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What's happening in Palestine is not "complicated", and it's not some insane "2000 year war about religion".

1917 : The Balfour Declaration was passed by the British, signing over the Palestinian land that was not their's to begin with to the Jewish people. Jewish people are not native to Palestine, and “israel” did not exist until 1948. The Balfour Declaration was the most controversial and contested documented in all of modern history.

1936 : A partition came into play, where the British once again promised the Palestinian land to be allocated to the Jewish people to become a "Jewish state". A 3 year revolt takes place to contest the partition which brought an end the the British army having anymore control over Palestine, and over 5000 Palestinians were killed. During this time the first armed zionist group was formed (Irgun) and they launched a series of unprecedented attacks against the Palestinian people.

1946 : Irgun bombed the King David Hotel which killed another 91 Palestinians, then in May of 1948 "israel" was formed which resulted in 750,000 Palestinians being displaced and 530 Palestinian villages being destroyed - this is referred to as the 1st Nakba (which means "disaster" in Arabic) - the 2nd Nakba started on October 7th. The remaining 22% of Palestine that had yet to be occupied was then divided into the Gaza Strip and The West Bank. That same year the UN passed a legislation that allowed Palestinian refugees to return home, but they were treated as second class citizens. "israel" controls the Palestinian education, prohibits their involvement in politics & elections, they control how much food and water they get, and their medical supplies.

1956-1966 : "israel" massacred the Palestinian villages Qalqilya, Kufr, Qassem, Khan Younis, and As-Samu.

1967 : "israel" occupied the remainder of historic Palestine in Gaza & The West Bank (and by occupy I mean they forcibly removed Palestinians from their homes, demolished their homes, or lived in the upper parts of their houses, forcing Palestinians to live in the lower halves, and then they built wire fences over top of these houses on the outside to block their view of the sky and so they could also throw garbage, boiling water, & human waste at the Palestinians walking the streets below. During that time another 300,000 Palestinians were displaced. The UN called for "israel" to leave Palestine, but they did not do that.

1976 : 1000's of hectares of Palestinian land were forcibly confiscated & protests were brutally shut down.

1987 : The first Intifada starts (which means the Palestinian revolution) where "isreal" established 45 more settlements on Palestinian land. A massive peaceful protest broke out by the Palestinians to show that the occupation & brutalization of their land and people was no longer acceptable. The IOF defence minister at the time, Yitzhak Rabin, ordered the IOF to break the bones of all Palestinians who were protesting. This is when the Hamas resistance group was founded (it was actually created initially by "israel" in hopes that it would divide the Palestinian people and shut down the Muslim Brother Hood - another resistance group). During that time 1000+ Palestinians were killed by the IOF.

1993 : the 2nd Intifada begins. The Oslo Accord is signed which was meant to being "peace" and a "2 state solution", but that just turned into more brutality by the IOF and another 5000+ Palestinians were killed. The IOF instigated Palestinian protestors with 1.3 million rounds of ammunition. Diana Buttu (a Palestinian-Canadian lawyer) made a statement saying the bill for a "2 state solution" was no more than a distraction for "israel" to carry out their plan in silence from the rest of the world which was always for the extermination, ethnic cleansing, and occupation of Palestine.

2014 : The Gaza War happened. This is when "israel" introduced the apartheid wall, which further isolated the Palestinians. They also launched a large scale attack on Gaza with ariel & naval fire power, 2500+ Palestinians were killed in just 50 days. In Gaza the IOF destroyed 83 schools, 10 healthcare centres, and 12,600 housing units.

2008-2023 : 8000+ more Palestinians were killed by the IOF, and now since october 7th 23,000+ Palestinians have been killed, and 1.6 million have been displaced.

This is one of the largest ongoing examples of colonial violence in the world today.

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129 days and 75 years 💔

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The goal is to generally raise awareness with as many people as possible. Diverse hashtags can help reach many people who can search about the topic and know more.

NOT THE TIME FOR SILENCE

I refuse to stand aside while this happens...

All telecommunications and internet has been cut off in Gaza for almost an hour. The bombing got worse than it had been this week. Two hospitals have been threatened - that's what we knew BEFORE they lost connection.

