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Ok so because I was rewatching Disney and DreamWorks imagine if Ratonhnhaké:ton was in like a musical, kind of like Hamilton but in real life. I don't know how that will work and I'm slowly losing cells so yeah : P
“There is something you must know before you leave.” The clan mother, his grandmother, spoke solemnly.
Ratonhnhaké:ton stared at her and waited for her to continue.
She was giving him permission to leave their village after all. The least he could do was heed her warnings and take her words to heart.
“These white men have a curse placed upon them.”
“A curse?” Ratonhnhaké:ton repeated with a frown.
“Yes, they are slaves to the music only they hear.” She explained, “We know not why it is so but they would be taken in by the desire to sing and be unable to resist it. No matter the place or the time, when they hear the music, they must sing.”
She stared at her only grandson as she continued, “Your mother and I… we were worried that you have gotten their curse but not once have you ever shown to bear the same curse as they have. That might change once you walk among them.”
She must have seen the disbelief that he was trying to hide for she sigh as she said, “You must be careful, Ratonhnhaké:ton. Who knows what this curse truly entails. We can never be certain that this curse is not simply the inescapable call of music.”
“I… understand.” Ratonhnhaké:ton nodded, “I will be careful.”
The clan mother knew that Ratonhnhaké:ton didn’t truly understand but she said nothing, only telling him to be careful.
He will understand soon enough.
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So my idea is that the Europeans are the ones hit by this ‘curse’. They’re compelled to sing whenever they hear the music and it happens a lot. The natives see this and are like “???” but to the colonizers, it’s just… par of the course.
This does mean those who weren’t born or raised in the parts of Europe like Adéwalé do not sing. He does sing with the crew when it’s sea shanties but any dance number and such? Nope, he was the ‘straight dude’ in the Jackdaw.
This means that Achilles also doesn’t sing so he’s able to tell Ratonhnhaké:ton how it looks and feel like to give him a head’s up.
The Kenways, Edward, Haytham and even Jenny, usually sing very dramatic songs. It shows as the kind of “find my freedom and goal” uplifting songs for Edward, the whole “I want to be me” kind of songs for Jenny and the “villain song that is always the best song in the album” type of songs for Haytham (bonus points for Haytham having his own Gregorian chant backup singers to connote his Templar background).
Ratonhnhaké:ton does not sing but… he does hear the music.
If you want to turn this into a Hamilton crossover, go ahead. That means Ratonhnhaké:ton has to deal with Hamilton’s… everything whenever he has to talk to Washington XD
Whatever is making them sing sees Ratonhnhaké:ton as ‘part’ of the ensemble so you get scenes like Haytham singing a duet with Ratonhnhaké:ton but Ratonhnhaké:ton does not know the lyrics and would rather strip naked and run away from wolves all night long than sing.
The same thing happened to Charles Lee but Ratonhnhaké:ton was busy beating the crap out of him.
The whole confrontation with Washington, Haytham and Ratonhnhaké:ton ends with Haytham and Washington singing with some ‘dead spaces’ here and there where it’s clear that it was Ratonhnhaké;ton’s turn to sing.
The music in the homestead are always jolly (unless something bad happens) and they always include Ratonhnhaké:ton. Unlike the other times, they don’t try to make Ratonhnhaké:ton sing and Ratonhnhaké:ton just joins in the festivity more or less. Achilles takes the ‘I’m the grumpy one who doesn’t sing’ part in these musical numbers instead.
… Haytham definitely sang a very embarrassing love song that was meant to be a duet to Kaniehtí:io. Kaniehtí:io was amuse. Haytham was embarrassed.
Why are the colonizers singing? Isu BS. Apollo, Bragi and Meret got super drunk and fucked up the ‘latest’ batch of humans to be processed for shits and giggles. They ran away before Yaldabaoth saw them and he’s been so overworked that he just… didn’t give a shit and sent these batch as is.
#ngl#this gave me#the man who didn’t like musical vibes#might be because i just watched nerdy prudes must die XD#is this crack?#look i can’t write song lyrics and stuff#so just imagine them having banger songs#assassin's creed#ratonhnhaké:ton#connor kenway#haytham kenway#george washington#achilles davenport#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#i'm not tagging hamilton#since we didn't say this was absolutely a crossover#i only suggested it
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Heyo! I've been playing AC4 lately so I'm here to request a one shot with Edward.
I had the idea of Reader stealing a gunship and getting away from wherever they used to live (maybe because they're fugitive, or because they want a change in life, or something else you find fitting) and after a nasty run-in with another ship, Edward rescues them on the Jackdaw and they join the crew
notes: not my best but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!
pairing: Edward Kenway x Reader
word count: 1.3k
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Adrift
It hadn’t been easy back home. You were the second eldest daughter in a family of seven children in a house where money was tight. There had been two bedrooms and a kitchen to make up the entire house – you shared a room with four other siblings where there was very little room to even walk between all your single beds. Your parents room was even smaller and consisted of just the one bed that they shared. Your older sister had been married last year and moved out with her husband, your even older brother serving in the British Navy. The kitchen was made of one counter, a cooker, a table that was always overcrowded and a curtain in the corner where a metal tub served as a bath.
Growing up in such poverty had been hell. Your little family didn’t make nearly enough money to ever last with your little farm of sheep that were far too few in number to be of any real profit. You dreamed of going away like your brother did, not like your sister. Her husband was only slightly better off than your own family: he had his own place but it was small and would be equally overrun and struggling by the time they had children. You didn’t want a big family. As much as you loved your parents and siblings, it felt like hell in his place with them all and the only time you ever felt privacy was down by the beach where, even then, anyone could be nearby.
It was a particularly difficult winter. Some of the sheep had been stolen, your family was starving and two of your younger siblings were sick. It would be a miracle if all of you made it to the spring without at least one loss.
Your sister’s coughing had kept you up in the night when you heard your parents talking and you pressed your ear to the wall to try and hear better.
“--I don’t want to do it but we don’t have a choice. She’s the only one old enough, there aren’t any suitors and there ain’t nothing she can do with no education.” Surely that was you, you were the only one of your siblings who had just reached adulthood.
“It’s a horrid place, Matthew.” Your mother was choking back tears and your brows furrowed, where were they sending you?
“I know but we need to eat. I don’t want to see her in a whore house either but-” You pulled your ear away from the wall, panicking. You weren’t going to end up there, like that, to be of use to any man who had enough coin to have you turned into an object for however long he could pay for. You reached under the bed where you pulled out your pair of battered boots and the box where you kept your regular petticoat and Sunday best. You hurriedly dressed, trying not to let the bed frame squeak too much and shoved your feet into your battered boots. You removed your flattened pillow from its faded case and crammed your other petticoat inside along with your comb. All you had to your name.
You took off running out the door and into the night, hearing your father shouting behind you from the door of the house but you didn’t look back. You wouldn’t look back.
In a panic, you ran down to the harbour where you found a small fishing boat. You had a friend, Maeve, whose father was a fisherman and had taken you out in his boat once two summers ago. He was a kind-eyed man and very patient and had told the two of you all about how to man the boat and prepare a lure with bait for fishing.
Now all you had to do was remember how to operate the boat as you jumped into the vessel of some poor soul who would come down to the docks in the morning and find their boat missing. You had no idea where you were going, what you were thinking, but you just had to run, had to get somewhere else.
And that’s exactly what you did.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
A few years later, you found yourself leading a small gunship in the Caribbean. You had disguised yourself as a boy after some thieving when your stolen little fishing boat landed in the port of the nearest city and had disguised yourself as a young man, enlisting yourself as a privateer.
However, you, and the rest of the crew you were a part of, found yourselves being made redundant out in the Caribbean, being forced to return home with a fraction of your pay. You would not be forced to go back to your little family home. You had been sending them money this whole time, telling them you were an apprentice to a blacksmith, but you knew that, upon your return, it would run out eventually and your parents may well return to their idea of sending you to a brothel. You wouldn’t have it.
You had passionately voiced your anger, cried out about the injustice to your fellow crewmates and had ended up sparking a mutiny. You didn’t shy away from the fighting when it happened and your cause won, the remaining crewmates voting you as captain of what was no longer a privateer ship but a pirate ship.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
You had been a fierce Captain, much to many people’s surprise considering the fact you were but a ‘young man’. You had held your ground for the next few years, able to send your family even more money than before, claiming you were running your own forge and business now. But all good things must come to an end. After a particularly large victory, a bounty was put on you and your ship was sunk in battle, most of your crew dying.
You had survived and managed to get one of the lifeboats afloat from where you found it capsized, escaping when you realised you were the only survivor. It was in this way that you were found adrift by the Captain of the Jackdaw, his men hoisting you onto the deck of the ship.
“So, do you have any special skills?” He asked you when you had been brought to sit down in his cabin.
“You want me to join your crew.” You stated, having gathered as much from the nature of his question.
“Helping hands are always welcome so long as they can carry their own weight.” The blonde man shrugged, “So, what can you do?”
“Well, I was the captain of my ship for the last six years. I was a privateer before that and started a mutiny to take the boat for pirating when we were all written off by His Majesty.” His brows raised at this.
