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he ate him up im afraid
That's what's up!! You tell him Ratonhnhaké:ton!
“Nothing is true; everything is permitted.”
To say “nothing is true” is to say that a person’s “truth” is defined by its society and beliefs, and can be easily influenced or dissolved by its people. You must question authority and "You" must make your own "truth" in order to live how you please.
To say “everything is permitted” is to say that we have choices in life, and we may choose how we live, and that our choices have consequences. To have faith or not, to have kill or spare, to live or die, our choices have consequences, no matter how small or how terrible. We are the masters of our lives, and we choose how to live. And we live with our actions no matter what.
“We work in the dark, to serve the light. We are assassins.”
To work in the dark is to enter the unknown, to enter the darkness, to feel pain, loss, hardship and sorrow. The darkness is a hidden, dangerous path. But the willingness to go through such sorrow is to have hope, to fight, and safeguard humanity’s freedom. Assassins operate often in shadows, in secrecy and sacrifice to protect humanity, from oppressive forces.
To serve the light, is to have hope that you will find the light and warmth of humanity, no matter how dimly it may be. The lightness symbolizes hope, knowledge, wisdom, and to strive and embrace a better world.
You Are Enough
Ok, so I was playing AC Mirage in the middle of last night for the second time. I enjoyed the game for what it was, despite some nitpicks. It nestled right in with the og games. While playing, this idea popped into my head so I decided to write this little drabble. We all have our moments when we feel like we have to work hard to prove something to people before focusing on improving ourselves. Hopefully this can lift up someone who understands because I certainly do. Enjoy.
The story is a Basim x reader using the female pronouns instead of y/n. But feel free to use whatever you prefer.
Basim gasped for breath as he rose up from his sleep. Another nightmare. Nothing new, all the same. He gazed up at the ceiling for a brief moment and began to control his breathing. After looking around the darkened room, he was preparing to lay back down to fall back asleep, until he heard a faint noise downstairs. It wasn't quite loud, but just enough to be heard.
Curious, he lifted the covers off of him and stepped out of bed to go check the source of the noise. As he descended down the stairs, he peered around to see a faint light glowing with a female silhouette near it. Her back was turned and Basim was so quiet she didn't hear anything as she was attentively focused working on something.
Basim softly called out her name. She snapped her head to face him and smiled. She was a bit startled because she was not aware of his presence or how long he was standing there, but paid it no mind.
"Basim, I thought you were asleep." She said. He shrugged. "Well I was, but..." He paused, not feeling like addressing the matter why he was awake. So he focused on her reasoning instead. "Still working on that project I see."
"Uh-huh." She replied dismissively. Basim knew about this. She's been working all afternoon, and for whatever reason had a habit of doing projects well into the day without the consideration of rest. Once before when she completed something after many days working on it, the sheer fatigue was so evident in her face she looked as if she might collapse. He can see it now when she turned to face him in that brief moment. Dark circles formed around her eyes, the weary yet determined expressions.
Basim didn't want to intrude on her and tell her that she should take a break. Perhaps she was just a hard-worker and that was part of the regime. But now, he knows he needs to say something.
"You really should rest. You are going to work yourself into exhaustion." He said with genuine concern, stepping closer to her.
She glanced quickly at him before turning to her duties. "I-I know I just want to get this done first."
Allah, she even sounds tired. Basim thought.
"You can get this done another day." He suggested, reaching out to rub her shoulder. She looked like she was in pain being hunched over for however long she was sitting there.
Basim did not understand what happened in that moment when she suddenly stopped what she was doing and looked down at the table, only to begin sobbing.
He called her name again and turned her shoulder towards him so she could face him. He took her chin gently in his hand to raise her face up. "What's the matter?" She closed her eyes and shook her head.
"Talk to me habibi, tell me what's wrong."
She rolled her eyes trying to avoid more tears from falling, which failed. She still refused to look at Basim, even when she faced him. She felt embarrassed crying to him over this. But why?
"It's just that," she hesitated. "I feel like I'm not doing enough, like no matter how much I try it's never enough."
Oh. Now it all makes sense.
"What has happened to you in this place we have to call life, that makes you feel this way about yourself?" He asked tenderly. Her shoulders sagged when Basim started to massage them, patiently awaiting her answer.
"I see others work very little or about the same and they gain so much. It's like no one gives me a chance to prove myself, to show what I am capable of. This is why I work so hard, stay up late, compromise my well-being."
