#t: ezio's family

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Video Game Track Bracket Round 3

Great Pursuit - The Resolve of Ryunosuke Naruhodo from The Great Ace Attorney: Resolve

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Ezio's Family from Assassin's Creed II

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Ezio's Family:

"It is a good life we lead brother." "The best. And may it never change." "And may it never change us." (AAAAAAAAAAAAAA *Unintelligible sobbing*) Right so this song is everything to me. It is comfort, angst, and stunning beauty rolled into one. It is moments to which you can never go back but must preserve in your mind so that they never die either. I have really bad nightmares somewhat often and when I wake up from something that's like, "welp, I'm not going back to sleep in case I have to experience THAT again," but then look at the clock and I've only been asleep for two hours so I don't really have a choice, I put the Slowed 2 hour Sistine Chapel version on in my room and it lets me actually sleep enough to be functional the next day. I owe soooo much to this song!!!! I even hum the chord progression to myself when I'm freaking out and it helps. This song is so good that it accidentally became the theme song of the series and most of the games that came after have their own remixes of it. None of them come close to the opening credits of two though.

This is one of the first game songs I truly fell in love with.

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Head Cannon bc I can - What kinds affectionate the different assassins would be - Part 1

Ezio Auditore da Firenze - The Lover of Love. Family man very affectionate/grew up in a loving closely knit family/family oriented/notices little things/sweetheart with a side of spice/he reminds me of the hot tamale candy lol spicy AND sweet at the same time bc he can be a cinnamon roll one second and then become the oven that you PUT the cinnamon roll IN. He seems like he would play the lute for you the few chords that he learned when he was younger that is, and he MIGHT sing but don't count on it haha. Man wrote some real nice letters when he was older so I bet he would try his hand at love letters no matter which Ezio you prefer, and they would be sweet. Loves to give hand kisses whether they be sweet or steamy. Often comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you in a hug, and imo LOVES it when you rake your fingers through his hair gently scratching his scalp. Would instantly be down bad for someone who cooks Italian food for him because it makes him feel loved and cared for.

Bayek of Siwa - The Kind Lover. Proud affection/"look at how awesome my partner is I worship the ground they walk on"/offers an arm for escort/is not afraid to hold your hand/great at letting people know where they stand and setting boundaries so no one will be confused about who he has feelings for. Very attentive and notices the little things/can kick ass and then some but is so gentle and sweet with the one he loves (no one touches a hair on their head or disturbs the air around them or so help him Anubis...) /great at communicating and is not afraid to talk about feelings. Have a feeling that he enjoys fresh baked bread and anything sweet he can get his hands on, and also loves to share them with his love. NO ONE can tell me that he doesn't take good care of the person he loves because man is a sweetheart protector and dang good provider. Forehead kisses are a big thing with him, where he gently cradles your head to do so, and lots of eye contact when he tells you that he loves you.

Edward Kenway - The Cheeky Pirate. sexual tension/handsy and cheeky but will stop if you're uncomfy/he knows when to behave/won't hesitate to smooch you to the ninth realm and back if someone looks at you like they want you/ have a feeling that he is BIG TIME into holding his partner in front of him at the wheel and steering the Jackdaw (letting them drive but not really)/spoils his loved one rotten any chance he gets (even if it is stolen lol)/will probably make you his co-co-captain alongside Adewale.

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway- The Respectful Lover. Not really one for PDA but you'll know that you're loved by him/does gush about you to people from his tribe and everyone at the Homestead knows he's DOWN BAAADD (the tribe elders have predicted a wedding date lol bc they know that he'll marry you. Definitely teaches self-defense and fall in love 5,000 times harder if they made an attempt to learn Kanien'keha/if they love animals and nature, he again will worship the air they breathe. If you cook for him especially recipes from his tribe, he'll probably get emotional because they remind him of home, and he would be head over heels in love with someone who was open to learning about where he comes from and the ways of his people. If you defend him when someone is rude to him (despite being well able to defend himself as we all know) he will feel protected and loved, which he's rarely felt in his life since his mother.

Jacob Ethan Frye - The Sweetheart. Makes his partner feel valued ESPECIALLY as a woman because he's not a typical 19th century man who's all "women's place is in the home having babies and cooking and cleaning". He WILL LISTEN TO YOU and also put great faith in your opinion/cheeky and very flirtatious/can get flustered if partner matches his energy though lol/ something tells me this man LOVES and is WHIPPED for domesticity he's had a crazy, dangerous life with too many near death experiences to count at only 21 years old and while he would still be the chaotic cinnamon roll you fell in love with the Rooks and fight club and all he would love to come home to peace and calmness. If you cook/bake for him he will literally turn into a bottomless pit he LOVES IT though it will sometimes start sibling squabbles between him and his older sister because she loves your cooking too haha. Also teaches self-defense but will get flirty with you real quick so it's probably best to learn from Evie lol. VERY genuine and he means every loving word he says and every touch he gives. Protective of you and will throw hands if someone disrespects you. He also loves to make you laugh and tell.me.WHY I am so dang sure that he LOVES it when you play with his hair especially if you scratch your fingers lightly against his jaw and the scratchy whiskers he has there.

Desmond Miles - The Lonely One. Proud as well/total gentleman with sexy swagger lol/loves to take you out on his motorcycle/loves it when you come visit him at work because he'll be doing his job and look over to see you which makes him instantly happy/TOTALLY shows off his bartending skills and winks at you while doing it being a total flirt/ love language without a doubt is quality time and physical touch. Man is VERY affectionate imo because he's touched starved and most likely lonely (even with the Animus he still wants you because you comfort him). If you defend him from Shaun when he's being annoying or pushing him too much or clap back at the male half of his DNA, he will literally love you forever. Man is FERAL for a significant other that will defend him and care for him the way he wasn't all those years alone.

Altair Ibn La'Ahad - The Reserved Soldier...who's Smitten. Doesn't do PDA most that might happen is an arm offered for an escort or a hand on the waist to push you behind him/will kiss you on the cheek before he goes off on missions the same way he does the rest of the members of the Brotherhood (even if you're not part of it) while saying to you in Arabic "Safety and Peace my darling". Shows affection by smirking at you when you're flustered and acting as your intimidating AF bodyguard/in private tho...he's very amorous and loves having physical contact with his partner. Totally the type to lie there and rest with them or lazily kiss and hug. Not averse to showing that he loves you in public or declaring his love because he does love you very much, he just wants to protect your honor and avoid anyone (read: MALIK) heckling/harassing the both of you about being lovers. You are for his eyes and his eyes only whether it be hand holding, kissing, or various other things that he often thinks about...

Arno Victor Dorian - The Hopeless Romantic. Very affectionate also from being lonely and touch starved/not afraid to show his love for you in public. He DEFINITELY writes you love letters that are just - SIGH. He has a way with words and just pours everything into the letters he writes you, what he loves about you and why, how much you mean to him, how he would do anything for you. He's a hopeless romantic and when he falls in love he falls HARD and gives the one he loves everything (cue traumatic flashbacks of a certain ex-now deceased red haired lover of his). I think he would be SO in love with someone who noticed the little things about him and took care of those things. If he's sleep deprived? You let him sleep in and fix him breakfast in bed. If he's lonely while working? You sit with him wherever he is and read/ write/look out the window and watch Paris silently comforting him with just your presence. If he forgets to eat? You fixing him something delicious to eat and bringing it to him giving him a kiss and words of encouragement. Bringing him tea/water/coffee/hot chocolate while he's working. Would definitely spoil you with treats from the Cafe and if you work there, he'll drop by every so often to give you a sweet quick kiss. I think he would also show affection by helping you get ready in the morning and take this the way you wish...but he's really good with corset laces, buttons, and layers upon layers of fabric. He's thoughtful and sweet taking time to think about you (even though he barely thinks about himself). Will legit protect you with his life he refuses to lose you and will do anything to keep you safe. He loves to have slow relaxing days with you to have a moment away from his normally stressful life. You pulling him away from his work for distraction or holding him when the Council annoys him is always welcome. You will definitely know that he loves you with everything that he has.

