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emissia10 · 10 months
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Assasin morning routine 🔪 Slay twins ✨
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mariev-r · 1 year
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Two of them and Two of us
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shoujo-dreamland · 6 days
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raging-guanche · 8 months
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assassin's creed fans when you tell them to draw arab people with arab features
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reddeaddamnation · 5 months
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Are you still taking requests? If so…some headcanons on Jacob freaking out during his child’s birth…I feel like he would be a completely out of his damn mind and end up doing…well Jacob type of things
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♡ Doctor Nightingale took one look at the condition he was in when he brought you into the delivery room and was like "Hell nah you're staying out here."
♡ How is it possible that you, the person who is LITERALLY about to give birth be calmer than the dad who is freaking out as if he is the one who is gonna deliver the baby?
♡ Being stuck outside makes him even more nervous. What the hell is happening in there? How long is it going to take? He hates that he can't watch over you and hold your hand.
♡ But his pacing and loud voice is going to make the midwives nervous too and things could go wrong.
♡ "Jacob either stay still in your chair or stand up and go get some fresh air!" Evie scolded him. The fact that he was bouncing his leg up and down was driving her nuts.
♡ Yeah, he should just get some air.
♡ He was so deep in thought he bumped into an intern who dropped all his notes and books at the door and the wind blew some of them away.
♡ Despite the cursing of the intern, Jacob walked around the perimeter of the hospital, coming back every ten minutes to ask Evie if the baby is here.
♡ He bumped into another impatient father and in his efforts to apologize, he knocked over a large ceramic vase, which shattered into a million pieces.
♡ "Jacob...SIT DOWN AND STAY STILL!"
♡ "Why shouldn't I be in there? I just want to peek. To give some reassurance."
♡ Thousands of what ifs and scenarios that he babbles about and just makes Evie create her own little happy place in her mind away from Jacob
♡ "Sir, please stop talking, this is a hospital." One of the nurses scolded him gently.
♡ "Oh, right...right" Silence "But what about..."
♡ Florence Nightingale brings him his newborn child herself with a wide smile on her face, congratulating him.
♡ Jacob faints in his chair and falls back along with it at the thought of a baby this size coming out of you.
♡ Evie revels in the silence, holding the baby and whispering sweet things to them.
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evilbeing · 2 months
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Random thought while I was petting my cat
Do yall think Altaïr and Malik are cat persons?
Altaïr is too Bird coded, I feel like cats would chase and attack his cape and he just doesnt know how to react
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For Malik ,,, I think he wouldn't want a cat to distract him from his work, but eventually he would change his mind the moment the cat fell asleep on his lap or smg
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Btw I Just said Altaïr is Bird coded
What if he is actually Cat coded
I mean, the way he stands ,,, he climbs buildings like a cat,,, and yea he can't swim (ik cats CAN swim but yea)))
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dedewijayanto · 8 months
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tadfools · 7 months
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I love games that have scavenger hunts in them. Like those feathers in assassin‘s creed or the stones of barenziah in skyrim or botw’s korok seeds or the shards in dragon age inquisition
….the severed body parts of a beloved clown in Baldur’s Gate 3
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05ichasss · 5 months
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My experience playing assassin creed 2 , practice drawing ezio
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frenchoravocadotoast · 4 months
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The Scab & The Scar I
Basim Ibn Ishaq x GN!Reader
Warnings: Implied NSFW
Word Count: 1140
A/N: Happy New Year, everyone :) I finished writing this while I was recovering from a hangover, so hopefully it doesn't feel too rushed. I realized halfway through the story that the fanfic might be getting too long, so I've decided to cut it into smaller chapters. Hope that's okay!
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Many years ago, before you were tasked with traveling around the world and spreading the word of the Hidden Ones, you and Basim were attached at the hip.
It was bound to happen. Two young novices, both taken under the wing of the assassins at a relatively young age and bearing a relentless thirst to prove the world what they were made of. Your personalities clashed at first; training under the same tutor would prove to be a disaster. Thus, for the sake of balance, you were mentored by Rayhan’s teachings whereas Basim was trained by Roshan.
You took training seriously – not that Basim didn’t, but it wasn’t in your nature to indulge in large gatherings at night. Roshan was just like you in that regard; but you were not her ward, and your actual mentor had different plans in mind for you. Instead of retreating to your tent by sunset, Rayhan urged you to join the bonfire of rowdy novices. It is there that you come to know Basim properly, and like the fire that crackles every night, a spark ignites between the two of you.
