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elfven-blog · 8 days

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Complacent (1)

Summary: You meet the new attraction at your aquarium job. Orca!Merman!Connor Kenway x Reader A mini series. CW: Connor in too small a tank/being held against his will. Might become 18+ in future. Dedication: Credit to the lovely @ramshackledtrickster who gave me permission to make a fanfic based on their art (You should absolutely check them out, they're amazing) Word count: 2.3K

You had been working at the aquarium for a little while now. You didn’t necessarily enjoy the job, it was just a job. And yes maybe you felt a little guilty when you saw some of the animals in their enclosures, but especially the poor merman. When the merfolk were discovered it was like some mad dash to get the last toilet rolls at the supermarket. You knew nearly everyone in the aquarium was disgusted with the Director who said he had brought one, the building didn’t have room for such a creature. The biggest marine life you housed were black tip reef sharks and jellyfish.

And unfortunately, so many of them were captured. But you had also heard many of them escaped. So here you were cutting up the bits of fish for some of the animals, your nose scrunching in disgust at the smell and you swore the gloves weren’t working to stop the blood from coating your hands as you practically threw it in the bucket.

Normally you weren’t the one duty for the ‘bigger’ animals, you tended to the fish in the tunnel and the rock pools. But one of the aquarists had to go home because they’d cut themselves on some rocks, and no one really knew how the merman would react to blood. You carefully picked up the bucket and made your way to the door that closed off the merman’s feeding area. Nerves pricked at your skin, even though you’d been told plenty by everyone else that all he’d do was watch you place the bucket and he wouldn’t eat until you leave.

Your hands shook as you pressed your id to the door and pushed it open. The bright lights of the inside area cause you to flinch and squint your eyes. As your eyes adjusted you looked around while stepping into the inside enclosure, taking a deep breath to settle your nerves and almost immediately regretting it as you smelt the fish in the bucket you were holding. And you swore you heard someone laugh as you gagged and held the bucket away from you before there was a splash and your attention was back on the big pool of water in front of you.

You took very careful steps towards the edge of the water, you hadn’t seen the creature yet. Only a few had. He hadn’t even been shown to the public, the Director wanted the public to settle down first. There were still plenty of protests and government talks happening about whether this was okay. You didn’t tell them that you’d been keeping an eye on it all, you didn’t want to lose your job. Not in this economy.

The water didn’t move, entirely serene and you thought for a moment you had imagined the splash. You were so focused you didn’t notice the head slipping out the water and the eyes watching you until a deep rumble filled the room and you nearly slipped into the water “You’re not the normal one they send” It sounds almost like an accusation.

Your eyes widen as you turn towards where the voice came from. They hadn’t told you he could talk. They hadn’t told you he could talk. Your mouth hung open as you tried to process what you’d just heard. And the creature…the man? Raised an eyebrow at your reaction, eyes glancing down at the bucket in your hand and you didn’t miss the look of disgust in his own eyes.

“Do you not like fish?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and the merman narrowed his eyes at you before he turned from you so he could dive back into the water. Your eyes watching the black tail slide out the water before disappearing, the white patch underneath visible for all of a few seconds. The bucket in your hand felt almost useless now, he obviously did not like the fish…maybe because it was raw you thought. But you left it there for him, right at the edge of the pool just in case you were wrong.

And that night when your shift finished, you found yourself searching about orcas and their eating habits. From the pattern on his tail you thought he might be a ‘transient orca’ (you didn’t even know there were different kinds), and no. They didn’t eat fish.

Which meant the aquarium had been feeding this more man things his body probably wasn’t meant to have. And from what you saw, he was quite large. The pool was probably too small for him. The guilt of him being there felt like it was eating at you. It wasn’t like you had put him there, but by feeding him the wrong things, by not advocating for him, were you not just as bad? The thoughts didn’t leave your mind as you continued your research.

That was your first encounter with the Orca. You didn’t have much interaction with him beyond that, after all he had his own keepers. And you had your own animals? No, that word didn’t quite fit him.

But sometimes you found yourself outside his tank when you’d get in for an early shift, or after the aquarium was closed to the public and you were on night duty. You couldn’t help yourself. You’d just stand there and watch the water. The water that was too bright you’d discovered on one of your researching nights, too bright and too warm. Apparently Orca’s preferred slightly colder water.

