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I came out here to find pics for my AC Wattpad cover and I feel so attacked right now.
I only glanced at this and I already feel like diving back into my Unity fanfic. Let it be known one (1) rude baguette and his sassy strut are lethal.
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who’s suicidal or depressed.
No one should scroll past this
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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Tagged! 😮
Thanks for tagging me @assassinofmasyaf ! (Jeez I need to be active more...😅)
Nickname: It ranges from "mom" to "bitch" on a regular basis
Gender: Female, last time I checked
Height: 5'1"
Sexuality: bi until I die
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Favorite animal: right now it's a panther for no particular reason
Favorite color: Black
Current favorite song: "Alexander Hamilton" by Alexander Hamilton himse—I mean Lin-Manuel Miranda 😄 (it inspires me to write my Ratonhnaké:ton fanfic)
Favorite idea to get creative with: Writing a new character
What I like to do when I'm alone: Act out the chapters I wrote
Number blankets I sleep with: One
What I think of my friend(s): I don't deserve her and maybe I never will but I'll try to be anyway (and I need a second opinion on my fics)
Average hours spent sleeping: seven
Cats/dogs: I'll be alright with both even though I'm more anxious of dogs and I've been around cats my whole life
Dream job: directing/starring in the movie adaptation(s) of the book(s) I wrote IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN HAHAHA I cry every time
Dream trip: Alone to Paris
When I made this account: late November 2017
Nunber of followers: more than 31 and I'm still shocked
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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Science be talking about DNA and me be thinking about Assassin’s Creed
“could transmit genetic information from one generation to another”
“double helix”
“ancestors”
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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Requested by: @shadowofezio
#1: “Not bad, for an assassin.”
#10: “I prefer the term… motivating.”
“The Colosseum, I see.”
Ezio hums, acknowledging you as you stand beside him, “Y/n. I presume the children have been left to Claudia.”
After being disappointed that he was aware of your presence after all, you nod, scaling the establishment with him, “She said it was no bother, while I make sure you’re still alive.”
He makes a fake sound of pain, and the two of you chuckle, “That would be my third wound from you alone, amore. I fear that the twins will grow to take after you and Claudia, with the time you spend with one another.” He smirks.
“You’ll age twofold.”
The two of you then noticed a guard posted near the ledge. Almost immediately, your faces were adorned with mischievous grins, like how it always has been.
You stalk closer, nodding at each other before grabbing either feet of the guard and throwing him off.
“Welcome back.” Ezio smiles proudly at you.
“I never left.” You shoot back, continuing the way to the top.
As you were already informed about the key Ezio needs from the actor in the Colosseum for pursuing Cesare and Rodrigo Borgia, you just assisted him in rescuing Pietro Rossi from being stabbed and poisoned. That left you eliminating the gunmen with him and then finding an area where you could watch and intervene if needed, while he went backstage to change into costumes with the recruits. The play proceeded, and once Rossi was brought down from his cross, you made use of your Hidden Guns, fending off the guards with the recruits. When you noticed their surprise at your presence, you gave a cheeky curtsy.
You, Ezio, and Rossi reached the nearest doctor once you left the Colosseum. Ezio removed himself from the costume and returned to his robes again, and afterwards, received the key to the Castel.
Suddenly, you felt eyes on you, and turn your head to see a man by the road. You were able to recall him to be one of La Volpe’s men back at the Villa during attack, the same time as Ezio voiced your thoughts and caused him to run.
He was too suspicious, making everything click in your head too fast, “Mierda… Niccolò.”
Mounting a nearby horse, you shout, “Ezio, I’m going after Volpe!”
“Wait, what!?” he staggered, pausing to gape at you.
But you weren’t able to explain as you rushed, locating both men easily. Volpe was sneaking up on Niccolò, who seemed more stupid than he usually did in your eyes that moment.
Producing a knife, you throw it to Volpe’s weapon and bring your horse between both men. Volpe stumbled, sharply glaring at you as he ran around, only to be put down when your foot flew to his face and you pinned him to the ground by positioning his arm to a discomforting position. You were vaguely aware of Niccolò asking you as you speak, “Now that I have your attention, lend me your ears, imbécil. We found the traitor.”
