#Kadar al sayf

[chesterjesterr]

Drawings to keep this account alive

[raging-guanche]

assassin's creed fans when you tell them to draw arab people with arab features

[khokha13pk]

:P

[paintsplantspaws]

I love how we are United by are hatered for Abbas

[lyannofthesword]

•°★🪶Malik Al-Sayf 🪶★°•

este es mi primer post y dibujo que subo aquí xD

[sneaky-eel]

More Kadars I drew while trying to get his face down while also playing with screen tone brushes

[rk1kincorrect]

ac as quotes my best friends have said:

ezio: whats that thing in your eye? your rectum?

altair: … your retina

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desmond: i am not supportive and nurturing.

rebecca: yes you are … you literally are

desmond: nurturing? do i breastfeed?

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kadar: its giving mittens… on ur feet

malik: … socks.

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ezio: look at those crusty ass feet. concrete grippers

desmond: feet so crusty they could grab these butt cheeks….. omg im so sorry that was not meant to come out

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desmond: do u bite or cut ur nails

altair: i rip them

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desmond: altair try this

altair: no i cant im vegan (lying)

desmond: i just watched you devour a chicken salad

altair: no you didnt

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lucy: lets go get teddy bear boba

shaun: what is that

lucy: … boba

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malik: aw shit we cant go here. it’s for kids between the ages of 3 and 5

altair, genuinely distraught: oh GOD we are NOT between the ages of 3 and 5

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desmond: he’s like a person from avatar if they were white

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ezio, clearly a man: WOOOOAOAAOAOAO.. did u just say im a female girl.?? …… 🎶that boys a liar 🎶 ……

[yukiyee-akian]

Quick drawing of Malik

Dibujo rápido de Malik el papasote rico

[fromashesweriseuphiddenones]

More shenanigans

[chesterjesterr]

I love these 3 with all my heart

Desperately need more content with the 3 of them together

[teecupangel]

Why not just Desmond being an angel.

And it freaks everybody out and everybody thinks he's holy or something and he's just like "all right okay why not"

It had happened by accident.

It had to be an accident, right?

Altaïr had been thrown out of the room and the Templars had unsheathed their weapons. Malik had been focused on protecting his brother, shouting at him to run as he tried to keep all of the Templars busy.

Robert de Sablé didn’t even look back when he walked away after ordering their death.

Malik didn’t know what happened.

He saw Kadar freeze when he neared the scaffolding that would lead to the treasure and Malik swore his eyes glowed gold for the briefest of moments.

Before one of the Templars charged at him.

Kadar snapped out of it and tried to block, his stance unstable enough that he slipped backwards.

Into the scaffolding…

Taking the Templar with him.

The Templar’s sword struck one of the wooden pillars keeping the scaffolding stable and…

Malik didn’t have any explanation for it.

It shouldn’t have happened.

The scaffolding started to crumble, making Kadar and the Templar run away from it as fast as they could.

And then…

The wall next to the scaffolding began to break apart, golden light coming from the cracks before the entire thing fell down.

Together with the treasure and the ark where it had been resting.

The ark broke in half, splitting in the middle to reveal an egg shaped thing made of stone that was around the height of perhaps Malik when he was sitting on the floor.

The treasure fell on top of it, shattering like it was made of glass.

Where the shards fell on the stone, the stone changed and spread.

Until…

What had been stone had changed to seemingly three pairs of wings with white feathers that seemed to shine gold all curled together.

The wings twitched…

Before slowly opening, stretching to its full size.

Revealing a young man seemingly sleeping, the three pairs of wings attached to his back. His head was resting on his propped up knees.

No one could speak.

No one could move.

Until…

“Altaïr?” Kadar whispered hesitantly and Malik could see why he would call out that fool’s name.

The man looked too much like Altaïr for it to be a coincidence.

Almost as if hearing the name, the man…

No.

The divine being in front of them opened his eyes.

Instead of Altaïr’s golden eyes, his eyes were light brown with specks of gold in them.

