Bird brain

My blog is like the dessert: most time everything's the same but sometime you can find gold.

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The K-pop community on twitter is currently spamming #WhiteLivesMatter so racists don't have a chance to speak up, that are things I worm out of bed for!

You guys!

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They're currently trying to reach 200.000 and still need around 23.000 votes.

You can help.

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People have the right to riot against what happened in America, they have right to speak up and be heard.

If the people in power can't bring themself to give their people human standards to safely live in then they shouldn't expect silent obedience.

Slavery was ~160 years back, I would think that during those years the people in power learned something. It seems that if it takes such a long time to even get to the point of "Yeah, difference doesn't matter but-" with some people still acting as if they are entitled enough to look down at black people and mass shooters still happening, then how long will it be till all kinds of Americas population feels safe, heard, validated as the living human being they are and have the chance to live their life to their fullest:

Without having to fear that someone who's supposed to look after their safety suddenly turn their backs on them and doing things to purposely do what they're meant to prevent.

That's not how society is supposed to work.

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Reminder that it really doesn’t matter what ways you’re marginalized, if you’re not black you’re just as capable of anti blackness as white cishet people. No amount of “but I’m gay!”, “but I’m trans!”, or “but I’m not white!” changes that.

And being neurodiverse/disabled isn’t an excuse for anti blackness either.

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Don’t like this post if you’re not gonna also reblog it.

Boost my voice, don’t just like it for woke points.

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I’d fucking love it if white people didn’t use this post to pat themselves on the back. I guarantee that no amount of “don’t people know this already?” or “isn’t this obvious?” will actually make you a good ally to black people.

The only things that will make you a good ally to us is listening to us, boosting our voices, defending us when we need it, calling out your fellow whites when they display overt and/or covert racist behavior, and checking yourself consistently.

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Choose!

-Out of any Fandom you want 3 people and sort them to the listed category~

One to be adopted by.

One as Sibling.

One to adopt.

Why do you want them in that role? What do you expect from them? :D

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So, I thought a bit about the question: 'if stars had a voice would they scream or wail?' and personally my favourite answer is:

They would make sound to their distress but not like any other life form, means not wailing or crying, nothing like sobbing.

Instead one tone, a quivering tone, changing between high and low but never ending.

It could be made by the atoms that are rubbing against each other while they burn, thus creating the tone.

And to hear that all, like, a billion- trillion of stars, singing their song while they die..

I wouldn't be able to describe how it feels even if I could hear them.

Not even that, but imagine being a star: would you want to be a star?

Out there in wasteness, in the void, falling without destination, alone? Like burning, being in pain, without knowing why and what's happening to you?

We see stars as beautiful, something holy, majestic, but they die. We practically say that watching them die is beautiful.

And I practically rambled the last few sentences, apologies xD

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The Push

Sometimes all people need is a push.

Humans can do great things.

They like challenge and achieve things that could be impossible for every other race, the only problem that such intelligence brings is the constant need to doubt on themselves. So, some of them need a little push for their confidence, but when do you know its alright to give that push?

This Story will teach you.

My friend was always a bit shy, she grew up like this, so it wasn't a big Suprise for me that I needed to push her confidence a bit here and there.

So, she was happy, you saw it on her face, the way she smiled and how her eyes shone in the light. Her hair was kissed by the autumn leaves and her eyes shone like the silent sea itself. She wasn't skinny, not at all, but not fat either, average you could say.

But oh, oh, so complex inside.

Her grades were pretty good, except biology, but it wasn't something that made her feel stupid. Sadly the others didn't saw it like that, no, for them it was an excuse; to 'test' her, to give her the feeling of uselessness, breaking her confidence and innocence. To destroy the loving heart that held such warmth that it could burn you in such sweet embrance that it would be sinful.

The schooldays were long, tiring her ever so quickly, always stealing a piece of her once warm heart that it grew cold and heavy. She had me though, I tried my best, giving her the push when she really needed one, but I was still learning when to give it. So I sometimes miscalculated, giving it at the wrong time, making everything worse or madder, I still tried. For her.

But one Individuum just wasn't enough.

Her parents love her greatly, she was their only draughter, a gem for them. Always friendly and helpful, they tried to make it as easy as possible for her, knowing that school drew her engery.

Reading was her drug, to escape the gray that hung over the city and dive into the adventurous tales of a creative mind. Her eyes held a wishful gleam as they flew with practised ease over the pages. The soft music drowned out the stressful city life which poured in from the open window. In her mind danced characters to the songs, swung their body's to the melodies, collided with the bass and hold laughing onto each other.

But she was bored.

Days repeated, the same routine over and over again, so the colours were lost to faded, things became monochrom. She wouldn't stop though, she had plans. She wished for Freedom, for a life played with her rules, she as the game master and her daily life as game. A dog as friend, that's what she wanted. Someone to follow her without doubt.