“You seem young. Six years ago you would have been even younger, and even younger while you were a privateer before that.” He noted and your jaw clenched. You didn’t want a ship full of men to know that you were a woman, “But I understand, life like this is easier for you, safer, I’m sorry to say. I’ve met someone like you before, James Kidd his name was, most days, that is.” You caught onto the fact that he clearly knew what you were and you nodded your head slowly in gratitude for not outwardly revealing you or making any violent move towards you. Silence hung in the air, “You need the work, don’t you?” He offered.
“Yeah, but I don’t want anything funny going on, you hear me? I might not be what I seem but I can assure you I’ll start killing if I suspect anything.” You threatened.
“Alright then, I’ll give you some work on my ship and then when we dock in Nassau, I’ll introduce you to James and Anne. I know you’ll find them good company and they’ll be able to find some better work for you, maybe even your own ship. Do we have a deal?” He held out his calloused hand and you looked at it for a moment before taking it in yours, shaking firmly.
“Deal.”
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Assassin's Creed: the Legend of the Blood Butterfly
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/JsLSKe2
by error_404_cannot_connect_to_fic
She felt like hell's freezing over. She wants to cry. She wants to hit, to hurt. She wants to destroy these people. Because how, how dare they wear her parent's faces. How dare that woman softly smile and walk towards her like nothing happened, when she had cried and broke and screamed herself hoarse on Kaachan's puddle of blood? How dare that man laugh boisterously, picking her up and spinning her around like he knows her, when she had felt and held Dad's hands and whispered little promises to him until he kissed her one last time and left this world?
Timothea suppressed the hot resentment and pure hate that bubbled in her stomach, nearly forcing itself to show up in her eyes. No. She cannot fail now. Not when her parents, her real parents, ones she knew loved and cared for her had died to make sure that she won't get taken away. Kaachan has stories and her loving warmth, and Dad has tales and his protective frost.
These people? They are nothing to her, nothing but strangers in this giant Manor that's supposed to be home, spies that the enemy planted to ensure her obedience.
Timothy just giggled and smiled from ear to ear, happy that his parents are actually letting him say goodbye to them for once.
Words: 2038, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 5 of Random AU's I came up with in the middle of the night
Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other
Characters: Tim Drake, Desmond Miles, Batfamily Members, Superfamily Members (DCU), Brotherhood Assassins (Assassin's Creed), Eivor (Assassin's Creed), Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, Edward Kenway, Jacob Frye, Arno Dorian, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, William Miles, Shaun Hastings, Rebecca Crane (Assassin's Creed), Lin (Assassin's Creed), Moussa (Assassin's Creed)
Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jack Drake/Janet Drake, Tim Drake & Owens & Zeddmore Washington & Prudence Wood
Additional Tags: Genius Tim Drake, Female Tim Drake, Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Has a Bad Time, Hurt Tim Drake, Tim Drake Has Issues, BAMF Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Not Okay, tim drake is called timothea, this whole thing's a mess, so basically f!tim is called timothea, and witnessed her mother kill herself from aided suicide, with help from her dad, Desmond Miles Lives, he got booted out of the Grey long enough to have a daughter, and gain some memories before going back in anyways, desmond miles is tim's dad, and he 'dies' sometime after Haly's Circus, thea is in hiding as a boy, and lives with her parent's clones that the order of templars sent, Magical Tim Drake, thea doesn't actually have a last name, but will use her mother's if anyone asks, magical Janet Drake, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, the clones anyway, Good Parents Jack and Janet Drake, the OG!!!, THIS ENTIRE FIC IS THE RESULT OF MY BRAIN THROWING THE MOVIE; CANNON AND DCU INTO A MIXER, Janet Drake was originally Janiko Gekkōchō, no knowledge of cannon needed, most of the characters are OOC because I don't know cannon, Canon? Don't know her.
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Cthulhu setting Assassin's Creed
(If someone wants to use this setting, just take it and write on the source. I'm glad to see anybody use this setting)
Altaïr ibn La-Ahad
Title: God of Sky and Assassination
Attribute: Air
Phase description: It is generally described as a large bird made of eyes, with two pairs of wings and razor-blade legs, and a red ribbon in the tail. It is said that this red ribbon is self-conscious (Ezio: It can strangle other people/great old ones).
Semi-human form: The arms are replaced by a pair of wings, the white fabric clothes on the lower body is looked like tentacled, all the eyes are transferred to the area covered by the clothes, and the blade-like legs are hidden. In general, Altaïr choose to float instend of walking.
Introduction: Fast and ruthless. Altaïr doesn't like water very much. He moves quickly and silently. Many people, including some great old ones, wonder what is under Altaïr' clothes, and there is always someone who takes the risk to pick it open. But no one knows what the result of doing is.
Apparitions: The sky darkens, a lot of air surges, lightning but no rain. (This is more likely in deserts and arid regions)
Symbolic sacrificial articles: throwing knives, hidden blades, several human ring fingers, red silk ribbons, sand, feathers, assassin's markers
Ezio Auditore da Firenze
Title: God of Fertility and Procreation
Attribute: ground
Phase description: Described as a melted black elk with goat eyes(devil eyes), red ribbon wrapped around its neck, and the spots on its back are all eyes, both eyes are goat eyes. The tail is made of fog and is shaped like a foxtail.
Semi-human form: one eye is normal and the other eye is like a goat. Elk antlers and ears are visible overhead without a hood. According to Ezio himself, the shape of the horn can be changed according to his own wishes. His legs resemble those of artiodactyla, retaining a fog-fox tail.
Introduction: Love some fancy things. The human form may be fascinating, but the real is the scariest of all great old ones. Not very fast. It is said that his singing can cause a significant drop in sanity, much faster than listening to Evie speaking. The great old ones or elder gods do not lower their sanity, but will shut him up immediately (Altaïr: His singing is terrible!) Because the tribute will have a lot of fruit, so it may be taken away by other great old ones (" Jacob you stole my tribute!" )
Apparitions: Moist smell emanates from the forest, mist appears, and the environment darkens. There is indescribable sounds from the depths. The trees bear fruit, but they all look strange. Everythings in views look like having a heightened contrast, as well as what will you see while eatening toadstool.
Symbolic sacrificial articles:
Lace, several newborns, goats, cereal, dairy, eggs, antlers
Edward James Kenway
Title: God of Navigation and Wealth
Attribute: Water
Phase description: Looks like a shark, with tentacles on the belly, eyes on the side, and two fins like flying fish on the back.
Semi-human form: Shark teeth. Keep the fins on his back. All eyes are transferred to the tattoos on the body. The right hand is the octopus tentacle. When out of water, Edward has human legs; When in the water, keep the lower half of the shark's tail. Occasionally wearing a headband instead of a hood.
Introduction: Shipwreck Maker, especially when a merchant ship passes by. Like seeking treasure. He can fly, doesn't fly so much time but can go very high( especially if he is on a boat) Edward is not very fearful like other great old ones(Connor: That's if he's wearing clothes on his upper body), but high physical attacks. Very freewheeling, if you have money, he'll take it all. Connor is his grandson, and his son Haytham was taken to the temple in his time of weakness.
Apparitions: huge whirlpools around sailing ships, shoals of fish, lightning and thunder in the sky accompanied by torrential rain, hallucinations of boats floating in the sky, and hallucinations of barcaroling.
Symbolic sacrificial articles:
Money and treasure, model boats or ship design drafts, shark teeth, guns, the vocal cords of several sailors
Connor（Ratohnhaketon）
Title: God of Forest and War
Attribute: ground
Description: The largest of the great old ones. It looks like a giant, two-headed Wolf, as tall as a mountain. Each Wolf's head has an upright eye right in the middle.
Semi-human form: Retain Wolf ears, tail, claws, limbs（can change into human arms) and canine teeth. The others are indistinguishable from humans.
Introduction: Looks horrible but actually very gentle. Although looks huge, but mainly physical combat rather than mental attacks (but gigaphobia caution). He is kind with the animals in the mountains and got along well with the other great old ones. Edward is said to be his grandfather, although they look like completely unrelated. Father Haytham seems to have given himself his identity as a great old one, and then become spiritually resistant ordinary people. According to Connor, Haytham's noumenon is also a deep-sea creature. (Actually, Connor wonders how his father didn't turn into an elder God.)
Apparitions: the mountains and everything shake, like an earthquake. People will feel something rolling over their bodies.
Symbolic sacrificial articles: wolf's teeth, bear gall, eagle's skull, oak, Indian tomahawk, blood from humans
Shay Patrick Cormac
Title: God of Deep Sea and Healing
Attribute: Water
Description: He has the body of a cod and the mouth of a lamprey, with a dense mouth of sharp teeth and eyes, and a tentacled neck.
Semi-human form: when not in water, he has legs and hands, eyes on ear fins, and a mask covering the mouth; In the water, the lower half of the codfish's tail is retained, the arms under the cloak become numerous tentacles, and the ear-fins and eyes remain. His face is covered with few fine fish scales, his teeth are sharp and tusked, and his tongue resembled a real snake, can make a hissing sound.
