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#assassin's creed modern
itseivwhore · 2 years
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Look at me in the eyes [figuratively], look at me and tell me that in a modern AU Ezio wouldn't be obsessed with the old Italian song "Bongo Cha Cha Cha".
Altaïr:
Connor:
Edward:
Shay:
Arno:
Evie:
Jacob:
Kassandra:
Alexios:
Bayek:
Eivor:
Leonardo:
Ezio:"BoNgO La! BoNgO cHa ChA cHa! PaAaArLaMi dEL sUd AmEEEEEEEEEEEEÈriCÀ!"
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temeyes · 3 months
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play time before bed
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stealingpotatoes · 5 months
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i saw this post and i knew what i had to do
(commission info // kofi support!)
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marf244 · 3 months
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Happy AC Day!! Have some doodles <3
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katabay · 8 months
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some kind of. miscellaneous conversation sometime during ac3?? this was actually part of a much longer scene that went in a more serious direction than I originally planned once I started drawing it. I ended up starting over, but I couldnt bring myself to delete the pages I had already started (which is why the dialogue's a little janky bc I decided to redo it before I got to the lettering stage RIP) so I cleaned them up a bit to post :') get some sleep, desmond.
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tali-zorahs · 2 months
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remember when?
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ramshackledtrickster · 2 months
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Some modern au Maria doodling !
Cut off/disowned by her parents and had some rough run ins making ends meet for Robert de Sable (now an ex) but they got Altaïr and Malik now :))
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vadlings · 3 months
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utter art style crisis. frye twins be upon ye
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acgames · 5 months
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Me finding this masterpiece stored on my phone, laughing for several minutes and returning where this belongs - my tumblr page header.
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teecupangel · 8 months
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It's me, the ratatouille AU anon again djjshd
The only thing that would make this even better is that Desmond hears US, the player, also. The amount of times I called him babygirl, or pretty little angel, or my special little boy. He'd be both horrified and flattered.
Also calling Juno a gnarly ghost lookin-ass bitch. I'm sorry Desmond, I know this is serious business but I can't look at her for longer than 5 seconds.
Hello, Ratatouille AU nonny! For those unfamiliar with it, here’s the post where Desmond’s ancestors can hear Desmond as he ‘controls’ them.
“Let me get this straight…” Shaun rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried to understand the Bleeding Episode currently plaguing Desmond this time around, “You hear voices that’s not your ancestors or anyone they might have known. And you know they’re talking to you because…”
“They call me babygirl.” Desmond said calmly.
Too calmly.
Like the calm of a man who had given up all his sanity and has reached a zen state of craziness.
Rebecca furiously looked over all the documents they have about the Bleeding Effect that Lucy had given them.
Shit.
How accurate were these anyway considering Lucy’s true allegiance? 
These could all be fake or some of the important stuff could have been omitted like…
Desmond’s current situation.
“And… what do these voices tell you?” Shaun asked, curious enough to continue even though he could feel a migraine already coming.
“Uuuhh…” Desmond tilted his head slightly before saying, “Dad’s the worst father in these games and I should just beat the crap out of him… Juno’s a gnarly ghost and wants to enslave people after killing me… uuuhh…”
“Wait, wait, wait, what ‘games’?” Shaun asked.
“Oh.” Desmond blinked, looking like he actually just forgot to tell them that big bombshell, “We’re apparently game characters of this franchise called Assassin’s Creed and… uuuhh… I’m their bestest boi in the modern day setting.”
“Modern day setting…” Shaun repeated before asking, “Are you telling me that our entire existence is… fictional? We don’t exist? We’re just characters in this… video game franchise?”
“Oh crap.” Rebecca mumbled, realizing that Shaun was on the verge of an existential crisis. 
Fuck.
Of course the conspiracy theorist would latch on to that idea almost immediately!
“Shaun-”
“Pretty much.” Desmond shrugged before adding, “If it makes you feel any better, you and Rebecca are pretty much the only regulars of the modern day setting.”
“Oh, so our very existence have already been taken care of then? We’re just little puppets-” 
Rebecca sighed and ignored Shaun’s rant to ask Desmond, “So? Did these voices tell you anything at all on what’s going to happen after we save the world?” 
“Oh, yeah, about that…” Desmond turned to look at Rebecca as he said, “They told me to let the world burn… just to see how it goes and…”
“... as a treat.”
(Let’s be honest, guys, if we were given the ability to talk to Desmond, we’ll be such capricious ‘gods’.)
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thou-babbling-brook · 4 months
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Basim Ibn Is’haq 🦅💙💛
Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow American followers! At the time when I started working on this, character sheets were winning the poll I posted, so I decided to combine my fixation on Mirage with one of the most selected options! This was such a blast to work on, and it was amazing to see how I’ve grown in just a year and a half. Please enjoy!
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bagelvangr · 1 year
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Eivor looks so proud 🥹
instead of writing so I can finally post something on ao3, I spent way too much time drawing this stupid thing
(+ a bonus off cam shot of Sigurd getting smacked by the jenga piece Randvi punched lolol)
✨UPDATE✨: We now know what they were doing immediately before this! 😌✨🛼
(I guess they must have gotten too excited with jenga at the bar, because this is where they end up?!)
original vid:
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temeyes · 7 months
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i had a revelation
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demigoddessqueens · 4 months
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Hello, not sure if you still take request for the AC, but would you mind to make a headcannons for boyfriend scenarios for m!Eivor, Ezio and Altaïr with f!S/O? I'd be happy to add some modern A/U for those precious bois too. Thank you so much!! <3 <3
Of course!! And I adore the AC bois so this is adorable 💕
Eivor
He’s a bit of a softie and a show off for you
I’d like to think he’s very handsy, so tons of cuddling, giving you handheld gifts, and wanting to braid your hair
Modern AU - I can see him wanting to take you on camping trips and you both get to admire the Northern Lights and/or constellations
Ezio
A master flirt!! Pulling out all the stops to woo you
Maybe he’ll cook you a nice dinner, want to spend all day with you with kisses and cuddles
Modern AU - oh you know he’s taking you to the fanciest spots, the ones where all could see you because he wants to show off his deep admiration and feelings for you!
