It's been a hot ass minute, and that's honestly cus I just got sucked into Discord RP and moving in with partners and having a wildly lovely turn of fortune in my life!
Right now, I'm constructing an OC/some canons multimuse-- cus I finally feel comfy making and playing OCs and whatnot! So this blog is now defunct!
If you'd like, go on and follow over at @invarietas!!
I typically don't have any. I have ships I favour more than others automatically but like. None that are 'they are the only ones for each other!', admittedly because I am a weak man for variety in terms of relationship mechanic, muse characterisations, and the sheer what the fuckery of crackships becoming (head)canon in my verses.
It's why I'm always going to be multiship and nonexclusive (unless the chemistry is just That Damn Good) and that normally, unless specified, each thread partner (and even thread) is in their own universe.
No one is cheating unless that’s a plot point agreed upon by all writing parties involved. That’s just not fun to me. Miscommunication is in general a big anxiety point of mine, and I don’t like the risk of losing friends over a few fictional evil cackles.
THAT SAID! Some of my fave AssCreed pairings are (in no particular order [and that I may or may not write for {and that may not be ‘Healthy’ -eyeroll-}]):
Shaun/Des
Shaun/Becs
Shaun/Becs/Des
Shaun/Becs/Des/Lucy (she was manipulated give her mercy PLS)
@rogaire asked:
'' Do you think pigeons have feelings? '' It's late at night, and he's pretty much made it clear that he can't sleep. Shay pauses, then tentatively adds '' --Liam? Are you awake? '' (:'D )
It had been a day for them both, filled with anxiety-laced giggles and rigid bones as they did their best to keep from making noise. Training had quickly become reality far too swiftly for the elder's liking; and Chevalier had been... loud in his correctional observations.
They're in their respective hammocks now though, and Liam himself is counting the swirls within the Morrigan's wood as he tries to doze when Shay's question greets him. "Aye- I am..."
Amused, he's reminded of younger years before it all nearly went downhill. Where they'd watch the coloured lanterns the Father would provide, and giggle like loons.
"Mm... pigeons though... s'pose they might, aye. Bond wit' whoever feeds 'em. Might have affection there."
If you are okay with roleplaying with multiples of the same muse? I know there are some popular characters out there that people are going to relate with. I see some people refusing to roleplay multiples of the same muse. I’ve come to learn that each take on a muse is different and I like seeing different interpretations on a popular muse. So please reblog this if you are totally cool with interacting with multiple rpers with the same muse.
Note: Each interpretation is a muns own vision and therefore muses should not be compared and criticized. Thank you for understanding.
“Oh yeah? Like chuff you are. What now? Ye play the act of the harmless party animal, innocent thrill seeker, misunderstood free spirit? Uh-huh. Spare me that wiffle waffle bullshit. Ye’ve fucked me over. Ye think I forgot about that?!”
“So freedom isn’t... free enough? And they called me greedy.” Don’t mind him ignoring little things of the past- casual favours, idle tasks. Curiosities really. Tone too is ‘idle’; dancing the razor’s edge between indulgent and dangerous. “You want a cage, puppy? I can get you one if you keep barking~.”
( still accepting! ) - ...I Don't Know How To Shut Up: Part One of ???
SPOILERS ABOUND FOR ANYONE FOLLOWING WHO HAS SOMEHOW NOT PLAYED THE GAMES I TOY WITH
8 - Who is thine most endeared maestro of grandiose... er, rites?
Okay, endeared is a bit much for my choices, but... it probably says something really fuckin' hilarious about me that it ties between Cesare Borgia, and Reginald Birch. (They're from different rites, I win!)
See, I'm a sucker for complexity and motive, no matter if such is positive or negative. I also am a gleeful harlot for villainous side characters and want to pluck them up and shake them and figure out how they work. Explore what the game devs didn't give them and maybe make my own logic.
Now, while history has... theorised Cesare was syphilitic in his later years, we're going to go on the AC depiction and blame his bonkers bananas loose eggs on the Apple of Eden. (Though his rl death is fucking amazing, check it out sometime.)
At any rate, one must wonder what goes on in the mind of a man entirely willing to watch and enact and encourage such cruelties as claimed during his tenure. Whether done by himself, Micheletto, or Oliverotto (among others), Cesare is arguably not entirely an insane man. Er, at least by the definition he doesn't... whip out his jewels and yell 'pudding!'
Nor is he sane, pls do not come after my cabbages.
Do keep in mind, that Cesare Borgia is a man that watched his family and family allies systematically fall and die at the hands of Ezio Auditore when he was young. I believe around his first decade of life, if you match up timelines. So imagine this frothing, boiling hatred like Ezio held, just on the other side of the fence. (It has been a hot minute since I've played Brotherhood I admit, so if I am wrong, lemme know. XD)
Reginald Birch is admittedly, a favourite because of how I have developed him.
But I admit I was, once again, fascinated by a man that could sleuth his way into a family via excuse of wooing the daughter, then set up the murder of the father for a pamphlet (and only the father, I swear he could have avoided so much trouble if he just... lopped off the whole top) before conning the mother out of the son, and sending his previously established fiancé to Turkey on the worst vacation imaginable.
Before adopting said son as his.
This latter point is almost exclusively why I tend to go hog-wild with fanon and mark up Ubisoft's pretty lore with my own. I enjoy the thought of 'yearning for children resulting in extremely questionable life choices' not just being a woman thing. The fact it is is kinda weird to me.
