#could have been assassin's Creed brotherhood

[teecupangel]

So I watched the trailer of Assassin's Creed Shadows and I thought I'd give my preliminary thoughts

History-wise

Okay... so Yasuke was Oda Nobunaga's vassal from 1581 to 1582. Historically, he was captured by Akechi's forces after Mitsuhide betrayed Nobunaga which led to Nobunaga's death. Instead of killing him, Mitsuhide ordered he be shipped to the Christians (whether he did it to save Yasuke's life or because he was being racist is still unsure) where he was treated and they sailed out of Japan later on.

Naoe being an Iga shinobi... I have nothing XD Nobunaga did destroy the shinobi clans in Iga (that was a whole 'nother thing) and her last name, Fujibayashi, was one of the ruling families of Iga province. Other than that... uuuhhh... the kanji of her name 名緒絵 sorta gives the impression of an honorable, kind and talented person. 名 is usually seen in words that translate to 'name' or 'distinguished', the first thing I thought of when I saw 緒 was 'beginning' but it can also mean 'strap' or 'cord' and 絵 is a kanji that appears in words that is connected to art and painting.

Possible Storyline

Oda Nobunaga is not a Templar. He was, for a time, an ally of the Brotherhood until he got his hands on a Sword of Eden and everything went downhill from there. So I see 2 possible storylines:

This is set before Oda Nobunaga's death in Honnouji and Yasuke has a redemption arc with Naoe guiding him to the ways of the Brotherhood. They probably act independently from Akechi's forces and the end game is to take away the Sword of Eden from Nobunaga. Yamauchi Taka (who kills Nobunaga in AC canon) would appear as a support character of some capacity. (He might even be Naoe's mentor)

This is set after Oda Nobunaga's death and Yasuke is on a path of vengeance against those who conspired against Oda. He and Naoe would have a more hostile relationship first before it developed into Yasuke finally letting go of his need for vengeance and becoming a blade to save the weak from this endless bloodshed.

Regardless, we'll probably see Hattori Hanzo since he's part of the Japanese Brotherhood.

Plot 1 would end in Honnouji and the retrieval of the Sword of Eden... or the Sword of Eden apparently gets into Akechi's hands and we get to have plot 1 AND 2 where the sword becomes 'pass the baton' kind of deal (this will fight with the current AC canon though)

Plot 2 could end anywhere from Akechi's death during the Battle of Yamazaki OR we get as far as the Battle of Sekigahara which is always fun (I mean... not fun because so many people died there but fun in a video game-y kind of way).

Plot 2 is more broad which could lead to 'too many characters, not enough limelight' while Plot 1 is more centered and could serve to make the character development shine.

(If this Oda Nobunaga gets a laser sword as well, at least we can say Isu bullshit on that one XD)

Gameplay

As far as I know, Assassin's Creed Shadows will follow the open world rpg setup of the Layla trilogy. Considering how Mirage made use of Valhalla's engine, that might be Naoe's gameplay as well. I would suggest to wait for an actual gameplay as Ubisoft sometimes make fancy 'moves' in cinematic trailers that you can't actually do in-game.

I also want to know how they would handle the two main characters setup. Considering we see them together in the trailer, this might be a case of "same missions but who you pick decide how you approach it" kind of deal instead of AC Syndicate's "Jacob and Evie do their own thing most of the time". Same missions also means there's a good chance of wanting to replay it as a different character for a different experience and also... it means they'd be reusing the same assets during development XD

teecup Rambles

Okay, here we go.

I really want to see Assassin's Creed version of Nobunaga Oichi because she's my favorite character in these kinds of stories. She's usually portrayed as the kind beautiful younger sister of Oda Nobunaga that he once said could have been a fine warrior if she had been born a man. Also, her daughters would later marry (or become a concubine) to prominent historical figures. Her relationship with Nobunaga after the death of her first husband is also vague so she can support Yasuke regardless if he's trying to avenge Nobunaga's death or if he betrayed him.

Other than that, I think the final battle being Sekigahara would be epic. Just waves and waves of enemies to fight as Yasuke while Naoe stealth her way to the big battlefield to assassinate their actual target. Although, historically, it would make sense for the story to end with Nobunaga's death or Akechi's death since that's around the last time we hear of Yasuke.

... then again, he would just return after being shipped off and that starts the main game too.

Yeah, that's about it. I really just wanted to talk about Ichi but I couldn't add it elsewhere.

Oh and Yasuke is in Samurai Warriors 5 if you want to have an idea of how Ubisoft can handle him... also in Nobunaga's Ambition. It would be awesome if his Isu armor's helmet would look something like Nagoriyuki's (who is inspired by the historical figure Yasuke) from Guilty Gear as a reference to a reference but I highly doubt it.

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed shadows #yasuke #fujibayashi naoe #teecup rambles #does this count as analysis???

[anarchy-in-new-vegas]

I just got reminded about one of the funniest bits of lore from the Assassin's Creed games. Canonically, they confirm the real world conspiracy theory that the dead guy in Hitler's bunker at the end of WWII isn't Hitler, but actually his body double to be true in the game world. However, after killing his double, Hitler walks out of the bunker to escape and is immediately killed by an Assassin. Like he gets about 200 feet into his plan to fake his death and escape capture before getting stabbed in the neck and dying.

The early games loved conspiracy theories so much that you expect them to play this straight and have Hitler get away, but no. He tries. He dies.

#assassin's creed #assassin's Creed ii #i think it was acii #could have been assassin's Creed brotherhood #either way i just think its funny that with all the conspiracy theories they made true in the game #that having this one be the subversion is so fucking funny #like the moon landing was a plot to mind control the world with the technology of an ancient precursor species #jfk was assassinated by the knights templar #but leaving hitler alive? no #hitler dies #theres a lot of problematic shit in the series but at least they said hitler fucking died in berlin

[irregularjohnnywiggins]

Funniest things I can imagine happening in a theoretical Assassin's Creed/Star Wars crossover (namely the protagonists and a few key supporting characters from the AC games show up in the Clone Wars era):

All the Grandmasters/Mentors sitting around and debating the theological differences between the Jedi Code and the Assassin's Creed. Yoda and Ezio keep making lewd jokes, and Mace and Achilles instantly bond over having to put up with them.

The first time a Jedi performs a Mind Trick in front of an Assassin, there's a knife fight in the streets that results in at least 3 stab wound and 1 near case of delimbification until the Clones are able to calm everyone down. Afterwards the Jedi make an effort to not perform Mind Tricks in front of the Assassins.

This is nothing, however, to how absolutely ballistic every single Assassin, even even-tempered ones like Ah Tabai, get when they learn about the inhibitor chips. Within hours, the Kenways, including Adéwalé, have hijacked at least ten Star Destroyers and are organising mass brain surgeries the likes of which no-one has ever seen before.

Altaïr Ibn La'Ahad and Malik Al-Sayf take one look at Anakin Skywalker and immediately realise that he's basically exactly like Altaïr at the beginning of AC1 and move immediately to stop this train wreck.

To that end, Anakin is forced to go on missions with Ratonhnhaké:ton, despite the fact that they are just enough alike to not like one another, although as Altaïr and Obi-Wan planned they do end up bonding over their extremely similar early lives and Connor helps Anakin learn his own compromise.

A key part of their bonding, however, comes when the Assassins convince the Jedi to let them dismantle the Hutts and replace them, given its not the first criminal empire they've supplanted. The liberation of Tattooine is also when they actually come to blows, though, because Anakin is not shy about his opinions of the Tuskens and Ratonhnhaké:ton is... familiar with the demonisation of an indigenous population, and does not take kindly to it.

Kassandra has absolutely no idea why she's here, as far as she's concerned both the Jedi and the Assassins are a band of crazies, she's not even like Bayek (who's going through some shit because he doesn't know how to explain to every Assassin born pre-Altaïr that he cut his finger off by accident), so naturally the first chance she gets she books it off Coruscant, possibly with Eivor in tow, to become a bounty hunter, which is about as close as this place gets to a misthios. Naturally, because the universe is determined that neither Kassandra nor Eivor can have a boring life, Eivor gets headhunted by Hondo Ohnaka and Kassandra falls in with Asajj Ventress, and yes you can read that last one any way you like.

Pretty much all the Assassins born before it are absolutely fascinated by the concept of democracy. Then they attend one (1) Senate meeting, and their opinion on the concept dims a bit. Padmé Amidala, then, can be praised for nearly singlehandedly reinvigorating several Assassins opinion on democracy in one conversation.

That being said, there are only a few senators that most Assassins can stand, and some of the more hot-blooded Assassins may be planning coup d'etats on several planets and keeping very quiet about it when the Jedi are around. For obvious reasons, they all get along very well with Cham Syndulla, and Evie Frye is halfway through convincing the Mentors to induct his daughter Hera as the first new member of the Brotherhood in this galaxy.

Without the Dark Side blocking their Eagle Vision, or the decades of experience with his friendly persona, most of the Assassins pretty quickly figure out that Palpatine is at the least involved in the conspiracy behind the Clone Wars (to be fair, all of them are pretty experienced with finding out who's involved in grand conspiracies). The issue then becomes proving it. Their first plan involves walking up to Palpatine in the halls of the Senate and saying 'Oy, Sith Lord, yes or no'. This predictably fails, and Jacob Frye is taken off the planning team for this case.

