#assassin's creed angst

[marf244]

Ash never got to give her brother his birthday card

[sulfies]

🌊Sweet Slumber✨

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Shh dont wake him up, he is resting…finnally

[konnoronhkwaconnor]

Sometimes i wonder what would it be like if Haytham managed to kill Connor in their final fight.

What would he write in his journal? What would he say about the event?

What more of gut-wrenching angst Forsaken could be?

[fanfenomenon]

“It is not flesh and blood, but the heart which makes us fathers and sons” - Johann Freidrich von Schiller

Basically, Haytham realizes how alike his father and son are, that he sees his own father in the very image of his son.

hey uh so that one scene where connor tells haytham that he has a ship..?? yeah that made me think that maybe connor reminds haytham of edward in some way or another

*all clips were from the actual ac games and trailers, no copyright infringement intended

[teatitty]

Of course Ezio is going to have wrist and hand and arm pains. He wasn't trained in the art of the assassins -- he isn't used to their weapons. He's brawled with his fists and wielded a rapier (as was common for nobles at the time) but the robes are heavy on shoulders used to thin cottons and the bracers awkward and clumsy on his wrists. The flick of the hidden blade is foreign, and he has no-one to teach him the proper use until he is taken in by Mario. The heavy swords and maces and spears require so much force, and Ezio has always been a quick, lithe sort of fighter, filled with trickery and mischief instead of bludgeoning trauma

He does not know the right exercises to soothe strained muscles. Does not know what cramping to expect, and he is not used to running and leaping and diving in cumbersome robes and a hood that obscures his vision

Of course he is in pain. Of course he aches and cramps and curls up in a ball where nobody can see him as he tries to will away the persistent hurt. His body wasn't trained for this. Wasn't made for this. But he is forced to adapt anyway, and change everything about himself from the inside out. Would you not suffer from that too

[teecupangel]

Hey tee want to hear an absolutely horrific Desmond idea that just popped in my head? Of course you do.

(tw though for a bunch of stuff about dead bodies so if that's a squick you can delete this message without reading the rest.)

At one point in The Hollows book series, the protagonist encounters a high-power magic entity that can possess the recently dead in order to communicate directly with mortals.

What if a Desmond whose body is destroyed by the aurora device and he ends up adrift in the Grey for an unknowable amount of time

until he gravitates, without meaning to, to points in his ancestral history where there is a suitable vessel for him to inhabit?

The rules surrounding this:

1) The vessel he occupies must be recently deceased, within about two hours.

2) How long he can stay in a body is affected by how complex the life form is. Humans are the longest at 12hrs.

3) The time limit is expressed by the body slowly turning to ash and dust, until it reaches a critical point and can no longer hold itself together, at which point it basically disintegrates.

4) Those with Eagle Vision inherently know on looking at a body occupied by Desmond that it is Desmond. If he is occupying a human body, he will seem to them to resemble what he looked like when he was alive.

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more assorted thoughts:

Desmond isn't limited to a linear timeline. He gets drawn back to the Grey every time his body dissolves, from which theoretically any point in time can be accessed.

I like the idea though that at least at first, he doesn't have control over where he goes. In addition to trying to figure out how this whole thing works, he's just popping up in the most random/useless of times.

He can visit any time and place he has an ancestral connection to, whether or not he unlocked those memories while he was still alive. There just needs to be a suitable vessel nearby. And, well. Pretty much every assassin ancestor has plenty of opportunity for that.

Also, jumping off rule 3 above, Desmond isn't like...so him needing to possess a vessel is basically like, needing to anchor himself to something Present. And what he's anchoring to isn't even the body exactly, it's the memory of life. Which is why more complex things anchor him longer, they have a more substantial memory of life/concept of self/their existence.

So as he's burning through the body, he's holding it together through his own force of will more and more, until the memory is burnt out and will alone isn't enough.

An interesting effect then is that the body's death blows don't affect what he's able to do in it, but lifelong conditions do, when he first possesses it. If a person's eyes were gouged out to kill them, Desmond can still see in the body, because the memory of life still remembers having eyes, even though the physical eyes are ruined. But if Desmond possessed someone who had been blind for years, he wouldn't be able to see, because the memory of life doesn't conceptualize itself as a seeing being. As the memory faded and it became more about Desmond holding himself together, he'd regain some of his sight.

Funny enough, this means that while non-human bodies tend to be of limited usefulness, there is a period toward the end of the possession where he can speak and communicate with people, even if he's like. A mouse. Because at the very end it's more his concept of self establishing what the body can do than the mouse's.

