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Story Idea: Assassin’s Creed - Sugar Baby AU (EzioAltDes)

I got the idea for a Sugar Baby AU about four days ago, and it has rotted my brain spectacularly since. Below is a quick summary of the AU, but under the cut will be the background information, the main trio's occupation and backstories, and the actual outline.

Since it's about ~5k words total, I'll be more or less dividing them into sections (just like my Ego Sum Qui Sum work) for each chapter/mini-arc of the AU.

Feel free to use this idea and/or outline!

WARNING: This AU includes mentions of child death (Federico & Petruccio) and child abuse (implied with Altaïr, explicitly stated for Desmond). While not graphic, these themes are present. Additionally, IX. The Ultimate Test features Ezio struggling with his mental health. Please skip or click off if any of this makes you uncomfortable.

Summary:

Ezio Auditore is broke, exhausted, and entirely too stubborn for his own good. Between law school, commissions, and barely making ends meet, he doesn’t have time for handouts—especially not from two annoyingly rich bastards who think they can sweep in and take care of him.

Altaïr and Desmond, unfortunately, have other plans.

Ezio resists. He really does. But then it’s their coffee in his hands, their jacket around his shoulders, their apartment he keeps finding himself in. One day, he wakes up and realizes he hasn’t paid for a single meal in weeks. He should be horrified.

Instead, he just feels warm.

Or: Ezio tries to resist being spoiled. He fails spectacularly.

AU INFORMATION

If you end up using this, feel free to change the title, but I've been calling it "Spoiled Sweetly (to my blissful doom)"

Modern AU (No Assassins, Templars, or Isu/First Civ).

Altaïr and Desmond are already in an established relationship by the start of the story.

This story is meant to span from Ezio's sophomore year to the start of his junior year (2nd Year to 3rd Year of University).

For the sake of the AU, Bad Weather (the nightclub Desmond canonically tended to) is a luxury location where the rich and wealthy gather.

I placed a timeskip between parts IX and X!

BACKGROUNDS

Ezio's Background

Law student, 2nd-year/sophomore, barely scraping by.

To make ends meet, he takes on odd jobs and art commissions, inspired by how he painted targets in canon.

The Auditores aren't exactly wealthy, but they get by.

However, when Ezio was young, a violent incident (break-in? mass murder?) took the lives of his father and brothers, leaving his mother in shock.

With no financial stability, debt collectors, loan sharks, and all kinds of opportunists swarmed them.

Maria, who was a housewife, had no means to fight back, and Ezio and Claudia were too young to do anything. They lost everything.

Maria fell ill from grief, and Claudia followed soon after.

Ezio tried his best to take care of them—worked odd jobs, bargained, and more,

But it wasn't enough, and he was all alone.

He was placed in the foster system, bouncing between orphanages and bad homes until around 16.

He fought tooth and nail for an early emancipation, managing to also get lucky enough to get a university scholarship early, even with the sub-par orphanage-provided schooling.

After managing to save up and get his own apartment, he worked odd jobs with terrible pay and dealt with awful commission clients just to afford rent and groceries.

Altaïr's Background

Runs a VIP security service that caters to high-profile clients, former military, and the elite.

People find his personality generally unappealing or difficult to deal with, but he's in high demand because he's just that good at his job.

He was born into what was essentially a cult that worshipped god-like figures (inspired by the Isu/First Civ, though they don't exist here.)

The cult's leader, Rashid, took him under his wing after his father died.

He was raised under strict, militant discipline—trained from childhood to be ruthless, efficient, and detached, resulting in a variety of scars—including one on his lip.

At 13, he met Desmond Miles, a runaway escaping his father, William Miles.

In usual Desmond fashion, he challenged everything Altaïr had been taught, managing to shift his perspective on the world.

Somewhere along the lines, he ended up leaving the cult with Desmond.

Altaïr ended up landing a job as a bouncer at a bar where he gained a reputation for being brutally effective.

His skills eventually caught the attention of legitimate security services, leading to a job offer in private security.

Over time, he saved enough money and built enough connections to start his own security company.

He and Desmond had spent years making allies on the streets who desperately needed jobs, and so those were his first hires.

Desmond's Background

Highly successful bartender serving celebrity clients and high-profile figures with information dealing as a side job.

Extremely charismatic with a wide social network—a keeper of secrets too. People talk when they drink, and Desmond makes sure to note things down for later use.

Born into a private military family with high expectations—his family has a long line of sergeants.

As the only son of William Miles, a high-ranking officer, he was pushed to his limits from a young age.

He was trained relentlessly, sparred constantly, and lived under strict discipline.

At 13, a sparring match with a live blade went wrong, leaving him with a scar on his lips.

Deciding that was the final straw, he ran away, eventually crossing paths with Altaïr.

He landed a job as a waiter at a bar, the same one where Altaïr worked as a bouncer, and quickly worked his way up over the years, eventually becoming a bartender.

He steadily climbed the ranks, moving from small bars to high-end clubs—Altaïr always close behind, of course.

Eventually, get managed to get an exclusive event bartender gig, leading to more elite events and connections with the wealthy and the powerful.

As a bartender, he hears a lot of confessions, knows things he legally shouldn't, so if someone needs information or a connection, Desmond is the go-to guy.

OUTLINE

I. Coffee & Coincidences

Desmond and Altaïr are on a rare, private date at a cafe.

Ezio, meanwhile, was rushing to class, having stayed up to finish an essay that was due the night before.

It’s actually Desmond who bumps into Ezio, though the coffee spills on Altaïr’s coat.

Ezio stares for a moment because that coffee had been a luxury—a little reward for himself after surviving back-to-back lectures and all-nighters to finish a commission.

