#assassins creed modern au
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thou-babbling-brook · 1 month ago
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Guys, have we considered… 🤨
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katabay · 1 year ago
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some kind of. miscellaneous conversation sometime during ac3?? this was actually part of a much longer scene that went in a more serious direction than I originally planned once I started drawing it. I ended up starting over, but I couldnt bring myself to delete the pages I had already started (which is why the dialogue's a little janky bc I decided to redo it before I got to the lettering stage RIP) so I cleaned them up a bit to post :') get some sleep, desmond.
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soleil384 · 2 months ago
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20timemachine12 · 5 months ago
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Modern AU
Imagine Petruccio trying to play PokemonGo inside the Auditore house but can't find the ones he wants so Ezio and Federico take his phone out with them to find him better ones.
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vadlings · 10 months ago
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utter art style crisis. frye twins be upon ye
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axolotlart · 6 months ago
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Draw :v
Speed paint
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The drawing style refers to ramshackle Trickster.
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demigoddessqueens · 7 months ago
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Hi, I love your Ezio fanfictions. I was wondering if you could do one set in the modern era. Where ezio is a CEO and the reader is an idol, they have a stable relationship and are expecting a child (in secret) away from the paparazzi and the cameras. could you do it? ☺️
Of course! Thank you so much for your kind words about my writing too 🥹
Masterlist 10
A/n - I can totally see this man being a whole girl Dad or just super involved
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Ezio was more grateful than you were that it was cold outside. Perfect to wear the new coat he had gotten you for a last anniversary.
All bundled up and a beautiful sight, you two set out for your afternoon outing together.
As soon as you both walked from the building of your high rise, they descended like a flock of vultures. Though the paparazzi greatly annoyed Ezio, he was too smitten with you to pay them any mind.
Naturally the attention came with the titles you both had. He, the son successor to a prolific enterprise. You, the beauty who was the face of companies and ads, who had snared and kept the rolling stone of a man wrapped around your little finger.
When you both reached the restaurant for lunch, Ezio took your coat and bag before pulling the chair out for you.
Ever the gentleman.
Kneeling down to your stomach, you tried to suppress your giggles as he planted kisses along your bump.
“Did the annoying people bother you, tesoro? Did you protect your mama?”
Your laughs rang in his ears as you felt arms encircle tighter around your waist.
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hauntedparadisebandana · 2 months ago
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The modern squad has my heart, so here's some headcanons!
Desmond, lucy, and rebecca all have piercings. Desmond has his tongue, belly button, lobes, and snake bites. Rebecca has a septum, lobes, and her right eyebrow. (Rebecca did desmonds). Lucy had her nose pierced and her first lobes.
Rebecca tries to get shaun to listen to her type of music, but he brushes her off after 5 minutes and doesn't seem interested.
She's surprised when he plays his playlist and hears Waffle by Sevendust.
The group are big horror movie fans except shaun. He claims they're "unrealistic" and are bad.
Rebecca once shaved desmonds hair and dyed it platinum blonde. He rocked it for 3 months before he went back.
Lucy, rebecca, and desmond all paint each other's nails, they mostly do black on desmond. It gives him something to do while not in the Animus. Rebecca managed to get shaun to join them, he rocks the black nails too.
One time for halloween they went to a haunted house for fun. A clown had popped up from around the corner which scared the shit out of desmond, and he punched the scare actor. They haven't been back to one since and desmond now fears clowns. Rebecca teases him about the incident every year.
Desmond and rebecca are the number one Rob Zombie fans.
Desmond despises black coffee, he'd rather enjoy his caramel frappuccinos.
The group has matching friendship bracelets.
Lucy is somehow a beast at Mario Kart, she wins every time. Shaun has dedicated his soul to beating her. (He comes in 2nd each time).
Rebecca has a photo album just for funny pictures of Shaun.
Shaun can cook up a mean brisket.
During the fall, lucy pulls out all of her pumpkin spice and cinnamon candles and decorates.
Each of them have a board game that they are really good at. For rebecca it's uno, for desmond it's twister, for lucy it's guess who, and for shaun it's monopoly.
Rebecca finally convinced shaun to let her pierce his first lobes. It went smoothly, and shaun actually enjoys them (but he can't let her know that).
