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[ecglesoul]

#𝐄𝐂𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 is an independent and selective assassin's creed multimuse ! canon and historical original characters are featured. low to moderate activity. mun is 25 +.

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𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.

ON HIATUS.

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[nocturnalhag]

𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔 ; 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 🏹🍃

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[ecglesoul]

❝ Rumor has it that I have been missed — terribly. ❞

[ecglesoul]

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[ecglesoul]

My loves, I think it is best to properly put this blog on hiatus as I have little to no muse for my children. AC will always have a special place in my heart and memory but I guess it is time to rest my blade -aka pen- for now. Thank you very much for sticking with me this far, it means A LOT to me. It is completely fine to unfollow this blog. I hope my muse for them will return one day but it seems unlikely atm. Anyway, take care !

[ofspvrta]

"Sorry to disappoint." Though discussing business over a drink didn't sound like a bad idea, discussing business in a crowded, rowdy location like this was not entirely ideal. Too many ears and too many chances that Templars could be listening in. While she had been told to maintain a balance between chaos and order, she couldn't help but find her goals more aligned with the Brotherhood. Most of the time at least. To her knowledge, Kenway is neither, but he has been seen with a hidden blade, and his reputation precedes him. A commotion is brewing, Kassandra has learned in all her time on this earth how to be alert in a crowded room. Usually, she was the danger, but right now, she only seeks an audience with the Captain. Could she find the artifact herself? Most likely, but with Templars already here, her timeline was short.

An artifact had already been discovered according to her Staff, a building of sorts, something she would have to investigate later, but there was something else here. Something harder to find. But she would find it. "Nothing wrong with a bit of madness if it gets the job done." The Keeper says, keeping her tone light and friendly for the moment. As the sounds from the other corner grow louder, she leans in, resting her forearm on the table. "I cannot tell you what I'm looking for here, too many ears and too many sorts who would seek such an item. But there is a handsome reward in it for you if you help me with what I seek." She lays her accent heavy on the part about rewards.

"The matter is... time sensitive."

[ecglesoul]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋’𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 twitches at the right corner; through the drunk haze in his ocean blues shines amusement in its purest form. ❝ Ye understand me, lass — I like that. ❞ On open waters and land alike, the touch of madness is truly the key to numerous fortunes often times. But alas, like-mindedness alone won’t be enough to sail this Captain’s ship nor the promises of handsome rewards, which often fall way too easily from a stranger’s mouth. ❝ Is it now? ❞ A hiccup that threatens to escape in the most.. disgraceful way is immediately concealed by the back of his hand when he leans back in his seat. The grin that follows is meaningless, it is a after affect of the fizz in his gut, stirred by the motion that registered as a fishing boat’s sway to his intoxicated ❝ I’m interested, I truly am — in this valuable thing you speak of, and the reward besides. ❞ Nay lies there. The Observatory and the rain of fortune it should rain ‘pon him is truly what he lives for. ❝ But why don’t you fetch me one of these as a proof of our upcoming good partnership, eh? Unfortunately I am a thirsty man still. ❞ Once again the back of his fingers tap the empty bottle, blatantly ignoring the loud noises near the bar this time. Would be a shame if a commotion finally broke loose and hit her while she is at it, no? And if he used that time to, you know, make his exit like a gale.

Templars, Assassins and whatever the dance between them is, after all, not a concern to a Pirate. He will take what he can, and be on his way to chasing new horizons before even the Devil can catch him. At the very least, that is what he tells to himself; the echo of Adéwale’s words is not loud enough to drown the voice of his own, not yet.

❝ We can continue where we left off on my ship, then. ❞

[ecglesoul]

Lays on your dash. Hi

[ezioauditore-s]

local himbo unaware his best friend is 🌈🌈

[ecglesoul]

I just casually remembered I was going to add bayek as a muse

[shatinn]

Thaletas and Alexios

(love at first sight? no. goosebumps and tingles? Absolutely!)

[cavillarie]

+ You would have done the same to save the ones you love. - Yes, I would. and I have.

