#freddy abberline

[elisavi]

ac: syndicate as random tumblr quotes because i love this hell of a game

[mackirate]

Teeny tiny Ass Creed screenshot studies

[bookworm-with-coffee]

London: *is on the verge of collapse, flames, riots, failing economy, Freddie Abberline sobbing uncontrollably in the background*

Jacob: I—

Evie:

[ ⚠️ DO NOT TAG AS SHIP/FRYECEST OR YOU WILL BE VERBALLY MAIMED AND/OR BLOCKED ⚠️ ]

[teecupangel]

This is messy but—

Desmond ended in AC Syndicate and poses as a pub owner and serves drinks and unfortunately it became popular cause of his drinks (and maybe his charm and good looks) which made it a hot spot for the Rooks to get drunk and Jacob keeps flirting with him either drunk or sober.

His area of the pub is the safest place with little crimes and somehow Templars activity is diminished there. And Henry and Evie is suspicious of it and Jacob just wanna know how who is the mastermind and recruit them in the gang.

Desmond will be a safe space for the unchrins, giving food and fixed and clean clothes (Desmond can sew) and prostitutes will go to him for shelter and protection from bastard men and just help anyone in need

Any drunkards in his bar rioting and Desmond is simply cleaning with broom and going "Sir, please go home" and the drunks pick a fight with him and just get beat by him using the said broom.

Do you think Desmond would visit the Kenway Mansion or leave cryptic messages to help the creed?

Oh yes, pub owner Desmond is (chef’s kiss). Awkward flirting from Jacob which he just stares down with a look of “I have all of Ezio’s memories which includes his disastrous flirting with Christina and his suave flirting with Sofia. This is child’s play” which Jacob thinks of as a challenge.

Also, the urchins liked to tell him all the gossips they hear because he gives them sweeties if they do (they get free meals regardless if they have any gossips or not)

Then there’s this…

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It was annoying having to wade through the sewers just to escape Lucy Thorne and her underlings. But, at least, Evie was able to recover what may prove to be the key they need to find the Shroud.

And also spend some time with Mr Henry Greene.

Still, it left a bitter taste on her lips knowing that Lucy Thorne would find Edward Kenway’s hidden room filled with the history of both the Kenway family and the British Brotherhood.

They got out of the sewers and Evie was about to suggest they get a carriage to leave as soon as possible since they were still near the mansion when they both noticed the commotion.

By the entrance of the Kenway mansion itself.

Evie and Henry looked at each other before nodding silently, making their way to join the crowd standing in front. They stayed in the crowd but managed to get a clear view of what was happening inside.

“Get your hands off me!”

Evie’s eyes widened as she saw police officers escorting Lucy Thorne and her underlings out of the mansion, clamping their hands in cuffs before escorting them to one of the many police carriages that were stationed in the courtyard.

“Please, Miss Thorne, do not make this harder for you.” Evie recognized Frederick Abberline almost immediately as the chief inspector stood in front of Thorne, “We have you for trespassing, breaking and entering…”

Abberline looked at the small journal he had as he added, “Destruction of private property, intent to steal…”

“Oh, sorry!” A young man exclaimed as he bumped into Evie. Evie stumbled slightly and the young man continued to say, “Sorry, you okay? I’m… I need to go.”

Evie watched as the young man walked towards Abberline as Thorne shouted, “Trespassing! This mansion belongs to-”

“The Kenways.” The young man cut her off and stood next to Abberline, smiling at him as he said, “Thank you so much, Freddie. When I saw all these people walking inside my home, I…”

“Well…” The young man smiled at all the officers as he said gratefully, “It’s good to know that we have officers we can trust.”

One of Thorne’s men blinked as he recognized him, “Desmond? From Bad Weather?”

“The pub?” Another man asked as he frowned.

“You’re taking the word of a pub owner?!” Thorne shouted.

“This is Mister Desmond Kenway.” Abberline introduced the young man, “The current head of the Kenway family and the owner of the mansion you just tried to steal from.”

