#like in a way or another everyone else just wants something out of ezio

[teecupangel]

You know worms are harmless things right? Just there burrowing or something and one day I thought "what if Desmond got turned into a worm?" But! Worm Desmond is small! What can he do to help the Assassin's? And now imagine this! One of his ancestors surrounded by enemies and injured and just when they think it's the end a giant worm the size of a train pops out of the ground and crushes everyone and then the thing is infront of the ancestor and thinks they're gonna die too and then the worm just shrinks down to a typical worm size and just lays there as if nothing happened at all.

It would be cool if Desmond was a Mongolian death worm but I'm fine with anything else

This would be fun because Desmond would see himself as useless and, really, this was the Isus’ cruel joke (maybe even Juno) since he couldn’t do anything with a small wiggly body like his.

Still, he persisted and tried to make his way to his ancestor’s main base of operation, wiggling and eating his way from the place he had woken up in… as a worm. He tried to keep underground to not be seen by both humans and any animals that would like to take a bite of him.

Depending on where he had been transported, he could reunite with his ancestor:

Altaïr: Somewhere in the Kingdom section of the AC1 map. Altaïr had just been on his way to his next mission when he saw crusaders harassing one of the outlying towns that were under Masyaf’s protection. This would still be an arrogant Altaïr and he would call out to them and call them cowards who prey on the weak instead of taking one or two down by surprise first.

Ezio: It would be fun (and angst-y) if Desmond finds Ezio while he’s fleeing from the Borgias after the fall of Monteriggioni. He’s heavily wounded and bleeding and the horse he’s riding on was tired with some of Cesare’s soldiers about to catch up to him.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: Somewhere in the vast frontier. Ratonhnhaké:ton is a hunter so he had been hunting for the homestead when he noticed a group of marching redcoats with what seemed to be ‘prisoners’. He tried to save them but it had been a trap and those prisoners turned out to be redcoats themselves and they managed to hit Ratonhnhaké:ton on the head while he had been trying to protect them.

So Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton are in a pinch because of circumstances. Altaïr is in a pitch (which he will adamantly deny) because he’s an arrogant dumbass. So Desmond is panicking because he has no idea how to help, oh god, did this even happen in the past? He meant present! Fuck, time travel tenses are fucking hard.

Focus, Desmond!

In his blind panic, he just charges toward the enemies, hoping to… he has no plan! No hope! Just pure panic and a ‘fuck it, let’s see what I can do once I’m there’.

Then when he’s right on top of the center of the enemies…

He doesn’t know why but he felt his entire body warm up.

Almost too hot but bearable for someone like him.

Then…

He just erupted from the ground with large maw open and just… gobbled the enemy right on top of them while toppling those nearby. Then he quickly returned underground.

And sprang back up to take another enemy.

Like some kind of deadly whack-a-mole… (Whack-a-worm?)

(I know you just wanted him to drop over the enemies but I kinda like the idea of Desmond just straight up eating these poor dudes for some reason. No, there is a reason. I love the Tremors franchise and this ask reminded me of a Graboid. Sorry.)

By the end of it, all the enemies had been swallowed whole and Desmond sprang back up one last time to throw up all of the non-organic matter he had swallowed as well.

Seeing the disgust (and fear) on their ancestors’ face, Desmond let out an almost coo-like sound as he tried to say “yeah, me too, buddy, eeeww” and then poof’ed, he’s his old little worm self once more.

He rolled around the ground and looked up to his ancestor with a “pick me up” like gesture.

When their ancestor just kept staring, Desmond tries a “please?” gesture which he was sure wasn’t really helpful.

But… for some reason… his ancestor picks him up anyway.

Unorganized Notes:

The three can’t explain it but there’s something about the worm that ‘calls’ to them. Like they know that it wasn’t a coincidence that they were saved and spared.

Desmond cannot communicate with his ancestors. Even trying to wrap his worm body in a writing tool proved too hard. Up to you if that changes once they get the Apple.

Altaïr would study Desmond and give him various different ‘food’ to see what he would eat. He records everything in a separate journal with sketches of Desmond. Desmond has made a ‘draw me like one of your French girls’ and a ‘no, no, draw me on this side, this is my good side’ joke so many times even though Altaïr just keeps sighing and gently pushing him to get back to his old pose without understanding why Desmond liked those poses so much whenever he starts sketching him.

Ezio eventually fell unconscious and, when he woke up, he thought it had been a fever dream. Until he sees Desmond had hidden in one of his pouches so that the young woman (who was canonically the model of Mona Lisa according to the Reflection comics btw) wouldn’t see him. Ezio is a bit wary of Desmond because he remembered how Desmond had grown so big all of a sudden but he warms up soon enough when all Desmond did was wrap around his neck and chill while he makes his way to Roma. Desmond has a harder time helping Ezio because the flooring of the streets of Roma means he’s ‘headbutting’ each time he pops up and he does have to throw up the ‘tiles’ or whatever they’re called. Ezio’s recruits usually are wary of him but warm up to him once they see that he’s mostly just harmless if Ezio isn’t fighting. They like to feed him fruits and meat that Ezio starts trying to stop them because Desmond keeps eating them until he bloats up and Ezio feels that it’s bad for Desmond. The moment Leonardo is away from the Borgias, he starts studying Desmond. He had wanted to study Desmond the moment he saw him with Ezio but he couldn’t because of the whole Cesare-as-my-current-art-sugar-daddy situation.

Ratonhnhaké:ton believes Desmond is sentient and a hunter himself so he doesn’t try to coddle him and usually lets him get his own food whenever he goes hunting himself. Desmond doesn’t mind since he can eat dirt anyway but Ratonhnhaké:ton still shares a bit of his hunt with him anyway. Desmond doesn’t understand why though since Ratonhnhaké:ton told him specifically to hunt by himself. Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn’t say it out loud but he always worried that Desmond was not eating as he assumed Desmond is a carnivore that needs to become big to hunt down prey. Nah. Desmond is like most worms, dirt is fine. Ratonhnhaké:ton wasn’t worried about bringing him to the homestead because he trusted his instincts that were telling him Desmond was a friend. He truly believes Desmond is some kind of ‘animal’ that just hasn’t been discovered yet.

All three of them tried to give a name to Desmond and, for some reason, they all come up with the same name even without Desmond’s questionable charade capabilities: Desmond. Altaïr believes the name comes from a dream he once had (Desmond is just “???!!!”), Ezio believes he’s just using a name that had been in his mind a lot since Vatican and Ratonhnhaké:ton is perplexed why he picked such a foreign name but it just seemed right, like he just knew that it was Desmond’s name.

I know some people might be squeamish with worms so I’m going to use the “Keep Reading” function. Below is what the Mongolian Death Worm looks like.

Also, the whole ‘sprout from the ground to devour people’ thing that derailed this ask is because of the Graboid. It’s not an actual worm but it would be fun if Desmond looks like a white Mongolian Death Worm but his big form is more similar to the albino Graboid (which is meant to look more like a Mongolian Death Worm than the usual Graboid):

#desmond as a worm au #desmond as a graboid au #maybe? #sorrryyy #if anything #please try watching the tremors franchise #they’re really fun movies #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot

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One of The Many Tales of The Tomo Family.

Or: One Of My Tutors Wants To Know About My Lore.

Philip's day started, and he then heard someone falling down the stairs.

By this point, he has developed something of an additional sense to figuring out who fell down the stairs. But this time, a deep, feminine groan of pain told him it was Gunn.

Getting up, he made his way over to do his morning routine. Shower, brush his teeth, do his hair, put on his clothes; and as he looked at his mirror, and his reflection gazed back.

He was skinny. Nearly anorexic. Yet, his white hair fell back gracefully down to just above his knees, as deep purple eyes gazed back, little lavalamp earrings glittering. His everyday ensemble was extravagant to some; a greyish-purple tailcoat suit, with grey pants, boots and a large, purple cape.

The cape kept a little something he has as a surprise tool in check. But he'd have worn one anyways. If a bit smaller. Because he looks like Batman and not Ezio.

Philopator Agronium Isekaiden Tomo. And yes, his father was drunk while naming him. And everyone else.

He went downstairs, where he saw M'Gunnhildr Midorri Misstral Tomo, or Gunn, on the floor sprawled out. Short, dyed green hair and damp green eyes looked at Philip, herself dressed in a casual ensemble of pants and a t-shirt that says, 'yes i'm gay, was it the vibes that told you?'.

"Having fun?" Philip dryly asked.

"Oh, an amazing time." came Gunn's equally as dry reply. "Mind helping? I really can't be bothered this early in the morning."

Roll his eyes he did, but Philip still helped her up. Gumi's long ribcage expanded around her body, similar to an endoskeleton, and gave her the defence of a brick wall. Thankfully, not the intelligence.

"So, what's your work for the day?" Gunn called from the table, as Philip started to make breakfast. And with Gunn, it's always milk and cereal. In that order.

It's 2026 AMV, give her a break.

"A sudden Cocen meeting; I have to find Llo'Llo and An."

The Coven is the unofficial government of Diianas, and more of a talk show. Llo'Llo, the pint sized Ghoul Huntress, is a member, with her daughter Llo'An, or just An, as a guest, her daughter a Ghost Soother.

The point is, they have yet to come home after a late night ghost hunt. Normally, it wouldn't be a concern, but it was one ghost.

From behind the frame of the door, Malikuth Jiyuux Lilliean Tomo, her Marfan Syndrome riddled body coming into line of sight, looked at Philip, light blue eyes dead and her long blue hair in loose twintails lifeless.

Philip pushed the coffee mug to her and she nearly drank it all in one gulp. After a moment, and a silent "'Scuse me", Maliku looked up, eyes now less dead inside, as she tried to smooth out her creased suit and trousers.

"Thanks, I feel like I just hit by a bus." Maliku's voice wasn't as deep as Gunn's, mostly part to her being born female sans having the male reproduction organ, and more due to her tiredness in the morning. Usually, she sounds like someone who gets things done.

"Didn't you, though?" Gunn asked, a small quirk of her lips at Maliku, who blinked and sat down at the long table.

"'Bout a year back."

Another yawn, and as Philip exited the kitchen, T'hœmaas Makalinotol Tomo sat down, dark blue hair short minus the long wolftail at the back, along with dark blue eyes on an effeminate face. He wore his usually outfit, a suit over a blouse, and took a sip from his Darjeeling tea.

"Ah, excellen'. 'Ow are ya'all?" he sounded suspiciously like Mòrag from Xenoblade Chronicles 2. And that wasn't even a joke, he literally just sounds like her.

"Just about to head out, Thomas. I should be back in... call it an hour or two maybe."

"Righ', righ'. Off ya trot, troublemaker." that wry grin came upon his face, and Philip rolled his eyes, but a small smile was on his face.

"Sure, sure."

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He first checked out the Bridge of St. Sophie. Llo'Llo is short, about 4'0, and her skittish personality off work doesn't help show she's 59 years old.

He did, however, find a short, black-haired girl and a taller, brown-haired girl.

Saiori, now called Heir Saiori of Haravin, and Nakitchi, the disgraced noble of Obliviution.

"Kcantro, lovebirds." a simple wave was all that was needed. "Enjoying the morning sun?"

That was something of a inside joke; Diianas was in the Frozen North, and many mountains, including Mt. Kiiriel, blocked out most of the sun. In this, enjoying the morning sun was more akin to, enjoying when it starts getting slighter brighter and before the Luxz turned on.

"Philip. And, eh." a nod and a shrug from Saiori. "The heck are you doing up so early?"

"Coven meeting in two hours; trying to find Llo'Llo."

Saiori's eyes, a molten gold, squinted. "You have got to be aljiralfrin joking me."

"Omaru, language." Nakitchi quietly spoke up, pink eyes glittering as she looked at her fiancé. Turning to Philip, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, but no. Last I heard was she was in the Garden."

"That helps, and nice talking to you both. See you later on, Saiori."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."

They're nice, really. Just not in the mornings, heh.

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Next was Llizel's Garden.

Finding the pale green of Llo'Lo's hair is difficult enough, even when her yellow eyes glow like traffic lights.

Even then, he next came across the stranger visitors of Diianas, from the neighbouring Minor City of Twerkana.

Trisha, X, and Ar'qil. Trisha was a regular human, with X an alien and Ar'qil on the same boat as X.

He quickly walked past them No offence to them, he just needs someone who gets around a lot and not just around the bedroom.

Which led to the blond magician and her black-haired helper, Marie and Mary.

Marie was very... flamboyant. Mary was quiet. And also very gay for each other.

It's 2211008 AD, give them a break.

This then led Philip to the Neon Streets, and to Katrinka, the debt collector, who actually had seen Llo'Llo earlier that day. Following the trail then led to Charlie, a newreporter from the other City, Will, who is Charlie's father and has a relationship with his son that Philip realky doesn't want to try and figure out, Shovai Noir, the resident goth, and Reii, the person who might be the eldritch being, Omega, but that's a story for another day.

Finally, he reached a small building, and inside was numerous supplies. Philip himself was no Ghoul Hunter, but he could tell that the two were pulled into an illusion cast by the Ghoul.

Quickly and efficiently, he used the limited resources--Thank you, paranoia of Llo'Llo--and made a door. The goal of the door was to appear in the illusion and get them out.

And a moment later, Llo'Llo and An came tumbling out.

"W-WHY DO I KEEP THIS JOOOOOOOOB?!" came Llo'Llo's cry.

An shrugged. "More fool us, heh."

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They sat around in a circle of chairs.

Professor Kanae Severus, Dynol Cyn, Roshiua, Xaltrin, Llo'Llo, and Saiori.

"Everyone here?" Cyn's calming voice echoed throughout the room. Nods were given.

"Excellent." she smiled. "And then, with this, The Coven shall converse."

#ryuusei's works

[deimcs]

ASSASSIN'S CREED II › leonardo and ezio through the years.

#acedit #ac2edit #assassinscreededit #assassin's creed #ac2 #ezio auditore #leonardo da vinci #ezio x leonardo #edits #that was the tag when i was 13yo i don't know what the kids call them nowdays #just wanted to celebrate their relationship cause :( i love them so much #i didn't wait to put the brotherhood scenes in just because ac2 really lets you watch #as they grow more comfortable around each other and that trust turns deeper and deeper #and just. the fact that ezio KNOWS leonardo is and always will be on his corner if he needs him! #that's what he so desperately needs #a constant in his life #like in a way or another everyone else just wants something out of ezio #but not leonardo. they just have this genuine friendship and that means so much! #so to sum up: love my lgbt legends #the fond looks ♥ love that for them #also the first one says: #i’m honored / the honor is mine #ps. italianity is really just. touches your shoulder tenderly. gives you a hug. kisses you on the cheek. calls you my friend every 2 sec

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ASSASSIN’S MODERN DAY PROFESSIONS

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ALTAÏR

College Professor

-We all know that Altaïr has spent most of his life teaching, so what better job does he have than a college professor?

-He knows what he’s talking about, that much is certain, but sometimes he gets a little too lost in his lesson to realize that his students are scratching their heads. So it’s normal to have students staying after class, but they leave understanding every word of what he said.

-He’s not the fun teacher, but he’ll be able to teach you what you need and still remember it at the end of the day.

-He’s pretty lenient, and even with the obnoxious students who cause a scene, he calmly gets them to at least do their work.

