#Io:nhiòte

[callme-mag]

Day 31: FAMILY

So much work on the shadows that it only highlights the darkest areas :c

Back to codextober, thank you for the support you gave me in every drawing!!! I was very happy to see that each drawing was well received by the fandom. This challenge, even though I didn't complete it all, helped me to see how much progress I've made in drawing and how much I still have to learn.

I love you all!!

[themintystarsfan]

The Kenways

[thou-babbling-brook]

Merry Christmas and happy holidays! This is my Christmas present to @ramshackledtrickster that I wanted to share since even though it’s not particularly festive, it still has that shared happiness between Connor and Io:nhiòte that I think Christmas is all about!

Hope you guys are warm and safe this holiday season, and I hope you enjoy this piece!

[cippicat]

Arno, Connor & Shay

Some of the main topics in AC Unity fandom are:

Did Arno knew that it was Shay who killed his father?

Why didn't Arno hunt Shay?

Did Arno and Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway met each other?

I think that these are very stupid questions, and I will explain you why IMHO.

I think that Arno, at some point of his life, discoverd about Shay Cormac, and that he was the murder of his father Charles Dorian.

Arno was a Master Assassin, and probably a future mentor, and can have access to many resources.

But he never hunted him down. Why ? It's quite easy, and the math will give us answers.

At the end of AC Rogue, Shay is 45 years old, while Arno is only 8 years old.

At the beginning of AC Unity, in 1789, Arno is 21 years old (it's the eve of the French Revolution). At the end of AC Unity, in 1794 (during the Thermidorian Reaction) and during the events of the DLC Dead Kings, Arno is 26 years old.

If Shay Cormac was still alive he would be 63 years old, in 1794. I think that Shay was still alive because of his nephew Cudgel Cormac who he trained to be a Templar spy.

I don't think that Arno found out about Shay so soon...

But if he discovered his identity so soon: how could a man of 63 fight against a young man of 26 (who has a sword of Eden by the way) ?

Shay wasn't like Connor, or Altair or Ezio. He hadn't so much ISU blood inside him.

Arno probably found out about Shay years later the end of Dead Kings, probably during the Napoleonic era. He decided to not hunt him down because he thought that Shay was already dead (which is extremely possible).

Last question.

Did Arno and Connor met each other?

No.

Why?

It's easy. After the end of AC Unity and Dead Kings, Connor was 38 years old, and had a wife and three children. Knowing him, I don't think he would have embarked for France, leaving his family, and the brotherhood, alone in America.

I think that perhaps they exchanged letters because Connor's name was well known in Europe.

[cippicat]

I: Happy Father's day Rake'ni

C: Thank you little one. Let's go hunting

I: Yeahhhhhhh

Do not cry, little one. I said I would return.

[teecupangel]

I went to Barns and Noble this morning and found out theres a ‘Wheres The Assassin’ book. It’s a legit ‘Where’s Waldo’ book of just the assassin’s creed character. It sounds fun tbh, and they art was SO pretty. Now I kinda want one, but the only copy they had there was falling apart🤨.

Oooohh, yes. I've seen that one.

If you really want the book, nonny, it's still available on Amazon.

I remembered it because I checked the reviews for this book while I was trying to fill the whole 'get to $50 and it's free shipping!' promo they have at times and this one really stuck with me:

Poor Jacob hahaha

Also, apparently, Ezio's in the cracks?

I'm sure it'll be a fun book to read/play when you just wanna chill (and a much better AC merch than the other non-Culinary Codex AC cookbooks you can find on Amazon)

[kinkandkreep]

So if y'all ain't seen, I been on my ✨Ratonhnhaké:ton✨ shit lately and I was just sittin' here thinkin', and not Abstergo really wantin' me to believe that Connor really married a white lady that took his kids from him and left him to die alone.

Like come on now, Connor was naive, not stupid. 🙄

[mxgicthot]

Lean on me

In which you help your husband wash himself after a long day.

In this fic you are Ratonhnhaké:ton's wife and mother to his children. Also this is an can be set in canon or modern au.