Tonight was one of those nights. The aquarium wasn’t too scary once everyone but the keepers and janitors were around. The lights above his tank were dimmed, trying to give some illusion of darkness but it didn’t really work. Your eyes could only make out so far, the water murky in the dark.

The sound of something smacking against the glass caused you to jump, and then you saw the black and white tail moving against the glass leading you to look up. And there he was. Grinning down at you, clearly pleased at himself for scaring you like that.

Your brow quirked up as you shook your head at him. Something you had discovered was that he really enjoyed scaring people when he could. You’d heard a story a few days ago about him grabbing the ankle of one of the keepers, completely freaking him out so that he had to go home.

“You come here a lot, but you’re not one of them” The rumble of his voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you shrugged at his words. You did come here a lot. Maybe it was a fascination for something new, or maybe it was that tug of your heart with how pitiful? No. Guilty. You felt no end of guilt at how he was trapped in a too small tank when he should be elsewhere.

He seemed more calm that day, you realised as you settled yourself on the edge of the tank. Your shoes next to you and your uniform pants rolled up so you could deep your feet into the water. “No I’m not, I work in the rock pools”. Your leg jerked slightly at the feeling of his hands wrapping around your ankles, the glare he gave you as he bobbed out the water made you give him a small smile and apologise.

He lifted your leg causing you to balance yourself backwards against the platform beneath you, his hands slightly squeezing your leg as he touched the skin. His brow furrowed for a moment before he shrugged and dropped your leg back into the water with a small splash, no longer interested in your limbs at the discovery that it felt like his human parts. “The rock pools?” he asked, confusion showing on his face “Like those tiny bits of water that crabs live in?”

The way he spoke about your job had you pursing your lips while nodding, you hadn't expected to be judged by the marine creature. Instead of listening to someone being harsh on your job, you changed the subject “Do you have a name?” You asked quickly, the Orca raising his brow at your sudden change of subject but he didn’t call you out on it.

He moved to pull himself out of the pool, something you had seen him do a few times and each time it reminded you of how much larger he actually was. And you wondered if he’d let you measure him.Even with part of him out of the water, his large tail still swishes under the water sometimes brushing up against your leg. The skin on his tail felt slightly weird, a little rubbery if you were honest.

Once he had finished pulling himself onto the platform, he turned over onto his back and lay down, his nose scrunching as his eyes closed. His way of basking in this artificial light he had told you once, it was nothing like actual basking but it was all he had. You had almost forgotten about the question you asked until the deep rumble of his voice answered “Ratonhnhaké:ton” the name was a mix of human languages and clicks, one of his eyes opening to look at you as you looked at him, brow furrowed “You can call me Connor if it’s easier”.

Maybe that was the day you decided to do something about him. The day he told you both the name his mother had given him, and the one a mentor had.

You had signed petitions, gone to protests and donated money to try and help ban the use of merfolk in aquariums but none of it seemed to do anything, and the Director was starting to get ready to advertise his new ‘attraction’. You had seen the posters. So now you were trying to think of some way that would let him escape, Connor had told you about the times he’d gotten out of fishing nets and gotten some of the villages’ calves out of trouble.

The sea churned in front of you as you stared out at it, biting at your nails as your eyes narrowed. Hundreds of ideas floating into your mind. Each one seemed crazier than the next. You were only pulled from your thoughts when a large hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you backwards causing you to turn and grunt and in surprise.

The man grinning at you as he pulled you towards the water, half of his body pulled onto the platform but it slipped slowly back into the lukewarm pool as he pulled you with him. He had you in the water pretty quickly, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders as one of his wrapped around your waist “Stop thinking” he whispered against your ear. Part of you swears you feel him purr against you.

You tried to untangle yourself from him but he swam away from the edge of the platform until you were in the middle of the pool, your eyes wide as you pressed yourself closer to him “There are other ways to distract me! That does not involve forcing me into the water” you snap at him, and Connor only gently pinches you in response.

“It’s not like you’ll drown” his arm tightens around you “I wouldn’t allow a cow to drown, I’m not that mean” His words have you scrunching your nose, an annoyed noise leaving you as your legs gently kick at the water. Although your annoyance halted in its tracks at the new word.