-Other teachers always use him as a reference when it comes to the perfect teacher.

EZIO AUDITORE

-I can see Ezio being a public speaker since he’s not all that scared of crowds and spends a lot of time giving advice, so I think he’d really enjoy being able to help a crowd of people whose lives are falling apart

-Ezio would be the single anchor in a sea of storms because he always seems to have an answer for everything. He’s a man whose words are turned into inspirational quotes that people hang on their walls.

-When he says that things will be okay, no one doubts him since they know that he lost his father and his brothers very early on and that it took years for Ezio to accept the loss the way he had. If he could soldier through it, why couldn’t they?

-He doesn’t involve himself in politics, finding them to be a waste of time and breath despite how many people ask for his input on the political status of the country he’s staying in.

-He speaks to a lot of people in private, letting them speak their minds and giving his advice if they want it. He’s a therapist without a license, and you always feel hopeful about life leaving his office.

Connor

Construction or Sports

-This boy was designed for heavy work, and I’ve heard some good points in saying that not only would he be amazing at sports, but he’d also really enjoy it too.

-In my personal headcanon, I think he’d be a good construction worker as well. Not the high end kind that build skyscrapers or anything, but I can see him building simple houses for small communities, taking the lower jobs that can’t afford much help like the sweetheart he is. He definitely volunteers to make houses for the homeless.

-Since most of the homeless he helps don’t have much money, he makes sure to offer them baked goods because he’s definitely a baker.

Edward Kenway

-As a young man, he joins the navy

-Once he’s on his own, he buys his own boat and treats it like royalty.

-He’s not a pirate himself, but he does let less legal people on board for a price. At the time, it was just an easy cash pay since people paid good money when they were desperate.

-When he’s older and gets a grip on some of the people he’s helping (like the REALLY bad criminals) he quickly lets it go.

-Yet after seeing some of the more decent people and the places they were running from, I can see him being a sort of smuggler, but instead of smuggling drugs or weapons, he sells medicines, canned foods, and clothes to the regions where they’re scarce or hard to pay for.

-When he’s older and found a fortune over time, he starts up his own official charity, hiring various sailers to sail supplies to more places than he himself could alone.

SHAY CORMAC

-Okay, I have to say it. Shay would DEFINITELY be an FBI spy. Maybe I haven’t thought of it as heavily as I could, but he just strikes me as a man who could kill someone in plain sight and still not be seen.

-He already knows everything he can about infiltrating and getting vital information

-He knows exactly how to manipulate people to get what he wants.

-He’s like Macgyver but as an agent.

-He does things that make sleeping at night impossible, but he tells himself that every long night for him is another person somewhere else having a peaceful night, and peaceful nights means he’s doing his job. Right?

-Constantly questions his morals, but he can’t bring himself to stop, not knowing that he’d do if he stopped, because at least here he’s doing something. He’s contributing.

-That and maybe I might or might not want to see Shay in a suit 🤷‍♀️

AVELINE

-Actress. And a damn good one. She’s one of the kind of people who get paid millions each job and gives most of her cash on people who really need it. Not only that, she’s a fan favorite everywhere.

-She takes extra jobs in smaller businesses barely staying afloat, and public morality boosts has nothing to do with it. In fact, she keeps her fame life out of everything, choosing to see it just as another job.

-I can see her sharing similarities of Zendaya or Zoe Zaldana

ARNO DORIAN

-High school teacher or actor, I can’t decide.

-Because let’s be honest, this guys brain is more wrinkled than a raisin. He knows his stuff.

-He’s good at simplifying what he’s saying, and that happens to be a very useful trait when it comes to teaching.

-If he was a teacher, he’d be a damn good one, that’s for sure. No one will fail his class because he’s so good at explaining things, and he’d be the one who actually cares for his students.

-When it comes to acting... just admit that Arno’s a theater boy through and through. If you need proof, he’s the only one with a crazy amount of fancy robes and colors. FOR GODS SAKE HE OWNS A THEATER! So on modern day, I could totally see him as an actor as well.

-He’d be the Ewan Mcgregor of the modern day, because everyone recognizes him from SOMEWHERE because he’s really tested his acting ability on multiple various roles. Well read, charming, and level headed, he’d totally rock being an actor. He’s good friends with Aveline, and when they both have time in their busy schedules, they stop by for coffee and fill each other in on their life.

JACOB

-Boxing

-I saw the photoshops of Jacob in boxer life, and I have not been the same because oh my god that is amazing.

-but absolutely he’d be a boxer. He’s the shortest guy in the entire match, but he doesn’t need a stool to knock you on your ass before you can laugh about it.

-His opponents are lucky shattering bones is against the rules because he knows how to make someone wish their dad wore a condom.

-A lot of people think that his rounds must be rigged, and his sister had to physically hold him back every time Jacob threatened to give him a close up of how ‘rigged’ his fights were.

-Jacobs a powder keg, so it doesn’t take much to make him explode, and a lot of the less respectful people he has to fight picks particularly sore spots to do just that.

-He might be pissed, but his punch isn’t the only thing that stings. He knows exactly what words to use, and when they’ve gone too far, he doesn’t hold back.

-Might have a temper, but he has a good heart despite it all. He visits schools and completely turns his personality around with kids. He signs autographs, takes pictures, and makes sure that every one of them have a fun day because he knows that there’s some kids in this school that don’t have those kinds of days. He pays the school for field days each time, making sure they all get out. They bring out the scooters, parachutes, capture the flag, and ‘wrestling’ matches for the kids who want to face him. He loses every time. He never has a bigger smile on his face than when he has children fans walk up to him.

EVIE

-She is totally a lawyer and you can’t change my mind.

-Logic and Facts are her strongest weapons, and so far she has yet to lose a debate.

-Every other lawyer knows that seeing Evie walk into court is an instant death sentence, because like her brother, her words are sharp as a knife and her mind is even sharper.

-If they didn’t look identical, no one would believe that she would be related with Jacob the hot headed boxer, because she was level as water and was near impossible to make angry, but god help the poor sod that presses her.

-Her clients almost always get the best case scenario with Evie by their side by how good she is.

-Also like her brother, children are her weak spot, and her hard composure melts whenever she needs to speak to a child in the witness post, making sure that the child feel comfortable unlike the others that drill the kid with questions when they’re too skittish to answer. She takes her time and gets the kid feeling safe, and gently asks their side.

-Evie might not do it as a profession, but Evie has beaten Jacob in the boxing ring in the gym. She knows damn well how to handle herself, knowing she’d need it since she’d be fighting corrupt politicians or gang members who have too often tried attempts at her life. Every time she emerged unscathed, using the attempt at even more evidence against them and insuring a spot in jail. No one dared try attacking her again after that.

BAYEK

-I’m thinking police officer or motivational speaker for trauma.

-Either way, he’s a guardian who takes care of the people he’s in charge of. He knows words well, and having been down the dark path himself, he knows exactly what people experience and what they want to hear.

-Be the change you want to see in the world, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.

-He’d be a well respected officer, and he’s not afraid of telling off a comrade if someone is wrongfully accused. He’s not very popular in the police station, but as long as he’s doing his job, he’s satisfied.

-He’s saved several people over the course in his life, and his word is well honored since he’s on no ones side. He sees things as what they are and doesn’t twist events he disagreed with to his point of view. Even if it hurts him personally, he doesn’t lie.

-He’s divorced, but they’re still best friends with each other and visit when they can.

AYA (ran out of gifs. Sorry)

-She is hands down a self defense teacher for women

-She sells hidden self defense tools for less than ten dollars, always sure to keep constantly supply of them since many have confessed that they’ve saved them from dangerous situations.

-Like her former husband, she’s a protector and makes sure she provides her students with the best.

-She teaches children what to do if they ever get grabbed, and she’s had many parents in years thanking her when that information ended up saving their child’s life.

ALEXIOS

-Hands down he is a stunt double

- Preferably Arno’s since he relies more on flexibility than brute strength. Then there’s the fact that they look similar enough in features

-He does the moves that would probably be safer if they were just CGI, but he hates those computers with a passion, preferring to do the real thing instead of giving out something fake. He’s broken more bones than he can count, and the companies he works with always have a medic on standby when something goes wrong.

-They tried convincing him that they only needed him for a few spots, but after realizing that he wanted this (and him assuring them that he doesn’t bother with suing), they let him do his thing. The results are fruitful since the most nitpicky movie fans are absolutely thrilled when there’s a particular move done right.

-He teaches Arno a good few things about how to do action scenes, and they’re definitely good friends.

KASSANDRA

-Roller Derby

-She lives for throwing people and smacking them without being judged for it, so the Derby’s her safe spot.

-Everyone on the opposing team is terrified of her, always scared when they see her devilish smile, knowing that they’re about to get their asses handed to them. Like her brother, she’s an adrenaline junky, and when she’s not doing the derby, she’s going off into car races in a water trench. She’s surprisingly very good with cars too, knowing the inside and out of a car like the back of her hand.

-She loves it when men try to catcall her. It gives her a perfect opportunity to punch them in the face.

-She loves the races themselves because no one expects it. Sometimes she pretends to act like a beginner and absolutely slaughter them, giving them a nice wink before driving out with her cash.

-Only has a soft spot for the girl who visits her on weekends. She’s practically her older sister, and there will be hell to pay if her favorite kid gets hurt in any way.

EIVOR

-BACA(Bikers Against Child Abuse)

-The moment I saw this, I instantly thought about them.

-they would absolutely be a part of this

-Looking all badass in leather while turning into a softie for children? That’s Eivors entire character right there.

-Eivors not afraid to get physical with an abuser. They’d beat the abuser to a pulp and right after take the child out for ice cream.

-No one messes with Eivor, knowing that their lenience was stretched only for children. Anyone else tried to pressure her? Your teeth would be shattered and they’d wear the bits for a necklace.

-Children are much more brave around them because they’re tougher than their parent and on their side, so they’re not afraid to give them to the police

#assassin's creed #arno dorian #assassins creed #assassins creed unity #gaming #ac #ac unity #arno victor dorian #assassin's creed unity #alternate version #bayek of siwa #bayek #assassins creed origins #assassins creed syndicate #assassins creed odyssey #assassins creed rogue #assassins creed IV #Assassins creed 3 #assassins creed 4 #Assassins creed 2 #assassins creed brotherhood #assassins creed revelations #ezio auditore #aya #aveline #evie frye #Jacob Frye #Edward Kenway #altair #altaïr ibn la'ahad

[straight-into-the-animus]

The thrilling conclusion to the saga of these posts

Explanations under the cut:

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad - Belle

They’re not “cocky” or “conceited”, they convinced. But truly, they were the innovators of their times. Just as Belle brought the new generation of Disney Princesses, Altair brought the franchise in and we honestly respect that. Also? Book smart and an innovator enough to make the great Leonardo da Vinci have to work for it? Amazing. New generation to make people think. Love it.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze - Cinderella

Often thought of and pictured as the leader of the Princesses despite coming out much later and you all forget about Snow White but ANYWAYS, there is something to be said about both of them. They were both rich and high up until the death of their fathers/families, and quickly become lower class citizens/have to get down and dirty. But! They never lose their innate goodness or become overly bitter and honestly? Good for them.

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway - Merida

They got parent issues. Lordy. They want to stick it to the man! Connor with his dad and Merida with her mum, they aren’t gonna listen and do what is expected, they have their own code. Also, no love interest at all in their respective game/movie? We stan independent people! And they’re both pretty big and handy with the bows, and that is. Hot?

Edward Kenway - Tinker Bell

These two little blond/e shits can and will piss everyone off while heading off in their own self-interests. Tinker Bell wasn’t always this nice pure fairy! Vindictive! Angry! Edward could definitely, I think, have it in him to go wild just the same. And they’re also drama queens who def need applause and attention all the time.

Shay Cormac - Elsa

They both do well in the cold, it seems. Also, Shay leaves where he in unappreciated and against everything he’s been taught to be ‘free’? Don’t like it. But gotta admire it. 

Arno Victor Dorian - Megara

He’s a damsel, he’s in distress, he can handle this. But also, they are snarky and have been burned in love, but still can do it. So soft under the tough exteriors, and just wanting to be loved by a strong, sweet man individual? Get me my tissues, please-

Jacob Frye - Alice

They mean well, they’re just in their own little worlds and don’t really listen to everyone else. Truly, a life aspired for. Tho they do both get into trouble tho so bad for them. They do learn at the end! Just takes a wee bitta time.

Bayek of Siwa - Mulan

What about....... Being another groundbreaker? And being a warrior fighting against injustice? And for family? AND THEN he pretty much fucks off and does what he wants on his own terms instead of listening to the people in charge afterbeing betrayed (re:Cleopatra) just like Mulan does when she forgoes being part of the army and does things her way with the Hun? No choice but to stan.

Alexios - Moana

They got the Boats. And also have to travel a long way, deal with supernatural shit, and just?? want to get home/get with the fam?? validity. Also the red color scheme and the hair? All of it so epic. I love it.

#sidenote but if someone wants to draw arno as meg i will love you forever #assassin's creed #altair ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #connor kenway #edward kenway #shay cormac #arno dorian #jacob frye #bayek of siwa #alexios

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Arrows & Accidents

Request: Can I request an Ezio imagine with a gender neutral or male reader where the reader is or was a student of Ezio's and has gotten themselves injured.

Warnings: Violence, graphic detail of wound/treatment, swearing in Italian, LOTS of Italian lmfao (translations at the end)

Tagging: @marshmallow--3​ / @yourlocalfrenchie​ (I know it’s a male reader but I still tagged you guys jic)

13/06/2020: Lmao I almost killed you guys… oops. Also, this is 2.9K -- I spent all day on this because once I sorted out the plot, everything else was just *chef’s kiss* hope you enjoy!

Requested by @timbreavery​

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“You need to hit harder, Y/N.” Ezio reflected your blade effortlessly. 

“I don’t want to hurt you by mistake.”

“Who says you’ll hurt me?” He smirked, twirling his sword with a flair. 

You nodded in affirmation, and began to hail a stronger assault. Although it wasn’t enough to overwhelm Ezio, it was certainly stronger than before.

On a defensive hit, his sword sent yours flying across the training ground. “A better effort, mi amico,” he nodded approvingly. 

“Pfft.” You scoffed, going to pick up your discarded weapon. In the seconds you weren’t looking, an unknown force came into contact with your back, sending you flying to the floor and away from your sword. You laid still when you felt a blade come into contact with the back of your neck. 

“Mario is sending you on a mission which I don’t agree with. Personalmente, you do not have the experience. So you need to be ready, Y/N, or you will get hurt.” 

When he was finished, you grabbed his wrist and forcefully brought the heel of your boot into his back. It allowed you to move the blade away from your neck. With Ezio’s balance compromised, you pushed into him until he hit the ground beside you, your arm pressing against his neck and pinning his arm beside him. 

“I think I’ll be fine, Ezio.” You released him and offered a hand to help him up before readying your retrieved blade. 

“Ora, un altro?”

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As the sun began to set, approached the site that overran itself with Templars. Your target was the Captain, who was hiding in the area. Although it was littered in ruins, you knew the general location of him, and you were ready to bring an end to his havoc. There is rarely a proper way to prepare one to end another’s life, and normally you would avoid it at all costs, but when the end of one life could bring freedom to many, it was hard to debate the argument of life for someone so evil. 