Israel's isolated Gaza and is striking them from the sea, air and ground NOW. Ethnic cleansing/genocide is taking place NOW.

To all bloggers here on Tumblr, don't be on the side of genocide with your silence.

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It's been going on for almost 20 days now, but just last night it got worse, because the people of Gaza are out of fuel, so that means no electricity, no light, no way to get food, no way to treat water, because clean water was also cut off. That's beside the carpet bombings and the sea and ground strikes. They have solar cells, but they don't do much and they're slow. There was a strike right at the door of the biggest, still standing/non bombed, hospital; it was a close call. And the hospital's past maximum capacity with patients, corpses and emigrants seeking refuge.

So, thank you for speaking up about this, because it's just the right thing to do, because the situation just keeps getting worse and worse as the day passes, every time the sun sets.

NOT THE TIME FOR SILENCE

I refuse to stand aside while this happens...

All telecommunications and internet has been cut off in Gaza for almost an hour. The bombing got worse than it had been this week. Two hospitals have been threatened - that's what we knew BEFORE they lost connection.

Israel's isolated Gaza and is striking them from the sea, air and ground NOW. Ethnic cleansing/genocide is taking place NOW.

To all bloggers here on Tumblr, don't be on the side of genocide with your silence.

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NOT THE TIME FOR SILENCE

I refuse to stand aside while this happens...

All telecommunications and internet has been cut off in Gaza for almost an hour. The bombing got worse than it had been this week. Two hospitals have been threatened - that's what we knew BEFORE they lost connection.

Israel's isolated Gaza and is striking them from the sea, air and ground NOW. Ethnic cleansing/genocide is taking place NOW.

To all bloggers here on Tumblr, don't be on the side of genocide with your silence.

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Me using my blog again for awareness...

Israel just striked a FULL HOSPITAL in Gaza.

A hospital full of doctors, nurses, paramedics, workers, volunteers, injured, waiting people and already dead bodies. Anyone wanna be silent still?

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Warning: Includes mentions and graphic photos about m**s m*rder.

I'm posting this under my most used hashtags.

This might get me blocked or smth, but I'm using this post to raise awareness...

People are generally for the Ukrainians defending themselves and arming themselves. Many are appalled at the murder of innocents in Ukraine.

Yet for some reason not everyone is appalled at the murder of children and unarmed people in Gaza. The Palestinian resistance is a resistance against an occupation that has gone on since 1948, and naturally they're armed, because Palestinians haven't seen a day of real peace (not for-show-peace) since 1948. This is how they defend their lands.

Even if you disagree with the resistance, don't support the murder of innocents in Gaza. There isn't a neighbourhood that hasn't been bombed there, so don't tell me that there is still a base for the resistance, because now it's just hospitals and refuge schools which are being hit. UNRWA (United Nations) shelters and hospitals have been bombed in Gaza. Ambulances have been targeted as they transfer citizens from the bombed collapsed buildings.

If there's anything you can do to help and spread awareness, don't hesitate and don't be afraid to do it.

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Meg 2 is actually about two husbands just trying to keep their daughter out of trouble.

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I know this is probably stone age old, but I just noticed something as I was re-watching TVD...

In the last episode of s2, Bonnie and Stefan were trying to contact the Salem witches to reach a cure for Damon's werewolf bite. Emily was being bitter and had Stefan believe that she wouldn't help because he was asking for Damon, because Damon was "a monster" (whatever that means to the witches who refuse to help often for selfish reasons). The witches wouldn't tell them anything, but Bonnie did hear them say "Klaus."

Now, you wanna know what I think? No? Well, sucks to be you, cuz Imma say it anyways.

As far as I can recall, Emily had no personal reason to hate Damon. In fact, she had reasons to like him, because he tried to keep her safe (as a ticket for "Katherine's escape from the temple", but... Eh), so the reason why she didn't wanna help was, in fact, Niklaus. Neither she nor the other witches wanted him to appear sacred or rare to vampires, because imagine vampires knowing they no longer had to fear wolf bites? That would disrupt the real balance of nature. Also, at the time Nik wasn't doing any real self development to be a good person, so the last they knew of him was all the witches he wronged, abused and daggered, so they also had a selfish reason.

But they would have Damon, Stefan, every character in TVD and us think that no one liked Damon, because he's a real monster with no redeeming qualities, even tho we've seen what witches can do.