“That’s impossible!” Thorne shouted, “This house-”

“Belonged to my great grandfather, Haytham Kenway who inherited it from my great great grandfather Edward Kenway.” Desmond cut her off, “Later, great grandpappy gave it to his sister, Jennifer Scott, who died childless.”

“But not before giving this house to my grandfather Ratonhnhaké:ton.” Desmond recounted, “The mansion has been abandoned since my great grand aunt’s death but it never left the family.”

Desmond took a step towards Thorne as he added with slightly narrowed eyes, “No matter what certain… rodents believe.”

Desmond waved his hand at the mansion as he continued, “I inherited it from my grandfather together with the entire…”

Desmond turned to glare at Thorne as he stated, “... history that comes with it and the Kenway name.”

Desmond turned to Abberline as he said, “I plan to press charges against everyone, of course, and…”

Desmond glanced at all the other officers as he promised, “I will do everything in my power as a Kenway to make sure anyone who helped them or will try to help them will be punished accordingly as well.”

The police officers glanced at one another and kept quiet while Desmond smiled at Abberline as he said, “I’ll leave this into your capable hands, chief inspector.”

“Yes, sir.” Abberline nodded before turning to face the other police officers, “Let’s get all of them to the station!”

“Now if you’ll excuse me.” Desmond turned and stared straight at Evie as he raised his hand, showing the golden disc she just had moments ago, as he said, “I believe I have a few little fledgelings that I need to talk to.”

Desmond’s lips curved into an amused smile and he nodded his head towards the mansion before walking inside.

Evie and Henry turned to look at one another before Henry said, “Well… I think we just got ourselves a meeting with Mister Desmond Kenway.”

Evie grimaced as he realized that this was the same ‘Desmond’ that Jacob had been awkwardly flirting with since they got to London. She could already hear Jacob’s ‘You talked to him without me?!’.

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Before anyone assumes this is Desmond getting reborn as Connor's grandson. Nah. Desmond forged all those papers. This is straight up Desmond time traveling. XD

[thelightofwhitechapel]

A STUDY IN SCARLET

Jacob looked again at the note that the mysterious woman in the scarlet dress had handed to the judge. Mangled Mermaid at Billingsgate Docks. He had been here once and didn't remember this visit as the most amazing one. The liquor was mostly beer without gas and gin that ate at the insides with its power. The ladies left much to be desired, and the wasted sailors, often not only with alcoholic beverages, were looking for a provocation in absolutely everyone.

However, he went inside, not wasting time wondering why the woman wanted to meet here. It occurred to him that she didn't look like a prostitute, and she didn't look like a brothel-keeper either.

It seemed to him that he'd seen her in a theater once, in one of the many plays he'd crept into out of boredom — and Evie always said he wasn't a man of culture.

He felt the gaze of the woman behind the counter on him. When he looked back at her, he saw the woman pull the picture out of her corset, then look at him and then the picture.

She whistled in his direction and showed him a four on her fingers as her gaze turned to the stairs.

He nodded and made his way through the drunken men, past the brawl that was taking place right outside the bar.

It was extremely quiet upstairs. It's as if all the employees have evaporated along with the customers. And although he saw them outside, despite the terrible, freezing rain, he did not expect them all to be out.

He went to door number four. He put his ear to the door to try to hear what was going on inside. Silence again. However, the eagle's gaze told him the presence of two people. And they weren't the enemies.

He opened the door. The woman and man turned to him. The woman who bet on his fight and gave the message to the referee, and Sergeant Reginald Hargreaves, a friend of Frederick Abberline at Scotland Yard. They had a chance to exchange two words when Jacob was passing by to visit Freddie.

"Good evening, Mr. Frye."

"Is that a joke? We couldn't meet at the police station, but at the brothel?"

He closed the door behind him. The woman's look told him that, heavy against his skin like a lead ball.

"We might, if not," he grunted, putting his hands behind his back and straightening up, "our little arbitrariness."

"Our?"

"Mine and Miss Seymour's." He pointed at the woman. "We're investigating a pervert milieu that buys child sex services. Actually, I'm investigating… And I'm helping Miss Seymour a bit."

