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lyssq · 1 month

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Don’t mind me I just decided to be emotional about Kihrin saving money buy a nice tavern in Eamithon for his father to retire meanwhile Surdyeh was actively manipulating things to keep Kihrin in the city 🥲

#we don’t really know what surdyeh’s plan was but i think about baby book 1 kihrin just wanting a peaceful life and i #a chorus of dragons #acod #kihrin d'mon

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lyutenw · 10 months

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15 Questions Tag

Thank you so much to @frenchywrites for the tag! I am leaving it as an open tag for anyone to join!

I will also be doing the same thing of answering the questions as me and Ellian from my main wip ACOD!

1. Are you named after anyone?

No!

My father says I have the name of the first ever king... I don't know if it's true.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I cry almost every day for various reasons. So the last time would be yesterday since I was watching a movie.

I never cry.

3. Do you have kids?

No and don't plan to!

Not yet, but I need a successor to my throne.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Not alot, it usually depends on who I'm talking to.

No, I'm a straightforward man.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their smile and their eyes.

Their posture and how they look at me.

6. What's your eye color?

Brown.

Green.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Neither :')

Happy endings despite popular belief.

8. Any special talents?

I can sleep whenever!

I am good with a sword.

9. Where were you born?

Greece.

Oceana.

10. What are your hobbies?

I actually hop from hobby to hobby, so I like drawing, crocheting, writing, reading, playing farm games and crafts in general.

I have no time for hobbies, but I love caring for flowers.

11. Do you have any pets?

Yes! I have a bunny :3

No, unless my horses count as pets.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

So, excluding the gym, I have been a ballerina when I was younger and played basketball for a while.

None, I only "played" with swords.

13. How tall are you?

I am 5' 8 ish.

I am 6' 5.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Physics!

Medicine and herbs.

15. Dream job?

I hope to become a theoretical physicist/ Astrophysicist in the future and an author as a side job<3

King.

#authors #writeblr #writer #acod #asks #my wip #facts about me

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gaymernerdgasm · 8 months

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Alexios | Assassin’s Creed Odyssey

#mine #video games #assassin’s creed #acod #Alexios

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scottysketches · 11 months

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It's WIP Wednesday and I'm in a sharing mood... so here's a snippet from the first Assassin's Creed Odyssey fic I've written in about three years, something new. It'll cover the entire events of Legacy of the First Blade, with references to The Fate of Atlantis and Kassandra's role as the Keeper.

Pairing: Kassandra/Natakas (judge me all you want, but I love them and I will never stop loving them)

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��Mater, could you come and help me with this?” she called out from the doorway into her home.

As Myrrine stalked towards her, away from Natakas and Phobos — Darius, as usual, keeping to himself, though she didn’t exactly blame him at that moment — Kassandra could almost feel the rage rolling off of her mother in crashing tidal waves. She knew the older woman had not approved of her daughter settling, in her eyes, for a Persian man, though she was starting to wonder if she had underestimated just how deep her mother’s resentment towards Persia truly ran. Almost unconsciously, she ran her hand over the swell of her belly, receiving a hearty kick in response from her passenger. Briefly, she made eye contact with her husband, and Natakas smiled wanly back at her. Kassandra could tell he was shaken from the venom in Myrrine’s words.

Perhaps she wouldn’t ever truly accept them; but Kassandra had to try and make her mother’s visit an easier time on them all.

Myrrine reached her, and Kassandra almost recoiled at the sudden change to a sickly sweet tone of voice. “What is it, lamb?”

“In… in here,” she muttered in response, leading her mother into the house.

As her mother walked past her, Kassandra wondered what she would say — what she could say — to sway her mind. Myrrine’s animosity towards Persia ran deep, and with what was arguably the best reason, but Kassandra knew that two people didn’t represent an entire country, just as she did not represent the entirety of Sparta. In the end, however, she knew that the only possible words that would hopefully get through to her mother would be honest admissions of her own feelings.

“Did you want some help preparing our meal for tonight?” Myrrine asked, glancing to the side at the abandoned elk meat in the bowl next to the fireplace.