Cheers.

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The following might be triggering to some and might be TMI-ish since I normally don't post about myself (whenever I take the step to post, lol)

But I've been diagnosed with Complex PTSD recently, so I just wanted this reposted post out there for anyone on my blog who needs it.

And I'm here to tell any fellow bloggers who struggle to keep their promises to post that it's okay. 💕 I hear you, and it's okay you'll ace it when you get the energy for it. But for now, you just gotta do whatever you can get yourself to do, because anyways you're a champ for just getting through another day. Keep going, lovelies, because there's plenty to just exist for beyond our pains and struggles.

Sorry if this was too random.

Less: “You can do anything you put your mind to.” More: “It’s okay and completely understandable if you’re struggling to do the things you want and need to due to your diagnosis and it isn’t your fault if some things are hard or impossible right now.”

Less: “You’re limitless.” More: “Everybody has limits and you’re not a failure if your diagnosis gives you limits that most people don’t have. Having limits and learning to accommodate them is a natural, important and healthy thing.

Less: “Change your attitude, change your life.” More: “Your diagnosis and how it impacts your life isn’t an attitude problem and getting better is much more complicated than thinking positive thoughts and that’s okay.”

Less: “Stay positive and you’ll be happy.” More: “It’s okay to struggle with negative emotions and nobody can be positive all the time. Struggling to stay positive doesn’t make you a bad or weak person.”

Less: “You have so many wonderful reasons to live.” More: “Your life is valuable and you deserve to be here even if it feels like you don’t have many reasons to live right now - cause you’ll find those reasons along the way.”

Less: “Remember that life is amazing!” More: “Your life may suck right now but that doesn’t mean it won’t be worth it in the long run.”

Less empty platitudes, more compassion.

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Wild Swan // Chapter Three: Dreamer.

A/N: Bella and Y/N and all of the Cullens are falling apart, meanwhile Felix over here is just like...pretty? Pretty wife?? Pretty wife all for me????? Man is just falling in love at first sight and becoming her sword shield.

Pairing: Felix x Swan! Reader (female).

Taglist: @venusdelaroix @unintendedselfdestruction @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx @biblophilefox82 @froggiesandbutterflies @tulipsvanilla @grinch-izzy @thelastemzy @mazdoe @spidersoldierofmischief

Brave.

That’s what the Swan girl was, so much braver then I’d thought she’d be. Most mortals would have been panicked and sobbing, screaming, I’d heard it again and again over the slow-going centuries. Begging, crying out for their lives or their god or whatever else came to them in those final moments. But the way she steeled herself, even through the terror she must have felt...I’d be lying if I said I was not impressed.

And it was all for love.

My own descent into immortality was strictly for myself, as many of our own stories were. It was purely power that had attracted so many of us, or perhaps beauty and immortality and many more turned merely by tragic circumstance...but love was a far rarer story among our ranks. Queen Sulpicia, of course, and dear Didyme were among the ranks of lovers. Afton joined them as well, having adored Chelsea from the very moment they met. True love made the choice easy. He’d told me that once. But to do this not for glory nor for the love of a mate but for a sister...how strange indeed! I did not remember my own family, not that there had been anything truly worth remembering. Just the choices that had lead me to this immortal life. I fell into the ranks of both tragedy and power hungry, an odd sort of set that, in the end of all things, had suited me quite well.

Perhaps I’d tell her about that one day.

When she was not so angry with us anymore, when she was no longer hurting...perhaps I would tell her who I had been and what I’d become. I might dare enough to ask of who she was and why her sister had been worth all of this.

But not tonight, nor many more nights to come.

She was far too hurt to ask anything of now and we’d demanded more then enough of her, hadn’t we? And she was more frightened then she was willing to admit it, wearing a brave and lovely face easily. That was to be expected. No one can be as brave as she was without being terrified. Y/N had fallen asleep rather quickly, exhaustion I expected, humans were such delicate creatures. But it was a fretful slumber, dark dreams chasing her down...I’d forgotten what it was to dream. To sleep. Such a simple pleasure, I had not expected to miss it so much through eternity. Volterra was rather wonderous at night, the castle coming alive with chatter and music and life! But to sleep, to dream, I missed things like that, more then I was willing to admit aloud.

