#Baby Basim

[thou-babbling-brook]

Basim Ibn Ishaq 💙💛🦅

Finished AC Mirage a couple days ago, and now he’s on the baby gorl list

[tempestuous-tempest]

Assassin's Creed Basim Rant [Spoilers]

If Basim is Loki post Ragnarok, let's just all realize that all his kids are dead. He's waking up, alive and a new person, while his kids are dead. Not only that, but in AC valhalla, when the MC wakes him up for the first time after he was trapped in that false valhalla by Eivor and Sigurd, Hytham is dead. An from what everyone is sure to know, especially during the "saying goodbye" quests, is that Hytham and Basim were practically father and son. Even Basim while listening to Hytham's little speech gets a bit emotional. Now he's stuck in modern day America, attempting to "save the world" as the game seem to imply. That's not even mentioning that Basim himself before awakening as Loki literally had his whole life torn apart. His "family" also died. He was betrayed by his mentor. He found out his best friend was a hallucination of basically himself but is more Loki. Even his eagle ends up disliking him.

All I'm saying, is to give this man a hug. And a peaceful night's sleep. And more hugs.

[good-old-gossip]

Palestinian writer Basim Khandaqji, jailed 20 years ago in Israel, won a prestigious prize for Arabic fiction on Sunday for his novel A Mask, the Colour of the Sky.

The award of the 2024 International Prize for Arabic Fiction was announced at a ceremony in Abu Dhabi.

The prize was accepted on Khandaqji’s behalf by Rana Idriss, owner of Dar al-Adab, the book’s Lebanon-based publisher.

Khandaqji was born in the Israeli-occupied West Bank city of Nablus in 1983, and wrote short stories until his arrest in 2004 at the age of 21.

He was convicted and jailed on charges relating to a deadly bombing in Tel Aviv, and completed his university education from inside prison via the internet.

The mask in the novel’s title refers to the blue identity card that Nur, an archaeologist living in a refugee camp in Ramallah, finds in the pocket of an old coat belonging to an Israeli.

Khandaqji’s book was chosen from 133 works submitted to the competition. Nabil Suleiman, who chaired the jury, said the novel “dissects a complex, bitter reality of family fragmentation, displacement, genocide, and racism”.

[ass-ass-ins-creed]

Ubisoft, knowing how to break hearts and destroy lives since 2007

[fanworldbuildingfun]

I have finally surfaced from the deep waters of Baldur's Gate that had me drowning for the last few months

And so, I have moved on to Assassin's Creed: Mirage

It's interesting how much it ifeels both like AC1 and AC: Origins at once. Yet you can still tell it was supposed to be a Valhalla DLC - the movements, NPC behavior (unless they are the named ones), even, to a point, the environment - reminds me of Valhalla

And yet they somehow managed to fit the mission style (at least so far) that resembles ACII into it. And finally! There is way more clutter that you can climb all over

Now

To the story itself

Baby Basim is adorable and should be protected at all costs. And should not be allowed to go without a beard

Mind, I'm not even done with the first major assassination - so that may well change yet. But right now? He reminds me of a mix of Ezio and Bayek, leaning more towards Bayek. Which makes my Bayek-loving heart beat faster.

But you can definitely tell he is his own character, still. For one - I don't think I've ever spent as much time pickpocketing people as I did here. Just going around Bazaar and nabbing the shiny golden pouches? Feels natural with Basim. And fun. I already have the achievement for it, one play session in

Stealth is another thing entirely... I'm not sure it's because I switched to a narrower keyboard recently, or is it me being rusty with AC games - or maybe even because it's intended as such. But Basim definitely feels like a glass canon. Parkouring? Assassinating? Those feel VERY comfortable, even without any substantial long-range weapon (like the bows we had in the three previous games). There are plenty of places to hide and plenty other options to use instead of taking the direct fight. But direct fight? I'll have to try and change the keybindings for dodge and parry just to make sure it's not due to keyboard - but direct fight feels lousy. Not because you can't do it, but because Basim seems to take so much damage

I'm very eager to see how Caravanserai mission will turn out

[altairs-hoe]

AAAAAAHHHHHH SOOOOO HYPED !!!!!

