#evior

[ethan-acfan]

My assassins creed sexuality head canons (because my opinion matters so much😀)

MODERN ASSASSINS FIRST

Desmond: Probably Bi without a preference for either

Rebecca: Bi with a preference for women

Shaun: Bi with a preference for men

Lucy: straight but an ally

Layla: lesbian

now for the rest of them.

Altair: gay with internalized homophobia

Ezio: Bi with a preference for women

Connor: asexual and straight (don't know if I spelled that right)

Arno: I have never played his game, but based on vibes, he seems gay

Jacob: Bi curious

Evie: lesbian

Basim: straight ally

Loki: aroace (def thinks he is above such things)

Bayek and Aya: Both are straight and really confused allys

Kassandra/alexios: kass bi with pref for women/ alexios is bi also with a pref for women

Evior: loves women

[anti-shakespeare]

Pov: Me *as Evior* adding to the extinction of British wildlife by killing wolves, bears and Lynxes because they keep attacking me.

[ilikecowsnstuff]

He so fine 🥵

[annierttt]

Little teaser

[mxdwn]

ICYMI: mxdwn Interview: Eivør Shares Creation Process of The Last Kingdom, God of War Ragnarök Soundtracks and Her Unique Vocalization Techniques

https://music.mxdwn.com/2023/06/02/features/mxdwn-interview-eivor-shares-creation-process-of-the-last-kingdom-and-god-of-war-ragnarok-soundtracks-and-her-unique-vocalization-techniques/

[xthemandalorianx]

Not star wars related but wanted to share this adorable face

[shit-borg-sims]

Not to be a bitch but ubisoft making another assassin's creed where they once again cant let the playable protag just be ONE woman makes my eye twitch

[fromashesweriseuphiddenones]

None of this is my art. But the Soul Mates AU has been interesting me and I gave poor Desmond Miles four Soulmates. Still working kinks out here (no pun intended.)

[jasminemilesao3updates]

So I have a question

[misfit-lunitic]

"Fear not death for the hour of your doom is set and none may escape it.” – Saga of the Volsungs, c.5

[sirulyn]

Sketches of my lovely ocs :]

[sammys-magical-au]

I’m having some thoughts today about TGU based on this post, specifically concerning how alien species evolved from predators vs from prey would interact in this type of story

I may never necessarily write anything like this into the official story (I might tho), I just wanted to jot this down for Lore reasons

Humans, obviously, are omnivores, but Eviors (like Azadri) and Kal (like Anivene, and partially Sebastian considering he’s mixed) are both species that evolved from obligate carnivores/mainly carnivorous ancestors. Zomai (like Kiffa) are mainly herbivores, thus likely spent most of their early evolution as prey animals.

I’m envisioning a scene when Max, Az, Bas & Kiffa are on Earth with Gemini and Juno, and somebody’s GMO chickens get out and Max, Azadri and Sebastian are like “WE’LL HELP CATCH THEM!!” and all immediately go into Hunting Mode to simply herd the chickens back into their coop but Kiffa has never seen xer friends act like this before and is just watching them like “why do I feel like some kind of generational trauma was just unlocked? Why am I now terrified?” and just has no idea why it unnerved xem so much until xe realizes “oh, it’s because I’m a prey animal. Right.”

[anti-shakespeare]

No one:

Evior *In the saddest voice I've ever heard*: "So the cake... It was a lie?" :(

[that-basic-simp]

Soreness

Fem! Evior x Fem! Reader CW: Blood WC: 1.1k+

"If it isn't the magnificent Eivor herself--"

"Shut up," she sat on the side of her bed after she removed her gear.

"What is it this time?" I sighed.

"Sore."

I sat beside her and she turned to where her back was facing me. I reached over and firmly placed my hands on her shoulders, digging deep into the tight muscle with the base of my hand before I squeezed tightly.

"Fuck," she whispered.

"Try to ease up, Eivor. You're very tense. It won't help."

"I'm trying, love."

Her shoulders finally relaxed after I had planted a kiss to the back of her neck, near her scar. As I pulled away, my eyes lingered there for a moment.

"You're staring," she said.

"I'm sorry, Eivor."

"Do not be sorry. Weakness gets you killed."

"Does it bother you?"

"Bother me?"

"That you have a scar there."

"It serves as a reminder of what happened that night. With my parents, Kjotve, myself," she whispered the last part.

"Why yourself?"

"I was weak. All I could do was stand by and watch as my mother and father were killed mercilessly."

"But," my finger slowly trailed up the side of her neck and ran over the scar tissue. "You're still here. Still alive."