“What—ah!” he flinched when you pulled on his arm, “Let me go, Y/n!”
You didn’t bother reining in your anger, “This stops now! My niños have been nothing but upset because they feel a dispute between the adults! They have begun to think their father has a part in this, so don’t give me a reason to rid you of an arm, Volpe! I will not let their talents go to waste because you failed to see the snitch within your men!”
“Y/n.” you only notice Ezio’s presence then, standing over you with a gentle look on his face, “Calmati.”
Clenching your jaw, you release Volpe and face Niccolò, who was giving you a cautious but knowing look, “Provoked that part of you, didn’t he?”
You scoff humourlessly, tempted to threaten him as well, “Both of you did. You’re just as estupido if not more; if you suspect someone, they can very well suspect you! Keep completely disregarding your life and you will fall by my blade, Niccolò.”
“Molto bene.” Ezio interjects, grabbing your hand and leading you away from the two men, “Y/n and I shall return to the children. I trust the two of you have a lot to discuss.”
You went on horseback, being in silence for a moment as your temper dissipates. After a while, Ezio chuckles, “Didn't it seem like you were scolding our twins instead of our comrades with that tone?"
Giving him an incredulous look, you respond, “What tone?”
“The commanding kind.” He says, “You intimidated them.”
“I prefer the term…" you pause in thought, "motivating. It gets the job done, doesn’t it?”
Ezio nods in agreement.
Neither of you didn’t know how to feel about the fact that even before reaching the entrance of headquarters, you could hear your babies crying. You vaguely hear a “This is the only time I wish I was older than Ezio” from inside, much to your amusement.
The moment the toddlers caught sight of the two of you, they charged, stumbling half the way before being caught in you and Ezio’s arms. Your daughter was quick to cling to your neck, snuggling to your left shoulder as her cries promptly ceased. You saw your son relaxing on his father's chest, wiping his tears on his robes before he settled down. Ezio rocked him back and forth as well.
“They helped me think about how you were like as children.” Claudia joked, making the two of you laugh. “A nap is the only thing left for them to do. Excuse me.” She dismisses herself, and you eased your child into slumber.
Seemingly in a moment, you saw your son fall asleep. Ezio didn’t realize it immediately as he continues to hum a lullaby, but you let it be until he noticed your eyes on him. Together, you approach the cribs, and he asks, “What?”
A fond smile comes to your face as you eye the child in his arms, “Not bad, for an assassin.”
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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hey american followers
canadians reblogged fcc & net neutrality stuff for you so you had access to information - can you lend a hand and help us now?
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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Small Gestures: Connor x Reader
Since I’m well into the first half of Christmas break, my draft is getting a sweep. Because why not?
Alignment: Romantic fluff
Naivety.
"You really do love him." a masculine voice interrupted your thoughts, and you pause from thinking about other words to refer to Connor.
"You make it sound like a phenomenon." you chuckle, giving Big Dave a fleeting e/c glance as you continue to sharpen the tomahawk's blade, "I sympathize with Connor, and as much as I can, I want to keep him from undesirable situations. Is that a bad thing?"
The blacksmith's incredulous eyes bore into your skull as you stop the machine and examine the weapon. When you notice him, you grew confused, "What?"
"No!" Dave firmly stated, "That doesn't just happen! Don't try to fool me, lass, I wasn't born yesterday. I know a smitten look when I see it."
You roll your eyes, ignoring the blush you sensed rising to your cheeks. It's not that you didn't trust Dave to hide your not-so-secret affections for Connor (along with perhaps half the Homestead since the first person you informed is Myriam), but the two men spend frequent time together and it might get out by chance. You certainly weren't going to jeopardize your friendship with the assassin for something you're not even sure you can have.
"Perhaps we have been out here too long." you continue to tease, gesturing to your snowy surroundings, "The cold might be getting to you."
"Y/n...!" he huffed, raising a finger. However, before he could scold you, footsteps on snow entered your ears, and you noticed the new arrival first.
"There you are!" Connor sighs, relieved, "I've been looking for... my tomahawk!" his eyes widen, sighting the weapon in your hand.