Shaun and desmond bond over their love for Marvel movies. They've seen every movie there is and even own merch.
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corvus-the-trickster · 4 months ago
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Someone had to do it...
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deyanacormac · 3 months ago
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abbaalpha · 1 year ago
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thou-babbling-brook · 5 months ago
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Bla bla bla stocks cryptocurrency supply and demand idk I’m not an econ major
Ezio would make a good professor ngl till shit like this happens:
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howtotrainabraincell · 4 months ago
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A Day at the Critter Shop
for @a-little-buggy the first one to ever make a request
The first thing that Desmond had thought when Connor had been transported to the future was...better left unsaid lest Connor's ears be violated again. The man of course was no stranger to strong language, but to hear such things upon his arrival on top of being disoriented and confused about where he was? Give the guy a break.
When they had realized that Connor had some way, somehow been brought to the future by Desmond's visits to the past, Desmond instantly felt guilty. He couldn't imagine how it felt to be ripped out of your own century and thrown into almost three hundred years in the future. He had of course immediately volunteered to take full responsibility for his ancestor and help him as much as possible. Though the nerd known as Shaun had wanted to pick Connor's brain to build a better psychological profile of him.
Desmond had thrown a package of pop tarts at him and told Connor to RUN.
Within a week the two had found themselves building quite an amicable relationship. They had more in common than they would have thought - having been born over two hundred years apart. The Bleeding Effect helped of course. Being someone and taking on their mannerisms certainly made it easier to understand the actual person.
The two men had a lazy slow afternoon about a week after Connor's arrival, with the colonial era assassin taking the news with some surprise but mostly ease. He had questions of course but he wasn't panicking the way Desmond had been. The. Whole. Entire. Time.
The guilt of the younger man was immense. He felt like it was his fault Connor had been misplaced in literal time. In experiencing the side effects and cons of the Bleeding effect, Desmond had however been able to offer the man some sort of comfort by speaking in his mother tongue to him. The two men were conversing in Kanien'keha:ka when Desmond got an idea. It was a bit wild because it involved taking a man from the 18th century out into the 21st century world, anything could happen and in Desmond's case...it usually did.
"Do you like animals Ratonhnhaké:ton?"
The man's eyebrows peaked up in interest before he answered a piece of toast halfway to his mouth. "I do. I've always felt fondly for nature and the creatures that inhabit it. Comfortable. I was raised to respect the animals in nature, even when it comes time to hunt."
Desmond nodded in understanding. "What about pets? Have you ever had one?"
"No. We usually ate the animals or came across those in the woods that were too wild to be tamed." He paused, "Can you do such a thing? Do people have...pet wolves in this century?"
"They do actually. But it is extremely rare, and they usually just nurse them back to health and then release them back into the wild." He thought about his offer and decided it was now or never. "Would you like to go to a place where they have animals available for adoption?"
His brows furrowed. "It sounds interesting."
"If you trust me, I think you'll really like it. You'll get to see as many animals as you want and you can be friendly with them."
"They won't get scared and run away?"
"No. They're used to humans normally. Some can be skittish, but you just need to be gentle with them. Come on." He grinned grabbing his keys. "I'm taking you to a pet shop."
After making sure that they wouldn't be recognized in public by any freako Templars, they headed out and twenty minutes later reached their destination. The place was huge and there was a glass display at the front of the store, filled to the brim with little puppies in one and kittens in the other. Desmond grinned excitedly, "Hey! They're having an adoption event for a few new arrivals today."
"How does one do this? Do you just go in and claim the one you want?"
Heading in with Connor close behind weary and ever alert of their surroundings, Desmond answered. "Pretty much. Only you have to sign adoption papers and you usually have to pay a fee, and sometimes buy a couple of things from the store to take care of them when you get home."
Connor nodded in understanding as he brought his hands behind his back. "What would I get?"
"Depending on the animal you could toys, collars, beds. You have to have food for them, and you can get dishes to put the food in. Every animal is different so there's different things to get for different ones. My advice? Go with either a cat or a dog."