Like okay. Sure, Dan. Let's basically slander a whole-ass gender and say that once they hit breeding age, they get a compulsive need to have goblins and will ruin others just to do so.
ANYWAY-
That, combined with influences of Isu artefacts and possible commands from on high, kinda snowball into making a greasy little man that remains greasy, while still being humanised (to a degree). Nothing in this world is black and white and I get thrills when you let me write a sort of warm relationship before stuff goes to shit.
Naturally as a result, Haytham Kenway gets an honourable mention.
31 - If I had an animus, who would I memory mine?
...I have absolutely no goddamn idea.
Maybe Mr. Rogers. I need to know how he kept his sanity and cool through the dumpster fire that was PBS.
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse .
❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down .
❛ door . hold a door open for my muse .
❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention .
❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink .
❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food .
❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair .
❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse .
❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take .
❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing .
❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] .
❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound .
❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare .
❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them.
❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital .
❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told .
❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope .
❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground .
❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry .
❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse .
❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] .
❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face .
❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair .
❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest .
❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair .
❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms .
❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder .
❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] .
❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue .
❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse .
❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after .
❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face .
❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse .
❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back .
❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat .
❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object .
❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground .
❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse .
❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards .
❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air.
❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse .
❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐈𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse .
❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] .
❛ go down . go down on my muse .
❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat .
❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops .
❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse .
❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body .
❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
one of my favourite things about the ac series in a general sense, is just how grey everything is morally.
because, as i am fond of saying, perception is one hell of a drug.
and i mean this from a "both sides may genuinely think they are the better option for society, and function within that rule, but both sides also do morally reprehensible things and excuse them with said perception of need and necessity; yet also do they have the shining beacons of ‘true good/compassion’ within their ranks” standpoint.
under a read more cause i go on and on. and on. and on...
it’s actually pretty difficult to identify where the actual problem is, as it’s technically everywhere. a human condition. to survive, to protect, to ‘make things better’.
it’s easy to blame templars from a renaissance-to-modern standpoint, because it’s fairly clear capitalistic greed and power-hungry individuals ruled the roosts then.
roderigo and cesare ‘power mad’ borgia, laureano ‘slaver’ torres, reginald ‘isu obsessed’ birch, crawford ‘they should be grateful’ starrick, and alan ‘world domination thru aoe’ rikkin as examples.
whether or not they believed they were doing good for the world, it’s fairly cut and dry how fucked up they all were in some measure while going about it.
it’s also easy, to point out where the assassins have gone absolutely ape-shit over the [understandable] sense of losing freedom and free will, rights, and control, and feeling as if they are the sole protectors of humanity’s ability to choose. whether such is choosing to starve or work for pittance, the choice is theirs.
yes, hope jensen is one of these individuals [check out this little blurb if yer curious by @thatoneacblog, they’re a clever whip] that allows a gang to have the run of the place.
anyone with a stable logical brain cell and an ability to look objectively would look at that and go "hm. gangs are typically violent or self-serving. even if she established them with the rule of ‘do not harm the innocent’, no matter how she threatened them they are fundamentally human, and will be prone to the human inclination of survivalist-greed and power-mongering”. who defines ‘innocent’ to the masses? what is ‘guilty’?
i go any further and this will become a philosophical rabbit hole though, so i’ll refrain.
but you don’t just make gangs to improve people’s lives.
even if you did, any organization, or group with vague structure is going to be subject to the downfalls that are inherent to being said group. corruption of cause, wonky interpretations, skewed perception and translation of aforementioned cause or instruction.
as well as the inherent human nature of ‘survivalism’, which when played with perception, can range anywhere from stealing three apples for the day, to hoarding food stores, money, and resources out of the perceived need of them for either oneself, one’s house, or one’s village.
the brotherhood is driven by a more emotional force on the surface compared to most templars, and while such can be explained by the templar creed of order and logic, it does provide an explanation to how they can so easily lose sight of their original goal of ‘freedom, safety, and peace’ in their efforts to assert it.
it’s not a black and white. it never can be. and no one can really point in a specific direction and say ‘these people are right’ or the opposite. one may watch a mad commander of forces committing heinous murder, whilst another views it as a rescue from a hell they’ve lived their whole lives.
@finnegansson
He’s standing there amidst the tavern brawl; broken glass, bodies, bloodied hands balled into fists, staring the hooded woman right in the eye and screams: “Ye’ve had yer chance for fair play, Miss Jensen, now COME AT ME!!!” (For Hope 😲!!!)
He demands ‘fair play’- when he and his scour the very world from its freedoms. With underhanded manipulations and deceptions; don’t worry, we’ll care for you - before discarding their charges when they were no longer useful. Healthy. Able.
Chains the world, and calls it ‘mercy’.
Pretends that 'fair play’ is discarded, instead of being never-there.
She has attempted to give him the benefit of being young and gullible- his heart has always been in the correct place, yet his mind has ever twisted. By those he calls brothers, and those that would so easily be rid of him when he no longer had anything that they could TAKE.
She knows the Colonel for what he is.
Knows the Game for how it should be played.
“How many times have I told you, Finnegan, that this path was not for you!” Hope is aching, several blows unescapable and throbbing as if to say, ‘we’re here for you’. Bruises blossoming beneath silk, leather, and lace. “You imagine being attacked so far? You imagine being targeted?”
These aren’t her men. These aren’t civilians. They too will drown within the very air they’ll breathe, as she drops a gas grenade and vaults up- the roof her greatest bet at escape.