[elijahmiles]

there is. no WAY. basim is supposed to be 29/30 in valhalla

[tiefighters]

The Child

Art by Basim Shaktah

[harleyluvhorror142]

Well I finshed basim story and I think ubisoft did absolutely great bring back the old ways and his story was so good to see and the ending well spoilers don't want to say but it gave me shock and cry a bit overall I give the story a 10/10 as basim is such a great chachter to follow and I belive this is the final assassins creed main series aka for the Xbox style gaming as I know there doing the VR game and also the China one but that rpg on a mobile game and the other one AC ex I think it was called am sure is on a diffrent platform too if am wrong let me know so anyways basim and nehal are such a great pair when there togther I loved this one quteo he says (won.t say anything about what part he said it as again spoliers) "I want home I want nehal " when he said these word it made me cry a little because it so sweet because even if he got on alright with Roshan and I know people ship them but nehal was always the woman basim always turn to and being his friend for years it feel.like there relenship was like close soulmates that had a thing with eatchother overall I ship them even if the ending was sad 😔 these two were so sweet and it is nice that ubisoft never made a love insterst fully for this game and for basim but if he did have one in a way it would of been nehal since she gose were he gose always with him face to face or even in his heart ❤️

[your-local-hyperfixater]

i swear if we dont get to see little basim in mirage going to do something that will get me arrested

[almakfi-m]

the reason basim cannot be trusted is that he unironically likes abominations such as honey and lemon juice

[thou-babbling-brook]

Basim and the dichotomy of a college student, circa 2024

[demigoddessqueens]

I confess that I stalk your page daily, patiently awaiting your wonderful AC writing.

Can I please have some guilty pleasure headcanons for my favorite babies Connor, Arno, Basim and Altair?

aww anon 🙈 thank you so much! 💞😆

here on masterlist 9

A/n - they’re my faves too 👀

Altair

He absolutely does not feel guilty about anything especially if it’s spending time with you. Any of the other novices who demand your attention are met with a pointed stare as work can wait, but this is your time with him

Connor/Ratonhnhake:ton

Loves to just sleep-in with you. And it works out perfectly because good luck trying to get out of his tight, warm embrace when you’re snuggled so perfectly close to him

Arno

It may be a “guilty pleasure” for him, but on the other hand sometimes he feels guilty he’s taking up all your time. But you don’t mind it at all. Spending tons of time in the Cafe, or sneaking away (frequently) just to have time to each other

Basim

Absolutely has a penchant for casually touching you; be it a shoulder brush, interlinking your fingers with each other, hand on your waist or the small of your back, and almost always holding onto your hand for no reason

[reddeaddamnation]

welcome back to the writing side of tumblr! idk if you’ve written something like this, bc i can’t find your masterlist, but how would the assassins or at least my baby ezio act when they find out assassin!reader is pregnant with their child but still taking on missions and possibly putting themselves in danger, no matter how good they are at their job xx

Thank you it's good to be back. I missed you guys and your creative ideas lol I don't remember writing anything like this so there you go

Basim would be like nah nuh-uh. You say in bed and take care of yourself because in his culture a woman who is pregnant is sacred and needs to take care of herself. The most you can do is go to the market if you won't have any trouble with walking. If you're in discomfort - he will go with you.

Eivor would try to explain to you the dangers of the missions as if you don't know already and would kindly and politely tell you to think about your child because he will be devastated if something happens to either of you.

Alexios' jaw would just drop and he would have no idea what to even say. "Please don't." He would just say in a monotone voice but with the most pleading eyes you ever saw him pull off. He wants to say so much but doesn't even know where to start, because he was shocked when he found out.

Bayek would sit you down and lecture you in a rather angry tone because he had flashbacks of when he saw his own son die so he will NEVER allow it to happen again. "I'm very disappointed that you don't know how to take care of yourself in this condition. What came over you?"

Altair would cut you off mid-mission and would tell you to turn back or else. He will take care of the mission instead of you if you promise to not put your head in danger and don't be stubborn because he can be more stubborn and will not budge until you accompany him back to your home. No matter how long you spend in that one place he met you.