Connor eyed a pink sparkly rhinestone collar with a look of WTF and Desmond snorted. "That is...abhorrent to the eyes. Why...would one torture an innocent animal with such a thing? It would die of embarrassment. To say nothing of not being able to blend in with their surroundings."
Desmond laughed at Connor's honesty. "Well typically a pet is kept inside your home. Most people don't want their animals getting torn up by other animals that aren't domesticated or people who are missing more than half of their marbles. They think of them as a family member."
Connor had frozen staring down into the glass encased pit and it was then that Desmond instantly knew. Connor was a dog lover confirmed. An adorable little german shepherd had its tiny paws up on the glass yipping its heart out at the tall man, who just stared curiously in response.
"What...does he want? I have no meat for him, and I didn't touch his territory." He narrowed his eyes at the little furball, "If you bite me, fair warning dog I will bite back."
Desmond snickered and came closer smiling down at the little thing. "Hey little guy. Do you like my friend?"
The puppy whined in response and Desmond had to stop himself from letting out an audible 'awww'. "The puppy wants your attention Connor. You should pick him up and hold him."
"I can hold a... what I think is a wolf pup? Its fur is unlike any that I've ever seen..."
"It's a german shepherd. A breed of dog. Not a wolf. Perfectly safe to hold. They wouldn't sell wolves in a pet store, that would count as an 'exotic animal' and you would need a license, and you have to pay fees... it's a headache basically."
Connor continued to stare at the puppy hesitating before leaning over to gently reach in and scoop the puppy up in one of his large hands. He gently brought the animal to his chest and cupped its head with his other hand hoping not to drop it. "Is this good?"
Desmond nodded smiling like a dork at the sight of such a tiny puppy in the large hands of a man who was built like a roman brick wall. "It's great man. You're doing great."
The puppy began to lick Connor's palm and the man smiled. The stretch slightly hurting his face because the muscles were unused to being used, but Connor was actually happy. Or he seemed to be. Desmond couldn't read his mind.
"If you think this little guy is cute wait until you see the other animals in the store."
The puppy by now had propped itself up to lick Connor's cheek making him smile even more and speak softly to the puppy. "You look like a wolf, but you are much nicer you know that? So soft too."
Giving the little creature a pat on the head Connor let him down back into the pit to play with his littermates. Various other puppies were there ranging from little yorkies to sassy sausage dogs and a few golden retrievers.
"Well at least we know that he'll be easy to find again. Come one we still have the cats to look at too."
When they got to the kitten pen Desmond reached in to gently offer his hand to a tiny black kitten with green eyes, which curled up in his hand, tucking their little tail in as they waited patiently for their ride upward. Connor had secured an orange tabby kitten...which was currently biting the h-e-double hockey sticks out of his hands.
Petting the cat, he winced as he watched Connor get mercilessly attacked, by the feisty little thing. "Ow! Does that not hurt man?"
Connor shrugged. "No." He studied the cat as it continued to attack his hand with the same vigor he once went after Charles Lee with when he was younger. "I'm still trying to figure out if it's trying to be intimidating..."
"I think they're playing. Cats do that. Dogs play bite and cats do too. Cats however... tend to hurt more."
Suddenly the cat overestimated its balance in Connor's hand and toppled over the side, hanging on for dear life. The kitten mewled as its tiny little body dangled from Connor's large hand, and Connor just watched with slight amusement.
"See what you this has gotten you? You bit me and now you are stuck. You reap what you sow you naughty...not mountain lion but sharp clawed creature."
Desmond wheezed laughing at Connor's sass toward the kitten for play biting him. "Here try this little one. Boy cats tend to be more aggressive, and I got a girl."
The second the two men traded cats, the orange kitten took to chewing on Desmond's hoodie strings with a fiery wrath, and the black kitten looked up at Connor. The two studied one another for a moment, before the kitten reached its paw out and batted the air like it wanted something.
Connor brought the kitten closer weary after the first encounter but was pleasantly surprised to find that the kitten wanted his braid. He felt the beads in his hair tap gently against his jaw as the kitten played with them with jovial fascination.
And he smiled. Genuinely. For the first time since - well ever entering the 21st century Desmond supposed. Connor wasn't really known for smiling even back in his own time, and Desmond would especially know having been in the Animus experiencing everything that his ancestor had. He couldn't blame him though. Connor hadn't really had anything to smile about for a good portion of his life.