Introduction: A few in number of the great old ones can add the value of santiy(by singing), but see the noumenon will still drop sanity. Some people say that listening to the song still losing the santiy. (Shay: Duh, that's Ezio singing! Cover your ears common people!) He doesn't really like to go ashore, usually look like a swimmer in the water with a swimming ring. He looks very silent, but is actually a chatty person (There is a record of Shay can annoy Edward from the Atlantic to the Pacific). Every time he sees Arno, he feels guilty, and Arno is very confused about this. Although he is a templer, the species classification is still great old ones. The boss at the Templer is Haytham, Edward's son and Connor's father. Though his boss's immediate family are great old ones, Shay had never felt the same in Haytham. When Shay unexpectedly retires to semi-human form on a sea mission, Haytham remains undeterred and warns him to hide his tentacles. Shay, who watches other ordinary crew members shudder, realizes that Haytham is something special after all.
Apparitions: all the fish scatter, a cold feeling from the spine. The cold water is close to freezing temperature, and the body is gradually unable to move.
Symbolic sacrificial articles:
Lampreys, deep-sea octopuses or King squid, bubbles in trenches, metal signs of templer, bodies mangled by earthquakes
Arno Victor Dorian
Title: God of Vengeance and Mists
Attribute: Fire
Description: The smallest of the great old ones. A chimera like a cheetah, a gazelle, and a peregrine falcon. In addition to the gazelle horns, the head has a pair of horns and a frontal horn. Has a mask, and the mask never taken off. The face behind the mask must not be saw, but from around the mask will spill tentacles. The front half of the body is classified as a cheetah, the back half like a gazelle, two pairs of peregrine falcon wings and two snake tails. All the spots on the body are eyes.
Semi-human form: Retains 2 pairs of wings, 2 tails, and horns can be seen faintly under the hood. Take off the hood and you can see all the corners. He can pull out his mask conveniently, but wear or not to see the mood (basically will not wear).
Introduction: The great old ones who has some conscientious than the others. He will try to reduce the santiy attacks on other creatures, but he doesn't know how to cure the pollutants that have lost their sanity. Arno, although he will control his power, he is still second to Ezio in the speed of seeing noumenon losing sanity value, so please do not to see his noumenon or you want to take a shortcut to life. The fastest great old ones, even a high speed camera can't record. Can summon bats under special circumstances. Have the ability of transfiguration, vision sharing, storage and so on.
Apparitions: A sudden mass of smoke, accompanied by dark red liquid oozing from the ground, chaotic scenes of falling heads and burning flames, accompanied by severe hallucinations.
Symbolic sacrificial articles:
Baguette, coffee, peregrine feathers and cheetah hair, gazelle horn, human head/skull several, lit late 18th century style candle lantern, smoke bomb, Phantom blades
Jacob Frye
Evie Frye
Title: God of Night and Tricks
Attribute: Air
Description: Twin great old ones, are made up of black mist like rooks, can see the mist mixed with eyes. Have the widest wingspan.
Semi-human form: Both have large black wings, ear and tail feathers. The feet are rookclaw. Jacob's eyes are covered with a white ribbon and his right hand is claw; Evie wears a beak mask and her left hand is claw.
Introduction: The god of Trick is also called the "God of looking for trouble", especially Jacob, the favorite thing to do is to pull other great old ones or elder gods fur (if have feather stealing feathers, if have scales stealing scales) more excessive once dragged Arno's tail flying around, finally Arno and Evie together beat him up. Love eyes and shiny gadgets. Can summon a flock of rooks at any time. As noisy as Shay, but maybe even worse. The eyes of the Jacob cannot be seen by humans, or it will lead directly to the loss of sanity; Evie speaking without a mask will slowly lowers the listener's sanity. Evie can be completely invisible when she is static. Jacob is very keen on picking on the elder gods of the templer, and collects feathers and scales from the the templer, as well as the eyes of the human templer (Evie: Jacob even separats the assassin's and temple's fur).
Apparitions: day turns into night, the stars disappear. A large flock of rooks hover overhead to form an eye. An auditory hallucination of hissing.
Symbolic sacrificial articles:
things glittering with gold, several pairs of eyes, rooks' feathers, beak masks, cane sword or brass knuckle, collected bottles with the full moon
Bayek
Title: God of Guardian and Yellow Sand
Attribute: Fire
Description: A large cat with three tails. The legs are covered with feathers and appear as eagle claws, with wings on the shoulder blades and hipbones. The wings cannot fly, but they can glide in the air for a long time. There is nothing unusual in the direct view, but when he opens mouth can see the deep emptiness, eyes and sharp teeth.
Semi-human form: Ears and tail exposed, eagle claws and shoulder and crotch wings retained, hands are cat-like. But the mouth is still normal, or covered with an egyptian cotton square.
Introduction: Comparing with other great old ones, Bayek appears to be veracity and normal, and will not do any extra work outside the contract. (Arno: Naming and criticizing the Frye Twins. Shay: So are you.) Comparing with Altaïr, who hates water, Bayek has no special views on water, except that he easily evaporates when he is close to it (Altaïr: You scold?) because he is too good at disguising as normal people, and has no direct sanity attack. He was once thought to be an ordinary magical animal or even an ordinary human, until he was called out in a summons ceremony to confirm that this is a great old one. The oldest known of the great old ones.
Apparitions: sand envelopes the sky with clouds, water evaporates rapidly, the air becomes extremely dry, nearby dry plants will directly ignite.
Symbolic sacrificial articles:
Eagle skull, sand, fur from a live purebred Egyptian cat, torches, iron balls soaked in human blood
Some miscellaneous：
It is Altaïr's original idea to become an assassin, and he is the first to put it into practice. The reason is that assassins can kill other invisibly, so that others who die of mental contamination or other strange causes can be blamed on their profession. (Shay: So casual.)
The Brotherhood of Assassins is still normal, but with great old ones worship. All the assassins' leap of faith and other very human things are also the reason for believing in the great old ones. (Jacob: Is it possible that Egio's illegitimate child… Don't stare at me, Evie! I've really been thinking about this!) Some of the assassins who have eagle vision are of the blood of the great old ones, some have made deals with them or are incarnations of the great old ones. The great old ones are in harmony with each other, not in a fire-and-water situation as traditional.
Part of the templer of this worldview is the elder gods, still opposed to the assassins. Shay may have made an exception to join the templer because of his healing skills (Actually he just wants to be at peace between the two powers), while Arno and Connor are relatively virtuous and some of the Temple are more relaxed about them. The temple will cure the pollutants affected by the ancient gods, and prevent them from being summoned, if necessary, the two sides will fight.
The Isu are Outer Gods, but they don't have the Pieces of Eden, and they are currently in a theatergoing state. But what the great old ones or elder gods left behind might be considered hallows (" Have you seen my top hat, Evie?" "Oh, the call table." "Come on, again?) The outer gods and the great old ones don't get along that well.
There are also cases where the three powers make a scene together. For example, Élise De Laserre is actually the incarnation of the elder god, but François-Thomas Germain, who is opposite her, is the incarnation of the outer god. Élise couldn't fight the outer god and then fell into a deep sleep, which was finally destroyed by Arno. (Incarnation fighting incarnation does not do much damage to the original body, so the Élise in this world is not dead, but her strength is exhausted and hibernated. At present, the Arno's incarnation is staying in this world in order to find a way to wake her up)
Great old ones and elder gods are immune to san attacks (Edward: except for Ezio's song, which should be included in physical attacks.) But not immune to mutual physical attacks. (Connor: Give me an arrow and I'll shoot down Ezio's lute.) When their incarnation are templers or assassins, the weapons are made of their own feathers or scales, so there is no issue of replenishing weapons, but sometimes the changes were quite wacky (Ezio: What do you do with my broomstick, I just sweep the leaves in front of my house… What's that? Cesare? Give him a broom!）
Here, the elder gods and the great old ones have the same attitude towards humans as the original, only more indifferent, and they don't have any actions if no one summons them. But Incarnations can walk around at will, so conflicts continue.
When the great old ones and elder gods are not summoned(Giving up of summon outer gods, you can't succeed), there will be incarnations, and the human form is one of the incarnations (semi-human is the appearance of half of the real). They may also become other creatures or objects. Assassins and templar-like humans are the most commonly used Incarnations. Biological Incarnations are unique and do not appear in the same species at the same point in time. Connor, for example, prefers animal incarnations such as wolves, eagles, or bears (but certainly different from normal animals, such as the two-headed wolf and the three-clawed eagle); Arno's preference for humanoid incarnations has something to do with his transfiguration. On rare occasions, Altaïr would dissolve himself into water droplets to observe. (Arno: He lost a bet. Jacob/Edward: LMAO)
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Assassin's Creed's Protagonist Look Issue
Assassin's Creed has this real bad case of "Protagonist Look" where the player character is always the most detailed and overdesigned model in the game. It almost always comes to this point where the protag is so decked out in weaponry and custom made clothing that they stand out waaaaay more than an assassin who "hides in plain sight" should.
I get that the player character should feel special and unique, because it feels good to play and unique and interesting character, but I do wish I could go back and play a version of each game that was more dedicated to preserving the anonymity of the character: Like what if Altair genuinely only had the big knight and the hidden blade because that's all he could conceal before it got suspicious? What if Ezio had to actually look like an Italian noble and not an Italian Jedi?