Someone else to give her a push.

And no, no, she didn't want to hurt me with that, no, she was scared that she annoys me. No matter what I said, she just wouldn't belive me, but oh dear, I would give her a push every time she needed one.

Not long in the holidays and she visited her grandparents, they had a dog and lived more outside.

Guess what?

A miracle happened for her; she fell in love. It was so- Ironic, she felt free and wild, it's strong and soft at the same time, calling her in and pushing her away. So deep and sweet but at the same time Shallow and salty.

But she loved every second with it, although she grew sadder, knowing that she had to leave again, going back to the monochrome life, living her routine, reading books, getting good grades, feeling cold and useless, coming back to me.

Again, not because she doesn't like me, but I had at least a chance to survive the harshness of life, without her by my side. To me it would seem impossible. She wouldn't believe me when I tried to assure her otherwise. I still tried unwavering.

They don't like me, her parents I mean, but that's okay, at least I'm there for their daughter, so they accept our friendship, for her. We were friends for a long time, since kindergarden I believe, she was a very lonely child.

As she came back she told me about it, the feeling wich let her heart be warm once more, but she was sad.

Her smile faded and the once autumn kissed hair fell graceless over her shoulders it hurt me to see her like that. I pushed, in hope to get the smile I so loved back.

And I did the right thing.

She would go, travel back to her love, rewind time to once again lay in its arms, and she would stay. School isn't everything in life she said, books aren't either, forget the other students, her heart called, and she was overrun by emotions.

Nervous to see them again, scared they would reject her, panicked someone will stop her, but nobody did, because nobody cared, she loved every second of her short freedom.

And she stood before them, I still saw that she was nervous, her hands were sweating, the wind played with her hair as she looked down on hope to escape the eyes of other persons.

She needed a push, so I gave her one.

And then she fell.

Her love drew her in, holding her fiercely in an embrance of death without escape.

She kissed back and gave her air for them, not caring, for she was going home.

And so she drowned.

Because I pushed.

And at once I dissappeared

She had no need for a friend that was never even really there to care, Imagination is after all the minds strongest power.

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A son's love

It was silent, the birds didn't sing their cheerful Melody nor did other people disturb the stillness that layed upon the mountain. A little path winding up between stone and forest, a place near to it was embraced by stone, like a shrine.

And there she sat, as beautiful as she ever was, on a stone bench with her arms outstretched.

And there he stood, as broken as he ever was, before her with his fists clenched at his sides, shaking.

'So this is the end?' whispered his mind.

And his heart didn't seem to understand. How could the road that both of them went already meet its end?

All those words left unsaid, choked down in anger and buried under denial.

Was it worth the fight?

'I'm sorry' forced his heart out of his lips.

But it was too late,

Nobody cared - Nobody heard,

And the person who should,

(Did not do everything they could)

Was taken by an unjust hand.

And as his feet slowly carried his tired body forward, to the place that held his innocent, his mind betrayed him.

Planting hatred once again: 'Myour fault.'

And again he felt like a little child.

Because what does it matter?

Nobody cared, nobody dared.

And so he stopped too, abandoning his masks, giving up his tasks at playing the lying prince, not caring for being king.

So he ran, like a child from monsters, to his mother. Embracing the stone, not caring how cold, how bold. Sitting in her lap again, as he did in younger years, turning away from all his fears.

'Forgive me, Sorry, Not my Fault, Please'

Please don't deny him this little freedom, just this once, to be himself again without feeling judged.

It's not what he wished for, it never was.

Because Monsters aren't born, neither was his hatred nor his scorn.

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Can we summon the Supernatural Fandom? uwu

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Mother and Son.

I try my best, really, but school is just so stressful righ' now and I don't find much time to write anythin'.

Well, I hope ya' enjoy this little.. How should I call it? Nah- it's a bit twisted?

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"Haytham."

He has grown into a young man, she sees it in his dark full hair and the way he indepently stands in her room.

"Mother, dear."

She has grown old, he sees it clearly in her gray hair and the way how her body lies weakly in the bed.

"You look differently.."

Does he? The years passed by quickly.

"Indeed, and you look.. Old, I suppose."

Didn't she? Time hasn't gone easy on her.

"I don't recall to have raised you that way."

He doesn't recall either, so many things changed.

"When I recall, I'm most certain that you send me away when I was ten."

She recalls too, nothing had changed much since then.

"It was for the best.."

He looked past her lie in seconds.

"-So being raised without a motherly figure I couldn't learn how to treat one problery as when I'm older."

She believed him without questioning.

"..."

He didn't need an answer to know what crossed her mind.

"So please forgive me if I say something more.. Rude in front of you."

She couldn't bring herself to see what monster he became.

"Maybe it's the best if you weren't here."

He could stand the feeling of being abandoned for a second time.

"Maybe it's better if you follow Fathers footsteps."