#assassin's creed #star wars #if this is at all comprehensible I am sorry #if it is not please give me permission to rant about Assassin's Creed #this is all an offshoot of the idea I once had to compare the philosophies of the Jedi and the Assassins #which basically turned into a subtweet about one particular fic I read where the Sith were descended from the Assassins #and I was like 'Every single time the Sith have taken over the galaxy since Revan they've been overtly fashy #and whatever you can say about the Assassins fashy is the last thing they could ever be' #also it's particularly funny just imagining the Senate foisting the Brotherhood on the Jedi because they think they're Force Sensitives #(which... some of them may be depending on how you interpret the Gray in relation to the Force) #and then the Jedi introduce one of the Mentors with Eagle Vision to Palpatine and he's just... the brightest red they've ever seen

[callofdudes]

Dropping all my AU thoughts on you. (Lovingly) pt1??

Hunger Games AU: All of 141 bring previous victors from their games who find solace with each other in the capital. Would go through what they experienced in their individual games and how they won. But when the victors face off comes they all have to work together to end the games permanently.

Skyrim AU: Ghost works with the Dark Brotherhood. Johnny is 1000% a Companion. Gaz is a bard who is also attending the College of Winterhold to become a mage. Price is either a leader of the Companions, or he's a captain of the Imperial Guard. Don't exactly have a proper plot. And Gaz is obviously a redguard. Price is definitely a Nord. John is probably a mix of either Breton and Nord or something. It just makes sense. And Ghost is an Imperial. It just makes sense and I can't explain why!

Or, another Skyrim idea: Johnny as the dragonborn and Simon as a Daedric Prince of Akotosh who chooses to serve Johnny after doubting Alduin's reign.

Transformers AU: It could go either way, I envision it with Ghost as a Tranformer. He's the last of his squad who escaped captivity (I hope you catch on) and is sent to earth to protect Intel and find a place to stay. Runs into the annoying Scottish mechanic when his paint is dinged up. Or Simon as the angry mechanic who does not want to fix this alien thing that keeps yapping all day.

Rise of the Guardians AU: All the characters are there. If Y/n was present in this I'd make Ghost the angry easter Bunny who "hates his job". But if they weren't he's hands down Jack Frost. Sorry. Gaz can be Sandy (sandman) we all know who Price is, and Johnny can be the tooth fairy. If you know why, you know why.

Obviously a httyd AU: because everyone needs one. I'm already conjuring up things for Ghost's backstory it's insane.

Gaming AU: Price is a moderator for a large gaming community channel and streaming platform. He greenlights a lot of games that go through and plays them occasionally. RDR games and those likes. Johnny and Gaz definitely play the sims together. They'd play those games like Lethal Company and such. They try to play horror games but it doesn't always go well. Simon, (known to fans as Ghost) wears his mask or has one of those cool avatars. Plays horror games religiously and first person shooters which has attracted a glamorized following. Friends with Price and that's how he ended up getting together in the streaming group with Gaz and Johnny. They're annoying, but ok, they're cool.

Assassin's Creed AU: I've been working slowly on this for a while but Johnny as a sword/bow for hire whose work has slowed in the city he's at. So he packs up with friend Gaz who is going to a different city to study as a medic. Price is probably the king of said place. (I'm thinking of setting up in Greece or we're going to old Britain.) And Ghost is our famous assassin. And they meet and some stuff happens!

Not sure what to call this one (AU) As a young kid Johnny was diagnosed with ADHD and went to weekly day camp for kids like him. It wasn't particularly boring and Johnny had lots of fun. Until a new kid who is very socially awkward and reclusive starts coming. He's quiet and fidgety and doesn't make much eye contact. Johnny wants to be his friend. The story where Autistic Simon and ADHD Johnny become inseparable childhood friends.

Winged AU. I did a little thing on this a couple months ago. Some 30% of the popular are born with wings. Johnny is one of them. He's incredibly proud of his wings and it gives him some advantages and disadvantages in the military. Simon seems to hate Johnny for the sake of it. But every time Simon sees John's wings, he remembers the scars on his back and the pain of when his wings were torn off...

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #call of duty headcanons #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick #ghostsoap #crossovers #fic ideas #soapghost #ghost x soap #hunger games crossover #skyrim au #skyrim crossover #httyd/cod crossover

[auroramoon-draws16]

My friend convinced me to get into Star Wars

Send help

(Warning: SPOILERS and I’m not THAT into it, so correct where you see fit)

Assassin’s Creed x Star Wars

But the Brotherhood is an ancient af group, as old or older than the og Jedi order, they’re so secretive and mysterious that not even the modern order are sure they exist. Kind of like a spooky myth?

The Force be like: “Brotherhood? What Brotherhood? I didn’t help make any Brotherhood!” We love a bad gaslighting bitch 💜

I think they’d be force users who pretty much do as their original universe do: “We work in the Dark to serve the Light.” All the tenants included.

Their sabers are small af and more blade-like, sort of like the darkblade, but crystal clear and emits very little light, they barely make any noise too. (Phantom Sabers? Maybe? That sounds cool, right?) The Assassins got the white hoods and shit too. Omfg they can finally do the Leap of Faith wherever they want! Fuck gravity! We have the fucking force!

As for Eagle Vision, I think you could pass it off as a force ability. Being able to sense feelings and danger is a thing already, so being able to do a large sweep and tag friend/foe would be a step above that. Also treasures. Like the grabby lil dragons our Assassin babies are. They need to be able to fund shenanigans on the fly, and not all of them have time to grab some from their reserves!

As for their role in the main Star Wars story, we got options:

Shoving Desmond into this shit because I can~

Desmond and his Team™️ investigate the Clone Wars shit, because the Brotherhood has always been against oppression and have been systematically wiping out slavery from several parts of the galaxy for a while now, so they would automatically get suspicious. (Clones? Meant for fighting?? For an entire republic??? With no rights of their own???? Idk man, that sounds sus. Oh and the Jedi don’t have a choice because there’s a whole ass war and it would be against their code not to do anything about it? And there’s an order to kill literally all of them at a moment’s notice? Alright, guess we’ll fix this ourselves!)

Des and the crew find the chips and save the Jedi from mass genocide. Maybe killing Palpatine, because fuck that guy.

Would they need to reveal the Brotherhood’s existence to have that happen? Probably not, but it could happen. Boy, wouldn’t that be interesting?

Also, clone shenanigans, because I love them sm

Especially Bad Batch and Domino Squad

And Rex and Cody

My poor babies

But: if the Brotherhood was weakened like in their og universe and they couldn’t investigate (lets say they were compromised by the Sith for a while before the clone wars)

+ Des was born a bit later

Time to aid the rebellion and face destiny!

(If you REALLY want to throw Des into bullshit, like I know you do: Time travel fix it fic with Luke, Leia, Han, and Desmond!)

(You may also include Mandalorian fun, because I also love the Mandos, my other babies <3 Mandalorian culture goes hard and the fics that include them have kidnapped surprise adopted me)

Y’all have fun, I’m tired ^_^💜

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #star wars #the clone wars #the prequels #idk enough about this shit #i’m winging it #the force #force bullshit this time #time travel shenanigans #the mandalorian #someone write a fic #crossover motherfuckers #obi wan kenobi is hot #desmond go flirt with him #add him to the harem #do it

[afro-hispwriter]

A Soldier & An Assassin

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Summary- sent on a solo recon mission, ghost finds himself with an assassin from a Brotherhood that has an official-unofficial undocumented alliance with the military

Assassins Creed x Call of Duty

A/n- The reader is French and black but has no physical descriptions. She has a French accent but it probably comes off as more English. She is a descendant of Abbo Cernuns(a hidden one who is the most intrigued by). Her outfit choices are similar to Evie Fryes but more modernized I should say.this is part 1. Warnings- slow burn??? Wc- 1.1k

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Hassan was dead but now Makarov was coming up. He is in prison but the man has power, and his own army is causing trouble already which has the 141 on edge. 

The Konni have been transporting weapons never-ending, and the possibility of one of those containers carrying missiles goes up every time.

Price and Laswell agreed just to send one person to check. Ghost was chosen for this recon, quick and quiet. 

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Ghost climbed up the stairs and ran to the ledge and pulled his sniper out.

"Watcher 1 to Ghost, how we looking?" Laswell says in his ear.

"Lots of armed personnel surrounding multiple containers." 

"Okay, if there are any signs of a missile, we're coming to you." 

"Copy." Ghost zoomed in his scope on each container, trying to get a closer look inside one.

"How many do you think there are down there?" To say his bones didn't jump out of his skin was an understatement. The feminine voice in his ear did not come from his comm in his right ear. No. This voice was not Laswell and whoever it was, was physically there next to him. Ghost whipped around to see who it was but was met with a black hood. He drew his knife but it got knocked out of his hands and the blade was pressed against his neck. 

"Is this how you treat all your allies?" Ghost slowly raised his hands in surrender, knowing the blade could slice through his jugular any second. 