Kenway gets a pass, he's a pirate and can do whatever the fuck he wants lmao.
Mods have given us the ability to experience some of that for AC Valhalla---Getting to use some of the same clothes that everyone else is wearing goes a long way to cleaning up and simplifying Eivor's visual language, and honestly some of the most fire outfits are on the NPCs anyways.
But I also wish I could rip the big bulky, and incredibly obvious hidden blades off of the characters in Syndicate, or take Ezio's plate armor from Brotherhood and toss it in the garbage (not that it's unrealistic, just very conspicuous)---and actually push those characters to look more innocuous in the incredibly repressive societies they live in.
Some of it is that Ubisoft went too hard in trying to preserve the hidden blade as an iconic and oddly necessary part of the assassin arsenal, even for characters who are allowed to be openly armed. Like, Conner and Edward Kenway didn't need hidden blades, they had guns strapped to their chests and sabers on their sides.
Bayak having a hidden blade was cool in so far as they got to explain the missing ring finger thing. At the same time though, that particular hidden blade really makes the game feel prequelly, and I kinda wish they hadn't explained the hidden blade, and just given Bayak a dagger---the same argument for why Han Solo didn't need to get the ship, the companion, and the iconic gun all in one film in Solo.
Idk, going back to the original point: A lot of the assassins in the series are just way overdesigned, and the joke that the Templars really only have to look for the white robed jedi in the crowd rings very true for me---and that rings particularly true for Conner and the Twins from Syndicate.
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Look who just woke up- is that HENRY CAVIL? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s EDWARD KENNWAY from ASSASSINS CREED. I heard they are 42 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, he still gives off a DRINKING BEFORE BREAKFAST, HAUNTED BY THE GHOSTS OF FRIENDS AND FAMILY, WANTING TO BELONG TO SOMETHING BIGGER THAN HIMSELF, STOP AT NOTHING TO IMPROVE THE WORLD FOR HIS FAMILY, LONGING FOR THE SEA impression. But here, they are working as a DOCK WORKER. They’re known to be quite BRAVE & DEDICATED, but have a tendency to be BLUNT & RECKLESS on their bad days.
Gender/Pronouns : Male / he/him
How long have they been in Sydney : In his memories, 6 years. In reality, 2 months
Which suburb do they live in? Darling Point
Personality description : Edward is the same with everyone. He's pretty blunt, and says what he thinks, not caring too much for the reaction. He has a strong belief in what the Assassins fought for. Although he does care deeply for people, he doesn't always let them in, having lost too many people in his life already. Ultimately he does have a good heart, but it is buried deep. One thing that is definitely evident is how much he loves his children, and tries to do the right thing by them.
Memories of their real life :
Over a hundred years after the death of Ezio Auditore da Firenze, one of the most famous assassins in the creed, Edward Kenway was born in Swansea, with no knowledge of any of his ancestors past. He was seventeen the first time he got married, to Caroline Scott. Their marriage was rough, and by the time he left to become a privateer, they were already estranged.
His life as a privateer was short-lived as a treaty was soon signed that meant they were no longer needed. Still chasing money, he became a pirate. It was a choice that would eventually lead him to be washed up with Duncan Walpole. Edward killed him, and took his identity, travelling to Havana and becoming involved with Walpole's plot to help the Templar's find the Observatory.
However Edward's identity was discovered, and the Templar's planned to send him to the London Templar's to be dealt with. Edward met Adéwalé, a slave on the same ship, and the two of them escaped together. They stole a ship, naming it Jackdaw with Edward as Captain and Adéwalé as Quartermaster.
He came onto the Great Inagua, killing the owner who was a Templar. Realising this would be a good place to call home, he kept the island for himself.
Eventually James Kidd introduced him to the Assassins. Years passed, with Edward caught between the war between the Assassins and the Templar's, and the pirate war against those trying to control them. All the while, Edward wanted to find the Observatory, believing there to be fame and glory for him there. However one by one, the friends he had made were killed by the British and Spanish.
Finally he found the Observatory, and learnt that when blood was put into it, you were able to see what that person could see. He finally realised with this, the Templars could control all Governments. He was then handed over to the British, the only reason he wasn't executed was because he knew the location of the Observatory, though he would not give it away. The Assassins went to rescue Mary and Anne, however helped him as well. Although he and Anne got away, Mary died in the attempt, making him promise to be better than he had been.
Adéwalé returned the Jackdaw to him, and Edward officially joined the Assassins. However Adéwalé decided to remain with them, and so Anne became is Quartermaster. After a long search they were able to finally kill the Templar Grand Master, and seal the observatory off.
Edward planned to return to England, to try and make things right with Caroline, when he learnt she had died two years before. However she had also been pregnant when he left, and he learnt he had a daughter, Jennifer. He gifted the Assassins the Great Inagua, but left for England.
After receiving a pardon, he eventually met and married his second wife Tessa. They would go onto have a son, Haytham. Though he kept his past a secret from both his children, he was teaching his son to become an assassin.
One night, he'd not been feeling well. That was then intruders broke in, kidnapping Jennifer. He then realised that he had been drugged. Making sure Tessa and Haytham were safe, he went to try and find his daughter, but was attacked by two of the intruders. Even drugged, he put up a fight, but eventually was killed.
What was their fake life like:
Edward was born in Swansea, and always wanted for better things. His family were pretty well off, but still he craved fame and glory. Eventually he married rich, living a fairly normal life for the time and having children.
But the war broke out, and he was forced to fight in it. He joined the navy, feeling a connection to the sea, though why he had never really figured out. It was a long war, and he saw a lot of hid friends die. When he did finally return home, the happiness was short lived, as his wife passed away in childbirth.
With the inheritance from his wife, he didn't really ever need to work again, but that wasn't the person he was anymore. Instead getting a job at the dock, if only because it was the closest thing he could get to being at sea. He remembers everything.
Optional, please pick at least three and interpret them however you wish ::
Location they work in: Docks
Quote: For years I've been rushing around, taking whatever I fancied, not giving a tinker's curse for those I hurt. Yet here I am… with riches and reputation, feeling no wiser than when I left home. And when I turn around, and look at the course I've run… there's not a man or woman that I love left standing beside me
Wanted Connections:
FWB/one night stands
Co-workers
Friends
Ex-military connections
#thebridge: intro#tldr: he has all his memories including his death (changed it slightly to make more sense because the canon one makes zero sense)#needs therapy. so so much therapy
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So I just wanted to rant on how upset I still am about Mary's death in AC4 Black Flag even after finishing my 3rd playthrough of the game. Can I just say that the story of Mary Read in this game just doesn't logically make sense. I mean, I do understand that they need to be historically correct with what really happened with Real Life Mary but the way Ubisoft had written and characterized AC Mary just doesn't fit. In the game, she is a very collected person and dedicated assassin and logically, I don't think she would just be sleeping with some random sailor, let alone someone from Rackham's crew. It would logically make sense that she would be with someone whom she respects and believes in. In the game, that man is obviously Edward (okay, I'm a huuuge Kiddway shipper but it does make sense, right??). Also, logically she wouldn't be joining Rackham's crew in the first place. She did help in getting back the Jackdaw from Rackham's mutiny so that would mean she hates and doesn't trust the man. When I think about it, the only logical explanation I can accept as to why Mary joined Rackham's crew is to keep an eye out on Anne since she was the one who taught Anne how to be a pirate.
And when you think about it, all the Kenway family tragedies in AC3 could have been avoided if only Mary had survived. I'm pretty sure if she was alive, Edward would have stayed in the West Indies. She could have also been the mother of Haytham and he would surely grow up to become an Assassin too. And Connor would eventually follow his father's footsteps as well.
I know this has been a long rant about a 9 year old game but AC4 BF just always makes me sad whenever I play it. I have like a love hate relationship with this game. It's my favorite game of all time but it also makes me cry everytime.
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hi!! how do u think the guys would act being drunk? would they cling into their s/o? would they fall asleep? for jacob, arno, ezio, edward and shay ~
Jacob
He's the clingy one. To a point where he is velcro, you quite literally have to tear him off you.
Can also get sappy to you, complimenting you all the time while his words slur. It's quite funny and sad at the same time.
Would most likely pass out and you would have to drag him home.
Arno
Gets real handsy with you, and doesnt care who is around. Its embarassing.
Also gets real protective of you and easily starts fight if someone even looks at your direction; they didnt even mean to either. It was just a drive by glance.
You will probably get mad at him for how bad and how much he drinks, then begins the argument and him sleeping on the couch.
Gets a lecture in the morning as well as a hang over.
Ezio
Gets even more flirty.
Sometimes sad as well. He reminisces about his family, his brothers and fathers.
He doesn't go over the board drunk, just tipsy enough to feel a buzz. You never see him wasted.
You might get a lot of dirty talk in your ear.
Prepare for philosophical talk; he gets real into it. Something about the alcohol makes him like this.
Goes to sleep easily while tipsy; three seconds into bed and you'll hear a light snore.
Edward
There's drunk and then there's Edward Kenway drunk.
Expect bottles to be thrown, dumped, sloshed.
He laughs at nothing sometimes, leans against shit like he's gonna be sick - sometimes he is - or begs you for a kiss.