- He had spent minutes justifying the expense in his head before ordering - He didn’t have a budget for another one. - But that was his problem, not theirs.

Ezio starts apologizing, offering to cover the dry cleaning even if he knows he’ll have to cut on his already meager grocery budget to afford it.

But Desmond is amused at the notion,

- “You gonna foot the bill for that, pretty boy?” - “I spilled it,” Ezio shot back, crossing his arms. “I’ll pay for it.” - “You sure? Because this coat isn’t exactly cheap.” - Ezio scowled, “What, you think I can’t afford it?” - Desmond grinned. “Oh, I know you can’t afford it.” - Ezio's eye twitched. - Altaïr sighed.

Introductions happen (reluctantly on Ezio’s part). Ezio doesn’t recognize them at all, though that’s not a surprise.

Desmond waves the incident off, and when Ezio tries to protest, Altaïr steps in and tells him to let it go,

- Ezio was suspicious. - But he was also late for class. - “Fine,” he muttered, grabbing his bag. “But this isn’t over.” - Desmond chuckled. “Looking forward to it, baby.” 

The pet name doesn’t register as Ezio rushes out.

Desmond is entertained, Altaïr is unimpressed, and Ezio has unknowingly marked himself as their newest obsession.

II. "Accidental" Encounters

Ezio never believed in fate—life had never really given him any reason to,

But when he started running to Altaïr and Desmond again—and again, and again—he should have been suspicious.

Instead, he mostly just felt annoyed,

- “You again?” - Desmond smirked. “You sound happy to see me.” - “Forgive me," Ezio scoffed. "I’ve had a long day.”

He runs into Desmond at a cafe after getting groceries,

- Desmond subtly prods questions at him, though he doesn’t realize. - "You get all your meals from here?"

Then Altaïr is at the library while he’s studying a case for his Criminal Law class.

Then, at a bookstore, while Ezio was struggling to justify buying a secondhand law textbook (that still cost way too much!).

Then at the university gym (Altaïr was apparently an expert at hand-to-hand combat and had an irritating way of critiquing Ezio’s form).

Then at a vendor’s stall (Desmond buys a meal and smugly offers to split, the bastard).

Ezio isn’t stupid. He notices the pattern,

- “Are you two following me?” He finally demanded after yet another ‘coincidental’ meeting at a bus stop - Desmond snorted. “That’s an interesting accusation.” - Altaïr, frustratingly enough, didn’t even blink. “Do you really think we have the time for that?”

Ezio hesitates because it's not like they had a reason to stalk some broke law student. But it's still weird as hell.

Desmond just laughs and says it's fate, Ezio counters by saying he doesn’t believe in it, and Altaïr just cryptically says maybe he should.

If Ezio had been paying attention, he might have noticed the way Desmond leaned in slightly.

Or how Altaïr’s smirk held something more than just amusement.

But he wasn’t…

Oh well.

III. The Soft Sell

It starts small.

Desmond started showing up to the cafe (suspiciously always at the same time Ezio did), getting to the cashier first and conveniently ordering one extra coffee,

- “Don’t be ridiculous,” Ezio scoffed the first time Desmond held it out to him. “I can pay for my own coffee.” - Desmond raised a brow, “Then pay me back later.” - Ezio narrowed his eyes, “I will.” - “Sure, pretty boy,” Desmond drawled, sipping his own drink with far too much amusement. - Ezio grumbled but took the coffee.

Next, it was Altaïr at lunch in the library,

- Ezio just stared at him. “You can’t be serious.” - “You don’t eat enough,” Altaïr said, utterly unconcerned. - Ezio scoffed. “I eat plenty.” Altaïr didn’t even look up from his book. “You eat whatever is cheapest and smallest.” - Ezio bristled. “That’s not—” - Altaïr finally met his gaze, sharp and knowing. - Ezio clenched his jaw. - “This is not charity,” Altaïr said simply, pushing the food closer. “Eat.”

Ezio barely recovers before the next ‘coincidence’ happens.

This time, Ezio’s walking home from university—it was getting late, which was dangerous considering where Ezio lived.

Then a sleek black car pulled up beside him, the window rolling down,

- Desmond, grinning far too smugly, leaned against the steering wheel. “Need a ride?” - Ezio exhaled sharply through his nose. “I am perfectly capable of walking.” - Altaïr flatly scanned the dark, empty streets. “Sure.” - Ezio crossed his arms. “I don’t need saving.” - Desmond smirked. “Who said we were saving you?”

And it keeps on happening, over and over.

The thing is, Altaïr and Desmond never pushed or forced anything. They just… became a constant. A presence that became normal.

Ezio should have resisted harder, really, but every time he moved to argue, they would argue, deflect, or just plain ignore his protests,

- A well-timed reminder that he wasn’t eating enough. - A teasing remark to make it feel less like charity. - A casual offer for something he hadn’t even realized he’d need.

Yeah, Ezio was losing this metaphorical war.

IV. Desmond Plays the Long Game

Ezio had always been stubborn—it was both a blessing and a curse because it kept him going when most would have folded, but also made him terrible at accepting help.

He had a habit of brushing off kindness, of turning down offers even when he clearly needed them.

Desmond found it infuriatingly endearing.

So he did what he did best—he observed, learned, and most importantly, he waited.

He started picking up on the little things,

- The way Ezio tapped his fingers against the table when he was lost in thought - The absent-minded way he ran his hand through his hair and tugged when he was frustrated - The quiet sighs he let out when he was too tired to keep his guard up

Most people wouldn’t notice, but Desmond did, so he started to intervene.

Desmond starts dragging Ezio into late-night walks, started by a casual text at odd hours,

- Desmond: You up? - Ezio: Unfortunately.