Basim stared at her with eyes of compassion and understanding. He knows what that feels like. He himself has endured it many times within the Brotherhood of the Hidden Ones. Even now, he still struggles with those moments of inadequacy. But he didn't want to focus on himself, he's going to tell her what he had to learn.
"Look at me." He said firmly, yet kindly enough for her to raise her tearful eyes at him. "You cannot waste your time trying to find worth from others before you find it within yourself. You have to realize that you are enough. Otherwise if you keep trying to seek everyone else's approval and they don't see it, neither will you. Embrace all that you are. Your flaws, your talents, your weaknesses, your strengths. That is what makes you who you are, no one else. That is what makes you more than enough, habibi."
He cupped her face in his hands, gazing intently into her eyes because he wants her to hear this clearly and concisely.
"You are enough."
As she stared into his honey brown eyes, she knew he meant everything he said. This was not about just making her feel better, she had to see her worth first before seeking anyone's validation. Risking her own self-care was not necessary for this.
"Thank you, Basim." She said ever so softly, still reeling from his words.
He gave her a small, yet sweet smile before leaning closer to place a kiss on her forehead. "Now come to bed, rest your body."
She nodded. Then after placing her equipment neatly on the table, she covered the small flame to blow out the lamp, and stood up with Basim to head upstairs.
"I will never forget your words Basim." She said. "But I sometimes do tend to fall back into my habits."
"It happens to all of us." Basim admitted. "But when you do, make sure my words come to mind."
"Devil May Cry" The anime series from Capcom, official Announcement.
Greatest intro to any AC game ever.
So a few weeks ago I finished the entire Discovery Mode Tour for Assassin’s Creed Origins after completing the game a couple months before. You know what I love about the Discovery Mode? Taking lots of pictures!! So here’s a few of my favorites that I was able to capture. Might do another set with more pictures afterwards.
First set: Meet the family
During my latest play trough of AC3, I've thought a lot about the reasons Ratonhnhaké:ton has remained my favorite through the years. Since I first played the games, he has been my favorite of the entire cast of main characters- a fact a few friends of mine don't understand. He does differ from most video game protagonists, after all. He lacks the usual charm and witty humor that often make a main character likable. Actually, he talks very little and most humor is created by other characters and their reactions to Ratonhnhaké:ton's seriousness or him not following the western social norms (I laugh out loud each time I see the cutscene of Washington shaking his hand, and looking horrified when he doesn't let go). This considered, it's not surprising at all that he often gets overlooked by fans as the "bland protagonist." Even in-game there is Haytham taking his spotlight as a wittier, more traditionally likable (as in charismatic with funny one-liners, rather than being a good person).
Actually, my revelation came from the game the Long dark I have been playing religiously over the winter. Especially from this specific poem, which can be found as a collectible from the big, empty map, where the player has to survive alone against the Canadian winter.
(Sorry for the terrific photo. I looked for ages for an actual screenshot, but couldn't find one)
The poem reminds me a lot about Ratonhnhaké:ton's dialogue in the epilogue of Forsaken, which was cut off the game for whatever reason, which still drives me mad (the book sucks otherwise. Not even sorry).
"Mother, Father, I am sorry. I have failed you both.
I made a promise to protect our people. I thought, I thought if I could stop the Templars. If I could keep the Revolution free from their infulence, that those I supported would do what was right, they did, I suppose, do what was right, what was right for them.
As for you Father, I thought I might unite us, that we would forget the past and forge a better future. In time I believe you could be made to see the world as I did, to understand. But it was just a dream. This to I should have known.
Were we not meant to live in Peace then? Is that it? Are we born to argue, to fight? So many voices, each demanding something else. It has been hard at times but never harder than today. To see all I worked for preverted, discarded, forgotten. You would say I would have described the whole of history Father. Are you smiling then? Hoping I might speak the words you long to hear, to validate you, to say all along you were right. I will not. Even now, faced as I am with the truth of your cold words, I refuse. Because I believe things can still change. I may never succeed. The Assassins may struggle another thousand years in vain, but we will not stop.
Compromise, that is what everyone has insisted upon. And so I have learned it, but differently than most I think. I realize now that it will take time. That the road ahead is long and shrouded in darkness. It is a road that will not always take me where I wish to go. And I doubt I will live to see its end, but I will travel down it none the less. For at my side walks hope, in the face of all that insists I turn back, I carry on. This, this is my compromise. "
Both the poem and the epilogue both have this strange, melancholic kind of hope, for a better future, one, that you might not live to see, but which is still worth the trouble, since even if you might not be there, someone, your children and children's children will.