"What does it mean?"

The woman moved her hand, ordering him to follow her. They stood at a table on which lay a very detailed sketch of a young girl in a striped shirt and a once-white apron. Her hair was short and unstyled. Facial features thin, but… extremely attractive.

"This girl came out of the Home for Wayward Youth on Houndsditch in the City of London a few days ago. On her way to the pharmacist, she met Pris Witless, whom she went to, and has not been heard from since. Pris denies that she did anything to her. The girl just left without a word and is now probably wandering around London."

"She has memory lapses that she can't come back?"

"So much so that she often forgets her own name," she confirmed, and Jacob could hear an unimaginable heaviness in her voice. "In addition, under the influence of strong emotions, mainly stress, she falls into a state resembling a psychotic attack. She could get into big trouble. She also could have hurt herself unintentionally."

"And why am I in all this?"

"You're much more mobile than we are," Hargreaves said. "You are able to climb to the rooftops and find Miss Alice more quickly that way. And then make sure nothing happens to her."

"Can't I escort her straight to the orphanage?"

Seymour shook her head.

"She's looking for the culprit of the fire that killed her family eleven years ago, and she needs her own reality to piece together her memories. And this manifests itself in sleepwalking. She's tried it before at Rutledge Asylum, but to no avail, and Doctor fucking Bumby won't let her traumatic memories be retained, so she can't do it at the orphanage."

Miss Seymour seemed to have a rather unflattering opinion of the director of the orphanage. Jacob wondered why that was.

"At any rate, she will be, or already is, walking through her reality, wandering the streets, and for my peace of mind, I'd like you to look after her. Freddie said you could be trusted, and you'd do a great job on this assignment."

Jacob's eyes ran across her face. She looked seriously worried and desperate.

And he, actually, was currently unemployed anyway. Since the Blighters were broken, Starrick defeated, and Evie left for India with Henry Green, the frequency of his missions had been reduced to a minimum.

"I have much to offer you, Mr. Frye. I know everyone has their price and…"

"I don't want money, Miss Seymour."

She straightened up and glared at him.

"So what?"

"You're worried about that girl. I want to know who is she to you?"

Even Hargreaves himself wasn't entirely sure. He knew they met when Seymour was a teenager and Alice Liddell was six. And that was basically it.

"We're not related by blood," she said, wondering for a moment what she really meant to say, "but she's like a daughter to me. And I want her to be as safe as possible in this extremely dangerous process."

Jacob had people all over London. Plus, he could watch her himself, and it's all for justice.

He extended his hand towards the woman. She grabbed it tightly.

"It's a deal, Miss Seymour."

"You don't even know how much your help means to me in this case, Mr. Frye."

"I don't know, it's a fact. But you can be sure I won't let hurt her."

They shook each other's hands. And after a while, Jacob went to tell the Rooks that they had a new, very important work to do.

[elijahmiles]

top 5 favorite ac characters??

hiiii i already did my favorite protagonists so i'll do side characters!!

hytham my beloved, my best friend, my babygirl. he is everything to me i cannot wait until we get his and basim's novel and the guide to valhalla written from his pov (and in mirage. hopefully. please please please ubisoft youre nothing)

freddy abberline is my fav side character from syndicate i love him he's so ridiculous and just like. a nice person (despite being a cop rip) and his and jacob's banter is so fun

brasidas!!!!!!!! such a great character and companion to kass (and should have been romanceable smh)

claudia auditore. i'm not saying ac2 would have been better if she were the main charcater but i'm not not saying that-

appollodorus. rip king he should have been bayek and aya's third.

[captain-kit-adventuress]

Ok, so I love this very, very much on its own merits. The dancing! The shouts of glee! The guy pretty chill while he’s absolutely just shredding on the violin! The bowing! All great stuff.

