#shay answers

[persimmonteas]

☕️+ going easy on yourself when your mind is not

(also can we send multiple? i love your blog and you just seem like such an interesting person!)

Typically, I ask myself why I'm being hard on myself. It's usually because:

I've gone too many days not taking care of my body. Hard reset with food and sleep. If I'm like acutely sad or angry and there doesn't seem to be a good reason for it, something is up body-function wise. I need to eat a plant, I need sleep, or I need to take a walk and chill. You cannot grind your way through everything—your body can and will force a hard reset if you go too many days.

I somehow think I should magically jump gulfs in competency levels at something. This is usually sparked by seeing somebody be way better than me at something. I try to tell myself that unless I'm going to ask them how they do something, I need to just put the blinders on and focus on skill building in doses over time. Being envious sucks and it's humbling as hell, but it will not help me improve unless I'm actively acting on it.

I'm getting critiqued by authority figures. I'll throw this in because I used to struggle with this when I was younger, but it doesn't affect me much anymore. Well, I guess I can lump this in with #2 a bit too. I need to sit down and interrogate whether or not I truly care about the thing that they/I'm criticizing myself over. Is this a thing I think I should care about or do I actually care about it? And if I do actually care about it, what's a very concrete/tangible next action I can take to improve it?

And sometimes you just gotta ask a friend to tell you that everything will be ok, you aren't a unique failure, and distract you. Or show you a new way to approach something.

Yes, please do! Thank you <3

Send me ☕️ + question/topic and i’ll give you my advice/opinion on it!

#shay answers #shay's advice column

[shay-creates]

24. GREED - If you could steal a character from any other story, who would you take?

25. GRIEF - Do you regret killing off any characters? :D

ooh. Thanks for the ask!

Greed: I'd probably steal Wen Ning from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. Wanna give him a friend. He'd probably get along pretty well with Shysie from The Eleven Evils. They're both soft spoken and gentle people who wouldn't normally hurt or kill.

Grief: Regret? Nah... So far I haven't met a situation where I regret killing a character, but there is still time since I haven't actually written anything yet. I will get really sad when I get around to writing certain character deaths though, does that count?

#Shay answers #ask games #writblr #Shay stories

[sidespromptblog]

That and no one would believe Virgil of he told them that Logan stuck his tongue out!!!!

Yup!

Virgil would just rant about it to himself, how Patton would just pat him on the back with a concerned look.

But nobody knows...

Except for Virgil and Logan.

#shay answers

[ladyyshayos]

WAIT YOU’RE REALLY ENGAGED TO YOUR PARTNER?! How does your family feel about it since y’all are young. Sorry if it’s insensitive or invasive!

ahaha yes, i’m seriously engaged. my family is super supportive actually. we sent off birthday and christmas gifts already to @loqov . my mom is super into wedding planning rn too and just wants them to be here already, which i 1000000% also want

#my fiancé ladies and gentlemen #loqov #shay answers #shay talks about personal shit

[ladyylesbian]

#shay answers #loqov #my fiancé ladies and gentlemen

[shaykesqueer]

🐭 :)

Slightly! 🥹 That seems fair 💅 thank u!

#shay answers #asks #ask game #jesusbutbetterrr

[teecupangel]

Colossal Squid! Desmond and I'll give you my bones

“Have you heard the legends of the Kraken, Shay?”

“Every sailor has.” Shay answered politely, glancing at their guest.

Even as bitter wind gripped its claws at them, Haytham Kenway looked as prim and proper as a gentleman on his way to watch an opera.

Shay, on the other hand, had pulled the fabric around his neck up to cover his freezing nose.

“And do the stories tell of the Kraken a monster that destroys without any care of one’s status or upbringing?”

“The sea is a cruel mistress to all, Master Kenway.” Shay answered, glancing to his right. Gist just shrugged, obviously also a bit confused to why Haytham Kenway was talking about the Kraken all of a sudden.

“Yes, she is.” Haytham agreed as he walked towards the bow of the ship, “But the Kraken is not cruel.”

“He is playful and intelligent. He also has the habit of trying to show his displeasure using his limbs.” Haytham continued, making the other crew members stare at him, forgetting their tasks as they listened to a man who sounded like he knew the Kraken himself, “But above all else…”

“He is one ugly squid.” Haytham commented.

They would have laughed at that but the waters beneath them grew dark almost immediately.