Defiantly fighting back the blush and annoyance you felt from Dave's prying stare, you let him approach before giving it to his awaiting hands, "If a next time does happen, don’t leave that thing lying around. Since I was well into sharpening weapons anyway, I took the trouble of including yours." you smile, "I hope you don't mind."
He did. Connor almost flipped the whole house upside down in search of the cursed thing to carve you the arrows you want... but would he truly make you lose that smile on your face? Can he fight against the mesmerizing sight of the snow falling on your h/c hair and clothing, when right now he felt the need to shelter you before you become ill? Does he have the necessary ability to be crossed with you?
"You do realize the risk you have taken in doing this." he instead reprimanded, making your smile wider.
"And the risk I've avoided? Yes, Ratonhnaké:ton, I do." you walk back to the shed, only then realizing that Dave is now sitting by the fire, an eyebrow raised at you.
As the male assassin leaves you two, your friend rolls his eyes, tossing a deformed sword to you, "Already saying yes to the proposal he isn't doing yet, huh?"
"Shut your gob."
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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Requested by: @samwinchesterbitchface
#6. “You look good in a hood.”
#8. “Smug bastard.”
#9. “No touchy, please.”
#13. “Are you trying to get under my skin?” “Among other things, yes.”
“Everything alright?”
As you take a deep breath, your e/c eyes open to scan your environment. You were back in the Grand Temple with Rebecca, Shaun, William, and Desmond, seated on an Animus as well beside you. 
“Shaun has located a second power source.” William was saying, “I’ve asked Rebecca to charter a flight for us.”
You considered it a double achievement beating Desmond on getting off of the Animus first and asking, “Where to?” especially after he sent you a slightly annoyed glance. You only sent him a light-hearted smug smile.
“Brazil.” says Shaun.
“Ooh!” you excitedly exclaim, already making your way out when Desmond protested, “Y/n, wait.” 
Your head swiftly turns around to give him an unimpressed, impatient look. The memory you were currently accessing from your ancestor was a thrilling one, and you would’ve appreciated not being pulled out of the machine if it wasn’t for the disadvantages. It may or may not be affecting your behavior, and it may or may not have made Desmond a little bit proud of himself when he thought about that. 
“This is me putting my foot down.” you state, to all of them though you were looking straight at Desmond, trying and succeeding to mind your words, “My ancestor refused to be mistreated during the revolution, and I don’t see why I shouldn’t follow in her footsteps. Should I also mention the messed up timing we had of alternately getting into the Animus before Rebecca made another one? Manhattan; I was tucked away in the Animus while you carried out your first proper assassin mission, so I’ll be damned if I don’t have anything to do with getting the second power source.”
Everyone paused, taken aback at the outburst that sounded more like your ancestor than you. All eyes went to Desmond, who quickly wiped out the proud smile on his face as he jumps off the machine and nods at you to lead the way. Still under the influence of your trip down memory lane, you failed to hear Shaun mutter to the other two, “Like I said... she’s determined.”
“Y/n is a good match for him.” William suddenly stated, making Shaun and Rebecca stare at him, wide-eyed. When he noticed, he asked, “What? Are they not in a relationship?”
Shaun nervously chuckled, sending a wary glance to Rebecca, “See, as much as that might be true, it’s not. Desmond and Y/n are just disgustingly good at flirting with each other, it might seem...” he shrugs, “Yeah, no. It’s nauseating and it quickly gets on my nerves.”
“It gets worse. They’re going to Brazil together.” Rebecca states, ignoring how Shaun flails his arms in realization and addressing William, “Your son tends to stay with Y/n as much as he can. Now that I think about it, have you ever seen the two of them team up before?”
William shakes his head, causing a grin to creep up Rebecca’s face, “I see.” 
By the time you reached São Paulo, all your immersion with the American Revolution have been put aside and you were able to distinguish a staff member from a redcoat. The embarrassment of your fuse blowing up back at the Grand Temple finally sinks into your bones, so you thought to bring your h/c hair around your cheeks to help your hood hide your face.
That also meant, much to Desmond’s delight, that you can flirt with each other again. You two were wanted in Brazil, and that for him was a reason to keep himself close to you, and in turn, you weren’t above moving around him to scan the area of anyone who could suspect you. 
