#jacob frye

[temeyes]

missing my favorite twins!!!!!!!!!! :^(((((((((((((((

[emoscot]

Happy Fryeday :3

Yapper and listener

[paws-of-the-quill]

My wife sent this to me. She says it is from Pinterest. Emmi is also certain I am the exact opposite of this.

Emmi: He’s sweet but everyone fears him.

[kimsaidhii]

Posted by the official Twitter of Ubisoft Nordic.

[kimsaidhii]

This is honestly the most beautifully written and well developed characteristic between the Frye twins. This was such a good read and honestly? It made me understand their personality in a whole different perspective

Jacob had always figured that Evie had it all figured out, since she was the older one and all.

Turns out four minutes doesn’t make that much of a difference.

modern AU, minor drug/alcohol use

excerpt:

Evie is, per usual, consummately unimpressed by him. “I thought you’d be glad Henry and I…”

There’s a couple options: finish the sentence for her in a way she wouldn’t approve of (‘You thought I’d be glad you and Henry murdered a man and buried the body in an arboratoreum, what?’). Lightly mock her for not asking an actual question, just saying something and letting it hang. Or, damn it all, be serious for half a moment and maybe actually listening to his sister—

It’s a close call, but he settles for door number three. “Why’s that?” His throat feels constricted. Talking honestly is awful.

[seviiul]

Lmao made one of those whispers *disappears*

[justawanderingfan]

Screw canon they’re all bisexual (to me)

[thou-babbling-brook]

I ranked ac characters based on how well I think they can line dance

[timdrakesbussy]

Diversity wins! All Assassin’s Creed playable characters are bisexuals!

(i made this before naoe and yasuke are available to play but they’re also bisexuals because i said so)

[larksea]

Nocturnal Animals

[baneshake]

Another post showcasing my options for a YouTube thumbnail test, though this one hasn't completed as of posting since the connected video will not premiere until twenty minutes after this post is made (I reference the option to come see all of these here at the end of the video).

The video is titled "Assassin's Creed was ALWAYS woke" and debunks the anti-woke grifters who are trying to spread bad faith arguments about Assassin's Creed Shadows, primarily since they consider a (historical) black man to be an issue for all of their stupid, stupid reasons. I push back on a lot of those claims, and focus heavily on the fact that Assassin's Creed has been heavily politically progressive since its inception, and why that's a good thing. I genuinely wonder which one of these will win out for the thumbnail test:

[sunsetagain]

LADS x Assassin's Creed Syndicate

Sylus as Jacob Frye, the Master Assassin and leader of Rooks in London.

inspired by affinity 119 text message Crow Cane.

[emoscot]

stares at you like this

[ramshackledtrickster]

Codextober Day 3: Engine

Next stop: London!

If you see this, please consider donating to this fundraiser to support a family, or join this fundraiser raffle (going until October 15) if you want an extra incentive.

Remember your daily click.

[kimsaidhii]

Crawley, 1853. The fields were green and the roads muddy, the cottages leaning like old men against the weight of the constant rain. The Frye twins, small but already wild as foxes, made their domain among the hedgerows, alleyways, and narrow paths where the gentry rarely bothered to look. They were six years old — and not the sweet, proper children their late mother might have once imagined.

Their grandmother, stiff-backed and sharp-tongued, did her best to keep them in line, but she was no match for the stubborn blood of the Fryes. Especially when left alone for an hour or two, which she often was as she had her own chores to do around the house since, unfortunately or unsurprisingly, her grandchildren were frankly quite useless.

It was on one of those damp, cloud-heavy afternoons that Evie Frye decided to take Jacob’s education into her own hands. They stood behind the crumbling stone wall of the old churchyard, the spongy grass underfoot still wet from last night’s storm. Jacob, his hands stuffed into his patched trousers, was scowling at her suspiciously, already muddy from the knees down.

“Why d’we have t’do this?” he grumbled, his hazel eyes wide with confusion. “I’m a gent, Eve. Gents don’t kick.”

Evie, who was busy adjusting a flat stone to mark her “training spot,” didn’t even glance at him. Her small mouth was set in a hard, serious line that made her look older than her scant six years.

“You’re my brother first,” she declared, brushing the damp from her skirts with a brisk slap. “And brothers protect their sisters. So you’re going to be my catapult.”

Jacob blinked at her, the way he often did when Evie said something that didn’t immediately make sense. But he trusted her without thinking — had trusted her since the day they first crawled away from their grandmother’s dour parlor and out into the wide, muddy world.

“Oh. Alright, then.”

Evie nodded approvingly, the corners of her mouth twitching into the faintest smile. She demonstrated once — a sloppy roundhouse that made her tumble onto the grass — then barked orders at Jacob to copy her. It took a few tries, a lot of slipping, a scraped elbow, and more than a few shouted “No, Jacob! Like this!” before he managed something resembling a spinning kick.

And he was good at it. His smaller height meant he caught the bigger boys off-guard, his sturdy legs delivering a surprising amount of force for someone who still had baby fat dimpling his knuckles.

Jacob beamed at her with grubby pride, his hair sticking out in all directions, his shirt stained and clinging to his small frame. Evie gave him a perfunctory nod, arms crossed, pretending to be unimpressed even though inside she was practically bursting with older-twin smugness.

It wasn’t long before the training was put to practical use.

They were cutting across the green when they heard it — jeering. The Tuffield boys, three brothers who were old enough to know better but still young enough to be cruel, had spotted them. They sneered and called out names that had Jacob’s fists curling immediately. But Evie, cool-headed even then, merely pointed.

Without hesitation, Jacob charged.

He ran full tilt, his little boots slapping against the dirt, the tails of his too-large coat flapping behind him like a banner. When he was close enough, he jumped — and with surprising grace, he twisted midair and slammed his foot right into the biggest Tuffield’s face.

The boy went down with a yowl, clutching his nose as blood spurted between his fingers. Jacob landed with a thump, wobbling on his feet, but grinning like a madman.

“Oi, you alright there, Tuffield?” Jacob called mockingly over his shoulder as he ran back to Evie, who was already laughing, her hands clapping together in delight.

The two of them bolted across the green, dodging chickens and leaping over puddles, their laughter carrying high into the grey air. Behind them, the Tuffield boy howled like a wounded dog, the others shouting empty threats they had no intention of fulfilling.

When they were safe, hidden among the overgrown hedgerows, Evie grabbed Jacob’s face with both hands and planted a quick, noisy kiss on his dirty cheek. Jacob flushed red, his grin stretching so wide it seemed ready to split his face in two.

“You did brilliant, Jacob,” she said, solemn and proud.

Jacob puffed up, standing a little taller, practically vibrating under her praise. “’Course I did,” he crowed, hands on his hips. “I’m yer catapult, ain’t I?”

Evie smirked and ruffled his hair, ignoring his squawk of protest.

They might’ve been small, muddy, and motherless — but together, they were unstoppable. And anyone who thought otherwise had better mind their nose.

[temeyes]

continuing my not really-annual redraws of the frye twins busts lol!!!

[2017 | V2] | [2020] | [2021]