#Arno is close second

[thou-babbling-brook]

Finished AC Unity. RIP Arno Dorian you would’ve loved Alcoholics Anonymous (AA)

[teecupangel]

How would Ezio react if Desmond and the other assassins walked in on him getting it on with some random girl he brought home?

Desmond The first few times it happened, he’d apologize and close the door even if it means locking himself out of their shared apartment.

Later down the line, he just sighs, reminds Ezio to wear a protection and also stress that Ezio was going to clean the room he’s having sex in… twice.

Altaïr

Ignores them and continues to do what he’s supposed to do. If they’re in the kitchen getting frisky, this man would absolutely prepare tea and take food out of the fridge to bring to his room or the living room, depending on where he’s doing his research. If they’re in the living room and Altaïr needs something in it like a book or something, this man would absolutely not care of how rude he was being and continue to just do whatever he was about to do.

Any attempts to invite him by Ezio’s current paramour is met with a look that showed Altaïr’s total disregard for their feelings and his unimpressed expression that do not hide how stupid he thinks that suggestion is.

Ratonhnhaké:ton

The first time it happened, he froze for a second before silently walking about.

Will never walk in on Ezio after that incident. It’s like he has developed a sixth sense and knows when to evade the apartment. Would usually text Desmond to warn him to stay away as well.

Edward

Absolutely starts lying about how proud he was that Ezio could finally get hard again after [insert the most ridiculous lies he could think of and changes every time this happened like it was his own personal ‘do you want to know how I got this scar?’ meme].

Arno

Apologizes, gives Ezio an awkward thumbs up then leaves. It’s the same thumbs up and awkward smile each time. Honestly, Ezio is wondering if Arno has that as his specific ‘I saw Ezio fucking someone’ reaction.

Jacob and Evie

Jacob suggested he join them and Evie drags him away while apologizing furiously to Ezio’s partner (but not Ezio himself, she can’t look at him at all). Ezio knows twins both looked at his dick.

Bayek

Quietly leaves, prepares food for the girl, talks to her a bit, escort her out of the apartment then goes and talk to Ezio about the ‘proper way’ to cohabit with other Assassins so this doesn’t happen again.

Basim (Mirage version)

Absolutely balled a cat at Ezio while he was ‘busy’ and it scratched his back. Every time Basim walks in on them, he will pick up the nearest animal he can find and throw it at Ezio then run away. One time, he threw a raccoon and Ezio caught it, getting into a staring contest with said raccoon longer than necessary.

[demigoddessqueens]

Gonna give the poor boys a heart attack but imagine how absolutely TERRIFIED Haytham, Shay, Connor, Arno, Ezio, Altair, and Malik would be if you got kidnapped. ESPECIALLY if it was by the other faction.

I mean, Haytham's sister was kidnapped, I think that's reason enough for him to absolutely panic if you were as well. The assassins know what the Templars are capable of. Especially Malik and Ezio. Shay always seems like he'd be extremely protective anyways.

And if you were hurt by your captors? Even tortured? Heads would probably roll and you probably aren't leaving your poor boyfriend's sight ever again.

First off, how dare you??! 😭💔

Second, oh boy , buckle up

haytham

he feels like his chest is about to cave in from how rapid his heart is beating when he hears the news

It’s all hands on decks to look for you and find you

when he finds you, he rushes to your care immediately and the stern facade falls as silent tears fall

shay

if this was when he’s an Assassin, he’s INCREDIBLY impulsive and hot-headed and will do anything to get you back

Templar-wise, it goes the same way only there’s more of a vicious element to it because it’s the Assassins he once knew

ultimately, when you are safely returned, he refuses to leave your side at all times

connor

There will be no remaining Templars who know peace for the short time they have remaining

This man will go above and beyond to find you, even against the better judgment he knows of what will be a dangerous situation

the moment he has you back with him, he insists to help you with anything, everything and refuses to leave your side

ezio

Oh why torture this poor man?? All of Italy and the Borgias will know his wrath!!

He REFUSES to let what happened to Cristina happen to you

As soon as you’re returned home, it’s all hands and allies on deck to help you recover, all under Ezio’s watchful eye

arno

Everything feels like it’s crashing down and he’s barely hanging on by a thread

Also a disaster like Ezio but amped up more, sobbing flashbacks between seeing your face and Elise’s

Once you’re back home, he’s always there to help you through the nightmares and gets emotional when you try to sleep or help replace your bandages

malik

Livid and so afraid for you, but he hides it behind barking orders

Altair knows better than to interfere but does all he can to help his friend

Once you’re back home, Malik constantly holds to you and worries for your safety

altair

He is livid!! The entirety of Masyaf and Jerusalem will be scoured by every inch to find you. Behind closed doors those golden eyes betray his heartbreak

No Templar is safe from his blade and he cuts them down easily

Having you back home requires all of his attention when you recover, heal and the Flying Eagle himself never letting you go far at least not without him

[saberamane]

Guys... I just had a really cool fanart idea for Assassin's Creed... but I can't draw people 😭

Basically your perspective is that you're standing in the doorway of a room (an Isu vault, specifically) with columns leading from the doorway to a dais at the back.

Its a 4 tiered dais, circular, with Desmond standing in the center/top of the dais. Of course he has some cool glowing isu markings, in some sort of modified armor/Assassin robes.

1 step down on either side of Desmond (kind of just slightly in front of him, in a guarding position) are Altair and Ezio.

On the same step but behind Desmond, kind of hidden in shadow, is Clay.

Skip a step, and in similar positions to Altair and Ezio are Edward and Ratonhnhak:ton.

On the ground by the columns closest the dais are Arno and Eivor.

At the second column on one side is Jacob and Evie, with Kassandra and Alexios on the opposite side.

And on top of the columns closest to the door, kind of hidden, are Bayek and (non-evil/Isu) Basim.

A very simplistic diagram of their positions:

Basically I want the feeling to be 'If you want him, you have to get through us first.' Like a gauntlet of death. Only the first round is completely unfair as you wouldn't notice Bayek and Basim to begin with.

And if you somehow got past them, you'd have a 4 versus you with Jacob, Evie, Kassandra, and Alexios.