She saw that it wouldn't be long for those word to come true.

"Maybe it would be.. You have changed so much."

He tried to look past that fact.

"Thats the curse of growing older, I suppose"

She understood that he doesn't want to talk about it.

"Where's the boy I raised years ago? Your eyes hold such coldness.."

He mistook the meaning behind her words.

"We live in a world where you can trust no one."

She felt a pang of sadness, regretting the loss of her son.

"Even your own mother?"

He didn't looked at her, doesn't want to see the motherly gaze of hers.

"Like I already stated, you've send me away."

She ignored his buried feeling of betrayal, getting more caught up in her own lie.

"And like I said.. It was for the better."

He acknowledged how she was caught up in her twisted reality of lies.

"I'm sure it was."

The words came heavy out of his mouth, but why should he change anything?

"Certainly."

The words layed heavy on her chest, but why should she have hoped for anything other?

-Their relationship was far too broken.

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Does anyone of ya' understand what I was trying to show here? If not then say so and I'll explain!

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how would the assassins/templars react if there S/O was playing a game of hide and seek just to tease them?

Info: 3 people missing, I know, but I just can't think 'bout anythin' for them. Also it kind of escalated in the actual game of hide 'n seek, I'm sorry.

Altaïr: Challenged seeker

Altaïr is good at hiding, but seeking is an other question since he mostly uses his Eagle-vision to see his targets.

Nothing seems like you were forced to go, he knew for sure you would be long time home at this point so it was clear you hid, but where?

He had a few problems in finding you, but since you left a note requesting that he won't use his Eagle-vision, (I think you get what I mean)

Ya' love to tease him about it, he finds it kind of unfair, still he tries to get better. (Eagle-vision here and there without you knowing won't be much of a problem, would it?)

Connor: Worried seeker

Good at seeking, especially outside, (ya' can't climb? Don't even stand a chance.) Inside is a little more problematic, but it isn't that hard since he knows you.

God, half of an heart attack ya' have him there! What if somethin' happened to you? Were you scared? Was someone here? Are you injured?

You needed to explain the game to him, at first Connor didn't understand what's so fun about the game or why you wanted to 'play' it, but after a few round he understands that it could actually keep boredom away.

As for that, he's possible the only one of the Assassin's that actually give you a chance of hiding/finding from him/him.

Ezio: Lovable seeker

Would find you anywhere, I mean, you're his ragazza, what if something happened?

Actually a tiny bit worried that you left him. Finds you real quickly, like, just give him the kisses he want, - puppy eyes.

Knows you're place like his own, well he kind of lives in your place. But knows it like he owns it, you search something? He knows where it is. He searches you? He knows all the place you could hide in.

(You want to know how? You'll never know.)

Haytham: Sassy seeker

He never played the game, but know how it works, apparently he's better at hiding.

A tad bit confused, Haytham knew you were mischievous sometimes but hiding from him was clearly new.

Your place looked like always and his son wouldn't kidnap people. Would totally comment your hiding place and speak during searching for you.

"Ah, splendid, there you are hiding!" These tiny 'games' often happen after you had to sleep alone, or Haytham was gone without you knowing, to show your disappointment.

("How did you even fit in there..?")

Jacob: Dorkish seeker

Hide and seek wasn't always a game he liked, actually, Evie always seemed better in finding and hiding, so he lost interest in it as Child.

He wasn't worried, in fact you could say more curious, calling out for you, looking in places were you clearly couldn't hide, all that. The Blighters didn't knew about you, so you had to be anywhere.

So when he finds you it's like;

"Oh? Since when are you here?"

It's like he completely forgot he searched for you, but it's worth, a lot of cheek kisses after that and cuddles, lots of cuddles and laughters.

Shay: Playful seeker

Do you really want to do that? He's a pro at the game, his childhood was practically hide and seek.

The first time you did this he panicked, what if something happened to you? Were you kidnapped? But after using the Eagle-vision and finding you he calmed down.

Tables clearly turned after that, you didn't hide to tease him but to kind of flee because he would always sneak up on you. Maybe to get you flustered or scared, who knows?

(looking over your shoulder without you knowing, leaning in a bit and breathing against your ear)

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Hey guys, I have a friend who’s going through a lot. She just found out that she has bone cancer and needs all the support that we can give. Please pray for her and spread the word. Even if you’re not Christian, you can still spread the word to others so that they’ll know. Thank you so much.

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May she never lose hope.

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Little help requested.

((Connor rk800 x reader((I think?))))

I want to get better at writin' storys/one shots, to do that I need ya'r feedback.

And please be truthful, what did ya' like and what not, what is ok/good and what needs to be improved.

Here's the story, NOT Ac, but DBH, I couldn't get the idea out of my mind.

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"No!" exclaimed the [H/C] haired girl as she promptly closed the door, right in front of hanks face, before hurrying to her bed.