You settle for cheek kisses mostly because his breath is foul.
Loud and roudy.
Also very handsy.
"Go to bed Edward."
"Only *hic* if you'll join me *hic*"
He's a mess. And by the end of the night you and maybe Blackbeard or Kidd have to drag him to bed.
The others feel sorry for you.
Shay
He's the singer when he gets drunk.
Mostly the sea shanties his men sing.
Will try to get you to sing as well, and sometimes you do to amuse him.
It rarely happens but he will get into a fight. Not with you but other people at the bar.
If he gets drunk at home he mostly sings and putters around.
If he cuddles with you he will fall asleep instantly.
#ask#answer#ac#assassins creed#ezio auditore#arno dorian#jacob frye#edward kenway#shay cormac#assassins creed hc#hc#hcs#headcanon#headcanons
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Your The real pleasure story got me idea of AC character walking on reader changing clothes and getting surprised and embarrassed, but spotting a tattoo on reader's ribs and since it surprised them even more, they couldn't help but checking out reader?
Could you make it for Altair, Edward and Shay, since they're my favorite and maybe for someone of your choice?
Since I have tattoo on my ribs myself I know it makes people peeking on it without even knowing. And let's be honest, tattoos since forever were relating to outlaws and God forbid any normal and decent woman has one. My granny refused speaking to me for 4 freaking days after she found out I have tattoo because in her opinion I look like someone who is straight out of prison..
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Hello Knifey!
Sorry it took a few days I’m a bit slow lately ;; Also when I start writing it, it turned out a little bit different but it’s still about a reader with a rib tattoo. I hope you will like this little thing.
Also, I don’t have a tattoo myself but I adore looking at other people tattoos because they are all little works of art. So don’t worry about people being weird about it. It’s your skin, your tattoo and you can do whatever you want with it! Don’t let others tell you how to live your life!
Ayyway - here is the lil thing:
Altaїr
“Why would you stain your body like that?” Altaїr looked at you with a frown, after he spotted a tattoo covering a good part of your ribs. He was unfamiliar with that practice and people around tended to call tattooing a sin that was changing the Gods creation. Altaїr had never been a believer, especially since he saw the Apple, but he couldn’t help the disapproving tone of his voice.
“Stain?” You asked, mimicking his expression. “It’s not a stain! It’s a work of art!” You exclaimed angrily. He wasn’t the first person disapproving of your life choices, treating you like a worse kind of person only because you had a little bit of ink inside of your skin. You knew they were all wrong, but you had hoped that a person like Altaїr wouldn’t judge you. Yet, it appeared you were wrong.
Altaїr hadn’t said another word and let you leave the room.
He came back to you after a few hours, when you were preparing to go to sleep. You were still angry at your friend for his words, and it led to a minor injury during training that left you a little bruise on your arm.
“I never intended to upset you.” Those words knocked you out of your thoughts, so you turned around with an accusing look on your face.
“Don’t you knock?!”
“I did,” Altaїr was still standing near the door with a bowl of dates in his hands. “I came to…apologize. I’m not familiar with people stai- tattooing their bodies. But I am not judging you nor think lower of you.” He promised as he finally came closer, to put dates on your nightstand, next to your weapon.
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t outburst at you like I did. I just heard people accusing me of the weirdest things because of that tattoo.”
Altaїr nodded, accepting your apologies and soon you were sitting on the floor, eating fruits and talking about the future, novices, assassins, war, crusades… It was until Altaїr finally asked you the very thing he wanted to ask since he saw your tattoo.
“Can I see it again?” He asked and you, after a second of hesitation, raised your clothes to show him. Altaїr stretched his arm towards you and then you felt his warm fingers tracing the lines of your tattoo.
“It suits you well.”
Shay
“Oi, were you a pirate?”
With a frown you looked at Shay, that was casually leaning against the doorframe, watching you change your clothes. You really didn’t want to walk around in those kinds of clothes among the crew. You preferred the casually, comfortable clothes you could work and, most importantly, fight in.
“Why? Are you afraid I will steal your gold and sell it for a bottle of rum?”
“Ha! Very funny! As if you could steal from me! But I saw ya tattoo. So, were you a pirate?” He asked again, watching you like a hawk, After all, so many people wanted and tried to kill him, no wonder he was cautious around everyone, except Grandmaster. You joined the Templars only a few months ago.
“No, I have never been a pirate, but I saw them. When I was little I saw them with their bodies covered by tattoos, they looked like giant maps of undercover secrets and I just… I just wanted it too.” With a shrug, you put last piece of clothing over your body.
Shay had been looking at you with a grin, sparkles in his eyes as he finally took a few steps closer. His fingers brushed over your tattooed skin as he pulled you closer.
“You wanted to become a map of undercover secrets… Well, I have always wanted to be an adventurer. I think we may actually have a lot of fun together.” Just as he said it you felt a shiver going through your spine.
On that day you discovered he was both an adventurer and an owner of a tattoo kink.
Edward
“Nice ink you have there!” Edward said with a grin. You were both messy and tired after a fight and your clothes got torn, so now they were exposing part of a tattoo on your ribs. “Watcha got there?”
“Why? Want to copy me, pal?” You asked, dusting off sand and dirt of your skin. You could really use a bath, but you had to wait for Jackdaw to get the hell out of this godforsaken island.
You earned another grin as Edward suddenly took of remains of his shirt, exposing his tanned skin, almost fully covered in ink. You hardly suppressed a gasp as you saw his handsome, muscular body. You knew the bastard had a lot of tattoos but not that many.
“If ya find some free space.”
“Yeah, I guess your pale ass has some space on it,” You said and almost immediately regretted those words as you saw Edward turning around.
“Jaysus, mate, don’t you dare flash your ass at my face!” You screamed and throw a fistful of sand at him when you heard his loud laughter. Fucking pirates.
“So, now it’s your time. Show me what you got there.”
After a roll of your eyes, you finally tore off your shirt. It was hanging on a few threads anyway and way beyond saving point. Edward examined your body, looking at the tattoo with interest sparking in his blue eyes. It took him a little bit of time and you were about to throw another joke at him when he finally spoke.
“Suits you well. Not really my type of a tattoo but it’s perfect for ya.”
“Oh yes. Because you prefer to have a giant fucking hourglass tattooed on your nipple. Your taste in ink is questionable, Kenway.”
#assassin's creed#ac: 1#assassin's creed black flag#ac black flag#asassins creed rogue#ac: rogue#ac rogue#shay cormac x reader#Shay cormac#Altair x reader#altair ibn la ahad#edward kenway#edward kenway x reader#Altair ibn la ahad x Reader#luna writes#Ask#Knifey
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thoughts on the kenways!
Thank you legend for yet another opportunity to cry ♡
Okay so, the fact that ubisoft chose to give us a generational saga but then decided to make it as traumatic as possible it was really some kind of twisted power move from their part. and they did it BACKWARDS even, for even more brain damage. This got impossibly long so, more under the cut.
When we get introduced to Edward, it’s hard to believe he’s ever going to be a functional human being, least of all a father. His growth and progression is actually not linear at all and you know what? I love that. He doesn’t magically change his attitude the moment he’s introduced to the Assassins. He’s selfish, he’s greedy, he’s shallow, he’s out there to have fun and make money! He never made that a secret but what makes him so endearing is that’s not all he is. Bit by bit you’re introduced to his past and through his past you start to see his present in a different light, the more the story advances the more we are introduced to all his other qualities, the same ones Mary sees in him even if he can’t. He cares. A LOT. He cares for his men, he cares for his friends, he cares for Nassau, for the islands, for the people living there. He trusts Adéwalé with his life and actually listens to his counsel. He cared for Caroline too but the game doesn’t try to excuse the way he acted towards her, it was still love but with an unhappy ending!
I love how ingenious he is, how funny and resourceful. He’s very charismatic obviously but despite his rambunctious personality I never felt like he overshadowed the people around him. He’s very warm and welcoming in that sense, he THRIVES in a community and languishes in isolation. The losses he goes through have an actual impact on him, as the game progresses he grows more somber, more serious. It’s a jarring comparison to the Edward we see during the first acts.
But it culminates in something soft, if bittersweet. He starts off wanting to devour the world. He learns to compromise. We all know the infamous song scene, by then he sacrificed everything and still lost against the tide of history. His is a conscious surrender, loaded with meaning. Absolutely love how they highlight the fact that he was a good loving father. Far from perfect, with a messy past but still protective and respectful. He deserved to watch his children grow, he would have offered them a choice, I know that. The ultimate paragon of freedom until the very end.
Then comes Haytham and of course he’s the tricky one. I haven’t read Forsaken, this is a stain on my Assassin’s Creed obsessed record I know but I know what goes down behind the scenes, more or less. He’s tricky because his entire character is actually a big what if?
What happened when he was a kid wasn’t his fault, Birch’s betrayal wasn’t his fault, I truly believe he loved his father, he loved Jennifer too in a way despite their differences. First among many the fact that they knew Edward very differently, I think. So I can’t actually fault him for becoming a Templar, ultimately he was indoctrinated. But when it comes to Connor I can’t really approve of his choices, at all.