“Cow? Like a cow?” This time it was Connor who was confused, his head turning to the side. His brow twitching slightly as he looked at you. The hand on your waist dimpled the bit of fat on your hips as he looked at you like you were insane, his eyes only widening further as you repeated “Like ‘moooo’ cow?”

His arm loosened around you as you made the noise of a cow, his face scrunching into a disgruntled look as his tail flicked in annoyance. “What is a ‘moo’ cow?” Even his tone shows his annoyance at your question, the playful grin gone from his face as he tries to learn what you mean. And it takes you a little while to explain about bovines to the orca, who in turn does tell you that Orca’s call themselves similar things.

But now he can’t escape your teasing of calling him ‘Bull’, which results in you getting splashed more often. Both of you ignore how when he has you swimming with him, he purrs when you call him that. His chest vibrates against you as his nose huffs at your hair. Connor has become more and more relaxed around you, his hands often pulling and situating you how he wants. Whether that is pulling you into the water to swim with him, or pulling you on top of him white he basks.

His favourite thing it appears is when you straddle him so that you can clean his tail and fins, his body practically shaking with how loud he purrs while your hands are picking off whatever is on his dorsal fin. “I’ve decided to commit a possible crime” One of Connor’s eyes open to look up at you with a lazy hum, his tail gently splashing the water keeps himself wet “And what crime would that be?” he asks, the way he speaks shows you the comfort he feels and how his entire body has relaxed under your gentle grooming. Lately he’s been less agitated at being stuck in the tank, more relaxed. Less resistant. It worries you, makes you concerned that he’s getting complacent.

“I’m going to aid in an Aquarium break” That has his attention, both of his eyes opening and he pushes himself to sit up until you slide down to where his tail and abdomen meet. The large merman grins down at you with nearly all his teeth showing, that feral excitement gleaming in his eye. Maybe you didn’t need to be so worried about him being complacent.

#connor kenway x reader #connor kenway #assassin creed 3 x reader #assassin creed x reader #assassin's creed 3 #assassins creed #connor kenway x f!reader #merfolk au #assassins creed au #merfolk!assassins creed #ac3 x reader #assassin's creed

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fluxy001 · 1 year

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Assassins Creed AU where Wednesday is a newly initiated Assassin, daughter of Master Assassins Morticia and Gomez Addams, and Enid Sinclair is the youngest child of the wealthy Templar Sinclair family during the American Revolution.

The American Brotherhood choose to act against the Sinclairs as they begin to amass power in the newly forming American government so they go to Assassinate the Sinclairs in their manor and Wednesday is one of the Assassins chosen for the mission.

They’re swiftly going through the manor, killing any Sinclairs and security they find. Morticia and Gomez are personally dealing with the heads of the Sinclair family when Wednesday comes across a terrified Enid holding a clearly too heavy mace in her bedroom, having heard everything that’s happened.

Wednesday knows she must kill Enid, it’s her orders, but she finds herself hesitating. Enid is clearly the same age as her and she looks terrified and untrained, unlike her siblings that have been executed in their sleep. When Enid asks if her parents are dead, Wednesday tells her ‘they will be shortly’ and is surprised to see that Enid doesn’t react to the news. She just drops the mace and tells Wednesday to do what she must.

So Wednesday does. She takes Enid away from the manor and to a nearby Brotherhood safe house. She tells her superiors that the girl is dead and she disposed of the body. She regularly checks in on the girl and teaches her to fight the way of the Creed.

She finds herself falling for the daughter of the family she helped kill, and Enid finds herself falling for the daughter of the two Assassins that murdered her parents.

And a few years later, if Morticia and Gomez know that Wednesday’s new recruit is the youngest of the Sinclair family, they don’t say anything.

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday x enid #wednsday addams #wednesday addams #Wednesday Addams au #wednesday is soft for enid #enid loves wednesday #enid sinclair #wenclair #addams family #assassins creed #assassins creed au

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whiterexpper · 7 months

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Assassins Creed Nevermore AU

but my picture of it was

clusterfuck are the templars. obviously annabel lee is the master templar of this whole ordeal. handed down the position from her father as a family title. Lenore was a templar before escaping her family and restarting a new, being rescued by duke and the misfits and climbing and being respected enough to hold title of mentor Lenore escaped being a templar, she was ready to be one. Her training with her brother and social status being held with the other templar rankings had stood a foot hold and her power was rising all because of her fathers status as head grandmaster templar.

