#the unstoppable frye twins

[bookworm-with-coffee]

Raise a glass for my underrated beloveds— the unstoppable Frye Twins!!! 🥂💓🎉

After 177 years, still aging better than a fine wine. Happy Birthday to the best Assassins that London has ever and will ever have 💖💅😌

(And a VERY big thank you to Paul Amos and Victoria Atkin for bringing these magnificent characters to life so beautifully. The Jacob and Evie that we love so much would never have graced our screens the same without you xx 💖)

[jacob-frye-appreciation-blog]

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✨🎊🎉Happy Birthday my Unstoppable Frye Twins🎉🎊✨

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[teecupangel]

Altaïr would leave, not because he’s that socially awkward but because he knew if he stayed, he’d have to explain to Malik that he’d been hiding things from him that points that his brother was alive the entire time and Altaïr was betting on Kadar being able to calm Malik down before Altaïr goes and do the ‘later’ part of his “better to ask forgiveness later” plan.

From @wildinthemachine

Kadar is a younger brother- reguardless of wether he’s related to them or not- combined with the younger sister might of Claudia they are unstoppable! But the timeline would shit if Altaïr’s apple poking showed him Claudia instead of Kadar and refused to acknowledge Kadar was right there next to her- like ‘No! That is a dead person- he is not alive, totally not- quit looking at him already!’ And all he gets is this vague glitchy shadow or Claudia every time he looks-

Oh, absolutely. The two of them are thick as thieves that would give the Frye twins a run for their money.

Ooooohhh, maybe that’s the reason why Altaïr can’t tell Malik anything. Even he’s not entirely sure that Kadar is alive, all he sees are glitches that sometimes, for a fraction of a second, could be Kadar. He needs to make sure first.

This isn’t actually meant to be an ask- (though it is now) i just decided to inform you that ArdaNirnThedas and ThinkingWildThoughts are now trapped in the deadzone that is not having a password to get back into our normal accounts and until i get ArdaNirnThedas a new blog we will be a joint account picking up where we left off and commenting with abandon on your posts cause their really cool. Witch since we’re here we will ask- have you ever considered Kadar as an Isekai? (Isakei?) protagonist instead of Desmond? not like through him in a crossover protag (though it would be cool!) but as in he got the Apple first and wound up during the revolution type protag? (Witch Arden is waxing poetic about in my ear as i write this- something about dropping him and Claudia into the industrial?? revolution? After the American apparently?)

this blog situation is strange so if you decide not to answer this ask im more then okay with that- we’ve done our part with the whole informing you bit so the new user you see isn’t so new- and that’s pretty much all we were really doing to begin with anyway so—- have a nice day/night???

This is, like, a month old but I hope ArdaNirnThedas’s and ThinkingWildThoughts’s accounts have been reinstated or they got new ones. I’m sorry I couldn’t answer this ask sooner TTATT

Kadar and Claudia being isekai’ed to the industrial revolution would be fun. I’m not entirely sure what you guys mean by that but I’m going to assume it’s during AC Syndicate.

Now, it would be the easy road if we team up Claudia and Evie while Kadar gets roped into Jacob and the Rooks.

So I propose an alternative:

Claudia feels offended by how rough these supposed ‘allies’ of the Brotherhood is and barged her way to becoming the second in command of the Rooks.

(Everyone sometimes say that Claudia acts more like their boss than Jacob does though and Jacob likes to call her boss whenever she orders him around)

This twists what was meant to happen because Claudia would have been sus of Pearl from the get go and would definitely keep Jacob from going too far while helping him… plan ahead.

On the other side of this changed ‘storyline’, Kadar becomes Evie’s sorta ‘mission’. To be more exact, she believes his and Claudia’s appearance in this time is connected to the POE she’s trying to get to before the Templars does. Kadar has no idea how he got there though, all he remembers was touching the treasure they were sent to retrieve before getting stabbed on the stomach.

And he doesn’t even realize that he’s become the third wheel to the budding romance of Evie and Jayadeep.

Kadar just wanted to go home because he knows that Malik is worried about him and he’s worried about how Altaïr is doing considering the last time he saw him, he got slammed so hard he caused a minor collapse on his way out of the room.

[newt-pontmercy]

Appreciation post for the loml: Evie Frye

[delilah-briarwood]

Happy 175th birthday to the Unstoppable Frye Twins, Jacob and Evie Frye!

[jacob-mydear]

“Those who fought for something better Those who taught by how they lived Loved ones taken long before their work was done;

Underground, underground Leave them underground ...”

Austin Wintory, ‘Underground’

[fan-file-stack]

Welp, that’s another fanfic idea to add to my stack.