Slowly, you weaved your way in between pillars. There were so many ways you could lose the upper hand, and so you kept vigilant when you moved. As you peered around the column, you saw him. He was patrolling with four other guards, and after assessing the situation, you weighed your options: 

You could use a throwing knife on your target and a smoke bomb to distract. 

To be more accurate, you could use a smoke bomb and charge in, hidden blade unsheathed. 

“Assassino!”

Oh, great. 

As guards unsheathed their swords and crossbows, you pointed your gauntlet at your target and let a bullet fly. As soon as the bang erupted in the air, you felt something pierce your abdomen, the force of it sending you backwards to the ground. 

Although your target got hit in the neck, you were equally as compromised in your side.

Before they could get too close, you scrambled to your feet and vaulted over a small wall, keeping your hand pressed against the wound on your waist. You kept obstacles between you and your opponents, knowing that the only way to survive was to escape. As you reached the edge of the ruins, you spotted a horse grazing on some hay. Wasting no time, you mounted the white mare, kicking your heels into her ribs as she took off towards the city. 

You had one hand holding the reins as the other reached for the foreign object embedded in your muscle; it was an arrow. Grasping the shaft, you snapped it in half, wincing as it shifted under your skin. 

As you reached the city, you began to turn harsh corners to stay out of your pursuers’ line of sight. Once you deemed it far enough away, you dismounted and hit your stolen steed on the flank, making sure she fled through the streets. Eyeing a side alley, you slipped between flailing drunkards before turning one last corner, fully out of sight. Moving like you had had caused the arrowhead to move, and in doing so your robes were coloured more with crimson than with its original white. You slid down against the wall clutching your wound, needing to slow the world as it spun around you. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain was increasing tenfold. Feeling the blood soak your palm, you toyed with the idea of pulling it out to save your flesh from tearing more (or to bring death faster).

You knew you had to get back to Tiber Island, but you were sure that you’d draw too much unwanted attention to yourself if you took the main roads, and would almost certainly collapse without a horse. You rested your head against the bricks, willing an idea to pop into your clouded brain. 

Small thuds beside you caught your attention, and you turned your head to see a group of thieves land next you. One of them, who was probably the one in charge, pulled your hood off your head, taking in your features; pale, sweaty, barely conscious. “It’s Y/N!” He exclaimed. His eyes turned to the others. “Riccardo, get Ezio. Tell him that we’re bringing him to La Volpe Addormentata. Sbrigatevi!” One of the leanest nodded his head and took off running down the alleys. “Ora,” he spoke softer now. “Aiutami con lui.” 

Two of them grabbed your arms and lifted you to your unsteady feet. The movement stretched your side. “Agh!” Your legs buckled, and your sudden dead weight pulled everyone to their knees. 

“Mio Dio,” the leader uttered. “You! Get a horse!” You heard as feet thundered against cobblestones. “Y/N, you must move.” You looked at him in anguish; he seemed twice your age, and had a fatherly look of trust in his eye. 

“Non posso…” The crimson had spread from your waist and was not being absorbed by the fabric anymore, dripping onto the ground. 

“Yes, you can; just to the main street.” You could vaguely hear horses in front of you at the end of the alley. 

You took a deep breath, calming yourself, before you nodded weakly, head hanging low. Step by step, you were half dragged to the mouth of the alleyway. Someone was already mounted on the horse as you were being hoisted in the saddle. It was a mercenary, much bigger than you, and you held on tight to the saddle with one hand as you were sent off galloping down the street, a small entourage following you. With every bump in the saddle, an ache pounded in your head; you were having trouble keeping awake, but the harsh movements wouldn’t let you go under. 

You weren’t very aware of your surroundings when the horse came to a stop. Sitting firm, you waited for the mercenary behind you to dismount, and you attempted to follow suit. Tripping in the stirrups, the impact of the floor sent your mind reeling, your foot getting trapped in the metal. Pain radiated through your body as you fell on the protruding arrow shaft. Groaning, you weakly pushed yourself up to your hands and knees, dazed and confused. “Andiamo, ragazzo.” Multiple hands heaved you off of the dirt ridden paths, hauling you up the stairs and into the Thieves’ Headquarters.

“La Volpe!” The hooded man revealed himself by the entrance. 

His eyes assessed the situation in a second. “Bring him into the back.” People parted quickly to make space for you all to make it through. “Put him on the table.” You were turned to sit down, before slowly being lowered to lie against the wood. 

Finally being out of the streets and safe in your surroundings, you allowed yourself to relax, to close your eyes, to maybe spend a few moments asleep… 

“Y/N.” Someone patting your cheek got your eyes to reluctantly open. “Leonardo and Ezio are here.” 

Leonardo?

You swallowed thickly, not having the energy to respond other than letting your head roll to the side. As they came in, you could half-make out what they were saying. “Those doctors… will be of no use to us… I know my way around a wound.” It was Leonardo, rambling on as he was gathering the relevant supplies. 

You blinked, and Ezio towered above you. “Ah, amico mio, mi dispiace tanto.” 

Before you could respond, a hand twisted the embedded arrow shaft. You threw your head back as you cried out, hands flying to the culprit’s hand. 

“Leonardo!” Ezio chastised. 

“I needed to know if it was stuck in the bone!” He quickly justified his actions, hands raising in surrender. “Take his armour off.” 

Quickly, your upper robes were discarded, leaving your chest bare and your injury exposed. You heard the movement of metal tools before you felt something cold touch your skin. Looking down, you saw a small blade that touched the edge of the arrow wound. You grasped Leonardo’s wrist. “No, please…” Pain was hitting every nerve and muscle, and you desperately wished you were unconscious, but the fact that you weren’t meant you were going to feel everything, and at this point, you wanted to feel nothing.

Leonardo looked at Ezio and La Volpe. “Hold him down.” 

Ezio grasped your hand with one of his before using his other one to put weight on your elbow, effectively pinning you to the table. La Volpe followed suit. “I don’t like this, Leonardo,” Ezio said, looking nervous.

The artist looked up seriously. “You don’t have to.”

You felt the blade sink into your skin. The lower half of your body was numb, but your back tried to arch at the intrusion; an attempt to get away. You were hyper aware of his fingers moving inside your flesh, poking at the metal inside you. “This type of arrow does not do too much damage, but it has hooked onto an organ.” Although Leonardo’s voice was calm, you couldn’t help but writhe. You could feel everything the arrow (and Leonardo) touched, finally managing to begin drifting in and out of consciousness, after what felt like hours of pain.

You were too tired. 

You heard Leonardo bracing you for removing the arrow, but you were completely limp in Ezio and La Volpe’s grasp. You swallowed again, eyes rolling back. Your face scrunched weakly as you winced; the arrow finally relinquishing its position, too tired to scream and shout. Stifling a groan, you slightly jumped when the pressure of a fabric was being applied in place of Leonardo’s fingers. The last thing you heard before your vision blacked out was, “We’re not done yet.”

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There were three instances where you briefly came to since then. The first was as your wound was being bandaged. “What are his chances?” Ezio’s voice echoed in your ear.

“Of survival?” Your eyes barely opened for a second to lock with Leonardo’s. “Small.” Although his face was comforting, his words weren’t. All too quickly, you lost consciousness again. 

The second time, you could feel your body moving as you were taken off the table and onto something soft but sturdy. Your head rolled to the side and your eyes opened to see Leonardo washing his hands in a basin. “Con attenzione, ora!” You felt your arm fall off the side of the platform you were being moved on. The rocking lulled you back into darkness.

You didn’t remember these instances.

The third and final time you came to, you had a hard time opening your eyes. It felt as if they had been sealed shut. An involuntary hum grew in your throat as you brought your arm up to rub your eyes. Even that simple movement left you aching for reasons you couldn’t remember yet. You brought your hand away as you opened your eyes. Looking around, your brows furrowed.

This wasn’t your bed, or your room… 

Pushing yourself up, you stopped abruptly, lowering yourself back down and wincing as a searing pain spread across your side. Your hand immediately went to the source, where your fingers ran across rough fabric. Looking down, you saw that your chest was still bare, although half of your torso was covered in white bandages. Looking around, you found your robes hanging up against a wardrobe across the room, clean and repaired. Your boots were at the foot of the bed. 

Trying again, you slowly sat up again, pulling the sheet off of your legs. You bent down agonisingly slowly, one arm against your side while the other grabbed your footwear. After you pulled them both on, you began lacing them up. It was at that point when the door opened. 

Looking up, you saw Ezio staring at you, surprised. “Y/N, what are you doing?” 

“I’m getting up.”

“You should be resting.”

“I’ve rested enough. How many days has it been?”

Ezio didn’t reply at first.

“Ezio; how many days?”

“Five.”

“That’s more than enough.” 

You pushed yourself up to your feet, only for your knees to buckle and send you back down to the floor, the impact of which reverberated up to your side. You grasped the bedpost for support as your breath hitched. Footsteps approached your kneeling form, but you held your hand up to stop them. “I’m fine,” you spoke through gritted teeth. Hauling yourself back up again, you leaned heavily against the wall, your legs not used to walking after five days of disuse. 

“You don’t have to pretend.” Ezio respected your need for space for a few moments, but soon moved to pull your arm over his shoulders when he saw you begin to struggle. 

“... Can you take me downstairs, at least?”

He sighed, thinking out the pros and cons. “Fine. Come.” 

Tentatively, you tiptoed down the stairs, careful not to make any jarring movements. Ezio held you securely to prevent you from falling, should you do so again. The sounds of people eating, drinking, and enjoying themselves filled your ears, and your eyes landed on a table with La Volpe -- standing up with one knee propped up against the bench -- Leonardo, and a few other thieves (all sitting properly). They seemed to be in deep conversation, but as La Volpe looked up and moved his attention to you, everyone else followed his gaze, smiles poking at their lips.

“Y/N! You’re awake, and… moving.” Leonardo shot Ezio a disapproving look. 

“I asked him to take me here.” You motioned to sit down at the table, and Ezio helped to lower you to the bench. Steadying yourself against the table, you brought a hand up to your side as your wound twinged. 

“You’re just in time for me to change your dressings.” Leonardo got up to fetch new bandages as Ezio took his place beside you. 

La Volpe sat down properly. “Y/N, what happened?”

You recounted the story in detail as Leonardo worked on your side, slightly embarrassed at your inability to stay alert that night. “It was my mistake,” you finished, wincing as the bandages were pulled tight. “I should have stayed out of sight.” 

“He shouldn’t have even been there,” Ezio quipped, closing one hand over a fist. “We almost lost one of our best students.”

You smirked. “I’m flattered.” 

Leonardo coughed to hide his chuckle, sitting on the other side of you. “Here.” He passed you a loose shirt and a drink; you thanked him and slowly dressed, being careful not to stretch your side. Taking a sip turned into gulping down mouthfuls of the liquid, parched from not drinking for days.

“If he was one of your best students, then why did we almost lose him?” La Volpe was blunt, but he wasn’t wrong.

“Because that mission was not supposed to be for him!” 

“Remember who assigned him that mission, Ezio. Your anger is misplaced.” Ezio looked between the faces at the table, huffed, and got up, heading for the backroom. 

The atmosphere grew tense, and you decided to break the uncomfortable silence. “I’ll, uh, go and talk to him.” You got up slowly, holding your side, and followed where Ezio disappeared to. 

You peered around the corner to see him leaning on the table, his knuckles pressing into the bloodstained wood. After a few moments of standing still, he cursed himself under his breath, punching the table beneath his hand. He walked to the other side of the table, folding his arms and leaning against it as he fell deep into thought. 

You decided to knock against the wall, then. Ezio turned his head to see who it was, before smiling softly and staring back at the wall. You went to lean on the table beside him, staring at the chalkboard propped up against the barrels. “You’re blaming yourself, Ezio.” You called him out on it before he could say anything, prompting an amused scoff on his part. 

“I should have pulled you out of the contract.”

You looked at him, but he still stared at the wall, seemingly too ashamed to look at you. “Why? You didn’t know what was going to happen.”

“I knew it would challenge you, but I underestimated just how dangerous it would be.”

“You know Mario wouldn’t have accepted that.”

He sighed through his nose, eyes flicking down to his boots. “I should have tried.” 

“Look at me, Ezio.” His eyes moved to yours, but his head barely shifted. “I’m alive; I’m alright.”

“We’ll see.”

You squinted. “What do you mean?”

“Leonardo told me you have a bad case of idiozia, and he is not sure if it can be cured.”

You laughed, looking away. “No, me either.”

“I know something which could help, though.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what he would say before a force came into contact with the back of your head. “Ow! Bastardo…” Ezio laughed. 

“Let’s rejoin the others.”

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Translations:

Mi amico = My friend

Personalmente = Personally

Ora, un altro? = Now, another?

Assassino! = Assassin!

La Volpe Addormentata = The Sleeping Fox

Sbrigatevi! = Hurry up!

Ora, aiutami con lui = Help me with him

Mio Dio = My God

Non posso = I can’t

Andiamo, ragazzo = Come, boy

Amico mio, mi dispiace tanto = My friend, I am so sorry

Con attenzione, ora = Carefully now!

Idiozia = Idiocy

Bastardo = Bastard

#ezio auditore #ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore oneshot #ezio auditore imagine #assassin's creed #assassin's creed x reader #x reader #assassin’s creed x m!reader #ezio auditore x m!reader #assassin's creed oneshot #assassin's creed imagine

[mattness]

somebody to love [au]

Genres: Romantic, AU, Fluff, Songfic Note: Sorry for stupid little mistakes, it's my clumsy translation:)

1986

At another noisy party Jacob Frye was actively leaning on beer and looking for some girl to whom he'd buzz all ears about the recently released album of Queen. He had already drunk a decent amount of beer, and now he was looking for a "victim". But the third girl turned up her nose, not wanting to listen, how brilliant the Queen's songs are. It's strange that he didn't manage to talk to anyone with the same success as when he was sober. He looked very well: perfectly styled and combed hair, leather jacket, black t-shirt and jeans. Frye was sure that he wouldn't leave here alone today, but hope of a hot continuation of the night for the third time slipped away.

Jacob walked down the corridor with a sigh, where only couples in love hung around. He looked into the living room, hoping to find one of his friends, Ezio or Edward, but they're not there. Suddenly, the gaze of green eyes stopped on girl sitting alone on sofa in front of TV. She looked quite nice, concluded the drunker mind of Jacob, who had already gone with the fourth attempt to prove the genius of Queen.

"Do you know, why the song "Somebody To Love" from new Queen's album is the best?" Frye asked, sitting impressively on the sofa next to the girl, placing his hand behind her.

She looked up from the contemplation of the glass with a drink in her hands, looking with a grin at Jacob, who was ready to smile triumphantly. Well, at least someone paid attention!

"Why?"

"Because it's my favorite song".

"You should have thought of something better for flirting", she snickered, and Jacob raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Is it really that bad?"

"Terrible."

"Then, why you haven't left yet?" he snorted resentfully, not taking his eyes off the girl, who didn't stop smiling.

"I was waiting for a music lover like me to come up to talk", she shrugged, and Jacob smiled broadly, immediately suggesting that they go somewhere, where is quieter. She didn't refuse.