What he did once he became an adult it’s on him and on him only. He wasn’t totally callous, we know that, but he was extremely manipulative and every bit the polarized man he once accused Achilles to be. I don’t think him so stupid to actually believe taking away people’s free will was the answer, his biggest weakness was that he acted like he was so sure of himself even when his morality was evidently on the fence on some matters. Kaniehti:io proved that, his son did the same.
Honestly? It was foolish of him not to accept Connor’s curiosity and tentative olive branch the first time. He’s a proud man, too proud and that was his downfall. Acting so condescendingly towards his son got him nowhere. He thought Connor to be naif, childish, incapable, easily manipulated. He underestimated him because he saw the Assassin before he saw his own child or even just a person and that dug a chasm between them. He kept rejecting him and trying to assert his authority on him as a father within the same breath, like pick a struggle! It was on him, things could have gone differently if he stopped thinking himself invincible for one second.
Then we have the love of my life, my dear Ratonhnhaké:ton. Literally a good soul. He’s such an incredible character and I wish more people would see that. The fact that so many in this fandom write him off as cynical and stoic doesn’t sit well with me at all, let me tell you that. Once again we’re just ignoring the character development? Not on my watch. The thing is with all the assassins, they all end up losing something, having the person they were at the beginning of the game beaten out of them, for good or bad. That’s just the pattern, they are all changed by the end and Connor is no exception. That fact that he had to go through such horrifying things at such a young age is bound to traumatize a person. People like to talk about his anger but you’d be surprised how little it actually appears throughout the game. His personality is gentle, a little awkward at times, determined, incredibly nurturing. This man rebuilt an entire village, he rebuilt an entire brotherhood, he learned to sail, to fight, to hunt, to speak the language of those who slaughtered his people without a second thought, their customs and rituals. He adapted over and over again, always making space for others if they were willing to take it without abusing it.
The only times he snaps is when people are doing just that: taking advantage. Of him, of his land and the people he loves. It’s a rightful anger, a protective anger, an anger that settles boundaries. It’s healthy, it’s important and I was just so happy to see it portrayed the way they did!
He’s a gentle giant, who deserves respect because he literally changed the course of history and he just got more death and pain in return. His story is particularly important because it tells a tale that it’s not just his but of his people. It’s cultural and it’s very real.
Him too, starts off softer around the edges and he’s forced to harden by the end of it. It’s not lack of character, it’s literal trauma! Edward would have loved him so much.
#ask games#text#replies#the fact that this got so long and i didn't even put everything i wanted to say#i'm sorry i'm like this#truly#didn't proof read this i'm sorry for any mistakes!#winedark#edward kenway#haytham kenway#connor kenway#thoughts on
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Assassin’s Creed Male Protags as Disney Men
I’m not apologizing
Explanations under the cut
Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad - The Beast/Prince Adam:
The fandom might love Alty but he’s a little shit and goes through a real slow burn romance. Who else is a little shit that goes through a real slow burn romance? Boom. The Beast. You can’t help but feel a bit bad for either of them. And they get better bc they are both vv lucky to have Belle and Maria at the end of the day.
Ezio Auditore da Firenze - Prince Naveen:
Coming up second place in the “little shit” category. OKAY maybe Ezio isn’t a prince or gets turned into a frog but here’s the thing; both of them have to have a little slice of humble pie shoved into their faces thru their journeys. And also the whole nobility or rich people getting shoved away from their families and losing everything at the hands of a guy with otherwordly magic? It works.
Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway - Prince Charming:
Underrated. If you don’t like Charming then you only saw the first Cinderella and NOT the cinematic masterpiece of Cinderella 3. You didn’t dig deep. And you have to do understand this amazing Assassin don’t underestimate him please I beg you. Also both have authority issues and are complete little shits to their dads so I MEAN it works.
Edward Kenway - Aladdin:
They are here for a good time, not a long time. They will steal your pants and not feel bad. But at the end of the day, they just want to be loved and do something great (will never forgive the Aladdin creators for stripping “Proud of Your Boy okay) and see wealth as a means to an end.
Shay Cormac - Prince Eric:
Both of them like the sea.
Arno Victor Dorian - Robert (from Enchanted):
“oh but you made a fic about this comparing-” OF COURSE I did, because it’s true. Not only do they each have a red haired love interest, but look at them?? Cynical, snarky, yet the softest heart ever once it is opened up? Need I say more??
Jacob Frye - Flynn Rider:
More chaotic forces. Not chaotic neutral but close. Jacob is the exact kind of crazy to scale a tower with no ladders or anything and Flynn is the exact brand of wild to look at something shiny (like the entire London town) and be like “huh. i like it and want to Keep It”. Also having Iconic Facial Hair does help.
Bayek of Siwa - Kristoff:
I mean animal companions they got that straight off the bat. ALSO Bayek drinks his respect women juice like. So hard you guys. What does Kristoff drink? Probably a lot of ice water AND his respect women juice. Underrated.
Alexios - Hercules:
Obvious? Maybe. But they are Greek, they are buff, they are himbo supremes, they have lost their homes and families and strive to reunite them and become a hero to get back that they feel they have lost and must be worthy of again, they are himbo supremes,
#lmk if i should do the sisterhood version#assassin's creed#altair ibn la'ahad#ezio auditore#connor kenway#shay cormac#edward kenway#arno dorian#jacob frye#bayek of siwa#alexios
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Hi Teecup!
I hate to add to your pile of asks, but I've just started watching Star Trek TNG and it made me wonder... what about a AssCreed × Star Trek crossover?
To be more precise, the kind of crossover I'm thinking of is one where we take the characters of AC and mix them with the premise of Star Trek, so everyone is hanging out on a starship and getting dragged into random adventures on a weekly basis.
We can separate the Assassins and Templars into Starfleet and Romulans if we want to keep the fight between the two going, though I'm actually more interested in seeing a situation where there is no reason to fight so those factions no longer exist, and everyone is allowed to interact and make friends with whoever they wish.
Also since I want to keep the joke of isekai protagonist Desmond going, maybe he gets transported into this parallel universe after dying and finds himself face to face with the Star Trek versions of all his ancestors, as well as... himself?
As long as you don't mind the long wait to get to your asks, just pile them in my asks hahahaha
We do have this Q is Desmond’s real father idea before because William Miles’s voice actor played Q and that includes Desmond getting sent to Stark Trek ‘verse.
So for this one, we’re going for AC cast in Star Trek but with the caveat that Desmond gets transported there from his previous world just to annoy him (and probably save his life but he can never be sure about that)
For this one, I like the idea that the Templars and Assassins have finally buried the hatchet because one of the main point of Star Trek (especially the early ones) is that humanity managed to unite. Of course, we can still make some of the Templars Romulans if we want to preserve the ‘antagonist’ route but imagine Desmond’s “????” whenever he learns that Templars he knew as super bad news have formed relationships with the Assassins ranging from “I don’t want to ally with them but they’re good at their job” to “besties!”
Desmond would feel a bit weirded out when Ezio just sigh when he learned they would be allying with a ship that has Cesare Borgia as a high ranking officer. He knows that Cesare’s probably on their side but he’s curious why Ezio looked less like he wants to kill him and more like he’s already tired just thinking about dealing with him.
Then he learned the reason why Ezio looked like that.
‘Allegedly’, Ezio slept with Cesare’s sister, Lucrezia Borgia during one of their downtime in the Borgia’s home planet. And nooooo, this wasn’t a case of “You fucked my sister, you must die!” revenge story. That would not have been complicated enough for Ezio’s messy love life. The problem was… Cesare didn’t get to join Ezio and his sister. Yeah, that’s it. Cesare wasn’t angry at Ezio. He was trying to get in Ezio’s pants (“Of course, we’ll invite my sister”) and Ezio is just… he’s done. He’s soooo done with everything. Fuck being the primary communication liaison of the crew. He’s gonna hide in his room and call his BFF back in his homeplanet (there’s a bet going on if said BFF was “the one who got away” – No that was his childhood sweetheart Cristina- or the “he doesn’t know he’s in love with his BFF or vice versa”)
My primary idea for the crew and a little bit of sprinkled lore:
The name of the ship would probably be Aquila to hammer in the bird motif. Another sorta weird names would be names used to talk about a group of eagles like convocation or eyrie or aerie. Or just go for Alamut which some call “Nest of Eagles”.
Edward Kenway is the Captain. He can be Haytham’s father and Ratonhnhaké:ton’s grandfather, a humanoid with long life and a thirst for adventure. In this life, he’s drinking buddies with Alaya and is also friends with Roberts. To make it funnier, he’s actually John Standish’s godfather (who is the son of Roberts and Haytham’s childhood friend)
Haytham is the First Officer because the entire crew (including his father) lives to make his life stressful. He’s married to Kaniehtí:io and their eldest joined the crew. There’s joke of nepotism because of this but it’s all said in a teasing manner because the Kenway men gets the job done. He trained Charles Lee (and the rest of his Templar Order) when they were fresh new ‘graduates’ so they like to call him Master Kenway.
