A Different Path

Templar!Connor. "Brought up by my Father and trained by Master Cormac I will use my skills to bring about order out of chaos. May the Father of Understanding guide us all."

[angelicxi]

Inspired by a popular infographic style here on tumblr, I have decided to code matching about & characters/family pages. My “victims” for the layout were the main cast of Fire Emblem: If (Fates), featuring some lovely art of f!Corrin by my good friend herukas & really basic edits by yours truly.

    「   ABOUT PAGE #004: ROYAL PORTRAIT by angelicxi   」     ↳ [  dark preview  &  light preview  ]     ❥ the link to the code is in the desc.

FEATURES

[ + ]  title & quote spaces; [ + ]  ample description space (set to scroll should your paragraph overflow); [ + ]  slot for an image of your choice (can be a pattern!), min. 650px height; [ + ]  pictogram menu on hover with home, ask & 2 extra links; [ + ]  the background can be anything tbh.

    「   CHARACTERS PAGE #002: LINEAGE by angelicxi   」     ↳ [  dark preview  &  light preview  ]     ❥ the link to the code is in the menu.

FEATURES

[ + ]  virtually endless entries; [ + ]  title & quote spaces; [ + ]  individual character image per entry, 200px x 300px; [ + ]  individual character description on-hover, quite ample space + overflow set to auto; [ + ]  the menu comes with home & ask + 3 extra links by default, but you can add a few more in; [ + ]  again, the background can be anything.

As always, instructions on how to edit are in the code itself (look out for gray text). If there’s something that confuses you/you need help with, do not hesitate to send me a message!

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[reinenolwenn]

I’m never happy with the theme of my blog… 

[f-yeah-askmemes]

♡ valentine’s day starters, fluff edition

{ the angst edition is here! }

“you are so cheesy.”

“i didn’t know you were a romantic.”

“oh my god. i can’t believe you did this.”

“wait, let me get a picture!”

“you are absolutely ridiculous.”

“i have the perfect day planned out.”

“i made it myself.”

“i made it myself, which explains why it’s a little burnt.”

“i tried making it myself, but i figured food poisoning doesn’t make for a very good valentine’s day present.”

“has anyone ever told you that you have a funny idea of romantic?”

“where are we going to put a bear that big?”

“did i just hear a bark?”

“when you said you were planning something big, i didn’t expect it to be this big…”

“i told you you didn’t have to do anything!”

“this might be the happiest day of my life.”

“how did you know my favorite chocolate flavor?”

“help me find a vase for these flowers?”

“this holiday seems like the best opportunity to ask you out.”

“i know a place that sells hot chocolate with heart-shaped froth.”

“i want to make you this happy for the rest of your life.”

“is today a good day to say i think i love you?”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

“i love you.”

“i love you so much. you know that, right?”

“…that’s for me?”

“…are those flowers?”

“…i didn’t get you anything, though.”

“you didn’t have to.”

“you alone are enough.”

[raised-by-kenways]

send me a heart to learn something about my muse!

❤: does my muse consider themselves a romantic?

♡: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in?

❥: what is my muse's ideal date?

ღ: how does my muse feel about displays of affection in public and/or in private?

💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?

💘: how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?

💝: what would my muse consider a "perfect gift"?

💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?

💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?

💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?

💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

💜: how long might it take for my muse to say "i love you" for the first time?

💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?

[motivationalxassassins]

“When you are alone and those negative thoughts begin to settle in, as hard as it may be, focus on something else. Anything to remind yourself that you are better than those thoughts.”

[darkandstormyranger]

game: remain undetected

me: REmAIn UNdeTecTeD

[raised-by-kenways]

Arno: Has anyone seen Jacob? I have to talk to him.

Evie: I know a nice trick of how to call him. Look.

Evie: *clears throat*

Evie: Too much haste is too little speed

Jacob: *cRASHES THROUGH THE DOORWAY* DON'T YOU QUOTE FATHER AT ME

Evie: THAT'S PLATO JACOB

[emptyg1rl]

me (not caffeinated): anxious

me (caffeinated): anxious, but faster

[raised-by-kenways]

/anyone finish Origins?/

/I need to rant/

[graphic-mistake]

I think the Kenway family is the funniest and most serious family of all time

[its-raining-cats]

My hand slipped

[felderwin]

My favorite thing to do when someone asks me to perform a simple task is to say “No” while doing it

[zodiacbat-blog]

Let’s play: Which Templar Order Are They Talking About This Time!

Is it;

A) Dragon Age’s Chantry army

B) Assassin’s Creed’s conspiracy theorists

C) The actual Templars from the Crusades

[raised-by-kenways]

Out with the new?

Altair dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, willing the dreams of last night away.  They were growing more descriptive each time, lumps turning into rotting bodies, blood pooling around them.  Sometimes his hands were soaked in their blood other times the corpses came pack to life, maggots crawling over their decaying flesh as the corpses pulled at the white clothing Altair found himself in.  No matter how the dreams started they always ended up with whatever hallway he was stuck in being flooded with dark,unfeeling water.

The half-Syrian still felt the clammy fingers gripping at him hours after he woke up, miles away from his hotel bed on a bumpy bus headed to a dusty ruin in the Syrian countryside.  To be honest Altair hadn’t even wanted to come on this trip but his mother insisted that he learn more about his heritage on his father’s side and since he needed a few extra credits to graduate Amir went along with it.  It wasn’t worth fighting his mother on regardless.