Large tentacles rose from the depths and the crew shouted in fear and surprise.

Shay immediately ordered them to main the cannons but stopped when Haytham said, “It is no use. Human weaponry does not work on him.”

Shay froze, noticing that what he had thought to have been sunlight against the tentacles was actually…

Glowing lines that reminded Shay of the light of that device back in Lisbon.

For a brief moment, Shay was paralyzed, the fear and pain of that day flashing before him.

Haytham was still speaking and Shay tried to focus on his voice.

Haytham wasn’t there in Lisbon.

Shay wasn’t there in Lisbon anymore.

Haytham was his anchor to the present.

“The Kraken is what those who know nothing call him. The Templars though… had a different name for him.” Haytham continued calmly, as if the ship had not been kept in place by tentacles coiling all around it. There was no creaking sound and that only made Shay more frightened.

The Kraken knew how to control its strength so it wouldn’t damage the ship, only keep it immobilized.

That kind of intelligence…

“Desmond.”

Shay frowned.

Where have he heard the name before?

“The sea monster that Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad tamed. The ruler of the seas that cares for the Assassin Brotherhood.”

That’s right.

Shay heard Adéwalé talked about a ‘Desmond’ before. Shay had thought it was some kind of pet because Adéwalé talked about how it followed his old friend whenever he sailed.

One of the tentacles reach out towards Haytham and Shay shouted, “Master Kenway!”

Haytham raised a hand, stopping Shay from unsheathing his dual blades.

“Do not move, do not speak, do not even think.” Haytham ordered calmly, “He is here for me.”

“Will this be the day you drag me into the depths, Desmond?” Haytham asked, a slight curiosity in his tone, “Or will you still prolong this dance we share?”

The tentacle wrapped around his neck but, with how big the tentacle was, it wrapped his entire upper body instead.

Haytham didn’t seem worried, looking at the sea below as he stood at the very tip of the bow, “Well?”

Shay and the rest of the crew could only stare, frozen by fear and confusion, as Haytham was slowly lifted.

… before he was placed in the center of the ship. The tentacles uncoil around him slowly. There was a pause before it flicked Haytham’s hat off and Haytham simply gave a tired sigh.

The tentacles let go of the ship and returned to the depths of the sea.

It took a few seconds before the water returned to its normal color.

The entire crew gave out a relieved sigh as many of them fell on their asses.

“Master Kenway, what was that?” Shay asked and all of them turned to stare at the mysterious man as he picked up his hat.

“That was Desmond.” Haytham said as if he was just introducing a family friend he didn’t get along with, “The Sea Scourge of the Templars. He attacks every ship that shows its Templar affiliation. He won’t attack this ship though.”

“It won’t?” Shay couldn’t stop himself from sounding skeptical.

“As long as I sail with you, he will not.” Haytham said.

“Why?”

“Because that squid still believes I am my father’s son.”

#desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #look it was either this #or this is going to turn into a squidja situation #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #haytham kenway #shay cormac #ngl i just wanted to write haytham and shay #i've been writing edward for most marine desmond asks XD

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Nathan Kress + Answering Tweets About Season 3

#we don't deserve him #he is the best #i love him #bless his heart #love his answers too #the improv for the wedding venue kiss #perfection #he is so optimistic #i hope that means we have hope #icarly #icarly reboot #icarly revival #creddie #carly x freddie #freddie x carly #carly shay #freddie benson #nathan kress #miranda cosgrove #love #season 3

[ridingtorohan]

𓇻 ft. shay cormac x assassin recruit gn reader 𓇻 warnings! minor spoilers for AC Rogue. alcohol consumption + minor injury. 𓇻 au. reader is Hope and Liam's newest addition to the Brotherhood. Unfortunately, you've just learned about Shay's involvement... long after you've already met him. 𓇻 enjoy! feel free to like, reblog, or send in asks! ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎read on ao3! - masterlist - join the taglist!

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"Looks like you've got a right shiner this time."

It's a voice you recognize, even through the thick of the fog. With bottle of brandy in hand, opening to your bottom lip, you've managed to cool the swell of your ego better than you have your bruise. Tongue darts out, pushing at your upper lip.

His glove rests to your cheekbone, index finger trailing softly over tender skin. Never tender enough because you flinch instinctively, expression pulling tighter. Guarded was never a flattering expression on Shay and it certainly wasn't now. Nose wrinkling, you incline your head away, the cold now freshly stinging.