[teecupangel]

(sorry in advance, I've been stewing over this for so long that this will be a long one xd)

I was re-reading your fics on ao3 again (sue me, im starved for desmond time travel content) and whilst reading Eagle of Alamut's description i realised '...wait a damn minute, it is true! all of Desmond's knowledge on past is from his ancestors!' (not everyone is as big of a nerd as shaun). Cue weeks of relentless daydreaming over Desmond in Reneisance Italy trying his damnest to lay low... but: 1) he does not know what is socially acceptable at the time (clothe and behaviour wise)

2) the animus likely shielded it's users from the more... er.. unsaviory historical accuracy (child marriage, smell, violence and mistreatment towards the poor, women, disabled)

3) politics, culinary arts, medicine and money value from that era are not common knowledge (or even fully known to todays historians)

4) Ezio was not known for his subtility...

...so while desmond may know who to strike in order to protect Ezios family from getting executed, what places he may know to avoid if he wants to avoid attention from the italian brotherhood.

He does not know what he was getting himself in to when he decided to travel back in time.

I can just imagine him thinking that he can finally retire and live his life, but then BOOM here comes the shock of sociatal injustices! religious violence! inequality! horrendous mistreatment of beggars and disabled people! and as a good man raised in the 21st century he obviously can't, in his right conciousness, just turn his back on these issues, on these people.

So here he is, in Rome of all places, doing his best to atleast stay hidden from the Auditore's, and consequesntly, the Italian brotherhood's, detection, as he stalks the bright rooftops of Roma as histories (probably) very first assasin turned vigiliante!

I can just picture him at one point or another, getting mistaken for a Spanish assasin and his only attempt at 'confirming' (read: encouraging misleading rumours), is to use the very little languistic knowledge the American education system has bestowed upon him. cue him very awkwardly trying to immitate a Spanish accent/ speak in Spanish. or just, you know, say the only words every student knows, 'Feliz Navidad'.

It would be so funny if Desmond’s Spanish are based on:

1) what little remains of Ezio’s Spanish (maybe on par or even worse than his French)

2) Basic Spanish that he learned on the Farm

3) Spanish songs he heard

So people think that Desmond is eccentric.

And Rich.

Because Desmond wants to help people but he doesn’t want to be seen as an Assassin so…

He becomes a supposed rich Spanish (Arabic would have sent a red flag to the Brotherhood) noble who came to Rome to live a life away from his ‘family’.

Why is he ‘rich’?

Well, killing nobles and other ‘evil doers’ will flag the Brotherhood as well so it would be better to just…

Leave certain incriminating evidence in the doors of their enemies and let them duke it out. Hey, if some things go missing while they’re too busy with their enemies, that’s just collateral damage.

Also…

Sometimes, things go missing when some people get into accidents.

It’s easy to buy the impoverish area in Rome. It’s a bit challenging to get doctors to treat them.

Until Desmond flashed the right amount of money, of course.

Desmond manages to stay under the radar by being part of the upper echelon.

An eccentric foreigner who helps the poor and sick out of the goodness of his heart.

Or… because he apparently believes that the way to heaven is through good will and not… paying the clergy.

Desmond knows that being seen as completely good is a bad thing as well so he lets rumors spread that he’s an opportunist who heals the sick and protects the weak to receive their loyalty. He gives them salary to become his guards (not that he needs any) and people whisper how loyal the poor are to someone who gives them bread.

And to hammer in that “no, Ezio, I am absolutely not connected to the Templars BUT I’m also not going to be a good ally, just leave me alone!” plan he has, he becomes a patron of the art.

Sexually progressive art.

The church hates him but tolerates him because Desmond does ‘donate’ (jokes on them, he donates what he stole from the church) and the artists love him because he commissions stuff with the same thing over and over again “whatever you want to paint/sculpt/work on but I want the Borgia men getting fucked in the ass while Lucrezia Borgia watches”

He’s not rich enough to actually be a threat (especially after Ezio starts wrecking shit up) and he keeps to himself most of the time.

But, of course, life always has it out for Desmond and he comes face to face with a wounded recruit at the edge of his property and…

Well…

He only wanted to heal him then send him on his merry way.

He didn’t expect Ezio to come barging in thinking said recruit has been kidnapped by the eccentric ‘possibly sexual deviant’ Lord Miles.

[petra-creat0r]

Fankid Master Post (WIP)

Because I have so many and I want a place to keep track of all the information and current refs. Fair warning, most of these are old and I'm working through updating refs and information so this is mostly for my own reference. For the most part though, if something is here then I still plan on using the information/it's still true to some degree. If a kid or some information isn't mentioned here, it's likely outdated or that kid no longer exists

Older Gen

Soriel

Sariel | family relationships ask CK | Birth Ask Comic Boys Fav foods ask Sariel's Friends: Karri & Arcas (OLD) | Aster (OLD) | Bahns (OLD) | Trip Squad updated

Papyton

Broadway (OLD) Rexi (OLD) | Adoption ask Chicago | Baby | Side blog | Healing | Hair strand | Ringing ask | Playbill (OLD) | Rebooted design Cologne ask (OLD) Chicago's Friends: Hotspots (OLD) | HS Dark World (OLD) | Spamton HS reaction ask | Addison Parallels

Alphyne

Giko (OLD) Izuku (OLD) Naomi Naomi's Clutch | Clutch ask Nex Annie

BrattyCatty

Britni | Zealous goth ask

Ghostly Webs

Alice (OLD) Aranea, Nellie, and Joy (OLD) Wilbur

Misc info

Parents Reaction ask Traditions ask Ish Fan Kids tag Junior Secret Squad tag JSS Overview JSS and Mercair SBs JSS Older designs Fool's Fate Masterpost

Nicepants

Graham (OLD)

RG01XRG02

Vee (OLD) (Fuse all)

Dogi

Trix and Trixie (OLD) Dogi 1 Dogi 2 Dogi 3 Pup

FukuSkate

Sizzle (OLD)

Trauma Boys

Mei (OLD) Milo (OLD) Tae (OLD) Hyunie (OLD)

Italian Sparrow

G'resh Ezio & An (OLD)

Johnson Kids and Daz's Kid

Edgy Kids (OLD) (Rework)

Younger Gen

Vanilla Choco

Karma (OLD) Neri (OLD)

FriskKid

Liz (OLD) Gecky (OLD) (Rework/fuse Velox) | Gecky ask Azula (OLD) (Rework) Somil (OLD) (Rework)

Asriel's Kids

Hope (OLD) (Rework) Faith (OLD) (Rework)

Suselle

Donny (OLD) | Baby

Non-Ish/AUs

UnderCult

Neriah Kariem | Drawing

IshSwap

Papgore kids (OLD) | Updated Tempest design Napstasans kids (OLD) T-Rex kids (OLD) Oriental Lily kids (OLD)

Spamvil

Cameran, Pinochle, Scamlynn, Pip (OLD) | Cameran updated (OLD) | Pinochle, Scamlynn, & Pip updated (OLD) Pyramid & Ponzi (OLD)

Swatchton

Gradient & Buckette (OLD)

Misc.

The Owl House

Azura Apollo Piper Kiara TOH fankids ask

Pokemon

Joyce

Fankid Adopts

Fankid Adopts

[dorpyscorpyy]

Showing off my 2020/21 Assassin's Creed art because why not

I was 11/12 when I drew this anyway 😭 (I think only the last drawing is from 2021/22?? I can't remember)

Let's start with Desmond's famale copy who would be specifically a direct descendant of Connor (she was Desmond's romantic partner too so...technically they were cousins???)

Yeah I know AC has a protagonist named Layla now but that was in 2020 so whatever lol (I remade her story now and she's called Millie and have her own lineage. I even took inspiration from some elements of my family to create one of the assassins in her lineage.)

Desmond miles cearense (Brazilian meme where people from Ceará have huge heads) (And I needed to say that sorry Sam)

Yes, I'm the girl with the ponytail over there 😭 (In case you can't see what it says, "bro, why you, connor and arno is so hot?!" (Damn I developed brain meltdown writing this))

I used to be a fangirl of Desmond, Connor and Arno for some reason (I still am, to be honest lol. Only Connor changed though...Altaïr and Ezio are there. Desmond and Arno remain the same. Connor is cute but he's not really my type.)