"If you were an ally, you wouldn't have snuck up on me. Anybody tell you don't sneak up on an armored man?" He says slowly standing up to his feet, the blade the woman had following him. 

"Anybody tell you don't underestimate a woman." There was a slight chuckle that came from you. "Laswell, always keeping her word." The blade retracted and Ghost finally turned his head to face you. You were not at all what he was expecting. The all-black get-up looked ridiculous, it was like you were pulled right out of a book. You looked Ridiculous.

"You know Laswell?"

The hood was pulled back and the brightest smile was put on your face. Okay, you look less ridiculous now. 

"Laswell and I go way back, she saved my life one day and now she is my friend, along with the others. She has earned our respect."

"Others?" 

"Ever heard of the Brotherhood, or the Hidden Ones?" You ask him and start to walk to the ledge of the building and pull out some binoculars to zoom in on the Konni. 

"Rumors, stories. A large  group of Assassins that live among us." Ghost says cautiously and approaches you from behind. 

"And we have kept it like that for thousands of years, thanks to our skills, leaders, and people like Laswell." 

"Well, I would've liked to know I would have company on something that was supposed to be solo." 

"I asked her not to say anything. I knew a man with a skull face mask would be here and he goes by Ghost." You look back at him and look him up and down. "I also trusted my skills enough to handle you if it came to it." Ghost scoffed at that and you stood up straight. "Look." You passed the binoculars to Ghost and he grabbed them, he looked at you wearily but looked. 

"Bloody hell." Ghost zoomed in on the open container to see an array of controls. 

"They're covering it up with drugs and money." Ghost handed you the binoculars back and clicked his radio. 

"This is Bravo-7 to Watcher-1." 

"Go for Watcher-1."

"There's a container here with what looks like missile controls in it."

"Damn." Ghost looked back at you and you raised an eyebrow. 

"I also ran into your, friend." He hesitated at that before hearing Laswell sigh. 

"Yeah sorry about that Ghost, but she was very insistent on not to tell you but I trust her. She is a good person." He trusted Laswell with his life, so if she trusts you, so can he(maybe). “But come on back, we need to find what those controls are connected to.”

“Copy.” Ghost responds and starts to walk away. You throw your arms up in shock.

“Um hello?” You scoff and walk after him. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing a civilian needs to know about.” 

“I'm not a civilian.” Ghost stops and sighs before turning around.

“You’re friends with Laswell and an assassin. Nothing there tells me you are part of the military. This isn’t your warzone.” You shook your head and pinched your nose. 

“Dangerous people are everywhere, and that means the battleground changes but the mission remains the same.” He could agree with that. 

“Why are you here?” He asks lowly and you press your lips together. 

“That's for you to figure out.” You say with a sly smirk and walk past him. You brushed your shoulder against his gently. Your perfume hit his nostrils through the mask and he felt his body willingly want to follow you. “See you around, partner.” You said it very teasingly as you stepped on the ledge of the building, hood being brought back up to your head, and leaned forward until you were falling. 

This was the second time you’ve scared Ghost. He ran to the ledge to see where you went but there was nothing. No blood on the sidewalk and you weren’t on the fire escape.

When Ghost got back to base and gave his full report(leaving you out). After that, he opened the dusty laptop that he never used and started researching the Hidden Ones. But the whole time, you flooded his head. Your beautiful smile, the ridiculous get-up, and your adorable accent. 

Ghost ripped his mask off his face and tossed it on his desk. He didn’t like the way you were making him feel but it wasn’t at all an unwelcome feeling.

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A/n- I'm not very proud of this, it's not at all how I wanted it to go but if anybody is interested in a second part I'll work on that:) hope you guys somewhat enjoyed

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x black reader #assassin's creed #call of duty #ghost x reader

[hahaha-cough]

Balak Bullfrog Finds out

(Spoilers about the final episode)

2 panel comic below

If you know about Ubisoft’s Renowned property Assassin’s Creed then you know that Balak Bullfrog is a part of the Brotherhood of Assassins. He is self-proclaimed to be the last member.

In Assassin’s Creed the Brotherhood of Assassins are en enemy organization to the Templar Order.

The Brotherhood upheld the goal of “Peace through Free Will” whereas the Templar Order enforced the goal of “Peace through Control”

Throughout History the Brotherhood fought against the Templar Order on the side of Revolution vs Tyranny.

It shouldn't have been a surprise that Eden was actually Templar Order

Bullfrog went along with Sarah Fisher because he saw their goals aligning (and also due to the bomb in his head but that’s besides the point I’m trying to make) because he could see someone also trying to do good against Eden’s purview.

So in the end of the season when it’s revealed that Sarah Fisher is a part of the Templar Order enforcing tyranny and bloodshed through it how do you think Bullfrog will feel finding that out?

Knowing that in the end he was used and his comrades were killed for the sake of an agenda that was his duty to fight AGAINST.

That she used him to enforce Tyranny and crush Free Will and Hope for the masses and place her in control and him to die as a pithy loose end.

How INFURIATING it is to know you were used to help actions and schemes that you had trained you whole life to protect from.

He’s not going to look upon Sarah with such a favorable eye anymore.

#balak bullfrog #bullfrog #captain laserhawk #laserhawk #fanart

[violet-fire-cat]

👀

Hehe I'm so glad I got sent a few of these! I'm gonna have fun rambling about aus now! Lots of rambling. I'm not kidding. This one at least is uh- long. Oops.

As I said before, a lot of my AUs are Ethubs focused, but hopefully you guys don't mind that! 😅

Soooo, let's see, which one should I start with, hmmmmmm. Let's go with one I was talking about with a friend a lot a few weeks ago!

And that would be -

Assassin Creed AU 🗡️ Well- it's inspired by Assassin's Creed anyway. I am not well versed enough on the series lore to do anything that sticks to it too closely. I wanted to play around with ideas a bit anyway. But I started playing one of the games again a while ago and that's where the ideas came from.

Assassin AUs have been done before, yes. But this one is mine!

Etho is an assassin, somewhere in the 18th/19th century, and has been with the Assassin's Brotherhood for most of his life. He's very good at what he does. He's smart, quick, and stealthy. Like a ghost with a knife. You won't know he's there until his blade has found it's way into your throat.

The Brotherhood consists of various other Hermits, including; Doc - retired assassin now serving as the groups main medic Tango - his targets often go out with a bang. or with fire. Grian - death from above Cleo - master of poisons and deadly concoctions Impulse - weaponsmith, where you go for a new knife or gun Zedaph - creator of gadgets and nifty tools and Mumbo - the spymaster. Kinda. Not really. Far too squeamish for assassin work. So he handles information gathering, sorting out jobs and targets, etc

They work together to take out criminals and other bad people who are causing issues in the area. As well as probably aiming to solve some sort of ancient mystery like in the games. (Though I haven't figured that part out yet.)

The story is mostly focused on Etho, a lot of what I have is about his and Bdubs' relationship too, but there's other stuff as well. Rambling continues under the cut ~

Etho doesn't interact with civillians much. But then he meets Bdubs. Bdubs is not affiliated with the Brotherhood. He's a craftsman. He works with wood, leather, and sometimes metal, making tools and clothes mostly, but weaopns too, and selling them in his little shop. Etho goes there on a whim looking for quick repairs or a replacement.

Bdubs is a pretty ordinary guy just going about his life. He has no idea what's in store for him when he meets Etho that day.

Etho is- odd. Tall and mysterious, and dressed in strange clothes. Bdubs doesn't know what to make of him. But treats him like any other customer. He does what's asked of him, Etho pays well. And he finds himself with a regular visitor.

Etho isn't entirely sure why he keeps going back there. He knows other people with the same skillset that he could go to instead. But there's something about Bdubs... There's something drawing Etho to him in a way he's never really experienced before.

Gradually, they become friends. And with time, that friendship progresses. Etho slowly falls in love with Bdubs, and realises that he's so screwed. He's never been in love before. And these- these- emotions. Are not easy to deal with! He doesn't know how to handle Bdubs being so gentle with him, so kind and smiling so sweetly.

And. Yeah. Things develop. A very touch starved Etho craves the gentleness and kindness that Bdubs gives him so easily. Etho has friends, sure, but this is different. Someone detatched from the violence of his work. Someone willing to care for him and love him despite all that he is. It's like nothing he's ever experienced before.

Bdubs never expected to get tangled up with someone like Etho. Danger surrounds him. Etho could leave one day and just. Never come back. But behind all that. Behind the layers of Trained Killer. There's a sweet, slightly shy guy that Bdubs can't help but love.

It's not all plain sailing though. No no. There's drama and chaos too of course. The nature of Etho's work kind of requires it. One time Etho returns to base badly hurt, and in a state of 'I thought I was going to die and all I wanted was to see you again,' he's asking Doc, who's looking after him, for Bdubs. Another time, Bdubs gets captured by the bad guys and Etho and the other assassin's have to rescue him. There's heartbreak as events leave Etho thinking that Bdubs doesn't want to see him anymore. And the difficulty of tracking down an assassin who doesn't want to be found. Etho becomes over protective at times, which Bdubs isn't fond of. But panic ensues when that protectiveness leads to Etho hurting Bdubs accidentally. Bdubs doesn't know what to think of seeing Etho kill someone. Knowing it happens is one thing, actually seeing it happen is another.