Even though it's been a few hours, the tenderness hasn't gone down, still bitter and sitting coloured beneath the flush of your skin. At least you've managed the swelling some. The ghost of Shay's fingers on your skin lingers. You turn away, nursing the bottle with another sip. With a low, wanting creak of wood, the saloon's deck groans beneath Shay's weight as he shifts, back turned towards the banister, eyes always on you. Elbows resting over the rails, fresh snow lines the roots of his dark hair, skin still unbothered by the cold. So he's the one you heard step out after you.

"Did Hope give it to ye?" He asked, voice low and careful, eyes still impossibly dark, even when the warm tavern light dances over his features. Your mouth twists, sour line worrying into the skin.

"Liam."

"Ah." Then, "Well, he's always been a right git anyhow."

Looking at him like this, an air of familiarity drifting between you two, it almost tempers the sorrow and grief that still echoes in your bones. The insisting song of rage and injustice. Your fingers curl tighter around the bottle- and you see it too. How Shay's eyes don't even dart away but a barely perceptible twitch. Always watching each movement. A biting scoff rises in your throat before you can stop it.

For everything that Hope and Liam had trained you for, for all the burdens you bore, memories and lessons drilled into your head- this was not how you thought it would go.

Because every scary story told to you, every drill and hasty explanation- it was all because of him. Every bruise and aching joint- every nasty remark and lessons forced well past their dues. Even Achilles, as senile as he seemed, remarked upon the force the Brotherhood trained you.

All to avenge ghosts of Assassins you didn't know, never had a chance to know. All for a Brotherhood that had been tarnished before you joined.

You were meant to replace Shay, you realize that now. A bitter truth that had come to a head earlier that night, when Liam saw how you held your blades. Accosted you for it, demanding where you learned it from. 'From Shay', you had wanted to say, because it had been the truth. Then the rest of it followed, with Hope pleading with you to leave for the night while everyone cooled down. While they cooled down.

Looking back, you should have known better than to accept some strange man's friendly banters in taverns. Known better than to walk his boat, learning its knots better than you learned your knives.

It makes sense. Shay befriended you to sniff out the Assassin's plans. It made sense. Just as it made sense that Liam tried building you into a better tool, trying to outpace the losses that the Brotherhood had suffered.

'It's not fair.'

You think how his hands felt on your sides, careful in his guidance. Teaching you with a far greater patience than Liam had, with far kinder methods than Hope's. You had learned better under Shay- and somehow, that made it all worse, stinging more than the betrayal did.

"I hate you," you tell him. Shay tilts his head, little more than an acknowledgement. Eyes studying you, judging your reaction. Fog puffs in front of his face with his slow exhale. The wind blows it back, dusting across dark eyes before disappearing into the night.

"I know."

Still, even though you know, even though he knows, neither of you move. It's just the slow tilt of the bottle against your lips, burning motion of liquor down your throat. Cold seeping through your clothes, always too thin, never durable enough for the winter. Something that Shay had tried to correct you on but Kesegowaase didn't care for. Always too busy for your innate questions.

You want to hate Shay for everything. Pin it all on him. It'd be the easiest way. Give in to what your mentors had been trying to drill into your head: enemy, enemy, enemy.

Glass presses to your lips again. Shay's fingers ghost over yours, leather pressing light to exposed fingers. A grip that remains solid - but not insistent... and with the patience of a man that wouldn't exist in the Shay that the Brotherhood knew.

But he lets you take another drink anyway. You weren't a lightweight. Shay had made sure of that.

"Are you going to kill me?" You decide on saying when the fire has tempered in your throat. All that's left is the chill in your eyes, the nip of frost and frozen winds on your cheeks.

His fingers remain on the bottle and with a light tug, you concede, letting him bring it to his own lips. Cleanshaven, unlike the scruffy remnants that you had been sworn to. In all the ways that matter, he's unlike the man you've been told about. But you can see where the threat lies, the careful way he tilts his shoulders, languid but prepared. That part of the stories are true.

"Only if our blades cross," Shay responds, swallow audible, eyes dark as he peers at you over the neck of the bottle. He passes it to you, fingers brushing over yours.

Fingers connect. You try not to memorize how they feel.

"They'll order me to kill you," you decide to say.

Shay blinks, then blinks again when the snow lingers on his lashes. "Aye. And I won't let you." You scoff bitterly against the bottle. You both have roles to play. You just wish yours wasn't this.