"[Y/N], move your ass out of that room, there's God damn nothing you have to be afraid of!" after a few moments of silent his fist began to rudely loudly knock on on the door, causing the female to jump further away from it. "They're evil! Never! Over my. fucking. dead. body!" Came the furious answer, still hank heard the little crack in your voice, knowing very well how frightened you are.

"If you aren't coming out of there right now-" her [E/C] eyes widened as she looked around the room for a hiding place. A hopeless chuckle escaped her dry lips as she focused her glance once again on the door.

Connor is here as well, she is sure of it, Right outside of the door, the fact that Hank never finished his threatening and the soft whispers made your heart beat faster in fear. Noticing that you still hadn't found a hiding spot made your hands begin to sweat and after a while you began to back up to her window, like a deer standing in front of wolves.

After all your bedroom wasn't very large, a bed to your left and the old table, wich you still had from your childhood, stood right to her, next to the door stood a simple shelf. Nothing too big or small, a normal room.

"[Y/N], I apologize in advance, as I see myself forced to break down the door if you won't open it." called Connor, already standing before said door.

A gasp was heard from inside, Connor looked questioning to Hank, who just shrugged and knocked again. "Kiddo, better back off before the door hits you." As expected a crash came as Connor broke down the door, Hank looked around before focusing on your open window, muttering a few curses under his breath. "For Fuck's sake!"

You ran as quickly as you could, not even sparing a glance back. Connor and Hank clearly knew you were gone by this time, for sure. A small grin showed itself on your lips, not today, guys. Not today.

((I think my writing-style changed past here))

The female slowed down a bit, trying to catch her breath. A lost look on her face, not exactly knowing were she was, the streets weren't really busy around this time, so she couldn't hide herself in the crowd.

Frustration clearly showed in her eyes, how was she supposed to hide a whole day if a detective AND an Android followed her? Maybe in a store, in most of them was Android-free zone, but thinking back, Connor never really followed that rule.

The [H/C] haired girl hugged herself in hope to warm up a bit, not noticing the quick steps that approach her. A faint red covered her nose and cheeks, creating a bit warmth on her skin.

A hand fell on her shoulder, without thinking much she turned to the person "Can I he-.. Hank?" he grabbed her wrist before she could pull away completely. "Yeah, kiddo, end of the game." gruffed the older male as he tried to pull her with him.

You tripped a few steps before you could even understand what had happened, not too long after that you started to pull in the other direction. "H-Hank, C'mon, I trusted you! You C-can't do that to me,.. Can you?" the sentence sounded a lot more insecure than wanted.

You didn't stop to pull at your wrist, wanted nothing more than to run away again, as pathetic as it might seem, fleeing was a better option than being brave right now. "Jesus FUcking ChrISt, [Y/N]! Stop with that childish attitude of yours and come to your goddamn senses!"

A part of you wanted to flinch, but the other understood that Hank just cared about your well being, still his tone frightened you a bit. Hanks eyes held a bit sorrow as he watched you silently.

"Listen, I just want your best, even if it doesn't seem so. But if you still insist on doing this the hard way, wich is not a pretty opinion, we're going to do it the hard way."

This time you flinched, looking down like a child that is being scolded.

"W-Where's Connor?"

Actually, you felt like a child, God, you are going to be full of shame the next days, for sure.

"Right here, is something the matter that you asked for my presence, [Y/N]?"

The red on your cheeks grew a bit but you stubbornly refused to gaze up from the pavement. A yelp escaped your lips when Hank pushed you toward Connor, who smoothly takes your right wrist and handcuffs it to his left.

You froze for a few seconds, starring at your wrist and then at Connors. "[Y/N], is everything alright? Your pulse quickened in the last two minuets, if your heart beats any faster you could run the risk of suffering a panic attack."

Connors words seemed way to far away from you to really understand what he was implying. His slight sorrowful eyes focused on you as your breathing became hectic, the free hand pulled on the handcuff, trying to get it off your wrist.

"I'll wait in the car, son."

Connor was utterly confused, you're having half of a panic attack and Hank is going like nothing happens.

"Excuse me Lieutenant, but I don't think It w-"

Tears well up and bring your [E/C] eyes to shine, a fearful touch in them.

"Shadup, she's always that way."

And with that Hank went away, the only problem Connor had now was calming you down, a quick scan showed that you were utterly afraid of something causing your adrenaline to jump up, causing you to breathe like you ran a marathon. Your shaky hands found their to his jacket, gripping it thigtly to not fall, Connor slowly lowered himself with you in a sitting position, seeing that it was the safest of you sat down.

His hands found their way to you cheeks, holding your head and softly wiping away the already fallen tears. Your left hand follows unwillingly, still cuffed to his right, as you grasped on his sleeve. Connors system automatically lowered its voice to a more calming sound, trying to get your attention without scaring you.