Kassandra sighed, gesturing toward the table and chairs in the centre of the room. “Can we sit?” Her mother’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she complied, sitting on what was normally Natakas’ chair. Does she have to rub her disapproval in even more? She sat opposite her mother, leaning forward and folding her hands in front of her on the table. She didn’t dare meet her eyes, for fear that Myrrine would misunderstand the hesitation she felt and run with it.

“Is everything well, my lamb? Are you feeling sick at all?” her mother asked, placing one of her hands on top of Kassandra’s.

No going back now, she thought. “We need to talk. About Natakas.”

She felt Myrrine’s hand stiffen on top of hers. “What about him?”

Kassandra looked up and met her mother’s eyes with a glare. “You know damn well what.”

“Don’t take that tone with me,” Myrrine snapped, but Kassandra didn’t flinch. She’d heard worse from more frightening people, after all. Unbidden, the memory of Pactyas and his tree of the dead in Makedonia came to mind, bringing a sour taste to her mouth, not helped by the nausea that still lingered from that morning.

“We need to talk,” she said, her brow furrowed, “because we haven’t spoken about my husband since you arrived and made your disapproval quite clear. If you’d shouted any louder, I’m sure Nikolaos would have heard you in Sparta.”

Myrrine scowled at her. “How else was I supposed to get my point across?”

Kassandra inhaled and exhaled deeply through her nose. “All you got across was your intolerance for people who don’t share the same values as you. Which, through my marriage, includes me. Did you not stop to think about that?”

“I—” Myrrine turned her head, looking to the side bitterly. Kassandra knew she had struck a nerve. She may not have the same level of patience as Darius, or even Natakas, but she could be calm and decisive when she wanted to. Her mother looked back at her. “Leonidas was my father. He fought to protect Hellas from the yoke of the Persian Empire. Xerxes and his army killed him.” Myrrine scoffed. “And now you expect me to … what? Just accept that my daughter, my flesh and blood, is carrying a child that will be half Persian? That child will have the blood of Leonidas, and the blood of the people that killed him!”

“I know,” Kassandra replied softly. “And that will make my child stronger — to show that two sides once locked in a devastating war can come together and create something beautiful, where once there was nothing but death.”

“Did you not hear a word I just said?” Myrrine asked incredulously. Kassandra’s gaze hardened, and she pointedly moved a hand to her belly in a protective manner.

“I don’t expect you to completely move past your biases, mater. There’s too much poison there that will never allow the wound of losing your father to heal,” she said. “But if you want to be a part of your grandchild’s life, then the least you can do is understand that I am my own person, capable of making my own choices, and I have chosen Natakas. Perhaps he isn’t the husband you envisaged for me — I’m sure you imagined I’d marry a Spartan and give our home more soldiers for her army — but he makes my heart race in ways I never thought possible. He’s the last person I see when I fall asleep and the first when I wake. And I want nothing more than the opportunity to experience some semblance of a normal life … with him.”

Myrrine’s gaze had fallen to watch Kassandra protectively rub circles on the swell of her belly through her plain exomis. A muscle was jumping in her jaw as she listened to the words of Kassandra’s heart. “But—”

Kassandra interrupted her. “Mater, I have been many things in my short time on this world.” She held up her hand — the one that had been on the table — and started counting on her fingers. “A daughter, a Spartan, an outcast. A misthios to some, and a legend to others. I have been a captain and a warrior, and so much more.” She lowered her hand back to the table. “Natakas is giving me the chance to be something new — to be a wife, and a mother. Things I thought I would never get the chance to do, let alone want, but I want it with him.” Kassandra sighed again. “I take care of him, and he takes care of me. I protect him, he protects me. I love him. He loves me. Not the misthios, not the legend — me. Kassandra — the woman who was thrown from Mount Taygetos as a child, who learnt to survive on her wits and trained to make sure no one would ever take advantage of her, who has had to struggle and fight her whole life.” She felt tears come to her eyes. Damn hormones. “I have spent my life rising in the morning, not knowing if I would get to watch the sun set at night. All of my experiences have shaped me as a person, and it just so happens that Natakas loves that person.”