Paring : Connor Kenway x fem s/o

cw : fluff, some hurt, HEAVY COMFORT, slightly suggestive, soaping up Connor's body, hinting at height/size difference.

Word count : 553

Ratonhnhaké:ton is frozen beneath the rushing shower water. Steam rolls off his muscular back, facing toward you. Splaying his large hand on the wall, his broad shoulders tense. Paying you no mind as you slip into the slower with him.

Slipping your hand through his. "The girls are finally asleep in bed." Trying to ground him, when his brain caught reliving the past. Letting your hand go, turning around, anger and hopelessness hollow his face.

Grabbing your hips, Ratonhnhaké:ton spreads his large thick fingers out. "Thank you, love. You good?" His cheeks are thinner, with deepening dark circles beneath his eyes. The coldness melts in his narrow chocolate-colored eyes. His frown softens to a flat line.

Holding his face, reaffirming, "We're good," as he leans down, passionately kissing you, gently groaning. Parting your lips for him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Hugging Ratonhnhaké:ton tightly.

Slowly he breaks away, trailing kisses from your jaw to your neck. Biting lighting and squeezing along your sides.

Biting your lip to keep from crying out when he sinks his teeth in deeper. "I got you. Lemme take care of you." He pulls away kissing your forehead. "I have some hot chocolate waiting for us. We'll sit on the porch. I'll brush your hair out." You grab his round sponge hanging next to a loofah.

He won't talk, but you could attempt to distract him momentarily. Give him the attention and care he shows the kids and yourself. Pouring his scented soap onto it. The shampoo's back states a wonderful mix of eucalyptus, white birch, and cypress.

Scrubbing Ratonhnhaké:ton's broad, muscular chest, rubbing your fingers over his firm tits. Sliding your fingers over his well-defined abs. Trailing his loofa down, scrubbing his v-line and dark short hair. Carefully smearing soap down his soft, fat cock. Careful to make sure soap doesn’t get into his cockhead.

Letting go of his cock to squeeze soap from the loofa into your palm, fondling his balls. Ratonhnhaké:ton brings up, “I was thinking of cooking breakfast with the kids." He parts his thighs enough for you to clean his ballsack.

Smiling up at him, puckering your lips he leans down giving you a chaste, sweet kiss. "We got the stuff for triple chocolate chunk. You can help Io:nhiòte with the muffins, and the other two can help me with the omelettes and blueberry pancakes." Crouching in front of him, scrubbing down his well-toned legs, lingering on his muscular thighs.

Lifting his foot, his cheeks heating up. “You don’t need to do all this..I can wash myself.” Getting the other one, then standing up. “Aren’t you tired?"

Standing up, getting on the tip of your toes, he leans down for you to kiss his cheeks. Scrubbing his broad shoulders and neck. “I’m tired, but that doesn’t matter." Going down his muscular arm, grabbing his large hand, admiring the size difference between his and yours.

Switching to his other arm, "I want to.” Ratonhnhaké:ton's eyes widen momentarily, the corner of his lips pulling up into a soft smile. "We're a family aren't we, gotta make sure you’re taken care of." A couple of tears trickle down his cheek.

Holding your hand, rising the soap off, Kissing your knuckles. "I'm so grateful I have you and the children."

[cippicat]

Z: Ratonhnhaké:ton she is beautiful

R/C: Yes, Ista. She is perfect

H: What's her name son ?

R/C: Io:nhiòte

H: What does it means?

R/C: It means rainbow, father.

(Edward from heaven): Call The next one like me please !!!!

@fromashesweriseuphiddenones Grandpa Ed also from heaven is noisy 🤣🤣

Hey, if you ever feel like drawing old Haytham and Ziio with Connor and grankids, you should definitely go for it. Just saying. You know. That would be awesome.

How bout that? :) fluffy, happy, safe & sound. Perfetto

(I LOVED THAT IDEA, I just suck at drawing)

thank you for that!

[peridot-tears]

Ratohnhaké:ton putting Io:nhiòte on his shoulders and running around their village while she squeals with joy.