And Malik wondered how he could see them from where he was standing, a few meters away from the winged being.

The divine being looked around and blinked.

His eyes met Malik and his lips parted.

“It’s an angel!”

Before he could speak, the Templars all knelt and began to pray.

The Templar who had attacked Kadar took off his helmet and…

It was a woman.

A woman who was praying fervently at the divine being who…

… looked at Malik with wide confused eyes.

Unorganized Notes… I mean… sorta notes?:

Desmond is surprised for a few seconds then he goes “Be not afraid” and tried to sound super impressive “Ye are in the presence of…………… the will of God.” and he’s just bullshiting his way to uuhhh. He has no plans.

He glanced at Malik and Kadar and oh yeah, alright.

“Ye shall not harm these… men of justice for they are… under my protection…?”

At that point, Desmond knows he is ffuuuccckkeedd. Malik is obviously onto him. Kadar is super confused and just keeps staring at his face. Then…

Maria, of all people, agree and even goes as pledge her sword to him which is super weird and Desmond’s just “???”

In the end, Desmond accidentally takes the Templars about to kill Malik and Kadar with him as he leaves the temple with Malik and Kadar. It’s a very awkward journey and Desmond has no idea what else to do other than…

Oh wait… there were other Templars stationed nearby and they all saw him leave with his ‘entourage’.

Before he could try to say anything, Maria speaks for him, calling the messenger of God and that he had been sleeping in the Ark of the Covenant which sounded like a super big deal (and he can’t even whisper to Malik to ask what the hell she was talking about because the Farm was never religious and the only time Desmond even heard of the Ark of the Covenant was from Indiana Jones) and…

… why does it feel like Maria was converting people into becoming his personal army???

Oh god… Was this…

Was he going to take his own army to Masyaf???

[sc4llywag]

What's your current favorite game, who's your current favorite character and do you have a favorite song/soundtrack?

Also which character do you love to hate?

Also also please feel free to use this ask to simply info dump about any headcanons or ideas or anything really!

Well I'm answering asks now so

hello old asks I've forgotten to answer

I'm gonna assume these are ac related

Current fav game : Assassin's Creed 3

Current fav character(s) : Connor, Shay, Malik, Desmondddd

Fav soundtrack : Assassin's Creed Revelations and 3

Character I love to hate : Probably Charles Lee but also FUCK William Miles he's a DICKHEAD

-Some random headcanons-

Shaun hates tea, he hates it. Coffee for him all the way‼️

Altaïr has frequent nightmares about the visions from the apple and Al Mualim bullshit and Malik is always there to calm him and hold him until he falls asleep again

Malik has similar nightmares but always about Kadar and Altaïr being there is scary because he still has that anger, but he's a new man and throws himself into Altaïr's arms, thanking him :(

Achilles is Connor's adoptive father. No buts.

Edward told grand stories of his adventures to Haytham and always mentioned his friends to keep the memory of them alive

Shaytham. That's the headcanon

Shaytham specifically because Haytham and Shay are both big losers who lost everything and connect in that way when Haytham actually opened up to Shay. (That def took a long time btw)

Malik has very soft hands, Altaïr's are calloused and rough as shit(the opposites attract HHegwgagagg)

Ezio tries to learn how to paint with Leonardo, but he prefers the building and architect lessons more

Ezio and Machiavelli totally had a thing

Shaun is a night owl and Desmond sleeps in like hell

That's all I have in me rn 😔 thank you asker

[khokha13pk]

BLOCK 13 AND ASSASSIN'S CREED CROSSOVER REAL?!?!?!?!?!

An oc I never named

More block 13 stuff

[noficbyhalves]

Have some "Kadar is thoroughly Done with these two even from beyond the grave":

"Hey! Altair!" called a familiar voice.

He froze, turned. Leaning out of a traincar door was Kadar, waving furiously at him. He was smaller than Altair remembered, but somehow whole and hale. The only way that could be real was if- if he-

Fuck.

