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HAPPY BIRTHDAY THE ONE AND ONLY KING
Eat up babes, art coming soon 🤭
#assassin's creed#assassins creed#ratonhnhaké:ton#connor kenway#assassin's creed 3#birthday post#connors birthday#ratonhnhaké:ton's birthday#ac birthday#connor ac3#edit#editor#birthday#happy birthday to the man himself#GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH#sorry for the shitty quality#i am having a rough time here#editing is not popular at all on tumblr but who cares#🤷♂️#scallywagac#him saying charles lee is kinda...#WHAT
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parents PLEASE check ur kids halloween candy! my son found templar of the colonial rite Charles Lee in his candy bar :// some ppl r just sick.
#assassins creed#asscreed#assassin's creed#assassinscreedseries#gay assassins#ac3#connor kenway#charles lee ac#ratonhnhaké:ton#ass creed#is this funny#am i funny#where is charles lee
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Charles: When have I ever done anything irresponsible?
Haytham: I keep a list. It’s alphabetized.
#assassin's creed#ac3#haytham kenway#charles lee#connor kenway#assassin's creed forsaken#thomas hickey#william johnson#george washington#ratonhnhaké:ton#kaniehtí:io
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Don't breathe on MASTER!!!!
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I don't like Charles Lee.
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charles lee is the gayest homophobic man in the whole series
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Connor antis getting ready to make the charles lee joke for the umpteenth time:
#no one is laughing#please get a new joke😭#assassins creed#assassin’s creed#connor kenway#ratonhnhaké:ton#assassins creed 3#ac3#haytham kenway#charles lee#edward kenway
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Enola Rossingol's Journal Entry 7
Warning: mentions of blood and kidnapping
25th of December, 1755
Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away
1755, what a year it has been for all of us. It’s been months since Haytham packed his things and moved back to London. He did not tell me what else he was up to, but I wish I could go.
The only thing that matters right now is relaxing my body. This year has been a bloody one, and it will continue to be one. The noblemen don’t know I’m carrying a child, his child. It’s something I’m worried about all the time. I only wish to be comfortable, I wish to be thinking about when Haytham is coming home. Instead, I’m fearing for my life. Every step I take, every sound in the house, even the crackling of the fire doesn’t help. I can’t sleep now like I did last night.
I wish this snowstorm would cease so I can visit Pitcairn and Hickey. Even though I can’t stand Hickey’s drunken nonsense, it’s company. I hope next Christmas he’s coming home…
25th of December, 1756
Turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime
I am running, running and running. Celeste is buried in my coat I borrowed from Johnson, and I wrapped her small head in a warm cloth that I ripped from my pillowcase. 5 more months until she is 1, and her face looks a lot like mine, but she has Haytham’s eyes and hair, all for me to reminisce every day.
I’m dashing through the snow, this cold, unbearable snow, from redcoats that think they can take my baby. They already stormed by a few minutes ago, and I let one of them look down at her. Panic ensued, I grabbed her from their arms, afraid for her safety, I put one heel on the ground and I could not stop myself from making my escape. Now I hear them shooting at me, and I hear the sounds of Celeste’s cries, knowing she’s just as scared as I am. She’s my baby, she deserves to be with her mother, not with dirty, vulgar men like them.
A gunshot rang out in my ears, I felt a small ball drop beside me, too close to my leg. Again, another shot, this time I fall onto the snow mound, and I hear Celeste’s cries grow louder. The first thing I see is a trace of red right where my purple coat stops, the sight alone makes me worried if I can get up. Footsteps follow as I hold Celeste closer to my chest.
“Shhh, darling. Please stay quiet for mommy.” I try to hush her cries, cradling her head against my clothed breast, kissing her head oh so many times. For a few moments after, it’s silence. The eerie silence, a silence I wish never happened again.
I look up to see the trees and snow around us, but no redcoats, which I am grateful for. When I start to get myself up from the snow, I feel a gush come out of my leg, and more red stains the snow. I see a man with a tricorn hat rushing over to me. Oh, John, if only I could say thank you.