[cippicat]

Codextober - Family

“The memories we make with our family is everything.”

Altair Ibn-La'Ahad with his wife Maria Thorpe, and their son Darim Ibn-La'Ahad

Ezio Auditore with his sister Claudia Auditore, and their mother Maria Auditore.

Ezio with his uncle Mario Auditore.

Ezio with his wife Sofia Sartor

Ratonhnhaké:ton/ Connor Kenway with his beloved mother Kaniehtí:io.

Ratonhnhaké:ton/ Connor Kenway with his 2nd daughter Io:nhiòte

Aveline de Grandpré with her father Philippe de Grandpré

Edward Kenway with his children Jennifer Scott Kenway and Haytham Kenway

Shay Patric Cormac with the Finnegans

Arno Victor Dorian with his father Charles Dorian. Arno with his adoptive father François de la Serre. Arno with Léon

Jacob and Evie Frye

Bayek of Siwa with his wife Aya and their son Kemu

Kassandra of Sparta with her mother Mirinne, her step-father Nicolao, her brother Alexios, and her adoptive brother Stentor. Kassandra with Phoibe. Kassandra with her husband (??) Nataka and their son Elpidios, and her father in law Darius.

Eivor Wolfkissed with her brother Sigurd and his wife Randvi.

[thats-by-the-by]

Familial Curse

This fic is crossposted on Ao3. Find it here. Mind the tags.

Edward is going to be better than his parents.

He's already missed so much of Jennifer's life - she relates far more to her mother than to him, and rightfully despises how he left her and her mother for so long. He's working on mending that relationship, and Tessa is helping him as he goes. Jenny seems to be warming up to him, at least.

But he's going to be better than his own parents.

Haytham is a small baby, one that mostly cries and babbles. Edward refuses to miss his sons early years, not like he did with Jenny. He refuses to be so neglectful that he doesn't know anything about his son until he's seven years old. He will be better, do better.

Jenny approves, Tessa approves. Caroline approves, her ghost hovering over Haytham's crib and cooing back to the baby. Edward is going to be here for every step of his sons life. For every future step of his daughters life. He's going to help them, raise them high. He won't be like his parents - even if both his children choose to become Templars, he will never discard them, never disown them.

Edward is going to be a good father. Wanting is not enough. Edward will be a good father.

~~~

Haytham will never be a father.

Ziio has left him brokenhearted, though he can't exactly blame her for wanting him gone. Braddock could have survived his wounds, and Haytham had lied to her. Ziio was the only woman he could see himself settling down with, the only woman he could see himself starting a family with.

Haytham will never be a father.

Even still, he doesn't find himself mourning the lack of prospects. The colonies have plenty of orphans, and the Templars are some of the richest people here. If he desires to become a father in his later years, he can simply adopt an heir. But he doesn't desire fatherhood. His examples of fathers aren't exactly great - a pirate and his killer.

Edward was a good father, from what he can remember. From what he can admit to himself. Attentive and caring, one who both wanted Haytham to have fun and also to have stability. Even for a pirate, for an assassin, Edward Kenway was a good father when Haytham was a child. Haytham can admit that.

It's Birch's example that makes him hesitate.

How much of him, moulded by Birch, is rotten? Would he be better than the man, the one who the boy he used to be still loves? Would he mould a child into a warped mirror of himself, someone aware of the worlds problems, yet unable to change anything? Would he be forced to teach his own child how to kill his father's allies? Would teaching a child the sword end up with the weapon put through his own neck?

Birch killed his father and raised him to adulthood, and for that crime, Haytham killed him. Could he accept that fate for himself?

Haytham will never be a father. Even if he wants to become one, he will never sire a child. He will never bring a life into this cruel world.

~~~

Ratonhnhaké:ton is a good father, in his own opinion.