They left the house and went outside, where walked slowly towards the campus park. It was a warm summer night. Jacob didn't stop talking all the way, speaking with pleasure about his favorite band, and girl walked next to him, listening attentively, without interrupting. Soon they sat down on a bench, and Frye suddenly came to his senses.

"I'm sorry. Where is my politeness?" he reproached himself, smiling charmingly. "I'm Jacob. What's your name?"

"Gwen", she smiled, and drunk Frye caught himself thinking, that he'd never seen such a beatiful smile before. Perhaps, his hormones and a strong desire to have sex with someone today spoke in him, but girl was really beautiful.

"And... what do you listen?"

"I also like Queen, but I prefer Elton John", Gwen confessed.

"Elton John is a pop singer", Jacob sneered, but it didn't hurt her at all.

"He's a great pop singer. In general, I listen a lot of things."

"Can I rate your vinyl collection?" he arched his eyebrows playfully, directly hinting at his desires at the moment, which made Gwendolyn laugh heartily. "What? Is that even worse than the first one?"

Gwen gave him a curt nod and a friendly pat on his shoulder.

"Unfortunately, you won't have sex tonight, Jacob."

The girl got up from bench and slowly headed towards to the women's dormitory. Jacob, outraged by this turn of events, jumped up from seat and caught up with her. Now he was walking in front of Gwen.

"Tell me, would you sleep with me?"

"Only to Elton John's songs", she joked, and Jacob rolled his eyes.

"Would you? Seriously."

"Good night, Jacob", Gwendolyn said. Frye saw off his last hope for sex tonight and decided to return to the dormitory with a disappointed sigh. The evening was definitely not a good one from the beginning.

In upset feelings, Frye went into the room, to which his neighbor hadn't even returned yet. This only made him more upset than before. He flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling in silence until he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, from the morning, Jacob went extremely dissatisfied, and this didn't go unnoticed by his friends. At lunchtime, as usual, they gathered at the same table in the large students dining room, chatting about the latest events and about something else quite insignificant. Jacob didn't really listen, taking to part in the conversation, although he usually always teased them.

"You're so quiet today, Frye", Edward remarked with his mouth full.

"All girls refused him yesterday", Ezio grinned maliciously cathcing his friend's displeased look. "Really, there wasn't a single girl, who would like to listen to your rave reviews about the latest Queen's album?"

"Go to Hell, Ezio", Jacob snapped.

"You should have heard his flirting on a drunken stupor... If I were a not very smart girl, I wouldn't have fuck with him either", Arno laughed, and a loud, friendly guffaw rolled around their table, but Jacob didn't care. Suddenly, he noticed among the crowd of students a girl, who confessed her love for works of Elton John yesterday. Due to the fact that Frye had drunk too much, he didn't really see her, but he remembered, that she was short with dark brown hair. Now, seeing her with friends, Jacob noticed, that she's really attractive. Especially in this light cotton dress with striped tights.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" Edward waved his hand in front of Frye's face, but Jacob didn't react in any way. His friends followed his gaze.

"Oh, what a cute little one", Auditore smiled. "Will you come to her, Jacob?"

Waking up from a slight obsession, Jacob didn't answer anything, jumped up from his seat and quickly closed the distance to table, where Gwendolyn was sitting. He took an empty chair, turned it back forward and sat down with them as if nothing had happened, which caused girls to stop chatting.

"Oh, Queen fan himself", Gwen grinned, her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail today.

Her friends looked at each other with same grin on their faces.

"I want to ask you have a dinner with me", Jacob smiled, ignoring the others. Right now, he was completely engrossed in the big brown eyes. There was a gleam of interest in them. "Agree. You'll like it."

"Only if you turn on Abba's "Dancing Queen" on your player, heavy metal lover", Gwen said with a giggle, looking very pleased, when Jacob was confused, apparently not immediately understanding, what was it.

"But this is —" he tried to be indignant.

"So, this is also shitty music?" girl interrupted, making an impassive face and turning away from him. But Jacob wasn't going to give up just like that. And if he gave up so easily, he wouldn't be himself.

"Okay, okay! We'll listen to all your favorite music, if you agree to have a dinner with me!"

Gwendolyn turned her attention back to him and smiled warmly. Jacob smiled back.

"Fine. Friday evening?"

"No. Tonight."

"But I have —"

"You've already agreed", Frye interrupted with a wink. Girl exchanged glances with her friends, and they nodded approvingly to her. "I meet you after all classes, right? Just tell me number of the audience."

Gwen called the right class and time, and Jacob, smiling at all girls, hurried back to the table to his friends, who'd watched the whole scene from the beggining. Now his mood is just fine.

It was very hard to wait for the evening. It seemed that time was deliberately dragging on too long, delaying the moment of a date with a girl, who seemed to love music as much as he did. At least, she knew who Queen was, and Jacob was ready to marry her. Of course, this is a rather loud statement, but how nice it was for him. That's why he was waiting so long for half past six in the evening to be at the audience number "345".

The bell rang, and the students, one by one, began to leave the history lesson. Jacob looked for Gwendolyn, who had gone out in the company of her friends. Noticing Frye, she said goodbye to them and approached him with a smile.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To a small but very nice bar on the outskirts of Cambridge", he smiled, offering to take his arm. The girl didn't mind.

"Is it far away?"

"I have a car."

Jacob was the proud owner of a red Mustang, a model of the seventy-fourth year, which made him the envy of almost everyone on campus. And he often drove girls on it. Everyone was in love with this car, including him.

Frye gallantly opened the door for Gwen, and she climbed into the salon.

"Will I turn on Queen?" Jacob asked, already sitting behind the wheel.

"Oh, no", Gwen giggled. She took a cassette of Elton John's new album out of her backpack. "Please. Listen to at least a couple of songs, and then, if you don't like it at all, turn on your own."

"All right, a pop fan", Jacob said with a mockery in his voice, and she just laughed, so sincerely that something jumped in his heart. The cassette was in the tape recorder, and the salon was filled with pleasant notes from the song "Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word". Jacob began to listen the words, and Gwen began to sing along softly. The song was touching, a little sad, but he really liked it. It even made him think about how lonely he really was, but all the longing was knocked down by the next "Between Seventeen and Twenty", which seems to be perfect for driving.

A completely different plan for the evening with Gwen was born in Jacob's head, very different from the original one. So they stopped at the nearest store, bought food and a couple of bottles of beer. The Mustang was parked on a high hill with an impressive view of the whole of Cambridge. Jacob liked to come here alone, enjoy music and think about everything in the world. It was a private place, but now he is ready to share it with Gwen.

"Do you like Elton?" the girl was curious when the tape ended, and Jacob turned off the engine.

"Exceeded all my expectations", he said honestly. With the next tape, he turned on Queen. While the first songs were playing, the couple talked about everything, getting to know each other better. Jacob liked Gwendolyn more and more, and he saw in her something like a kindred spirit.

As soon as the food was eaten and the beer was drunk, Jacob got out of the car with Gwen. In the cold of the evening, he offered to dance. Exactly at this moment, his favorite "Somebody To Love" started playing. Jacob began to dance and sing along, not taking his eyes off the girl, who couldn't help but smile. Their hands were constantly intertwined. He pulled her to waist, already singing along to Freddie in a half-whisper.

Frye's voice caressed her ears, and Gwen felt a magical warmth spread in her chest. It was something incredible. She had never experienced anything like this with any guy before. Jacob was special. And suddenly she understood, why he liked this particular song so much.

"Why did you stop smiling? What is it?" he asked, stopping when he noticed her sad look.

"I feel like I'm in this song, too", Gwen said seriously, looking into his green eyes. "It seems that it doesn't sound sad, but... its meaning is very close to me. I understand why you like it so much, Jacob."

Frye raised his eyebrows in surprise, but didn't interrupt her.

"You're the same. Behind the external fun and recklessness, you hide your loneliness, you just want someone to love you as selflessly and endlessly as you are ready to love someone", Gwendolyn smiled sadly, gently stroking his shoulders, realizing from his discouraged face, that she'd hit the nail on the head. Jacob remained in a sincere stupor for several minutes, gradually agreeing with every word she said.

"I'm sorry if I —" Gwen hurried to add, because the silence dragged on, but she didn't have time to finish. Jacob leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.

The girl answered with pleasure, smiling through the kiss.

"Can I call you Gwenny?" Jacob asked when the air in his lungs ran out. Gwen nodded, receiving another kiss. "Please be my... my girlfriend, Gwenny."

"If you turn on Abba's Mama Mia", Gwen joked, and Frye laughed.

"I'm ready to turn on anything, as long as you're be mine."

They laughed together and danced to their favorite songs for the rest of the night. As soon as the notes of "Mamma Mia" rang out, Gwen began to sing along, without taking her eyes off Jacob, who was looking at her with the most satisfied look, falling more and more in love with every second. He felt, that he would never be as happy with anyone as with this girl. On the last chorus, she came close, pressing her whole body against him, put her arms around his neck and kissed him a couple of times on the scar on his cheek, and whispered on his lips:

"My, my, I could never let you go."

Jacob smiled broadly, drowning in blissful oblivion and forgetting about everything around him. His whole world now consisted of cassettes with his favorite songs, a red mustang, a beautiful and happy Gwendolyn in his arms, and an evening that instantly stopped being cold. And only the happiest time was waiting for them ahead.

#assassin's creed syndicate #assassin's creed #jacob frye #jacob x gwen #fanfiction #fanfics #my fanfic #fanfic #au #romantic au #1980 #fluff #ubisoft #game #stupid little things #collage #photoshop #aethestic #drabble #original female character #gwendolyn mortimer

[lunavadash-creates]

How could I not like this Wombo? What’s more, I loved Minion Wombo too! It’s my absolutely favorite animated movie ever! And if you like anime I highly recommend Samurai Champloo and if you are not particularly religious or very tolerant in this matter then I recommend Saint Oniisan. I really enjoyed both of them!

It’s not like I don’t like Ezio, because I do. It’s just that I think he is an overrated character. I would prefer that other characters would have developed storyline instead. However, there is a possibility I would have the very same opinion on that character and I would think Ezio would be better for a more developed storyline. I don’t know. I also like all the main characters. More or less, but still. I like them all.

As for Mira and Connor. Why does the story of her past cause them to fight? I am not a fan of history, unless it’s ancient times, but her background story is really good and interesting in general! And I would love to read about moment they get to know each other and she treats his wounds someday!

The only grey hair I can positively think of is my eyelash. It’s strange because eyelashes, like hair, fall out. But that one single eyelash stays since I remember. I am not sure if it stays in fact, maybe it falls out and then it grows another grey one. But there is always one grey eyelash. But having grey hair in general? That's a no no. I have dark hair, so it is really visible. Right now I guess just for me, because I know it is somewhere and I look for it subconsciously whenever I look in a mirror. And yes, I can dye my hair. The problem is I really like my hair color and I am proud that it is natural, especially since many people compliment me on this and they are always surprised that such color is natural. Don’t ask me why tho, I think it is a really ordinary color.

Btw. do you have any piercings? I am about to get one done, but I am still pretty unsure if it’s a good idea and if I really want it.

🔪

I have seen Saint oniisan like 27377482 times and I still laugh when those girls takes Jesus for Johnny Depp. It's awesome.

I just like all AC characters. They are all handsome and unique in their own ways. So Ill just settle for Altair being the first one and everyone else being second😂

Ah. Mira and Connor will fight because she never told him about being an assassin (even if it's an ex assassin) also because of it she never helper him when he could use help of another assassin. Also he caught her smuggling weapon (it's was one time thing for her) for assassins from her country. They just took it and went away but basically Connor feels that he lied to him and it's a big thing for him because he feels like everyone lies to him. My poor baby.

Gray eyelash? I'll m sorry but it sounds so awesome and so unique!

As for hair. Omg. Natural hair? It's also so great. It's rare for people to keep natural hair colour (I dye my hair because I hate my natural colour).

But if you have natural hair and love the color? I'm so happy for you. I think it's quite rare nowadays! I'm sure I would love your hair!

Piercing? Nope. I mean I have piercer ears in a traditional way (to wear earrings). I used to have 2 holes in each ear to wear 2 sets of ear rings next to each other but I stopped because every now and then my ear got swollen. Now I have only 1 set of holes and I don't want any piercing anymore. It's not my style I guess. I generally like my own skin clear with no tattooed, holes or modification.

But! It is my personal choice especially they piercing and tattooed look good on other people. If you decide to make a piercing (you didn't tell me where and I think it makes a difference. Because if it's like ear piercing? They look cool. Piercing inside the mouth? I would say no because I think it's hard to keep it clean also the need to be on a diet, piercing like in the nipple? Takes around year to heal properly but I heard it makes breast more sensitive). So I guess you need to decide on your own because you will be live with that, right? Do what makes you happy, but maybe not something too risky. Also remember sometimes you need to remove piercing for medical procedures so chose one that won't be too hard/painful to take off.

And please, I beg you, don't make piercing in some suspicious, cheap basement of some person who bought pack of 338382 needles on ebay ;; safety comes first!

#ask #knifey #knifey my beloved

[kiatheinsomniac]

The Party: Ezio M! AU

I posted this a while back on my wattpad but I thought that I might as well share it here too :). I made this three-part series around a year ago when I was stuck at a party I didn’t want to be in 

Ezio was hands down the coolest guy on campus. With those charming looks, family money, flashy car, brains and social-butterfly personality, there wasn't a lot you could find in him to dislike. And he threw the most popular house parties off campus.

His mother and sister were out for the weekend visiting their uncle but he had insisted on staying home to 'study' when he really wanted to throw a party.

(Y/n) only had one class with him - her Italian history class. She was taking three languages courses and the history of each country to go with them. She had been tempted to ask him for help with her Italian language class but decided against it - she hardly knew him anyway.

He'd usually show up in some form of designer clothing and flashy shoes - he always had the latest iPhone and all the new accessories such as AirPods or an Apple Watch. It was clear that his family was minted. He paid close attention to the class that she shared with him though, lapping up the knowledge as he took notes down on his laptop. (Though at times he'd take a little detour to do some online shopping). He was in good shape too - judging by the bag he'd bring to his last class on Wednesdays, he was a boxer too. Either way, (Y/n) knew of him but she'd yet to speak to him.

Currently, she was thinking back to a conversation she'd had with her friends earlier on that evening. . .

"C' mon, (Y/n), it'll be fun!" Kassandra begged.

"Maybe for you but not for me, I don't like parties." She huffed.

"Just this once?" Anne piped up, "You never come with us!"

"I know but-"

"Please (N/n), just try it, if you don't like it then we won't ask you ever again?" Aya contributed. The (h-c)-haired female released a sigh, knowing she would deeply regret what she was going to say next.

"Alright, fine." There was a cheer from the other four girls, seeing as Mary was there also before they all started to get ready.

In the end, (Y/n) had curled her (h/l) (h/c) tresses, styling them into a messy bun atop her head, pulling out the longer pieces at the sides to frame her face. Her makeup was as it usually was - minimal. She'd winged her eyeliner, edging it with a stroke of white, applied golden glittery eyeshadow with a little mascara, piled on some clear lip gloss and she'd gone the little extra mile and added some golden highlight to her facial features.