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For real though just imagine with me how freaked out his ancestors would be when some of their kills randomly sit back up and start talking. Like. You never know when or where Zombie Desmond will appear, but it will probably be at the least convenient of times and everyone will scream.

I love this idea because of the sheer angst potential.

Like, sure, we can go down the horror comedy route and I’m all for it since I love that genre.

But just imagine Desmond possessing one of the Auditore’s bodies while Ezio was trying to bury them. Ezio’s horrified outrage at the idea that some kind of entity was possessing his younger brother. Desmond didn’t mean to possess Petruccio’s body, he still can’t control this, Ezio- “Shut up!”

It’s definitely the worst kind of first meeting.

And Desmond doesn’t know if this was worse or better than his first meeting with Altaïr.

Because with Altaïr, Desmond screwed up so badly by possessing Adha’s dead body, giving Altaïr a false sense of hope that he wasn’t too late.

Unlike Ezio’s grief and rage, the way Altaïr’s face completely shut down was much more worrying to Desmond because he has no idea what that silence was supposed to mean.

Even when Desmond apologizes and promises that he didn’t mean to, Altaïr simply ignored all of these and just asked Desmond what he was and what he wanted.

The worst part of this entire thing is that Desmond doesn’t even know what he wanted.

And then there was Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Desmond didn’t even know if Ratonhnhaké:ton hated him or not.

Because the first time Desmond possessed someone in Ratonhnhaké:ton’s time, he was getting the hang of all of these.

And he was able to save Kaniehtí:io, sure.

By possessing a child who had recently died. A child that Ratonhnhaké:ton knew by name. He had probably been playing with that child a few hours ago before Desmond possessed their corpse.

… and Desmond spent weeks in that body with only Ratonhnhaké:ton knowing that he wasn’t his friend.

Ratonhnhaké:ton probably didn’t trust him.

But hey…

At least he didn’t possessed Kaniehtí:io or something.

That would have been so awkward.

The new problem Desmond had was that…

Well…

He just possessed some naked dude in the middle of some sort of island.

“Jeezus!”

And he has no idea who this dark blond haired man that smelled of salt and rum was supposed to be.

But from the looks of things…

He was wearing what may or may not be Assassin robes belonging to the dead body he was now occupying.

[hauntedparadisebandana]

Guys, the bleeding effect has me in a choke hold I must speak about it🗣I always see people talk about the animus like it's super cool and revolutionary, which it is in some aspects, but what about the destructive side of it? Let's get down to the nitty gritty.

Desmond is a disaster just waiting to happen. He thinks of Claudia as his real sister, and he loves Mario as his own uncle. Once, he was talking to Lucy about "the last time he has been here," all while they were exploring the tunnels in Monterigginoni. She corrected him, prompting that Ezio had been there and not him. THAT IS LITERALLY SO SAD FOR NO REASON. You literally lose yourself as a person to the Animus, but all in the name of research, right? Right.

I hc that It goes so far that he starts screaming in his sleep or waking up in sickly cold sweats. He has episodes where he slips into speaking other languages such as arabic and italian and believes he is and refers to himself Ezio or Altair. Basically, he has other people in his mind who come out in episodes, and it's tragic. Maybe, the episodes get to be too much, and his memory starts to deteriorate. He starts writing and taking pictures as memories to remind himself of who he is along with his friends. Just maybe, he stares at the pictures for minutes on end, his efforts of trying to remember himself and his friends don't help as much anymore. His memory of them is fading, being overrun by a mass in his mind. Just maybe, he throws a fit and tears the picture to shreds, so upset at the fact he can't recall their names.

The others are aware of the effects of the animus. They try not to react when Desmond calls them out of their name, such as calling Rebecca Claudia, so they dont scare him more than he already is. They share knowing looks when they see him pacing a room or coming out of one of his episodes. They know it's only a matter of time before he ends up like clay, Desmond is aware as well, and he's petrified.

Imagine being him. You won't know if you're you or Ezio, or maybe you're Altair. You see them like ghosts, you hear them, you feel what they feel, you grieve for people that dont exsist anymore, you miss a home that isn't yours, you confuse your ancestors memories with your own, you think you're them, and I find it both crazy and heart breaking.

[hard-times-paramore]

Okay, I admit there's a bit of a pet peeve I have with "bleeding effect" Assassin's Creed AUs where the ancestors meet Desmond. I can't forget those people have already lived their lives. Like, it's all set in stone. You're just seeing their memories. How their lives already went.