They never have a destination in mind, sometimes ending up at a 24-hour cafe, other times, they just walk.

Ezio talks about anything and everything during these, and Desmond, ever dutiful, listens.

He gets attached, naturally, because underneath the exhaustion, beneath the snark and stubborn pride, Ezio was brilliant.

One night, after yet another exhausting day, Desmond invites him over to the one he usually tends to—Bad Weather,

- Desmond: Come by Bad Weather. You need a drink. - Ezio: I can’t afford Bad Weather. - Desmond: I didn’t say you had to. - There was a long pause before Ezio finally caved.

Desmond didn’t think he’d show, but Ezio just rolls his eyes and accepts the drink Desmond poured for him without thinking.

The bar’s full of rich and powerful people, so Ezio feels a little out of place,

- Ezio glanced around the bar, brows furrowing slightly, “I feel like I should be wearing a suit just to be here.” - Desmond chuckled. “Please. Half of the people here inherited their money and have no idea how to spend it. You actually work for a living. That’s worth more than their net worth combined.” - “That’s a dangerous mindset for someone who makes money off of these people.” - “I don’t take their money. They give it to me.”

Then, Desmond prods about law school, causing Ezio to start ranting,

- “So, tell me. How’s law school treating you?” - Ezio groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Don’t even get me started.”

Desmond slides more drinks to Ezio as he talks. A few drinks in, and he was looser, his usual sharp edges softened.

Desmond keeps him talking about schoolwork, his workload, his art commissions.

He files every little detail away.

Then, casually—too casually, really—he asks,

- “What if you didn’t have to worry about money?"

Ezio laughs, thinking it's a joke,

- “What, are you offering to sponsor my education now?”

Desmond doesn’t correct him.

V. Altaïr Pushes Buttons

Altaïr, unlike Desmond, took the opposite approach.

He engaged Ezio in a battle of wits and endurance, a game neither of them would ever explicitly acknowledge but would play anyway.

And Altaïr, much to Ezio’s frustration, was really, really good at challenging him.

It starts subtly, with a few questions here and there,

- “Explain this case to me,” Altaïr said, arms crossed as he leaned back in his chair. - Ezio, naturally, rose to the occasion. “Which part?” - “All of it.”

Ezio would huff, but his eyes would spark as he picked the case apart piece by piece.

Altaïr would listen and absorb every detail, then poke holes into Ezio’s reasoning, questioning him and countering the logic.

Ezio thinks Altaïr’s just being difficult, but then he’d see the subtly curl of Altaïr’s lips when Ezio found a way to counter his arguments, something almost like approval flickering in his expression.

And Ezio thrived.

It becomes routine, the late-night debates over cases, philosophy, or even finer points of morally gray areas.

They argue for hours until he’s exhausted, slumped over a table but grinning,

- Altaïr, the smug bastard, always looked perfectly composed in contrast.

Somewhere in the mix, Altaïr starts pushing Ezio’s boundaries in other ways, too.

Sometimes, Altaïr would slip a casual Arabic phrase or word, and subconsciously, Ezio starts picking up on their meanings.

Ezio doesn’t realize he’d been absorbing it, just nodding along and responding until one day, when Desmond called him out,

- “Since when did you speak Arabic?” - Ezio blinked. “What?” - Desmond gestured lazily. “You just responded to Altaïr in Arabic. You even said it right.” - Ezio turned to Altaïr, eyes narrowing. “You planned this.” - Altaïr just looked at him, perfectly neutral. “Did I?”

Then there would be the meals, surprisingly enough.

A moment where Ezio forgets to eat—not intentionally, of course, but with everything going on, he just… forgot.

Then, suddenly, Altaïr places a plate of food in front of him,

- “I’m not hungry,” Ezio muttered, glancing back at his notes. - Altaïr didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just said, calmly, “Eat.” - Ezio scowled. “I said—” - But something in Altaïr’s tone made Ezio hesitate. - Altaïr simply watched him. Unmoving. Unyielding. - Ezio glared for a few more seconds. Then, with a quiet huff, he picked up the fork. - He ate.

VI. The Unravelling

With all that had been going on in the whirlwind of Ezio’s life, it made sense that he didn’t notice at first.

When Desmond paid for dinner, Ezio barely batted an eye now. Didn’t argue, didn’t reach for his wallet, didn’t even register the exchange until he was walking back home.

He brushed it off, told himself that it would just be this once.

But it happened again.

This time it was at the cafe he frequented—Ezio walked into the building where Desmond was already waiting, rubbing his temples after a brutal lecture, and Desmond just… slid a cup to him.

And Ezio automatically took it. Didn’t even realize until half of the cup was empty. Ezio opens his mouth, but Desmond beats him to it,

- “Don’t even start.” -Ezio narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t say anything.” -“You were going to.” - Ezio scoffed. “You don’t know that.” - Desmond raised a brow. - Ezio huffed. He took another sip, muttering under his breath. “Bastardo.” - Desmond just grinned. “Love you too.”

Then there was Altaïr.

Ezio hadn’t commuted anywhere by himself in weeks.

He just started expecting to see the familiar sleek, high-end car idling at the curb at the end of university.

One day, Ezio just reaches for the passenger door handle before even registering what he was doing.

It happens again while Ezio is studying.

Now, he expects Altaïr to have a snack or meal waiting for him every time he stops by the library.

Absentmindedly reaches out to the container before he even sits down because his stomach is growling.

But the breaking point happens on a cold night outside a restaurant.

All three had just finished dinner, Ezio halfway through a debate with Altaïr about some case study, while Desmond stepped away to handle the bill.

A cold wind rushes past, making Ezio shiver, then Altaïr shrugs off his coat—the same expensive one he had spilled coffee on when they met all those months ago—and drapes it over Ezio without a word.