"[Y/N]?"

Connor knew that the way you reacted is a paranoia, the problem his system showed him was that he don't know what caused said paranoia.

"[Y/N], If you could look at me for a few minutes then I can help you, but I need your attention to do so." his brown eyes held something that you just couldn't turn away from, your breathing was still way to quick, but luckily you concentrate on him. The android quietly nodded after you mirrored his action to show that he got your attention.

"I know you're scared and it seems the cause is your medical appointment today, but you need go there. There's nobody who would possibly wants to harm you, it's for your health, remember that."

Your breathing calmed down a bit, maybe because of the closeness, his voice or the gentleness, clear is that Connor reached something. "Do you understand..?" Hestination shone in your eyes as you open your mouth to protest, wich he quickly silenced with his thumb on your lips.

"Please concentrate and think again.."

Connors tone was still soft, yet held such authority that you actually did what he requested. A unwilling Nod is the result as your lips part again, not in protest.

"I-If.. I-" Your eyes search for something to focus on, to find safety in, God you were embarrassed.

"Don't- just don't.. H-have to g-go there.."

In the end your gaze fell upon the handcuff wich chained you to him.

"..Alone..?"

The word was whispered, but Connor heard it nonetheless. After a bit of silence he let his hand fall off your cheeks, a soft smile was seeable on Connors lips as he stood up, gently pulling you up with him.

"Everything's fine now?".

You just nodded, way too ashamed to say anything, maybe even a bit angry at yourself, how could you make such drama just because you're scared of something that's supposed to help you? You commented your thoughts with a sigh.

A little tug on your right wrist caught your attention, Connor stood on your left side.

"Uh- C-Conor, what are yo-"

The squeal that left your lips as Connor heaved you into the air let something flutter inside of him.

"Well there's a 47.8% Chance you would have another breakdown, or an other 33.4% chance of you injuring yourself caused by accidents because you are in a dazed like state. Then again there's also a 13.8% you could try to run away again and a 5% choice of you passing out caused by emotional stress"

Said Connor in a matter-of-factly tone as he shifted you a bit in his arms, one under your legs and the other Stabilizing your back. You flinched a bit in its arms as Connor began walking towards Hanks car.

Hank knew you were going to be snappy and angry at them tomorrow, but your health comes first.

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What are the Assassins and Templar’s favorite animal and why?

Tumblr kills me, I tried to upload this since yesterday and it wouldn't function, happy it's up now!

Hope ya' enjoy~

Altaïr:

Overall a cat lover.

They're agil and fast if they want to be, a deadly killer to small animals and their paws are as silent as a feather. Sharp eyes to see every move, even at night, and ears that can hear the quietest sound. Cats aren't bound to any rule and could go where ever they want.

They also help to protect grain and weath, despite that, cats are seen highly around his home.

Connor:

Connor likes loyalty so it would be the wolf.

They life in a pack, similar to a clan, and are patient and persevering, friendly to family and deadly to prey. They hunt together and share fairly, if one of the packmember is in trouble other members will help them. Sharp and wise eyes paired with a voice capable of singing beautiful yet somewhere cold songs, protected by a warm fur.

Wolves do hold the personality traits Connor helds dear.

Desmond:

Totally a dog person.

Cute Fluffy fur and round affectionate eyes, honestly if Desmond could replace his dad with a dig he would totally do it. They're caring and show affection like they're seeing you the last time in their lives, anybody would feel loved. But they're not only cute, but can protect you too, not only from others, but from yourself as well.

Desmond always wished for a dog in his childhood.

Edward:

Probably jaguars.

Perfect hunters, strong legs and deadly claws, not only can they run fast but climb as well. Eyes to see not only their prey but also to stare holes into possible enemys. Jaguars are often loners but can also live in packs and would do anything to protect their cubs. They're one hell of devil when fighting and seem to be prideful animals

Jaguars not only get a high price but are also the only animal Edward can connect a bit with.

Ezio:

He too, is a cat person.

Cats have elegance and yet seem playful enough to chase leafs, but the best things are their squishy, silent paws. Ezio adores them, how their eyes are so round and innocent at day but small and sharp at night. Their purrs always put him to ease and help to relax a bit, actually he gets a bit sleepy when cuddling with a cat.

It's like a big, Fluffy, pillow -a pillow with sharp claws to him, he has a few scratches from them, though.

Evie:

Birds - songbirds.

Little wings and still free, the cautious yet curiosity in their eyes. So many melodies, at morning or mid-day, calming and always present. Their sound somehow push the loud city noise in the background, so it's easy for Evie to relax in company with a Songbird. They're also quick learners, Evie sometimes try to teach them short melodies by whistling.

Songbirds represent hope to Evie, a little light in such dark era of London.

Haytham:

Also a bird, specific and Eagle.