Reasons to put the Assassins together in the same game:

Arno and Aveline shitting on everyone else in French

Jacob giving Edward shit for being Welsh

Jacob, Edward and Arno getting drunk together

Connor fangirling over Bayek’s multi-arrow shot

Ezio fangirling over Altair’s entire existence

Altair being annoyed AF with Jacob’s antics

Connor and Edward talking about Haytham

Aya and Evie getting along like two peas in a pod

Everyone trying to get Altair to swim

Ezio recognizing Connor’s rope dart

The talks about Desmond (Jacob: Wait, the dog?)

The talks about The Apple (Connor: SINK IT INTO THE SEA!)

The cumulative hotness would be immediately blinding

Bayek and Aya taking heart, because their Creed lasted

Edward and Connor sailing together

Adewale and Aveline doing a little flirting

Ezio telling Arno the story of Christina, and how he moved on

Connor and Aveline catching up on things

Connor and Arno chatting about 18th century politics, and about Shay

The crew figuring out that Ezio can kind of sing/play guitar and forcing him to perform for them

Ezio chatting about the future of Rome with Aya.

Someone offering Connor tea (Connor: NO!)

Someone touching Connor and him giving them the “Get Your Hands Off Me” glare.

Everyone sparring (THINK OF THOSE MATCH-UPS!)

Ezio and Aveline charming their way out of trouble, together

Jacob giving people obnoxious nicknames

Evie chatting with Edward on the state of London

Everyone showing each other some new tricks - Bayek with a rope dart, Connor with a phantom blade, Altair with a grappling hook, Jacob with a tomahawk.  JUST PICTURE IT!

Everyone freaking out over Senu

Adewale and Connor ganging up on Edward

I could keep going, but I think you get my point.

GIVE US WHAT WE WANT, UBISOFT!    

[evildeen]

LOOK AT THESE GOOBERS

[polyphoniie-a]

This just in Evie hates it when her brother is taller than her. 

[thescavengerplays]

ASSASSIN'S CREED SYNDICATE [10/?] ➔ Ladies and gentlemen, the unstoppable Frye twins |3

[bookworm-with-coffee]

No one. Not one soul:

Evie and Jacob for the entire fucking game:

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

[torntruth]

Oh,   right.    My mistake.    Ladies and gentlemen,   the unstoppable Frye twins!    /    independent assassin’s creed roleplay blogs. 

[colaghost]

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the unstoppable Frye twins; see them nightly at Covent Garden!”

Happy Birthday to Jacob and Evie Frye, two of my favorite assassins!

[morrigan-writings]

All Aboard; Part 1

Jacob Frye x Reader

Warnings: fight scenes, brief mention of good ol’ victorian child labor

Summary: The Frye twins and Reader have been tasked with their first targets of the London Templars, with Jacob and Y/N going after Rupert Ferris.

A/N: once again, just rewriting a canon scene but adding in a reader insert just until I get the hang of writing AC characters

Ferris Ironworks, Croydon, 1868

The noonday sun finally poked its head out from a window in the cloud cover, burning away a few bits of fog and mist that clung to the people and structures like cobwebs. High pitched whines of metal on metal echoed through the air throughout the train yard that I and my companions were now hiding in.

George Westhouse had summoned the three of us to finally carry out the mission he’d been planning for the last couple weeks, and we were just itching to get to it.

We were currently huddled out behind one of the many stationary train cars, George peering around the corner as a couple of the Blighters that his London contact had warned him about sauntered by on patrol. Seeming satisfied with our privacy he turned back towards us, looking his usual grim self.

“The iron ships from here. The Templar running things is Rupert Farris, and our target one. Target two is Sir David Brewster, who’s got his hands on a bauble that could ruin us in this wretched war,” he turned his back to keep guard at the corner once more. “Think you three can handle it?”

“What a question.” Our Mentor started at Jacob’s voice, which had somehow come from above him. Unable to contain our buzzing energy, the three of us had immediately scaled the train car the second he turned. 

“Oh, right, my mistake. Ladies and gentlemen, the unstoppable trio of Y/N Y/L/N and the Frye Twins; see them nightly in Covent Garden,” George huffed in exasperation, having put up with our juvenile shenanigans for years. The three of us just shared a laugh and exchanged mischievous grins. 

However, just then Jacob had turned to spot the oncoming train we now needed to catch, giving a nudge to my arm as we turned to get in position.

Evie turned to George as he climbed up to join us. “George, honestly, I’ve studied the plans of the laboratory and have the route covered,” she assured him, ever the responsible sibling.

“And I’ve got all I need right here,” Jacob cut in, motioning to his Hidden Blade as I rolled my eyes. “I’ll extend your regards to Ferris.”

“Chat later, George, we’ve a train to catch,” I jumped in, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly before turning just in time to join the twins in their short running leap to the moving train alongside us, needing a split second to find solid footing as George’s voice cut back to us.

“May the Creed guide you, you vagrants!”