Kassandra stood from her chair, leaning on the table. “I don’t expect you to suddenly start treating him as though he were your own, but I’d very much like if you could perhaps stop seeing an entire country in the place of one person.” She moved away, heading towards the door and intending to spend some time calming her husband’s rattled nerves; but she looked back and smiled sadly at her mother. Myrrine hadn’t moved from her spot, her eyes glazed over as she stared at nothing. “Get to know him, and you’ll see that he has fewer ties to Persia than you think.”

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#wip wednesday #assassin's creed #assassin's creed odyssey #ac #acod #ac odyssey #kassandra #natakas #kassandra x natakas #myrrine #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #creative writing #scotty's words #in your queue shall burn

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ratonhnhnaketon · 1 year

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Two tracks from the Odyssey soundtrack made it into my Top 5 on Spotify Wrapped and I love that for me.

#acod #assassin's creed: odyssey #spotify wrapped #the flight #odyssey - modern version #myrinne

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metalby · 6 hours

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Acod [Versets Noirs]. 2024. Bandcamp, Spotify, Facebook, Amazon, Youtube. Twitter(metalone). ----- Acod [Fourth Reign over Opacities and Beyond] 2022

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derelsassischmetalthur · 1 year

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🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 . @acodband 🖤 @jerome_acod 🖤 @fredacod 🖤 @ladlo_prod 🖤 @domino_black_metal_cat 🖤 🐱 . #acod #acodband #fourthreignoveropacitiesandbeyond #ladlo #ladloprod #ladloprods #lesacteursdelombre #lesacteursdelombreproductions #metal #blackmetal #deathblackmetal #deathmetal #trashmetal #melodicblackmetal #melodicdeathmetal #ancientgods #spiritual #chimere #metalheadsofinstagram #metalhead #metalheads #cdcollector #cdcollection #cat #blackmetalcat #metalcat #chubbycat #fluffycat #blackandwhitecat #catselfie (à Strasbourg, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmNGMeWrsq7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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nicholas-ratush · 2 years

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Their Purpose

As many of you know, I’ve been following the War in Ukraine closely for an open role I have on my team.

It saddens me to say, in times of universal deceit, honesty is counterrevolutionary. I don’t think I can describe my own disdain.

Many thanks to all of our Soviet friends:

"They helped us to remember that children's well being should be our first priority when working through annexation agreements."

"We thank them for taking so much time to walk us through the collaborative separation process, 31 years in the making. They've given us a lot to think about and opened our minds to...”

"They were truthful, kept us focused, and didn't just tell us what we wanted to hear."

#acod #shekinah #schlepper #pleroma #class of 1984 #iron maiden

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metalshockfinland · 2 years

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ACOD Share Mesmerizing Music Video for 'The Prophecy Of Agony'

ACOD Share Mesmerizing Music Video for ‘The Prophecy Of Agony’

French melodic black metallers ACOD are gearing up for the release of the band’s highly anticipated new full-length record “Fourth Reign Over Opacities And Beyond”, which will be coming out on September 16th via Les Acteurs de l’Ombre Productions. In support of the new album, the band shared a brand new music video for the track “The Prophecy Of Agony”. Featuring ten brand new tracks of…

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lyutenw · 11 months

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ACOD| Chapter I

"How much longer do I have to wait? Are we there yet?" Aria had spent the last 6 days trapped in a moving prison. The ship had departed the Kingdom of Celenial just before dawn 6 days ago, moving through the abyss of the sea to Oceana, the land of promises.

"We are almost at the port, princess," a young maid muttered, her brown eyes shining while watching the beautiful land of Oceana grow closer. Oceana had been a dream for everyone in Celenial. Who wouldn't dream of a kingdom where you don't have to starve to live another day, if the famines were so much as kind to you. In Celenial only the royal family and the aristocrat families were protected from the angry gods that ruled it.

Aria yawned and looked around her small room; there were dresses and jewelry everywhere, all sprawled out waiting for her decision on which to wear to meet her future husband. Her two maids had practically become one with the window and had given up on helping her get dressed.

