From this day forward, you are a Hidden One.

Assassin’s Creed Mirage: Cinematic World Premiere

*sigh* I have a new fixation. I had when I was younger on my Nokia an Assasins Creed game developed by Java i think. It was the only game I played related to this. Out of nowhere on my youtube feed appeared a game trailer for Assasins Creed Mirage and Basim’s design really struck me somehow. He has a soft look in his eyes.

One of the adds on my google this morning.

Don't even get me started, google.

We know.

We hate it.

Ubisoft failed us.

Ubisoft failed Evior.

And I have no desire to touch any other Assasin's Creed games, Mirage especially. (Except Odessey was pretty sweet. I loved that one.)

Thanks Ubisoft. 👌

oh shit Abyssinia. asscraig ethiopia babyy

The Scab & The Scar I

Basim Ibn Ishaq x GN!Reader

Warnings: Implied NSFW

Word Count: 1140

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone :) I finished writing this while I was recovering from a hangover, so hopefully it doesn't feel too rushed. I realized halfway through the story that the fanfic might be getting too long, so I've decided to cut it into smaller chapters. Hope that's okay!

Many years ago, before you were tasked with traveling around the world and spreading the word of the Hidden Ones, you and Basim were attached at the hip.

It was bound to happen. Two young novices, both taken under the wing of the assassins at a relatively young age and bearing a relentless thirst to prove the world what they were made of. Your personalities clashed at first; training under the same tutor would prove to be a disaster. Thus, for the sake of balance, you were mentored by Rayhan’s teachings whereas Basim was trained by Roshan.

You took training seriously – not that Basim didn’t, but it wasn’t in your nature to indulge in large gatherings at night. Roshan was just like you in that regard; but you were not her ward, and your actual mentor had different plans in mind for you. Instead of retreating to your tent by sunset, Rayhan urged you to join the bonfire of rowdy novices. It is there that you come to know Basim properly, and like the fire that crackles every night, a spark ignites between the two of you.

It starts off small – you spar together, wooden swords in hand as you dance around each other; but then training escalates into gifts and spending time together at night, long after your peers have fallen into a deep slumber. You undergo the ceremony together, showing off your hidden blades and new robes to each other. Basim jokes that you have to put these things to use, and suggests patrolling together from time to time; but even once your duty is over, you come to rest together by the bonfire once more. For you, it’s a sacred ritual. A time for the both of you to bask in the silence of the night and just exist. He tells you stories of his childhood as he pokes at the embers, whispers about the stars in the sky, the world he’s always wished to travel and see with his own eyes; words meant for you alone. During one of those nights, comforted by the warmth and light cast by the fire, you share your first kiss. It’s gentle, inviting, and safe – there is no rush, and no words are exchanged for the rest of the night; but you figure he has no regrets from the giddy grin that adorns his face, and the longing glances he sends your way the next morning.

Basim is a bit cheeky by nature, you’re aware of this. Wherever you go, his hands follow, and if your duties keep you apart for far too long, he comes to whisk you away. That kiss by the bonfire turns into two, then three, and then you lose count. He steals kisses from you when others aren’t looking, brushes his hand against yours when you walk past; and like a spell a witch has cast on you, you start seeking him out too. Basim notices, and he can’t help but smirk everytime you linger close to him. It warms his heart, really; and the feeling only intensifies when you both learn you’re being sent to Baghdad to dismantle the order of the Ancient Ones together.

Baghdad gives you mixed feelings to this day. You know the man has been plagued by nightmares in his past, but neither of you are expecting them to return and throw him off balance the way they have. He struggles to sleep, and you start to worry when he talks to himself or thrashes around at night.

He never quite speaks of what he sees. He claims he doesn’t understand it himself, even after so long, and continuously apologizes for waking you up. You tell him you don’t care about being woken up, relishing the warmth of his hand which clings to yours for comfort, and you’re awarded with a squeeze. The assassin’s headquarters are a safe haven for you, and Basim releases a relieved sigh before pressing his lips against yours. This kiss pales in comparison to all the other ones back in Alamut – they were fleeting, teasing even, whereas this one is slow and drawn out. It grounds you both in the reality that you’re there for each other. This kiss is here to stay, and so are you.

