#prctectedlegacy

[shaycormacaroni]

Ok OK here me out:

I—-

I never considered Edward until now jdhcjcd but…now that I think about it, I am indeed a bit of a dumbass like him,,, 😳

And I too, would run away to sea given the chance tbh

[fallesto]

“I am truly HAPPY that you arrived SAFELY to my islands, these are TROUBLESOME TIMES my lady, but worry not – the ASSASSINS time is coming to an END. The age of piracy is DYING and the ASSASSINS with them. It shall not be long now until the last of their ORDER have been found and DESTROYED. The SAGE can only ESCAPE our GRASP for so long – once we have him, THE OBSERVATORY will be ours and with it, the SECRETS of all COUNTRIES with it, but that is a CONVERSATION for another TIME. We have much to DISCUSS about this NEW ALLIANCE we are forming between our ORDERS, rest and return to me come the morning and we can talk about the FUTURE we will BUILD together for MANKIND.”

@prctectedlegacy liked for a lil something something

[moltementi]

Can I get a headcanon about Reginald Birch + Abby and Haytham?

send me a muse + word + ‘hc’ and i’ll write shit about it! | always accepting @prctectedlegacy | @florilegiumfabularum

It is directly because of them that he is as good at dancing as he is. 

Weaving between small children determined to stay underfoot is about as easy as herding cats with an epee, but he’s made it an art. Naturally, this means as they grow, he shifts methods to move them gently with either the back of his hand at their spine when they’re as tall as his hip, or a gentle press of fingers to a shoulder to make them turn.

Sometimes this is even done in absentia. When reading or thinking particularly deep on a subject he has a learned, but uncanny sense of whether he is at risk for collision or a fall without exactly needing to look where he is going.

This all may have stemmed from the first and only time he careened ass-over-teakettle down the stairs because of Haytham’s effort to snatch Abby by her dress when they were wee.

[rogaire-a]

@prctectedlegacy sent:  “  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ” from Sage Abby to Assassin Shay? // PINTEREST STARTERS // no more accepting

‘‘ Well, actually,  I’ve always thought it would be my big mouth to be the end o’ me. ‘‘

Shay stated, eyeing the stranger suspiciously. He didn’t know what she meant with those words, though they caught him off in a way, as his fate in the Brotherhood has been wavering as of lately--but how would she know that? 

‘‘ Who are you? ‘‘

[asscrackcreed]

I got my letter a few days ago that I ordered from your shop and all I have to say is....Its amazing! I love it so much! Thank you so so much!

I can’t figure out who you are but thank you so much!! Means a lot <33333333

[jefferoni-quotes]

Little bitch boy and Charles Lee wouls both shit their pants at the Battle of Monmouth and you cant change my mind

Thank you guys for all the support on lil bitch boy!! I have officially........ blocked him. Theres an option to block anons, so I have done that. Hes gone!!

The amount of asks I have received in regards to this situation is slightly terrifying! But thank you all for being so kind!

Everything every single one of you has said is true. I love you all.

[elisexdelaserre]

@prctectedlegacy​ said: Abagail hadn't meant to get into an argument with one of her Templars while visiting the French Rite. But, the man had overstepped, and she turned to him quickly backing him against a wall."You will not speak of the French that way ever again in my presence. Or out of it for that matter. The de la Serres have invited us here to form an alliance, as well as helping us gain one with the Assassins." She took a step back and glanced over at Elise, who she hadn't noticed. "Go find something else to do," she told the man, before nodding at Elise. "It seems you are not the only one troubled with Crows. Though I doubt yours trust me anymore than they seem to trust your father's judgment."

There were so many people Élise couldn’t TRUST nowadays. It seemed like many Templars didn’t even care about who had killed her father; she seemed to be the only one fighting for him. Even Arno wasn’t around anymore. Maybe it was her fault; she was the one who now considered him as a traitor for not giving this stupid letter to her father, but Élise felt so damn lonely. She didn’t really know who to talk to, or even who to trust anymore. 

She forced a smirk in the other’s drection. “I feel the the Templars are divided nowadays, even more than before my father died...” She admitted with concerns in her features. 

[deaextramachina]

@prctectedlegacy​ continued from here

The specter of Juno had to hold herself back from releasing a resigned sigh. Ghost. That’s what Aita considered her and it was so very telling. In this reincarnation, her love was still mostly human. Aita’s personality and memories had not yet completely subsumed their (ugh) human host. It was like speaking to a toddler, yet that toddler was her husband (wife?).

“You will be waiting a long time yet.” Juno intoned instead. There was no need for Aita’s reincarnation to be privy to her thoughts. “The time is not yet ripe. The world is not at a point where I can free myself from my shackles.” A small trace of bitterness escaped into Juno’s tone.

She had been waiting... so long. So, so long. Had she still had a mortal body, a mortal mind, she would have been reduced to madness long ago.

“However, it is entirely possible to... speed up the process.” She spoke softly, reaching over to brush over Aita’s new face with ethereal fingertips. A calculated move. “The Shroud. You must find the Shroud. Consus and his tool is imperative to my resurrection.”