Until her and her brother, Theo, was required to go on a mission to investigate an Object of Eden. Didn't go as planned, Theo ended up dying, Lenore lost interest as being a Templar and her father used that and Theos death as a way to shut her down completely. So she ran, as far as she could. She eventually ran into Duke and the rest. It was Pluto who helped her first, seeing her beat down and left to nothing until Berenice saw the Templar ring and it took a while but they trusted her and she climbed up to Mentor.

Annabel, however, is still a templar. Her father is still grandmaster but she's right behind him and his authority is her authority as well. She secretly and very, very, discreetly tracked down Lenore. What would her father think if he found her searching for a traitor?

Annabel found Lenore, convinced her father to open trade to (wherever lenore is currently at with the creed) and made her way to Lenore. She ended up falling for her, she never intended it but she has to keep it to herself and make it seem like she's just there on business.

Moral of the story, Annabel becomes head templar and her right and left hand are Monty and Prospero Lenore is a former templar turned assassin and finds out her childhood friend who her fathers introduced to each other out of pure templar business is now living in the same region as she is. And she thinks its on templar business but for Annabel its for Lenore.

Please for the love of gods add more if ye can im not good at aus im just a huge history nerd who combined my two favorite series.

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore #webtoon #lenore nevermore #webtoon nevermore #annabel lee nevermore #annabel lee #nevermore lenore #lenore #assassins creed #assassins creed au #assassins creed nevermore au #im sorry im not good at this #lol

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ryandoesfanart · 2 years

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Reference i found on Pinterest:

Hope you guys doing well!! Stay save my friends. <3

#altair #assassin's creed #assassin's creed fanart #gay assassins ✨#malik al sayf #altmal #assassin's creed funny #altair ibn la'ahad #altair x malik #Assassins Creed AU #au art #Inspiration hits #love the outfit lol

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years

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i love your gods au so much and i was wondering if you could do a fic with arno where the reader is super devoted to him?

☾ ⋆ﾟGODS AU

notes: I love this AU sm and also shout out to @freshstartfromscratch for the idea about Jacob and Arno having a wager that inspired the first artist and inventor - it was such a cool idea that I finally had the chance to use with this one!

pairing: god! Arno Dorian x Reader

word count: 0.9k

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A devotee's opening night

Arno: God of the arts (also mourning and justice)

You could still hear the applause as you joined all of the cast backstage after giving your speech. It was the opening night of the musical that you had written and brought to life with the many friends you made along the way, a performance narrating some of the most renowned myths of the God of arts, including the tale where he tricked his wife into reuniting with him in immortality and his competition with the God of industrialisation over which of them was the God of creativity and their wager for who could create the more impressive product (which resulted in inspiring the first artist and first inventor).

Your greatest inspirations had always come to you during prayer to the God of arts and so you wished to honour him by combining so many forms of art into one on stage, dedicating the narrative to him. Various bouquets of congratulations were sent to your little office backstage, covering almost every surface. You had a little shrine to the God on the windowsill and you lit the incense that was scented like mulled wine. You lit the royal blue candles and closed your eyes, hands pressed together and fingers woven in prayer. You uttered the same mantra that you had done for years when a strong gust of breeze flew in through the window, snuffing out the candles and sending ash from the incense flying.

Cursing under your breath, you stood to close the window before falling back to your knees, grabbing the lighter and relighting the candles, continuing your prayer after a brief apology to the God.

“You know, I quite like these. I’d like them on my shrine, I think.” You turned to see a man that was far too tall for the room, sitting on his calves with his fingertips stroking a bouquet of blue hyacinths that you had received. You had seen glimpses of this face in dreams, especially those from naps that had been a result of you crashing after overworking yourself when inspiration had hit and you just needed to get everything down on paper.

He had brown hair that was neatly tied back, was dressed in royal blue robes that were not of this time and seemed to have permanent tear stains beneath his eyes, even despite his currently serene expression.