Ezio and Altaïr managed to interact with Desmond across time because of the Apple and other keys of Eden, but that's also gonna be in their memories. Desmond could access his ancestors seeing himself through the Animus.

So when I write Desmond talking to his ancestors because of bleeding effect, I also make him fully aware he's not talking to the real them, but with a hallucination of them, a copy of a copy in his head. Memories of memories. His brain speculating from what he got out of meeting them.

It's sad to think about, but the ancestor in his head isn't the real one. And I think knowing that would hurt, too. Specially for Desmond, who has kind of a shitty family (definitely a shitty father) and he's feeling more connected as a family to the idea of his ancestors than with them.

It makes the fleeting moments he actually managed to reach across time all the more important to him.

[maria-and-aguilars-codex-1492]

Call of Duty x Assassins Creed Crossover ideas:

Poly!141 x Reader Edition

Templar!Reader being the next in line for Grand Master until they catch the unwanted attention from Assassin!141. Devout in your faith for the cause and centuries of your family being Grand Masters for the order you never knew anything else. And it paints the portrait that you are a target they need to snuff out before you gain anymore influence and power.

Mentor!Price has been to many countries, encountering many Templars before, yet Reader is just so-so--different. Price likes to think that his judgement has never led him wrong before so when he calls off your hit Gaz, Johnny, and Ghost don't exactly agree. They have to see for themselves which leads to you encountering them throughout your day. Not knowing that they are assassins of course. You only have ever run into those pesky Frye twins since arriving in London. Although by the end of it Gaz and Johnny are convinced you'd make a better assassin than templar. They want to convince you much to Ghost disagreement. Because despite staying his blade he still contemplates assassinating you anyways (Creed be damned) up until he realizes that not even he wants you dead.

Unfortunately this all ends up with you experiencing some world-view-changing trauma that ends in you taking a leap of faith from a building with a hidden blade strapped to your arm.

Bonus:

In the modern day, you find yourself being abducted by Abstergo and taken to their Madrid facility. There you encounter the 141 who, just like you, are carbon copies it would seem of their ancestors. They remember you or your ancestor rather. They want to protect you. They want you to fight back even more. You want to just go back to being normal, a civilian. Rikkin seems to believe that you'd do well as a Templar. But the 141? They're going to ensure you never fall into Templar hands again (while never admitting that they feared you becoming a templar as history tends to repeat itself though not always in the same way)

[bloodhaven99]

On Fields of Sorrow…

[ethan-acfan]

Altair is weirdly quiet and extremely cautious about what he says because after what happened with Ahmad Sofian, he's scared that a comment made in a moment of anger and hurt might be the cause of someone else taking their life because of him

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 ✠ ❝𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬❞

(A/n) ➳  I welcome you all to my mini-series. I had planned to make it longer but came to the conclusion to do five chapters but long ones. So please forgive me if chapters take awhile. But enjoy!

Word Count ➳ 1.2k  

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader/Assassin reader, alcohol use, death of a parent, violence, mentions of death, mentions of marriage...

Dreamers Masterlist

NEW YORK, 1747 

Shay stumbled through the crowded tavern, his sense dulled by alcohol and his grief. He had lost track of time since his father’s death and the storm that claimed he and the crew’s lives. His thoughts were chaotic, swirling around his head, and unable to focus.  

The air reeked of ale. Shay now found himself hunched over a wooden table, nursing a drink. He barely registered the commotion around him, but he could feel the glares from other patrons of the tavern. 

They surrounded him, at the neighboring tables, seemingly drinking. And if Shay thought correctly, it was going to be another tavern fight... He reached for his pocketknife, ready to attack the presence behind him until a voice cut through, sharp and familiar yet distant in his drunken stupor.  

“Shay! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”  

Startled, Shay looked up, squinting to focus his blurry gaze. Though the blur, he saw the silhouette of a man standing in front of him. But his face was blocked by the terrible lighting of the tavern.  

He leaned over and when he couldn’t see him, he tried to stand. But gentle hands steadied him, helping him to his feet with tenderness. It was then that he felt the soft touch of another person, their presence was soothing, unlike his mind. 

“Easy now.” The voice spoke, laced with concern. “You’re in no state to brawl, let alone stand on your feet.” 

Shay blinked, confused, trying to make sense of the situation. And then, like the fog in his mind had lifted, he saw him, Liam, his best friend. He stood in front of him with a mix of frustration and worry.  