The sound of screeching brakes jerked Altair out of his thoughts as the bus came to a halt at the foot of the hill that lead to Masayf.  The road wasn’t usable for a bus being to rough and steep for the large vehicle so a few carts for the tourists to be taken up in.  Making sure his white hoodie  was pulled up he climbed into the cart, Amber eyes narrowing as a brief image of robed figures wandering around crossed his vision. ‘Get it together’ Altair scolded himself, ‘none of these…hallucinations are real. They are just in your head.’ Which to be honest wasn’t much of a comfort. Kind of like a congrats on being crazy.

Soon enough the cart made it to the top of the hill with a final huff from the horses.  Gripping the edge of the cart Altair hoisted himself over the edge onto the ground-surprized by how fluid he managed to do the action. He wasn’t a clumsy guy bit grace wasn’t a strong point.  Turning to look at the castle a sense of familiarity washed over him. “So this is Masayf huh? It seems almost…sad.”

@shadow-the-assassino

[raised-by-kenways]

"For me death was...peaceful, almost welcomed. Not all of us remain young."  Altair had been far on in years past the point were his body could be considered useful by any stretch of the imagination.  "Our friends would have called it dramatic." A short laugh accompanied his words.  Altair could hear the scolding Malik would give him, the exasperated fondness of his wife before Amirah would have given him before forcing her way into the library with him.

It hurt to think of his love even after all his years.  Part of the former Grand Master hoped she had been brought back as well but the larger part didn't want her to go through this. Shadow's offer to explain what century he was in made him pause. 

"So it's been that long Sister?  Unfortunately I do not know much of the time we are in.  The boy is strong and stubborn, keeping me from seeing much."  Even now Altair had to fight Amir's will.  Rubbing his temples he sat down on the dusty floor, putting his will into keeping control. "Any moment the boy could regain control. Any questions I have can wait.  Right now I request you so what you can to bring me full control.  The Templars will soon realize that people can be brought back and will try to do it themselves-not to mention find the assassins who have hidden pieces of Eden."  Altair did not know specifically who those assassins where but knew they existed at one time.  Some were even descendants of his.

[the-mini-assassin-deactivated20]

Someone stole my shit so I’m stealing it back.

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[assassinandtemplarstuff]

Jacob yes

[raised-by-kenways]

/after some experimentation once I'm done being sick I'll put the effort of making that au Altair blog: a combo of different reincarnation verses./

[raised-by-kenways]

Out with the new?

Altair dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, willing the dreams of last night away.  They were growing more descriptive each time, lumps turning into rotting bodies, blood pooling around them.  Sometimes his hands were soaked in their blood other times the corpses came pack to life, maggots crawling over their decaying flesh as the corpses pulled at the white clothing Altair found himself in.  No matter how the dreams started they always ended up with whatever hallway he was stuck in being flooded with dark,unfeeling water.

The half-Syrian still felt the clammy fingers gripping at him hours after he woke up, miles away from his hotel bed on a bumpy bus headed to a dusty ruin in the Syrian countryside.  To be honest Altair hadn’t even wanted to come on this trip but his mother insisted that he learn more about his heritage on his father’s side and since he needed a few extra credits to graduate Amir went along with it.  It wasn’t worth fighting his mother on regardless.

The sound of screeching brakes jerked Altair out of his thoughts as the bus came to a halt at the foot of the hill that lead to Masayf.  The road wasn’t usable for a bus being to rough and steep for the large vehicle so a few carts for the tourists to be taken up in.  Making sure his white hoodie  was pulled up he climbed into the cart, Amber eyes narrowing as a brief image of robed figures wandering around crossed his vision. ‘Get it together’ Altair scolded himself, ‘none of these…hallucinations are real. They are just in your head.’ Which to be honest wasn’t much of a comfort. Kind of like a congrats on being crazy.

Soon enough the cart made it to the top of the hill with a final huff from the horses.  Gripping the edge of the cart Altair hoisted himself over the edge onto the ground-surprized by how fluid he managed to do the action. He wasn’t a clumsy guy bit grace wasn’t a strong point.  Turning to look at the castle a sense of familiarity washed over him. “So this is Masayf huh? It seems almost…sad.”

@shadow-the-assassino

[raised-by-kenways]

The corner of Altair's lips twitched upward into a brief smirk.  "I do not see much through the boy's eyes therefore I cannot see how much things have changed."  Sharp eyes followed Shadow as she paced, silently waiting- however impatiently - for her to arrive at the conclusion he was real and not some hallucination like the boy thought. As intelligent as she was Shadow quickly took all information into account. 

The unspoken question as to how not to mention why he was there was something Altair wanted to know.   "The boy is strong willed Sister not before returning to Masayf have I been strong enough to manage some control."  Altair was still, not moving anything but the muscles needed to speak.  The more his attention was divided the harder it was to keep control.  "And you know how I despise not being in control of a situation."

The former Grand Master went silent briefly, shoving the struggling Amir back into the back of their mind.  "Malik used to wonder if one life was all we had you know.  Perhaps this is the answer to that question unless the Apple is to blame."  It hurt to think of the one-armed assassin even after all this time.  Quickly wiping the pain of his face Altair continued. "I do not have long to speak Shadow, ask any questions now and I will try to answer."