Ratonhnhaké:ton's story is about hope, and it is about kindness. He is a rare character in a way that even after everything that happens, everything he does, each time other people use him for their own gain, he refuses to lose his way. At the end he is still defined by his kindness, one he was ridiculed throughout the game, but which he hung on to. He has grown and matured, less naive, but he is still willing to fight for the world and a better tomorrow, however far that might be. He wasn't beaten into submission, but he saw the bad and the evil, and he decided not to let it change him.
And the best thing about his story, of course, that in the end, he did have a family, and he did see his daughter have it better than he did. His hope walked him home.
AC3 is a game that teaches, that people and the world will wrong you, the older generation isn't always wrong, your parents can be wrong. Blood doesn't make a family. You are allowed to hold on to your anger, but don't let it change you. Face the world and decide that it is good enough to fight for. There is always room for dreamers, for the ones chasing butterflies and building castles in the sky.
The ending is also the beginning of Ratohnhaké:ton's healing. I truly love, how the game ends with him completing his ultimate quest, and moving on. There is no more Assassin's creeding: there is the rest of the world, his life, the future.
“They know you come, the man in the white hood. They’ll be looking for you.” “They won’t find me. I’m but a blade in the crowd.”
15th anniversary of ASSASSIN’S CREED (November 13, 2007)
It was on this day November 13th, 15 years ago on wards, we were reliving memories from a group of extraordinary badasses through history, whose stories were quite impactful that we can say we have learned some lessons along the way. Throughout their journeys we...
Watched them as children:
Rooted for them in their victories:
Cried for them during their tragedies:
Smiled with them in their happiness:
And most of all, we learned from them that Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted.
They work in the dark to serve the light.
They are Assassins.
Happy Anniversary Assassin’s Creed!
**pictures and gif are not mine, they were found on google
i totally forgot to post this on the 10th year anniversary of assassin’s creed 3! i made a tribute to ratonhnhaké:ton/connor to cry to because it’s what he deserves. he means so much to me and his story moves me to this day.
Damn I love him and the game itself
You know what? I’m SICK of the MCU fandom!! These fans are the most inconsiderate, disrespectful, two-faced, ungrateful, ignorant, and racist people I have seen! I couldn’t believe how fans were going on YouTube, bitching on a Sony video that was promoting one of their other movies, about why they didn’t do another No Way Home trailer. Fans hate other characters that don’t really deserve the hate they received and probably don’t know a damn thing about said characters, yet turn around and adore another character that has done much worse. So fucking ignorant! John Walker and Zemo come to mind on this one. When CA: Civil War and Infinity War came out, fans were praising the Russo brothers to hell and high water, then after Endgame came out you fans were threatening the Russos because you didn’t like the story. They didn’t write the damn story, they were just the directors! That’s where the ungratefulness plays along. These fucking fans need to just admit that you are pissed to see Sam Wilson get his respect and shine because apparently you think the FATWS should be The Bucky Show, completely disregarding Sam’s importance on that fucking show! This is coming from a Bucky fan. Dammit, I LOVE superheroes, Marvel, and DC as well. Speaking of DC, not all their films have been great since the DCEU, but I don’t see the fans acting half as stupid as the MCU fans are. Notice, I said the MCU, not Marvel for a reason. Hell, I appreciated the beginning of the MCU where all these heroes got to shine on the big screen, but what the fuck have they done?? I’m glad I didn’t involve myself too deep into this shit. I’m just gonna stay a casual superhero movie fan and that’s that.
Hmmm, does anyone still remember this game?? Anyways, let me take the time to acknowledge this one mindfuck of a game that came out on this day 7 years ago.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY FOR THE EVIL WITHIN! (OCTOBER 14)
Just a Valenfield post. The best duo in the game. Really wish to see them together again in a game
Happy 20th Anniversary Devil May Cry!
Released on August 23, 2001 in Japan.
On this day, 20 years ago, mankind was introduced to a half demon, half human hunter who kept demons at bay, had a love of eating pizza and strawberry sundaes, and let's not forget became one of the most badass, slickest mofos the world has ever seen…
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY DEVIL MAY CRY!
the falcon & the winter soldier | one world, one people ↳ captain america’s wings
He looked so badass!
On this day, 25 mf years ago, the doors to the Spencer mansion was opened, inviting those who dare enter to explore the unspeakable horrors that awaits them.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY RESIDENT EVIL!