The next thing I remember is I’m lying on one of my guest beds, and a doctor with a few of my servants surround me. This is where I panic again, wondering where Celeste is. Even as I look around the room, I panic, hoping who I saw was only a dream. Over in the corner, next to a grey fireplace and across from the doctor’s bag on the brown armchair, I see John [Pitcairn] cradling Celeste in his arms, wearing his redcoat uniform, smiling over at me. From his features, I could tell Celeste was going to be alright.
Not a moment too soon, and the doctor tells me I’ll make a full recovery. After a few cloth bandages and a few happy cries from my maids, they exit the room, leaving the three of us together. Slowly, John makes his way towards me, and I can only smile in the way I know best, motherly and lovingly. He leans his head close to mine, to whisper something to me in his sweet, thick Scottish accent: “You have the face of an angel.” A smile from him, a smile that brightened up my heart made me feel comforted, safe, and secure.
If that was a flirt, I never noticed. If I had the heart, and the mind to say what I feel, I would have. I kept my mouth shut, towards my best friend. The married soldier that held my daughter like a father should.
25th of December, 1757
Baby, please come home
No letters, no thoughts nor feelings. The Grand Master worries me sometimes. Especially now, I wish I could be with him. Celeste and I are spending Christmas with Amais and his tribe. It’s not fun without my other friends with me, hopefully, I will see you soon.
Maybe next Christmas…
25th of December, 1758
All is calm, all is bright
Celeste came over to the Manor yesterday, and I spent it with her. She’s learning the native language very well, and her English is improving by the minute. Amias looks very handsome as well, maybe in another life I would have been with him. Sometimes, I feel like Celeste is his child, but my mind knows it is not.
Today is very special. Haytham is here, and so are Charles, Thomas, William, John, and Benjamin. I invited them over to the Manor for Christmas, and I am so, so joyful. We went out into the snow and acted like little children. I think I became more of a child than anyone else. I just felt like everything was alright, that time stopped just for today. Shay and Alanna were here as well, bonding is so much fun!
For dinner, it was a nice big banquet, though I regret having one due to all the violence happening around us. It paused for today, but it will continue tomorrow.
In the night, I sat beside Haytham, and I listened to his words, but when I realized he was talking about how much he misses Ziio, it made me think about Celeste. Did he ever get my letter? Maybe he’ll talk about how I was.
At that time, I never knew his hand clenched mine, the way his fingers touched the back of my palm. As I looked up at his sad, old eyes, I felt a hand on my shoulder and his eyes flickered. He turned his head towards me, his lips curled up into a loving smile, and he planted a kiss on my forehead, temple, and lips. His free hand moved to tilt my chin up to gaze at his face more. When I did, I could see his eyes, lips, and nose, and how sweet and handsome he looked.
The others had to go after a few more minutes, but I felt so happy. I can’t describe the words on paper, but what I felt for this moment, is something I want painted and framed. They told Haytham and me farewell, and the men kissed my hand or my cheek while Alanna wrapped her arms around me.
Tonight, as I write this paragraph, I will sleep like a baby. Haytham is waiting for me in bed, and I couldn’t be happier in my words and emotions. Christmas is the best time of the year.
(It’s snowing where I am right now and it brought me into a Christmas mood early. So I’ve been listening to Christmas songs writing these entries.)
#Haytham Kenway#assassins creed 3#assassins creed#assassins creed iii#ac3#assassins creed forsaken oc entry version#assassins creed forsaken entry#Enola Rossingol’s journal entry#benjamin church#thomas hickey#William Johnson#john pitcairn#Charles Lee
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It is a fact that Charles Lee is the most homosexual homophobic man in the series. No. I will not be elaborating. You all know what I'm talking about.
#that man would suck no other dick but Haytham's#i wouldnt be surprised#if he like fantasized about haytham#can someone say#number 1 haytham kenway simp#assassin's creed#assassin's creed 3#assassins creed#haytham kenway#templar order#templar#charles lee#haytham#ac iii#ac3#ac 3#ac rant#shitpost
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Charles Lee ALSO died in New Jersey.