Ezio would be like "WHAT" and chase you down hoping he isn't too late and would give you the lecture of your life. "You know you're more important to me than anything. Now that you are carrying our child, I will worry about both of you and will not forgive you if you put the two of you in danger again. The baby did not choose to be here. Think about it."

Connor would be so disappointed. Honestly how will you look at him and still do it? He asked you to take care of yourself and rest and here you are putting yourself in danger. Usually he communicates everything but this time you get the silent treatment for at least a few hours.

Edward would sigh and say "I ask you for one thing and one thing only. Stay. Out. Of. Danger. Don't you realize what you're doing?" He wouldn't show his true anger tho and would leave you with your thoughts for a few hours.

Arno would pace around all day and when you come back, he will nag you to oblivion. "What do you think you're doing? Why? What do you want to prove? Is our child less important than the damn brotherhood? I can't stop you if you don't want to quit but at least think about what you're doing."

When Jacob found out you want to come on the mission too, Evie begged him to tell you to reconsider. He just walked past the both of you like "Y/N you're not coming." in a stern voice, leaving you shocked. "If you're so adamant on coming, I think you should think about the consequences" Jacob? Consequences? Don't go, for the sake of this nice change in him!

Shay would be angry. So angry and so stern. "You know the consequences if anything were to happen to you and I can't be there to say anything except I told you so because we both know what will happen if you keep going on like this. Instead of resting and staying safe, you go out of your way to put yourself in danger. You're acting like a child."

Haytham would just sigh and rub the bridge of his nose. "Don't make me lock you in our room with guards outside because if you don't have the decency to keep yourself safe, I will."

[teecupangel]

billiam’s mistress being from a big irish immigrant family and they see a picture of the man that impregnated her and she’s like “He was hot to me!” And her younger brother would probably like “Yeah, hot from be near Hell’s doorway,”

Connected to The William Miles Gets A Woman Knocked Up Grieving Desmond’s Death idea (and its minisequel and The Reader having a bad time and making it Basim’s problem) and the Statistically speaking she would be 30~40 years younger than him.

Considering Squirtle was taken away from their mother and Abstergo has shown that they don’t mind killing innocents (ex: Elijah’s mother), it’s highly possible that this happened when Squirtle was just born.

Maybe their mother tried to look for William to let him know that he has a child, posting his picture on social media. (A spur of the moment choice brought by the sudden realization that she now has a child and all alone and… might also be the painkillers, who knows?)

That’s how her brother learned of the man in the photo and questioned her taste of men as a way to make her laugh.

That’s the last time he saw her.

Next time he visited the hospital, she was dead and her baby was also pronounced dead.

It was too much of a coincidence.

Not to mention, he tried asking around about the older ‘gentleman’ that was her baby’s daddy and one of his close friends who worked for some private security company told him to stop looking for the man.

He was bad news.

And that was how…

Squirtle’s maternal uncle started to look for William Miles, believing him to be the one who killed both his mother and, as far as his uncle knows, themselves.

Bill only learned of her death a day late, Erudito’s photo flagging system being slower than Abstergo’s.

He remembers her.

And he learned that she had a baby who apparently died due to complications or something?

No.

It was Abstergo.

Abstergo has his kid.

.

It would be funny if Squirtle’s uncle (and mother) were descended from Liam O’Brien. Sure, Shay Cormac would be the most obvious choice.

But Liam would be so left field.

Or…

Anne could also be a good ancestor.

Or if you wanna doubledown on the possible importance of their bloodline to the Isu: Ciara. XD

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

saw your requests are open. If its not ignore this .

can u do AC Valhalla hytham x reader ? Maybe reader is evior sibling? And hytham is falling for them but is shy to confess . They fall in love and basim is like :

Amongst hidden ruins

I am so sorry for the long wait I was havig life and death situation with uni I didn't consider that would be there but I hope I can make it up to you by offering a 3 part slow burn?? Ya girl is trying I promise🙈🙉🙊

Pairing: Hytham x reader

Genre: fluff, awkward fluff, idiots in love

Warnings: none, except if you count me not knowing what im doing???