There's ups and downs, and I want there to be some overarching mission that Etho and the rest of the Assassin's are working towards. But I don't know what that is yet. I need to brainstorm and play the games more I think.

However, meanwhile, in the present day. Another young man, funnily enough also known as 'Etho', has somehow gotten himself roped into an investigation being done on his ansestor. A- distant cousin. Or something. He thinks. But the guy was an assassin. Which is cool. Fancy technology he'd never heard of allows him to relive the 'genetic memories' of the assassin. See what he experienced and learn about his life. About the things he did, the people he knew, and the events he was a part of. Hoping it'll help them find answers to something that's going on now.

This Etho, nerdy computer science graduate Etho, is very confused but overall rather fascinated by it all. Though he realises quickly there's a lot more at stake here than facts and figures about centuries old history. He learns a lot about his assassin ancestor and the life he lived. Maybe... Maybe too much. He's not sure that he wanted to know about the more- private parts of the guys life. It's interesting that the man the assassin was in love with looked a lot like one of the technicians working on this investigation, though. It's probably just a coincidence. The odds of it being anything else are far, far too small. But he is rather handsome, so surely you can't blame Etho for having a bit of a crush on him...

And- I am going to stop there or I could ramble all night dfghj. I love this AU a lot, if you couldn't tell. I'm probably forgetting things, but this is already more than enough to get an idea of how things go! There's assassins! And drama! And romance! And it's so much fun!

Thank you Anon for giving me an excuse to ramble endlessly about my AU! If you want to ask more about this au though then please do! Aaand maybe I'll draw something for it at some point too, I've been wanting to for a while hehe!

#hermitcraft #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #ethubs #hermitshipping #hermitcraft au #violetanswers #and yes I know that in Assassin's Creed the assassin in the past and the guy in the present aren't like- super similiar #but I don't care #that's what I wanted to do here 'cos I thought it'd be fun to play around with #and then I get TWO Ethubs romances in ONE au! How cool is that! #but yeah this is about 1000 words of my rambles so I hope it's at least nice to read pfft

[miralyk]

love the drawings you've been making for desmond and alex, what's ghosts in the machine? first i see them crawling out of your screen and now everyone's angels devils or monsters, i don't know if i'm missing something!

ah man, think it's time to try to summarize everything and apologize LMAO;; ty for asking though, i should've made things less confusing! this will be a Pretty lengthy post for irl context/backstory and "actual au" info so be ready if you want to read everything!

(for starters, the title's just a pun on the philosophical phrase "ghost in the machine" interpreted Literally and taking inspiration from clay in ac revelations, since he Was a ghost in a machine and jokingly called "my guardian angel" by des, haha)

the short version: basically, "ghosts in the machine" is what i've called the au(?) where i just doodle silly "artist talking to her art muse(s)" stuff like these kinds of comics instead w me,, the ""art muse"" is whatever i'm hyperfixated on (currently desmond, the assassin brotherhood as a whole, and alex/prototype lmao):

the Full LONG version: when replaying prototype and ac awhile back, i also posted fanart on LOFTER (china’s local version of tumblr) and made a mainlander mutual/friend who drew fanart too, like her oc w the assassins in an animal shapeshifter 刺客信条乙女向 (assassin’s creed otome) au! as i’m vietnamese-american and she’s chinese, we use translators and send pictures/doodles to talk about the games and our days, and when i was replaying prototype, she started ac2 too and sent me this as commentary:

from there, whenever we’d text or send pics/art, it became a running joke of sorts to also include our ""game companions"" like that fanfiction thing of “author’s note where the author and fictional characters comment on the situation and/or talk to each other”, and my doodles also became us or our computers being accompanied by them LMAO;; that’s pretty much the origin and setting of the particular doodles; just the daily shenanigans and art struggles of an artist (me and her) talking to their art muses (characters from special interests) haunting them and their computers

as for the "supernatural" aspects, at some point desmond and alex got drawn an as angel and devil because i’ve had ridiculous “protected by a guardian angel” luck lately like surviving a car crash unharmed, they’re my favorites and associated with me, the motifs match the duo, etc, it's not really that deep and/or for a "Lore Reason";;

likewise, the brotherhood got drawn as ghosts to emphasize the “we/our computers are haunted by them” joke more, along with how my friend and i are both asian and used to like ghosts and ancestral worship casually being a part of our lives already LMAO (ig in the context of the au then, they’re basically desmond’s ancestral spirits disney-mulan-style that freeload off of his vietnamese protectee (me) for both spiritual veneration or "worship" like staying relevant in this modern age via fanart)

for example, i'm also considering drawing like altair, ezio, connor, and edward as the vietnamese four holy beasts just to play around, things like that! there's no special lore reason aside from just personal thoughts and "oh that'd be fun to draw", they just thematically fit well being four prominent “legends” and being desmond's ancestors, etc,, haha

at the end of the day, "ghosts in the machine" are just silly shenanigans of me drawing what's on my mind, from who/what i'm hyperfixated on (aka impromptu art muses for me), any thoughts/frustrations i have w daily life or drawing stuff,, and "hm this sounds cool, i could draw this design or Cool Thing" stuff. it's not really an au persay (plus i still really cringe and feel self-consciously wary about the embarrassing self-insert aspect of all this, help lmao), it’s just,, just silly personal scribblings that are kind of sharing an inside joke to everyone now, but i'm happy to know people still humor these silly drawings and are curious if there's more to it, thank you!

#ghosts in the machine au #tldr all of this is silly doodling w a mainlander friend but now all of china... AND GLOBAL...... tumblrs know i'm cringe (pain) #i'm honestly surprised that people both on tumblr/global and LOFTER/china like these a lot and want more but yeah dghfdkj #protocreed #assassin's creed #desmond miles #alex j mercer #don't know what else to tag esp if people want to blacklist this... i don't want to clog 'canon' tags like character tags lmao #ask

[dazed-poltergeist]

The Scholar & The Assassin

Pairing: Arno Dorian x Reader

Warnings: None in particular.

Summary: Arno makes the Reader take a break for once as they prepare for an important assessment.

Add. Notes: I'm quite sure I have said this before, but I'm sorry if any of the Assassin's Creed characters I write about are out-of-character. I only have access to ACIII and ACIV: Black Flag, and honestly? I prefer playing first-hand instead of watching a playthrough on the internet. Now, watch me try to figure out the entire internal structure of Café Théâtre solely through Fandom Wiki screenshots-

>✉️<

{ Dude. I planned to write this in May/June to celebrate the end of the school year. I was like "why not?" and started writing the piece at the start of May. The problem? It's fucking August. I finished it after three fucking months. I'm afraid I finished this only because I felt obligated to. }

-Eero, August 2023

Masterlist ✧⁠*⁠。

"You have been working for quite a while. Can you take a break with me?"

Arno's spontaneous request caught you off-guard. You were a scholar preparing for the final exams created by your institution, and you now realized you had been studying in the memento gallery the whole morning.

"I probably should, I completely lost track of time." You responded to Arno, as you dipped your quill in the pot of ink sitting on your workspace. "Give me a moment to finish writing this down, I'll come with you in a bit."

"Will you? Put the quill back in the ink pot and simply go out for a bit with me." Arno insisted, but added with a chuckle: "It won't grow legs and escape while we are away."

You giggled at his remark as you got up from your desk. After a stretch, you cleaned up the quill and closed the lid of the ink pot. In the process, Arno left the gallery to get some more practical clothing for you.

As you were changing into the clothing Arno had brought you, he asked; "Do you know any places you want to pass by as we are out?" "I don't have any in mind," You told him, and added a question of your own, "You were the one who wanted to take a walk, though. Don't you have any ideas?"

"It never hurts to ask. But yes, I thought of going to the Café's rooftop, and it looks like that's where we are going." Arno stated, as the two of you began walking in the direction of the gallery's exit.

Once you had entered the balcony, you noticed that the weather had improved from the last moment you had taken a break. The Sun had come out and the winds had calmed down. Perfect weather for relaxing on the rooftop.

Arno swiftly climbed onto the roof, then turned to you and offered you his hand to help you up. You took it, and with a little struggle, you managed to get on the rooftop as well.

As the two of you moved away from the edge of the roof, you realized how much you envied Arno's skills as an assassin. Your inexperienced self was trying to keep up with him while he moved like he lived on the roofs.

Arno gestured you to sit next to him once you had made it to him. You obliged, and told him: "You need to teach me how to climb like that." "Like what?" He playfully questioned. Without a pause, you clapped back: "Like a roof hermit."

The man next to you burst into laughter at your blunt response. He took a moment to calm down, but finally he explained: "Learning to move the way I do takes years of practice. It's not something you can learn in one sitting. "

You sighed when Arno told you the truth about his skills. "At this point, I am probably too old to become an assassin," You told him. "You told me of a few assassins before. All of them were already related to the Brotherhood when they were children."

All Arno could do was agree with you. He was associated with the assassins since his childhood as well – his father was one.