Evie is fast and Jacob lives for a good brawl, but you might be able to beat them. But Kassandra and Alexios are both demi gods so... good luck with that?

Havent played unity yet, so I don't know much about Arno but I do know he has that handy phantom something or other, which shoots poison? (Which, actually, Evie and Jacob also have that but whatever lol). But Eivor is also kind of a demi God imo with the Odin thing going on.

Ratonhnhak:ton has his dlc powers (with the glowing blue eyes) so can summon ghost wolves to fight but is also just a tank in a fight. And Edward canonically fights like a devil.

Get through all that, and you still have the 2 most legendary Assassin Mentors to get through.

You're probably thinking 'why is Clay Desmond's last defense? After legendary assassins and demi gods and reincarnated Isu??'

Well, Clay's not. You get past everyone else, Desmond will just smite you with the apple. Honestly, Clay is in the back to protect everyone else. He likely isn't completely mentally stable lol. (He's like... the psycho BFF that will kill for you unprompted. He needs to stay close to Desmond so he doesn't get in trouble.)

I wish I could draw so bad because this looks so badass in my mind...

[germanpostwarmodern]

The work of architects Arno Lederer, Jórunn Ragnarsdóttir and Marc Oei is one of remarkably consistent quality, contemporary but never aiming at short-term effects. Well-versed in the history of modern and classical architecture the architects since 1976 designed a considerable number of outstanding projects: sometimes clearly indebted to classical modernism, sometimes processing Scandinavian influences, often in close exchange with the local traditions and context LRO always seek to improve the overall context in which their buildings are conceived. This core conviction as well as their architectural roots and design principles are outlined in the text introducing the first volume of their work monograph: „Lederer Ragnarsdóttir Oei 1“, first published by Jovis in 2012 and reprinted in 2021, contains 46 projects ranging from housing over commercial buildings to architecture for institutions and in its unagitated but high-quality design perfectly embodies the virtues of the three architects. Consistently illustrated with black-and-white photographs and plans the monograph provides a comprehensive overview of LRO’s architecture from 1976 up until 2012 that also zooms in on the details decisively contributing to the overall quality of their buildings: surfaces, light regime and form coalesce in an architecture encouraging to explore, touch and take a second or third look.

„Lederer Ragnarsdóttir Oei 1“, designed by the architects themselves, is a rare display of both visual and content quality that perfectly embodies the office’s fundamentals. Highly recommended!

[pinkdaisies9285]

I Know Who You Pretend I Am

Arno Dorian x Reader

Summary: You had been in a relationship with Arno for a while but, can one night tip the scales?

Warning: Angst, drunk Arno (is that a warning?), reader being very self conscious, reader is not very confident, not beta read because we die like Marquis De Sade

Word Count: 1,518

Authors Note: Hi everyone! Its been a while since I last wrote something but here we are. I have fallen in love with all the Assassin's Creed characters recently from playing some. I got inspired by Mitski's Washing Machine Heart for this story! I will warn that I Haven't played Unity but I watched the entire cutscene movie so I hope you enjoy!

You always knew that you were his second love. You could never compare to his first, Élise. She was his soulmate and the one who made him the man he was now. Arno told you repeatedly that she was in his past and that he would never compare you to her. Yet, there is always a small twinge in your heart that tells you that you would never come close. And that small twinge began to spread across your heart completely.

It started when many of his fellow assassins asked if you knew about her. Every time they would ask, the guilt was apparent on their faces. Like they were trying to let down a child softly.

“He’s told you about her, right? His first love, Élise?” 

“You’re very different from her, Arno’s first lover, Élise. But that doesn’t mean you’re not the right one for him.”

Some of these conversations made you feel very self-conscious about everything. Were you smart like her? Pretty like her? Strong like her?

You knew that you couldn't compare to a highly trained Templar member who helped stop chaos from ensuing during the Revolution, but still, you wanted to be able to stand by Arno with pride. So you started working at the Café Theatre to help support Arno and his cause. You thought it was the best way to become a strong foundation for him. At least that's what you thought when your relationship started, but now you're unsure. 

The doubt continued to grow when you started to see signs that Élise wasn't really left in Arno's past. He kept things like her Templar necklace beside his bed and a small portrait of her in his study connected to the Café. These things in the beginning didn’t bother you, but when Arno would turn to these items first to quietly lick his wounds after certain missions, you knew that they weren’t just trinkets. They were his solace in dark times, not you.

Even though all these occurrences were adding to your doubts, you had stopped yourself many times from spiraling. Yet, the final nail in the coffin happened on a rainy night.

You had finished helping close the Café, and you were heading up to Arno's home connected to it. The drizzle of the rain could be heard through the windows as it landed on the roads outside. Usually, weather like this made you calm and relaxed, but something inside your mind was unsettled.

Shaking your head out of the spell of the hypothetical doom it was conjuring, you finally found Arno sitting next to the fireplace. There was an empty bottle of wine next to him, with another one on the floor. 

You knew that he had just come back from a difficult mission, but you didn't realize it was that bad. He rarely drank that much wine in one sitting. 

Slowly, you made your way over to where he was sitting.

“Arno, my love, are you okay?” You asked softly.

Arno turned his head in the direction of your voice. His face was slightly flushed, and his eyes were droopy. He was definitely drunk.

“Ahh, my chérie, where have you been? I have missed you so much,” he replied with a dopey smile.

You giggled and leaned over to give him a peck on the lips. 

Arno responded with urgency and made the peck into a full kiss. His lips tasted like sour grapes from all the wine he had been drinking. He moaned softly, “Oh, Élise.” 

You froze completely. Did he just say Élise? Did the man you loved with all your heart just call you his first love while in a drunken stupor? You felt like you could hear the cracking of your heart until it completely shattered into a million pieces. 

Your doubts were confirmed; you would never be her. The ethereal ghost that seemed to hover around your relationship had finally sunk its claws into it and ripped it to shreds. 

Were you that unremarkable that you couldn't be close to Élise? You quickly ripped away from Arno, stepping back while your body shook. Thoughts bouncing all around your mind.

Arno looked confused as to why you did this. What had he done for his love to step away?