On her body was a figure-hugging long-sleeved black dress that was off-the-shoulder with black velvet knee-high boots that laced at the back and she wore a denim jacket, a thick velvet choker necklace and smaller bits of gold jewellery to accent the outfit.

But this was remembering herself in her dorm mirror.

As soon as she got to the party, her anxiety showed up as if on queue, making her feel as though something terrible would happen. Everywhere she turned, she felt claustrophobic, like people were out to hurt and judge her. She was worried that someone would try to drug anything she drank, that someone would try to grab at her inappropriately. Her ears only picked up on the nastier statements in conversations, making her worry that it was about herself, in her mind every laugh was aimed at her. She knew deep down that it wasn't but that didn't stop anything.

Eventually, she'd teared up while her breath felt short and her chest got tighter.

She'd run upstairs and dipped into the first room she came across - a girl's room so most likely Ezio's younger sister's.

(Y/n) had sat herself down in the corner by the window and curled herself up, hating herself for not being able to enjoy the party like everyone else. She clutched her jacket around her while she struggled for a breath that could satisfy her lungs that felt far too small for her body. Her head spun, her fingers tingling with pins and needles while her lower half felt numb.

The loud music blasting through the house, the bass rumbling deep through every particle it could, didn't help at all.

The floorboards outside the door creaked and (Y/n) prepared herself to get up and leave if some half-drunken strangers wanted the room. But the door opened to reveal the party's host - Ezio Auditore himself. He saw her sitting in the corner, struggling for air and quickly rushed over.

"Cazzo, bella, what happened?" He asked gently putting his hand on her upper arm, his other one resting on her knee.

"I can't breathe." She managed to get out desperately, her hand gripping onto his as though he were a lifeline, scared for her own safety at that moment.

Ezio didn't understand what was going on, was this a panic attack? An anxiety attack? He didn't know if they were the same thing or two entirely different occurrences.

"How can I help you?" He asked, quite scared himself. What had happened to make her this way? Had someone tried to do anything to her in his house? If so he was fully prepared to put him in his place. Growing up with his sister and his mother raised him with a deep respect for women.

"Just help me, help me-" her brain swam in a stormy sea of words, desperately fishing for a sentence, "pace my breathing. Breathe slow, let me follow" She managed through gasps of air.

Ezio placed his forehead against hers, cupping her face so that he had her undivided attention. He began taking in long breaths, holding them and then releasing them slowly while (Y/n) struggled to follow at first but soon managed to calm down. Her hands were trembling, holding his against her jaw, only just able to feel.

"Come on, let's get you off the floor." The Italian spoke, pulling away to stand up and sit on the edge of his sister's bed. The (h/c)-haired female brushed her hair back from her bloodshot (e/c) eyes before trying to stand up, only to find her legs failing her. She quickly attempted again, gripping onto the nightstand for support but her knees buckled under her weight. The dark haired male reached forward to pick her up bridal style, placing her down on the bed beside him.

"So, what happened? Did a guy try to do something to you? Santo dio, if anything like that happened under my roof-"

"It wasn't anyone. It's just me. I have anxiety, I was dragged along here by my friends and I just couldn't handle everything. Don't get me wrong it's probably a nice party but I just hate all parties." She mumbled, looking down as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.

The olive-skinned male furrowed his perfectly groomed brows in confusion, "You don't like parties?" He quizzed.

"Never have done probably never will do. I'm one to stay at home lounging around with a book or Netflix. I just don't like crowds and deafening music." She admitted.

"Do you like drinking?" He quizzed.

"Well maybe with a few friends but not going out to drink, no." She answered. By now, he was deeply intrigued - he'd never met anyone like that before and he wanted to get to understand why she was like this. He'd turned to bring his legs up on the bed, sitting cross-legged as he faced her.

"Dancing?" He questioned, hopeful for an answer similar to one he'd give.

"Again - only with friends, not in a place full of people." She replied, looking up at him curiously through her lashes.

"Damn, ok." He said. He was so extroverted that her introverted mannerisms perplexed him.  "Why not?"

"It's the anxiety - I just find it difficult to have fun when I feel like everyone's judging me or doesn't want me there or wants to hurt me some way. It gets to a point where I can't handle it all and I just break down as I did there." She explained.

"But people don't mind if you're here, hell, they probably like seeing a new face." He reassured her.

"I know but my anxiety doesn't know that. It's like a stubborn little creature that's stuck in its ways, refusing to listen to reason and jumping at the slightest sense of danger." She laughed a little, not knowing how else to describe it. Ezio got another thought and decided to change the subject.

"What friends did you come with?" He asked.

"Anne, Mary, Aya and Kassandra." She answered.

"Well, Anne And Mary already got flat out drunk so Aya took them home and Kassandra's challenging the guys to arm wrestles but she's gonna pass out with a few more shots." He explained. "Do you have any way of getting back?"

"Oh I'll just walk, it's ok." She waved off. The honey-brown-eyed male shook his head in disapproval.

"Not this late at night in a short dress - the problem isn't you wearing the dress, it's how men see the dress and I'm sure you know what I'm getting at you're just very beautiful and look rather vulnerable. . ." He explained, feeling a little awkward.

"Oh. . ." She stopped to think, "I don't have anyone who can pick me up, could I stay here?" She quizzed. Ezio beamed a smile, his gentlemanly nature shining through.

"Of course." He spoke. "Do you want to wait out the party in my room? It's the only one with a lock and I'm sure you don't want anyone drunkenly jumping on you." He spoke as he stood up, leading her towards his room, "Believe me, it happened to my little sister once and I never heard the end of it. She's very cheeky, blackmailing me to do what she wanted so that she wouldn't tell our mother that I threw a party while she was gone." (Y/n) giggled a little while she walked along the corridor with him. He eventually led her to his surprisingly tidy room - tidy minus the clothes on the floor by the closet from where (Y/n) assumed he'd been picking out an outfit earlier on.

"Feel free to watch what you want on Netflix, get yourself comfortable, you can even wear one of my shirts if you like-" He winked, "-I'll treat you like my fidanzata while you're here." He paused in the doorway to flash a laddish smile, "I'll stay as sober as I can for you, I'm assuming you're not all that fond of drunk people." With that, he was gone and the lock was clicked from the other side despite not being designed that way - he must have turned it with a coin or something.

(Y/n) blushed a little while she sat on the edge of his bed. Did he not know that she took an Italian language class too or was he just flirting? She couldn't say that she didn't like the attention though - she was quite excited at the thought of sleeping in his bed. Was her little crush that she had on him previously developing into something a little more? She'd admire him at most chances and could imagine herself being with him but nothing ever happened because he never noticed her to show interest.

She sighed as she picked up the remote to his flat screen tv and put on one of her favourite period dramas: Medici. It was set in Florence during the renaissance following the Medici family and their influence.

She sat through half an episode before the itching at the back of her dress grew insufferable. She searched around the room for a pair of scissors to remove the label of the dress though quickly stopped her search after moving a shirt in the nightstand drawer to reveal a box of condoms. She really didn't fancy finding anything more personal so, with great reluctance, she removed her jacket, boots and dress and changed into one of Ezio's shirts. It was quite nice really, a plain shirt, a faded khaki green and the scent of his expensive cologne lingered on it. It almost reached her knees and felt ever so soft against her skin.

She laid back on the bed, exhausted from her attack earlier and let her head be embraced by the mass of soft pillows on his bed.

She found herself asleep by episode four.

Once everyone was chased out (or situated in the living room to sleep if passed out drunk), Ezio headed upstairs to his room, using the coin trick to unlock the door.

Netflix was still running on the tv and his mouth quirked up into a smile when he saw what she was watching. A popular show in Italy despite being English - yet it was all filmed in his home town, Firenze. He shut the door, locking it, then turned to face (Y/n).

Her hair was still up and her makeup a little smudged from turning in her sleep but he smiled at what she was wearing. What he said about the shirt had been hopeful thinking but it made him quite happy to see her like that.

He'd been wanting to settle with one girl for a while but most of them usually ended up being the same and ultimately not what he was looking for - girls who wanted to party and spend his money all while flirting with other men. . . It was unfortunate, really. There was a risk that he could clash with (Y/n), yes, but he was so intrigued by her and drawn to her beauty. Her arms were locked around one of his pillows, her body curled into it while her head nuzzled it occasionally.

Ezio smiled a little at how adorable she was while sleeping. He walked over to his closet to pick out some joggers to sleep in while he turned the television off.

As he was unbuckling his belt, (Y/n) stirred behind him, mumbling out: "Sicuro, sicuro. . . so che ti piace. . ." Turning in her sleep to lay on her back. Ezio's eyebrows shot up. Was she dreaming in Italian? Did she speak Italian? He knew that she was in his Italian history class but did she take the language too? How much did she know? Did she understand when he was half-joking about treating her like his girlfriend earlier?

Either way, his heart melted at hearing her (Y/o) lilted tone and he felt a little disappointed when she stopped talking again. Now dressed as he usually was for bed (shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on), he climbed in beside his guest, laying on his side to admire her. She let out a few incoherent mumbles every few minutes. She relaxed for a while before turning over to tuck her head under his chin, lacing a leg over his waist. He smiled a little at her sleeping habits before embracing her himself.

"Che cosa?" She muttered under her breath, "io-" she let out a huff before he felt her eyelashes brush against him and her breath caught in her throat. She pulled away a little to look up at him.

"Buona sera, bella." He teased. She quickly looked down at herself then up at him, beginning to realise that she had cuddled up to him in her sleep.

"Oh god, this is awkward, I'm sorry, I do weird shit in my sleep I-" Ezio cut her off with a melodious giggle, pulling her to his chest once more.

"It doesn't have to be awkward, it can't be awkward if we're asleep." He sighed against her hair, shifting a little when one of her hairpins poked painfully at his chin. (Y/n) attempted to calm her nerves. She'd never really been this close to a guy before and she most certainly wasn't denying that she was enjoying herself.

Her fingers trailed lightly over his toned chest as she wrapped her arm around him, nuzzling her head against his olive skin, hoping he couldn't feel her heart hammering in her chest. Perhaps being dragged along to that party wasn't so bad after all?

#ezio auditore #ezio auditore da firenze #ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore/ reader #modern au #assassins creed i #ac ii #ac modern au #assassins creed modern au #party au

[teecupangel]

i was thinking of ghost of tsushima and then remembered another franchise with 'assassins' in japan - sengoku basara. an its around the time of ezio's era. just something interesting to share. especially since shinobi of that era have clans that serve a lord - and there was one that her clan to serve her enemy lord. the looks when there is a group of assassin's that don't have/serve a lord.

… Nonny…

I love Sengoku Basara.

It’s so over the top and they just keep going.

I can just see Desmond going…

What.

What???

WHAT.

But, in all seriousness, if we’re going for a Sengoku Basara crossover, Ezio’s time would be the nearest (the Sengoku era technically from 15th to 16th century but Basara fuck everything up by putting the ‘main’ characters as adults around the same time period) so this could be a case of Desmond getting knocked smack in the middle of Sengoku Basara during 3’s story (known as Samurai Warriors when localized) because 3 has an English translation and it’s set between the fight between the Western and Eastern army.

This gives Desmond a more muddied place to be in because both armies sorta have dubious reasons to be considered as the ‘right’ side… sorta.

Plus, this takes Oda and Hideyoshi out of the picture, both clear ‘villains’ (although an argument could be made for Hideyoshi… sorta)

Also, this gives me an excuse to mess with Desmond’s reason for being here.

Because when he wakes up, he’s in a bed of red spider lilies and there’s a woman crying by his side. When he gets up, she calls him “Brother” and tells him that “Ichi will be good. Ichi will do as brother says.”

And Desmond is confused but also worried because it was clear that the woman (Ichi? Was her name Ichi?) was not in her right mind.

She believes he’s her brother and she has shadowy hands that come from the ground around her and…

He has no idea where he is.

Before he can get his bearings, they get attacked by an army that was passing the abandoned village they were in because they’re on their way to the next battle and it’s the Western Army so Yoshitsugu’s there and he knows just how valuable the woman with Desmond is. And Desmond just runs with Ichi because it was clear that all these weaponry is agitating the shadow hands and he doesn’t know enough to know if killing them would be a good thing.

By the end of it, Desmond is now a fugitive because he’s ‘harboring’ the last remaining Oda to the Western Army which got misunderstood as ‘kidnapping’ to the Eastern Army.

At this point, Desmond just wants to get out of here because (1) there were so many weird things happening and Desmond’s thought that maybe Ichi had a POE or ‘consumed’ a POE no longer holds any weight because everyone has powers and shit AND (2) he learned that this is around Ezio’s era so he wants to find Ezio and ask for his help about all these?

He takes Ichi with him because Ichi is a grenade and it was clear Desmond is the one holding the pin (he has no idea why???) and… yeah… he truly did want to help her.

But he is being hunted by everyone else.

Unorganized Notes:

Ichi (Oichi) sees Desmond as her brother but she never, not even once, called her ‘Nobunaga’ so it’s unclear if she sees him as Nobunaga or not. If this was in Japanese, she would be calling him ‘Onii-sama’ even though she calls Nobunaga ‘Nii-sama’ which is meant to hint that she actually doesn’t see Desmond as Nobunaga and thinks of him as someone of higher standing than Nobunaga. I don’t really know how to translate that to English though unless I start writing this with specific Japanese words…

Desmond gets powers (holy shit) and related to shadows and being able to teleport short distances for assassination (aka: Basim's teleporting assasinations). In Desmond's eyes, it feels like he's glitching to the next target, but to the eyes of everyone else, it's like he appears as a puff of black smoke and shadow-like tendrils leave his target for a few seconds. (whether this is connected to Ichi calling him 'brother' is questionable)

You can totally pair Desmond with anyone in Sengoku Basara. His relationship with Ichi is meant to be on the side of familial, as siblings or even Desmond taking on a sorta parental role.

The plot twist is that Ezio actually sails to Japan around the time Desmond actually gets a way to leave Japan (maybe by making a deal with Motochika?). He has no idea why everyone has powers but he will reunite with Desmond later on and they would realize that the Japan that Ezio knows about is definitely not the Japan they’re in. To be more exact, Ezio comes from the AC world like Desmond but, when he sailed to Japan, he was transported to Sengoku Basara’s Japan. They start to believe that their connection is what led Ezio to Desmond.

This becomes all the stranger when Ezio actually gets to Sengoku Basara by shipwreck and all he remembers is the ship he was in was sailing through a terrible storm. That clues Desmond into realizing Ezio was on his way to Masyaf.

If anyone is gonna take a side, it’s gonna be Ezio and Desmond would just go with it because he trusts Ezio.

#if you want a more… uuhhh… realistic? #heavy emphasis on the ‘?’ #video game take on the sengoku era #sengoku musou (samurai warriors) tries that #‘tries’ #it’s quite clear who my favorite character is in sengoku basara hahahaha #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #oichi #sengoku basara #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer #fic idea: sengoku basara #fic idea: crossover

[reflectionsofacreator]

Word count: 1693 | Also over on my [ao3] Set during AC2. Lizzie is not an OC. 

This one’s been eating at me, might as well post it -- it’s more of a dialogue piece than anything, similar to the intro conversations Desmond can have with Shaun or Rebecca. 