Ezio barely reacted, only pulling the coat around himself tighter as he kept talking.

It wasn’t until they were halfway towards the car that it hit him—the already paid bill, the warm and heavy coat, the car waiting at the curb.

Oh.

- Ezio froze mid-step. - Desmond glanced over his shoulder, “You good?” - Ezio stared at the coat. Then at Desmond. Then at Altaïr. - “…I’m getting spoiled.” - Desmond smirked. “Finally noticed?” - Ezio opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked genuinely horrified. “No. No, no. I— I am not—” - Altaïr raised a brow. “You are.” - “I am not,” Ezio insisted. “This—this is just—you offered—” - Desmond snorted. “Uh-huh.” - Ezio turned to Altaïr, desperate. “Tell him he’s being ridiculous.” - Altaïr’s face was perfectly neutral. “He’s not.” - Ezio looked betrayed. “You—You are both ridiculous.”

Altaïr and Desmond exchange a knowing glance.

And that’s when Ezio realizes that they weren’t going to argue or fight him on this, not because he’s wrong but because—

- They were waiting. - Waiting for the inevitable. - Waiting for him to give in. - Waiting for him to realize there was no way out of this. - Ezio’s heart pounded. - He was losing.

VII. The Breaking Point

Ezio’s day had been shit.

It started with his exam results—he had worked hard, studied until his eyes burned, and poured hours into preparation.

But when the grades were posted, his score wasn’t what he expected.

It wasn’t a failure—not even close. In fact, he had done well,

But it wasn’t enough (not for his standards anyway).

Yet Ezio was still Ezio, so he clenched his jaw and decided not to think about it.

Then came the commission.

He had been counting on it—rent was due soon, and his budget was already spread thin,

But the client backed out with the excuse of finding another artist who could do it for cheaper, despite already agreeing to Ezio’s rate.

He swallowed down the frustration and sent a polite response, even though his hands ached to throw something,

And then, just to really twist the knife, his apartment’s heating broke.

The landlord? Useless. Maintenance? Busy. Earliest it could be repaired? Next week.

- Ezio sat on his bed, wrapped in his thin excuse for a blanket, and pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. - Just for a second. - Just to breathe.

Then his phone buzzes, and as Ezio is staring blearily at the screen, he realizes it's Desmond,

Desmond: Dinner. No Arguments

Ezio hesitates, because he should say no. He should stay in, tough it out, and deal with it like he always did.

But he was cold, tired, and the thought of being in his freezing apartment all alone made something in his chest curl tight.

So he puts on a sweater and goes.

When he steps inside Bad Weather, it's the warmth that hits him first.

Not just the temperature, but the atmosphere—the low hum of conversation, the scent of food and liquor, the way Desmond looks up from behind the counter and immediately smiles,

- “Hey, gorgeous.” - Ezio scoffed, shaking off the cold. “Don’t start with me.” - Desmond just slid a plate across the counter. “Your usual.” - Ezio paused. Looked at the food. - Hot, fresh, and exactly what he would have ordered.

Ezio should argue. Insist on paying. But he’s too tired, too cold

So he sits and picks up the fork,

- “Altaïr’s here, by the way.” - Ezio barely had time to register that before a heavy warmth settled over his shoulders. - He stiffened and turned his head. - There Altaïr was, draping a thick, expensive-looking blanket around him like it was the most natural thing in the world. - Ezio blinked. “What—” - Altaïr said nothing, instead pressing the edges into place, making sure it was snug around him. - Ezio’s throat felt tight.

He wants to fight it. To push it off—to pretend

But he doesn’t. He just sinks into it, lets it happen.

Lets himself be taken care of.

VIII. Indulgence

Now that Ezio has finally caved, Altaïr and Desmond stop trying to be subtle at all.

Fancy clothes? Bought. Expensive sinners? Scheduled. “Random” gifts? Constant.

Ezio protests, of course, but it’s half-hearted at best now

One night, they catch him in a sweater Altaïr bought him and a watch Desmond picked out.

Another night, Ezio just steals Desmond’s drink and a piece of meat from Altaïr’s plate.

One minute he’s complaining about his old laptop—how the battery barely holds any charge, how the fan sounds like it’s dying, how he lost an entire legal brief because it crashed mid-save

Next thing he knows, he’s being dragged to some high-end electronics store by Altaïr and Desmond,

- “Guys,” Ezio protested, digging his heels in, “I don’t—” - Desmond just slung an arm around his shoulders like he was a particularly stubborn shopping cart. “Come on, baby, just look around.” - Ezio scowled. “I don’t need a new laptop.” - Altaïr, who was already heading to the premium section, didn’t even glance back. “Yes, you do.” - Ezio sputtered. “I already have a laptop!” - “You have a relic,” Desmond corrected. “That thing belongs in a museum.”

Before they can argue further, Altaïr just hands him a brand new laptop—top-of-the-line. Sleek. Expensive. The kind that costs more than three months’ worth of rent,

- “What the fuck.” - “Consider it an early graduation gift,” Altaïr said, tone utterly impassive. - Ezio was a sophomore. - He gripped the edges of the box like he was considering throwing the damn thing. “I hate you both.” - Desmond grinned, “Love you too, baby.” - Ezio groaned, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes. “You absolute bastards.” - Altaïr just sipped at his coffee.

Following that, they drag him to a designer boutique of all places.

Ezio, of course, takes one look at countless racks of stupidly expensive clothes and tries to turn around and leave immediately.