Ratonhnhaké:ton is the Navigator and is being trained to be the Helmsman by the current Helmsman Adéwalé. He can usually be found talking to Ezio or Aveline. He’s really good at combat so he mostly join offworld missions which is why…
Aveline is the second Navigator in case Ratonhnhaké:ton is offworld. She’s also their offworld liaison if Ezio is not available. Sometimes, she also takes over the Communications Officer’s jobs. The crew is not entirely sure what her actual job is??? (Her parents divorced and her mother is alive. She and her stepmother are close as well and her stepmother is the Captain of another ship)
Adéwalé is the Helmsman and he had been ‘sailing’ with Edward for so long that Edward rarely had to give specific orders. Adéwalé is already doing what Edward wanted. It gives Haytham a headache because ‘communication’ is important, especially for reports and such. Adéwalé takes Ratonhnhaké:ton under his wing and Ratonhnhaké:ton calls him Uncle Ade.
The Science (technically called Research and Development Department) Division is under Altaïr’s complete control and no Kenway can go against him. He wants to go offworld to research one thing or another, he’s joining the offworld team. He wants them to take a pit stop in one of the colonies or world for materials or something, the ship would change course. Desmond didn’t even question it when he heard of it. He just said “… yeah, that sounds about right.” and moved along. The funny thing? Altaïr isn’t the Chief Science Officer. That’s the long suffering Malik Al-Sayf. Altaïr’s official position is “Second Officer”. He has an academic rivalry going on with Robert de Sablé and he still sends letter to his grandfather who is a high ranking government official of the United Federations of Planet.
Ezio is the Chief Communications Officer and he’s always part of the offworld teams (unless something comes up). He comes from a long line of Starfleet officers. His siblings are stationed in other ships and his father is a member of the United Federations of Planet.
Shay is the Security Chief and it is the second most stressful job (after Haytham) trying to keep the peace and order of the ship (okay, that’s an exaggeration). Most of the time, he just makes sure everyone is okay and safe whenever shit hits the fan. He’s pretty chill and is Haytham’s drinking buddy. He still writes to his mentor Achilles who taught him everything and to his childhood friend who joined another ship Liam.
Arno is part of the Chief Tactical Officer and he has a close professional relationship with Evie and Altaïr mainly because those two takes care of weapon upgrade… and other… uuuhh… ‘stuff’ their missions might need. He has a fiancee who is a high ranking officer of Starfleet.
Evie is the Chief Engineering Officer and is Altaïr’s number one supporter. Edward once joked that if Altaïr was to mutiny, they would be fucked because Evie would be first in line in shutting down all the engines and any security procotol they have in place. Ezio would like to stress it was more of a ‘mentor and student’ kind of thing. Desmond learned that Altaïr also had his hands on the Engineering Department and is like “yeah, that tracks too.” Evie has a rivalry going on with Lucy Thorne and her twin would just comment that they should sleep together once and get it over with.
Jacob is usually the captain of the offworld team unless a higher ranking officer joins then he’s the vice-captain. Close to Arno because he’s always asking for new ‘toys’ to play with. May or may not have a son who may or may not be adopted called Jack. The crew isn’t sure if he’s Jacob’s son or his protege.
I’m missing a few more main characters and the modern day characters so uuuhh… they’re there, I just couldn’t think of a position for them XD.
(I kept their species vague so you can make them any race you want. I will suggest that Altaïr be half-Vulcan though because he feels very Vulcan-ish but, honestly, pick whichever feels right for you or what would make you go “you know what would be fun”? XD)
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Hey! May I please get some headcanons for how Edward, Shay, and Arno would react to their S/O being worried about a college application and whether or not it'll be accepted? I applied on Thursday, and Im honestly so scared... thank you in advance
Heyo @prctectedlegacy (why the cazzo can't I find you in the usernames when I try to tag you???I just hope you will see these,once published) !Thank you for requesting this ;) Listen here,it's normal to feel scared/stressed/preoccupied/anxious about something so important like this,but try to think for the best,mh?For example: I cry. HAHAHAHAHAH,my dark humor and obvious sarcasm apart...for real,teake it easy buddy. But I would love to know if they'll accept you!So let me know,will you?
Also,I noticed that I became,literally from all of sudden,the CEO of comforting people with my headcanons. Like uh yes,feel free to confess your preoccupations to me: come get some you fuckers,I'm here to make you happy with my weak writing skill.
Now let's start,shall we?
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|°Edward°| :
He has been with you through everything,and with him,you passed and overwhelmed any kind of fear you had in the past: encouraging you when others put you down,rooting for you when others didn't believe in you,pushing you do to your best in and for everything all the time,being by your side with everything you had to face.
Edward was always here,with his strong determination and with his endless support for you.
Unless these times when he was drunk:in that case you would have found him passed out,either on the couch or on the bathroom's floor,blabbering things under his breath...but that's a negligible detail.
Getting in that college would have been a big step in your life,the one you always have wanted.But,for as much as you were excited and happy about it,needless to say that you were also,and obviously,scared.
You firstly tried to hide your preoccupation away from Edward,not wanting to ruin his costant,almost natural,'chill' nature,letting him playing his guitar in peace.
But nothing passed unseen under these deep blue eyes of his: nothing.
Finally deciding to open up your mind and sharing your thoughts with him,after he came back home from a pub where he played with his small,cheap band.
When Edward listened to you freely speaking about your worries,he gave you such a big smile and a relieved sigh.The bastard knew that something was off with the way you were behaving,but he didn't dare to touch that 'weak' spot,deciding instead to wait for you to take your time.
So there you were,sitting together outside the balcony of his apartment,in the middle of the night: you softly speaking as he carefully listened to everything,blue eyes fixed in your ones.
Comforting you in all the ways he knew,pulling and squeezing you in an endless and tight hug,not letting you go until you have calmed down.
He might haven't been a master with gentle words and philosophical speeches...so silence was all what he could give you.But,after some moments where he intensly observed you,he found his way with words:
"Why don't you go and take something to drink,mh?" as he gave you a sly wink and a lopside smirk.
"Let's drink to forget our sorrows" he exclaimed before taking a long sip from the bottle you brought him,actually managing to make you laugh.
Jokes apart,after drinking that beer,he became more serious,wrapping an arm around your waist,pulling you in his lap as he whispered to you truly and purely comforting words,genuinely soothing you down once for all.
Maybe it was his low,deep voice,speaking so firmly and decisively;or maybe it was the way he was lively convincing you that you will get in that 'goddamned college' -his own words.
Spending the other days together.
Slow/rough sex for making the stress go away.
Edward playing his guitar in the living room most of the time for you,with you sitting on the couch while you had his cat in your lap:listening to him playing something slow and nice always helped you to relax.
"You will get in that college.If you don't?That doesn't exist,darlin' "
Yes,he does have his own way with words,when he wants.
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|°Shay°| :
Shay was a man of few words,he was a man of action.And,most of all,he knew you way too well:so you possibly and literally can't hide anything from him.
"I have eyes and ears everywhere,little dove,remember this" he said with a serious voice once he started to talk about that almost crucial subject,but the sly smile he had on his lips just betrayed (see what I did there?I'm not sorry) his deep tone.
So you two had a long,long talk,him letting you speak freely as much as you wanted and needed,for only starting to talk and to exprime his thoughts just after you finished.
You didn't had idea of how he could have been so convincing,firm and ardent and triumphant while trying to make you reason:trying to let you understand that you WILL get accepted in that college.
Giving you a severe,yet gentle expression,telling you that you didn't had to be preoccupied of anything.
For as much as Shay was hopeful,he also was very,very stubborn and consequently he made you become a bit stubborn too: you,scared and convinced that everything was going to be a distaster;him,angry and almost desperate to change your mind,wiping off those bad thoughts you had.
He even called Haytham,one day.You heard him talking to the older man one afternoon,and you immediately found Shay in the living room,approaching you as he handed you the phone.
Needless to say that Mr Kenway said the exact same things that your boyfriend told you all the time the other days.Haytham loosing himself in a long,philosophical and almost paternal speech.
And Shay was glad when he actually managed to change your mind,even if a little,relieved when he saw you starting to see and think about things in a different way.
So,when he noticed that you were calmer,he started to spoil you.
Bringing you out for a date in such a nice restaurant,spending the whole evening together.
Sex,a lot of sex,all around the house,comfort sex to relieve you and to make you relaxed.Worshipping you all the time,always.
Giving you his four-leaf clover that he kept wrapped in an old and ruined bag,placing it in your hand,closing them around it.
"I hope it'll bring me luck" raising your almost teary eyes on his warm brown ones,him just giving you a snarky smile.
"You make your own luck"
"And if you won't get in,I will hunt these bastards down" he might have said with a light tone and a vague gesture with his hand,making you amused,but...oh he was able to do that.
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|°Arno°| :
Oh no...
You were convinced,more than anything,that Arno Dorian was a man who was able to read in your mind:he only needed an intense,deep stare at your eyes for finding out what was bothering you so much.
And when he finally understood what was wrong,he immediately...well.
If this man was anything,anxious was one of them.Quickly becoming anxious and preoccupied too,his thick eyebrows furrowed with worry as he sat beside you,taking your little hand in his big ones,bringing them up to his mouth,leaving a chaste kiss on the back of them.
