#lydia frye costume

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

I'm baaaaaack with another!

Lydia Frye's robes from Assassin's Creed Syndicate's WW1 section

Burn it with Fire| Were they drunk?|Passable | Cute| Pretty | Gorgeous | I want it in my wardrobe | Top Tier Costume design.

Let me start by saying that green is probably one of my least favourite colour. Like, I have never possessed ANYTHING in green. that's how much I don't like this hue, when it comes to clothing.

So, this should tell you a GREAT DEAL of how much I adore Lydia's outfit, if I want it in my freaking wardrobe and would probably wear it daily.

The general design, the cut of the coat, the whole reference to Jacob's Rooks colours too, with the muted green and light golden details (tho, less flashy than her grandad's outfits), the belt, the boots. (even those shoulders shape, slightly reminiscent of the late 1880s, early 1890s style of some gowns as a call back to the Victorian era like, those are chef's kiss and a lovely reference to Jacob and Evie's own time).

What I probably would have loved to see, it was a small splash of red incorporated somewhere, as a callback to the whole Brotherhood.

But other than that, everything else is ABSOLUTELY ON POINT.

this is a 10 10 10 across the board for me.

thanks for this, TK! <3

[emmie-bee]

I think I've put myself in a pit that I need to make at least one ass creed costume per year and I'm debating if I wanna do Lydia Frye, Evie's Ripper robes, or Evie's Bloofer Lady because HOT DAMN they're all so nice

[hopeatermain]

Hey there, little one.

Assassin’s creed: Syndicate One-shot

!WARNING! Contain spoilers for Assassin’s creed: Syndicate and the Jack the Ripper DLC.

Rating: T for ambiguous mental illness, transphobic slurs (I’m not transphobe, but being transgender and 1800′s England value don’t mix well) and swearing (of course...)

Genre: Action, Hurt/Comfort and my twisted sense of humor. And a little of horror, nothing major. Again, I don’t really know.

Summary: The Rooks make a raid on the Lambeth Asylum.

Other warning: It’s the first action story I write, so it may not be well-paced. Also, the first part is weird. There is also a kind of playful flirting between Jacob and an oc because I want him to be happy. And a mild torture scene.

Word count: 1236 words (Now longer by 25 words due to a small edit.)

It’s okay... It’s okay... You just have to stay calm... If you don’t cry... They won’t get you...

Mommy!

No... Don’t think of her... Or you will cry... Don’t think of her...

No please! Don’t hurt him!

Not now... Don’t cry... They aren’t hurting you right now... they will if you start cryin again...

Son! Run, you hear me? Run!

But-

RUN!

Oh no... you’re crying again... don’t make any sounds... they will hurt you again if they hear you cry...

Well, well, well, what do we have here?

...

“Eugh, this kid is crying again. Won’t he shut up? I thought you made him shut up earlier!”

“It’s okay, I’ll make him shut up again.”

THEY’RE HERE.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!!”

So, this was the Lambeth Asylum. Still under the control of the Templars, Jacob saw. Well, not for long. The death of Starrick means it was soon going to shut down. So, he decided he might as well make a raid with his Rooks, just to see if he could use one or two things that were there. Evie and Henry were still waiting for him at the hideout, so it was a solo mission. No one in London had any disillusions that this place was a hellhole, so probably no one would mind if he just made on, tiny raid, right? Oh who was he kidding, there would always be at least one person bitching about assassins. Oh well.

“Alright, Rooks.” He turned toward his green-and-yellow clad gang members. “Do you all remember what we’re doing here?” Someone raised their hand. It was Camila, or “Cam” for short. Well, his name was used for girls, and Cam had decided that what was between his legs did not meant jackshit to him. Personally, Jacob did not care, what’s with the whole “nothing is true, everything is permitted” thing, but it had taken a lot of convincing to allow Cam into the Rooks. With another fact; he formerly worked for the Blighters in extremely close company with Roth due to a family debt. He had joined the Rooks after the templar gang killed them all anyway in a raid. He wasn’t the best of fighters, but he had pragmatism, could dodge, and was rather good at improvising. Must be why Jacob liked him so much. “Yeah, Cam?”

“We’re supposed to make a raid on the asylum, take everything we can use, destroy everything that could be used to torture the interns, kill anyone who is a sadistic asshole to said interns, and run away into the sunset. Did I get everything right?” Gosh, he really liked the new guy. “Yeah, even if I don’t remember the “run away into the sunset” part.” he teased “What can i say, I’m a romantic.” Oh. That one was smooth. “You two get a room!” “SHUT UP, TREVOR, YOU’RE RUINING OUR MOMENT!” Yeah, he really liked their new member.