And I wondered what nightmares might haunt the pretty creature. Perhaps it was us, I considered, we were certainly cruel enough to be the monsters lurking in her mind. But a small cry answered the question, smiling at the realization that Y/N spoke as she slept.

“Bella...”

Her sister, the one she loved so much...was she dreaming of her? Frightened for her? There was more murmuring, a tangle of words falling from pretty lips.

Lost. Thorns and roses, something of blood. Something chasing her, pulling her into the dark.

She doesn’t like the dark, does she?

I had noticed it before, the way she clung close to light, always searching shadows for something, as though she were expecting a monster. Even clinging to me in effort to escape the darkness and the cold, despite knowing what I was, what I was capable of. Such a strange little creature! I could not help but smile at the thought of it, so utterly enthralled by all of it, though why that was I could neither explain nor understand. All I could do was watch as she murmured in her terrified sleep, buried beneath the protective shadow of my borrowed cloak. She could keep it, I decided then. Eventually, she would have needed her own anyway, Aro would insist. Heidi would fix it to fit, she was good at things like that. But forgetting all of that for now, I simply hummed softly, some long ago lullaby filling the quiet...and the song lulled her into a peace, the frightening whispers quieting.

“How’s our caged bird?”

Demetri came up from behind, eyeing the slumbering beauty with great interest. She was a pretty thing, just as her sister had been in life, and she’d be even lovelier in death.

But he wasn’t her type.

I knew it then, though I did not confess it. Demetri, though my favorite companion, was far too rough and too cruel for her. He delighted in brutality, in pain and death. Out of all of us, he partook in human culture the most and somehow still could not “play” human as well as Heidi or Renata could. Too wild, too cruel and beautiful to be real. She wouldn’t like that. And I had the sense that she’d be more then willing to make that very, very clear should he try...and that I might find such a scene to be rather amusing.

“Sleeping,” I replied calmly, pretending that I’d been engrossed with the novel I’d been reading. “She’ll need to rest for now. And food soon enough.”

“Damn,” he muttered. “we didn’t prep for that, no time.”

In the planes, jets, and many other vehicles we used as part of Heidi’s hunt, we often kept the bare necessities of human life, food being a part of that. A sort of last meal, not that the unfortunate things ever realized it.

“We’ll stop along the way, once we reach Volterra. Will everything be ready for her by then?”

“No idea. Heidi called home and gave them the good news, now we wait. Seemed like they already had things in motion there but I’m not certain. She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?”

“Demetri,” I half-scolded. “You know how protective our master is with his treasures.”

At that he laughed, walking away and wondering aloud why it seemed that I hadn’t turned the page all night. Always wanting the last slap in, that one. But I smiled anyway, stealing another glance at the Swan girl, as she’d been known for sometime (I’d have to tell the others of her real name when we arrived, I didn’t supposed she’d like being called such a thing). She was pretty, wasn’t she? Especially when she smiled, a small grin painted upon her face.

What was she dreaming of now?

Was it sweet, was she happy? I hoped, secretly, that Volterra would be kind to her. Those who came into this world by tragic circumstance often struggled for sometime and, while the girl was stronger then she seemed and brave enough, that didn’t make her ready for it. We never were, even we wanted it.

Perhaps that was the point.

It didn’t matter to her if she was ready or if it was what she wanted, she’d do it anyway. If she loved you enough, she would do anything.

I wondered what it might be like to be loved by her, to be worthy of such sacrifice.

That sort of love, that made all things worth it, didn’t it? For the rest of the flight, I did not bother with the book, laying open upon my lap. Remaining fixed on that one page, I found my thoughts and my gaze returning to her time and time again without rhyme or reason, a moth seeking the flame. Within every moment, I discovered something new.

Her smile was just barely crooked.

The scent of vanilla, warm and sweet, hung over her.

And the locket she wore had opened, revealing several pictures. An older man, her father perhaps? Herself and Bella...and the hybrid child.