Nobel, and wise, animals with sharp eyes and strong wings. Silent hunters in the air and yet you always know that they're there. Quite a loner but still capable of interacting with others of its own kind. Eagles are indepent and don't have to rely on others, yet they're somehow loyal to their mate if it's time to find one.

They represent freedom, order and peace, things Haytham wants to fulfill.

Jacob:

Practically all animals. From sea to land, small to big, fast to slow. All of them.

He loves them all, they all have personality traits that are very interesting. The difference between animals as such is so incredible and unique, like a little wonder. It doesn't matter to Jacob if they walk on earth, breath under water or fly in the air, they're all special in their own way.

Shay:

Hawks, equal to eagles

Fast and free, independent and extremely curious yet guarded at the same time, they like to explore and never miss a hit when hunting. They also take much pride in their feathers and don't like to fly when it's raining -they could though, the wind would mess their feathers up. Hawks too are more loners that only get togheter when it's mating season.

Something simply fascinates Shay about them, maybe it's because of the vibes of determination they radiate.

[iknowyoubutyoudontknow]

Can I have a preference where the reader takes a bullet for them, like the shot was meant for them but she pushed them away getting hit instead. Keep up the good work!

Well yeah, I'm sorry for the looooo~oong time I was away..

I hope this is what you meant, actually I'm a bit nervous, but still, have fun!

Enjoy~!

Altaïr:

The first time in his life were he feels ignorant, idiotic and even stupid, all because of you, a simply passant, a flower girl. The tilt of a sword hit your head after Altaïr was pushed out of the way from you, the person was killed quickly as you fell to the ground, unconscious. About two hours ago and you still haven't woken up yet, it was the soldiers fault, for sure. All he could do was wait, even though he wasn't extremely patient, but if something happens if he would go away -he doesn't even want to imagine it. So here you were, laying in Altaïrs arms as he gently cradled you against him and run with his fingers through your hair. To know that you were still there, very much alive.

Connor:

Connor was angry, not just on himself, but on you and then archer as well, not only had he to fight you till the drug went off but all the other attackers as well and despite that he also had to keep an eye on you so you wouldn't get yourself killed. All in all, the day wasn't like he had planned it and so Connor walked angrily around not wanting to say anything till you did, but actually, you were a bit terrified to say anything, so the room was silent despite the sounds of Connor walking. Your head still hurt, but the few injuries you got were treated, differently to Connor, his once white robe is tainted mostly in red and in his face was a visible scratch that you caused as he tried to inject you a medicine. Short, Connor was Angry and you were Emotionally down.

Desmond:

This wasn't how it was supposed to go, not even near. This whole thing seems like a Dejavu to him -you laying in the animus, wounded by a shot wound, so you don't have to endure all of the pain because they don't have enough medical supply to treat you fully. The self doubt grow in him like a plant, nagging on his mind, if he hadn't allowed you to come with him then all of this wouldn't have happened. Still he needed to calm down, for your sake, stress only triggered his bleeding effect. How blady wished Desmond, you would just open your eyes, or show a little sign in the animus that you're alright, a shame that such things always happen to him.

Edward:

How could that happen? God, he should've seen the enemy that stand above, he didn't but you did, and because of that you also took the bullet that was meant for Edward. He never felt so sick and scared in his entire life as Pirate and Assassin, he put many people in danger but you weren't even meant to be at deck when the crew fought, so how could that happen? Well, it doesn't matter anymore, you laid motionless in a bed by a doctor, Edward sitting next to you, gently running his fingers through your hair. He hadn't slept since the accident, nightmares kept haunting his mind, should you ever open your eyes again he had to do a serious conversation with you.

Ezio:

The grown man walked nervous up and down before the house, every person could see the distress in his face. Ezio could stand much things, but to see his wounded wife on a table by the doctor, whimpering and silently crying wasn't one of them. He knew how stab wounds hurt, overall deep ones, he knew too good, since he had a few, but this was your first life threatening wound. The Assassin clearly remembered how his first wound hurted, to know that you, the person with such a tolerant and open heart, had to through live that pain put him on edge.

Evie:

How could she have been so idiotic, she not only let her guard down but also cause you to get injured. Evie could stop the bleeding quickly, still she knew you were in pain, the bullet seems to be still inside so it hurted much more than needed. In the process of removing the piece of metal you've lost consciousness, which was for the best, Evie would have lost her nerves seeing you in so much pain and distraught. The Metall hid under your shoulder in the soft flesh, probably a muscle, still everything that mattered was to save your life, even if it means you couldn't use your arm anymore. As long as she could get to hear your laugh, to see your smile, to feel the warmth of your body when cuddling, as long as that remains everything would be okay.