"We can be anxious together,amour"
He tried to joke with a low voice,a bitter smile on his lips,hope starting to grow within himself as he saw the corner of your lips rising up slightly.
He had always known how much getting in that college was important for you.
The young man knew that so well:listening to you talking with passion about it,sharing with him your secrets and dreams;dreams and goals that he liked and shared a lot.
He loved seeing you so determinated and gritty about that: Arno knew that,if you wanted something,you HAD to get it,in all the ways you were capable of.And he was more than willing to help you.
But seeing all that passion,will and hope being overwhelmed by anxiety,worries and pessimism?
It was a big problem for Arno,too: he was so emphatic,and seeing you being so preoccupied just put him down.
The last thing he wanted for you was to be upset.So he tried his best to make you feel in a better mood,rising your spirit up by telling you that he truly and firmly believed in you and in your skills.
He truly did.Nothing fascinated Arno more than seeing how your eyes light up with that ardent glimpse whenever you talked about the things you were passionate about.
Cheering you up by preparing a hot bath,candles lit up all around the dark room as steam raised from the bathtub.
Cuddling together way more than before.Lots,tons of cuddles for you.
Distracting you by walking hand in hand in the city,in the middle of the night,enjoying the quiet and paceful atmosphere as you both silently talked about anything.
Forehead kisses. Oui.
Him reading out loud some of his favourite poems,his hands wandering in your ones,playing with your fingers as he continued to read for you,calming you down a lot.
"A croissant?"
That man makes love,he doesn't just fuck.
Arno was totally and utterly devoted towards you: a romantic man if you wish,a man who always gave you endless support and a man who would give his heart and soul to see,and make,you happy.
~~~~~
Ta daaa. Hope you liked them buddy ;) <3
(Also,a little note: I just hope I got their personality right?Especially with Shay,since I rarely have written something about him ;/)
Addio.
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SNK #129 - Advance
Just a tender moment between contemporaries before they get blown up.
Part of writing a good finale means laying down groundwork – setting the stage. The set piece has to go somewhere, after all. The final set piece for this series will be, appropriately so, Eren Jaeger in a sea of Titans. But we have to get there first, so let’s take a moment to set the board and see who is where.
The first thing we see is the body of Daz, floating softly to the bottom of the bay. Then we see Samuel who somehow still has a face left. (It was here I remembered I was reading Shingeki no Kyojin and not Berserk.) Because of the month hiatus, for me anyway, there was a little extra impact seeing the results of Connie’s “betrayal.” Armin is still wounded; Annie and Reiner are not far behind.
They’ve been tasked with protecting Kiyomi and her clan from the Jaegerists. It’s a task that proves more difficult as time wears on because there are so damn many of them. The 3DM is tailor-made to fight Titans and the Paradisians have a full century of practice. Even greenhorn chumps like Floch and his crew, with the right tools, can do serious damage. In addition to that, who knows what other insider info The Usurper himself has given them?
The Female and Armored Titans are getting bombarded. They aren’t going to make it and Falco is the only one with the nerve to say it out loud. This is one of those moments where two things can be true at the same time. Is Falco ready for the stressors of transforming and using the Jaws Titan, let alone for battle? Clearly not. Does the alliance really have a choice if they don’t want their narrow window of opportunity to be closed? The answer is also no. None of these plans will be perfect.
It took me a minute to pick up what she was putting down here. The idea is to sail ahead of Eren’s Rolling Apocalypse and cut him off with Hizuru’s flying machine. As far as prevent defense goes, there are worse things you can do. There’s still the matter of what to do when they get there, but right now it’s a race to make sure only 40% of the continent is flattened.
Let’s not get it twisted, alright. I do not like this dude. But! I love how Commander Handsome still casts his shadow over this entire series. He’s been dead for years now both in story and IRL yet his influence rings true even in the absolute bastards. Hange is Erwin’ successor. They do what they can every day to live up to his legacy. Floch does the same, but clearly as someone who has only read Erwin’s Problematic Fave entry. He survived Erwin’s suicide charge fully in tact and decided the reason he was still alive was to become the Devil that Erwin didn’t get the chance to be. Not by becoming a Titan, mind you, but by becoming an autocratic piece of shit.
In this way, Erwin Smith is a lot like The Boss from MGS3. His legacy as a hero of man stands tall over even his own life. After his death, people have interpreted (or misinterpreted or reinterpreted) his will. The countless arguments I’ve seen about how he would deal with Eren; if he would support Eren; what his plan would be for a Marley counterattack. All of this is why Levi basically chose to kill him on that rooftop. Sometimes death can be mercy.
The last thing I want to talk about is the theme of succession. It was very prevalent in this chapter. It’s a major theme of this story in general.
Even if we die. Even after we die.
Every advance we make as human beings is in part thanks to the toil and failures and, yes, bloodshed of our predecessors. We stand on the shoulders of the giants that came before us. In my favorite Assassin’s Creed title, Black Flag, there is a nice moment near the end of the main story between fictional pirate Edward Kenway and real pirate Mary Read. Mary has been rescued from captivity but is near death. She knows she can go no further and asks Edward, “I’ve done my part. Will you?”
That is the thesis of the franchise which features treasure hunts and time travel. Well, genetic time travel anyway. Shingeki no Kyojin asks the same question. Commander Erwin stood upon a mountain of corpses that grew taller with each mission. When it was time for him to lay down his life so that his people could advance further than they were yesterday, he did so with little trepidation. The main idea is the same here. You take the baton for the sake of passing it forward.
I appreciated this moment of reflection from Magath much more than the crocodile tears from the last chapter. I expected it from Shadis, who has always been an exceptional teacher, but seeing Magath come to the same conclusion via his own troupe of Eldians was cathartic in a way. It was a good end to his character arc; he at least deserves that much.
And what more can I say about Keith Shadis. I knew he was a real one from the very start. He didn’t see himself as special, but he was special to the people that knew him, undoubtedly. Years ago, as I was climbing out of a dark place in my life, my best friend told me something that I’m sure he thought was a throwaway line that stuck with me ever since. I’ve repeated it constantly as a mantra.
“We’re all geniuses. In our own way.”
I never forgot that. Shadis fell into a deep depression of his own after leading the Survey Corps to staggering losses on numerous campaigns. A young, brilliant commander succeeded him, which left Shadis to become an instructor: his true talent. Both men were talented, as was Eren, just not in the ways any of them thought.
Stray Thoughts
- To continue the theme of passing torches, Falco was emboldened by the latent will of Porco Galliard: one of his mentors and the previous holder of the Jaws Titan.
- There’s a lot of words I want to say about the design of Falco’s Titan form, how it relates to birds and how those animals were basically indistinguishable from dinosaurs as we know them today. But that isn’t my area of expertise and I have a long queue to deal with so just know that I like it a lot.
- Mikasa and Annie working together. Will Nature’s wonders ever cease?
- Let’s not mince words here. This may be the last time these folks ever see Paradis Island. Until proven otherwise, this is very much a one-way trip.
- It’s the beginning of the end, at last. We’re entrenched in the middle of the Final Act. It wouldn’t surprise me if we didn’t see Eren (or Historia) until the very last update. It’s been a pleasure reading along with everyone and I thank you for spending even a little bit of your time each month reading my thoughts. I’ve taken leaps and bounds as a writer and on top of that, it’s just been hella fun.
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shit i know about ac3
Via osmosis, accidental wikihopping, fanfic, walking in on my sister playing it, etc
Connor isn’t actually his real name, but a colonial name that was given to him to make him “more english” or some imperialistic bullshit, his actual name is Ratonhnhaké:ton, which idk how to pronounce yet because I haven’t heard it
Haytham is a Templar, also Connor’s father
also Haytham’s father was a hot piece of ass named Edward Kenway who was a fucking pirate.
ffs man how do you have a goddam pirate for a dad and end up a goddamn templar
“Where’s Charles Lee”
William Miles is a Thing and I don’t want that to be a Thing
He’s a Bastard and an abusive father
ac3 is controversial and I had no less than 4 people go “tell me when you get there”
opinions on Connor range from from “he’s just angry all the time” to “my beautiful child, absolute baby boy, will protect”
opinions on Connor also are “but he’s not Ezio”
yeah
Ezio’s trilogy finished
I heard an opinion from someone that Connor would actually greatly benefit from a love interest, to encourage him to be less angry, and idk how I feel about that as a concept
Desmond Gets Shafted and Not in the Fun Way
Spoiler territory but I think George Washington is a templar and he has some dlc called the tyrrany of king washington?
ALSO spoiler territory but something something George Washington had something to do with Connor’s village being destroyed??
we follow Connor throughout a large portion of his life, similar to ac2, because I know Connor starts as a bab
something something Juno doing some fucked up shit to Connor’s life?
you can pick off redcoats, that’s a plus
William Miles gets captured by Abstergo and honestly good fucking riddance
but no, we go save him because Reasons
Connor’s an Aries
There’s some Bullshit going on with the american founding fathers and like, they’re probably not historically accurate
which is fine.
did we not see what happened with the Borgias and Cesare
You get a boat named the Aquila, which is the constellation that Altair’s name comes from :) I like this one :)
Now I get to play the game and see how this hodge podge of information shakes out or matches up!
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