Desmond catches him by the back of his sweater,

“I am not doing this.” - Desmond just grinned, way too pleased with himself. “Pretty boy, you are doing this.” - “No.” - “Yes.” - “No.” - “Yes.” - Altaïr—who had been watching the exchange with all the patience of a saint—finally stepped in. “Ezio.” - Ezio gritted his teeth. He knew that tone. That specific tone meant ‘stop fighting and accept your fate.’ - Ezio narrowed his eyes. “You planned this.” - Desmond didn’t even have the decency to deny it. “Yeah, kinda.” - Ezio groaned. “I hate you both.”

He ends up with an armful of clothing anyway.

At some point, Desmond shoves a leather jacket into his hands, and it fits. It fits ridiculously well. Too well, even.

Because it made him feel like he belonged here, in a world of luxury and excess, with Desmond and Altaïr.

It made something in his chest twist,

- Desmond stepped closer, adjusting the collar and smoothing out the sleeves. His fingers lingered at Ezio’s wrists, his voice softer. “Just take the damn thing, baby.” - Ezio swallowed. - For once, he doesn’t argue.

IX. The Ultimate Test

Ezio doesn’t mean to push them away. Not really, but the thought, once it appeared, refused to leave his head.

But as he stares at his reflection, wearing new clothes and spotting the new laptop sitting on his bed, some unpleasant thoughts start to make themselves known.

A whisper at first, then a murmur, and now a constant, vicious snarl in his head.

- What the fuck are you doing, leeching off of two guys who are happily in a relationship? Clinging to them like you belong? - The thought was unbearable.

It’s stupid. He knows it’s stupid. But the thought won’t leave him alone.

They had each other before he even came into the picture. They would be fine without him. Have been fine without him.

So what the hell is he doing? Why is he letting them take care of him like some helpless pretty thing?

Ezio is just… there. Their charity case. Their idiot, stray law student that they’ve inexplicably decided to pamper, and for what? What does he bring to the table? What does he give them?

The answer is obvious.

Nothing.

So Ezio stops.

He decides, in the only way he knows how, that he’s going to prove to himself and them that he doesn’t need them. He digs in his heels and stubbornly refuses everything.

For the first three days, it isn't so bad.

Desmond swings by his apartment to pick him up for class. Ezio tells him he’s already on his way (A lie—he takes the subway and hates every second of it).

Altaïr hands him a coffee when they cross paths on the way to one of his odd jobs. Ezio shakes his head, feigning indifference. (The caffeine withdrawal headache kicks in two hours later.)

They try to buy him lunch, and he refuses.

They ask him about dinner, and he makes up some bullshit excuse.

Desmond and Altaïr watch him. They don’t push, but Ezio can feel their gazes, sharp and considering, like they’re waiting every time they just so happen to come across each other.

By the fourth day, Ezio is flagging.

The subway is miserable. The coffee withdrawal is worse. He’s eating the bare minimum—whatever he can scrounge from his apartment or afford on his own.

It’s familiar and lonely and stupid. So stupid.

But the thought of giving in—of crawling back with his tail between his legs—is unbearable.

By day five, he’s pushing through on sheer willpower alone.

He’s exhausted. His body aches. His assignments pile up. He doesn’t sleep because there’s too much to do, and the lack of proper food is starting to get to him.

But he can do this. He doesn’t need their money or their stupid fucking kindness. He doesn’t need—

He doesn’t mean to pull an all-nighter, but the legal brief he’s working on refuses to cooperate, and before he knows it, the sun is rising and he hasn’t slept at all.

He’s sluggish, thoughts slow, and the only thing keeping him upright is sheer force of will.

He goes to class running on fumes, doesn’t hear a single word of the lecture, and stumbles back to his apartment in a haze.

And then, somehow, Desmond is there,

- Ezio blinked, sluggish and barely comprehending as the door swung shut behind him. - Desmond is standing in the kitchen, completely at ease, a bag of takeout on the counter.

The smell of food hits him like a punch to the gut, stomach cramping angrily, all the while Desmond looks at him with knowing eyes,

- “Hey, baby.” Desmond’s voice is too soft. Too knowing. “Rough couple of days?” - Ezio stiffened, his grip on his bag tightening.  - Don’t fold. Don’t fold. - “I’m fine,” he rasped, pushing past him. “Don’t need—” - His stomach growls. Loudly. - Desmond snorts. “Yeah. Sure.”

Ezio’s vision blurs for a split second as he grits his teeth, exhaustion making his body sway, and then Desmond is there, steadying him and guiding him into a chair before he can protest,

- “Sit down,” Desmond murmured, nudging the takeout towards him. “Eat.” - Ezio swallowed. His throat felt tight. His hands clenched uselessly in his lap. - “I hate you,” he croaked out. - Desmond just smiled, brushing his knuckles against Ezio’s cheek. “I know. Eat, baby.” - Ezio picked up his fork with shaking hands and took a bite. - It’s over.

The first swallow nearly undoes him. The second makes his vision blur. The third—

Fuck.

Ezio makes a broken noise before shoving his sleeve against his eyes, before the tears can fully spill over.

But Desmond sees. Of course he does.

And suddenly there are arms wrapping around him, pulling him close, his head tucked against a broad chest, and—

- “Shh, sweetheart,” Desmond murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” - Ezio gripped the front of his hoodie with shaking hands, unable to stop the way his body folds in.  - He doesn’t sob, not quite, but the tears don’t stop, and when a second pair of arms wrap around him from behind, Ezio makes a choked sound - Altaïr’s voice is quiet, firm. “Enough of this, Ezio.” - Ezio swallowed against the lump in his throat. “I just—” - “You are not a burden,” Altaïr cuts him off. “You are not an inconvenience.” - Desmond tightened his hold. “You’re ours.”

It’s not fair how they make it so easy to fall apart.