Note: Shy Hytham is canon to me, let he be nervous and giddy with his crush🤌❤️. Also, Basim with his wolf dad energy 100% supports his adopted son like "i teach you how to be an assassin, now i teach you how to rizz, boy" and Eivor finally can live through what Sigurd needed to, aka being the older sibling and they will quickly find out why Siggy has eyebags lmfaoo

Here's part 2

Being related to the leaders of the Raven Clan was not easy. Especially when it came to two battle-hardened brothers. From the dawn of your life, you had to have someone by your side to keep you from being "hurt." First came the cautionary orders of your father Styrbjörn, which you cannot remember unless it is from Tekla's evening stories. Taking in and raising a newborn baby with two troublemaker squirrels aged a lot on your fathers, even during the early winters of your lives. Then, as you were growing, Prince Sigurd's sense of duty began to surface, and who else could he begin directing, rebuking, and protecting than his youngest sibling. Most of your childhood thus consisted of tramping in your eldest brother's heels, holding his hand, and obeying when he forbade you something. And just when you thought your troubled years would cease to exist as you grew up, Eivor's pestration began.

"I'm just saying it doesn't hurt to call Randvi next time. More eyes see more, more blades cut more." Eivor continued as he dodged those who came across him, trying to catch up with you, who was trying to get rid of his brother with wide steps. You rolled your eyes grumbling as you picked up a bucket from the riverbank, heading towards the stables.

"Eivor, last time, I just went riding for an hour. To the neighboring fields. If you climbed up the top of the Longhouse you would have seen it!" You patted it over your shoulder as you trampled up the path of the settlement.

"Yes, but Tove reported that Saxon bandits are passing nearby lately and-" "Eivor, I don't need a nanny! I can defend myself. I might as well show you how good I am." You raised your voice a little harder than you wanted as you spun back, defiantly shouting into his face. Eivor backed up with wide open eyes, raising his arms to the surrender. 

"Hey, hey, you have no reason to yell at your brother, little one. I just want the best for you." Eivor's voice sounded suspiciously metallic, sarcastic. You knew he was almost certainly  taking your words half-heartedly.

"And if you want any good for yourself, you'd better shut your mouth before I stuff it with Gunnar's footcloth!" Your fingers and fists almost turned white from the effort you used to hold the bucket close to your chest – you had to concentrate very hard not to hit your brother's head with it.

"You talk like you have a chance to beat me." Eivor chuckled to himself in a pitiful grin.

"Listen here, you smartass, Sigurd entrusted you with the leadership of the Clan, not that some blister-headed—"

"I think it will be enough of spreading curses for today. Otherwise, Valka won't be able to make enough talismans for all of us if you keep going like this." In your big arguments, you didn't even notice that Randvi walked next to you. She looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe a retreat would be good.”

"But Randvi, don't you hear that Eivor runs to me at the slightest crack of a stick to see if I'm still alive? Can't you see that even though I've had the same training as him in our childhood, he acts like I'm a defenseless baby? " You turned to Randvi in desperation, not even paying attention to the water, whether it would stay in your bucket or not.

Your sister in law looked back at you with a pursed mouth. Please, be the more mature one. Reflected in her gaze.

Why do you always have to take the shortcut, for the sake of peace?

You nodded with an annoyed sigh.

"Alright." You grunted in agreement turning back to Eivor, but your flaming stare could have almost scorched him. "Next time I'll tell someone to come with me when I leave home. Okay?"

Eivor's face softened, his eyes sparkling with joy as he grinned in satisfaction.

"Perfect, little sister." He almost sang it as he straightened his back and walked off as if he had done his job well.

"I'll drown him in Tekla's beer one day, you'll see." You fumed at Randvi as you watched with narrowed eyes your brother’s leave.

Randvi laughed hearing this, and patted your shoulder. "Don't be so angry with him, he really only wants good for you." She said apologetically, voice full with kindness.

"His desire for good crushes me. He suffocates me with his fear. No one could live that way." You answered defiantly, speaking from your heart. When will the moment finally come when you can live your life for yourself and no one else?