“I must admit, it was very tempting to watch the rehearsals but I held back from doing so.” He flashed you a playful smile and you could only stay there in utter shock that the God of arts was currently in your office. “But the opening night was splendid! I truly think that you captured my essence, though I expected no less with all the blessings I have bestowed upon you.”

“M-my Lord, I’m honoured by your presence.” Your voice wavered and you bowed your head out of respect.

“Oh, drop the formalities, you never speak to me like that between prayers.” Your eyes met his for a moment but you couldn’t find it in you to hold his gaze, “I will see to it that your musical gets the recognition it deserves, it will live to become a classic, I can assure you.”

“You’re so kind to me.” Was all you could say in reply, your voice almost a whisper. His eyes softened slightly. You had not first come to him as the God of arts, you had come to him as the God of mourning but he had provided you comfort in art and music and the arts had grown to become fierce passions of yours. He had thought that you deserved some kindness in your life and now you had certainly earned his recognition. It had been centuries since such elaborateness had gone into anything dedicated to him and so, even separate from your utter devotion to him, your musical had caught his eye. He reached forward to cup your face in his large hand, his skin feeling cold and his fingertips smelling of the flowers he had just been caressing.

“They would be so very proud to see how far you’ve come. I will speak to Bayek about finding them so that I can tell them of the person you’ve become.” He needn’t say a name for you to know that he was talking of who you had mourned for and tears sprung to your eyes at knowing they would be given a glimpse of the you that they had not been able to live to see.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” You swallowed down the lump in your throat and your eyes landed on those blue flowers once more. Reaching for them, you took them from the little table they were standing on and turned to place them on the shrine instead. Arno smiled at the gesture, satisfied with the offering.

“I’ll be keeping a close eye on you, chérie.” He reached out to smooth a hand over your hair, pushing it all back from your face, “I have big plans for you.” And the window blew open despite you having closed it, making you whip your head around to face it, reaching up to close it once more. When you turned back around to continue speaking with the God, you found that you were alone once again.

But as your eyes landed on the dancing flames of the twin candles, you knew that you were never truly alone.

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cherry-pop-elf · 7 months

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((Blame Brazil for this. If you know you know

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Imagine this. Assassins creed X HP/HPMA. Twin Assassins. TWIN TRICKSTER ASSASSINS 😭 George with the Ezio aesthetic is my blood and the air I breath. So uh yeah. This gonna be my new brain rot. Please someone ask questions about this and join this brain rot with me man plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspls

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malkuvoitenoldoran · 10 months

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Turgon's Assassin's Creed AU

This is what I have right now and may be subject to change. Also once I find the actual source to the art that inspired me for it I will put in links to it but that's for later.

Turgon grew up as part of an Assassin family, similar to Ezio and the Auditore family, but despite some training he never actually became an Assassin himself. Instead during his teen years he met Elenwe and started to become one of the Templar Order, something her father insisted upon before giving his blessing to their marriage. He was never strongly committed to them or their ideals but Turgon went along with it for a while until one mission he was forced into, he tried to refuse but his wife and daughter were used as leverage against him.

The mission seemed simple, cleanse a village of some sort of infestation, but it went terribly wrong. After the village was 'cleansed' Turgon took care of all the Templars involved in it over the course of the next month. Then he made the decision that he would have to leave the Templar Order.

As a result following the mission Turgon took his wife and daughter and went to his father seeking protection for them. It was granted, Elenwe became a healer for the Brotherhood, and Turgon resumed his training to become an Assassin. He primarily uses bows and his hidden blade but because he looks different enough from what they expect Assassins to look like most of the time he gets ignored.

#histories lost || headcanons #assassins creed au #because i had to #and i love the au so far #but this is just a loose idea #and not completely settled yet #so keep that in mind #also if you want to see the art let me know #i can probably dm you with it #or something idk #either way yay this is a thing now

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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I am the creator of the Assassin's Creed Mirabel that gets sent to different time period. I imagine that Antonio notices that Mirabel is missing but when he brings it up, everybody just brushes him off. And then rates tell him about Bruno and Antonio goes in the walls hoping the Bruno could help him. Bruno has a vision and just sees Mirabel doing the typical assassin stuff (he almost had a heart attack at the Leap of Faith).