Neither of you didn't want to dwell on that anymore, so you leaned against him, and began explaining the topics that you were revising before he offered to take a break.

He enjoyed listening to you talk about the things you studied, as you were passionate enough to dedicate a few years of your life to learn even more about it.

Arno realized shortly after that you were technically back in the state before the break – revising. He was sure to bring it up: "Wait a second! We are supposed to be taking a break from reviewing all that!"

#eero's fics #assassin's creed #assassin's creed unity #arno dorian x reader #arno dorian #arno victor dorian #assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed fanfiction #ac unity #i havent been writing much for the past few months #i cant tell if its because i cant think of what to write or if its bcs im not motivated enough to write #eh. it doesnt matter

[teecupangel]

What if Desmond was reborn as Shay’s son and the same age as Connor

We have this idea where Desmond is reborn as Shay’s son but, in that one, we made Desmond the same age as Arno for that sweet, sweet angst.

For this one, we need to talk about the timeline for a bit.

Ratonhnhaké:ton is born in 1756 and Shay put his lot with the Templars the same year.

This means Desmond has to be conceived in 1755 before Shay leaves for Lisbon. Specifically: Desmond must be conceived months before November 1 1755. (If you want, we can put it his birth date as March 13 then Desmond would have to be considered around June 1755)

He returns to the homestead late 1755 to early 1756 and there was a lot of snow during the cutscenes during that time so we can say Winter Months (December ~ February)

Why is this important?

Because we have a prime ‘candidate’ for Desmond’s mother:

Hope Jensen.

Hope would definitely hide the fact that she’s pregnant and would never say that Shay was the father.

Perhaps it was simply a night of passion that they never talked about.

Maybe there was a sliver of ‘something more’ but it was postponed when Shay sailed to Lisbon.

Regardless, Hope would still join the hunt for Shay and she would watch as he ‘dies’ after failing to persuade him into returning the manuscript (maybe even hint on her current ‘situation’)

After that, she would never tell anyone who the father of her son was.

Desmond would be born in one of her gang’s hideout.

He would stay with her while she worked for the Brotherhood and he would know she’s an Assassin early on. Her gang would serve as both his bodyguards and his nannies when she’s away.

He would be 1 year and 8 months old when his mother died while he was taken away by her most trusted gang members, running away when she noticed Shay spying on them while she was talking to Liam. Desmond was nearby and was taken away while Hope slowly filled the warehouse with poisonous gas.

Desmond would then watch the fall of the Brotherhood and his mother’s gang as Shay hunted them down.

By the time Desmond is four years old, the only living gang members that he knows of are the ones who took care of him.

To him, Shay Cormac is the man who betrayed the Brotherhood and joined the Templars to hunt them all down.

The man who killed Desmond’s mother.

And now we have the setup for Desmond’s revenge plot (with a twist).

So, in this one, Desmond comes to Achilles around the same time Ratonhnhaké:ton does. Maybe he timed it that way, maybe it was fate. An important thing to note is that he has been making a name of himself by rebuilding his mother’s gang.

Of course, it’s less of a gang and more of a Brotherhood by its own rights. They stick to the shadows and follow the Creed and its tenets.

People see him as a genius youngster.

The ones who raised him after Hope died believed that he’s a prodigy like his late mother.

So he didn’t come to Achilles to ask for him to train him, he came there to learn about Shay Cormac and if he knows his current location.

This is where our plot can diverse into specific plot points:

(1) Desmond learns Shay is his father but Shay remains oblivious.

(2) Shay learns Desmond is his son but Desmond doesn’t know about this.

(3) They learn of their connection with one another in different ways.

For Desmond, either one of the people who raised him (maybe the ‘nanny’) knew the truth, maybe she was a servant of the Jensen family who came to care for Desmond, or Hope left a letter for Desmond to read when he was older if she died to one of the people who cared for him beforehand.

For Shay, it could be the good old ‘Hope Jensen had a son’, ‘said son is around this age’, Shay remembers they had sex around that time, and did the math himself. Or the Templars learned of the connection and informed Shay.

This would change how tragic this becomes, especially on Shay’s side.

Desmond’s side though?

He already had a bad father as Desmond Miles. His father being the one to kill his mother? Yeah, that just another nail in the coffin he would be carving for Shay Cormac, to be honest.

Shay though? If he learned that Desmond is his son, he would absolutely try to connect with him.

He would be the reason why Shay would return to the colonies during AC3.

So if you want Shay to be part of AC3 then Shay must know that Desmond is his son.

Or…

He learned that Hope Jensen’s son has been wrecking havoc with Haytham Kenway’s son and felt that it was his duty to ‘finish’ what he started.

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Whatever situation they have, Desmond would be loyal to the Brotherhood. Not Achilles’ Brotherhood but the one he made himself. He’d support Ratonhnhaké:ton on his missions while suggesting Ratonhnhaké:ton join them.

Haytham would even comment on how their relationship is a bit similar to Haytham’s relationship with Shay but with the ‘roles’ reversed.

Desmond would clarify that he sees Ratonhnhaké:ton as an equal.

Desmond and Ratonhnhaké:ton would also bond over having bad fathers (although Ratonhnhaké:ton would remind Desmond that Shay Cormac doesn’t even know that he has a son so it was less ‘bad father’ and more like ‘bad Assassin’). In the end, Desmond would never betray Ratonhnhaké:ton and he has no memories of Shay being anything ‘good’ to him. Being his mother’s killer definitely soured their entire relationship before it even started.

So… it’s not going to have a happy ending.

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Or, you know, Desmond’s mother could be some random woman Shay slept with and he found out about him after betraying the Brotherhood. He raised him away from his Templar business and Desmond becomes an Assassin anyway because of Ratonhnhaké:ton. This one’s angst would be the hesitation of fighting his father.

Pick your poison. XD

#assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #shay cormac #hope jensen

[raygirlramblings]

I forgot to send my proof ;OTL

But I thought I'd share it and your thoughts as well! Rayman even has a "Nothing is true, Everything is permitted" moment!

https://youtu.be/4SYL8pNwOxQ?si=mlxiV8oHDtjma6CY

Idk if you or anyone else has thought about it. But Rayman in the Lawserhawk series is a canonical assassin in the brotherhood, and I have proof to back up that theory >3<

^ this was a previous ask and followed by the attached proof :)

Ok so there is a lot to unpack here and keep in mind I know NEXT TO NOTHING about Assassin's Creed lore XD So I can't speak with any authority or knowledge on the rules of Assassin structure.

I do like what you've put together here! It's a good spot to see how the other members of the ghosts do not fit into the Assassin's rules for various reasons. Though I would argue that Jade actually stuck to her role because she still managed to subdue the tiger dude even if it wasn't the planned way. She didn't reveal herself to the public or the 3 bodyguards in Pagan's base. It's not her fault that she was being forced to play against her type and it backfired; unlike other members of the team (COUGH DOLPH LASERHAWK COUGH) she stuck to the plan and kept a low-ish profile ;D Bullfrog would have been proud.

Also I would argue Pagan was in no way an innocent considering he would have absolutely killed all the Ghosts given the chance. And if Pagan counts as an 'innocent' because he wasn't a direct target then Bullfrog will have to answer for all the tiger guards he killed randomly breaking into the hideout XD HE WAS TOTALLY DOWN TO MURDER PAGAN TOO XD

Now Rayman on the other hand I agree, it's nice to see that he took out that one guard in a peaceful way (certainly more peaceful than Bullfrog with the tiger mob members...but they were mobsters so whatev) before going ham on the council, though you could put that down to him trying to keep quiet until he reached his goal.

I think my only issue is that we didn't get so see much of the council members before Rayman kills them. We only get to know Sarah and see the others briefly in phonecalls with Rayman. I'm not trying to say they're innocents in any way but Ramon killing them feels strange to me. It understandable, but it doesn't feel RIGHT. Or righteous. Or victorious.

I dunno, from what I understand on Assassin's Creed the role of an assassin is a noble one and you can't just go ham on people because they pissed you off. Ramon literally shot one of the council members before making his demands and killed the rest after they agreed to them because he was pissed off. He's not in the mental state to be an effective assassin.

Thooooooough that doesn't mean he can't learn some things from a noble little frenchman :3c

ANYWAY there is a lot to unpack and discuss here, and I would love to know more about the assassins guild that raised and trained Bullfrog in this cyberpunk alternate reality and what their unique rules dictate :D

#captain laserhawk #assassin's creed

[aralezinspace]

Sweet Nightmares (The Tale of the Blade in the Dark) Part I

A single Hidden One goes against Dream of the Endless, and gets way more than they bargained for. One does not emerge from a nightmare unscathed. Next

A/N: (crossover with Assassin's Creed) My contribution to @roguelov's Sweet Nightmares challenge! I had so much fun writing this 🤩Writing action and stuff like this is one of my favorite things. parts 2-4 will be out this week as I edit them. Enjoy! gif by @honeybeezgobzzzzz

Warnings: AFAB, named, they/them reader, blood, nightmare!Morpheus, some Endless style torture, copious use of petnames

The Fortress of Alamut, Persia, 999 AD. 