Haytham:

His face was a facade, calm and collected as he killed the last attacker. Haytham stood for the whole fight between you and the attackers, like a wolf protecting his lamb against foxes. As soon as there wasn't anyone standing beside him, and you laying on the ground, he gently picked you up, ignoring your gasps of pain. Haytham began to look over your wound after he brought you to his room, he was quite impressed you lasted that long, the sword clearly had the intention to kill. Luckily you fell asleep quickly, the mask fell, sorrowful eyes looked at you, Haytham clearly didn't wanted to drag you into this mess of war.

Jacob:

You were only half consciousness in his arms as he ran slightly panicking, Jacob should have listened to his sister, just this one time. He couldn't afford to lose you, not because of him, your blood soaked through his clothings as his steeps became faster. His voice rings in your ear but you can't understand a word, the struggle to keep your eyes open became stronger. Even the soft rain that fell didn't really got any notice, a small 'huff' left your lips as you fell into a fever sleep. You slept for three days in a row after that, Jacob feels miserable and the only thing that keeps him from losing his mind were the small mumbels you let out every time he would give your hand a small squeeze or a small gentle kiss on the nose, from now on he needed to wait -and to keep his nerves.

Shay:

Your skin was white and didn't really looked healthy, the eyes wich he cherished so were closed and your breathing was flat and ragged. Shay's eyes practically burned with anger and fear, after all you didn't even knew of the war he fought. At the wrong place - in the wrong time, you would've said, if you could talk, what you clearly couldn't. Shaking, gasping for another breath as you clutched Shays hand with a strength he didnt know you possessed. You already got an antidote against the poison, but you and mind wasn't trained for the pain the poison held, everything was warm and yet cold, as if you were drowning without any chance for air and the only thing that held you over water in that storm was the hand you held on for your dear life. You are so going to slap Shay after this hell - if you survived.

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If their S/o were a Templar

Request: How would the Assassin's react/cope if their s/o was/is a Templar (I think?)

Note: I'm living. XD

Here ya' go, hope ya' enjoy!

Altaïr:

He felt as if he was being stabbed, right through his heart, he wished you had never said it, it was forbidden and he knew it. You were gone, not dead, but deeply injured, because he couldn't control his anger. Another problem was that you were somewhere in the city, hiding -maybe nearly dead, but his pride and broken trust won't allow him to go after you. Still something in Altaïr wished it never came so far, that he still could trust you, love you, even if it was forbidden.

"Is it ever going back to normal again?"

Connor:

He was bitter and so, so full of sadness, even if he doesn't show it. It was as if being helplessly, Connor questioned his priorities, was it worth losing the person he loved? Still, his mind knew the answer, yes it was, you betrayed him, the whole brotherhood in Boston. Freedom of all was more worth. And you knew the same, so it was no surprise that you actually fled right after you said those words to him. Even thought it felt that, with you gone, was also his humanity gone, still he had a job to fulfill, even if it means to mask his feelings.

"You had chosen this way, so live with the consequences.."

Desmond:

Again, first Lucy and yet you. He didn't need to know your intentions, you still would be a Templar. The animus mixed up his mind, Templars were bad, you are bad, even if you changed side, how could he trust you? Desmond lost nearly everything and what was worser than losing himself? When he looked into your eyes, he didn't saw you, God no, it was never you. You lied to him, betrayed him, stabbed deeper into the wound this whole war had caused. Maybe he would be better of without you, at least you didn't have to die because of him then.

Edward:

He doesn't really follow the rules, so why start now? Edward lost too many loved ones, so he could never end your life just because you saw the world differently than him. Still you could always feel his eyes upon you, you weren't allowed to know where he goes or what business he had, but nothing really changed on his love. It hurted a bit, for both of you, the conversations weren't open anymore, even if you talk over things like wellbeing. It seems like both of you are caged birds, far away from each other and yet in the same room.

"I'm sorry it has to come so far, but be careful, I don't know how many more Assassins will be after you."

Ezio:

His mind was conflicted, you were by him half of his whole life till now. Still he can't decide, Ezio has a creed behind him, all his decisions would have consequences, go after you and break one of the most important rules or leave you, of possibly without hurting you? He didn't have a chance but somewhere inside of him was a small voice screaming at his stupidness. Ezio couldn't replace you, even thought more than a few women would do anything for him, your smile, your laugh, that were the things he craved. So there are a few nights we're he has no other choice than to numb his feelings with alcohol.

"This was one of the ignorantest desicions I ever made."

Evie:

Evie was in an art of shock, you were like one of the last sane people here in London, the one she could tell anything. It hurted still she was proud in some way, that you stood up for what you believed in, even if it was wrong. She tried to ignore the fact that you were once her lover or that she had feelings for you, like her father always said, 'don't let feelings interfere with your job' he was right in her eyes, she made a mistake. Even if, somehow she was glad for that mistakes, for that mistake named you.

"I shouldn't have let this happen in the first place."