Huzzah‼️‼️‼️ Anyway I can. See that happening. He’s five, so they probably don’t him seriously 😭 not surprised he went to Bruno, I mean he obviously had more luck with him the. The other family. Ngl, Bruno was probably so relieved when she survived the Leap of Faith 💀💀

#encanto #my asks are open #my asks #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto bruno #assassins creed au

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stardustmorozov · 1 year

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In Love And War

A Shadow And Bone/Assassins's Creed crossover

Bianca Listretti (OC) x Aleksander Morozova

The cold Ravkan air stung in her lungs as she drew in slow breaths. Perched from her position at the top of the tower of one of the churches, she could oversee nearly the entire merchants district as her eyes scanned the streets below for a safe landing point.

The haystack near the stable was a stretch, but she had to risk it. The canopies of the nearby market stands hardly sturdy enough to keep the recent snowfall from finding home on the cobbled ground.

Wind rushed loudly past her ears as she plummeted towards the haystack, the familiar thrill giving her a sense of comfort. The small moment came to an end about as soon as it had started, yet she felt like it had lasted an eternity as her back hit the hay first. It had taken her months to find reliable leads to the Sword Of Uriel. Together with her brother Luca she'd spent hours bent over old manuscripts in a language they barely understood, which, even if she'd had a good grasp of the old language had always been more of her borther's forté anyway, but now that she could finally spend her time in the field again, she still found a quiet voice in the back of her head nagging her that they could've been wrong.

That the supposed ancient artefact had just been the craft of a clever fabrikator or just nothing but smoke and mirrors to ward of potential enemies. Then, even if those things turned out to be true, they had to make sure it wouldn't fall into the hands of the Templars or their allies.

For now her biggest problem would be to get into the Little Palace unseen. The main problem being that the Grisha guards were indistinguishable from the ordinary ones and with her luck she would encounter a Heartrender, ending her mission before it had even started.

Normally she would take an easy diguise like that of a servant, but since they all lived within the walls of the Little Palace that task proved to be neigh impossible. The same went for the guard.

The only other two options were to either be Grisha herself or to get an invitation by nearly getting herself killed on the war front.

Dusting herself off from the fall, she wandered the streets to a particular beaten down pub. Plucking the last few straws out of her hair, she walked into the room, eyes scanning for the familiar cold stare of her brother whom had holed himself up in a dark corner of the tap room.

"Have you had any luck so far?" he asked as she plopped down next to him on a far too creaky chair that protested loudly under her sudden weight.

"Can't really say that. What about you fratello mio?"

"Well, I think I might have a way..."

#aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x oc #aleksander kirigan #aleksander kirigan x oc #shadow and bone au #assassins creed au #bianca listretti #moodboard #aesthetic moodboard #shadow and bone moodboard #assassins creed moodboard

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captainlion04 · 2 years

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Super indulgent shart posting that prob only 10% of y'all will get? Hell yeah anyways have an assassin Kiana au

#honkai impact 3 #hi3 #kiana kaslana #assassins creed au #yall have no idea how cope this is to me #i wnet insane fr #tw blood

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frie-ice · 2 years

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Here are three other icon crests I had done for Assassin's Creed AU.

*The Arendelle Sisters as Arendelle Assassins. After Elsa faked her death and Anna agreed to marry Hans, who is a Templar that wants to reunite the kingdoms in the name of the Templar Order. But the sisters and those they trust seek to undo the Templars deeds, along with searching to find proof to expose Hans before he could become King of Arendelle.

*Heather as a Viking Archipelago Assassin. Heather has been raised by assassins since she was a little girl, she was given the task to kill the Templars that are on her birth father's list; but everything changed she learned that her father and brother are Templars. This got Heather to use her Templar blood as a means to reach her targets and spy for the Brotherhood.

*BH6 as Assassins. After the Hamada brothers uncovered their parents' secret and survived an attack from modern day Templars, the two rounded up four other young assassins so they could take down Abstergo. The one in San Fransokyo, before they move onto the others across the world. Each member on the team has their own unique stills and "toys," along with firing up the Animus so they can find Pieces of Eden from the eyes of their predecessors and other past assassins that may have come in contact with them or those who came before.