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“Well aren’t you a handsome one? Yes you are, look at how sharp your teeth are! Here, here’s some food for you…”

Desmond followed the sound of the cooing down and around the corner, to the more isolated part of the warehouse. His Animus session was wrapped up for the day, and he still had a bunch of energy to try and burn through before their dinner got here. So… off to the warehouse jungle gym it was. 

He found Lizzie sitting on the ground against a support pillar, her laptop on her thigh, and cooing at a rat, scratching it as she fed it a bit of her food. 

“You know, that’ll just make him bring his friends,” Desmond pointed out, coming around to lean against the railing. “And then we’ll have an infestation.” 

Lizzie looked up at him, blinking owlishly for a moment, and then shrugged. “He’s not hurting anyone. Besides, he needs a bit of food, he’s skinny. And I told him not to bring his friends back here, so we should be fine.” 

“You told the rat not to bring his friends here?” Desmond asked, just to clarify. 

“Mmhm,” she said, and pet the little thing on the head. It squeaked and sniffed at her, before investigating curiously for more food. “He’s smart, he knows what I mean.” 

Desmond had no idea if she was pulling his leg or being completely serious. He’d already been through so much this last week that a supposedly sentient rat barely registered. 

“Uh. Sure.” He said, and crossed his arms. “Sorry, I’m a little bit of a disadvantage here. I got to know Shaun and Rebecca some, and I know Lucy from Abstergo, but you’re kind of a mystery for me.” 

“I mean, you’ve only been here a few days, right?” She asked, smiling at him. “And I’m usually down here, instead of in the Animus room.” 

“Yeah, why is that?” Desmond asked, gesturing to the warehouse. “You don’t even have a chair down here, let alone a desk or anything. Wouldn’t you be more comfortable upstairs? With the air conditioning?” 

Lizzie laughed slightly and pet the rat again, and got it to cuddle up into her lap. The image was cute, but as a long time New Yorker Desmond wanted to tell her that it would skin her alive. 

“I’m somewhat claustrophobic,” she admitted. “I’m better than I was as a kid, but sometimes it still gets to me. The warehouse feels bigger, compared to the tiny loft. And well, Shaun and Rebecca banter so much, it’s hard to think.” 

“Yeah, that’s fair,” Desmond chuckled, and slowly came over to sit down. “I’m usually wrapped up in the Animus so I don’t hear them often, but sometimes…”

“Speaking of,” she said, and started to tap at her laptop. “ I have the first few glyphs you’ve found decoded. The ones from Subject Sixteen. There’s more to them, but I got the base encryption out of the way.” 

“Oh hey, that’s awesome!” Desmond said, grinning as he leaned over to view the laptop. On one screen was a program that seemed to be partially animus tech, and the other was an email screen. The message she had open was just filled with lines, looking like slashes or Is. 

“You read cuneiform?” He asked, lifting a brow. 

“Huh? Oh, no,” she said, and closed out of the email. Her desktop had a picture of herself from a few years ago, a younger girl, and an older teenage boy, who was covered in scars. Their features were similar enough that Desmond would bet that they were related. “Well, I can read sometimes, I studied it in college, but that’s not cuneiform, it’s Claw.” 

“Claw?” He asked, keeping an eye on the rat. 

“An alphabet my siblings and I use to talk,” she smiled. “Don’t worry, it’s encoded even through the alphabet. I doubt anyone could read it, even if they were to hack into Hephaestus.” 

“Family, huh?” He mused, and leaned back. “Does that mean you’re not a born Assassin?” 

“Nope!” She said cheerily, and sat back against the support beam. “I’m actually sort of similar to Shaun, except I got caught hacking into Hephaestus, not Abstergo. I usually operate out of home base, but Rebecca and Shaun asked me to help with this job, considering how important the Animus is.” 

“What do you usually do, then?” 

“I’m a code breaker, and a hacker,” she said, a touch of pride in her voice. “I can break any encryption, any code, if given enough time, and even then it doesn’t take me long. Hacking’s more of a required skill in the Brotherhood nowadays, so I picked it up by proxy, but code is my specialty.” 

“And I suppose that also translates to genetic code?” He asked, a wry smile on his face. 

“Now you’re getting it!” Lizzie grinned. “Though not quite—Lucy’s better at genetics than I am, but I did help her get the initial programming for turning genetic code into computer code, and digitizing it into something readable.” 

Desmond frowned at that, tilting his head. Didn’t that mean Lizzie would’ve known Lucy in college, or…? Lizzie looked a little young for that. 

At his confused glance, she chuckled. “I went to college when I was fifteen. I graduated high school when I was fourteen, got my GED and everything. I didn’t get recruited until I was about eighteen though.” 

“Yeah?” Desmond asked, feeling vaguely sick. He was sixteen when he ran, and hearing that she was barely older than that was …. unsettling. But he didn’t let it show. “What about your family? You must be close, to keep exchanging emails even in the Brotherhood.” 

Lizzie grimaced, and scratched the rat in her lap. “Gregor isn’t happy with me, yeah. Thinks I’ve thrown away my life for some stupid reason. Boots thinks it’s great, but she doesn’t understand what I do. She thinks I just travel.”

“Boots?” He laughed, shaking his head. “That’s great. Gotta say, though, your brother might be onto something. Being an Assassin isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.” 

“That’s why you ran away?” She asked, lifting a brow at him. Shaun had made it judgemental, but she didn’t, strangely enough. “Most everyone’s heard about how you left the Farm when you were a teenager.” 

Desmond shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. Normal civilians would’ve seen it as defensive, or hiding, but to Assassins it was a non-threatening gesture, a willingness to talk. “Thought I was being raised in a cult, and that everyone was a liar.” 

Lizzie quirked an eyebrow at him. “... Gregor thinks that too.” 

“Your brother’s probably right,” he said lightly. “I may be here because I want to get back at those Abstergo bastards, but… doesn’t change how the Assassins are run. He sounds like a smart kid.” 

Lizzie smiled at that, looking down at the rat in her lap and scratching his ears once again. She didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking so hard that Desmond could practically hear it. 

“I figured…” She started, her voice trailing off. 

“Figured what? Use your skills for something good, or something like that?” Desmond asked, and just barely managed to keep the laugh out of his voice. He still wasn’t sure if the Assassins were doing good, more just… Trying to stop things from getting worse. 

“Well, something like that,” Lizzie admitted, looking away to the warehouse. Her voice was quiet, melancholy, even. “I’ve done a lot of good with my skills before, so I thought I might as well throw my lot in with some to try and do even more good. I watched my brother and little sister get caught up in a lot of stuff, unable to get away, and I hated it. It had already claimed our father, and even our mom. I wanted to be the last one to stick it out, until I couldn’t, not anymore, and I was swept up into everything, trying to prevent a war, or at least prevent some more losses.” 

Desmond stared at her, feeling slightly out of his depth. But something about the way she talked called to him and the way he had seen Altair, and now Ezio, got thrown into situations out of their control. Grand and oppressive, leaving scars on both sides. 

“So I got involved,” she shrugged, still staring out over the warehouse. Her eyes skimmed over the boxes, clearly thinking about something else. Maybe even seeing something else. “I learned a lot, helped save a lot of lives by using my talents. Codebreakers like me were as rare as trees, or so the saying goes.” 

“That…. Doesn’t make any sense,” Desmond said, laughing a little to cover his nervousness. Reflexively, he looked, and Looked again. She was blue, just like Lucy, Shaun, and Rebecca, but he couldn’t shake the odd feeling. 

“Not here, no,” she said, smiling softly. “Don’t worry about it. Long, long story short… I want to help. I’m good at it. Gregor… He sort of got thrown into it, without meaning to, and he still has scars for it. Understandably, he doesn’t want me to get hurt.”

“Maybe you should listen to him,” Desmond said quietly, so not to let his words echo up to the loft above. 

“Yeah, maybe,” she said, and looked down at the rat in her lap. He yawned and rolled over to get more comfortable, little paws sticking up in the air. “But, Desmond, could you live with yourself if you had the ability to do something good, and then just… not do it?” 

Desmond looked down at his hand, lifting it up to stare at his left ring finger. It felt weird to have it, somehow. He flexed his fingers, and automatically tried to trigger his hidden blade. The fact that the last one he touched was a modern ceramic one in the Farm when he was fifteen didn’t even factor, really, he just missed the comforting weight of a bracer. 

“You know?” He murmured, looking at her over his fist. “I think I’m going to find out, one way or another.” 

#Assassin's Creed #underland chronicles #Desmond Miles #lizzie campbell #creator writes #fanfic #welcome to the crossover only i will find interesting #tuc fandom consists of 8 people and a broken sword so like #if you're out there #posts this in the dead of night and runs

[harveywritings92]

Someone flirts/asks you out in front of them: Ezio,Connor,Jacob,Arno

Ezio Auditore [modern Au] : You were a temporary sub for the local high-school while the math teacher was on early maternity leave, due to getting  sick...And due to your young and pretty appearance, these over hormonal charged teens were smitten with you! Well the boys are anyway...

the girls on the other hand, were very passive aggressive towards you! in their young developing minds they saw every little praise or smile as you hitting on or attempting to steal their crushes. So, of course you'd find someone had vandalized your desk or left a message on your blackboard calling you a very colorful name, of course one of the boys would jump over their desk in a heartbeat to clean up the mess or tattle on whoever did it.

Needless to say You found the whole thing hilarious! You thought if the girls were upset now, they'll be royally destroyed once they find out who you're married to! that was until Travis transferred to your class He was tall, blond, and had blue eyes and was very good looking...Well at least to a teenage girl's perspective, To you? he was another pimply faced teen with a crush, He'd often offered to help with carry boxes, clean up after class, and was always volunteering to get something for you.

His flirting wasn't subtle either more then often you have to duck or walk around to avoid him touching you, since that was big no-no in the school [unless he was dying you can't touch him and vice versa] that and he started asking for your number and address to hang out, You shot him down everytime, even made sure to mention your husband and flashed your ring a few times, but the blond was persistent! then the rumor started that Travis was planning to ask you out after class was floating around... Maybe he'd get the hint if he saw you with Ezio?

3rd pov 

Y/n pretty much clung to her husband after explaining the situation to him, Ezio downplayed at first thinking she was just overreacting, "He's a kid Mi Bella, they get crushes all the time!" He said trying to calm her nerves, But seeing how shaken up his wife was, caused his protective instincts to go on high alert! right as her class was ending everyone who had heard what Travis was planning stuck around curious to see where it goes.

Y/n was on edge Ezio was late and Travis was eagerly waiting for the bell, which went off as she felt a bead of sweat fall of her chin, she watched the blond teen get up Y/n tried not to cringe as he approached her desk. "Hey, Miss L/n." purred leaning on her desk she wince hearing his voice crack a little.

"Hi Travis." Y/n said trying to back away from him trying not to gag he was wearing way too much axe. "I wondering if you wanted to go out, maybe see a movie or something." he muttered looking her up and down before the y/hc teacher could open her mouth a smooth Italian voice answered "Well it depends what are we going to watch?~" Travis jumped back in shock that it wasn't Y/n's cute voice answering him and saw Mr. Auditore standing in the doorway large bouquet in hand. 

"Wh-what?" Travis sputtered out confused as the Italian teacher walked over to Y/n's desk handing her the flowers kissed her on the cheek, then turned to the gobsmacked teen. "I said what are we..." he gestured the three of them. "You, me and my wife. what are we going watch? Hopefully nothing R Rated or keeps you up passed your bedtime, it's a school night after all." Ezio said in a matter of factly way, But it was obvious he was teasing the boy causing the other students to snicker, once they got over their shock, Travis's face turned red with embarrassment. 

When he heard Miss L/n was actually a Mrs. he pictured some plain nerdy looking dude... Not Ezio frickin' Auditore! the Italian history teacher and to quote the girls "The sex-bomb of [School-name] high!" His ego deflated immediately crush fucking over! he can't compete with that! Travis left the class with his tail between his legs... 

Connor Kenway [Cannon Time]: [This the albino Reader from my Connor Oneshot]

Otsi'tsa was looking trough some documents an apprentice had pocketed from a templar envoy, she used a candle to see in there was hidden message or code was written in invisible ink, when she heard footsteps coming up the steps to the library, she briefly glanced up to see the newest Novice to join the creed standing in the door watching her. 

The albino cocked brow at the young man curiously. "What can I do for you John?" she hummed as the man glanced around to make sure they were alone, He hadn't noticed Connor obscured by the book shelf. "Miss Y/n I have to confess something." He put his hand on her shoulder the native woman tensed, and slowly looked at the black haired novice like.

 *what the hell, why are you touching me?...

He didn't seem to notice her discomfort "What?" She said trying to shrug his hand off. "I liked you for a while now, And I'd like to perhaps court you..." the white haired woman gawked at him in disbelief before finding her voice. "...I..o-oh, I'm sorry." his hopeful expression dropped. "but... I'm already spoken for." Y/n explained confusing the novice farther he hadn't heard of or seen any signs of miss Y/n in courtship with another? "You..With who?" the green eyed man demanded.

A loud bang caused John to jolt, he looked behind him and saw Master Connor standing by the center table; with a stack of heavy books he'd slammed down on the table lips curled into a snarl. "That would be me..." Connor hiss as he scrutinized the novice who still hadn't taken his hand off his woman the green eyed man saw the way his mentor was eyeing his hand on the albino woman's shoulder, the larger man's eyes darkened with a very clear message. 

*Take it off or else I'll rip it off..* 

John withdrew his hand like Otsi'tsa was made of hot iron and apologized before scurrying away as soon he was sure John was gone Y/n was suddenly pulled into tight hug by  Ratonhnhaké:ton He started talking to her in Kanienʼkéha "You wouldn't leave me for a man like John, would you?" He croaked warily the Albino looked at him surprised. "No, never! I made a promise to you, And I intend to keep it."  Her fiancee smirked before suddenly latching his to her collarbone.

She squeaked feeling him nip and suck on a sensitive spot before pulling away from her looking satisfied. "That should tell unwanted guests to back off for a while." He hummed in english giving her a peck on the forehead before setting her down and leaving, Otsi'tsa's whole body had turned pink as she threw her hand over the mark Ratonhnhaké:ton left on her neck.            

Jacob Frye [Modern AU]: [Reader is Bi and the girl is an ex]

"Oh, fuck me sideways!" Y/n groaned in annoyance as Jacob pulled away from her small baby bump; ever since she told he was going to be a father Jacob makes sure to talk to and cuddle her belly every chance he gets, his hazel eyes scanned the park ​​​​​​to see what's got his wife riled up, and saw this fake tanned blond woman looking their way. "Friend of yours?" He asked unsure Blondie didn't seem the type Y/n would associate herself with, the y/hc woman snorted in disgust. "Hardly, that's Vanessa she and I dated for while..." She mumbled knowing Jacob doesn't like discussing exes.

"For how long a while?" the brown haired man pressed. "three years then she ghosted me, found out through a mutual that she had been seeing some rich bloke..."Y/n told him how the blond had gotten married that man who was like thirty years older than them, while just a week before she told Y/n marriage was stupid, the y/ec woman cussed as her ex seem to recognize her. "Turns out she never cared about me, I was just her string along if sugar daddy ever dumped her ass." Jacob looked pretty pissed that someone had the audacity to do such a thing to his wife, and gonna ask if she wanted to go home, but a nasally voice cut in. "Y/n, oh my god! I haven't you been returning my calls babe?" Vanessa rudely pushed herself between Jacob and the pregnant woman. 