Jacob:

He found it funny, thought he should have known it. Personally it could never stop him from loving you, History hat proven that more than once, still Evie tried to change his mind. After all, Templars and assassins were enemies, but in his eyes those titles said nothing about the person that owns them. You wanted order, yes, he knew that, but he also knew that you were against child-work, so why would it stop him? You were bound to your side, and he to his side.

"Don't worry yourself, I'll fix this.."

Authors note;

Altaïr: He would never betray the creed, so I also thought he would choose it over you, if you think about it, it's quite sad..

Connor: This one's practically the creed, I could only see a dead end there, I mean, he still thinks that the Templar killed his clan.

Edward: -

Ezio: He's selfless if it comes to the creed, as sad as it is..

Evie: As I know Evie follows the things her father thaught her, so this was practically the only way it wouldn't seem OOC.

Jacob: He's a little more Mature here, personally bc I think that even such childish boy can make mature decisions.

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Jealousy Edition

Request: How would react if there S/o had a male best friend who they talk to and about all day and half the night (Jealous edition)

Note: I don't know if it fits their character perfectly, gomene.

Here ya' go, hope ya' enjoy it, lass/lads!

Altaïr:

Altaïr was happy at first, if something happens to him you had someone to rely on, but after a time he felt rather jealous since you won't stop talking. So now here you where, a hand on your mouth and pinned against the wall by Altaïr who watched you with an slight angry scrowl on his face. His eyes narrowed as he begins to speak in a low husky voice;

"I'm your men, aren't I? So stop talking about someone other than me.."

Connor:

When you started to talk endlessly about your friend, Connor was kind of hurt, so Everytime you look at him you saw those big round puppy eyes watching you. But God no, he forbid himself to disturb your ranting. But may have someone mercy on your friend, if not the stare Connor gives him, everytime they meet, could kill. After all, you were his wife!

"You can be happy that she likes you, personally I wish you the baddest luck anyone can have, fancy meeting you, sir."

Edward:

After two hours Edward couldn't take it anymore, he was quite angry, even those little kisses he gives you wouldn't shut you up! How he hates the name that keeps flowing out of your mouth and if little kisses won't help, then Edward might as well just make a heated session out of it. For his sailors pride, and his feelings, be sure he won't take it easy on you.

"I don't like sharing things, even thought it would be great sharing your voice screaming my name.."

Ezio:

As soon as Ezio understood that you won't stop talking about a friend, a name he doesn't memorize duo the fact they were practically rivals, he wouldn't leave your side. Craving your attention with kisses and cuddles, maybe even being a bit more pervy as normal, there's no way Ezio would let an other men your attention without fighting for it, all in one you were his ragazza.

"Bella~? You're my *moglie, can you stop talking about some *Stronzo..?"

Evie:

Even if Evie doesn't likes it when you talk about an other men in front of her, she can't change it, so the only thing is to talk with you. Make here and there a sneaky comment and clearly show her dislike on that person. Glares at every male you both meet, even at her brother, and kisses you when you start to talk again. It isn't really hard for anyone to notice that she's jealous.

"Oh? Me and jealous, stop joking, as if I would be jealous of someone I barely know.."

Haytham:

He wouldn't show it but he clearly wasn't happy that your attention was on an other men, so don't worry too much if said other men was a little scared when Haytham was near. Yeah, Haytham tries to be friendly to him, but still every glance he gives him was a warning, even shaking hands was like a compatition of strength -something Haytham is a master in.

"My, my.. What pleasure to meet you, don't you think?"

Jacob:

Whining, all day long, louder Everytime you tried to talk again, he just wouldn't stop. He won't even let you hug him, it confused you, sometimes you even see him staring at other girls. He tried to make you jealous, with every method he knows, and God Jacob it damn good at it too. So you stopped talking and tried to get the attention of your husband, maybe a little unfair.

"That's your own medicine, darling."

Shay:

If you won't stop talking he would take it upon himself to make you forget what you were talking about, a simple way. Kisses to interrupt you, random compliments, hints and all that, it left you confused. One kiss longer than the other, in the end you don't even wanted to stop talking if you always got kisses for it. Still you shouldn't take it too far, would be bad if you couldn't walk for a few days.

"Ya' could just 'ave asked if ya' needed some tension between us~"

Moglie => Wife

Stronzo => *censored*

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Extra ending: (Edward/Shay)

"Maybe I should talk more about my friends.." smirked the [H/C] women as she hugged her husband from behind. "Stop thinking about it, lass. That was damn unfair from you." groaned said male and crossed his arms, not wanting to talk about it anymore. So the female, also known as [Y/N], looked curiously over his shoulder and looked at his face. A few second later her hand was on his cheek and squeezed it slightly, small giggles escaped her mouth. "Are you pouting? Come on, don't be such child!" "Am not!" "Surely, wait till your crew hears about that!" were the last words before the female pushed herself away from her husband and ran, as quickly as her legs could carry her, out of the shared room. "DON'T YOU DARE, [Y/N]!"