AC ocs (aka just self insert to be shipped with the game characters because I really wasn't in the mood to write a decent story for them)

What even is this outfit 😭 Not even for me to do some details on the front of the outfit but no, it's just the outfit of a fashion-savvy or lazy assassin

And yes, Kally was supposed to be Myllie's daughter with Connor who would unexpectedly appear in France during the French Revolution and met Arno??? (I heard somewhere that Arno and Connor had met, but I just ignored that fact and told myself it was an "AU")

And yes, it's kind of like Layla would suddenly appear from Myllie's lineage because I didn't intend to make Kally have children, at least not important ones for the brotherhood lol (Btw only Layla/Millie and Kally were remade, I definitely don't want to remake this disaster called Myllie bc she just wouldn't fit in this era 💀)

Anyway, let's stay away from these OCs for now. (I assure you that only Layla will appear, but it's not a big deal)

This was supposed to be Desmond in the art style of a specific friend of mine (who went by Eddsworld Loves Tomtord, Luanne, and other names I don't want to mention)

I miss them :( (They gave up on YouTube and disappeared from Discord, they probably got a social life I guess.)

Layla in a hood (or it was supposed to look like that)

Yes, her blouse was just that 😭😭 I thought it would be modern for her and also it was kind of an attempt to test out other styles, and it looked much better in my head. (I didn't hate it, though. I was trying new things after all.)

FeM! EdWaRd KeNwAy

Just Edward with long hair and boobs, nothing unusual (I really don't know how Mary/James would fare pretending to be a woman in this universe, because logically he would just be himself????)

James Cearense Kidd (I know these jokes aren't funny, I just didn't want to leave anything vague :I)

I used to have a great admiration for them (I still do, but I just can't follow the whole game knowing that she dies and Edward can't do anything :(()

Jon (Arno) Dorian

It was supposed to be Jon, a character from Eddsworld, wearing Arno's clothes but it can be seen as Arno himself if you ignore the floating heads (Yes, that's Tom and I shipped TomJon, I even used fanarts of them on my old Youtube channel and Amino 😭)

Btw I still posted both drawings on eddsworld and assassin's creed amino communities

Finally the last one (I really didn't expect that I had so few AC arts, to be honest lol. I ended up seeing this artbook and it seems I was still more into Mortal Kombat at this time.)

Yes, I used to ship Ezio and Connor (with no genderbend thing, but I imagined that Ezio would probably flirt more with Connor if he was a woman lol)

And I believed that there weren't that many arts of this ship (and technically there really aren't, I rarely find anything related to these two. But I recently discovered that there are things about this ship on AO3 lol)

And yes, I look like a fushoshi here and I'm not proud of it.

And while I was writing this, I ended up remembering that there was a specific art of Edward with his group but I don't remember where I left the drawing (or if I threw it away) 😭

There are probably a lot of AC arts that I have done, but I could only find this artbook, which is a little sad though :(

And wow, I really evolved after these arts... I really enjoy looking at my old arts because of this. It reminds me of how much I worked hard to get the skills I have today :) (although I still don't feel so satisfied with them lmao)

[recreationalfanfics]

For Assassin's Creed hc how would the Connor Kenway, Jacob Frye, and Ezio having a pletonic relationship with a fellow assassin who is younger then them and is a medic in training?

Just strictly pletonic yandere with a female assassin

AAAH, THANK YOU FOR MY FIRST AC REQUEST!!

Platonic Yandere! Connor:

- No because Connor has dad vibes or at the very least, protective older brother vibes and that is EXACTLY how he'll be with you.

- Maybe you joined the Brotherhood and he took you under his wing or maybe he was assigned to be your teacher but either way, he will always be nearby and watching you just to make sure you are safe.

- He will also help educate you in your medical education as best as he can, introducing you and getting you familiar with helpful plants that have medical uses and such.

- He also insists on being the one to teach you how to fight properly because even though he knows your main focus is healing and helping injured assassin's recover, he'd never forgive himself if he allowed something to happen to you. Don't worry, he's a gentle teacher who eases you in and has a lot of good advice.

- He has killed people for you. Templars who tried sneak you or drunken men who tried to hit on you. When you panic and ask him why he did that, he says that he had no other choice. You think that maybe he could've just knocked them out, tied them up somewhere and left them, but...it IS Connor. He usually chooses the most peaceful and diplomatic options.

- Maybe...maybe you're overthinking it. After all, Connor would never lie to you...right?

Platonic Yandere! Jacob:

- You definetly meet Jacob when he's brought in by the Brotherhood with some new injury he got that was probably from doing a stupid stunt. Either way, it's not too bad and it was good practice.

- He's a fun and lovable guy, honestly. He's cracking jokes and making you laugh and asking about how long you've been with the Brotherhood. You feel relaxed with him, he's so much more casual than other assassins and you're more drawn to him.

- He lets you hang around him and the Rooks, all of them love you like a little sister and are always happy when you come around. Sometimes Jacob calls you in if one of them needs to be patched up and he jokingly says that maybe instead of the Brotherhood, you should just work as a healer for him and his gang.

- You laugh it off and so does he but he's actually deadly serious about it. Jacob isn't gonna act like the Brotherhood is all peachy and perfect because they're assassins and some of those heartless bastards wouldn't feel any guilt leaving you behind on a mission or something, but...if you worked for him, you'd be much more safer. Everyone loves you, everyone adores you, and everyone (especially Jacob) would ensure your safety before their own.

- Most definetly has started fights over you, like some drunk tells you that you'd be a better whore than a medic and Jacob loses his mind, both Evie and Henry and even some other rooks have to pull him back as he beats the man shitless for saying those things about you.

- He kinda treats you like a kid, which is ironic because he hates being treated that way himself by older Assassins and Evie, but he can't help it. You're still so innocent to this world, too innocent to even be an Assassin, so just leave it to Jacob and keep everyone happy with that adorable smile of yours, yeah?

Platonic Yandere! Ezio:

- NO BECAUSE HE'D THE W O R S T OUT OF THESE TWO AND MORE NOTICEABLE AS A PLATONIC YANDERE. ESPECIALLY IF YOU REMIND HIM OF HIS BROTHERS IN ANYWAY, SHAPE, OR FORM.

- You'd be way too star struck to notice it, though. After all, you're meeting THE Ezio Auditore! AND HE SEEMS TO NOT BE ANNOYED BY YOUR INEXPERIENCE LIKE THE OTHER ASSASSINS.

- Unlike Jacob he won't deter from being an assassin and he'll also teach you to defend yourself like Connor but you just fill in a gap in his heart that he thought would always be empty after what happened to his family.

- You start to notice his yandere tendencies when an Assassin snaps at you because you might've done something wrong and Ezio just threatens them with death straight up. He charms his way out of it but the even still kinda lives in the back of your mind.

- NO BECAUSE BOTH TEMPLARS AND ASSASSIN'S FEAR YOU. Because if a Templar captain sees his troupes bring in an Assassin Prisoner and it's YOU, the captain will start crying as he asks his men if they know what they've done. Other Assassin's have seen the injuries Ezio has given to those who ALLOW you to get hurt and for that reason, you are to stay close to them at all times for fear they might meet the same fate.

- Depending on which Ezio we're talking about, he'll literally make it so that you're always under his protection and that he can always have his eye on you.

- Bonus thing: he does not trust boys, given his background and how he played with women, he'd much rather choose one of his own assassins that are your age than risk having you get your heart broken, he's a good dad that way.

[chaosismybestie]

Do you think before everything went to hell that the Auditores were a close knit family?

oh that's such an interesting question! i thought about it since you sent that ask, and i have to say, it's not an easy answer x) scroll aaaaall the way down for the tl;dr if you don't feel like reading, because i definitely wrote a lot :')

close-knit looks different for everybody, i think. and the family i was born in was Pure Shite™ so i don't really have a nice reference for this x) but i don't care i'll answer this anyway hehe

starting with the siblings, i'd say they were indeed close. we don't see much before everything goes to hell, but we can already see that federico & ezio spend quite a big amount of time together, you can see it in their easy interactions, and the way they tease eo (like when federico says ezio's pretty face is his only asset). federico must have taught him all the basics of climbing and running across rooftops and seeing how complicated that is, it takes a while to master it so they definitely had to spend a lot of time practicing together x) especially if giovanni wanted ezio to begin his training as an assassin and made federico start with parkour stuff.

we unfortunately don't see claudia much before The Event (i won't even type it) but from what we gathered, she knows how to defend herself (she basically beat the sh*t out of one of her mates if i remember correctly), she was fierce and capable, and yet ezio still went to punch that duccio douchebag (aka ducciobag). ofc there's the obvious "big brother beating up anyone who hurts younger siblings" dynamic, but apart from that, i like to think it's part of how ezio used to show his support (acts of service using his fists fhdskjfhds).