“Liam?” Shay muttered, his voice hoarse and filled with confusion. 

“That’s right.” Liam replied sternly. “And if weren’t for (Y/n) here, you’d be lying in a gutter somewhere.” 

Shay's gaze moved, and for the first time, he saw her.  

You, the young girl who had come to his aid. He can see the nervousness in your eyes, watching him and managed to keep him up straight.  

You, (Y/n), Liam’s younger sister. You were the same age as Shay.  

Despite the chaos of his life, despite the pain and the loss, there was another pang in his chest. He was in no state to think about it further but pushed it down.  

Yet one thing became clear, though his suffering alone and in the dark, you had become his lifeline. 

And for that, Shay knew he would be forever grateful.  

DAVENPORT HOMESTEAD, MARCH 1752 

"Quickly now!” Hope called out, hands on her hips as she watched a group of assassins scramble around, looking for you specifically. “She’s in the trees! On the ground! Behind you!”  

They scattered across the training grounds, Hope’s eyes followed their every move. She watched with amusement, her laughter echoing through the air as they failed to find your lurking spot.  

You moved like a ghost but graceful, blending into your surroundings as if you were part of them. Your ability to remain unseen was something Hope hadn’t seen before. Maybe as good as Achillies. 

Shay and Liam stood at the sidelines, watching as well. Shay couldn’t hide the happiness that swelled every time he saw you emerge. He exchanged a playful look with Liam, a smirk tugging the corners of his lips.  

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Liam remarked. “She might be better than all of us in stealth.” 

Shay snorted. “I can count the number of times Chevalier wet himself whenever (Y/n) comes out.” Shay was careful when he said it, making sure Chevalier wasn’t around or else he’d be in another fight. 

“I heard.” Then Liam sighed, it was heavy and solemn. “Achilles shouldn’t have allowed her to join the Brotherhood. I promised my father I’d protect her, keep her safe, I didn’t want her to come. She should be back in the city, married by now, enjoying her life.” 

Shay's brows furrowed. “You know as well as I do that (Y/n) would never be happy with a life like that. She's a fighter, just like you.” 

Liam knew Shay was right. You were young, could barely remember him but he could see how happy he made you.  

When Liam discovered that Achilles was in contact with you, he lost it. Shay attempted to talk him down, noting that you were grown and can take care of yourself. But Liam felt betrayed. He confided in Achilles that his biggest fear was losing you and now you were at risk.  

It took him a couple of days for Liam to calm down. That same day, he found you on the training grounds with Hope and Kesegowaase, you were ginning, just happy to be here. 

Liam promised himself that he’d do whatever he could to keep from harm’s way, even if you were an assassin like him.  

“Wrong! Again!” Hope’s shouting made him focus once again, seeing you jump from a tree and into a pile of leaves. He saw the smile on your face as you fell.  

“Even if she was back at the city, you would approve of no man.” Shay scoffed, shaking his head. 

And how no man was worthy of you. 

And he had a feeling that Liam wouldn’t approve of Shay. 

They were childhood friends, best friends, nothing could tear them apart... Almost nothing. Shay always kept quiet for the years he had met you and when you joined the Brotherhood.  

He would rather die than admit to Liam that he wanted to be with his sister. They were in the middle of looking for the Manuscript, there was no time or room for starting a relationship.  

But he couldn’t stop himself from staring when you’re near, how his smile became bigger whenever he heard your voice, and how he wanted to seek you out every time he returned from a mission. 

You made him want to forget you entirely, you were a distraction to him. Blocking his mind when he tried to fucus, thinking of his future with you when he knew there was a possibility of not having one.  

Yet when he stood on that cliff, Manuscript in hand, his eyes locked with yours for a second. Everything he dreamed of flashed before his eyes.  

You and him on the deck of the Morrigan, it was just the two of you. You were smiling as his crew sang, his arm around your waist to pull you closer, and your soft lips against his.  

You were his dream, and he didn’t want to lose you.  

But it was only a matter of time before you heard what happened in Lisbon. What would you think of him then? Were you going to be disgusted, horrified, angry? He didn’t want to look you in the eye and see his answer. 

Shay engulfed you tightly, he was trembling. Not cause of the cold but because of fear. You were in his arms, demanding answers, wanting to know what the shouting was about but he didn’t what you to know.  

His tears soaked your shoulders as he felt your arms come around him.  