I would have to wake her soon. From the cockpit, I heard the familiar chatter and knew that we’d be arriving home shortly. And though the thought of pulling her from a peaceful slumber into a waking nightmare seemed so cruel, I’d do it. No matter how dirty the job, I’d be capable of it, I’d proven that much over the centuries, hadn’t I? That was why I had been sent here, why I’d been made in the first place. And she probably wouldn’t like that much either, would she? I was beautiful too, in my own way, but I was as cruel and brutal as any other creature in the castle. The proof of it littered my body and yet...it would protect her.

I would protect her.

In that moment, I came to a quiet conclusion: the nightmares, both real and imagined, would not find her here.

Not while she was in my care.

She would certainly fear me, even hate me for some time. I could take that. But eternity was long and a mind may be changed. And in time, she would come to know all of us, with our sad and strange and romantic tales to be told. My ferocity, the fear of many within our dark world, would become her shield and her sacrifice would not be in vain. In that moment, I promised her everything, the dreamer, and I hummed through the night, chasing monster far, far away.

Perhaps it would be enough for now…

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I think your post about the assassins reacting to someone being muslim is fine, you don’t owe anyone a nice time from reading it, and if it means something to you then they should respect that and not bring it up just to poke fun

(Not trying to start anything, just felt you should know that you aren’t wrong or “problematic” for it)

Thank you so much for your support, kind anon.

It was indeed a personal experience that I relate to. It was fun just watching as people normalize assuming others' backgrounds, such as their ethnicities, religions, etc, on a supposedly safe platform.🤦🏻‍♀️

I really appreciate your support, especially with the spreading of cancel culture. But don't worry, I don't budge, and I'm still proud of my work.

I'm currently working on getting back with more AC, Vikings and TVD stuff and getting this blog alive again, but I just haven't had the chance to wrap it up yet. Hopefully, it will all be out by the end of the year... Hopefully 👀 🤷🏻‍♀️

I love you, Anon. Have a virtual hug. ❤️✨

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God, I wrote this so many years ago. But let's see if I can try to defend it, because this is the one thing that I posted that I actually felt close to (to an extent). 😅

Until now, I haven't played any of the other games starting from Liberation, because the version that I had and still have was/is off, hence why I only wrote about these four dudes. What I was aiming for as I wrote this was to show different outside views regarding Islam - The confused views, the curious views, the respectful/normal views and there had to be the confused suspicious views and finally the discriminative opinion. I may not have done a great job with it, but at the time it felt good enough for me, and it still does, because God knows how writing this was a great personal experience (that's another story for another time).

How They’d React to Muslim Master Assassin…

Summary - Reader is a Muslim master assassin and this is how the Altair, Ezio, Ratonhnhakè;ton, Haytham and Desmond react to her.

Warnings - None.

A/N - Something new? I hope you like it! Also, let me know if you’d like a second part! This is not fully edited, guys.

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Altair would be puzzled, as to why you work with them. He had seen the cautious looks, that the Muslim residents of the Levant spare them and he wasn’t stupid, for he knew that Islam stood against killers. However, he didn’t know how you stood with the Assassins and that led to doubts, regarding you.

You were an extremely kind and generous person, always making time to stop during missions and give beggars some food and/or money. He half-expected that you wouldn’t be able to fight, until of course he witnessed you on the field.

He witnessed your kind eyes, as they sharpened like those of an eagle, and your gentle hands as they gripped your blades, firmly. He watched you as you struck your enemies with a battle cry, yelling “Ya Allah!” as you walked between them in agility.

He still didn’t understand, though. How could your religion have a stance against something and demand peace while you’d work with them.

“Why are you an assassin?” He asked you, standing in the doorway as you’d sit in a room, holding your Moshaf in your hands.

“I don’t understand what you mean, I’m afraid.” You gently, spoke.

“Your religion has a stance against violence, yet you joined us and you still continue to practice your religion.” He explained himself.

“Why did you?” You responded.

“To fight for a cause..” He answered, hesitantly.

“Exactly. My religion has a clear stance against violence and murder, yet peace isn’t always… Logical or right. My religion demands to let peace be, yet it also demands to fight tyranny - if fighting it with words would not do then, we fight it with strength. It demands to fight those who fight us in our religion or fight the innocents and the weak, who can’t defend themselves. And so, I joined you. I’m against stealing and some of the other things assassins do but, I am not against ridding the world of vile enslavers.” You finished.