"I tried your apartment and some old creeper opened the door." She whined as Y/n cringed bemused. "I move outta that flat six yea-" The blond put her figure over the y/nat woman's lips and shushed her. "That's nice honey, I'm talking now!" she started gave the y/ht the run that her husband croaked and left all his money to his gross kids, the blonds lips curled in disgusted as she mentioned her step children, how dare he?! such selfish asshole then turned to Y/n with her fake smile.

"But I know my little n/n will never do that me.~" she purred trying to kiss her the h/c leaned away from the skinny woman who was confused when she felt something on her stomach and saw Y/n's pregnant belly "Ew, what the fuck is that, Why are you so fat?!" Vanessa demanded in disgust as she shoved her away, luckily the y/nat caught herself before she fell off the bench and Y/n saw Jacob's lips do that little twitch when he's about to fuck shit up.

Before Vanessa could try something else she was suddenly tossed off the bench and she hit the ground with a yelped, then looked up to see a pissed off Jacob holding Y/n bridal style whiles glowering at the gold digging tramp, who was about to demand his name only for him to bark "Shut up!" the blond flinched at his tone as Y/n carefully rubbed her belly. "Now you listen here and you listen well you plastic tart, Y/n isn't your bloody meal-ticket anymore..." He growled enjoying the blonde squirm like a child who just got caught stealing cookies.

"She moved on married and happy..." His lips formed thin as people were watching. "And if you or anyone wants my wife, they'll have to go through me." he hissed before carrying Y/n out of the park and away from her toxic ex who just sat there gawking at the man's back, Jacob carried her all the way to their car he opened the backseat and climbed in with her still his arms and closed the doors and just held her...she felt his hand slip under her shirt and feel her belly. "Mine..." he sighed kissing her forehead. 

          Arno Dorian [Cannon time]: 

Arno was free running in the city being careful as he kept out of her sight if his wife knew he was following her, she'd have his head on a pike! It not like hasn't Y/n hasn't gone out alone before! She can handle herself, he's never had any problems with it before! It was just different now...this was the first time Y/n had gone out for a walk a month since giving birth to their daughter, said babe was currently napping whilst carefully wrapped save and snug in a sling against her mother's chest...

So, of course Arno was wary he just wanted to make sure his girls were okay! It was fifteen minutes in when Arno spotted him. A man following his wife, The assassin had see the man before! but Arno couldn't quite place where... He managed to get closer and realized it was one of his novices! what could they possibly want with Y/n? she was civilian not an enemy!

He followed for while before doing leap of faith into a hay pile neither Y/n or the novice had noticed the master assassin who was listening to conversation. "Uh, Bonjour madame!" the younger assassin greeted Y/n who jumped from the sudden voice , and subconsciously held her daughter closer. "Who are you?" Y/n ask as she scrutinized the hooded stranger. who staring at her nervously Arno could see and blush from under the gray hood...his stomach churned when he realized what was happening. just then D/n's eyes looked over at the hay and she got fussy.

Y/n didn't notice as her eyes were trained on the assassin in front of her who introduced himself as Rodrick. "And what do you want Mr. Rodrick?" she asked still cautious as the gray hooded, shifted uncomfortably. "I've seen at the cafe a lot, I enjoy your singing.." Her brows furrowed as she thanked him still lost on where this red bearded man was going with this. "I was wondering if you would be interested and in perhaps g-going out with me?" he stammered at little as the y/ht woman's brows shot up to her hairline.

"I'm sorry I misheard you..." He shook his head now hopeful and a bit more brave. "You do realize I married, right?" she pointed at her ring the man's demeanor hadn't change. "And yet he let's you wander the streets alone and never once seen you preform, tell me what kind of husband does that?" Y/n frowned and sighed as agreeing with him as she looked down at D/n little brown eyes that mirrored her father's blinked tiredly at her before closing again. "Maybe you should ask him..." she then looked up at the rooftops. "Arno?" she called out to her husband Rodrick blanched as figure rose out of the hay pile whilst glaring at daggers at the red bearded novice who just realized he tried to steal his mentor's wife!? 

"M-master Dorian! I-I though she I- didn't know she was yours!" Rodrick stumbled over his words trying to apologize as the master came up beside he wife with a stern expression. "I think you need to leave, now." Arno growled the gray clad novice didn't need to be told twice! and ran disappearing into the crowds, Arno made a mental note of dealing with him later, He then turned to his wife intrigued and bemused.

"How did you know I was following you?"

"I didn't...D/n did."

" What...how?"

"I don't know how, but she always knows when her papa's nearby..."

Arno's heart sped up at the prospects that his daughter may have his gift and wonders what future she'll have when that time comes? But for now he opted to just finish having an afternoon walk with his girls. 

#assassin's creed x reader #Ezio auditore x reader #connor kenway x reader #jacob frye x reader #arno dorian x reader #scenario #assassin's creed

[unabashedrebel]

Top 10 Characters

In no particular order

1) Lara Croft (Tomb Raider) Can I just say that I love how the reboots, both the movie and the new trilogy of games were phenomenal as a long time fan of this character? They did her right. They focused on her origins, how she came to be this mythic Tomb Raider who delves into the greatest mysteries of the world while fighting against an evil Illuminati type organization.

But she always has tenacity. She always has grit. She’s not always sure of herself, or her abilities, but still continues to do it anyways because it’s the right thing to do. Not to mention I love the whole cultured rich girl who gets her hands dirty literally all the time. I’ve loved everything about her characterization in the last few years.

2) Really the entire FF7 cast but; Tifa Lockhart (FF7) Is anyone actually surprised by this one? Look at my blog. It’s pretty Tifa-rific lately. Honestly I have no good excuse for this, I can’t actually trace back what the reason was that started me on really liking her character. Basically because she’s been my video game wife since I was about 10 years old.

I guess, if I really thought about it, I enjoy her realness. She’s an optimist but not fully in your face about it, she promotes kindness, she’s the mom friend. Always looking out for everyone else at the expense of herself. They’re traits that I really admire in people, and you know what? It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that maybe those feelings were in part brought on by a video game character from my childhood. Not only that but I’ve always loved the story thread with her about the conflict she faces in doing what she believes is the right thing, and the fallout that ensues.

Not only that but she’s a fucking badass.

3) Spider-Man (Peter Parker, Marvel) Shout to to the most relatable super-hero ever created. I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that Spider-man is a staple of New York, even if he’s fictional. He’s just... boiled down to that essence of a Queens kid. It’s amazing as someone from around this area.

But seriously, I think I like Peter the most because he really is relatable. He really does worry about the same things I find myself worrying about. He really does shoot out quips like that’s his super power. He really does try and do whats right regardless of what others think. He’s conflicted, he’s unsure of himself, he’s been granted this great power and feels the need to go out and help people with it, and again at great personal expense. He’s, to me? What a hero should be.

I guess I like him so much because I see a lot of myself in him. I can relate and put myself in those shoes. I can relate my experiences to his, and i’m not talking about getting bit by a radioactive spider. I’m talking about the human side to Peter Parker. His stresses when he’s out of the tights.

4) Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher, and again I love all the characters Geralts just tops. Ciri was a close second.) Yeah, yeah call me out and say ‘someone just binged’. YOU KNOW WHAT MAYBE I DID FOR THE SECOND TIME YOU CANT STOP ME.

Seriously though. For a character who does not like being social? Geralt is so beautifully written for. Fun fact, I haven’t actually played the games save for the half way through 2 and the intro to 3. But I read the first novel and I’m working my way through the second, and Geralt? He’s a man of few words. But when he does speak? Everybody fucking listens.

5) Kassandra (AC: Odyssey) Uhhhh, first women to win the wrestling Olympics? How could I not.

As a long time fan of Assassins Creed and the wonderfully written characters that I have been lucky enough to get to know as protagonists? Kassandra takes the cake. She was blunt, sassy, smart, and took nobodies shit. Forever has she branded the word Misthios in my head with that Greek twang. To the point where I get excited when I hear it.

Maybe it was a mix of being in the Ancient Greek world with her, another one of my favorites. But there was just something about her character that stuck out to me. Something I haven’t seen in their writing since Ezio.

6) Joel (The Last of Us) How the fuck could I not love the gruff and sad dad?

Dude the characters in this game were so insanely well done. Like you could literally tell that, besides the fact that it was an amazingly fun game? The dev team TRULY cared about the story, the reception, and the buildup.

Lets be real. That first scene with him when everything starts is about as heartbreaking as it comes. It sets you up to really accept that this man has lost everything, that he no longer cares about anything but survival, because he’s already learned that when you care? Those things can be easily taken away.

He’s cold. He’s quick. He’s capable. He’s ignorant to everyone else. Right up until he meets Ellie and that little girl begins to peel back the layers and show that Joel, under it all, is actually a pretty good guy who has been dealing with his trauma by building up walls.

All and all? I would recommend anyone playing this game just to see the transition of Joel. Ellie, as well, by no small measure. But Joel’s growth was one of my favorite things to ever watch unfold in a game.

7) Revan (Star Wars) Okay so I know this ones a bit obscure. He was actually featured as a protagonist of one of Star War, in my opinion, best roleplaying games. 

Basically I love this character because I think he actually GETS the whole thing. The cults. He doesn’t really subscribe to either of them, rather he’s used them to further his own goals. Which you know, as an RPG you get to chose, usually I like to chose he did what he did for the right reasons. Because the Jedi were failing the people they had to protect. Because he couldn’t stand by and watch a war be fought while they deliberated what to do. He never fully reasoned with the Sith, and as far as I knew didn’t quite care to share their extremist values. Frankly, he’s by far been the best representation to what I feel is a very opinionated debate in Star Wars: Why chose either side? They both suck in their own ways.

He saw passed all that, started a movement, started a war of ideologies when the universe was still young enough to hear those kinds of debates play out.

His story will forever be one of my absolute favorites in Star Wars.

8) Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars) If you haven’t watched the Clone Wars animated series and you’re a fan of Star Wars? What the fuck are you doing. This character alone is enough to justify the 7 season watch.

The Padawan of Anakin Skywalker. How can that go wrong, right? Actually, Ahsoka is one of the reasons I began to like Anakin in the first place. The whole series shows a different side to characters we love, honestly, you got to see Anakin be the best Jedi general anyone had ever seen. You got to see him train this young woman into an incredible Jedi, and honestly? The younger sister relationship that Ahsoka has with Anakin is just so well done.

But beyond that there’s so much to love about Ahsoka. If you haven’t caught the theme, I really do love strong characters who still have flaws. Who still have a lot to learn. Who make mistakes. But even after she had, never once did Ahsoka give up on what she believed in. Her values, in the end, proving to be stronger to her then the values instilled by the Jedi, even if they aligned.

My favorite thing is that you got to see her journey, literally from a learning padawan to a fully fledged Jedi badass. 

If we don’t get an Ahsoka series on Disney+ I’m gonna be pissed.

9) Nathan Drake (Uncharted) Cheeky rogue with a heart of gold that often gets by on sheer luck alone.

Need I say more?

10) Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer) Okay, so don’t really expect many people to know this one.This character is the main protagonist in an anime that has literally taken all my attention. From the animation, to the story, to the undeniable ways in inspires me to write Sori.

Tanjiro, perhaps, is the driving force behind this. I just love this kid okay? He started out as NOTHING. Literally, nothing. He fought against overwhelming odds, knowing full well he would die, to save his sister. And in that moment? The person he was fighting let him go. He then sent him down the path of becoming a demon slayer.

This kid, who as far as I know was part of a large family of commoners gave everything he had to training his body to fight demons. Every time he stumbled, he found the strength to continue. He never gives up. He learns, he thinks, he’s a smart kid with this absolute bottomless well of determination.

I don’t want to ruin the plot of the anime too much because honestly this has been my favorite thing since Dragonball Super. You should go watch it. I promise you will understand right off the bat why I love this character so much.

I was tagged by: @serelia-evensong​ @safrona-shadowsun

Gonna tag: @draenei-tales​ @wildname​ @zeehva​ @ravensteel​ @fair-fae​ @monster-of-master​ @palaceofthedeadmemes​ @zariasilverleaf​ @starforger​ @asharinhun​ 

I’m also not sorry this is a long post. How dare you ask me to talk about shit I love.

[creednight]

No Place Like Home

Yes, you read that right. This is Chapter 11. Chapter 10 here. Don’t get too excited I’m just getting back into this. So have a filler.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

    You wake with a start and glance at the clock next to your bed. “It’s 6 in the morning!” 

    The door creaks open and you hear Connor’s laughter. “It’s spring break, I’m back. Let’s go.”

    “Where?” you sit up and ruffle your hair. “And why so early?”

    “I have lots of stuff planned,” he kneels beside the bed and places a hand on it. “The Jeep is all packed, I made some snacks, everyone else will join us this afternoon. But this morning is you and I.”

    “Oooh,” you wiggle your brows at him. His face reddens and he uses his hands to cover his cheeks. “I’m kidding!”

    “I’ll be waiting downstairs,” he gets to his feet in seconds before dashing out her door. 

    A smile grows on your face at his antics. You fall back on your bed with a happy sigh before rolling out of bed and getting ready for the day. You sort through your closet pulling out clothes for all situations. Since it’s supposed to be hot out, you pull on your bathing suit under some shorts, a loose tank top and a light cardigan. 

    You grab a beach bag from below your bed and fill it with clothes, socks, sandals, sunscreen, your water bottle and anything else you deem necessary and head out. 

    In the kitchen, Connor avoids eye contact but slides a plate with half a large breakfast sandwich on it and nods at you to take it. He holds up his to yours before taking the biggest bite you’ve ever seen. 

    “Where are we going first?” you ask as he grabs his keys and marches towards the door. You notice he doesn’t look tired and it makes you frown. “Why are you used to waking up so early? Do you ever sleep in?”

    “I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” he replies between food. 

    You stop in your tracks, as funny as you think it is, for some reason it hits you harder than you expected. In the doorway, you watch him hustle down the steps wondering why it bugs you. He pauses at the bottom and turns back, his dark eyes light and playful turn serious when he sees the look on your face. 

    He’s back in an instant. “What’s wrong?”

    “I-I don’t know,” you blink at him. “Sorry, I got sad all of a sudden.”

    “I was kidding,” he brings to fingers to pretend to pinch your nose. “I won’t die on you, (y/n).”

    You blush at your overreaction. “I know. Come on, let’s go already.”

    He grins, takes your bag and jogs over to the car. You follow him with a little more pep in your step and climb in the passenger side without a care in the world. Connor takes the driver’s seat and off you two go. He plays the radio and time seems to fly by, one second it’s 6:30 and the next it’s 8 and you’re staring at the most beautiful mountainside. 

    “You want me to hike?” you groan as he opens your door. 

    “It’s a short hike,” he laughs. 

    You can’t help but laugh as well and follow his lead as he pulls on his hiking pack and marches towards the trail. The sun shines down on the two of you as you watch the scenery change and grow bigger. Animals skirt the edges of the dirt trail, birds cry out overhead and you hear the sounds of a river nearby. 