“What is it?” was his response when you stared at him. As the train began to slow down and reach the station, the sides of your lips curve up into a sly smirk, a sight that unfortunately still has the ability to melt Desmond’s resolve to a puddle for a good few seconds. And not being sure if you know that is slightly scary. 
“I didn’t see it before...” you wistfully shake your head, still keeping your eyes on him, “What the hell, you look good in a hood.” 
Realizing that you were once again playing that game, Desmond copied the expression on your face, “Are you trying to get under my skin?” 
You chuckle, quietly responding, “Among other things, yes.” 
Shaun didn’t pass up the opportunity to gag and make several vomiting noises, “Calm down, kids.” 
Just like how you know giving him the softest, most vulnerable look you could muster incapacitates him immediately, Desmond can challenge you by getting close and smirking as he fleetingly glances at your lips. This time, he quickly looks away and steps out of the train, making you slightly bite the inside of your cheek. 
Eventually, you managed to sneak into the stadium where the power source was, according to Rebecca. Anything that made you feel like an actual assassin without ancestral involvement is a good thing, so your naturally stealthy side was put into good use in the apparently heavily-guarded stadium. Checkpoints became a problem for a moment, but freerunning quickly solved that, and sneaking around was a breeze. Using the rafters right over the wrestling ring gained a particular place in your heart, simply because of how thrilling it must’ve been if you slipped and fell. But you didn’t, and you reached the other side of the stadium to the tycoon’s trophy wife who, you were told, possesses the power source. What you weren’t told, however, was that someone else already beat you to her until a woman’s body fell on the VIP room’s doorway, a bullet wound on her back accompanied by an increasing amount of blood.
“Get down!” Desmond shoved you, and you skid across the floor while shots fired. Standing up, you meant to attack Cross from behind, but your partner wasn’t able to keep him still long enough and your fist ended up on Desmond's face instead. He stumbles back, shocked and touching his now bleeding lip, “What the fuck, Y/n?!”
“You misunderstand me.” you both run after Cross, “I meant to say no touchy, please.” 
“He was going to shoot you!” Desmond sarcastically stated, “You’re not supposed to be riddled with bullets, you know!” 
“I know a gun when I see one!” you retort back, clotheslining a guard that got too close to him. In turn, Desmond disarmed a guard that was about to shoot you, and use it to gun down another personnel that was behind you. He smirked at you afterwards, resuming the chase as you bring up the rear, quietly muttering to yourself, “Smug bastard.” 
When he got into a fistfight with Cross, you took it upon yourself to rid Desmond of additional work. You tried an assassin approach, but they just kept coming and you had to be a brute again, which Desmond didn’t mind at all. Especially if it meant you get a punch in when Cross stumbled too far from him. You took two guns from the groaning bodies and headed for the metro when Desmond got the power source, and you two ran in the train just in time before the doors closed.
A/N: Despite my ever-growing tendency to take too long with these oneshots, I hope I did a good job with this. Thanks for requesting!
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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"Requiescat in pace, Caesar."
-Aya, killing me once more because of Ezio de lalala
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#fanficproblems
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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How would Ezio react to someone who had telekinesis?
 asked by: @luluthekuku 
thank you so much for this I needed to relax for a while.
*in Altair’s voice* “What sorcery is this?”
he was so amused/frightened/intrigued by the power that he practically forced the telekinetic to be his friend
*literally does anything with telekinesis* “Wow” 
He’ll be skeptical of introducing them to his peers, but if it isn't that risky, he’s going to provoke the telekinetic in public until they demonstrate their power so he’ll see the expression he had when he first met them 
If Leonardo managed to learn about this telekinetic without Ezio’s knowing, and eventually the telekinetic will help around the workshop more, that is going to call out Ezio’s childish and petty attitude because he’s the one who’s their friend first and he should be the one to see that power more
he’ll  be on edge when fighting with the telekinetic (any kind of fighting, though if it’s fistfighting it becomes Ezio’s face vs literally anything in sight), but he’ll provoke them anyway because why? not?