“It’s okay.” He heard you say. “Everything is going to be okay.” Rubbing his back. 

And as he fell over the cliff, feeling the pain of the gunshot running through his body. He remembered you shouting his name and Liam having to hold you back from trying to chase after him.   

Maybe Shay could die in peace, at least he stopped the assassins, even if it was just for a couple days or weeks before they found the Manuscript. His only regret was making you cry, he hated seeing you in pain. 

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission. 

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[sulfies]

aw look a bird made a nest on the roof!

[fanfenomenon]

“I never knew him. Not really. I thought I had, but it wasn’t until I read his journal that I realized I hadn’t really known him at all.

And it’s too late now. Too late to tell him I misjudged him.

Too late to tell him I’m sorry.”

- Connor, from Assassin’s Creed: Forsaken

i still believe connor regretted killing haytham and no one can make me think otherwise now that ac forsaken has solidifed that belief (also, more hamilton and ac3 parallels!)

*all clips were from the actual ac games, no copyright infringement intended

[stranded-in-quantum]

despite being hurt herself, she only ever cared about him

Charlotte Crawford (oc) & Jacob Frye (AC Syndicate <3)

Jacob was first assassin I ever played with since Syndicate is my first AC game?? And It's very special to me <3

My friend encouraged me to post my silly ship arts anyway :3

please don't eat me :'(

[teecupangel]

This is based on @zero-saito’s reply for this post

@teecupangel what if the day Desmond was born was a date that the sky turned green like that?

The sky turned green the day her son was born.

It lasted until he stopped crying.

Or so they say…

She had been too tired to care about such things, holding her son as he cried his heart out.

Her heart ached when he cried for so long.

As if lamenting his birth…

They said it was an auspicious sign.

She saw it as an omen of what was to come.

She had him because it was part of the contract she had with William Miles.

William Miles believed she would fall in love with him.

She doubted it the moment he agreed to her father’s proposal to ‘sell’ her off.

A child born of the Ibn-La'Ahad and the Auditore bloodline…

That was what her son was to her father.

To her husband?

He was just as fucked up as her. Unlike him, she never pretended to be normal.

He probably loved her son in his own way but he also saw him as the successor to such mighty bloodlines.

And this green sky that greeted her son’s birth.

It was only auspicious to them.

To her…

To her son…

It was a curse.

He hated the color green. He preferred the whites and reds that his mother usually wore.

He liked dark skies, of rain and storm…

He hated the word ‘auspicious’.

He hated his birth date.

But most of all…

He hated the Farm where the green sky appeared.

So he ran away.

And she stayed behind.

Screamed his name while standing at the opposite side of where she saw him run.

Swore she saw him run deep into the green forest, not towards the cliff that led to the blue waters that will carry him farther away from them faster than his legs could.

He ran away.

And she stayed.

Because she was not the mother he should have had.

But she was the distraction he needed that day.

.

When the entire sky was covered in the curtains of colors everyone found beautiful that early morning when the Solar Flare was supposed to hit the earth…

She saw the green curtains.

And did not think of it as auspicious at all.

She felt her phone vibrate but she didn’t need anyone to call her to know.

The world was saved.

But her son was cursed by this green sky once more.

She wondered if he knew why she wasn’t with him during his last moments.

Did he hate her?

That was fine.

She deserved it.

She was not a good mother.

But…

She was raised to be the perfect distraction by her own father.

So she took out her phone.

It was a message from William Miles.

[He’s dead.]

What an auspicious day for them all then.

They sacrificed her son for the world.

And she…

She never said goodbye.

No.

She doesn’t deserve a goodbye.

She closed the notification and pressed the volume up button on the side of her phone.

And watched as Abstergo’s Philadelphia branch explode.

It was unnecessary.

She had done her part pretending to be her son by appearing in CCTV the day prior but this…

This is her being petty.

What a bad mother she was.

William Miles was probably crying when he sent that message to her.

He probably managed to say something to her son before his death that would help him grieve.

But she had nothing.

She deserved nothing.

No tears fell from her eyes.

But her mouth moved.

And laughter burst forth.

Madness?

Hysteria?

She didn’t know anymore.

He hated the color green.

But he liked white.

Like the flash that appeared before an explosion.

He liked red.

Like the blood of the Templars that was caught up by the blast.

He liked dark skies.

Like the smoke that kissed the sky of the fire that was created afterwards.

She was a bad mother to her son.

But she was a good Assassin.

And perhaps…

That was all she needed to be to honor his memories.