[astriloquum]

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

[ecglesoul]

❝ La mia bellissima sorellina*! ❞ Joy is a vibrant, soft laugh on his lips that illuminates his features in an instant the moment his amber gaze finds her. The hand reaching for her is an invitation for an older brother's embrace. It feels like it has been ages since he was last blessed with her presence, should he be honest. ❝ It’s always a joy to see you. ❞ / @auditxre

[ecglesoul]

#𝐄𝐂𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 is an independent , selective and private assassin's creed multi-muse. canon muses: malik al-sayf, federico auditore da firenze and thaletas of sparta. there are two historical original characters with assassin's creed verses available. mun is 25+ and not at all new to the fandom ! please give this a like or reblog so that i can check out your blog.

[madderbythesecond]

Starter for ecglesoul

Dea looked over her shoulder as another man entered Leonardo's studio as she scribbled a half finished poem from her notebook while she reclined on some furniture. Her beloved childhood friend was so busy working on something that he had refused to see her even though she'd brought him food.

"Leonardo isn't receiving visitors, Signore. You'll have to come back later." She said, there was a hint of annoyance in her voice at this new habit of her dear beloved friend.

@ecglesoul

[ecglesoul]

The scent of the Sun and Venice still clings to the young man's frame, weariness from his seven-day trip aches his bones still. Yet, it is not enough to wither his liveliness. But perhaps, not being able to see his friend, despite having received a letter from them, just might be. ❝ Ah, is that so? ❞ One brow unintentionally rises at the hint of annoyance in her tone, his eyes then catch the sight of untouched plate set on the table. ❝ Are the muses of the maestro singing for him perhaps? ❞ That is usually when Leonardo prefers to keep the doors closed. But perhaps something else happened between these two? If so.. Well, it is not really his business to meddle, is it? So, he opts to pull out the letter that he had received a couple days ago.

❝ Bella dama, I have this letter that tells me to come see him. So perhaps you could ask him and see if he changes his mind ❞ His compliment, laced with hints of vivid youth and mellow warmth, does give the impression that it comes from the depth of his heart; his well known charm as an Auditore but what matters most is the sympathy revealed in his amber eyes just when he leans in a bit, as well as the quiet appeal echoing just beneath. ❝ ― Per favore? ❞

[ecglesoul]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 : Fe.de.ri.co. *** these are old but still valid headcanons.

01. He loves racing through rooftops. He also loves poetry, especially the works of Fran.ce.sco Pet..rarc.a ( his favorite ), Bo.cc..accio and Da..nt..e. Throughout his lifetime, he’ll collect the works of these brilliant poets to install a small library in his P.ala.zzo in Rome. In it, he’ll also gather his own small, amateur poems. 02. It was him who taught C...l..au..dia, his younger sister, how to wield a sword and knife. Indeed, his main focus was E.zi..o per on his father's request, but he knew that their younger sister would also need to defend herself, that they may not be around when she needed help, soo. Pe..tru..c..cio on the other hand, was too young and sadly, passed away too soon. 03. In his youth, before the Au.di.to..re exe..c.ution, Fed.er.ic.o was originally schooled to become a banker in a M.ed..ici bank. However, he hid a sack of florins on a rooftop which resulted in him being removed from payroll. I headcanon that he did so because he did not want to marry the woman who was chosen for him. ↘ Him being removed from payroll means he had his own income in his late teens ( no matter how small ). And I do headcanon that as a trainee his main focus at that exact time was learning how to calculate and distribute wages and taxes a.k.a how payroll works. ↘ Within the year of his execution, Fe..d..e..rico was finally allowed to attend meetings to see the political side of banking on a display, to learn what should actually be chased and supported and when. Alas, he only had the chance of experiencing a couple of those. 04. In his youth, he might have had a tiny crush on the fair Si...m..o..n.e..tta ( a.k.a S.i.m..o.ne.tta Ve.spu..c..ci ( particularly the M...e...d..ici's Si.mo..ne.tta )). 05. Lastly, as the eldest and first errand boy of his parents, he came to know Le....o.na..rdo d.a V...in...c.i a couple years prior than E...z...i.o did. He would sometimes model for the guy because come on, he is an .A.u..di...i.to..re and a chef's kiss.