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charcoal-potion · 2 years

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Ok did someone asked for Frye twins + The Owl house au ......... ... right ... this fandom is dead...., but now atleast little bit seriously I saw some post while ago that cannot refind ( but if I will Im gonna let that one person caring about this know)..., but it was about someone asking to make AC+TOH art so here I am ... of course with my favorite twins I dont have any names for their palismens, so any suggestions? also I thouth about making with some other assassins, so what about theirs palismens or tracks?...leave your ideas in the comments ___________________________________________________________________________ -Evies palismen is Barn owl because I couldnt find any other animal that would fit to Evies personality and other characteristics. Her track is oracle again (suprisingly) because I think it fits to her mostly. Another track i found good for was illusions, mostly because she would be good playing with other ones minds and the reason I gave her oracle track is her probable fear of not understanding the situation, the people, the past, the minds, the solutions... ...but I think if multi track system would be around her time in school she would choose oracle and illutions and maybe bard (but dunno what musical instrument she would use) -Jacob for obvious reasons he has rook as palismen. And for the track... well........... I used the exclusion method Abomination - dont know if he likes mud Healing - not sure he would made good or interested medic Oracle - realy doubt he would choose the same track as his nerdy and instructive sister Bard - who knows maybe he would be good musician Beast keeping/ Plants - animals hates him, he hates plants Potion - it was said that he isnt good at cooking Illusions - this was again something I thought would fit to the twin but dont know if he could focus, but yeah... still good And finaly Construction, something perfect for someone that keep createing and destroying things But still leave your ideas in the coments I would realy like to make Arno next, but not quite sure about his palismen... ....................but ok byeeeeeee.....

#assassins creed #assassins creed syndicate #assassins creed jack the ripper #assassin's creed #toh #the owl house #toh palismen #toh au #art #digital art #digital painting #digital illustration #assassins creed au #jacob frye #evie frye #Frye twins #fryetwins #Frye Family

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fluxy001 · 1 year

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Two weeks ago, I shared an idea for an Wenclair Assassin’s Creed AU so here’s Assassin Wednesday Addams

#wednesday #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #wenclair #assassins creed #assassins creed au #wednesday addams #enid loves wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams au #wednesday is soft for enid

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starry-bi-sky · 1 month

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i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul #its kinda hard to get my thoughts in order bc i am ✨unmedicated✨ rn BUT #this is the gist of it #i could wax poetic about how much sam and tucker adore danny as their friend but alas. the wax is not waxing. it is stuck to the paper #and i am chipping it off with my nail and its getting stuck under it.#ocarina batman has been in my head since friday someone come sedate me. him and pit fighter batman too. who is ALSO a piss poor teenage #bruce wayne who instead of a vigilante and villains is a PIT FIGHTER. he fights blindfolded thats why he's called the bat #ocarina batman's Look is if you combined punk + assassins creed aesthetic together and then gave it an ocarina #the ocarina is because i thought it'd be cool if its how he and robin communicated across long distances bc they didnt have comms #because they are ✨poor✨ and live in a one room apartment in crime alley.#and also the mental image of him sitting on. rooftop ledge in the rain playing 'song of storms' from LoZ was too fantastic to ignore #like bro imagine hearing that as a criminal. you're off doing shady shit with your gang and in the distance you hear the faint and #haunting melody of an ocarina. two of them in a call and response duet. and its getting closer. and you cannot find where #siren type shit fr fr #look he has the assassins creed hood and a long ass coat that has spikes on the end that when flared out looks like the silhouette of a bat #on fucking GOD i am this 👌 close to finding an artist doing commissions to make this for me. i am frothing at the mouth #he is 17-19 years old with his little brother-son Robin. Logically Robin is Dick but in my heart of hearts the first Robin is Jason #and he has perfected the art of getting his older brother to play songs on the pan flute for him. long pitchy whine on his own ocarina #the familiar childlike 'pleeeaaaaaaase?' and he knows he's won when there is a 10s silence on the other end before his brother plays #a lullaby.#look up 'sailor moon - pan flute (relaxing) on youtube' and when there's the thumbnail of two green skinned aliens with long blue and pink #hair. click on it. THAT is the song Bruce plays.#hhhhhhhhhhh frothing at the mouth over this au sooo fucking badly

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