They hold him, firm and unyielding, as Ezio lets the last few days break him.

When he stops shaking and the tears finally slow, he sags against them, wrung out and exhausted,

- Desmond pressed another kiss to his hair, voice warm with affection. “Better?” - Ezio sniffed, rubbing at his sore eyes. “No.” - Desmond snorted. “Liar.” - Altaïr hummed, a rare note of amusement in his voice. “We’ve let you suffer long enough.” - Ezio scowled weakly. “Didn’t let me do anything.” - Desmond flicked his ear. “Yea, okay, baby.” - Ezio groaned, but it’s softer now, the fight bleeding out of him. Fuck. He hates them. He hates them. - (He doesn’t. He never could.)

He isn’t getting rid of them, no matter how hard he tries,

- “You’re not getting rid of us,” Desmond murmured, his voice dropping into something quiet, something unshakable. “Stop trying.” - Ezio closed his eyes, breath stuttering. - “Okay,” he whispered.

Ezio doesn’t move for a long time.

He eats.

He lets them hold him.

He’s theirs.

X. Sweet Surrender

Ezio should feel victorious.

He thinks he’s entitled to feel some sort of sense of accomplishment. After all, he lasted longer than anyone (not that there are others to compare to).

A year ago, he had snarled at the mere suggestion of letting anyone, least of all two disgustingly rich bastards, take care of him.

Three months ago, he had been dead set on resisting.

Now?

Now Ezio’s sitting in the passenger seat of one of Altaïr’s many cars, wearing a jacket Desmond bought him, with a new phone in his pocket holding a cup of coffee he hadn’t paid for.

Desmond was in the driver’s seat, humming under his breath as he cruised comfortably through town towards their apartment (Because that was a thing now, Ezio having moved in over the summer).

Altaïr was nowhere to be seen, having gone into some high-end restaurant to pick up their food.

Takeout because Ezio had refused to go inside and sit at a table where the cheapest thing on the menu cost more than his entire (old) grocery budget,

- “…I’m getting spoiled,” Ezio muttered. - Desmond snorted. Didn’t even look at him. "You’re just now figuring that out?" - Ezio glared. “I didn’t say it was a good thing.” - "Didn't say you did." Desmond’s lips twitched, his smirk sharp enough to cut. “But you're sitting in Altaïr’s car, drinking my coffee, waiting for our boyfriend to bring you dinner." - Ezio choked. “You two are not my—” - "You’re wearing the jacket I bought you, with the phone Altaïr picked out, and you haven't paid for coffee in weeks." Desmond tossed his phone onto the dashboard, turning to him with an obnoxiously satisfied grin. "Face it, baby. You’re ours." - Ezio scowled. "I hate you." - Desmond reached out, smooth and lazy, like he’d done this a hundred times before, and tugged Ezio in by the collar of his jacket, pressing a kiss to his temple. - "Love you too, baby," he murmured against his skin.

He’s happier. Healthier. More comfortable in his skin than he’s ever been.

Ezio still insists on paying things when he can, still glares when Desmond or Altaïr swipe their cards before he gets the chance.

But nowadays he lets it happen, lets them take care of him.

There’s a moment, one lazy afternoon, where it truly sinks in.

He’s sprawled on the couch, half-asleep, head pillowed on Desmond’s lap while Altaïr sits at the other end, reading.

Desmond’s fingers are in his hair, absently combing through the strands, and Altaïr’s hand rests against his ankle, warm and grounding.

Ezio sighs, sinking further into their touch. He doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t argue.

He doesn’t need to.

Because, for once in his life, he doesn’t have to do it all alone.

Because he is theirs, and they are his, and that is more than enough.

Wow, this was long, haha. I went a little wild in IX. The Ultimate Test... I really like writing and reading angst, okay?

I have a few ideas for a spin-off and possibly a sequel, though nothing as concrete as this outline. Let me know if you'd like to see that too!

[aralezinspace]

Fic Writer Questions

Stolen from @delta-pavonis cuz I too am procrastinating xD Under cut cuz long

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

36

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

191,110, and going up just about every day xD

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I write Doctor Who, The Sandman, Black Butler, and Assassin's Creed Fandoms with fics that will never see the light of day include Naruto, YuGiOh, Death Note, and Pirates of the Caribbean

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

~Pas de Deux ~That Deathless Death (I would like to thank Hozier for this title) ~Vindictus ~Send Me to Sleep ~Demons Don't Wear Suits ... huh. Aside from send me to sleep these are all Black Butler fics. Interesting, considering I don't really write Black Butler as much as I used to, aside from PDD

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! anything beyond generic 'nice work' type comments I'll respond to everyone (guess that's a benefit of not being a Big Name, I can respond to everyone) I love talking about peoples' interpretations of my writing and also want them to know their encouragement and praise is not unappreciated <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

At present, it's a tie between Vindictus and That Deathless Death... HOWEVER I do have quite a melancholy/bittersweet/feels-y ending in mind for PDD when i finish it in a hundred years xD

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Aside from the fics above they all have pretty happy endings tbh, or at least not-angsty endings xD

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Haven't yet

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

HELL YEA smut with feels, smut with banter, smut with banter and feels, kinky smut, kinky smut with banter and/or feels, 'elegant filth' according to one comment, sprinkle some plot in there for morale- various levels of graphic-ness depending on the Vibes

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

DO I WRITE CROSSOVERS?? I LOVE CROSSOVERS The very first fic I wrote with the intent to share was a niche crossover, Black Butler/Assassin's Creed xD Currently writing a massive niche Sandman/Assassin's Creed crossover

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, hopefully/probably not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I wrote Vindictus with @chromehoplite they're such an incredible writer