Winning their trust includes protecting them with non-telekinetic methods
Of course, he gets cocky before, during, and especially after he’s saved by telekinesis
He strugggles to hide his giddiness whenever he extends his hands and a sword or two flies to it 
If the telekinetic doesn’t know how to fight, he’ll bring it upon himself to train them, and when they’re on missions together, he’ll be proud and lowkey mesmerized to see them handling themselves well while using their power for the both of them
Eventually, as their friendship grows, Ezio will sometimes feel a few pats at the creases in his shirt and some corrective tugs at the sleeves as the telekinetic stood across the room casually reading a book...
... As well as a slight shove on a foot to make him misstep as he freeruns because he can be clumsy sometimes
His senses will get even sharper because of the telekinetic, ultimately
Leaps of Faith, by the two of them, are always done away from the haystack(or leaves or whatever) because aside from challenging the telekinetic’s power, it’s also a show of trust in them
Ezio will find a reason for the telekinetic to not use their powers because if it could be given, it could also be taken and he doubts his composure will remain intact if something bad happens to his friend
I hope it’s to your liking, and if it’s not, no harm done. :)
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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AC: Origins
Game: Speak to Aya one last time
Me: I'd much prefer it sugarcoated, thank you.
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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"You are the only queen worthy of a throne!"
Bayek to Aya, in response to her still fangirling over Cleopatra
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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I mean...
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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Requested by: @assassinofmasyaf
#15. “Clothes of injustice is a more accurate description.”
#18. “Ladies first.”
A/N: I am ashamed at how long this took, but hopefully it turned out well. If you like it, that sends me to another frenzy of happiness, if not, no harm done. Thank you for sending in your request. :) 
“Do that a bit longer and I’ll melt where I stand, Ezio.” 
The hooded man blinked, disbelief remaining to be present in his handsome features as he saw your appearance. Dark clothes that looked nothing like your noblewomen robes, a sword at your side, Hidden Blades around your arms, and the insignia of the Brotherhood. It was all beginning to make sense now, but before he could voice any of his many questions, a stern male voice cut through the silence.
“You are truly an insufferable evil, Y/n.”
A smug smile graces your lips as you avert your eyes to Niccolò, “And you are truly insufferable, my friend. I see your patience with me has not improved… fortunately.” 
“Similarly to your methods of annoying me, my tolerance is boundless.” the assassin responds, walking ahead with Caterina. You match Ezio’s pace, and share a fond smile with him before responding, “Though it must be noted that the same cannot be said for your fashion sense, caro.” 
Niccolò gestures to his robes, a motion you wish your eyes hadn’t seen, “My clothing reflects simplicity and modesty; traits that is difficult to see in an alleged noblewoman like yourself.”
Ezio expectantly looks back at you, believing in your competitive nature. You roll your e/c eyes, keeping the smile on your face, “Clothes of injustice is a more accurate description.”
Realizing he won’t win against your mood that easily, Niccolò opted to shut his mouth. At your side, Ezio shakes his head in amusement, “Shame… I’ve formed a grandiose and heartfelt apology for when we see each other again.”
You playfully hum, “One of our similarities is that we are both full of surprises, sorry to say.”
“Apology accepted.” you could hear the smirk in the man’s voice as his pace quickens a bit, making you narrow your eyes in feigned annoyance.
Much to yours and Caterina’s surprise, you only learned about the city being under attack on the way. As the rest of the group fought their way through, you opted to maintain yourself at an elevated point, able to minimize the number of the enemy while silently appreciating the skillful display Ezio provided. Just when you thought you couldn’t admire him more.
The Orsi were already inside the city, prompting you to find the secret entrance. Being acquainted with Caterina serves its purpose in times like these, where you were able to grin and wave at a gobsmacked Ezio as you ride away on a gondola. He shook his head in amusement, excusing himself as he followed you. However, by the time he reached you, you were sitting leisurely on some boxes, legs crossed and all. 
“How polite of you to wait for me.” he mocks, quickly running past as you spring to your feet, bolting after him, “Of course. The rule is ladies first, after all.” 
Ezio remembered why he enjoyed your company so much.
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since this post got deleted, here it is
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muchbadassverywow · 6 years
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This is a very important announcement
I have now joined Team Connor and am pondering about writing a fanfic
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