“Élise, what did I do?” He slurred with droopy, sad eyes. He had a look of concern and sleepiness that almost made you weak for it, but no, this was the breaking point. You knew that it was time to step back from this situation and maybe from Arno completely.

“Nothing, my love, nothing,” you replied. “I'm going to just grab something and then we can go to bed, okay?”

“Okay, chérie, I'll be in our room then,” Arno said while slowly getting up and stumbling down the hall to your shared bedroom. Well, his bedroom now, because you knew it was time to go. 

Quickly, you went to another room and grabbed one of the bags that were in there. You quickly made haste to fill it with things that would help you escape into the curtain rain that was coming down harder now outside. Luckily, you spotted some clean clothes in the main room from you when you did some laundry, as well as some money you had gotten working at the Café. You shoved them into the bag and closed it. You grabbed some paper and ink to write a small note. Scribbling down short sentences while tears streaked down your face. Finished, you placed it on the table near where Arno had left his robes.

Grabbing your cloak, you made your way to the back door as quietly as you could so Arno wouldn't notice. Opening the door, you looked back one last time at the home you had nurtured with Arno over time. 

Memories danced across the room like glass reflecting light. 

The time you bandaged Arno up from a mission. The time when he surprised you with your favorite dessert as a way to start courting you. The time you kissed near the fireplace. It all melted together in your mind. 

Looking down the hallway, you saw a faint light from the bedroom and heard soft snores spilling out. He was asleep, which meant you were safe to leave. 

With tears continuing to slide down your face, you hurried out into the misty darkness of the night. Never to be seen again.

—

Arno woke up with a splitting headache. All he could remember from last night was coming home from his latest mission, angry with its outcome. His target was harder than he expected to catch, as well as he had too many witnesses who saw him finish the job. Which meant a lot of bribing and tying up loose ends. It resulted in him coming home and wanting to drink his worries away. 

Usually, the amount of wine he had wouldn’t make him drunk, but Arno had cut down on his drinking after everything had happened with Élise. He cut down even more, especially when you walked into his life. He felt like you had become his sun and moon. His everything. His reason to become a better man again.

So, the two bottles of wine felt like ten. Which meant he needed a remedy for the pulse happening inside his head. 

Walking out of the bedroom, Arno began to search for you. He didn’t remember you coming to bed with him, but maybe you got in after he fell asleep and left before he woke up.

“Ma Chérie, where are you?” he called out while entering the main room. 

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary from what he could see at first. His wine bottles were still in the same place, and his robes hadn’t been touched. Yet, he saw a small piece of paper near his robes that wasn’t there before.

Walking over to it, Arno felt a sense of undetermined dread come over his body. He didn’t know why, but something about this paper would change things. Picking it up, he began to read.

“Dear Arno,

I cannot deal with this weight on my heart anymore. I realize now that I will never be her and that the one you were kissing last night was not me but her. Please don’t go looking for me, as I know that nothing will change my mind. I hope that you will find someone who will be close to her.  

Goodbye, 

Ta chérie”

Arno felt the blood drain from his face as he read the note. You had left and disappeared? All because of his first love? What happened last night for it to end up like this?

Arno sat down in the chair near the fireplace, thinking hard about what he had done, and it all flooded back into his mind. 

You coming home, him being drunk, you kissing him, and him calling you Élise. 

He had made the biggest mistake in the world, and now he was paying for it. And all it took was him imagining someone else when he closed his eyes and kissed you.

Arno Dorian x Reader

Summary: You had been in a relationship with Arno for a while but, can one night tip the scales?

Warning: Angst, drunk Arno (is that a warning?), reader being very self conscious, reader is not very confident, not beta read because we die like Marquis De Sade

Word Count: 1,518

Authors Note: Hi everyone! Its been a while since I last wrote something but here we are. I have fallen in love with all the Assassin's Creed characters recently from playing some. I got inspired by Mitski's Washing Machine Heart for this story! I will warn that I Haven't played Unity but I watched the entire cutscene movie so I hope you enjoy!

You always knew that you were his second love. You could never compare to his first, Élise. She was his soulmate and the one who made him the man he was now. Arno told you repeatedly that she was in his past and that he would never compare you to her. Yet, there is always a small twinge in your heart that tells you that you would never come close. And that small twinge began to spread across your heart completely.

It started when many of his fellow assassins asked if you knew about her. Every time they would ask, the guilt was apparent on their faces. Like they were trying to let down a child softly.

“He’s told you about her, right? His first love, Élise?” 

“You’re very different from her, Arno’s first lover, Élise. But that doesn’t mean you’re not the right one for him.”

Some of these conversations made you feel very self-conscious about everything. Were you smart like her? Pretty like her? Strong like her?

You knew that you couldn't compare to a highly trained Templar member who helped stop chaos from ensuing during the Revolution, but still, you wanted to be able to stand by Arno with pride. So you started working at the Café Theatre to help support Arno and his cause. You thought it was the best way to become a strong foundation for him. At least that's what you thought when your relationship started, but now you're unsure. 

The doubt continued to grow when you started to see signs that Élise wasn't really left in Arno's past. He kept things like her Templar necklace beside his bed and a small portrait of her in his study connected to the Café. These things in the beginning didn’t bother you, but when Arno would turn to these items first to quietly lick his wounds after certain missions, you knew that they weren’t just trinkets. They were his solace in dark times, not you.

Even though all these occurrences were adding to your doubts, you had stopped yourself many times from spiraling. Yet, the final nail in the coffin happened on a rainy night.

You had finished helping close the Café, and you were heading up to Arno's home connected to it. The drizzle of the rain could be heard through the windows as it landed on the roads outside. Usually, weather like this made you calm and relaxed, but something inside your mind was unsettled.

Shaking your head out of the spell of the hypothetical doom it was conjuring, you finally found Arno sitting next to the fireplace. There was an empty bottle of wine next to him, with another one on the floor. 

You knew that he had just come back from a difficult mission, but you didn't realize it was that bad. He rarely drank that much wine in one sitting. 

Slowly, you made your way over to where he was sitting.

“Arno, my love, are you okay?” You asked softly.

Arno turned his head in the direction of your voice. His face was slightly flushed, and his eyes were droopy. He was definitely drunk.