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN MY CHILDREN ok the top ones that Send Me every time are Dreamling, Altair/Maria, EzioLeo, Ezio/Sofia, SebaCiel, and The Doctor/River

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Demons Don't Wear Suits- it's based on/inspired by the classic children's pulp fiction books The Bailey School Kids (Aliens Don't Wear Braces is the title I always remember). The ideas just dried up, maybe they'll come back

16. What are your writing strengths?

Descriptions and writing action like fights and chases

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I can't write out of order, for whatever reason my brain has to write the story beginning to end. Like I can't write a bunch of scenes and then put them in order

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Only if relevant tbh. Like I'll throw some Italian in EzioLeo stories courtesy of google translate and a high school language course

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ever ever? Naruto. Those will never see the light of day xD

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

again DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN MY CHILDREN But honestly I think my favorite writing ever has been the RP threads I did with my Doctor Who original character that I'm in the process of consolidating and editing- I love writing her adventures, and she got me through a really dark period in my life

If you're a fic writer and see this TAG YOU'RE IT

[mudaship39]

Alpha Centurion War:

He/she/they got out of his/her/their hover muscle car with a black paint job and red interior that had warp drive tech and entered a notorious intergalactic night club in the Sol System. He/she/they nodded at the bouncer and walked passed him as he let him/her/them pass without even checking him/her/them for hard light plasma weapons. He/she/they bumped fists with the bouncer. Alexander/Alexandria was in extremely trendy intergalactic night club in the Sol System between Earth and Mars. Creatures, humans, aliens, & humanoids from all over the planet, solar system, galaxy, & universe attended this nightclub. It was surrounded by many space restaurants, space bars, & many space malls in the Sol System. Some came for leisure. Some came to execute underhanded business transactions from as minuscule intergalactic drug deals and as petite as plotting assassinations of international or intergalactic world leaders. Some came to execute underhanded business transactions from as colossal as intergalactic cosmic empire takeovers. Lawbreakers, businessmen/businesswomen, & the wealthy with too many cash, gold coins (magical, divine, angelic, demonic, devil, & mystical humans and humanoids paid this way), & or credits to expend were the regular clientele. He/she/they are a regular customer here. Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macky Smith he/she/they are on a first name basis with all the crime lords, weapon dealers, & rouge scientific facilities in the solar system, galaxy and some crime lords, weapons dealers, & rouge scientific facilities in the universe, & multiverse. Alexander Mack Smith/Alexanderia Macy Smith served several years as a United Federations of the Sol Systems Asset. They served several years as an intergalactic law enforcement and intergalactic intelligence officer. They have over 98.9% mission completion rating and are proficient in undercover work, investigation, assassination, linguistics, sabotage, & infiltration. They have served several years in the Sol System Space Marines. They served numerous years in Earth Space Marine Force Recon. They have wide-ranging black ops and spec ops background. They finished Sol System Space Army Ranger, Sol System Space Navy Seal, Sol System Space Marine Force Recon training, & Sol System Space Delta Force training. They are the most powerful shapeshifter and changeling bar none. They are a master of every weapon known to man, women, Asgardian, Tamaranean, Jotunn, Daxamite, Vanir, Atlantean, & Kryptonian. They can drive, fly, & pilot everything. Tell him/her/them to liberate captives they will. Tell him/her/them to capture an enemy location they will. Tell him/her/them to eliminate terrorists and not only will they wipe out the whole group but they will give you actionable Intel on their operations and associates. Tell him/her/them to keep an operation completely off the books it won’t even hit the gossip boards. On the surface he/she/they in their male form seems wild, careless, stubborn, rash, arrogant, showy, vulgar, loud and he/she/they in his/her/their female form seems cold, detached, jaded, distrustful, scornful, & cynical but these are both facades and masks. In actuality he/she/they are a strategist with a good sense of logic, reasoning, tactics, & strategy. He/she/they are also violent, sadistic, aggressive, hostile, brutal, ruthless, & merciless in a fight.” e/she/they are brave, heroic, compassionate, thoughtful, charismatic, alluring, realistic, & pragmatic. His/her/their emotional detachment and stoicism makes him/her/them a good soldier. 

He/she/they wore charcoal and ruby military class heavy assault Iuyamian combat armor and power armor that were both made out of materials stronger than Wakandan vibranium the metal that made up the suit of the Black Panther (T’challa), adamantium the metal that made the metal claws of Wolverine (James Howlett Logan) and Sabertooth (Victor Creed), & nth metal. The Iuyamian armor had a gorget (that protects the chest), a bevor (protecting the lower face, neck, chin, & throat) a breastplate or chestplate (that protects the chest), backplate, pauldrons (that protect the shoulders), plackart (that protected the lower half of the torso), cuirass (that protected the front of the torso), culet (that protects the small of back and the buttocks), couters (that protects the elbows), poleyns (that protected the knees), faulds (to protect the waist and hips), gauntlets (that protect the forearms to the hands), gardbraces (to protect the armpits), vambraces (that protect the elbow to the forearm), sabatons (that protect the feet), cuisses (to protect the thighs), tassat (that protect the groin, upper thighs, & pelvis), & greaves (that covered from the shin to the knee). The power armor helmet was designed with a sharper temple, with a metallic shine, a full curved ridge, a definite brow, a prominent muzzle, & a solitary dark cambion glowing visor with two eye holes. The power armor helmet was also designed with a dark umber and dark scarlet color, a faintly more skeletal look, & it had distinct cheeks. The power armor helmet had claw marks going above its left eye to the bottom of its left cheek. The claw marks were from a female were-human who is someone who is powerful as King Shark, Wolverine, Beast, Sabertooth, Juggernaut, Orca, Killer Croc, The Shark, Gorilla Grodd, Copperhead, Monsieur Mallah, Manbat, Bane, & Cheetah combined. This dangerous were-human was armed with gauntlets with serrated diamond tipped metal claws made of a metal stronger than nth metal coated in element x. Cardinal Changeling barely defeated her in their Hybrid/Chimera or Beast/Feral/Primal form. Instead of repairing it Scarlet Shapeshifer kept the claw marks as proof of their battle out of respect. The power armor helmet was designed with numerous Iuyamian marks on the face, the power armor helmet had lines of Iuyamian characters on both cheeks and temple, the power armor helmet was decorated with countless Iuyamian symbols, the power armor helmet had unique Iuyamian writing on both brows and the muzzle, the power armor helmet had organic cybernetic and natural bionic elements (these organic cybernetic and natural bionic elements were on its temple, on its snout, & and on both cheeks), the power armor helmet had two shining cardinal lines going down the two right and left eye holes of his/her/their dark fire brick glowing visor, & finally the power armor helmet had bizarre sophisticated patterns around the jaw area making it distantly look like a face. All of this gave his/her/their power armor helmet a menacing and remarkable look that motivated allies and petrified enemies.