He chose to change the subject. He wanted to help Connor feel comfortable, not make him upset.
"Wanna go see the fish? They're usually pretty cool to look at."
Connor opened his mouth confusion written on his face but shut it and nodded. They headed over to the fish section where there were endless aquariums filled with as many fish as you could imagine. There were small, medium and large fish
The goldfish stared at Connor through the glass before blowing a single bubble at Connor.
Desmond smiled and puffed his cheeks out back at the fish in return. "Aww. He just blew a bubble at us. I think little fishy likes us."
The tall man next to him nodded and crossed his arms, the cat on his shoulder beginning to chew on the end of his hair peeking out from the end of the colored beads. "And I like fish."
He felt hope that maybe they would be taking an unexpected pet home today. A cat or dog he had expected, but a fish was unexpected. "Oh really?"
"Yes." There was a brief pause. "With hoecakes. Or deohako. Or even sofkee. Especially grilled over the fire. These ones are scrawny though... they would hardly make a mouthful for a child."
Desmond stared at him in fascination before laughing and moved him along to another part of the store. Reaching a small section of bunnies munching on cabbage leaves and sleeping in their little huts all huddled together, Connor joined him and scoffed.
"I thought you said that this was a 'pet shop'."
Desmond frowned turning away from the cotton ball with eyes. "It is."
Connor gestured to the bunnies munching peacefully on their snacks. "Then why did they put food in a place where you adopt animals to be your pet?"
The tattooed man's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Huh?"
"We eat those as well. In my time. All the time. They're delicious. I made a pair of fur lined boots for my mother when I was boy with a creature that looked exactly like this one. It was one of my first kills actually."
Desmond smiled nervously and moved along. "Ooookay next animal coming up."
Walking around the store they came across a case with multicolored small snakes. Until one caught Desmond's eye: the Western Hognose snake. "Oh cool!" Reading the handling information he carefully opened the case, so he didn't startle the snake. He slowly stuck his hand in the snakes' path, and it slithered right into his hand, making Desmond make a face at the feeling of its slippery underbelly. He gently lifted the creature out of the case, supporting it with both hands and turned to Connor.
Where he was met with a face of abject horror.
Desmond snickered. "What? He's cute right? Look at those little beady eyes."
"How... are you not being bit or strangled right now?
"You wanna hold him? I'll take Signora whiskers on your shoulder for a second if you do."
The man backed up clutching his small furry companion closer as if for comfort, before he pointed at Desmond completely serious. "If you put that slimy slithering henchman of satan near me I will end you. Descendant of mine of not."
Desmond grinned and leisurely set the small snake down back into its enclosure, where it slithered slowly back underneath its little palm tree. "Okay not a fan of snakes. Got it." He looked around before his eyes lit up at the small creature on the other side of the store. "Let's check these guys out."
Connor reluctantly followed as he grumbled to the kitten. "Only good snake is a dead snake little one. Dead and turned into jerky. Because while dangerous, they are delicious."
They headed over to the next display where various different types of gerbils were moseying about with their own agendas, completely oblivious to the humans ogling them. Connor peered into the glass with curiosity before quaffing in surprise. "What the... what is this - is this a mouse? Why are they selling diseases carriers? These things kill people." He frowned in disdain. "They get into your grain supply too and contaminate it."
"Not these little guys Connor. They're perfectly okay to have as pets." He opened the latch and gently offered his hand to one of the gerbils. It came closer sniffing his hand before hopping on and scampering up his arm, making him laugh. "See? Completely harmless. Just be gentle with them because they're so tiny."
Suddenly the gerbil jumped from Desmond's shoulder to Connor's jacket, clinging to the fabric for dear life, before it attempted to continue its journey. Connor's voice pitched in alarm as the gerbil launched itself onto his forearm, from his jacket, and the man was quick to grab it and stop it in its tracks. "Why can it jump like that?!"
Mouth hanging open in surprise he answered, "That's what...they do...?" Desmond genuinely knew nothing about gerbils. He had always thought they were just a form of domesticated mice. Noticing a plaque in front of the cage he began to read from it absentmindedly as the gerbil ran amuck in Connor's palm, climbing his fingers as he let the animal run between his hands.