“But other Muslims here-”

“Don’t understand our cause.” You smiled, gently.

And he, finally understood.

Ezio would probably not know a lot about Islam. He would probably ask Yusuf about it so much that Yusuf would get bored and tell him to shove off and to actually go and do some research himself. That would lead to Ezio stomping like a child towards Sofia’s store to borrow some of her books. He would find himself a quiet corner with only scholars and philosophers sitting there to try and get himself in the mood. He would start reading and-

“WHAT?! No drinking?!! No… NO SEX??!! WHAT?! HOW?!”

He would probably get a lot of strange looks and glares as he sat there, reading - not that he would care, anyway. He would storm you with questions about how you manage to do or not to do certain things.

“How come you don’t eat pork? Do you have any idea what you’re missing out on?”

You would have to explain to him how you have lots of different types and nationalities of food to eat, given how big the Ottoman Empire was at that time, and that you actually find pork gross. You’d also tell him that you think he’s the one, who’s missing out on a lot.

“Okay but, how come you can’t have sex ‘till marriage? How in the world do you fast? Isn’t it hard?! How come you can’t drink wine?”

He’d follow you around all day and accompany you on missions because, he’d have certain questions.

“Are you sure you’re not a nun?”

Giving him blank “seriously?” faces would be part of your daily life.

“Mentor, with all due respect… What do you want?!”

“I want to learn!” He’d look at you with a desperate expression on your face. “You seem to have so much knowledge about the world and about everything and you belong to a religion, that I never knew anything about. I wish to learn if you’d be my teacher.”

Your eyes would soften at his request.

“Fine.”

And so, the puppy-following continued.

Haytham would not know what to do. You’d be a lady in Boston. People would know all about you, the woman who fights for freedom and doesn’t actually have any slaves of her own and also, the filthy rich lady who does everything for herself and let’s not forget the thirty something lady, who has never been married before. You’d also, be Achilles’ first student ever, as the man raised you after your parents, whom he worked with, were killed by Templars.

Haytham would come, looking for you. He had heard slash gathered information about a woman, who was trying to reunite the Assassins, pull them back to strength and actually rise with them, again so, that was partly why he came to Boston. First time, he saw you, you were defending a slave from the cruelty of his seller.

You had heard the sound of cries and a whipping noise before you saw the leather rope going down on the skin of the young boy. Immediately, you rushed to see a grown brute with a cruel expression, beating him. You had known the man was a Templar, too.

“Ay! Stop!” You rushed to stand in front of the little boy. The man gave you an angry expression, that mirrored yours.

“What do ye want?!!” He growled.

You paused for a moment before growling back, “That is a human, not an animal!”

“Maybe you should tell him that! Then, maybe he’d learn not to steal food!”

You looked back at the cowering boy. Your eyes softened as you saw his scared boney form before they’d harshen, again as you turned back to the man.

“Maybe he’d learn not to if you actually gave him shelter and food and showed him kindness!”

“Oh, do you hear this muzzy, fellas?! Oh, the soft heart of women.” He laughed, mockingly.

Haytham saw the steam coming out of your covered ears before he saw you getting into the face of the brute, “I am a lady. And I’m a Muslim. You’d do well to remember that.” You lowered your voice, dangerously.

“Ye little-” The man seethed, raising his whip to strike you with it. Haytham started to move towards him but, you grabbed the landing hand of the man, twisting it around. You made him kneel on the ground as you’d sprain his arm, making him scream.

“How much for the boy?!” You yelled at the man.

“What?!” The man cried, tears of agony running down his face.

“How much?!!”

“Twenty pounds! Twenty! Please!” He begged. You grabbed the whip from his hand before letting him go. You took the money out, throwing it in front of him. Haytham watched you take the scared boy back inside your house, impressed at what you did. None of the nearby men bothered to do anything while you, courageously stood up to the great monster.

The next day, Haytham saw the boy dressed fancily and walking around town. The day after, he saw you walking with your arm around the fancily dressed boy.

He followed the two of you into a diner and when the boy went to order your food, he approached you.

“Grand Master.” You greeted, not looking at him.

“You have heard of me.” He raised his eyebrow in surprise.

“Who hasn’t?”