She got up from the bed, her whole body aching from sleeping 5 nights to a hard mattress. Her long tule nightgown hanged from her body, she had lost so much weight in the last month. She didn't want to marry him. Not as a sacrifice to a man he didn't know. Her whole life she had longed for freedom, but now she would be the exact opposite; a married princess, a mere instrument to stop the war between the two countries, a mere vessel to bear a child.

"Let us undress you, princess," the two maidens bowed and inched closer to Aria. Aria lifted her hand in the air, stopping them from doing anything and signaling them to get back.

"It's okay, I will do it myself, give me some privacy." The maids looked at each other and slowly inched towards the door, exchanging puzzled glances; the princess had never been one to do things herself.

Once the maids closed the wooden door behind her with a creak, Aria could finally breathe freely again. She let her nightgown slip from her slender body and down to her cold feet. There was a broken mirror at the corner of the dimply lit room, and she caught a glimpse of herself from the back. Her muscles were flexed, her whole body on some imaginary alarm, filled with tension. She tried to relax, took some deep breaths, and let her body grow soft. She could make out thin pale pink lines all over her body, the aftermath of her father, the price a bastard child had to pay.

Aria inched closer to the mirror and softly touched her reflection; sunken eyes in a turmoiled brown looked back at her. Her hair though washed only yesterday was matted, its vivid red color a thing of the past. She held back tears and turned to her dresses.

"Who am I kidding," she muttered again and again as she went through the many dresses. Aria had already pictured the prince's wide eyes as soon as he would see her. Red hair, meaning the bastard princess. She would be rather lucky would she walk out the palace unscathed and with her head intact between her shoulders.

She shook her head and picked up a black velvet dress. She mourned the day of her wedding, as it would probably be the day she dies.

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The first thing Ellian noticed when Aria walked in palace was the way her curls bounced as she dragged herself to where he was standing. Fiery red, the same way her eyes burned. Her body was a different story; she walked slowly and painstakingly; her shoulders were hunched over as if she was carrying the weight of the world. Ellian burrowed his brows, correcting his thoughts as he realized she probably was, Celenial was her world.

His father, the King, scoffed as soon as he laid eyes on her. Everyone in Oceana knew that the red haired one was the daughter of a servant.

"Where is Zaya," the king, Pallius, asked Aria, before she even got to introduce herself, stopping her dead in its tracks. Zaya is Aria's sister, the 'real' royal. With the brown hair and eyes of the queen; her spitting image. Instead, Aria had the fierce blood red hair of a servant, but the golden eyes of the king. The king looked at Aria from head to toe, before he settled his eyes on hers, staring deeply. His mouth was a line, Ellian could see his tight jaw from the side. He was furious.

Aria bowed and without an ounce of fear retorted back in a somehow even colder voice than the king.

"She is sick, so the king sent me in her stead. I am my father's daughter as well."

"Bullshit," the king raised his voice.

"He just didn't want to give up the heir to his throne and sent me the bastard one." Pallius inched closer to Aria, she could smell his breath; bitter and sour.

"How am I supposed to wed my son, the future king, to a red-haired impure child?" If even a rose petal dared to fall on the floor, everyone would hear it loud and clear. Aria didn't break eye contact once, but she could feel herself starting to shiver underneath her black gown. The lace and tule dress had been enough to keep her warm before, but now the room was freezing. It took everything strength she had inside her for her teeth not to chatter and her shivers not to be apparent.

"Father," Ellian softly touched his arm and looked at Aria.

"It is a 6-day trip from Celenial, she must be tired. Let's talk about it when dinner comes in a few hours." Despite the softness of his touch, Ellian's voice was hard as steel and cold as ice.

"Well then. Show her to her room," the king signaled to Ellian.

"Dinner is in 3 hours," he declared, his boots echoed as he disappeared behind a colossal golden door. Aria could only guess that was the main ball room from the glimpse she managed once the king opened the door.

The prince's soft façade fell, and he looked at Aria coldly, his forest green eyes scanning her and her expressions.