i HC that every member of the family would be super protective towards petruccio, and have a soft spot for him. him being ill probably plays a big role in that, and him being the youngest of the family as well. he'd use his puppy eyes to get what he wants (feathers? yes! candies? ofc! random little items like the wooden doll leonardo liked so much? always!) and every member would be aware of him using it to his advantage but none of them would mind because at the end of the day, petruccio is a sweet kid with bright eyes and noone wants the light in his eyes to dim :) and also because they've all seen his bad days, and want to make life as comfortable as possible for him. they've all witnessed him being exhausted, him growing frustrated because he cant go out despite the spring having come early, bc he can't go explore firenze with ezio & federico due to his lack of energy. they've all heard the heavy silence in their home when petruccio's laughter doesn't resonate in the place, him being too exhausted to be his usual mischievous self. so ofc when he gets better days, ofc, they would indulge him, all the way.

maria had, to me, a complicated role bc she had to make sure the kids didn't notice something was odd abt giovanni's work, while probably getting worried every time he went away on a mission (not knowing whether he would come back alive). she was probably super soft with their kids, im sure she baked them the most amazing tuscan cakes, desserts & treats (since she used to have a bakery). plus, her keeping diaries probably was a great way for her to have tons of stories to tell the kids during long nights where they would wait for giovanni to come back home :) must have been so many precious memories created thanks to the time she would make to tell stories :(

but she wouldn't be *just* gentle, she's be sassy too, you can clearly see it in the way she interacts with ezio (about him finding other outlets, her knowing abt his fights and stuff) and i think she was a very no-nonsense kind of mother which makes all their interactions funnier and more genuine. ofc the kids would keep certain things secret, but maria's perceptiveness would make them all trust her much more with their issues/everyday questions and such.

giovanni probably struggled to be there much bc of his work in the order, he must have missed tons of important events and even more trivial everyday situations happening in the family and that probably broke his heart to see how fast their kids would grow without him being able to witness it. i feel like he'd bring souvenirs and random little items from his trips, because obviously he wouldn't be able to share his stories with the kids, wanting to shelter them from everything assassin-related, but he'd try to make it up to them by bringing little trinkets, treats/snacks from other towns, and stuff like that to share a bit of his own everyday life with his family.

oh my, this is getting way too long im sorry, you probably expected a waaaay shorter answer!

tl:dr : i'd say the auditore were probably a close-knit family in the way that *i* picture it. they'd all take care of eo in their own way, they'd also leave eo enough space to exist for themselves, they'd share jokes, tender moments, they'd bicker and argue, but in the end i feel like there's always been a lot of love in that family. it doesn't prevent one from making mistakes/assumptions abt the other members and everything, but in the end, they support each other and try their best to face things together.

not to mention the pride they have to carry the auditore name, but that's another story!

sorry anon you probably wanted something different T-T

im curious though, what's your point of view on the matter? i'd love to hear your opinions about this!

[meredoubt]

My feeling on Mirage is that the story is kind've a damn mess, but the location, time period, and Basim's themes, if u will, were all super interesting. I was disappointed by it mildly, but still had a great deal of fun.

The version of that game I wanted (where we play Basim watching his own memories from the comfort of modern times, frantically scouring both his own and Eivor's, looking for any clue as to how to get "his children" back) probably was a tall order. It was, after all, initially supposed to be DLC for Valhalla. But it would've been the COOLEST DLC, by like...an order of magnitude. It would have elevated Valhalla, been tighter on the story, and felt like a significantly cooler post-game than we got for either character. The Basim/Loki stuff was maybe my favourite thing they've done with the modern story since the original trilogy of games, and it would've been a really cool tying of the narratives. Basim says he doesn't know how Eivor beat him, when he's standing over her grave, but he's still here. But it clearly still troubles him. He is self-defined by his past. It would've been really effective to get into the ways in which the two reincarnations of Odin and Loki were similar in start, and also how they were markedly different in how they handled their situations. It would've been a very telling, and tragic reinforcement, of Loki and Basim's character arcs: that he can never let the past go. Eivor has been dead for a more than a millenia. She let go of Odin. She's gone, in every way that matters. But she beat Loki, once. And that gets to him. He will always be curious about someone who he can never get back. She will always have won, by letting go, and going where he cannot follow.

Nehal's reveal would've made more sense, too. We'd get a more direct comparison with Odin's reincarnation being Eivor Varinsdottir, tho I've always liked that part of the reason it took Basim a minute to understand she was Odin was just like, "...wait, my archenemy is now a hot younger Viking lady? I...hate it here."

I get wanting more women in AC-good lord does this franchise I'm fond of have a problem with misogyny-but realistically it would have felt better if it was...idk. a younger version of Loki proper. Or hell, really fuck around, even have it be the older version, somehow reaching through and reacting through the Animus 2 or whatever. Fuck it! Pass the voice actor torch more clearly. It's not like the reveal he's Loki is a surprise. If anything, it would make Basim more tragic if we know he's got the big bad in his head, but he's stumbling into it. There's no reason to try to obfuscate it from the player.

Anyway. If we're gonna lose Nehal as a female character, I think that forces Ubisoft to really bump up Roshan's role, which would've been ideal. Loki should be an occasional figure, flitting, frightening from the shadows and Basim's peripheral vision. Always the jinni to him, but frighteningly competent, calculating, tenacious, and understood to the player. But Roshan should be front and center as his actual damn human mentor. A cool older Assassin lady? Knowledgeable, has lived a full life, stern but clearly believes in him? Oh, you mean a tangible anchor to his present mortal life? The very definition of the THEME of Assassin's Creed as a franchise, that of found family and doing good in the present? Who Basim (AND THE PLAYER) sadly rejects to go chasing the past?

No, it's fine, I'm fine. Who needs to turn a light on the player and make them interrogate what it is about the past that is so compelling, and who they care about and why? Make a gamer think about their relationship with action, trauma, and community? The series that starts with "the son of no one," has all kinds of things to say about family, blood and found?

I mean, hey. It's only like the defining musical theme of the series is "Ezio's Family," who were killed in a prologue, and yet did not define the entirety of Ezio's storied life. That it's clear that Ezio's family became more than his tragic lost members, and became every living person he chose to help. That choice is a defining aspect of a person's legacy, rather than some predestined circumstance. Nothing is true; everything is permitted.

Anyway I still love this dumb series. This is a mostly positive review.

[jofie-does-things]

If your feeling it maybe something along the lines of:

I am clearly not attracted to you that's why I'm trying to avoid you at all costs/ I don't know how I'm supposed to focus on this meeting with you staring at me like that.

For a possible Machiavelli x reader. 😖

I was today years old when I found out that Ezio is actually older than Machiavelli by 10 whole years!!

Divide

Summary: “Niccolò Machiavelli is not a man to beg, but you bring him near enough.”

Pairing: Niccolò Machiavelli x Mercenary!Reader (AC: Brotherhood)

Word Count: 2.9K

Genre: Angst with a pinch of fluff

Warnings: Depictions of slight gore

A/N: Sorry about the wait on this! I had such a tough time trying to figure out how to write this man into a romantic scenario, but I finally ended up with something I’m happy with! Hope you enjoy! <3

No beta we die like Ezio’s fam

“I am clearly not attracted to you that’s why I’m trying to avoid you at all costs.”

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to focus on this meeting with you staring at me like that.”

Deep beneath the stained glass rooms of the Vatican, where Gregorian hymns of reverence morph into the screams of those who dare defy the Borgia family, Niccolò Machiavelli follows Micheletto Corella through the dense fog of suffering. The shadows of the thin hallway are suffocating, even with the guiding light of the torch in his hand.

The dark colors of the robes that Cesare’s personal assassin wears bleed into the shapes cast onto the stone walls. If Niccolò didn’t know better, he’d have mistaken his silent demeanor for a phantom, a long dead innocent with no hope of escaping here alive. The hairs on the back of his neck and his instincts kept him from believing it.

A low groan to his left caught his attention, steps momentarily slowing to peek into the cell next to him.

What hit him first was the smell.

Inside the small room, a man– or what was left of him– had clearly been left to rot. Whip marks and knife cuts deep enough to sever tendons littered his body. There were chunks of flesh torn off at the ends of his appendages; where the starving rats took their share and the man had been too weak to bat them off. The scene sends an imperceptible shiver down his back. He’s not normally one to shy away from gore, but the torture is different from the quick killings he’s done.