"I'm dead, aren't I," were the first words out of his mouth as he walked closer.

"Hello to you too, I've been lovely thanks," Kadar said dryly. The mannerism was achingly familiar, but when Altair tried to remember from what his head only pounded.

"Hi Kadar," he sighed. "Am I dead?"

"Eh, kind of?" Kadar made a so-so gesture. "You're about halfway there. Something about blood ties making curses rebound? Don't ask me, I'm just the messenger."

He had heard all this before, it was on the tip of his tongue. He died because of his grandfather, because of the war, but Altair knew there was something else, something so very important. Why couldn't he remember? Why did the inside of his skull feel so battered? "You're the messenger of... death?"

Kadar laughed. "Not for everyone, silly. It's more of a 'the universe shows you someone you trust to guide you' kind of situation."

And the universe had decided the best guide Altair could hope for was a scrawny fourteen-year-old. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad.

[...]

"You've got two options. You could go back to life and all its complicated bits," Kadar gestured vaguely at the nebulousness behind him on the platform. "Or, you can get on the train and just... let go."

"Give up?"

Kadar's expression was terribly sad. "No one's going to judge you if you want some peace, Altair. You've done plenty, if that's what you're worried about."

Altair couldn't meet his eyes. When put like that, it made perfect sense... and yet. He started walking towards the train. Maybe peace wouldn't be so bad. Kadar was here, he could see Rauf again, he could meet his parents...

Then why was his heart hammering in his chest? Why did he feel sick looking at the train?

Kadar was holding out his hand. Altair lifted his left hand to reach him, glanced down at his fingers.

...his... four fingers.

He had four fingers on that hand, because...

The pain in his head reached a fever pitch. His vision was swimming.

Because of his grandfather, because of the brand on his arm, because because because-

This is perfectly safe and I'm a fucking genius.

Altair sucked in a gasp (had he breathed at all since he opened his eyes?) and jerked his hand back. There was a phantom sensation of a hand on his jaw (only the one), a voice echoing in his ears (wake up you have to Altair please). Kadar smiled, and for once it looked real.

"I can't," Altair croaked.

"I figured. You two sort your shit out yet?"

Altair had no idea how to answer that, even if he could get enough air in his lungs. He stumbled backward, away from the train.

Kadar sighed. "Nevermind. Don't suppose you can pass a message along?"

"Will I remember this... after?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. It's usually more of a one-way situation."

Right. But Altair's wasn't because of blood magic or something. The rules of magic really were bullshit. If he remembered this enough to share, Malik would have a conniption. Altair nodded, "I'll try."

"Tell him I love him, and it's not his fault either."

Altair gaped. "How-"

"I've known him my whole life, and I'm not an idiot?"

The laugh bubbling out of his throat was edging on hysterical. "I- yeah, yeah okay." He turned away, towards the unnerving blankness on the other side of the platform. "How do I-?"

When he glanced over his shoulder, Kadar gave him the world's most exaggerated shrug. Truly unhelpful.

Nothing for it but to do it. Altair shut his eyes and walked into the fog.

[paintsplantspaws]

I don’t care who you are or where your from you are never too old for stuffed animals

It’s Assassins creed time Y’all Stuffed animal headcannons

Altair:

stuffed eagle Pretty self explanatory. But he tells everyone he’s too for them.

Kadar:

Yellow Dog Because he gives off golden retriever vibes

Malik:

A black cat He’s very cat coded. After losing Kadar he keeps his as well.

Ezio:

Stuffed cat Because he seems like a cat person

Conner: a turkey because he recruited a Turkey to the brotherhood

Arno: a doll from his lovers collection as a child (yes I ship Arno and Elise)

Jacob: a plush rook because Rooks!

Evie: a cat plush. She’s 100% a cat person

Bayek: Keeps his son’s favorite toy on him

Kassandra : stuffed version of Ikaros she made herself as a child

Evior: A wolf pup because of her nickname Wolf Kissed

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