Hahahaha, loser.
#may your name live on in delicious delicious bulgogi#fort lee#assassin's creed#assassin's creed 3#charles lee#connor ac3#good job ratohnhaketon thank you for your service#ac3#ac#tears falling like peridots
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i do not recall the innkeeper at the green dragon implying with wiggly eyebrows that haytham and charles lee were gonna need a bed
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why tf does Charles Lee’s adult render only have one glove
#ff speaks#assassin’s creed#ac3#assassin’s creed iii#assassin’s creed 3#charles lee#guys i’m so confused why is he only wearing one glove#i hate it so much#it reminds me of the freaking odin meme from Thor 1 where Odin is only wearing one glove#like WHY#is it a reference to Lee losing fingers in a duel in europe#like he hides his hand bc he doesn’t want people to see that he’s missing two fingers#also yeah evidently that happened but i’ve seen that the duel was in poland but also in italy & idk which so we’re just gonna say europe#but still i am so mad & confused WHY is he only wearing ONE it looks STUPID#ff speaks in the tags#update: its something to do with sword-holding & stuff#so kinda a boring explanation ngl but good to know nonetheless
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the more i educate myself about the history of the american revolutionary war the more i'm convinced haytham was entirely off his trolley when he said shit like "charles lee is the promise of a better future" and "george washington is a wretched leader who's lost nearly every battle in which he's taken part"
because, i mean, look at the real life events: sure, washington may have been a subpar tactician on the field, but lee allowed his all-encompassing bitterness and arrogance to consume him to the point where he made an absolute dog's dinner of his troop coordination at the battle of monmouth. and despite this mess, he probably would've been forgiven, if it weren't for the fact that he then proceeded to run around writing and sending a bunch of whiney bitchy letters about how "wronged" he was
lee spent years bigging himself up to everyone who would listen about how he knew how to take the british down but ran away with his tail between his legs at the first sign of any serious militarial resistance. and then when he gets called out about it he blames everyone else.
it's just so funny to me when you think about ac3 and the way haytham bats so hard for lee... like babe i love you but i thought you were smart and insightful, and this choice of man you're fighting for is neither of these things fgsdjsjs
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Who are these
you nat and strife
#those faqing templars in ac3#charles lee at the bottom#hickey at the top maybe#pitcairn in the middle maybe
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It would’ve been cool if there was a memory corridor scene between Connor and Charles Lee (after assassinating him) and the last thing Connor tells Charles is that “nothing is true, everything is permitted” in his native language. Altair and Ezio were able to say the creed’s maxim in their respective languages but it was a huge missed opportunity to not have Connor deliver the iconic line. Idk why that wasn’t included at the end of AC3 since Charles Lee was the only target not to have a death speech. Maybe he didn’t had anything to say to Connor most likely cause he treated him with such contempt throughout the game.
#assassin's creed#assassin’s creed 3#ac3#Connor#Connor Kenway#nothing is true everything is permitted
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Just a short rant about AC3 so far.
Why didn't Ratonhnhaké:ton just turn around and shank Charles Lee in the Continental Congress, fuck what Sam Adams said? He pulled the whole 'bad guy dies in the end because he didn't kill the protag when he had the (sometimes many) chance'...only reverse kind of?
Fuck these 'optional' 100% synch requirements. If they're optional, they shouldn't affect your synch bonus at the end of the mission. I hate having red X marks. How dare you gaslight me by saying they're optional and then take away points when I don't accomplish them.
Why did they make Desmond so fast, but give him such tight places to move around in? You know how hard it is to RUN through a door in Brazil? I kept jumping up the wall like an idiot.
Norris is so cute with his attempts to woo Myriam. OMG.
Also, only just noticed. They took Desmond's hidden blade. I guess they don't trust him to not stab anyone else...
God DAMN Ratonhnhaké:ton is ripped. Im using the Animal Spirit outfit, but the Bayek outfit also really shows off his muscles. And he's only like 20 now?
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