I sketched a dramatic bow to the Mentor as Evie turned toward him, adopting a more solemn tone. “Poor man, more afraid than ever. The years have not been kind.”

“Evie Frye, where do you get it from?” her brother chuckled, shaking his head.

The older twin gave grin. “The same place as you, Jacob.”

I turned back toward my friends. “Alright so as we agreed before, Evie, I believe you’re going to require more stealth with Brewster, and as such, having more than one person on your target will only cause more harm than good. I’ll be pairing off with Jacob for Ferris,” the said twin shot his sister a triumphant grin.

“I wouldn’t look so smug, brother dear, Y/N basically just stated you require more assistance than I,” Evie rebutted, a glint of mischief in her eyes. But she turned back to me before her stunned brother could make a remark. “Agreed. Good luck, and I’ll see you both at the rendezvous.”

Jacob gave a short whistle, grabbing our attention. Our stop was arriving. 

The two of us crouched, preparing for the jump, before Jacob turned back to his sister. “Have fun.” 

Evie smiled back with a laugh. “Don’t die!”

All she got was an answering, manic grin before Jacob and I ran the few steps off the roof before launching ourselves towards the very static ground below, with myself landing and rolling directly on a stacked pile of lumber and Jacob grabbing hold of a lamp pole, swinging and landing right next to me.

“Shall we?” Jacob offered me a hand up. Scanning the building in front of us, we eventually found a large window near the roof, propped open wide enough for a human to squeeze through. Climbing up and onto the sill, we leaped down and landed on one of the numerous metal platforms in the factory.

Looking around, I noted the abundance of platforms and catwalks, large metal pipes and forges…… and the sizable number of children working amongst the metal beasts. I knew Jacob was doing the same, but our cataloging was abruptly interrupted by the pained sobs wrenching from a child below on the dirt floor, a metal support beam having fell on him.

Two men had run over to move the steel as fast as they could, having to hold myself back from rushing in to help, just as another man walked in through the large warehouse doors. Stout, self-assured, and a scowl permanently etched on his face beneath a bowler hat. Our target, Rupert Ferris.

“How long does he intend to go on like this?” the Templar complained, my jaw clenching at the disdain in his voice. “He’s disrupting the other workers!”

We watched in tense silence as the men finally heaved the metal off the boy, holding him up between the two of them as they helped him hobble off. Hopefully to a doctor.

“Shut his trap and get the machine fixed! And send me some laudanum for my head,” Ferris’ final dismissal rang out as he left the building.

“Coming right up,” I ground out, my anger slowly rising after witnessing such mistreatment. Jacob glanced over, his own brows lowered.

“Care for a spot of hunting?” he quipped, right as he launched himself from our perch, swinging back down to the ground floor via the chains and pipes scattered about.

I was quick to follow, jogging after him and dodging workers between the furnaces, until we reached the end of the warehouse. Jacob reached out and gave several tugs on the handle, but the door didn’t so much as budge.

“Locked,” he muttered in disappointment.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A nasally voice piped up behind us as we turned, belonging to a man lounging against the nearby brick wall, possibly a foreman. He looked us up and down before continuing. “No one goes in or out…. ‘less there’s a problem.”

After taking a moment of consideration, I turned to Jacob, my voice lowered so avoid prying ears.

“We halt the machines in some way……. then that door opens and we have our route to Ferris.”

“Clever. Won’t hear any complaints from me then,” Jacob gave a grin that spoke of nothing but pure mischief. “Race you to the finish!”

He sprinted off with no warning, already free running his way up to the top levels again. Luckily, after so many years dealing with my partner’s antics, I was prepared for them and sprinted after him only a second later.

Scaling a wall right after him, I lunged out to snatch the bottom edge his coat before he could keep running any further, causing him to utter an annoyed “Oi!” before slowing and waiting as I finished clambering up.

“Do you even have a plan of what to do or are you just guessing?” I chided, only allowing him the time to shrug before speeding through my idea. “There should be a few main pipes with a wheel mechanism on them to control the steam power. Closing them off should do the trick quite nicely.”

“See, this is why we work so well together: always work on the fly,” he smirked.

“Hmm, I think it’s more because I can come up with actual plans to your last minute ideas,” I rolled my eyes before nudging his shoulder and mimicking his previous move of taking off without warning. 

[n4c9s]

Even the Unstoppable Frye twins need some down time every now and then

From Monday's stream

[idiotgangleader]

@londonsmasterassassin The gang leader flinched unintentionally as the crash of thunder roared outside. This was ridiculous, he thought. He was an assassin, he shouldn't still be made nervous by thunderstorms. As another roar of thunder shook the windows, he flinched again and looked towards the door of Evie's cart. Despite their reconciliation, things between the two of them were still awkward. But then again, she was still his sister and staying here alone in this cart wasnt helping him. Sighing, he got up and slowly opened the door to her cart to see if she was asleep.