    After all that excitement, fresh air makes you feel lighter and happier. Connor tells you about the land, teaching you tricks to find your way when you’re lost and how to pick trees that are easy to climb. He passes you snacks along the way and stops for water breaks every half hour until you reach a spot with a gorgeous view. 

    “Whoa,” you whisper as trees fill your vision and a lake gleams in the distance. “This is so beautiful.”

    “I like to hang around out here sometimes,” Connor digs around in his pack. “Stand over there, I’m going to take a picture.”

    “Only if you take a selfie with me,” you retort. 

    “Yes ma’am,” he responds with his camera ready. 

    He gets his photos and you pulls him to your side and hold up the phone. You twist and turn it, trying to get his large frame in. “Why are you built like this? Were you a large baby?”

    He bursts out laughing and takes your phone from you. “I’m not telling.”

    His angles work much better and you guys head back down the trail. With the day just starting, you find yourself smiling bigger and bigger. He takes you kayaking around in a large lake, another walk and then to town for lunch. By the time it’s 1, he finally takes you in the direction of the beach. 

    “The others have a spot, they’re excited to see you,” he explains. 

    “You mean, Ezio and Jacob are excited to see me,” you laugh. 

    He rolls his eyes. “And Evie, and Arno.”

    “It’s going to be great!”

    “(y/n), love!” Jacob waves you over to their line of towels. “Get your clothes, we’re going to play volleyball.”

    “That’s not how you get a woman’s clothes off, you animal,” Ezio glares at Jacob. He gets to his feet and trots over, giving you a full view of his delicious body. “You have to do it like this.”

    Connor steps in front of you, blocking the italian from getting to you. “Let’s just have some fun, right? No need to get (Y/N)’s clothes off.”

    “But that’s part of the fun!” Arno hoots while holding up a volleyball. “Who’s playing?”

    You’ve never seen so many grown men try to outdo each other so hard in your life. All the muscles attract hordes of people to the match as they run around and smack the ball. Ezio and Jacob strike the most ridiculous of poses to get you to look at their bodies for as long as possible. Connor is a beast at the game, he stands at the height of the net and blocks any attempts of a spike.

    You and Evie dip out an hour into their repeated challenges and head into the water. It’s so nice to feel the waves push and pull around you. Evie stays close and then tugs you along as the men arrive to cause a commotion. 

“Gotcha,” Ezio pulls you close and hoists you above his shoulder. “I got her boys!”

“Hold up,” Jacob comes up and pulls you from Ezio onto his shoulder after a nice shove to the chest. “I have her.”

“No, no, no,” Arno walks up and pinches Jacob’s nipple. While the british man is in pain, he picks up (Y/N) and holds her bridal style. “Come with me.”

He turns around and you bump into Connor. His dark eyes gleam in the sunlight as he glares down at Arno, arms crossed over his toned chest. You giggle as Arno places you in his waiting hands. Your skin, already on fire from being handled by everyone, turns electric as Connor holds you in his embrace. 

“Actually,” Evie taps Connor on the shoulder. “My turn.”

He tenses at her icy stare and passes you with no argument. 

A blush forms on your face as Evie’s arms hold you with surprising strength and she presses a kiss to your cheek. “There we go.”

    The boys start a playful brawl in the water that leaves you drenched and feeling weaker than ever. Eventually the sun starts to go down so everyone starts to pack up. Connor gets your things situated while you change into comfy clothes and buys you a fruity drink from a stand. 

    Dinner is a breeze of laughter and stories you can’t believe happened and how any of the people, Evie included, are alive. Your eyes begin to droop and one by one your roommate head out to their cars. They give your cheeks a peck as they walk by Connor’s Jeep, Jacob tries to prolong it, but Evie pulls him away to have her turn. Ezio winks after his and Arno goes for your forehead. 

    “They’re really testing the waters,” Connor comments while opening your door. “Come on, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

    “That was so much fun today,” you slur while climbing in. 

    Connor buckles you in, as if you were a child, and rounds the car to get in. “I’m glad you had fun.”

    “I still have a week of break left, you know,” you remind him with a yawn. 

    “Today is all I had,” he laughs. 

    The drive home is a blurr for you. Connor plays gentle music in the background and hums along while you fall in and out of sleep. Once home, you feel his arms encircle you and lift you out of the car, again like you’re a child, and takes you into the house. Murmurs sounds from all around, but you can’t tell who is who. 

    Finally you feel the warm gentleness of your bed and you smile. “Connor?”

    “Hmm?”

    You sit up, waving your arms at him to come closer, and grab his face. You peck both cheeks and smile. “Thank you so much.”

    “Anything for you, (Y/N),” he whispers back and you feel some warmth on your cheek. “Get some rest.”

    You think you say something but you’re passed out by the time your head hits your pillow with a smile on your face.

#No Place Like Home

[kisstheassassins]

How would the Assassins handle a significant other who was terrified of heights?

One of the many reasons right here why I would not make a good assassin c’: Mah babes will be disappointed in me …

Altair:

No big deal to him. Everyone is afraid of something.

Although if you’re an Assassin, this may be troubling.

You will have to tell him up front that you’re afraid of heights, otherwise he’ll just go on his way and not realize.

He invited you to sit up on the rooftops with him, and when you profusely refused he then realized “Oh, you’re afraid of heights.”

Just kinda shrugs and remembers from now on to not take you anywhere too high.

If he thinks there’s some sort of ledge he will check it out first and help you down if needed. He will warn you before making his way down.

Ezio:

Doesn’t find out till last minute. 

“Y/n! Come take a look at this!”

You go closer and realize you’re on the edge of a fckin cliff.

You freak.

As does Ezio.

He’s more careful from then on, checking to make sure there’s no drop and to help you down if needed.

Connor:

Should you wish to try and get over your fear, he will try his best to help you. It’s gonna be hard keeping up with him, especially since he’s so fast in the trees.

If there’s a route that requires to go a certain height, he will find a new path just for you.

You should probably tell him up front about it, or else he will never figure out.

It doesn’t bother him.

He will hold your hand or stick close so you don’t topple over if you’re on a cliff or something.

Desmond:

Shit, after that big ass jump of the crane on top of the sky scraper even he’s a lil nervous when it comes to big places.

He doesn’t want you on big heights anyways. Nervous boi when you do.

Gives Shaun hell, or anyone for that matter, if they make fun of you for being scared of heights.

Gets your full focus on him as he tries to calm you down, either with a hug or a long kiss.

Usually works.

Edward:

He’s not afraid of heights, but he doesn’t like them either. He prefers his sea legs.

“Maybe you should stay here, love. It’ll be safer for you.”

Forgets to be gentlemanly at times. Sometimes you don’t get a hand to help you down. 

He prefers the direct approach, or the quickest, but for you’ll he’ll try to find a way around the current path.

Arno:

That’s fine. He’d prefer you away from heights anyways. He gets nervous just by watching you step on a ladder to get something out of the cupboard.

You could slip and get a broken arm (not likely)

He’ll make sure to check and see if it’s high or not, whatever is in front of you.

If so, he’ll grab your hand and warn you and help you down gently, most likely bridal style just to be dramatic. 

And it’s France. Unless you’re up in the mountains somewhere, why you need to be anywhere up high?

Jacob:

He might chuckle at first but when you have your first panic attack because of some place that you two were standing then he takes it seriously.

Like Arno, why would you be on the rooftops? So he never expects you to be afraid of heights.

But then he takes you on a balcony to sit and drink, and then you freak, and then he apologizes for being an ass about it. 

Doesn’t joke about it at all afterwards.

Evie:

“I apologize, I didn’t know.” If she happens to take you somewhere and you freak out because of the height because you never told her.

“Thank you for telling me, love. I’ll bare it in mind the next time we go somewhere.” If you tell her beforehand.

If you’re getting nervous of where you are, she’ll catch on quick, and avert your attention to her, blocking your view of whatever scale you’re on.

She’s very good at averting you from your fear.

Bayek:

“Look at this view (y/n)! Why are you standing so far away? Come, come!”

“I can see it well enough from here, thank you.”

Ahhhhh. You’re afraid of heights. 

Never ever ever ever ever brings your anywhere that’s too high. He’ll always check it out before bringing you closer.

“Do you think you can make it down here? If I helped you?”

Even the slightest hint of nervousness he tries to find a better route.

He’s a good boyfriend. 100/10.

Alexios:

Misses multiple signs that you’re afraid.

“What’s wrong? Why are you way back there? We need to keep moving.”

“Alexios, I’m afraid to go down you twat.”

OH.

He then immediately comes to your aid. 

He too, is also a worrywart afterwards whenever your up somewhere high. He will try to physically block you from getting to close to a ledge, and will help you wherever, whenever.

All these hills and cliffs, it’s like he’s handcuffed to you. Never too far away in case something happens. 

Kassandra:

Notices your nervousness more quickly than her brother does.

Will pick you up bridal style to help you down. 

Tries to find a safer route for you if she can.

“Please, stay here. Do not venture further without me. I will find another way.”

Will always have a hold of you somehow when going downwards, just in case.

Callum:

Prefers you to stay on the ground anyways.

“Let me go first.”

Gentleman. Always has your hand while scaling heights.

Will not force you. Just be patient until he returns from wherever he went off to.

Will hug you or kiss you if you have a panic attack.

#lotsa stabby babies #ask #answer #ac #assassins creed #assassin x reader #altair #ezio #desmond miles #connor kenway #Edward kenway #arno dorian #Jacob frye #evie frye #bayek #alexios #kassandra #callum lynch

[sunflowercandie]

I was tagged by @atreefullofstars and @feral-anarchy ! Thank you guys!

1. Do you make your bed? Usually no, only after I clean my room or when I have company coming over. Other than that, to me, there really is no point I know I’m just going to mess is up again.

2. Favorite number? Number 10! 10 has been my favorite number since I was three, I think. Don’t ask me why it’s my favorite, I don’t really know I just like it a lot.

3. What’s your job? I’m a cashier at the local grocery store.

4. If I could would I go back to school? Absolutely not xD. Doing school work and having to sit for too long and tests and studying honestly freaks me out and gives me anxiety, despite the fact that I am in college. I would if I could relive the fun moments of middle school and high school, but the stress and depression and ptsd that comes with it is just not worth it.

5. Can you parallel park? Nope, i avoid it like the plague. I probably could be really good at it if I tried, but I know that if I do everyone is going to be watching me attempt to get into this tiny space and asdfghjhgfds and honestly its just better to find another spot, even if it’s two blocks away.

6. A job people would be surprised I had? I worked at a day care center for a summer in 2015.

7. Do you think aliens are real? Of course! What, do you really think that in our universe, with billions of different galaxies that are home to trillions of different planets, out of all of those our earth is the only one that has life on it’s surface? Yeah, right, sure xD

8. Can you drive a standard car? I’m not really sure what this means by ‘standard’ but if you mean automatic then yes, I can. But if you mean a stick-shift no I absolutely can not. My cousin gave me my first car, which was a Honda CR-V, but I couldn’t drive it because it had a stick-shift. I tried really hard to learn and get it down but I could just never figure it out. I was so sad when we had to sell the car for an automatic, mainly because it was a really nice car. It had a table! In the trunk! How many car’s do you know of that comes with a freaking table?

9. What’s your guilty pleasure? Sleeping 12+ hours. It’s a love hate relationship, really. Cause I can sleep for a really long time and it’s nice and I have crazy dreams and I catch up on some missed out sleep but suddenly it’s 3 pm and I’ve missed half the day and didn’t even wake up once. I could probably miss a whole day by sleeping if I tried hard enough. It’s both a blessing and a curse, and I secretly love and hate it.

10. Tattoos? I don’t have any tattoos yet, but I have a plan to have tattoos of outlines of tiny stars and constellations on my shoulders with invisible ink inside the stars that only show up in black light. I think that would be really cool, like “I hold the weight of the universe on my shoulders, but I can still find ways to shine bright despite dark circumstances.” I think a tattoo like that would describe me and my life perfectly. On the other hand, I also want to get a tattoo of like something really dumb hidden on my body and then to show a bestie one day and be like ‘look at this ehehehehe’ and then burst into laughter or smthn.

11. Favorite color? I remember fighting with my brother about this when I was like 3 or 4, that my favorite color was yellow, and he said it couldn’t be because that was his favorite color and we couldn’t have the same favorite color. So I caved and gave it to him and since then I could never figure it out. well guess what turns out he lied and blue has been his favorite color for like ever now SO GUESS WHAT YELLOW IS MY FAVORITE COLOR NO ONE CAN TAKE IT FROM ME LMAO

12. Things people do that drive you crazy? I ABSOLUTELY HATE PEOPLE WHO ARE NEGATIVE ALL THE TIME. I knew this one bitch in high school. I won’t get super into it, but basically the only thing that ever came out of that ugly moth of hers was shit about herself and how great she was (she was homophobic and racist and looked down on everyone may I add) or just straight up negativity. I don’t think I have ever heard her say something nice about someone or anything in the 7 years I went to school with her. She was such a negative person that it made me realize that I hate people who are negative all the time like??? I really don’t get how people can be so negative all the time??? I really can’t get through the day without making someone laugh it’ll physically hurt me if I don’t make someone’s day better and I can’t understand that some people don’t think that way.

13. Any phobias? I don’t get scared of pretty much anything. You can’t scare me, try your hardest, but you can’t xD. I love watching horror movies and going to the theater to see peoples reactions. I think the only thing that actually freaks me out is Greg Yates from the Law and Order SVU and Chicago Fire crossover. Dude fuckin freaks me out I literally can’t look at Dallas Robert’s face without cringing and i just asdfghjklsa i tried to fix it yo, I watched him in the walking dead (Milton Mamet) and Insatiable (Bob) but honestly it only made it worse. I just can’t do it. I see him and I recoil i just have to get far away. Other than that I don’t get scared of anything else.

14. Favorite childhood sport? Psshh, sports??? What are those??? Lmao

15. Do you talk to yourself? All the time, and they’re nothing wrong with that. 

16. What movie do you adore? I have lot’s of favorite movies that I love so Imma just list em. Mr Magorium’s Wonder Emporium (This movie is just straight up my personality), Rise of the Guardians (my first ever fandom), Kung Fu Panda 2 (IT’S A GOOD MOVIE FIGHT ME ON IT), Kubo and the Two Strings, the IT movies.

17. Do you like doing puzzles? Not really? I am really good at solitaire and Mancala tho

18. Favorite type of music? I don’t really have a type of music I like best. If I listen to it and it makes me go ‘holy shit this is great I love this’ then that’s pretty much it... I did go through a huge dubstep phase in freshman year of high school but let’s not talk about that.

19. Tea or coffee? Neither xD yeah yeah I know how terrible but honestly both are just gross. I tried liking them but I just don’t. oops.

20. What’s the first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up? If I am correct, I wanted to be either a veterinarian or an ‘orphanage manager lady’ when I grew up. Obviously neither of those happened, now I’m aiming at something film related. 

Thank you guys for tagging me! This was really fun! I guess it’s my turn now so I’m tagging:

@lizard-15 @moonshadow-memes @readingisthenewcool @ezio-demonI don’t know who else to tag xD so partake if any of u wanna

#ask #fun #yay #questions #brush ask me more shit honestly xD #i don't care