"The Mongolian gerbil is one of one hundred ten species of gerbils and have proven to be a popular pet. The tend to thrive in arid and hot types of climates such as deserts and sometimes rain forests. They are commonly found in India, Asia, and Africa and have long hind legs, that allow them to execute a unique type of leaping to get around. They make good pet and get along with other animals. It is not recommended to have a gerbil and a cat in the same house - for obvious reasons. Annnndd they have an average lifespan of two to three years out in the wild, but can live anywhere from four to five years, with proper care if domesticated."
Connor frowned at the gerbil in his hand currently busy with the task of licking its hands and cleaning its little head. "That is sad. They live for so little time. Many people in my tribe live for a very long time, upwards of a hundred years."
"Yeah. Unfortunately, animals just don't live as long as humans do. That's one of the sucky parts about having a pet. You stick around longer than they do." He grinned, "But you have a bunch of centenarians in your tribe? That's cool."
Connor's mouth twisted in thought. "Centenarians are...?"
"People who are one hundred years old and older. You become an ultra-centenarian if you're well over a hundred years old. Like one hundred twelve or something like that."
He nodded in understanding catching the kitten without any thought as she slipped from his shoulder, before bringing her down to his chest. Connor looked sheepishly back to the puppy he had played with earlier as he simultaneously cradled the kitten closer to himself.
Desmond smiled in understanding. He asked anyway though he already knew the answer, his fellow Assassin would give. "You want the dog and the kitten, don't you?"
The elder assassin didn't take his eyes off the dog, two pairs of brown eyes looking deeply into the others. They were looking at each other like they were soul bonded, and Desmond knew that dog would be the latest addition to the family. "We bonded. And dogs are known for their loyalty..."
Desmond paused before a devious grin spread across his face. "We can train it to bite Shaun when he acts like a jerk and goes on his 'I'm smarter than you' rampage."
Connor made a face of consideration. He did think that this Shaun could be quite annoying. Maybe a bite here and there could convince him to be a bit less snappy, and a bit more happy. "While devious... I like your way of thinking." He looked down at the kitten and smiled once more, as she gave a tiny little meow up at him. "She is very sweet too." He scratched her little head behind the ears making her purr loudly. Desmond was surprised to hear such a loud sound come from such a tiny little cat, and it amused him to think that if she meowed it would probably wake Shaun out of a dead sleep and annoy him.
He nodded in understanding. Shaun certainly wouldn't be happy, but Rebecca would be ecstatic about the little guys. Besides with the stressful work they were doing all the time, what could it hurt to have some cute animals running around? They all deserved a break. And Desmond would never admit this out loud... but he wanted a snuggle buddy. "Okay we'll get them and get what they need and then go home. Does that sound good?"
Connor grinned and gave a single nod. "Sounds good."
Twenty minutes, some paperwork, and money later they walked out the new co-parents of two adorable bundles of fur.
"Let's go home so we can get these little guys settled huh?"
Connor nodded content to not say a word as he watched the small dog gnaw on his finger in delight without a care in the world. He looked down at the kitten sleeping peacefully in the blanket against his chest and he smiled.
Both animals completely happy and ready to go to their forever home.
NOTE! 'deohako' meaning 'life supporters' refers to the "three sisters" crops of corn, beans and squash. These were staple foods for the Mohawk people. Alongside 'sofkee' (also known as 'sofgee') was a corn porridge that the Mohawk people often ate as well.
ALSO - Sorry that this is kind of long I got carried away, but I hope it's enjoyable nonetheless!
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soleil384 · 4 months ago
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My silly drawing of French Frye
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20timemachine12 · 5 months ago
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Modern AU
Imagine minding your damn business as a motorcycle rider on the highway when a pack of bikers with green Rook patches passes you, Frye twins in the lead.
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wormholephobia · 1 year ago
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I finally drew ONE (1) thing after weeks of not doing shit except sleep and work
It doesn’t make sense, I just started with a face and tries to fill up the empty space one way or another
(Yes this is some kind of modern AU and all I can think of is how Leonardo would be the biggest stoner of his art school)
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