You turn your eyes away, skimming over the balcony, out into the rolling hills of snow. More powder falls from the sky, dusting across your shoulders, frozen kisses upon cold-flushed skin. It'd be easy, you know, for Shay to just reach over and slide his blade into your neck. Nobody would hear you. Even with gold light dusting over the white expanse ahead, there's still dark shadows. You're both still isolated.

The music in the other room sounds so far away.

He doesn't move and you get to take another drink.

You think, then, that this isn't all there is. That there's more to the man that you were told about. That words uttered with hate or hellfire don't amount to the hours you've spent by his side, listening to some bawdy tale that Gist told him.

Then, in the same breath, you think: he doesn't have to kill me and I don't have to kill him.

Then, in another: what if there was another way?

Because for all the assassins are, good teachers aren't one of them. That you still swore to protect the innocent and your blade hasn't known flesh. In all these moments, caught between the Homestead and someone you had thought you had known, there exists things that you don't know. Impossibly, that there might be kindness beyond this rage and suffering that everyone has been dealt.

Again, in your mind's eye, you feel the shadow of Shay's gloves on your arms and waist, correcting your stance. Think of Achilles' words, heated and grave. Of Hope's flattering gait as she leads you through her warehouse.

"Shay, what-" You turn, throat tight, shadows and aches lingering in your mind still. There's nothing there, the impressions of his boots filling with the drifting of snow. Only gloves left on the railing, cuffs rimmed with fur. Still warm, even as you press chapped and shaking fingers inside, leather cushioning your palms. Because this is who Shay is, always watching out for you.

The next sip of the bottle goes down tasteless, no longer satisfying. The despair doesn't run as hot in your blood anymore, though the sense of betrayal lingers. Except now you wonder, just who exactly you feel betrayed by.

#assassin's creed #shay cormac #shay patrick cormac #the man the myth the legend #shay x reader #assassins creed x reader #assassins creed #assassins creed imagine #shay cormac imagine #reader insert #x reader #ac imagines #assassin's creed x reader #ooc: // you'll never take shay away from me copper #ooc: // (anakin voice) you will not take him from me! #ooc: // rogue and syndicate are my top fave ac games #ooc: // successfully dethroned ac2 #ooc: // may ezio rest in pieces #ooc: // brothers I was going to end it with comment of ''wondering if shay wouldve let you join him but you already knew what the answer wo #ooc: // would be'' #ooc: // (it would've been yes btw) #assassin's creed x you #assassin's creed x y/n #ac x you #ac x y/n #shay cormac x you #shay cormac x y/n

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

My mind is stuck back on Rogue. Someone please talk to me about it. Whether it's about Shay, him with my OC, Constance, the other characters, or just the game itself, I don't care. I'm just in the mood to fixate on this game at the moment. LOL

#I'm stuck without my laptop for the moment so heavy writing is sadly out of the question #but I can still answer asks #Assassin's Creed Rogue #Shay Cormac

[shays-shitposts]

do you like komugi's dog form from wonderful pretty cure? :)

she’s so cute 🥺🩷

LOOK AT HER HAPPY FACE. GHHHHH. MY HEART 😭🩷

#shay answers asks #hazbinhotel97 😈 #precure #wonderful precure #iroha inukai #komugi inukai

[persimmonteas]

what’s advice you give a lot?

i hate it when my friends doubt themselves regarding work or dating or a new hobby or whatever they wanna pursue and talk themselves out of trying

i drill “do not reject yourself before they do” into their heads (at their request!). like, I think the worst thing is to break your own heart about something you’re clearly longing for.

yes, the job can reject you. somebody can turn you down for a date. you might look dumb. but is that worse than shrinking your world? an unlived life as a spectator is worse imo

AMA

#shay answers #if I keep rejecting myself from doing something #it’s probably because I frankly do not want to do it and it would be better for me to push back and move on #also I think reminding yourself to not reject yourself before other people do #almost sets up whatever you’re going to do as an objective experiment #like will they? Will they not? let’s find out #just as long as you’re not doing the damn rejecting

[shay-creates]

Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday!

How does day-to-day life in your world differ from our own? What chores do the people have to do? What don't they have to do? What conveniences do they have that we don't?

Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday!

I'll answer this for the realm and time period of my current WIP (Dread Secrets).

....This is going to be a long response...oops. I hope this makes sense, but if something doesn't make sense or intrigues you more feel free to ask for clarification or more information about it!