Altair
A man who is not the best with his feelings but his eyes are the best at expressing most emotions
Not the best at flirting per say but he just likes to be near you, spend time with you just doing anything. From the mundane to serious
Modern AU - philosophical debates can turn flirtatious, pouring over books in libraries together with all sorts of coffees and teas also make for comfort
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abbaalpha · 9 months
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navstuffs · 1 year
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Her Old Man
Pairing: Revelations!Ezio x F!Reader
Warnings: harassment, some violence (some slaps), ezio gets called old, protective!ezio, angry!reader, non-canon compliance with revelations
Summary: Someone decides to harass you and insult your husband - without realizing who he is.
Author's Notes: heeey! i love me some protective trope so here it is. i have not played revelations but i have watched the video of Duccio hitting on Sofia (the idiot) 😂 so this fanfic is sorta based on that. enjoy your read!
requests for ezio are still open!
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You loved shopping with Ezio: he always got the best discounts and treatment from merchants in town. Your husband never rushed you or sounded uninterested in the shops. To be honest, you were a little worried about Ezio's spending. Ezio liked to gift you everything you showed a slight hint of interest in it.
"I want you to have everything you want," Ezio argued every time you opened your mouth to complain.
That warm afternoon, you casually stroll between the shops with Ezio behind you. When the vendors recognize you, they announce their products, excited. Most to you than to Ezio. You end up buying two new paints at the Art Shop. Next, Ezio decides to check the Weapon Shop. While your husband checks the new arrivals, you check a small dress shop just in front.
You are amazed by the dresses on display: they all look like expensive pieces of art. You look behind your shoulder, and Ezio still looks focused, so you touch a red dress with black details.
"Interested in the dress?"
You turn around, facing the happy face of a young man dressed in a very fancy outfit. Judging him to be the seller, you smile and nod.
"They are so pretty! But I am just admiring that is all."
The young seller smiles back at you. You turn back to the dress, admiring how rich the fabric is. You thank mentally Ezio has yet to notice you. If he saw you like this, he would already have bought it.
"Money is the problem?"
"Not exactly," Which isn't an actual lie.
"I could give him to you. For a very low price."
You turn to the seller and notice he has gotten closer to you. You shake your head, smiling politely and deciding to leave.
"I have too many dresses already. "
"Come on, no woman has too many dresses. I can give you an excellent deal! I could put two or three of those dresses on it for you for the price of one."
You shake your head, starting to get away from the young seller in Ezio's direction. He decides to follow you, grabbing your wrist. With your heart pumping, you try to pull away from him, but the man squeezes you harder.
"You haven't even seen all dresses yet!"
"Any problem here?"
A wave of relief washes over your body. Ezio. He had kept his eye on you since you left his presence, and when the young seller started following you, he made his way toward you. Ezio's eyes darken when he sees the hand on your wrist.
"I suggest you let go of her."
"Or what? What are you going to do exactly, Old man?"
You blink, confused. Did you just hear that idiot call your husband "Old Man"? Didn't he have any sense of danger? Did he have any idea who Ezio was? Ezio could have some gray spots, but he was still a very attractive man. He got hit on everywhere you went! With the anger boiling inside your stomach, you breathe heavily to calm yourself. You don't want to put Ezio into trouble in your peaceful shopping afternoon.
"This is your last warning," Ezio warns, his voice a falsely calming tone.
"Do whatever you want, Granpa-OW!"
Before Ezio could even move, you lost your temper. Turning with your hand open, you hit the man across the face with all your strength, attracting everyone's stares.
"You do NOT insult my husband like that!"
Too shocked to react at first, the young seller lets go of your arm. His expression becomes enraged as he pulls out a small knife. Ezio instantly brings you behind him, his whole body hiding you from the young seller, ready to protect you.
Before things get uglier, an older man runs in front of the younger man, his posture apologetic.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Signore Ezio!"
After hearing this, the young man's eyes go wide. His eyes go from the older man's back to Ezio, finally recognizing who he is. He lets his knife fall to the ground, hiding behind the older man.
"Ezio, please forgive my son! I will be sure to teach him a proper lesson after this," The father says while the son looks down, embarrassed. Or afraid.
"I will be happier if he apologizes to my Signora."
After the younger man apologizes to you profusely, without looking up, that he was an idiot and that he would never harass anyone ever again, his father still offers you three dresses of your choice for free. You insist on paying, the owner insists on not receiving, and you stay on this back and forth until you finally announce you can't accept the son's apology if he doesn't take the payment.
Finally, walking away from the store, you sigh while Ezio carries the perfectly packed dresses. Ezio is the first one to break up the silence, concerned.
"Are you hurt, tesoro?""
"I am fine, Ezio."
Ezio gently grabs your wrist, his eyes scanning it. When he finds nothing worrisome, he takes your palms to his mouth, giving a gentle kiss.
"That slap was rather impressive."
"I mean, how dare he call you Grandpa? Old man? He deserved even worse!" You declare, the anger coming back. When you hear Ezio's laugh, you cross your arms "What is so funny?"
"Nothing. I didn't care about the insult, mia cara. I was more worried he was going to hurt you."
"He wasn't going to," You reply, confident, and Ezio smiles back, satisfied. No other word needed to be said: You knew Ezio would never let anyone hurt you. You interlock your fingers with him, a sense of safety inside your chest.
MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTELIST
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