The night was bitterly cold. A Master Assassin in the twilight of their prime doggedly trudged up the path to the main courtyard before the fortress. They could see a campfire burning, with a dozen men mingling around it. They shivered, even the heavy cloak they had purchased from a village at the foot of the mountains couldn’t keep out the cold. They missed the warmth of the sun and grit their teeth against the ice trying to settle in their bones.

“Halt!” one of the men cried, drawing his sword as the Master entered the ring of firelight, their face shadowed by their hood. “Who are you, stranger, what are you doing here?” The Master could see these men and women were mostly novices and a few journeymen Assassins by the state of their robes, but they had all settled into a fighting stance, ready to defend their home themselves or get reinforcements. 

They chuckled, their hands held up by their shoulders. “I am no stranger, but one of your brothers from the Levant.” They took a few more steps toward the fire, the heat of the flames just tickling their nose. The one novice lowered his sword just a fraction of an inch, his eyes darting to the pattern of their robes and armor, the Assassin insignia on their belt. “Forgive me, Master.” His words were shaky, humble, as he sheathed his sword. 

“There is nothing to forgive, novice,” they replied with a smile, lowering their hands. “Were I actually an intruder who meant you harm, you would have been ready. May I share your fire for a while before going inside? Your Mentor is expecting me, but I am weary from the road.” 

“Yes, please, of course.” The novice gestured to the circle of logs around the fire, and the others sat down as well, scooting closer to each other to make room for their visitor. The Master sat heavily, exhaustion settling on their shoulders as the fire began to warm them. 

“Thank you,” they murmured. “In return for your kindness, let me give you a story.” The novices all shifted, staring at the Master with rapt attention. Stories told by Master Assassins were rare things; usually they were too busy with the work of the Brotherhood to indulge in oral tradition with those beneath them. The Master continued, “I never sleep well on the road, and the long nights have brought this particular story to mind. It tells of a Hidden One, one of our own, and the King of Dreams. Where I am from, we call it the tale of the blade in the dark.”

The City of Baghdad, mid 700’s AD.

The sun pounded on their head as their running feet pounded the streets of Baghdad. Clouds of golden dust sprang up with every step, booted feet slapping against the stones pressed into the ground. Every breath of hot, dry desert air laced with sand burned in and out of their lungs. Sweat dripped down the back of their neck, rolling down their spine only to be soaked up by their blouse and mixed with the blood staining the fabric red. 

Robes that had once been the white of a dove’s wing were growing dull with age and wear. A white hood with a beak like an eagle covered their head, keeping the sun out of their eyes and their face out of the enemy’s. The leather cuirass, bracers, and greaves had seen better days, but the material was still strong. The left bracer held their hidden blade, its snug weight around their forearm a grounding sensation in the midst of all the chaos. Their blade had never let them down before. A scimitar hung from their belt, a curved dagger securely sheathed across the back of their waist. 

The armor would need to be repaired, if they made it out of this alive. A brute with a great two handed sword had almost gotten the better of them- rather than an immediate death blow, the Hidden One had managed to strafe away just far enough for the blade to rip through the leather covering their side, along with their flesh. Blood that was not theirs had been splattered across their face and neck, along with a few smudges on the bottom hem of their robes. Their palms were coated in red as well, rapidly becoming dry and sticky as they ran.     

Angry shouts of armed guards followed close behind, mixed with the clattering of their weapons and shouts of civilians being roughly shoved aside. The guard captain had almost lost the fleeing assassin, but the steady trail of blood droplets staining the sand provided a reliable trail. They wouldn’t escape this time, not with that injury.

The Assassin grit their teeth and continued to run, gasping for breath. The gash in their side throbbed with every step, every beat of their heart. The shirt under their robes and leather armor and weapons belt was soaked with blood, the fabric clinging to their skin and creeping into the wound. The Hidden Ones bureau wasn’t far, just a few streets away, but the guards were almost on them, and they could not, would not, compromise the brotherhood. 

They were running out of time and options: either lose their pursuers in the maze of Baghdad’s streets and alleys, or face them head on. Six against one, a fight they could win any other day, when they weren’t bleeding out. They pressed a hand to their side, grunting and grimacing.

The Hidden One turned a corner and stumbled, a harsh gasp forced from their lungs as they leaned hard into the cool stone of the building next to them. Their hand left a smear of red on the tanned stone. Their vision went fuzzy around the edges, a shudder wracked their frame. They swore under their breath; the guards were almost on them. Frantic brown eyes darted around, looking for a way out, somewhere to disappear. 

There, a dozen steps ahead: a ladder to the flat rooftops, connected by a scaffold of ropes and planks. Gasping for breath and snarling in pain, they pushed their screaming body forward, their steps heavier and slower by the second.

The guards turned the corner just as their target reached the top of the ladder and began tiredly sprinting across the rooftops. The captain shouted a series of frustrated commands: two guards followed the fleeing assassin up to the roof while the rest split off to follow from the ground.

The Assassin kept running, kept leaping from building to building, kept weaving around rooftop gardens and clotheslines, pushed their pain riddled body to keep going. Every step was heavy agony, every reach for the next ledge ripped them apart. If they couldn’t lose their pursuers, they could at least pick the best spot for their last stand. 

They continued to climb, tears of pain and desperation mixed with the blood and sweat and sand already clinging to their face. Just a little further… 

The roof of the covered bazaar. Long, flat, free of stray obstacles, intermittently dotted with enclosed rooftop gardens. Each was a small, house-like structure: a square of knee-high fencing, four posts, a roof, and a thin curtain on each side, flowing in the breeze. As they panted for breath, a thought occurred: hide, and maybe live to fight another day.

They started to run to the furthest garden, their legs giving out after just two steps. They cried out as they fell, the stone of the roof scraping their palms. Despair settled fast and heavy at their back. Before they could give in, the guards’ shouts cut through the hum of activity and conversation from the market below. Their heart pounded harder, primal survival instinct dragging them slowly to leaden feet and pushing them forward. 

They had just tumbled over the fencing and into the garden when the soldiers reached the rooftop. Squished leaves and vegetables crunched under the weight of their body, the moisture in the soil traded places with the blood soaking their clothes. 

They breathed deeply, forcing themselves to calm their racing heart while resisting the temptation to let their eyes fall shut and succumb to blackness. The guards were definitely looking; they could hear the confused shouts and orders to spread out, the footsteps that tried and failed to be quiet. 

It was only minutes, but it felt like hours before the last of them finally gave up and clambered down from the roof. A heavy sigh rattled out of their lungs and they let their limbs fully relax into the soft earth beneath them. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to think. 

The Hidden One felt tears burn at the back of their eyes, and a high, pathetic whimper bubbled unbidden from their mouth. They had failed in their mission. They had failed to kill the target. Looking back, it was a miracle they had managed to escape the palace alive. After all, who sends a single Assassin against Dream of the Endless? 

They had to get back to the bureau- They were a Master Assassin, and refused to pay for the folly of their superiors with their blood. 

Groaning, the Assassin lifted themselves up to sitting and looked around, hoping and praying they had chanced upon a garden with at least one intact medicinal herb… no such luck. With another groan, this one in exasperation, they stood and released their hidden blade with a quick flick of their wrist. Gritting their teeth against the pain of reaching up, they cut down one of the curtains concealing them and sliced it into strips, tying the ends together. Once they had a sufficiently long piece, they wrapped it around their torso, covering the massive gash splitting their side open, and tied it as tight as they could bear. That was all they could do, and it would have to be enough. 

Taking a deep breath, they hauled their body out of the garden, leaning heavily on the structure for a moment to regain their balance. When they looked up to get their bearings, a man stood before them. 

~~

Some would describe what Dream of the Endless was currently doing as lurking, but he preferred to think of it as waiting, as biding his time. Sitting atop a domed roof in the midday sun, he waited. 

The city spread out beneath him hummed and bustled with life, he could feel the magic in the air. Baghdad was truly prosperous, a wonder among the cities of man. It didn’t seem quite real, which he supposed made sense. There was real magic here, a force that no other city on earth possessed. It was as if someone had cast the mirage of a city from the Dreaming onto the desert sand and let it grow and adapt to the world around it. A city straddling two worlds. 

Beneath his alabaster skin, red rage was simmering like lava beneath a volcano. An attempt had been made on his life, and the one responsible had escaped. For now. They had gotten in one good shot, the blade hidden in their bracer piercing deep into his chest, but ultimately missing anything vital. Besides, he was an Endless, it would take much more than a clever blade to dispatch him. 

Nevertheless, such an offense could not stand. His assailant had been gravely injured in the subsequent fight with the palace guards but had managed to flee. He followed the pull of their consciousness, the scent of the blood that dripped from their wound. They were getting closer. His hands curled into tense fists as he perched like an eagle, waiting to descend from above for the death blow. 

Anger mixed with arousal, his wounded pride roaring like a dying animal. No one had dared even think of attempting to assail him, steps away from the border of the Dreaming no less. And yet, this one would-be assassin had done all that and more. They had attempted to claim his life, to claim all function of his physical form. His pride couldn’t wait to return the favor- they were wounded, but they were also fast, deadly, clever. Had he been human, it would have been the end of him. They would be worth the time it took to break them. Morpheus forced himself to be strategic, to cool his rage. It had been quite a while since he had an interesting plaything. 