“This way.” The gravelly voice of the man up ahead echoes down the chamber. Niccolò notices that he’d continued on into the darkness ahead, seemingly indifferent to the lack of light. It’s not for the first time that night that he’s left wondering what deal Micheletto has made with the devil to become the man he is.

The dirt underfoot grinds against the floor as Niccolò follows after.

They come to a stop in front of a cell, equally as unassuming as the previous doors. Its rusted hinges screech loud enough to drown out the groans of the other prisoners.

Inside there’s a man strapped to a chair. The moonlight shining through the grate far above them has the blood shimmering like rubies. He’s more alive and put together than the previous man, but littered with wounds more precise. Incisions meant to hurt. To torture. Meant to incentivize into giving up information.

Niccolò is surprised he’s lasted so long that Micheletto himself has to deal with him.

The assassin steps forward, shrugging off his doublet and unsheathing his dagger. With silent steps, Micheletto swings the pommel towards the man’s jaw. It connects with a sickening crack that has Niccolò wincing minutely. The man groans in pain, leaning as spit and blood drool out of the side of his mouth.

“Honestly, if that had worked, then you would not have been summoned here, Micheletto.”

The voice comes from the shadows at the back of the room. A figure that Niccolò hadn’t registered in its stillness emerges, tutting at the actions of the assassin in front of him. He lets out an aggravated noise, choosing to ignore you.

You’re sauntering towards the two men, taking graceful, deliberate steps to avoid the mess of blood pooling beneath the prisoner. Your hand rests delicately on his back as he’s hunched over the ground. The touch brings him back to the present, sitting up to the best of his ability.

Gentle fingers swipe across the blood on his chin, both assessing the impact and guiding his eyes toward you. Niccolò’s skin prickles.

“Can you still speak?” You coo at the man. You’re rubbing gentle circles into his jaw and leaning into his space and Niccolò is amazed at the enthusiasm with which the man nods his head as a broken “Y-yeah” leaves his mouth. If he weren’t so mesmerized by your actions himself he would’ve been shaking his head at how easily his recruit caved.

A small smile curves over your lips and you eye him out of the corner of your eyes. It has his breath hitching and the sly look on your face has him remembering why you’re so dangerous in the first place.

“I do not know how I'm supposed to focus on this meeting with you staring at me like that.”

It catches him off-guard for a split-second– something that hasn’t happened to him in years– but he schools his panic and racing heartbeat into neutrality. He takes a step forward, clearing his throat as he bows and greets you formally. You slide off the side of the chair where you’ve perched yourself and pace toward him. Your unyielding gaze sets his nerves alight and the air around him seems to buzz.

“It has been so long since we have had someone who knew how to have fun around here,” you cast a look at the ever silent Micheletto, who only grunts in response. The curl of your smile and the glinting of your teeth in the torchlight reminds him of a panther. He has the distant thought that Ezio would love you, if you weren’t currently working for the Borgia. “Nice to see you again, Niccolò.”

A curt, “Likewise” is all he feels comfortable mustering in the presence of the two other men in the cell. The word serves as a dismissal to you and a reminder that he has other priorities at the moment. As unshakeable as ever, you take his gruffness in stride; with an amused giggle and the roll of your eyes.

“Let’s get on with this, shall we?” Niccolò sends Micheletto an impatient look. The assassin wastes no time in laying out his personal armory on a rickety table off to the side.

“Aw Niccolò, I thought the reason why you came here with him was because you were too attracted to me to resist.” The playful pout and the weight of you against his chest sends an electric current up his spine. Looking away, he regards you with his best attempt at a scowl.

“I am clearly not attracted to you, that's why I'm trying to avoid you at all costs.”

“Ah, so it is because of me,” Your cooing has his brain going haywire, but your proximity has him fidgeting with a nervousness that hasn’t plagued him since he was a child. Your gaze slides to the man tied to the chair. “Or is it something else?”

His breath hitches imperceptibly. The comforting warmth of your hand is scorching now, branding every groove of your palm into his skin. You turn your scrutinizing gaze back to him, watching with clever eyes, like a fox toying with its prey. The ends of your lips tilt up with the slight narrow of your brow. His skin feels too tight.

As Micheletto steps up to the prisoner, Niccolò lets out a silent plea for forgiveness. 

Then, the butcher begins to carve.

~~

Minutes feel like hours in the short time that Micheletto works, separating skin from muscle and muscle from bone. Starving rodents linger along the edges of the cell, trained to associate the pained screams with their next meal after the torture is over and done with. The resulting iron tang fills Niccolò’s senses as he focuses on the fruitless venture of the assassin in front of him.

Beside him, you stand uncharacteristically silent. Your turn at coaxing any information out of the man having failed minutes prior. If Niccolò himself hadn’t been there to oversee his own recruit, he doubts the man would’ve put up such a strong defense to your charms.

When the time was up, you’d sent the prisoner a pitying glance and stepped back with a lingering touch to his cheek as Micheletto approached to take over.

There’s a tenseness in you that he’s had to train himself to recognize. No doubt you’ve observed the same in him in the time he’s spent down here.

He chances a comforting brush of his pinky against yours; too light to truly grasp onto, but solid enough to know it’s there. The slight twitch of your finger in return is enough to let him know that it’s acknowledged and appreciated. 

He knows you aren’t one to bask in the gore that Micheletto delivers. You’ve always had a penchant for mischief; especially if it serves to reward you with a full purse and an entertaining time. But this crosses far into the territory of brutality that neither of you care to venture.

Minutes pass without a single interrogating question having left the butcher. The agonized wailing echoes through the cell; only interrupted by another round of skin-splitting hacking. The next series of pleas as Micheletto raises his blade to flesh again sends Niccolò marching forward.

“Enough!” The assassin’s blow is interrupted as Niccolò grabs his wrist, wrenching the blade from his hand. “That is enough! This is no longer an interrogation. Leave him alone!”

Niccolò’s grip on the instrument tightens as Micheletto shifts forward to snatch it back, gravel crunching underfoot.

“We are here to get answers from him!” The assassin hisses as he swings for the knife, Niccolò drawing back just enough to keep it out of reach. He maneuvers around the man as he stumbles, marching to the table laid out with his torture utensils and folding the pack up in one swift movement.

“We won’t get answers from him if you kill him before we can ask.” Niccolò snarls as he shoves the leather case into Micheletto, knocking him back just enough to stumble over himself. “And if he dies before we can find Ezio Auditore, I’ll be sure to point Cesare to the man responsible.”

The prisoner’s pained moans echo in the cell as Micheletto storms out, knocking you with his shoulder on the way out. A small smirk of approval curls at the edge of your lips as you watch the man retreat back through the prison. You glance once more at the man, before turning to Niccolò.

“Signora.” He bows and gestures for you to make your leave ahead of him.

Your smirk stays rooted to your face, combined with a look that he’s not sure he should be finding attractive or worrisome.

“Signore.” You bow your head in return and leave him with a knot of concern in his chest.

Alone in the cell, he chances one last look at the prisoner as he schemes an escape plan in his head.

He will have to move faster than expected.

~~

Navigating the same maze is exponentially harder in the dark. A good thing that Niccolò had memorized the route here and back. The squeaking of a rat running off accompanied the squeal of the hinges as he slowly nudges the door ajar.

The cell is in the same state of chaos as they’d left it. His recruit, now untied, lay in a heap next to the chair, almost as if he’d slid right off and stayed there. That’s probably what happened, in all likelihood.

With silent, deliberate steps, Niccolò rushes forward to prop the man up. He checks his pulse. Alive. He breathes a sigh of relief. A pained groan leaves the man as he helps him up, the weight of him tugging while Niccolò struggles to stand.

There’s an exit the long way around, through labyrinthian halls that exit through the back of the vatican. It’s an inconspicuous entrance for captives that weren’t worthy to have their blood spilled on marble floors to meet their fates in the neverending darkness.

He just had to make it out, meet Volpe’s men, and the man would live to see another day of freedom.

“Somehow, I knew I would find you back down here.”

The melody of your voice sends a shiver down his spine, heart momentarily freezing as your figure is revealed behind the door of the cell. He stutters in his step, the weight of the prisoner lolling forward and pulling Niccolò to steady him.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is only slightly strained. Slow, graceful steps bring you to him.

“I would ask the same of you,” you gesture to the man slung across Machiavelli’s shoulder, “but it seems I’ve interrupted a plan of yours.” The warmth of your breath ghosts over the shell of his ear as you lean in.

“To answer your question, mio caro, Cesare hired me to catch you.”