His children all love him, constantly climbing over his tall frame and running under his feet. His wife, and her family, seem to adore how attentive and caring he is towards not only his own children, but also all of the children in their village. Ratonhnhaké:ton carries all of the small stones his son gives him, all of the flowers his daughter gives him. He even carries the small shells Io:nhiòte sneaks into his pockets - even though the majority of them still smell like the ocean.

Ratonhnhaké:ton is a good father, but he's not sure if he was a good son.

Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn't often visit his Father's grave. He visits Achilles' grave far more often, making the trek to the Manor after the birth of each of his children to tell the old man about his children. He ventures there for every milestone, after every event. He's told all of his children of his old mentor, retelling the tales he still doesn't really care for, though he takes care to ensure that every word he says is the same. But he doesn't tell them about his Father, and doesn't tell his Father about them. He really isn't sure how to.

Ratonhnhaké:ton never had a strong relationship with Haytham Kenway.

But here he stands, at the edge of the cemetery, waiting for Shay Cormac to finish talking to his Father. Io:nhiòte had asked questions of his father, and Ratonhnhaké:ton is proud of his children, is proud of the man he grew to be, and the people his children are growing into. He wants to tell his Father of his children before he tells his children about him. So he waits for his Father's last soldier to finish his report to the cold soil, patient to share his fortune with the man he had to kill.

Ratonhnhaké:ton is a good father, even if he was never a good son. The Kenway name ends with Connor Kenway, and his children will be free of the shackles of that name. He is a good father, a terrible son, and the last person to bear the Kenway curse.

[demigoddessqueens]

This is so cute

A small rough sketch animation starring ol Connor and lil Io:nhiòte. Getting the feeling of the new program I’m using plus grounding myself up with the basics.

[forlibcrty]

oh i should uh. i should write out my planned concept for the unity crossover, for my own reference and for plotting. let's go.

1783. the canon end of ac3, when connor returns to kanatahséton to find it abandoned due to his people being forced west. he takes time to grieve and reflect on everything that's happened. 1784. after months of grieving alone, he decides to seek out his community once more. he still feels deeply conflicted about how they'll receive him, given the trauma of the war and all that transpired in it, but he takes the chance to go. he's welcomed back warily at first, but he settles in the new home. 1785. he meets his wife, tekonwenaharake. the same year, their first daughter, kiawentí:io, is born. 1786. the couple welcomes fraternal twins, wahiake:ron and io:nhiòte. for several years, the family lives in relative quiet and happiness. connor continues to visit the davenport homestead every few months, to check in on the community thriving there. 1789. on one of his routine visits to the homestead, connor finds two urgent letters waiting for him. one is from the french brotherhood of assassins, begging for his help in an exploding crisis. the other is from his old friend, the marquis de lafayette, begging the same. both tell of the assault on the bastille and the escalating revolution. he is extremely reluctant to go, but his sense of obligation urges him at last to accept the pleas. he promises his family that he'll be back as soon as he can. 1789, some months later. after a long journey, he arrives in paris. he meets bellec and the rest of the assassin council. he finds himself a little disturbed by how much hero worship they seem to place on him, but he vows to do his best to help the situation. he meets the young disciple, arno, and takes a slight fondness to him, due to seeing the parallels between arno's start with the assassins and his own. 1790–1794. still to be developed. i think connor doesn't stay long past the lead-up to the fall of robespierre and the jacobins. he tries for some time to lessen the bloodshed and to prevent war breaking out between britain and france. as things grow more dire and chaotic, however, he chooses to withdraw, and he returns home shortly before robespierre's execution.

[asscrackcreed]

Headcanon: Ziio taught Connor how to make little woven grass plaits because he tended to get restless and bored when Kanen’tó:kon and his friends weren’t around

Oiá:ner taught her this (“to keep herself out of trouble” she joked) because she also has restless hands

And eventually, that’s how Io:nhiòte learned how to do the little grass plaits, because Connor passed that knowledge onto her if she needed to keep her hands busy

(Inspired by this cute bit in reflections!)

CANON CANON CANON i need to know more about connor and his daughter

[docdalas]

i'll take ratonhnhaké:ton passing away peacefully surrounded by his loved ones for $400, alex