"And," she reached up and placed her hand on the one that was still on her shoulder. She turned and faced me, her blue eyes staring into mine. "I am with you."

"You flatter me," I said and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Anywhere else that is hurting you or stiff?"

"My arms."

"Biceps or forearms?"

"Both," she said.

"Lay down," I knew where this was going to go. This was her subtle way of getting me in between her legs.

She laid down on the bed and I straddled her, my hands running up and down her forearms first before reaching her biceps, squeezing and pushing at the muscles underneath. Her eyes closed and she took in a harsh breath. Thank goodness her eyes were closed since I was staring down at her abs and how they tensed up when I was massaging her arms.

"Anywhere else, love?"

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she smiled at me.

"Thighs."

"Of course."

I moved downwards and was met with her legs bending to where I could sit nicely in between them. As I knelt in between her legs, a smirk slowly tugged at her lips as she thought I was oblivious to her antics. I know her all too well. Maybe a bit more than I should, but she was mine and I was hers.

My hands squeezed at her thick thighs, thick with muscle and power that I also know all too well. She let out soft groans of contempt as I went from the front to the back of her thighs. As her muscles were getting looser and not as tense, I dipped my head down in between her legs and softly planted kisses against her inner thigh.

"Love," the words fell from her lips like it was sin.

"Eivor," I whispered back, sinning with her.

Her eyes became half lidded as she stared me down, watching every single move like I was her prey. Only tonight, she was the one to be devoured. I replaced the soft kisses with open mouthed ones, letting my tongue run along the flesh of her thighs, reveling in all that was her. I was about to get to the shorts she was wearing, but heavy footsteps could be heard. As the door swung open to reveal Dag, I was standing beside the bed while Eivor was sitting on the side of it.

"Eivor," he breathed out deeply.

"I am in the middle of something. Is knocking too medieval for you, Dag?"

"My apologies, but you must see something."

"If Odin himself isn't here, then leave it until the morning," she snarled.

My heart skipped a beat and my face flushed. I slightly turned away from Dag in the hopes he didn't see my reaction to Eivor's sudden change in mood. Although, it was more often than not that we get interrupted before we actually initiate something. And it always left Eivor in a sour mood to where the moment is ruined when she gets back.

"This really needs your attention."

"Go," I said to her.

She growled and stood up, "Give me five minutes."

The door closed and his footsteps slowly faded into the night air. Eivor turned and grabbed her gear, putting it on.

"Eivor?"

"I must go."

"I'm sorry."

"For?" she turned and faced me. "Nothing you do needs apology. You are simply doing what you wanted to do."

"I'm sorry that it's just going to get ruined later."

She placed her hands on my shoulders, "Before I return, I shall drink enough to where we can forget we were interrupted. I can give you the best night of your life."

"With you," I placed my hand on her cheek. "I always have the best night of my life."

"My love," she smiled and placed a long kiss to my lips.

"I shall return. Maybe if things don't go well tonight, you can give me another massage. Start this up again."

"Of course," I said.

She reached up and took my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm.

"I will return shortly."

She pulled away and ran out of the room. The warmth from her cheek lingered a bit on my hand until it ran cold. I slowly milled about the room, cleaning up miscellaneous things until the morning light approached. My body was weary, in need of rest, but my mind was active, buzzing. The door swung open and Eivor returned with blood on her face and some of her clothing torn. There was a stab wound that was bleeding profusely.

"Eivor."

"I am fine, love. Nothing I can't handle," she grunted slightly as she limped around the room.

"What is wrong?"

"Nothing," she sat down.

"Eivor," I said sternly.

"Stab wound and something is wrong with my leg."

I knelt down by her leg and found something was popping out slightly. I lifted up her pant leg and found her ankle bone was misaligned.

"Hold still," I said and forced it back into place.

Her instincts took over and her fist pulled back like she was about to punch me. But she restrained herself.

"I will never hurt you," she took note of the fear in my eyes. "I will not be like your father."

"Let's treat the stab wound."

She removed her tunic and I began working on that, creating a paste that will force the skin together until it heals. Afterwards, she laid down on the bed and I laid beside her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"For what?"

"For almost hitting you."

I leaned towards her and pecked her cheek a few times before placing a firm kiss to her lips.

"I don't fear getting hurt by you," I said after I pulled away.

"You should. Sometimes I don't know my own strength."

"With you, Eivor," I moved closer to her, wrapping my arm around her, taking in her stale blood and cold air musk. "I fear nothing."

[annierttt]

Late night exercise

[cippicat]

She is Evior

The real protagonist

He is just Havi/Odin

Yes that's a reference to Barbie