And everything escalated quickly from here. They decided to screw discretion all together and were now fighting their way in. Jacob and Cam hung together. They had taken knives and plans for machines, unscrewed tortures device, destroyed jar containing leeches, and killed a man with a fat beer belly and a lab coat covered in blood. Things were now starting to calm down.

And then, Cam stopped walking. “I’ve heard something.” Jacob stopped too. And he heard. A scream. It sounded like a pained scream. A child pained scream. Oh bloody hell. The two Rooks looked at each other, and silently agreed. Whoever was hurting this child was going to pay. They ran to the source of the sound, and what they found would have made the stomach of anyone with a minimum of decency twist in horror. A women with an haughty beauty watched in disinterest as her companion, a man who could have been easily mistaken for a butcher, gleefully and repeatedly plunging a long needle into a young child strapped to a surgical table .

Cam was the first to act, using an arrow bolt to shoot the hand of the butcher-like man, effectively making him loose the needle. The howl of pain was immediate. “Could you two tell us,” The two tormentors immediately turned to the two Rooks, “what you are doing to this child, sir and ma’am?” “That brat wouldn’t stop crying. So we’re making him shut up.” The beauty haughtily answered. “Wow. What a bitch.” Cam commented. “Am I allowed to take her on?” “Have fun, luv. I’ll take care of the brute.”

“Don’t think I don’t know how to fight. You’re Roth former pupil, right?” “Well, in the musical field only, but I’ve let that behind me, and now I’m a Rook.” “Of course. The wanker gang takes any trash with them after all. Even trannies.” The beauty- oh, excuse me, the bitch -got numerous knives out and threw one toward the green-and-yellow clad lads. The two immediately ran out of the way, Jacob towards the butcher (who picked a humongous knife), while Cam ran circles around the bitch, dodging, maybe not gracefully, but making in sort that each knife thrown would progressively destroy the equipment of the asylum, all while staying as far away as possible from the child. Meanwhile, Jacob had gotten his brass knuckles out and was gracefully dodging the clumsy swings of the butcher, landing a hit after each of his dodges, and getting the butcher closer and closer to the bitch. Finally, the two dodged at the same time, getting the bitch to throw a knife towards the butcher’s forehead before the swing of his knife landed in her neck, killing them both at the same time.

“Hey, kid?” Finally, the child opened his eyes. He looked at the two people. Were they like the two bad adults? They didn’t look like them. One of them wore a hat and a nice costume. The other one had googles has a hairband and wore a yellow and green scarf that covered the bottom part of her- his? -face. They both had worry in their eyes. “Oh, you’re awake.” It was the one with the scarf. “Is he okay?” Someone else spoke. It sounded like a lady. “He just woke up, miss Frye. And I patched his wounds, so no worry.” Again the one with the scarf. He hid a little under the blanket of his bed. “Hey, don’t worry, we’re not gonna eat you.” It was the one with the hat. 

“Who are you?” He asked the one with the hat. “We’re the Rooks, kid. The sworn enemies of the Blighters. I’m Jacob, and those two are Evie, my sister, and Cam, a... friend.” The two looked weirdly at each other for a moment. Were they gonna smooch? “Are you and Cam gonna smooch?” “Not for now...” The one with the googles- oh, right, Cam -sighed. “And you?” He looked at the one with the lady- oh right, Evie -a moment. “Do you know were your family is?” “Mommy is dead. The ones in red killed her.” “Oh. Son of a bitch.” He gasped at the swear word. “CAM!” “What?” “He’s a child!” “I’ve been surrounded by gangs since I’m 15, Evie. Give me a break.” Jacob looked at the two people, smiling a little. “And you? What’s your name?” “Uh... I don’t remember...” Jacob seemed to think for a moment, before speaking.

“Would you like to be called “Jack”?”

O O P S. I should really learn to stop making these kinds of end. But I love it so much when I make myself cry... Wow, I need help.

Cam is an OC, and I decided that, until the wife of Jacob is confirmed, Cam is Lydia’s grandfather. Because I do what I want. Again, like Chihiro (I swear I am going to write what I am supposed to write), he is nothing major, and I plan to post his backstory latter. Until then!...