"You, alone, come with me," he said and turned his back to Aria. He called a few servants, who disappeared from Aria's sight along with her two maids and the general commander that had ensured her safe arrival.

It was only the two of them now.

Aria followed him, having to quicken her pace as Ellian was extremely tall and his pace fast. It was all she could do not to step in her long dress as she almost ran behind him. Finally, after what seemed like 10 minutes, they reached a long corridor of closed doors. Ellian approached the second one on the left and motioned her to step inside.

Aria found herself in a huge bedroom, blindingly beautiful. Everywhere she looked were pastel pink accents and golden jewelry, presumably gifts for her arrival. The bed was huge and in the middle of the room. There was a long white lace dress sprawled across it, which she realized was her wedding dress. Her room back home was not even half the size; she could easily get lost in this room.

Ellian closed the door behind them and before Aria could realize what he was doing, he grabbed her by her neck and pinned her to the wall. She couldn't breathe, couldn't see and her head hurt from the impact. She tried to grab his hand that was on her neck, hit him until he lessens his grip, but he wouldn't budge. The strength with which he choked her was getting greater with every second that passed, and she was starting to see black from the corners of her eyes. It wouldn't be long before she would faint, and she dreaded to think of what he would do to her once she was unable to defend herself.

"Why you?" Ellian asked, his voice low and ringing menacingly in Aria's ears.

"I-I can't-" Aria choked out, her veins pulsating through her head and ears. She had a minute before blacking out at most. She continued to hit his hand with hers, only she was getting weaker and now could barely lift them.

"Don't think for even a second that I am going to respect you," he spat and lessened his grip enough for her to take a sharp breath.

"If we get married, you are my little toy. A princess and a queen is far from what you will become." Ellian let her go and Aria dropped to her knees, gasping for air, her eyes bloodshot. She brought a shaky hand to her neck where a purple bruise was starting to form. Her skin was tender to the touch; it made her wince. Silent tears fell as she tried to think rationally.

It was either she became a slave to the prince or shipped back a corpse.

"I had no choice," Aria heaved and raised her head to look at him. Ellian fell to one knee and gently placed his finger under her chin, raising her head softly to look him in the eyes. This gentle touch was the complete opposite to him almost strangling her.

"Such beautiful eyes, they remind me of the sun." He let her head fall abruptly. He got up, leaving Aria curled up in a ball on the floor.

"Look forward to tonight, my little doe." Ellian chuckled and left Aria's room. Aria struggled to raise herself from the cold marble floor, the nickname he gave her echoing in her ears along with his eyes burning her skin. She raised her arms slowly and covered her chest, her cold finger circling around her skin.

She dragged herself to the humongous bed that now seemed able to swallow her and rubbed her palms on her dress. The fabric burned her cold palms, but it was the only way to stop them from shaking, and the only way to keep herself from bursting to tears.

She looked towards the door and realized she had just entered a more luxurious prison. There was nowhere on this land that she was safe, even more so in this palace. Before any thoughts of escaping could enter her mind, a maid with grey hair and a wrinkled smile let her know that she should take a bath and get ready for dinner.

The maid didn't seem to notice Aria shaking and crying, and if she did, she was good at masking it. She left as quietly as she came, leaving Aria in a deafening silence.

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scottysketches · 11 months

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This Is The Beginning

First chapter of my Legacy of the First Blade rewrite is up! Each episode from the DLC will have its own story.

Part 1 is This Is The Beginning, part 2 will be Of Something New, and part 3 will be And This Is Our Ending.

There will also be an epilogue story set during the Korfu quest, "A Great Escape", and that's going to be called The Memories Hurt, But Darling They're All I Have Left Of You. Because, you know, I like to be angsty :)

Once the main stories are complete, I'll most likely post a compilation of short stories/one-shots and drabbles set within the series that I've written along the way.

Link to the first chapter is below!

#assassin's creed #ac #assassin's creed odyssey #ac odyssey #acod #kassandra #natakas #kassandra x natakas #kassnat #kasskas #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #scotty's words #in your queue shall burn

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