“Ahh, my chérie, where have you been? I have missed you so much,” he replied with a dopey smile.

You giggled and leaned over to give him a peck on the lips. 

Arno responded with urgency and made the peck into a full kiss. His lips tasted like sour grapes from all the wine he had been drinking. He moaned softly, “Oh, Élise.” 

You froze completely. Did he just say Élise? Did the man you loved with all your heart just call you his first love while in a drunken stupor? You felt like you could hear the cracking of your heart until it completely shattered into a million pieces. 

Your doubts were confirmed; you would never be her. The ethereal ghost that seemed to hover around your relationship had finally sunk its claws into it and ripped it to shreds. 

Were you that unremarkable that you couldn't be close to Élise? You quickly ripped away from Arno, stepping back while your body shook. Thoughts bouncing all around your mind.

Arno looked confused as to why you did this. What had he done for his love to step away?

“Élise, what did I do?” He slurred with droopy, sad eyes. He had a look of concern and sleepiness that almost made you weak for it, but no, this was the breaking point. You knew that it was time to step back from this situation and maybe from Arno completely.

“Nothing, my love, nothing,” you replied. “I'm going to just grab something and then we can go to bed, okay?”

“Okay, chérie, I'll be in our room then,” Arno said while slowly getting up and stumbling down the hall to your shared bedroom. Well, his bedroom now, because you knew it was time to go. 

Quickly, you went to another room and grabbed one of the bags that were in there. You quickly made haste to fill it with things that would help you escape into the curtain rain that was coming down harder now outside. Luckily, you spotted some clean clothes in the main room from you when you did some laundry, as well as some money you had gotten working at the Café. You shoved them into the bag and closed it. You grabbed some paper and ink to write a small note. Scribbling down short sentences while tears streaked down your face. Finished, you placed it on the table near where Arno had left his robes.

Grabbing your cloak, you made your way to the back door as quietly as you could so Arno wouldn't notice. Opening the door, you looked back one last time at the home you had nurtured with Arno over time. 

Memories danced across the room like glass reflecting light. 

The time you bandaged Arno up from a mission. The time when he surprised you with your favorite dessert as a way to start courting you. The time you kissed near the fireplace. It all melted together in your mind. 

Looking down the hallway, you saw a faint light from the bedroom and heard soft snores spilling out. He was asleep, which meant you were safe to leave. 

With tears continuing to slide down your face, you hurried out into the misty darkness of the night. Never to be seen again.

—

Arno woke up with a splitting headache. All he could remember from last night was coming home from his latest mission, angry with its outcome. His target was harder than he expected to catch, as well as he had too many witnesses who saw him finish the job. Which meant a lot of bribing and tying up loose ends. It resulted in him coming home and wanting to drink his worries away. 

Usually, the amount of wine he had wouldn’t make him drunk, but Arno had cut down on his drinking after everything had happened with Élise. He cut down even more, especially when you walked into his life. He felt like you had become his sun and moon. His everything. His reason to become a better man again.

So, the two bottles of wine felt like ten. Which meant he needed a remedy for the pulse happening inside his head. 

Walking out of the bedroom, Arno began to search for you. He didn’t remember you coming to bed with him, but maybe you got in after he fell asleep and left before he woke up.

“Ma Chérie, where are you?” he called out while entering the main room. 

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary from what he could see at first. His wine bottles were still in the same place, and his robes hadn’t been touched. Yet, he saw a small piece of paper near his robes that wasn’t there before.

Walking over to it, Arno felt a sense of undetermined dread come over his body. He didn’t know why, but something about this paper would change things. Picking it up, he began to read.

“Dear Arno,

I cannot deal with this weight on my heart anymore. I realize now that I will never be her and that the one you were kissing last night was not me but her. Please don’t go looking for me, as I know that nothing will change my mind. I hope that you will find someone who will be close to her.  

Goodbye, 

Ta chérie”

Arno felt the blood drain from his face as he read the note. You had left and disappeared? All because of his first love? What happened last night for it to end up like this?

Arno sat down in the chair near the fireplace, thinking hard about what he had done, and it all flooded back into his mind. 

You coming home, him being drunk, you kissing him, and him calling you Élise. 

He had made the biggest mistake in the world, and now he was paying for it. And all it took was him imagining someone else when he closed his eyes and kissed you.

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

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[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Hello, darling Crowie! 💜 Thank you for opening your inbox for ficlet requests! If you have the time and energy, could you please give us a cozy winter ficlet with Arno and a female partner? Something short and sweet! Thank you so much!!! 💜🥖❄

Hello, hello, dear Susie! Thanks for dropping by! ^_^

I'm happy I finally had the time to write this, because I was all for writing this adorable scenario! I hope I captured some of the 'cozy' vibe you were looking for and that the writing isn't too clumsy - it's been a while since I've written for dear Arno.😅Regardless, I do hope you enjoy this piece; I had fun writing it! Thank you again for sending something in! <3

January, 1789 Versailles

A barrage of giggles that failed to be stifled broke the quiet air of the kitchen as you and Arno hurried in out of the snow, back from your bend around the city, which had lasted until three in the morning.

You knew Monsieur de la Serre would kill you both if he discovered you had stayed out so late - regardless of the status you and Arno had as his wards - but you were so high on love and wine that you honestly couldn't care less at that moment.

Arno clearly didn't care either as he pulled you down to the floor in front of the low-burning fireplace and kissed you once more, his hand clumsy as he blindly jabbed the live coals with a poker at the same time, in an attempt to liven up the fire.

But despite his kisses, the once-warm wine had begun cooling in your blood - and reminded again of the chilly dampness of your petticoats, you got up to prepare some hot chocolate for the two of you.

"Here," you smiled when you sat back down again and handed him a mug of the hot drink, "this'll warm you up."

"Mmm...I'd much rather you," he flirted as he slipped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close for another, albeit softer, kiss.

The sweet moment was broken, however, when you heard the familiar, heavy sound of the cook's footsteps; you both looked towards the door with alarm, instantly sobering up.

"Well, thanks to Providence, I've been granted again the key to my room..." Arno began as he rifled through his pocket, and held up the object with a smile, "...so, what do you say we take these drinks up there and get nestled in, eh?"