In the era of Dread Secrets, day-to-day life is closer to medieval life, though even then there's differences from Earth's medieval times.

Magic is a common component of life, though magic is significantly weaker than during earlier eras. In this era, many people have such weak magic that they are determined to not have any at all. There are magic creatures and other animals that do not exist on Earth (Ex: The Clivdon: a horse that is roughly the size and build of a Percheron draft horse, omnivorous, intelligent, aggressive in the wild, and loyal once tamed/bonded to people).

Similar to present day, however, there is diversity in the people who live in and out of the kingdoms thanks in part to the first war which brought all continents and countries together through alliances and bloodshed.

Chores are much like today's. They clean their homes, look after their children, do their jobs, cook, bake, create. Depending on your job and status, you may have other people do chores for you (typically for pay or housing). They tend to their animals and crops as well if they are farmers or similar.

Some people have magic that can make life more convenient or aid in their day-to-day lives. Should you live in the City of Rudrian, it could even be more convenient to become a prostitute or entertainer, depending on your preferences thanks to the God of Pleasure and God of Festivals who have patroned the city since it was barely an established village. (does it make sense?....probably not....is it true? yes)

Primordials, the Ancients, Gods, and Immortals walk the earth and can bless people and places. Getting a blessing from any of them holds different meanings. Primordial blessings can be passed down for generations, preventing illness/disease, granting bountiful crops and health for livestock, and even increasing the magic potential of a lineage. Ancient blessings aid with navigation, connection with an aspect of the world, and increasing an individual's magic potential. God blessings allow proficiency, greater understanding, and knowledge about what the god rules over. Immortals offer a lesser blessing of the gods and often act as guardians over a God's realm or individuals their god has tasked them to protect.

#Shay answers #Anon asks Shay #Worldbuilding Wednesday #Shay WIP: Dread Secrets

[sc4llywag]

How did you learn about the Assassin's Creed games? Which are your favorites and why?

OHHGGHEHEGEG GOOD QUESTION‼️‼️💥💥

My lovely sister Courtney had Ac2, the collection with Liberation ac3 and ac4 in it, and Unity. (I have almost all the games now LMAO)

Idk when but one day I remembered how I used to watch her play Ac2, I was maybe 12, and she would climb on top of the buildings to get a viewpoint and I think I fell in love right then and there.

I just loved how it looked and the atmosphere blew me away. I couldn't play at the time though bc I was a child, mature game y'know.

I picked it up maybe last year and mistakenly played 3 after playing 2 so you can imagine how confused I was with the main storyline.

Once I played 3 though GOD I fell in LOVE WITH ITBRHRJRHE❤️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️💥💥

Its fs my fav ac considering all the amazing aspects of the game itself. Character design, world building, amazing storyline, super fun combat, it's so good rgegegege

All things said, I have more to say abt 3 but all the older games I hold so dearly to my heart and especially Rogue, it's my second fav<3

Thank you for asking my fellow brother<33

#assassin's creed #assassins creed #ask #q&a #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #ezio auditore #desmond miles #shay patrick cormac #assassin's creed 3 #assassin's creed 2 #assassin's creed rogue #ac rogue #ramble #ranting #answer #scallywagrants

[lady-phasma]

So the thots just involve being subjected over and over to just the tip of him because as unhinged as he is, he couldn’t have become such a skilled fighter without learning some degree of control.

So he can be patient with me and just overstimulate me (and himself!) without the risk of anything getting hurt (or infected since we know he’s sticking it in other places 🤡)!

But also it would be so pretty? This big bad Harkonnen with such a pretty little head that only brings you pleasure when it breaches the pulsing ring of your soft muscle…

🥴🥴🥴

feyd’s worm >>> shai hulud

Oh my lord. Best thots! Shallowing is hot! Sheesh. Why is he so sexy?!

I am so glad folks are on board with a circumcised Feyd! And I will always listen to these kinds of thots about Feyd.

#but if he wanted me to call it shai hulud... #unhinged #and I am here for it #asked and answered #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd headcanon

[ladyylesbian]

mmmm if I met you, I would give you a hug anddd i have a plan to make a fun video with you (:

👀👀 what does this mean 😂😂😂 a fun video? i’m only thinking sex tape and we both know this would never happen. please help and elaborate 😌

“if i met you…”

#shay answers #kitmoas #shay does asks games and trends