Fathomless eyes focused on a lone figure darting across the roof beneath him, their steps faltering against their will. He growled lowly to himself at the sight of his target. Dream slipped into the space between the wind and moved closer. He couldn’t see their face, only the beaked hood that hid their features, and blood-soaked robes beneath worn leather armor. They were on their last legs, but so determined to keep going. 

He scoffed as they drew closer- watching, waiting. They dove into one of the enclosed gardens, and after a breath, it was as if they had never been there. Dream had never seen a mere human vanish without a trace that quickly. He watched the rooftop intently, observed the guards frantically looking for their lost target. A disdainful chuckle shook his chest at their frustration- one guard even unleashed some of his ire on a stray fragment of wood, kicking it down to the street below. 

The guards slowly dispersed and headed back to their posts. He could tell they were nervous: how would they explain to their lord that they had lost track of his would-be killer? It didn’t matter to the Nightmare King, he’d blunt this little blade personally. Black hole eyes were focused on the enclosed garden where the Hidden One had taken shelter. He hoped they hadn’t succumbed to their wounds in the time it had taken the guards to give up- that would not suit his purposes at all. He waited, waited, hardly moving. Even the wind had stilled, holding its breath in anticipation. 

Then, movement. So they weren’t dead after all. He was almost relieved; it would be disappointing if they died in any manner other than by his hand. The faded red fabric hiding the garden fluttered before appearing to split itself in two. A hand reached up and out, tearing the fabric from where it was attached to the little wooden roof. 

Dream prowled closer, his robes and feet making not a single whisper as they slid across the sand-dusted rooftop. He heard pained grunts and groans as he drew closer, along with the shuffling and shifting of fabric and leaves. Any moment now…

Morpheus skittered backwards as the Hidden One tumbled out of the garden, holding onto the wooden frame like a lifeline. He held perfectly still, even as he committed their form to memory (it was much easier to take in the details when they weren’t stabbing him). Their face was still shadowed by their hood, but their build was lithe and lean, like a dancer, or a well-tempered sword. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the slight curve of their breasts beneath the leather chest piece. Would wonders never cease…

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Their eyes locked and the two stared at each other for a frozen, infinite moment, trying to make the opposite figure make sense:

Morpheus took in the armor, the weapons, the blood spatters that ranged from scattered ruby drops on their strong yet delicate face, to their side where their robes had almost been stained black from how much had soaked into the fabric. He took in the way they leaned against the garden: nails digging into the crevices of the wood, frustrated and resentful of their reliance on the structure. Even so, they held themselves with a dogged determination that, combined with the blood covering them, was making his stomach churn, and not unpleasantly. They looked like they had barely escaped clawing their way out of hell, and yet still challenged every demon to face them if they dared. 

The Hidden One’s eyes flickered over and around the figure before them, unable to remain focused on any part of him for longer than a blink. Now that they weren’t running for their life, they could properly take in his features: he was pale, practically the same shade of white their robes had been when freshly sewn. He held himself with all the authority of a king, back ramrod straight even as he stared them down with open disdain. His raven black hair fluttered gently despite there being no breeze to move it. They wondered how sweat was not leaking from every pore as a consequence of wearing deep black robes in the heat of the midday sun. He was the most hauntingly, dangerously beautiful person they had ever seen. 

After the second that seemed to last an eternity, primal survival instinct took over. Every muscle screamed in agony from the speed and force of drawing the dagger from their belt. Dream jumped back as they slashed at him with a desperate yell. They took another lunge and slashed at him again, the Endless easily evading it, his frown deepening. 

After the third cut at him, Morpheus’ form lit up with prideful anger. How dare this single tool of a secret organization attack him, the King of Dreams? He, who was older and had more power at his command than any of those humans could possibly fathom? 

Power flooded into his hands, ready to be unleashed with a thought. Dream hadn’t seen combat up close for literal eons, but survival was not something one forgot. The easy, casual cruelty that came with battle and warfare was not something that ever went away, only dormant. 

One arm blocked the Assassin’s next attack while the other hand snaked through their guard and firmly latched onto their throat. They choked and sputtered as he squeezed ever so slightly. The fire didn’t leave their eyes, but was quickly being replaced by fatigue and fear. The dagger slipped from their grasp and clattered to the stone at their feet. 

“You dare?” he growled, angered, and somewhat impressed at the bravery and tenacity of this little blade. Both hands scrabbled at Dream’s wrist, staring at him with terrified awe. He snarled and squeezed harder, hard enough to feel their erratic pulse beneath the pad of his thumb. He felt their struggles weaken before he saw their eyes roll back into their head. 

Once he sensed they were no longer conscious, he released his grip and let them crumple into a heap at his feet. He needed to get them back to the Dreaming; that wound would be fatal otherwise, and he wasn’t done with them just yet. A smile that would have frightened anyone who saw it spread across his face as he swept his cloak over their body, and the two vanished.

#The Sandman #the sandman fanfic #Assassin's Creed fanfic #Morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #Morpheus imagine #Assassin’s Creed

[tamiisnthere]

Crossover Universe/Altami – Nightmare

Summary: Altaïr had a terrifying nightmare and Tami comforts him. Trigger Warnings: Accusations of treason and death in a nightmare

I rewrote another old version which I wrote 3 years ago. I'll admit that somehow lately I've been feeling kind of emptiness in my spirit and I don't know what it is. But thankfully creating is saving me. <3

Enjoy! 💗

Darkness... Silence... None living soul…

Altaïr was standing in the void. "Hello?" Altaïr called out, no one answered. But soon he heard a familiar voice: "How could you?" Altaïr felt a chill run down his spine as he saw a person in front of him.

"A-Al Mualim?" stuttered the young assassin, "Master, I'll explain-" "Silence!" his disappointed master snapped at him, "You were my best student and you repaid me by running off with some woman and choosing your selfishness over your brotherhood!?" The old Mentor was furious, "For this I would execute you, boy!"

"You don't understand, master!" Altaïr argued, "Let me explain!" "To explain what?" Abbas spoke up, appearing behind Al Mualim, "How did you want to embarrass me in front of the whole brotherhood!?''

Several people that Altaïr knew came out of the void and pointed their fingers at him. "You broke all our tenets!" Malik shouted in anger, "Kadar is gone because of you! If it weren't for you, my brother would still be alive!"

Everyone called him a traitor, coward, weakling, selfish, fool… "Please, hear me out!" Altaïr tried to defend himself, but no one heard him. His sentences were drowned out by the insults and accusations of others.

"My son…" Another familiar voice that Altaïr hadn't heard since childhood came out of the void. He turned and saw a man whose body was holding his severed head in his arms. His robe was covered in blood. "Father…?" Altaïr asked in disbelief, freezing in horror.

"How could you betray your own brotherhood, my son?" Umar's head mourned, "You're supposed to be a loyal Master Assassin! Protect our creed! Everything we believe in!"

Altaïr tried to say something, but he grabbed his head, unable to bear the unpleasant words. He felt like he was going insane. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! For everything!" he apologized and decided to flee to the distant void, hoping he wasn't being chased.

Then Altaïr stopped to catch his breath when he could no longer hear voices. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and panted thinking what he had done.

"Altaïr…" he heard another voice, but this time a female one. He glanced up and saw a beautiful woman staring at him piteously.

"Adha?" he muttered in surprise. She looked exactly as he remembered. Her beauty had hypnotized him. He walked slowly towards her and held her hands.

"Adha…" he spoke again, tears streaming from his eyes, "I missed you so much… I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I hope you will forgive me…"

"I can't forgive you, Altaïr," the young woman sadly shook her head, "We were never meant to be together. You should rather leave me and devote yourself to your duties as an assassin."

Adha yanked her hands from his grab, which broke Altaïr's heart. "No… Adha, no! Please!" He wanted to embrace her, but Adha vanished from his sight. "Adha! No! Please! Don't leave me!" he cried plaintively.

"Oh, how sad to lose someone forever…" a sarcastic voice spoke up that Altaïr did not wish to hear. He drew his sword and turned behind. His sorrow was immediately replaced by anger.

"Robert de Sablé…" growled the young assassin venomously. "So you left your brotherhood to live your miserable life without violence?" the tall templar laughed derisively, "I would call it cowardice."

"Your insults won't hurt me at all!" Altaïr hissed, ready to fight. "Well, true…" his nemesis scratched his chin viciously, "And that's why I have her!" Robert dragged someone from behind.

Altaïr's eyes widened, immediately recognizing the captive. "Tami!" the young assassin gasped in horror. "Altaïr! Help me!" Tami screamed helplessly, which it makes him heartache and rage at the same time. "Robert! Release her now!" the assassin commanded him, "This fight is between you and me only!"

Robert chuckled wickedly, "Fine. As you wish…" The templar pushed Tami toward Altaïr, but when Altaïr was about to catch his love in his arms, stabbing into the flesh was heard… Robert stabbed Tami into her back…

"NO! TAMI!" Altaïr shouted, catching her before she could fall to the ground. With a malicious laugh, Robert disappeared into the darkness.