A small voice in the back of your swimming mind warned you against falling asleep in Arno's bed, but the lovely image of waking up in his arms to watch the falling snow in the morning quickly overtook the possibility of getting scolded by your guardian...

Seconds later, the cook was greeted with an empty room...but despite being alone, he swore he heard distant laughter echoing down one of the hallways...laughter belonging to a pair of wards who got a thrill out of breaking all the rules.

[wardensantoineandevka]

I LOVE accusing every single character of being a Breach collaborator without ANY regard for whether it makes sense or whether it's likely. Hell, it's almost better if it makes absolutely no sense and isn't all that likely, since this is entirely for my own amusement. But, some of them do make at least a bit of sense, and that's also so fun to think about. Ever since the Hieronymous drop, I've just been randomly pointing fingers at any character we don't yet know either way, and coming up with reasons that would be interesting or funny or how it might work, for funsies.

Jedediah Pom? He's extremely well-placed as a member of the media, and I'm constantly suspicious of how closely he watches everything, even with considering his job. Backpack? She always seems to be in the oddest places, and I would not be surprised if information was coming through her—knowingly or unknowingly. Kozma? Would fit in with her (horrifying) propensity to "collect" people and could function as a kind of first-look deal (awful).

Agatha Ledge? I feel like the gap between her Incendiary Imaging Device and Breach stuff can be very small if you lay the cards down right, no, I cannot explain (but a mad scientist-type who changes sides because they're unhappy with their pay or access is always great). One of Imelda's brunch group (Penny, Gert, Lucille, Desiree, Maeve)? The BETRAYAL! Olga Costigan? Extremely unlikely, but it would make Spahr's life worse in a specific way that is funny to only me. Gretel? Actually, this would be pretty great because she worked directly under Spahr, and also this would make Spahr handing off Hieronymous to her at the hotel really funny.

Arno Delagny? Maybe we should be questioning why so many former employees of the Delagney Hotel at the Vantage have Breached. Imogen Loxlee, Milton Fleit Sr.? Just imagine the chaos of that for a second. The Miravette twins? They clearly need something better to do with their time and sedition might be it. Melinda Crowne? She IS a friend of Sherman's and Emmet's mother. Spahr's parents that I assume he has? Again, would stress him out so much in a way that is funny to me specifically. Speaker Corsovia, Ambassador Isadore Riley? We don't know anything about either of them for this to mean anything, so why not.

It's genuinely so fun for me to just be constantly like: today's Breach collaborator is [spins wheel]

[d-esmond]

hiiii ✨ aileen and arno for the kids meme? 👀🩷

HI THANK U……they have two kids in crypsis, emilée and jean-thomas. i’ll go for the latter at random.

if they had a kid meme

Name: jean-thomas dorian

Gender: male

General appearance: little shorter than average, slim physique like his parents. he wears fairly standard regency era clothing, nothing flashy as to not draw any attention, or any disguises as he sees fit. (got that from arno naturally.) resting bitch face <3 and generally a youthful appearance that makes him look younger than he actually is.

Personality: he’s more of a talker than a fighter honestly, very socially inclined which. surprised both parents cs he’s nothing like them in that regard but u know. means they did well. he has a way of making people feel at ease. he’s trustworthy, though a little unpredictable and does what he wants, something that makes it difficult sometimes being the mentor of the french brotherhood and not communicating with the council etc etc. but its fine he does a good job. mostly.

Special talents: the quick talking is one. he’s got the standard assassin abilities. he’s quick. a very avid writer too! headcanon abt that later

Who they like better: oh he couldn’t possibly choose a favorite parent (aileen) he’s not a mama’s boy in the slightest (aileen) he doesn’t make it his life’s mission to be better and smarter than his father— okay no. he’s always been close to aileen and yes, arno was busy, he felt like he didn’t know his father for a long time and they clashed a lot cs they’re both stubborn and jean-thomas wants to disagree on everything so. But that settles later and they actually get much closer when he’s older. so a mama’s boy but no harm done etc

Who they take after more: i will cheat a little and say he’s actually a lot like his grandfather finley lol. but in a good way. bc finley sucks. the smooth talking, the unpredictable behavior, the Smart Guy. (but to be fair a lot of these are a walsh family staple.)

Personal headcanon: he kept journals from prettymuch the second he could write. he recorded a lot of the events surrounding the 1830 revolution, before he was mentor and arno was in the thick of it. so that was pretty important content in the archives of the brotherhood up until that friggin purge in 2000. i Also headcanon there was still a journal here or there among eloise’s possessions and in turn, for mido. (but the latter doesn’t care about it ofc. “my heritage does not matter to whats at stake today” or whatever. hater.)

Face Claim: random model guy dmitri murashev bc of the little pout and the ears. i can see it.

[taistelutaide]

Tuomas knocks out Joni again

Joni puts his gloves up, just as awed as Petri but twice as afraid...

"Back for more?" Tuomas circles Joni, a mean look in his eye, feeding off the man's fear, before closing the distance with a lunge and kayoing him for a second time with a vicious overhand right.

Arno climbs into the ring, as Joni is dragged out of it...

[teecupangel]

The lack of connor content on ao3 is slowly killing me. Do you have any fic recs or headcanons to feed this poor soul?

I am drawing blank on the fic rec other than my own works hahahaha, sorry.

So let’s focus on headcanons:

Ratonhnhaké:ton visits where his village used to be once a month after Achilles’ death. He doesn’t necessary believe his people would return there but he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, someone had left a sign or a clue for him or someone was visiting the site that could help him find his people. Once he officially became the mentor of the American Brotherhood, he visits once every few months. When he passed the title of mentor to his successor he visits the site every year on the death of his mother, no longer wishing for something to change but to simply visit his childhood home and talk to his mother.

Ratonhnhaké:ton and Aveline grew close during the reestablishment of the American Brotherhood. Some people debated on who should be the mentor between them but Aveline never truly had any desire to be a mentor, preferring the freedom that comes from being a Master Assassin. She is considered the unofficial second in command and would take over mentor duties when Ratonhnhaké:ton is out of the country.