It starts off small – you spar together, wooden swords in hand as you dance around each other; but then training escalates into gifts and spending time together at night, long after your peers have fallen into a deep slumber. You undergo the ceremony together, showing off your hidden blades and new robes to each other. Basim jokes that you have to put these things to use, and suggests patrolling together from time to time; but even once your duty is over, you come to rest together by the bonfire once more. For you, it’s a sacred ritual. A time for the both of you to bask in the silence of the night and just exist. He tells you stories of his childhood as he pokes at the embers, whispers about the stars in the sky, the world he’s always wished to travel and see with his own eyes; words meant for you alone. During one of those nights, comforted by the warmth and light cast by the fire, you share your first kiss. It’s gentle, inviting, and safe – there is no rush, and no words are exchanged for the rest of the night; but you figure he has no regrets from the giddy grin that adorns his face, and the longing glances he sends your way the next morning.
Basim is a bit cheeky by nature, you’re aware of this. Wherever you go, his hands follow, and if your duties keep you apart for far too long, he comes to whisk you away. That kiss by the bonfire turns into two, then three, and then you lose count. He steals kisses from you when others aren’t looking, brushes his hand against yours when you walk past; and like a spell a witch has cast on you, you start seeking him out too. Basim notices, and he can’t help but smirk everytime you linger close to him. It warms his heart, really; and the feeling only intensifies when you both learn you’re being sent to Baghdad to dismantle the order of the Ancient Ones together.
Baghdad gives you mixed feelings to this day. You know the man has been plagued by nightmares in his past, but neither of you are expecting them to return and throw him off balance the way they have. He struggles to sleep, and you start to worry when he talks to himself or thrashes around at night.
He never quite speaks of what he sees. He claims he doesn’t understand it himself, even after so long, and continuously apologizes for waking you up. You tell him you don’t care about being woken up, relishing the warmth of his hand which clings to yours for comfort, and you’re awarded with a squeeze. The assassin’s headquarters are a safe haven for you, and Basim releases a relieved sigh before pressing his lips against yours. This kiss pales in comparison to all the other ones back in Alamut – they were fleeting, teasing even, whereas this one is slow and drawn out. It grounds you both in the reality that you’re there for each other. This kiss is here to stay, and so are you.
The air grows hotter when he closes the distance, and your hands begin to explore each other’s skin. He swallows your sounds, bodies intertwined as you roll onto the bed; and you spend the night tangled in each other’s limbs, sheets coiling around the both of you and squeezing you together like a snake of love.
Baghdad was supposed to be a new chapter for you after that night, but fate had other plans. Basim becomes torn, a beautiful rose hurt by its own thorns; a flower to be admired from a distance, but not touched. He doesn’t shut you out, not really, but you can tell his mind is elsewhere everytime he comes back from a mission. Although he struggles, he speaks of what he’s learnt regarding the order and his visions; and the irony twists your heart when you realize that despite the amount of clues he’s discovering, Basim feels more at a loss than ever.
It all changes when Alamut is attacked. Fuladh shoves a satchel bag into your hands when you are summoned to the bureau, ordering you to protect the few books the Hidden Ones hold sacred – and run. Far, far from the ambushed camp you were built upon, and into unknown territory. Find the other Hidden Ones, convince outsiders to join – anything to help your people’s cause and creed, if they were to be completely slaughtered in this battle. 
You want to ask him where Basim is, but time is ticking. Fuladh hops onto his horse and rides East, towards Alamut. The bureau is now vacant, and even if the people of Baghdad continue to go about at a leisurely pace, you know there is a war raging next door, painting the dunes and mountains in crimson red. If you do not leave right away, the order will find you. 
But the pounding in your heart tells you you can’t leave just yet. You scale up the buildings, leaping from roof to roof even when your muscles throb in pain, pushing yourself to check all the spots you know he visits. The House of Wisdom, the garden, the Bazaar. But you find Basim nowhere, and the revelation constricts your throat. For whatever reason, he is no longer in Baghdad; and if he is on his way to Alamut, then your lives part here. You are needed elsewhere, now. Going to Alamut would ensure the extinction of the creed.
And so, with a heavy heart, you turn away from the one place you’d called home over the years, and steal a horse for your escape.
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brendanthebomber · 6 months
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just doing this for the fandoms I’m in
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darksidereju · 1 year
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Kassandra
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mariev-r · 1 year
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Insight
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jellumellu · 3 months
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Oh no! Bullfrog!
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missbenzayb · 12 days
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I made the Assassins into smol people (or so they thought~) I know there is a story out there who made it already about Assassins/Templara became small due to the usage of the Apple of Eden~ Though I got inspired a little bit from Dragon Ball Daima~ I wanna make a story/comic for Assassin's Creed which Its been so long since I drew them~ Here are a few sketches I did on how they look like in their age of 10 to 12 years old— of Altair, Ezio, Arno and James/Mary Read~ There might be some characters that got small too~ (Can be handpicked by me or my friends :3) Will think of something for a story soon :3
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Here's the DB: Daima and it's character sheet! Ngl I fell in love with the style owo
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Client: I'll have a martini, dry
Desmond Miles, on his first day bartending after escaping a cult, looking at all the wet ingredients under the bar counter: uuuhh... I don't know how to tell you this, buddy...
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