Blood roars in his ears and his heart drops at the revelation. He searches your face for any sign that this might be a joke of yours to throw him off. The serene expression on your face never wavers. Cold in its rigidity as you watch him piece together the fact that this is no prank of yours.

It’s the only time you’ve ever delivered an answer so blatantly.

In the darkness of the cell, he plants his feet, heart racing a mile a minute as he considers the obstacle you’ve become. Silence weighs like a blanket over the two of you. Despite the way you recognize the look of realization on his face, you don’t move to speak; lips quirked in amusement as the words tumble over each other in his mind.

He is not one to plead, especially not in his line of work. A simple “So?” is all he can muster through gritted teeth.

“So, we have fifteen minutes before Cesare’s guards flood this prison in search of you.” You move to position yourself underneath the prisoner's other arm and begin to pull him forward with you.

It takes Niccolò more than a moment to recover from the whiplash of your admission and your apparent help before he’s digging his feet into the ground to spur the three of you faster. He’ll have the time to work through the confusion when he’s back to Tiber Island.

~~

Maneuvering a half-dead assassin recruit through the pitch blackness of the prison tunnels has its challenges. You appear to have memorized the way out entirely. He wishes he had the time to question you. The weight of the man and the oppressive darkness keeps him silent.

Every noise is a skipped heartbeat for Niccolò; either manifesting as a rat or a creak of the prison structure itself. At his side, you coo quietly to the recruit, keeping him quiet so as not to alert anyone to the prison break.

Freedom comes into view with the sight of moonbeams spilling over the gravel floor. It’s surprisingly easy to force the lock open and slip out into the marbled courtyards of the Vatican.

A cart waits in the shadow of the pillars off to the side, the ebony stallion tethered to it tosses its head with impatience. The two of you haul the recruit to the cart. Niccolò lays him in the hay, promising medicinal help soon, before he turns back to you.

If circumstances were different, he probably would call you ethereal in the light of the moon.

If circumstances were different, you might’ve appreciated the compliment.

Instead, the quiet of the night remains as you linger; neither of you willing to say a word.

A small huff of amusement escapes you, stepping forward and brandishing a black lump of cloth. He sends you a confused look as he accepts it.

“You didn’t expect to make it out without some sort of disguise did you?” A mirrored puff of laughter escapes him in return.

“Well, until ten minutes ago I did not know I was being hunted.”

“Right, you would have planned for it otherwise.” You say with an eye roll. He settles the cloak on his shoulders with a flourish.

You’re retreating to the looming marble fortress and before he can think better of it, he’s tugging you into a kiss.

It’s all unspoken longing and a tangle of heat. Your mouth moves against his in a way that makes up for the skill he lacks. If you had more time, you’d probably tease him for it. But you don’t and he sinks further into the feeling of you, savoring the way your body presses against his. Your arms are thrown around his shoulders, an action altogether surprising but not unwelcome to Niccolò.

He almost abandons his mission then and there.

Almost.

It’s a moment too short when you break away from him, your arms brushing their way down his shoulders to meet his forearms. The touch leaves his skin burning in its wake. You move to pull away, but he holds you there, looking insistently into your eyes.

“Come with me.” It’s barely a whisper; to you, it’s deafening. You pull away with a sadness in your face that he wishes he could kiss away.

“I cannot. Cesare will be looking for me and it will only lead straight to your organization.”

To you– but he doesn’t need to hear you say it to know.

Niccolò Machiavelli is not a man to beg, but you bring him near enough. Any protests are silenced as you draw a velvet pouch from your cloak and shift it into his hands. The weight of the coins are as heavy as his heart. You fold his fingers over it and press a lingering kiss to his knuckles; soft as the velvet he holds.

Then you pull away; the skin where you were, cold in the evening air.

“Grazie,” he bows his head to you, “Signora.”

“Signore.” You mirror him; the amused smile curves your lips again. Like the embrace never happened.

He watches you go for a few moments before he’s pulling himself up into the driving seat and setting the stallion off at a brisk pace. The velvet pouch sits attached to his belt; its weight, a comfort as he makes his way home.

You’ll probably be on a ship, embarking for new lands by the time he finishes his journey to the hideout.

He hopes he’ll see you again.

Knowing you, it’ll be sooner than he expects.

[definesanity]

One of The Many Tales of The Tomo Family.

Or: One Of My Tutors Wants To Know About My Lore.

Philip's day started, and he then heard someone falling down the stairs.

By this point, he has developed something of an additional sense to figuring out who fell down the stairs. But this time, a deep, feminine groan of pain told him it was Gunn.

Getting up, he made his way over to do his morning routine. Shower, brush his teeth, do his hair, put on his clothes; and as he looked at his mirror, and his reflection gazed back.

He was skinny. Nearly anorexic. Yet, his white hair fell back gracefully down to just above his knees, as deep purple eyes gazed back, little lavalamp earrings glittering. His everyday ensemble was extravagant to some; a greyish-purple tailcoat suit, with grey pants, boots and a large, purple cape.

The cape kept a little something he has as a surprise tool in check. But he'd have worn one anyways. If a bit smaller. Because he looks like Batman and not Ezio.

Philopator Agronium Isekaiden Tomo. And yes, his father was drunk while naming him. And everyone else.

He went downstairs, where he saw M'Gunnhildr Midorri Misstral Tomo, or Gunn, on the floor sprawled out. Short, dyed green hair and damp green eyes looked at Philip, herself dressed in a casual ensemble of pants and a t-shirt that says, 'yes i'm gay, was it the vibes that told you?'.

"Having fun?" Philip dryly asked.

"Oh, an amazing time." came Gunn's equally as dry reply. "Mind helping? I really can't be bothered this early in the morning."

Roll his eyes he did, but Philip still helped her up. Gumi's long ribcage expanded around her body, similar to an endoskeleton, and gave her the defence of a brick wall. Thankfully, not the intelligence.

"So, what's your work for the day?" Gunn called from the table, as Philip started to make breakfast. And with Gunn, it's always milk and cereal. In that order.

It's 2026 AMV, give her a break.

"A sudden Cocen meeting; I have to find Llo'Llo and An."

The Coven is the unofficial government of Diianas, and more of a talk show. Llo'Llo, the pint sized Ghoul Huntress, is a member, with her daughter Llo'An, or just An, as a guest, her daughter a Ghost Soother.

The point is, they have yet to come home after a late night ghost hunt. Normally, it wouldn't be a concern, but it was one ghost.

From behind the frame of the door, Malikuth Jiyuux Lilliean Tomo, her Marfan Syndrome riddled body coming into line of sight, looked at Philip, light blue eyes dead and her long blue hair in loose twintails lifeless.

Philip pushed the coffee mug to her and she nearly drank it all in one gulp. After a moment, and a silent "'Scuse me", Maliku looked up, eyes now less dead inside, as she tried to smooth out her creased suit and trousers.

"Thanks, I feel like I just hit by a bus." Maliku's voice wasn't as deep as Gunn's, mostly part to her being born female sans having the male reproduction organ, and more due to her tiredness in the morning. Usually, she sounds like someone who gets things done.

"Didn't you, though?" Gunn asked, a small quirk of her lips at Maliku, who blinked and sat down at the long table.

"'Bout a year back."

Another yawn, and as Philip exited the kitchen, T'hœmaas Makalinotol Tomo sat down, dark blue hair short minus the long wolftail at the back, along with dark blue eyes on an effeminate face. He wore his usually outfit, a suit over a blouse, and took a sip from his Darjeeling tea.

"Ah, excellen'. 'Ow are ya'all?" he sounded suspiciously like Mòrag from Xenoblade Chronicles 2. And that wasn't even a joke, he literally just sounds like her.

"Just about to head out, Thomas. I should be back in... call it an hour or two maybe."

"Righ', righ'. Off ya trot, troublemaker." that wry grin came upon his face, and Philip rolled his eyes, but a small smile was on his face.

"Sure, sure."

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He first checked out the Bridge of St. Sophie. Llo'Llo is short, about 4'0, and her skittish personality off work doesn't help show she's 59 years old.

He did, however, find a short, black-haired girl and a taller, brown-haired girl.

Saiori, now called Heir Saiori of Haravin, and Nakitchi, the disgraced noble of Obliviution.

"Kcantro, lovebirds." a simple wave was all that was needed. "Enjoying the morning sun?"