Speaking of which, Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to visit Jenny one more time after their first meeting but Jenny told him to leave and never come back. According to Jenny, it was better for Ratonhnhaké:ton to ignore the fact that he was a Kenway and let the Kenway name die with her. While it may seem cruel, she believes her father would have preferred that Ratonhnhaké:ton would not be chained by the legacy and infamy that comes with the Kenway name.

Ratonhnhaké:ton also visited France and stayed for a few months. He meets Arno Dorian there and they developed a friendship. When Ratonhnhaké:ton returned to America, he brought with him a guillotine gun as a souvenir.

This man was a virgin during the time of AC3 XD

He absolutely knew that Benjamin Franklin was in a sex club later on. He didn’t join said sex club but Benjamin Franklin did write him a few raunchy letters describing what he did there in an effort to lure him into joining.

Ratonhnhaké:ton burned all those letters (and any historians would have cried a river if they knew)

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

For the OC asks, 5, 17, and 37 for Arno if they haven't already been done :)

[5] Are they good at keeping secrets?

for arno? for sure! he’s definitely super good at keeping secrets. i think part of it comes from spending the better part of ten years working in spec-ops, so it’s kind of a second-nature thing for him to know how to keep some things on the low. but i honestly don’t think it’s something he particularly enjoys? like if someone asked him to keep a secret for them, i think he’d be alright with it- but if it was keeping something from someone else he’d probably have issues with it. i don’t think he does well with secrets, even if he is good with keeping them. i like to think he was good at spec-ops work, but figured out it wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed because of the clandestine nature of it. especially the secret-keeping. :)

[17] What is their biggest struggle that no one around them is able to understand or believe?

i think this also kind of ties into the secret-keeping thing! i don’t think a lot of people would think that arno has issues with being seen as closed off/unapproachable/secretive/etc since he spent so long working in what is, essentially, a black ops program. that’s definitely why he has a huge thing about making sure to constantly focus on appearing as open/personable/friendly/approachable as he can when he’s around people who don’t know him. there are a ton of black marks on his alliance records, so obviously people develop pre-conceived notions about him before he even gets a chance to meet them. unlike soph, who sort of err-ed on the side of “i don’t give a shit” (even if she secretly does care that people take issue with her because she’s been blacklisted), arno does take a huge issue with public perception of his record. it’s definitely the thing he struggles with most. :)

[37] How would they spend a lazy day when they have nothing specific to do?

arno is super mechanical. he went to college in marseille for mechanical engineering, so i’d like to think that he’d probably enjoy peeling apart an engine for a shuttle or a sky car on a day off lol. i think he also probably likes pottery, sculpting, and whittling, honestly. just about anything he can do with his hands. :)

thanks for asking me some questions! :)

[9087miles]

The holiday you wouldn’t read about… Part one: Purgatorio

Another early morning flight. We've become attuned to an early night, early morning and Burger King for breakfast at this late stage in the cheap holiday game. It's the right approach, because it means that you end up in your destination with a whole day ahead of you.

We arrived in Pisa at around 10:00am. The customs line was enormous and slow, but then the train into the town from the airport was only about five minutes. With the whole day ahead of us, we wasted no time and headed for the Piazza dei Miracoli. This complex of buildings is what put and has kept Pisa on the map as a destination for travellers over the last few hundred years.

We checked in our bags at the hotel, which was about a three minute walk from the tower. The Hotel Kinzica is named after a Pisan fable about Kinzica, a young woman who saved the town from a Pirate attack by whipping around on a horse in the middle of the night waking the townspeople to warn them. There are two versions of the story from this point:

In the xenophobic version, the townspeople fought of the pirates from foreign lands, won, and continued to prosper through strength.

In the woke version, Pisa reasoned with the pirates and set up a trade relationship which empowered their continued prosperity.

But the real reason for Pisa's prosperity was the Tower of Pisa, where we headed next. The Tower of Pisa has captivated people for centuries, with generations of global engineers getting involved in preserving the building and it's 3.97 degree slant (the drawcard). Originally built to house the bells for the neighbouring Duomo, it is a sight not to be missed.

Within an hour and a half of arriving, we had a gelato in hand and were taking the obligatory selfies (except that cringey "holding up the tower" picture that hundreds were attempting around us!)

We booked a tower ticket and visited the incredible duomo in the meantime. The level of craftsmanship and devotion in European Catholic churches always impresses me when we encounter them. Tuscan churches are a level above, with so much decorative marble work. The tower itself is built completely of marble, which makes it's structure even more surprising when you see it in person.

When our time came to visit, we spiralled up the 296 marble stairs to the top and spent fifteen minutes catching our breath and admiring the view. Despite seeing it a thousand times on postcards, it was equal parts surreal and astounding to see it up close.

When we got back down, we walked the surrounding streets and crossed the Arno river to see more of the city. On the other side of the river, built into the river barricade wall, was an unassuming little church. It was the Chiesa Santa Maria della Spina (or St Mary's of the thorn), which was rescued from obscurity and renamed after it was allegedly gifted a thorn from the Crown of Thorns. Inside was an exhibition of some cool contemporary bronze sculptures, which juxtaposed the elaborate carved wooden beams up on the ceiling.

On the way back we stopped just across the bridge at an Italian baker and bought a load of delightful local treats (including Cantuccini, a new favourite biscuit). With more steps on the pedometer than I had personally done in months, we headed back to the hotel for a rest before we went out for dinner.

The weather was a bit gloomy when we stepped out, so we chose a restaurant close to the hotel, with a postcard view of the tower and duomo. We sat outside under a little umbrella and ordered all of the Tuscan local foods, speaking with the waiter about his love of the area... he even had a little red cross earring; the Pisan cross being the insignia of the city for centuries. While we were on our second carafe of wine and waiting for our mains, the heavens opened. It pissed down for the entirety of our mains and dessert, as we edged in closer under the overworked umbrella. By the time we were done, the rain had settled into a light mist, so we took the opportunity to get back to the hotel and head off to bed.

In the morning, we checked out and spotted a poster for a Louise Bourgeois exhibition in Florence, which I took a photo of and subconsciously added to the itinerary for Florence in a couple of days.