But my fandom-rotted brain couldn’t help but connect it to this fic I read called Cadenza. I can’t remember the author at the moment (don’t feel like checking my bookmarks, but maybe ficthepainaway?) but it was about an AU for Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate. Jacob was a busker who played the violin and didn’t like staying in a place for too long. Evie was, well, Evie, and she was settled and in a relationship with Henry Green and sometimes Jacob couch surfed with them. Freddie Abberline was still a cop, of course, and Jacob is not super on board with that, but he doesn’t know until later. Abberline basically just sees Jacob at the tube station where Jacob performs on the evening commute.

And, long story long, eventually Jacob’s family gets him an amp in the hope that it will make it harder for him to move around so much but just prior to the end of the story, he announces he’s moving to NYC. So of course this is immediately what came to mind, and like, this is probably what part of Jacob’s show would look like. I think he’d love NYC and he’s absolutely go completely viral over there. This is of no real relevance to the video but as I said, brainrot from massive Assassin’s Creed hyperfixation, with Syndicate being one of my favourites, and here we are.

If you’ve read it, I hope you can enjoy my insane ramblings about this, and if you haven’t, go read it! It’s the most insanely good rom-com, and I’m someone who generally loathes rom-coms. And then perhaps you will understand my reaction to this video.

When New Yorkers hear a violin 🤣🤣🕺🏾🔥

[grimmerie]

Jacob Frye: And we're back! Just like the five musketeers!

Ned Wynert: Three musketeers wasn't it?

Frederick Abberline: Four, if you count d'Artagnan.

Jacob Frye: Well, nobody knows how many there were, really, do they, Freddy? I mean, history is a sketchbook.

Evie Frye: You do know that "The Three Musketeers" was a fiction, right? Written by Alexandre Dumas?

Jacob Frye: A lot of people are saying that about the Bible these days.

Ned Wynert: What, that it was written by Alexandre Dumas?

Jacob Frye: Don't be daft, Wynert! It was written by Jesus!

[cometchasms]

Freddy, interrogating Jacob: "I know you're the one who did it, Frye!"

Evie, hiding nearby: "Play dumb."

Jacob: "Whose Frye?"

Evie: "Not that dumb!"

has this been done yet??

[possiblypeachy]

Wait what’s Freddy’s reaction to the baby????

ohoho Flor is still living with Freddy when she finds out she’s pregnant so hiding it from him just isn’t a good plan. her and Jacob declare to Freddy that they’re getting married in like three months and Freddy’s like “??? um what wait marriage? does father know? hold on— why so quickly?????” and Jacob and Flor are both idiots (and Flor crumples under the pressure of her brother panicking, the fact that she’s growing a little human, and she’s going to have to get married soon) and she kind of just blurts it and Jacob’s stood next to her like “shit”.

to be fair to him though, Freddy takes it well. by this point, he’s seen that his sister and Jacob are well and truly in love and, in the back of his mind, he knew them getting married and whatnot was inevitable but he’s just inconvenienced by the fact that it’s NOW?? could they not have kept off of each other for a while?? but, when dear Emmett is born, Freddy probably cries bc he’s a softie really and he loves his sister and this little baby that has her nose and lips and little mole on his lip. all-in-all, he’s stressed but not overly angry and just melts when the baby’s actually born.

[starlessskies94]

WolfStar 🐺⭐️

Fryeddy 💂🏻‍♂️🔪

Two of my favourite ships that aren’t canon that should be!! ♥️♥️

(PS...also there isn’t enough fanfiction for Jacob and Freddy and it makes me sad and kinda wanting to write my own 🤔🤔)

[sarky-sassin]

Favourite Moments: Assassin’s Creed Syndicate - (gif 8/?)

Jacob: Sergeant Abberline tends to exaggerate your Majesty

Could Freddy's coy smile get any cuter?

[thank-god-its-fryeday]

Wait for it....

[poorlydrawnsyndicate]

[whatthefuckisasweep]

if someone told 2013 me i would kin a pathetically homosexual victorian copper who likes disguises & has a well groomed full face of mutton chop. i think id die on the spot

[inquisitorcastellanos]

It’s so OVERT it’s COVERT

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Let’s not pretend like we didn’t think this would happen. With all the disguises and everything. Freddy is literally fave and he deserves the world. 

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