That was something of a inside joke; Diianas was in the Frozen North, and many mountains, including Mt. Kiiriel, blocked out most of the sun. In this, enjoying the morning sun was more akin to, enjoying when it starts getting slighter brighter and before the Luxz turned on.

"Philip. And, eh." a nod and a shrug from Saiori. "The heck are you doing up so early?"

"Coven meeting in two hours; trying to find Llo'Llo."

Saiori's eyes, a molten gold, squinted. "You have got to be aljiralfrin joking me."

"Omaru, language." Nakitchi quietly spoke up, pink eyes glittering as she looked at her fiancé. Turning to Philip, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, but no. Last I heard was she was in the Garden."

"That helps, and nice talking to you both. See you later on, Saiori."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."

They're nice, really. Just not in the mornings, heh.

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Next was Llizel's Garden.

Finding the pale green of Llo'Lo's hair is difficult enough, even when her yellow eyes glow like traffic lights.

Even then, he next came across the stranger visitors of Diianas, from the neighbouring Minor City of Twerkana.

Trisha, X, and Ar'qil. Trisha was a regular human, with X an alien and Ar'qil on the same boat as X.

He quickly walked past them No offence to them, he just needs someone who gets around a lot and not just around the bedroom.

Which led to the blond magician and her black-haired helper, Marie and Mary.

Marie was very... flamboyant. Mary was quiet. And also very gay for each other.

It's 2211008 AD, give them a break.

This then led Philip to the Neon Streets, and to Katrinka, the debt collector, who actually had seen Llo'Llo earlier that day. Following the trail then led to Charlie, a newreporter from the other City, Will, who is Charlie's father and has a relationship with his son that Philip realky doesn't want to try and figure out, Shovai Noir, the resident goth, and Reii, the person who might be the eldritch being, Omega, but that's a story for another day.

Finally, he reached a small building, and inside was numerous supplies. Philip himself was no Ghoul Hunter, but he could tell that the two were pulled into an illusion cast by the Ghoul.

Quickly and efficiently, he used the limited resources--Thank you, paranoia of Llo'Llo--and made a door. The goal of the door was to appear in the illusion and get them out.

And a moment later, Llo'Llo and An came tumbling out.

"W-WHY DO I KEEP THIS JOOOOOOOOB?!" came Llo'Llo's cry.

An shrugged. "More fool us, heh."

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They sat around in a circle of chairs.

Professor Kanae Severus, Dynol Cyn, Roshiua, Xaltrin, Llo'Llo, and Saiori.

"Everyone here?" Cyn's calming voice echoed throughout the room. Nods were given.

"Excellent." she smiled. "And then, with this, The Coven shall converse."

[thearchdemongreatlydisapproves]

URL Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @asocialpessimist

Rules: spell your url with song titles and tag as many people as the letters!

T- The Chain- Fleetwood Mac

H- Himna Generacije- Dubioza Kolektiv

E- Exit Music (For a Film)- Radiohead

A- Am I Dreaming- Metro Boomin

R- Railroad Track- Willy Moon

C- Chant- Hadestown

H- Human- The Killers

D- Dog Days Are Over- Florence and the Machines

E- Enjoy the Silence- Depeche Mode

M- Mage Pride- Inon Zhur

O- Oxbow- Lorn

N- Non-Stop- Upsurt

G- Guggenheim Assemble- Daniel Pemberton

R- Rabbit- Joyhauser

E- Empire- Of Monsters and Men

A- A Man Without Love- Engelbert Hmperdinck

T- The Last Agni Kai- The Track Team

L- Little Black Angel- Death In June

Y- You Want It Darker- Leonard Cohen

D- Disco 2000- Pulp

I- I Wll Never Die- Delta Rae

S- Safe In Mind (Please Get This Gun From Out My Face)- UNKLE

A- A Divided Land- Sarah Schachner

P- Pala Tute- Gogol Bordello

P- Perspektiva- S.A.R.S.

R- Rasputin- Boney M

O- Oh Grey Warden- Maryden Halewell

V- Völuspá- Wardruna

E- Ezio's Family- Jesper Kyd

S- Sing Along- Sturgill Simpson

Also yeah I'm not tagging that many people, sorry I have too much anxiety for this

I'm gonna tag as many as I feel comfortable with and if anyone wants to join please do!

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Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

Ezio's Family from Assassin's Creed II

vs.

Megamix Mania from Crash Team Racing Nitro-Fueled

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Ezio's Family:

"It is a good life we lead brother." "The best. And may it never change." "And may it never change us." (AAAAAAAAAAAAAA *Unintelligible sobbing*) Right so this song is everything to me. It is comfort, angst, and stunning beauty rolled into one. It is moments to which you can never go back but must preserve in your mind so that they never die either. I have really bad nightmares somewhat often and when I wake up from something that's like, "welp, I'm not going back to sleep in case I have to experience THAT again," but then look at the clock and I've only been asleep for two hours so I don't really have a choice, I put the Slowed 2 hour Sistine Chapel version on in my room and it lets me actually sleep enough to be functional the next day. I owe soooo much to this song!!!! I even hum the chord progression to myself when I'm freaking out and it helps. This song is so good that it accidentally became the theme song of the series and most of the games that came after have their own remixes of it. None of them come close to the opening credits of two though.

This is one of the first game songs I truly fell in love with.

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Tagged by @fuckin-nancy, it's to early for this (like 7am) but here we go:

R: Remember me - Coco

E: Empire State Of Mind - The Starlite Singers

D: Dos Oruguitas - Sebastian Yatra

R: Red Alert - Simon Chylinksi

U: Under Pressure - Leslie Odom Jr.

M: More Than a Woman - BEE GEES

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E: Ezio's family - Jesper Kyd

H: He Is - GHOST

T: The Crystal Chamber - Atlantis: The Lost Empire

I did it!!! I hope i did it right. Anyway enjoy the Post, your day and what ever there is to enjoy today. 🍀🐷

[teecupangel]

Hello. You're one of the best fanfic writers on tumblr since I come. Your writings are just masterpiece. I like when you send Desmond back in time but It would be great to send his ancestors to moderday. Mabey before Desmond geting kidnaped. Ir happened like this:

Master assassins were always watching. Desmond. The one that they sacrificed themselves for. Altair and Connor were quite alright with this fact but Ezio… The emptiness he felt inside in the vault… He could never forget it. It was actauly obvious that he hated Desmond for it. But he always wanted the prophecy go as it was writen and the day Desmond ran away from the farm. He couldn't help but getting mad. Altair always tried to make him undrestand Desmond. The weakness he felt in the farm how he was treated by his father… Ezio could undrestand but his family, his love, his happiness, they were all gone because of that stupid kid. So he wanted to make everything go as planned. What if they could protect him from Abestergo? But not from here. The grey was a strange place. All illusions could come real. So he used this to make himself strong enough to protect the chosen one. The creation he chose to shift to was a khanivore!!! A creation made to kill. And with the power of shapeshifting he could always be there for Desmond.

So we have a khanivore keeper for Desmond that can shpeshift to a human. A white khanivore with red lines all over his body like the robes of a mentor. I was thinking it would so cool a Desmond with one badass khanivore by his side. They could destroy templairs together. And in the way of it they will learn how to get along with each other or mabey romance. And it will be funny to see Desmond trying to teach Ezio how to use modern tech. Can you add details. I love the way you give life to these characters. I love youuu❤❤❤

Thank you! ❤❤❤

For those unfamiliar with a khanivore, it looks like this:

So in this scenario, Ezio has complicated feelings for Desmond. He knows he shouldn’t hate him, Desmond was also a victim of ‘fate’ as Altaïr would sometimes say whenever he sees Ezio’s frustrations bubbling beneath the surface while they were in the Gray.

Ezio understood that.

But sometimes he just doesn’t get Desmond.

He wasn’t like Ratonhnhaké:ton who had a complicated relationship with his father just as Desmond had.

He wasn’t like Altaïr who had a similar isolated upbringing as Desmond had.

It was times like these that makes Ezio wonder why he was even Desmond’s prophet.

Altaïr or Ratonhnhaké:ton would have been better.

They would have understood Desmond more than he could ever had.

He didn’t understand it.

And that feeling of his is what turned to frustration, to hatred.

He always tried to stomp it out but sometimes, it would just flare up whenever he sees Desmond wasting his time just… doing nothing.

Staring at the sky.

At the woods beyond the Farm…

Ezio was tired.

So tired.

He spent his life as an Assassin being a puppet dancing to the tune the Isus created for him.

