[ ooc -- i get all these wonderful promos and i have no fucking clue as to why since i don't do anything on this account. [/lotsofsobbing] ]

    So as I stated a few days ago I recently hit 400 followers(I’m actually over it by a bit now seeing as though I’ve been lazy doing this), and honestly you don’t know how excited I am. I started this blog in late October, so I’ve had this blog for around four months I wanna say? And so the fact that I gained 400 followers in just four short months really says something about how I play Ezio (Unless it’s the horrible jokes that brought you here), but whether or not it was the jokes, or my portrayal, or even something different that brought you here, but whichever it was I thank you all, so very much and I hope that in the future I can do something with all of you, even if that means I have to send a joke to everyone.

    Anyways, since I myself am not the most comfortable with giveaways (I don’t have anything to give either since I’m horrible at icons or anything worth giving away) I decided that I would do a follow forever since that was my second go to. And please note that even if you’re not listed here it doesn’t mean I don’t like you or anything negative! The ones listed here are just ones I have met in my travels and have adored ever since.

A-G: 

aegaeonpirate, alabastermonarch,auspicis, apexjager, assholeinahoodie, alabastermonarch, bellatricis, cerisehimea, calisvol, commandersheparrd, carlaradames, disputationix, diaboluscarnifex, discipleofthecreed, dolcetters, e4g1e, elitejakuzure, fistsofgolden, warriormohawk, fulmen—-s, florentinebeauty, femaletitantype, glacialiscalor, gefallenejustiz

H-N: 

horosuru, hhhawke, integered, inkuakuma, illepidam, icescarred, infirereborn, invenirus, keyblxde, koszonet, krepusko, kancabicak, k-u-r-o-s-a-k-i, keyisumser, kannonai, khets, laceraalas, leonskennedy, minimus—aquila, mercilessvictor, notsostillman, 

O-U: 

ostean, paleae-hat, puniceum, prestigiouskilljoy, roiours, rulingseas, supernus-magus, scarlet-knight, svikarithessi, singlasses, salutificator, solelycan, sensei-nise, taiyoumajesty, tempore-sagitta, the-devoutassassin, trouillard, two-handed-lobo,  tacitamare, uvaer, 

V-Z: 

valorousx, vingthor, xarchfiend, xrisen, valiane, 

[/holes self up in bureau] 

don't be a fucking smart-ass with me, boy.

he glared pointedly at hand in his hold. "no, I'M working. working on tasks assigned to YOU." accusation sharpened his tongue like a whetstone as he released altaïr's hand to jab a finger at the mentor's direction. 

[ uh oh. busted. ]

[ goes still when he’s caught but keeps up the deadpan. ]

            “Working.”

[ technically it’s true. ]

Waiting by the bedside, Malik waited until Tazim settled beneath the covers. "Perhaps when you finish the book, you can tell me the story." he suggested, lightly patting the other's shoulder, "I will see you tomorrow."

"Mm…but it’s such a good book, baba." he kept smiling, shuffling away to go wash his face and crawl into bed.  Tazim was so easily persuaded by Malik, maybe it was his fatherly nature, maybe it was respect, but the younger loved the older man too much to ever argue with him. 

at first, the dai didn't think much of the fact that his pile hadn't decreased by the slightest even after an hour, while altair's seemed to be minimizing steadily. but after a moment, he began to wonder. secretly, he watched through the corners of his eyes to spot the man sneak several documents into malik's load. the sly bastard. keeping silent, he waited until the white-clad assassin's hand moved to set aside more work to capture altair's wrist with blinding speed as a snake would grasp its prey. "what the hell do you think you're doing?"

[ yesyes gets to work and works diligently. though every now and then he gets a new sheet and lifts to peer at it before placing it back down again and if you look carefully he may or may not be putting it back in the wrong pile as he gets another sheet— ]

[/sits beside and divvies the sheaf into two (somewhat) equal piles of papers and slides one pile towards the other] Work. [/quickly starts on his own share of the work]

… … Please do assist. [ even sends a man to get you a chair to sit at my desk ]

discipleofthecreed:

                    “…”                     [ his face says i hate you ]

[/scoffs] So you don't want me to help you with these?

[ perches in here ]

[/allows your nest of pillows will be on the left side of the bureau]

Pride preventing his tongue from amending his words, he merely grunted in response, having no intention to respond until... 

Mother hen. 

A thin noise of irritation escaped from between his teeth as he shrugged off the hand. "I don't worry; and if you are looking to strengthen the flock, wouldn't that make you the father? ." The words came in a grumble as he leaned back against the wall.

Swallowing back his smirk in lieu of a faint frown, he reached up and rubbed his abused head as Malik continued on with his scolding. He had only meant what he said in light jest. Mostly. For disciplined men some assassins had a tendency to freely complain — namely Abbas who elected to continue being a pain in his side no matter his rank.

"Peace, brother. I know well the discipline that these responsibilities I have taken on require. Perhaps you would realize as much if you did not expect me to stir trouble as well." Four fingers clasped the younger’s shoulder and his expression deadpanned before he said rather plainly, "Do not worry for your child, mother hen, he shall strengthen this flock to last."

me playing assassin’s creed

pffft malik is my fav 

Quiet laughter escaped the man once more as he lifted a hand to tousle his son's already disheveled hair. "You shouldn't be up for so long, Tazim; everyone needs sleep." His voice was stern but still held warmth. "Go wash and rest." 

Tazim’s eyes were red, dark bags hanging under them.  His face was a little greasy and his hair messy.  He bit his lip as his father poured over the book but took it back, “I um…I…up all night reading it.” he smiled dreamily as he took the book back and held it to his chest, “It’s very good, forgot I was here for a minute…” his voice cracked a bit, his head dipping a bit from not sleeping.

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ooc:// Sorry for disappearing on this site. Outside of slaving away and breaking my back (figuratively speaking, I mean) in a coffee shop, I've been studying for my finals, which are actually this week. Until then, I don't think I can get much done; but hey, breaks coming up so we have that to look forward too!  Until then, and the very best of luck to those who are taking finals. 

you did NOTb r e a k me.                  —— i’m [ still ] fighting. 

-walking around the house barefoot, his nose buried in a book- -ungracefully runs smack dab into Malik's back-

A quiet grunt escaped the man as he quickly steadied himself before turning to face his son. “Tazim…” Disguising his mild amusement, Malik gently plucked the book from the other’s hold; his expression deadpanned, save the gradual arch of his dark brow. “You should be careful.” he chided before turning his attention towards the book, glazing over the first couple paragraphs — without paying close attention to its contents — then returning it to its owner. “This must be a good book for you to be completely unaware of your surroundings.” He quietly chuckled, more out of adoration than mockery.

but how do you roleplay?

oh yeah if you guys want to interact, feel free to shoot a message and so forth and so on... you know -u-