
#red vs. blue  #rvb  #rooster teeth 

stiltfox:

theblondebitch:

London Comic Con October 2013

Hot fucking DAMN Assassins from all over the world and a shitton of different time periods?!

Rifle Assassin in the third gif could get it so hard.

I love seeing this every time it comes around. This many unique stiles that are all very clearly along the same line, without being obvious, and fitting gorgeously to the time period and places they’re from… Mmm! <3 Costume porn indeed!

Love the styles! Not going to lie, love the world war 1 or 2 assassin’s in the fourth gif.

(Source: ssophoo, via ssophoo)

— 1 week ago with 184288 notes
#Assassin's Creed 

I was very upset and nervous because of it. Shit ubisoft!!!

(Source: frankie-fenty, via frankie-fenty)

— 2 weeks ago with 16 notes
#Assassin's Creed 

I feel this is how it is when I say Hello to people

(Source: rodens-holland, via schrodingers-blogger)

— 2 weeks ago with 1972 notes