As an opening act to Desmond’s story.

And when he finally died, he was transported here instead of being with the people he loved.

All because of Desmond.

So when Desmond ran away from the Farm, Ezio was furious.

Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to calm him down, tried to remind him that Desmond was still sixteen.

Altaïr kept quiet.

The only time he spoke during that time was to say that he understood Desmond’s choice.

And that they should honor his decision to live his life the way he wants to live it.

But Ezio couldn’t agree with that.

Altaïr and Ratonhnhaké:ton had always had a soft spot for Desmond, had always been more forgiving.

He couldn’t understand why Altaïr could think that way. Ratonhnhaké:ton had been with them since his death, he’s only been stuck in the Gray for more or less three centuries. He probably still doesn’t feel that bitter loneliness that Ezio feels.

But Altaïr?

Altaïr had been stuck here longer than Ezio had been.

Maybe that was what was different between them.

Altaïr had the patience that Ezio no longer possessed.

So Ezio planned.

And creates a body he could use to get out of the Gray.

To drag Desmond back to the Brotherhood.

Unorganized Notes:

Ezio has been so focused on creating the khanivore that he hasn’t seen how Desmond is doing after leaving the Farm.

When he leaves and goes to the modern time, he’s floored by how much Desmond had grown and becomes conflicted when he realized that this was the first time he had ever seen Desmond smiling in a very long time. No. It was the first time he had ever seen Desmond happy for a very long time.

Ezio uses the khanivore as his body but can shapeshift to a human form. He visits Desmond in the bar but don’t talk to him. Contemplating on his next plan.

Desmond thinks he’s super sus but his coworkers think he’s just shy and might have a crush on Desmond with the way he keeps staring at Desmond then looking away whenever Desmond turns to face his direction.

Altaïr and Ratonhnhaké:ton remain in the Gray but they try to contact Ezio at times, usually hijacking radios and any other electronics nearby. After a while, Ezio gets a phone so they could just… call him. (like the phone rings and they can talk for a few seconds, maybe a minute, before it drops because signals sucks in the Gray)

Ezio spent a lot of time not sure of what to do now because he’s not an asshole who would just yank someone away from their happiness but, at the same time, Desmond needs to become an Assassin to save the world. So yeah, he’s torn. It doesn’t help that Desmond started talking to him and… well, they’re talking. Nothing serious but it gives Ezio an excuse to ask Desmond how his life is and…

He can’t help but be happy for Desmond for having a life he finds happiness in but also he can’t stop that bitterness that keeps whispering to him that Desmond needs to do his duty. His responsibility. The fate of the world depends on it.

That’s when Cross tries to kidnap Desmond.

And Ezio saves him in his khanivore form.

Cue a story of Desmond and Ezio (in khanivore form) running away from Abstergo, trying to get into contact with the Assassins because they have no choice. Ezio starts to understand Desmond more because Desmond lets his guard down with Ezio’s khanivore form.

And then… I don’t know. Desmond gets kidnapped anyway while Ezio barely manages to escape? That’s when he finally gets to talk to Altaïr and Ratonhnhaké:ton who informed him that if he wants to keep the timeline intact, for Desmond to save the world, he has to let Desmond stay in Templar custody ‘until the time is right’.

Which only serves to make Ezio think about how he truly feels with Altaïr and Ratonhnhaké:ton subtly pushing him to confront his real feelings (maybe with Altaïr even reminding Ezio that this is what he wanted, isn’t it?)

In the end, Ezio says fuck fate and goes to save Desmond before Desmond could finish reliving Ezio’s memories.

That’s as far as I got XD

[eorzean-capitalist]

Name: Vincenzo Santini

Nicknames: Vinnie, Vince, Vin, That Italian Kid

Age: 22 (Gravitas Timeline)

Birthday: March 17th, 1972

Race: Caucasion

Gender: Cis Male

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: Busboy, Bassist (Freelance)

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Jet Black, wavy

Eyes: Dark brown

Skin: Olive toned.

Tattoos/scars: Intricate sleeve on his left arm of a variety of artwork, from the Gauntlet logo to the sun, moon, stars, from his shoulder to the back of his wrist.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Ezio Cesare (deceased) and LaDonna Santini (deceased)

Siblings: Sofia Dalton (Half Sister)

Grandparents: Alfonso and Carlina Santini. (Father's side long ago deceased.)

In-laws and Other: Dating Jimmy Erickson, ugh meaning Saint Erickson is his soon to be father in law. Fuuuck. Also considers Jere and KC found family.

Pets: None.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Bass playing, oddly good with finances, also very observant and tends to see and notice things other people miss.

Hobbies: Video gaming. Conspiracy theories.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Protective

Most Negative Trait: Snarky/Sarcastic

L I K E S

Colors: Black, dark gray, hunter green, dark browns.

Smells: Cigarette smoke, tobacco, cedarwood.

Textures: Porcupine quills, flannel.

Drinks: Black coffee, beer.

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: 2 pack a day habit.

Drinks: Frequently.

Drugs: No.

Vehicle: The Beast, a 1976 Chevy Nova with a 350 engine. It's ugly af but gets you from point A to point B.

Been Arrested: Once, for assault. But the other guy had it comin'.

Tagged by: @snakemoltsiren

Tagging: You.

[kiatheinsomniac]

Hey, how are you?! I'm more of a silent reader but hope you don't mind me requesting this. It would be interesting to know how the assassins would react to finding out that their s/o is touch staved, but shy about it, hence didn't yet really 'request' any hug, touch, whatsoever. Personally I love receiving a hug (good and long one with a squeeze and all, you know) but only from a limited circle of people. Would you mind doing this for Altaïr, Ezio, Arno and Jacob (maybe specifically 40yo Jacob : he's so dear to me :)). I hope this is alright and please take your time.

notes: no, no I completely get it, I'm a "don't fucking touch me" person but I wanna be held so mf bad and I love a hug from my most trusted friends/family even if I never really ask for it and it doesn't happen all that often

characters: Altaïr, Ezio, Arno, older! Jacob

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a l t a ï r :

I don't really see him as a touchy guy so it would take a whole of knowing him before this happens.

But I think if something big happened like something that calls for a celebration or maybe some close brush with death, he'd pull you into a hug without thinking about it.

And it just feels so perfect that you don't want to let go, that you're holding him back even tighter and he begins to realise how much you need this so he just doesn't let go until you're ready to first and he makes no comment on how long the hug was.

From then on, he's keen to offer you touch but he won't push it and there's just a comfortable intimacy in long hugs for the both of you.

e z i o :

He's quite a touchy man, I think. Like there's nothing behind it, it's just how he is and how he's always been.

So I think it might take him quite a while to realise that you're touch-starved. Maybe he picks up on how your body language silently begs for his contact to linger, maybe he sees your face flush with a blush.

Either way, he'll bring it up when the two of you are alone and he's very careful and respectful of your boundaries of comfort.

From then on, he always offers you some touch and might walk around with his hand covering yours on his arm, he just wants to give you the contact that you need.

Will give tight and long hugs when he greets you/says goodbye.

a r n o :

I headcanon that he's just as touch starved so the two of you really are a disaster duo in this area.

Like seriously, you'd never touch each other.

Until maybe there was one mission where you got caught in a cramped place and had to hide there for a long time.

And you're both just leaning into each other as you wait things out until it's safe to go.

His hand found yours and somehow that led to you having your head against his chest with your arms around each other.

The topic of the both of you being touch-starved only really came up when he shed a few tears though.

You both make a silent agreement to give each other the touch you need and you soon find that cuddling up with some books at Arno's place becomes a regular occurrence.

o l d e r ! j a c o b :

He doesn't quite realise what's going on until you're injured in training one day and he has to carry you back to his lodgings to heal you there.

You were leaning right up against him and your arms were wrapped firmly around his neck. He cracked some joke about you not needing to worry about him dropping you but then he realised that you were holding him because you were afraid of him letting go, not of him dropping you, once your touch lingered on him for just a little bit too long when he tried to put you down.

And he especially noticed it as he had to touch you to treat your sprained ankle.

He doesn't like to assume things so he just asks you about it and, embarrassed as you were, you couldn't lie to him when his fingers were on your skin.

From then on, you notice how he gives you little touches that just warm you throughout the day and fill that hole that you felt was empty before with simple hands on your shoulder, pats on your back, offering his arm to you when you walked around, etc.

He keeps on checking in on how you're doing because of this too.

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