We walked out of town via a little street market, where we picked up a delightful little oil painting of Santa Maria della Spina, then headed across the bridge (past the actual Santa Maria della Spina), to the Europcar branch to pick up a hire car and head to the sculpture garden - the original trigger for our Tuscan jaunt.

Refusing to even consider driving, I took my place as navigator / passenger and admiringly watched Tom come to grips with a left hand drive car. The drive out of Pisa was without incident. It was shaping up to be a warm day and we hit the autostrada where the speed picked up and we could enjoy a proper roadtrip. The Tuscan landscape opened up and we could see beautiful hills and tall cypress trees for miles.

About an hour in, Tom commented that the car was pulling and wondered if there was some sort of cruise control setting that had been switched on. After struggling with it, he spotted a service station and suggested we pull in for a toilet stop and to figure it all out. As we got to the carpark, he mounted the kerb and parked the car - our fate was sealed.

When we got out, it was clear that it wasn't a cruise control issue, but a flat tyre!

We went to the loo and then came back to work out what to do. After attempting about fity calls to Europcar (not an exaggeration), Tom finally got through and was told that they would send a tow truck for the car and we could pick up another hire car. It was lunchtime on a Saturday, so most branches were closing and that meant that we would have to head back to Pisa to pick up the car, but all wasn't lost. It was only a three hour drive to the sculpture garden and it was open until 7:30pm.

The next four hours were a blur. We sat in the car, Tom doing sudoku while I read my airport paperback. Then we smoked in the sunshine of the carpark. Then we had a little lunch in the service station "restaurant". Then we sat some more. I looked up where we were and we were on the coast somewhere, right near a train station. If we didn't have to wait for the tow, we could have got back to Pisa with hours to spare.

After the eternity of waiting, the tow truck finally pulled up. A tall man got out and we exchanged brief pleasantries in Italian.

🇮🇹 In Italian, I asked if he spoke English. No he didn't.

🇫🇷 In French, he asked if I spoke French. No I don't.

🇸🇳 In Italian, he asked if I spoke Senegalese. Umm, no I don't.

What followed was a translation app-battle that ended when he got the car onto the bed of the truck and we all climbed into the cab.

After a five minute journey with broken conversation, we arrived in a carpark in the middle of an industrial estate. Getting out of the car, I noticed a burnt out van and a load of dusty cars. It was starting to feel a little apocalyptic, until a buxom Italian woman came out of a mechanic's office and started speaking with the tow truck driver. As the driver bid us all farewell, the lady called us a cab, and then left us alone on a side road.

In no time flat the cab driver, who spoke quite a bit of English, helped us make sense of everything. We were heading into the town of San Vincenzo, where we could get a train back to Pisa. All pretty straightforward. He dropped us right outside of the station. We purchased tickets, but the next train wasn't for an hour, so we wheeled our big suitcase into the town to have a look around.

San Vincenzo was a lovely town. Tidy, a few good shops, and a few cafes overlooking the busy marina. We stopped and had a coffee to recentre and replan. After a discussion and a strong coffee, it was clear that we didn't have enough time to get back to Pisa and down to the sculpture garden in time. We regrettably decided to write it off completely, stay another night in Pisa and then catch the first train to Florence.

With the Kinzica fully booked, I found a last minute hotel in Pisa that was close to the train station. We would have a nice meal, go to bed, get up and catch the train to Florence... arriving earlier than we would have on the original itinerary.

Or so we thought.

[italytouraus]

Your Ultimate Guide to a 5-Day Tour of Italy: What to See, Eat, and Do

Welcome to your ultimate guide for a 5-day tour of Italy! Whether you're a history buff, a foodie, or simply looking for an unforgettable vacation, Italy has something for everyone. This guided tour Italy will help you make the most of your time in this beautiful country. 

Italy, often referred to as the cradle of Western civilisation, is a land of rich history, stunning art, delectable cuisine, and breath-taking landscapes. From the ancient ruins of Rome to the romantic canals of Venice and the picturesque Amalfi Coast, this 4-day tour promises to be an immersive journey through some of Italy's most iconic destinations.

Day 1: Rome

Your Italian adventure begins in the Eternal City of Rome. Immerse yourself in the grandeur of ancient Rome as you visit iconic landmarks such as the Colosseum, the largest amphitheatre ever built, where gladiatorial contests and public spectacles took place. Next, wander through the Roman Forum, the centre of Roman public life, and ascend the Palatine Hill, where the ruins of the imperial palaces offer a glimpse into the opulence of the Roman emperors. 

After a morning of exploration, treat your taste buds to a traditional Italian lunch at a local trattoria, where you can savour the flavours of authentic Roman cuisine, from classic pasta dishes to sumptuous desserts.

In the afternoon, venture into Vatican City, the world's smallest independent state and the spiritual centre of the Catholic Church. Marvel at the architectural magnificence of St. Peter's Basilica, the largest church in the world, and behold the timeless beauty of the Sistine Chapel, adorned with Michelangelo's renowned frescoes. 

As the day draws to a close, take a leisurely stroll through the charming streets of Trastevere, a vibrant neighbourhood known for its cobblestone streets, medieval churches, and lively atmosphere. Indulge in a delightful dinner at a local ristorante and soak in the enchanting ambience of this historic district.

Day 2: Florence

On the second day of your tour, travel to Florence, the birthplace of the Renaissance and a treasure trove of art and culture. Begin your exploration at the Uffizi Gallery, home to one of the most impressive collections of Renaissance art in the world. 

Admire masterpieces by the likes of Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael, and Botticelli, and immerse yourself in the artistic legacy of this iconic city. For a panoramic view of Florence, ascend the dome of the Florence Cathedral, also known as the Duomo, and marvel at the stunning vistas of the city and its surrounding landscape.

After a morning of artistic immersion, treat yourself to a Tuscan feast at a family-owned osteria, where you can indulge in the rich flavours of local cuisine paired with exquisite regional wines. As you wander through the historic streets of Florence, be sure to cross the iconic Ponte Vecchio, a medieval stone bridge lined with charming shops and jewellery boutiques. Take a leisurely walk along the banks of the Arno River and soak in the timeless beauty of this enchanting city.