“Then, I guess we’d better get into business. It has reached my ears that you are moving against us, again.” He leaned closer to whisper to you.

“We’re Assassins. Why, yes, we’re moving against you.”

“I would love to say a little threat but, I’m enjoying this lovely conversation. Therefore, I’m ending this with a warning… Stop or things might end how they did, last time.” He warned, seriously.

“Templars killed my parents, Mr.Kenway.”

“Assassins killed mine.”

Haytham would look at you with so much respect. You, the modestly dressed Muslim Assassin. Both of you were so alike, yet so different. And he was a moth drawn to a flame.

Connor would be confused as to what that beautiful young woman, who was wearing a long loose tunic that ended beneath her knees held at the arms by gauntlets, matching loose pants covering her legs before they were tucked in her ankle boots, the bottom of chest armour showing as her headscarf hid the chest part of it, along with a long cloak that covered her armoured parts and covered the ends of her headscarf, which rested on her shoulders. He’d be confused as to what the modestly dressed fighter would be doing, simply walking in Achilles’ house like that.

“Who are you?” He’d ask, only to be surprised by beautiful innocent eyes looking at him as a kind smile was drawn onto your face.

“A friend of Achilles’.” You spoke, an accent clear in your voice.

“You’re British.”

“And you’re not.” She smiled back at him.

Connor looked back at you in wonder. He had known of Islam, as Islam had reached them long before Columbus and some tribes were already Muslims before the Spanish found them. He had seen those tribes and had connections with people in them. That was mainly the reason why he was surprised that you were an assassin, as those tribes refused to fight, stating that it was against their ethics.

Achilles would greet you, warmly - as warmly as Achilles could greet a friend of his - before introducing you. He would explain that you came to help, not mentioning with what. Connor would think that you were there to help train him in fighting but, you actually weren’t.

You and Achilles would be extremely discrete about why you were actually here. Until one day, you’d be praying and Connor would be standing in the shadows, waiting for you to finish so that, he could talk to you.

“Why are you really here?”

“I was told that you’re hesitant about your faith and your loyalties.”

“What does that have to do with you?!”

“I came to be your advisor - to remind you what we fight for-”

“Don’t lie to me!”

You would turn to look at him with a blank face and glaring eyes,“I do not lie.”

“So, you’re here to knock some sense into me if I don’t cooperate?”

“No. I’m here to advise you and let you choose. I cannot force you to choose something because, it is against my ethics. And besides that, no one can force belief. So, Ratonhnhakè;ton, it is your choice to accept or reject when you’re ready if you truly want to learn.” You’d give him a kind look with a respecting nod before leaving him, standing there.

Members of the brotherhood in Boston will be surprised about how you were British, yet also a Muslim then, you’d be surprised when Connor would explain that Islam isn’t a race and is a choice. Haytham would have mixed feelings about you, though. He would try to wind you up, as you’d be the most collected person in the world but, would end up irritating Connor, as he felt this urge to defend you because, the more he understood you, the more innocent you appeared.

Desmond would be a media-believer, at first. He met you when Shaun needed certain data to reach something and so, he’d call a friend to ask them to collect it for him. That friend would turn out to be you - a Muslim girl, who wears maxi skirts and long sleeved tops and still manages to dress, casually.

“Who are you?” He’d ask.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m a friend of Shaun’s.” You’d smile, politely at him.

He’d start whisper-yelling at Shaun, asking him how he could trust you. He’d call him out for asking for your help and telling you about their hideout.

“Usually, I’m the one with the stick up my arse so, what is wrong with you, Miles?!”

“Don’t you see all the bombing that her people do?! Don’t you, I don’t know, CHECK THE NEWS EVERYDAY?!”

“Which would you like me to check, the templarised news on the telly or the biased ones on social media?” That would leave Desmond speechless.

He wouldn’t trust you, until he’d see you helping him fight off Templars. Someone would try to shoot him so, you’d take the bullet instead.

After they nurse you to health, he’d sit at your side and apologise for all of his doubts and his rudeness. You’d be understanding, saying that it was not his fault that Templars were taking over the world.

And that would be the start of your friendship.

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It’s a crime regardless of status, sexuality, gender, wealth or health.

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Why did we ever stop wearing 18th century clothing

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i know kindness exists because i am kind