Altaïr held Tami tightly, who was bleeding in his arms. "No, no, no, no! Tami! Tami! Please, forgive me!" Altaïr sobbed, "I should have protected you! And I failed again! It's all my fault!" His eyes became waterfalls of tears.

Tami just smiled weakly and kissed his lips. "Don't blame yourself, drahý," she breathed, "It's okay. I will always love you…" She closed her eyes and her soul left her body.

Altaïr broke down and mourned much more, "Tami! TAMI! NO! PLEASE! Your family and I need you! Please stay with me! Please… Please… Please…" And then both of them were gradually being swallowed up by the void…

Altaïr awoke in terror and sat up. He panted and placed his hand on sweat covered forehead. He looked around the room, realizing it was a dream or more like a nightmare. He looked to his left where Tami was sleeping peacefully in their bed.

Altaïr noticed that she was breathing and then he snuggled closer to her. He silently let out tears and stroked her curly hair from which Tami awoke.

"Altaïr?" she whispered tiredly, "What's wrong?" They both looked into each other's eyes, Tami was surprised to see him crying.

"Drahý? What happened?" she caressed his cheek and wiped away his tears. Altaïr placed his right palm on her cheek and gently rubbed it with his thumb.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, habibti," Altaïr apologized with a small smile that soon disappeared from his face, "I just had… a nightmare."

"You can tell me if you want to," Tami suggested, "It'll make you feel better." Altaïr kept gazing deeply into her beautiful brown eyes that always brought him joy and love.

"At first I dreamed that all the assassins and even my father considered me a traitor," he answered, "Then Adha never forgave me for my failure and Robert… He captured you and then he…" The assassin stuttered and closed his eyes tightly as the stinging tears began to form again.

"Oh, Alty…" Tami pitied him and hugged him, "Don't worry, habibi… Robert is dead. The brotherhood doesn't consider you a traitor. And Adha certainly didn't think you had let her down." "Well, there is something more about…" "About what?" "About you."

Altaïr pressed his lips to hers and kissed her passionately. Tami didn't hesitate and returned the kisses. He hugged her tighter and caressed her back. They were giving each other as much love and affection as they could.

"Ah!" Tami whimpered in pain. Altaïr immediately stopped and looked into her eyes with concern. "Did I hurt you, dear?" he asked worriedly, stroking her hair.

"Don't worry, it's not you," Tami giggled holding his wrist, "She just kicked a little bit harder."

Altaïr looked down and pushed the blanket. Tami was 30 weeks pregnant and in a few months she will give birth, supposedly it will be a girl. He rolled up her pajama shirt a bit to place his palm on the skin of her stomach and caress it gently. He felt a small movement of their future baby.

He pressed his face to the neck of his beloved and gently nibbled there. "I need to protect you and our little one," he purred, "If I lost one of you or worse both… I wouldn't survive it… What if you have complications during labor? Or-" "Shhhh…" Tami shushed him and kissed his forehead, "Relax, Altaïr… The doctors told us that I would be fine during the birth. And if something goes wrong, then it will be a caesarean delivery."

"And our daughter?" Altaïr asked for sure. "I'm sure she'll be fine too," Tami smiled sweetly and he was relieved.

Altaïr kept touching her belly and passionately kissing her face. "Alty!" Tami giggled from his tickling kisses, "Everything is and will be all right!"

Then he rested his forehead against hers and stared at her with affection. He is rarely vulnerable, he only shows it in front of his beloved.

"You're still haunted by those traumas, right?" Tami asked while caressing his cheek. He slightly nodded. "Drahý…" she continued, "I know it's hard for you, but it's in the past now. You just have to let it go and move on to a better future. Don't rush it, of course."

Altaïr's smile after a long time returned to his face and his nose nuzzled at hers. "Don't worry, habibti. It's not that bad lately," he whispered softly into her ear, "I just wish that our family will be happy and safe forever since we're finally married and soon to be parents."

"I understand," Tami smiled warmly, "I wish that for our family as well." Then she kissed his lips softly and he kissed her back. "Better, drahý?" "Yeah… Much better," he showed her a sleepy smile, "Let's go back to sleep, honey."

They both cuddled up to each other and slowly drifted back to sleep. "Tami?" Altaïr addressed her before sleeping. "Yes, sweetie?" "I want to thank you for loving me… Without you, I probably wouldn't be here anymore…"

She nuzzled closer to his face. "Oh, please… Don't say that…" "Seriously. You saved my life," he purred while petting her hair. "As you said so…" Tami whispered with a tired smile and yawned, "Good night, Alty."

Altaïr placed the last kiss on her forehead and caressed her belly. "Good night, Tami… I love you and our little Sabi so much, habibti…" "Love you both so much as well…" ♡

#sorry for bad english and grammatical errors as always #tamiisnthere's fanfic #Crossover Universe #Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad #Tami Fountain #Altami #crossover #canon x self insert #canon x oc #canon character #oc #persona #self insert #fanfic #fanfiction #nightmare #altaïr ibn la'ahad #altair ibn la'ahad #altaïr #altair ibn la ahad #altair #angst #<- I think?

[fromashesweriseuphiddenones]

Following isa-belle1367's post, I too have some head canon pertaining to our beloved assassins and their sexuality.

My pride month 2023 six first

Desmond Miles: bisexual, given how much we ship him with men and how in canon he's been interested in two women (Elijah's mother and Lucy).

Malik Al-Sayf: Asexual, this guy was accused of welding the Creed and The Tenets like a shield, suggesting that he doesn't find sex for the sake of sex appealing but Secret Crusade does reveal he has a son.

Kadar Al-Sayf: Lithsexual, there is not much in the way of information for this sweet baby but given how fans portray him, I went with him liking Altaïr but not necessarily wanting those feelings reciprocated.

Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad: Demisexual, preferring to get to know someone before sex enters the picture. Weather it's Maria Thorpe in canon, Malik whom he's known for years or Desmond/Vega in Eagle of Alamut Altaïr wants to know them before sex happens.

Ezio Auditore: Pansexual, the man usually at least until brotherhood is with a different woman. And by the end of two has been romantically involved with Cristina, Caterina, and Rosa, nevermind how many courtians. Then nevermind the fact that we ship him with Leonardo and Desmond.

Speaking of Leonardo Da Vinci: Homosexual, I think this one is historical fact. The reason he is well known to Paola is that he a) has pertook of some off screen male courtians or b) he's a good wingman.

Rosa: Sapiosexual: Rosa likes someone with more than two braincells to bang together. She fell for Ezio Auditore mind you. A man who is highly intelligent and has studied before becoming an assassin.

My pride month art always includes an Ally.

Maria Auditore: Straight and Cis, also warning heavy topic in bound, she has survived losing her lifetime spouse Giovanni Auditore and very likely having been raped. The thing that struck me is her silence. Sure the loss of her husband and two of her four children could do that but something Annetta said caught my attention "She’s in shock. They… When she resisted…". That seemed weird to me. So either they beat her, likely, or raped her, more likely. But to circle back to happier topics, she is supportive of her children and thus an ally.

Other assassins

Shaun and Rebecca: Straight (Married by Valhalla)

Evoir the Wolfkissed: bisexual

Federico Auditore: Homosexual

Claudia Auditore: Demisexual and Sapiosexual

Edward Kenway: Pansexual

Connor: straight

#assassin's creed #writing #assassin's creed 2 #ac #assassins creed #gaming

[tinybed]

@troll-star atted (@‘d) me for this screeeee (mouse scree) so i will go ahead and @ some of my buddies/ppl i remember : @scalded @gooeykit @unrelenting-usurper @turin-et-geschwind @gelfling (thinking of your fraggle rock posts daily) @lemonmoonlimestar @1teeth @mosquitogirl and if i forgot anyone else its prob cuz your url just didnt come to mind but any1 who sees this can @ me and i’ll read theirs 🐼🎋

Relationship status: i have a boyfriend :)))))) his name is charlie i think some ppl know him already. this morning i was having a really complex nightmare where i was hiding under a chair, then the chair moved and i was like omg thats charlie, not a chair, and i woke up to him hugging me :)

Favourite colour: black, light pink, light blue, seafoam green… and every color that the sky makes

Song stuck in my head: Too Much by J Dilla but now its that song Regulate by Warren G Lol

Last song I listened to: Regulate by Warren G right now i just put it on heh

Three fav foods: strawberries, burger, soup, but recently i’ve been enjoying berries in plain yogurt a lot

Last thing I googled: “hikari name meaning”

Dream trip: i really want to visit japan and see many onsens which i have been wishing for since 2018 when i checked out a book called “onsens of japan” from the library. also i’d love to visit the colloseo in rome because i played assassins creed brotherhood a lot and i just want to see it in real life… haha ^_^

Anything I want right now: i want a puppy i cant stop thinking and talking about it x( and i want some new socks. and an apron. and lots of money to buy my bf shoes LOL (he has some already but i think if i could buy him any pair he wants then i’d be quite the Baller)

ok thanks ✅🎀👭

#@gelfling you might not have been the fraggle rock poster i cant remember but i still remembered U :)