You sighed dejectedly, then lifted the wooden bucket to your side again. "..I'd better reload this." You muttered, then waved goodbye to Randvi and turned back towards the water.

It seemed to be a long day ahead of you. 

That night you felt like all the joy had been drained from you. Despite the feast, time passed grimly. Despite the music, singing and celebration, you couldn't cheer up - the meat felt tasteless in your mouth.

Since what happened in the morning, you didn't even want to see your brother, specifically for that reason you went to the other side of the longhouse, where you won't even accidentally come under Eivor's watchful eye.

You wondered what you should do to make your brother's overbearing subside.

"Is this seat up to take?" A question came to you behind your back. At first it crossed your mind that it could just be Eivor, that he can't even leave you alone while eating, but then you realized that the voice asking the question sounded much softer than your brother's thunderous one. 

You turned around and found yourself facing Hytham's slender figure. ​He wore his usual white caftan, but now the hood did not cover his lush brown curls. In the darkness, the light of the fire showed a deep brown iris of warm honey, his skin golden from the dancing embers.

It was as if the summer night itself was standing before you.

"For you I am gladly saying yes." You smiled with relief, motioning for him to take the seat beside you.

With a chuckle Hytham took a seat beside you and as he was settling, his shoulder and elbow rubbed against yours.

"Oh, sorry!" He gasped in fright, immediately pulling away from you, offering a decent distance.

"Ah, don't even  worry about it." You waved it away, turning to him. "And what's new in the office? Have you found anything recently with… Eivor, that would advance your research?" You asked, leaning on your elbows.

Hytham shone a timid smile towards you, shaking his head.

"I'm afraid I can't give you exciting news, there haven't been any new leads for weeks. Eivor has been too busy lately, taking care of the clan's affairs with the surrounding allies, to be thinking about that right now."

Pursing your lips, you pondered; your attention falling on the beer mug in your hand, you didn't even have time to notice the warm, longing look with which Hytham stole a glance at you. 

You couldn't notice it - but Basim did; from across, beside the fire. 

"And if I helped instead of Eivor? Trust me, I'm just as good at tracking as he is!" It came out of your mouth suddenly. The thought that you could finally break away from the prohibitions of your brother, from the small life of the settlement, had an invigorating effect on your soul.

"Uh…well…I don't know." Hytham was suddenly speechless, fidgeting shyly, glancing around the hall. "I don't think your brother would be happy if I took you."

"Eivor would only be happy if I was sitting on the shelf in his room until Ragnarök." You rolled your eyes, poking at your brother in annoyance. "Please Hytham! I promise I'll be of use to you!" Leaning closer to him, you betted your eyelashes so sweetly, gazing up at him in the hope that his heart softens for your request. 

But Hytham's heart no longer needed cunning tricks to seduce him.

An indescribable force has drawn him to you since his arrival in the North. The man stood mesmerized by your beauty and as the months went by, as he got to know your pure soul, bright mind, and sharp tongue more and more, he grew a great passion for your person.

Young fierce love or it was a heart-wrenching, bittersweet yearning;  he didn't know yet – Hytham was only certain of this: that your nearness filled him with hope and happiness.

And that was enough for him.

"I— I can  Basim when he might not need my help, and if he releases me, we can go…if you really want to, of course." He agreed with a warm smile on his face.

Sheepishness filled you under his penetrating gaze –  your heart pounded, and slowly the heat of the fire seemed cold compared to the warmth of your skin, as you could only look at your mug while blushing.

When did the young man from the far east start to interest you? When did you notice his charming smile and delightful gaze? How many times have you melted by his eloquence, gentle speech, patience or care? Why did you feel you could never tell Hytham this, because of Eivor? That your brother would definitely stand in your way, even if only for a spark of happiness.

Perhaps better at rest; to live unchanged; as in shame and regret.

"So be it, Hytham." You agreed, now in a much more subdued tone. "If you have come to an agreement with Basim, please tell me immediately!" You promised him as he bowed in agreement.

Maybe you were given a chance for a way out after all. Maybe you'll finally manage to break free from your brother's wings. Maybe if you start on this unknown path, you can find yourself in someone else's arms.