Day 3: Venice

On the third day of your guided tour Italy, prepare to be captivated by the romantic allure of Venice, a city renowned for its network of canals, historic architecture, and timeless charm. Embark on a gondola ride along the Grand Canal, the main waterway that winds its way through the heart of the city, and experience the enchanting beauty of Venice from a unique vantage point. 

As you glide beneath picturesque bridges and past elegant palazzos, let the serenade of the gondolier transport you to a bygone era of romance and elegance.

In the afternoon, visit St. Mark's Square, the principal public square of Venice, and behold the architectural splendour of St. Mark's Basilica and the adjacent Doge's Palace. Admire the intricate mosaics, marble columns, and opulent domes that adorn the basilica, and delve into the history of Venetian governance as you explore the lavish chambers of the Doge's Palace. 

For a taste of authentic Venetian culinary delights, venture into the labyrinthine alleyways and discover local Bacardi, where you can indulge in cicchetti and small savoury bites that are a beloved tradition in Venetian cuisine.

Day 4: Amalfi Coast

As your 4-day tour draws to a close, experience the natural splendour of the Amalfi Coast, a region known for its dramatic cliffs, pastel-hued villages, and azure waters. Explore the picturesque towns of Positano and Ravello, where colourful cliffside buildings cascade down to the Mediterranean Sea, creating a postcard-perfect panorama that is sure to leave you in awe.

Indulge in a culinary adventure at a seaside restaurant, where you can savour the fresh flavours of Mediterranean cuisine while taking in breathtaking coastal views that stretch to the horizon.

Whether you choose to relax on one of the region's beautiful beaches or embark on a scenic hike along coastal trails, the Amalfi Coast offers a tranquil and picturesque setting that serves as the perfect finale to your Italian escapade. As you bid farewell to this idyllic coastal paradise, take a moment to savour the memories of your journey through Italy, a land that has captivated travellers for centuries with its unparalleled beauty, rich cultural heritage, and warm hospitality.

Day 5: Departure from Milan

As your 5-day guided tour through Italy draws to a close, the fashionable streets of Milan welcome you for a final day of exploration. The magnificent Duomo di Milano, with its intricate facade and stunning rooftop views, stands as a testament to the city's architectural prowess. 

Take a leisurely stroll through the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, a historic shopping arcade, before savouring delicious Milanese dishes at one of the city's renowned eateries. Reflect on the unforgettable memories created during the guided tour, from the ancient wonders of Rome to the romantic allure of Venice. Our guided tour in Italy ensures that every moment in Milan is filled with joy and appreciation for the beauty of this remarkable country.

Final Thoughts

Your 5-day tour of Italy has come to an end, but the memories of this incredible journey will last a lifetime. Whether it's art, history, food, or natural beauty that draws you to Italy, this diverse country offers an unforgettable experience for every traveller. From the ancient marvels of Rome to the artistic treasures of Florence, the romantic allure of Venice, and the breathtaking landscapes of the Amalfi Coast, Italy beckons with a myriad of experiences that promise to leave an indelible mark on your heart. 

As you reminisce about the sights, flavours, and moments that have enriched your travels, remember that Italy will always welcome you back with open arms, ready to unveil new wonders and create cherished memories for years to come.

Italy is a destination that offers a perfect blend of history, culture, art, and natural beauty, making it an ideal choice for travellers seeking a diverse and enriching experience. Whether you're embarking on a solo adventure, a romantic getaway, or a family vacation, a guided tour Italy timeless appeal and boundless charm are sure to create lasting memories that will beckon you to return time and again. Grazie Mille, for joining us on this virtual journey through Italy, and may your future travels be filled with exploration, discovery, and the joy of new horizons.

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[werspinna]

🕸

Send 🕸 to trap my muse in a net !

One second Wolf had been by the Porto di Pisa, fighting tanding hipdeep in the water, the Monstrum formed of a lamprey and something much bigger that had been thrown away by one of the Alchemist when it turned out to not be sentient like a piece of garbage only to fall into the Arno and turn big and long on a diet of fish and fisher. The next second there was a glowing gate in the sand and water beneath the monstrum through which it fell through along with waves of saltwater and Wolf, not hestiating a single second, jumped after the monstrum through the saltwater that stinged in her eyes and through the bright glowing light of the flickering gate. Just a moment later the saltwater washed over a street that were not made of stone but something that Wolf had till now only seen in the buildings in Rome- rough and hard, but alo not indiviudual stones put next to another and filled with sand in the gaps. Wolf only noticed this at the edge of her awareness- four of her eyes were fixated on the Monsrtum that slithered across the street towards the rows of high, bright buildings while her other four eyes noticed the screaming people around her, the saltwater washing down the gutter, the grey, unpainted stones of the buildings. Without a second of hestiation Wolf set after the Monstrum,sprinted through alleyways and treets, climbed building and-

A red line, bright like a flame, burned at the edge of her field of vision.

Then the line closed around her ankle and pulled her off the building.

She crushed against the side of another building with enough force to make her ears ring and something in her jaw crack like brittle wood. Still, when Wolf suddenly swung freely through the air turned upside down and with her feet wrapped in the red strings, she laughed loudly: "Oh look at that, you caught me! Congratiulations, that was very nice work! I am very nicely impressed! And also, hey, I am doing the same usually, not with red glowing strings, but its close enough! We are using the same techniques, thats very nice! Also I like the red, it so nicely beautifully! " Behind her helmets Grimme all eight eyes fixated on the stranger in the black and red suit- eight eyes that saw a lot, eight eyes that saw the others bodytemperature, eight eyes that saw the vibration hi body left in the air, eight eyes that analysed the others way of breathing, eight eyes that kept track of every twitching of muscle on him topredict his next moves.

The smile on the young womans poxcarred face looked almost like a baring of teeth: "Now, be nice and tell me- what makes you think I could not break free from this whenever I want? Because I am very sure that I could and turn you not so nicely into a screaming torso in less than two minute and continue doing my job hunting that thing that just got away, so be so nice and start explaining why you think catching me was necessary? "

[ @iobartach ]

[brienneofqarth]

welp i’m almost out of sidequests and for some reason i can’t tackle thieves anymore

i might have to *gasp* go on with the main story