The air grows hotter when he closes the distance, and your hands begin to explore each other’s skin. He swallows your sounds, bodies intertwined as you roll onto the bed; and you spend the night tangled in each other’s limbs, sheets coiling around the both of you and squeezing you together like a snake of love.

Baghdad was supposed to be a new chapter for you after that night, but fate had other plans. Basim becomes torn, a beautiful rose hurt by its own thorns; a flower to be admired from a distance, but not touched. He doesn’t shut you out, not really, but you can tell his mind is elsewhere everytime he comes back from a mission. Although he struggles, he speaks of what he’s learnt regarding the order and his visions; and the irony twists your heart when you realize that despite the amount of clues he’s discovering, Basim feels more at a loss than ever.

It all changes when Alamut is attacked. Fuladh shoves a satchel bag into your hands when you are summoned to the bureau, ordering you to protect the few books the Hidden Ones hold sacred – and run. Far, far from the ambushed camp you were built upon, and into unknown territory. Find the other Hidden Ones, convince outsiders to join – anything to help your people’s cause and creed, if they were to be completely slaughtered in this battle. 

You want to ask him where Basim is, but time is ticking. Fuladh hops onto his horse and rides East, towards Alamut. The bureau is now vacant, and even if the people of Baghdad continue to go about at a leisurely pace, you know there is a war raging next door, painting the dunes and mountains in crimson red. If you do not leave right away, the order will find you. 

But the pounding in your heart tells you you can’t leave just yet. You scale up the buildings, leaping from roof to roof even when your muscles throb in pain, pushing yourself to check all the spots you know he visits. The House of Wisdom, the garden, the Bazaar. But you find Basim nowhere, and the revelation constricts your throat. For whatever reason, he is no longer in Baghdad; and if he is on his way to Alamut, then your lives part here. You are needed elsewhere, now. Going to Alamut would ensure the extinction of the creed.

And so, with a heavy heart, you turn away from the one place you’d called home over the years, and steal a horse for your escape.

“WHO’S THROWING KNIVES?” - Random Assassins Creed Guard Approximately Two Seconds before dying

the most important quest; pet all the pixel kitties.

Me watching the trailer for AC: Mirage:

the thing about assassins creed is that even tho Valhalla fucking sucked and Odyssey was mid at best and so there is very little hope for mirage. is that. assassins are so so so cool guys

This notion that Ubisoft is going to make everything "LikE iN ThE goOd oLD DaYs" just because the boomer fans (who don't even represent the majority of the fandom) constantly cry about Odyssey and Valhalla, despite both being very successful, is honestly so bizarre to me. Remember, Mirage was just going to be another Valhalla DLC until they decided to make it a standalone game. This does not mean that they're going back to that formula, a formula that was done to death and almost killed the franchise with Unity and Rogue mind you, they're just trying to appease those throwing a fit and then the next ones will probably be closer to Origins with maybe more traditional stealth elements reintroduced or maybe they'll switch back and forth from RPG to Classic on a game-to-game basis to keep everyone happy.

Maybe Mirage will be such a roaring success that they will go full on Classic AC again until people start complaining again after 2-3 games. Who knows?

But y' all need to stop with this "OdYssEy AnD VaLhAllA ARe FlopS, OnlY AC1 Is gOoD" narrative because it's, factually, incorrect

Hi there againnn~ I’m so sorry but Basim is intriguing af

AssasinsCredMirage "Powrót do korzeni" ? - Testuję grę

audiso dead again

assasins creed mirage lmao

Rostam Sword - Assasins Creed Mirage

"Just a mirage..."

This ichleted by the song of the new Assasin's Creed.

Let's listen the song, what do you think about it? And about the themed oc?

Assasin's Creed Origins

Assasin's Creed Origins is also an amazing game that involves the usage of Gods with ancient Egyptian Gods being mentioned a lot throughout this game and even getting to fight a "mirage" of Anubis in the scorching desert. The usage of Egyptian Mythology within this game is amazing and I might be able to reference some of it within my own game in terms of visual aspects and the enemy systems which are just a joy to utilize overall. I might be able to utilize all the mythologies for my game and make something along the basis of Zeus from Greek Mythology fighting someone like Anubis or even Thor if I am able to finish enough of what I am setting for myself. This is something I would love to aim for in terms of the visual aspect from games such as these and multiple combat systems.