Dossier, Profile, Record, & Archive: Full Name: Alexander Kana’i Mack Ryuu Francisco Makoa Smith/Alexandria Ataahua Macy Haruka Francisca Smith. Aliases: the Blue Basilisk, Cardinal Changeling, Cambion Chimera, Emerald Eagle, Firebrick Fox, Golden Griffin, Harlequin Hippogriff, Jade Jaguar, Kobi Kitsune, Scarlet Shapeshifter, & the White Werewolf. History: N/A Highly classified. SSSS level clearance required. Ethnicity: Racial Identity: an East Asian Japanese and Hispanic Colombian person of color. Cultural Identity: Polynesian Hawaiian and Tongan Indigenous Pasifika and Colombian Amerindian Indigenous to the lowlands of Colombia. Xeno Identity: Iuyamanian extraterrestrial hybrid. Height: Depends on gender and gender identity. Weight: Depends on gender and gender identity. Hair color: when not transformed: Black. when transformed: red. Eye color: when not transformed: Brown. when transformed: red. Skin color: when not transformed: Brown (terra cotta). when transformed: red. Build: fit or athletic. Occupation: scientist. Background in: archeology, anthropology, biology, paleontology, & zoology. Disability: autism, ADD, ADHD. Bionic and cybernetic prosthetic eye as a result of being disfigured by a hard light plasma sword wielded by a female alien super soldier who fought for the Earth Space Military. Mental Illnesses: depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, OCD or obsessive compulsive disorder, BPD or bipolar disorder, DID or disassociative identity disorder, & PTSD. Scar marks: Healed scars from experimentation. Healed scars from self harm. Powers: Superhuman and supernatural: strength, agility, dexterity, reflexes, speed, durability, instincts, accuracy, perception, metabolism, senses, endurance, intelligence, memory, healing, flexibility, & stamina, life span, longevity, self sustenance, & condition. Abilities: Alien hybrid physiology. Metamorph or shapeshifter with unlimited form (potential limitless). Telepathy and empathy (limited as its ability to communicate and command terrestrial, avian, aquatic, angelic, demonic, magical, divine, mystical, & extraterrestrial animals, monsters, creatures, & humanoids). Ability to speak most if not all Earth, alien, divine, demonic, mystical, mythical, magical, & fantasy languages because of superhuman memory and intelligence. Warning: master combatant in unarmed combat. Weapons expert in melee combat. Skills with ranged weapons such as composite bows with scopes or hard light plasma rifles. Extremely athletic and extremely acrobatic. Claws, fangs, saber teeth, & canines capable to rip through steel, diamonds, adamantium, vibranium, & even nth metal. Weapons: Hard light and plasma rifles. Hard light and plasma swords. Costume: Red and black costume, black domino mask, red bandana, a black face breath mask, vibranium and adamantium like reinforced Kevlar bodysuit, nth metal plated open fingered combat gloves and nth metal plated open toed combat boots. Diamond tipped vibranium and adamantium like metal claw gauntlets that are attachable to gloves and boots. Armor: Ivory and scarlet combat armor, charcoal and cherry power armor, & mech suit. Weaknesses: Stubborn, rash, impulsive, aloof, cold, cynical, & distant. Being injured by weapons that negates superhuman or supernatural healing. Being wounded by a material stronger than nth metal. Being killed by a substance more dangerous than element x or substance zero. 

[deputy-sarah-sux]

can i be a psycho and your worst nightmare by asking ALL the writers asks?

You are a demon omg. I love it though this was so much fun to do.Since you didn’t specify fic specifically for some of these questions I’m just gonna write about The Devil Has Come for all of the “in xxx fic” asks.

Answers are below since this is such a long ask :):):)

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction? 12/13 it was between 7th and 8th grade and it was all anime fanfiction

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?Far Cry 5, RDR2, Assassin’s Creed, DC, Marvel, Fallout, Skyrim, Preacher. Far Cry 5 is definitely my favorite to write for though

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.Personally, I prefer OC’s, with OC’s I can build their character, give them a personality and growth. I like shaping the character as the world changes based on their actions

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?Action or romance unless I totally misread that question

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi-chaptered stories, which would it be and why?The Devil Has Come!!! It was my first in the Far Cry fandom and it’s my baby. I love all the characters and the world that I’m building. It’s got action, romance, some twists, it’s exciting

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?If we’re talking things that I’m currently writing and enjoy writing then I guess Bridges only because it’s the same characters as TDHC just in an AU form so I’d survive without it.

7) When is your preferred time to write?Night, 10pm on basically.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?Everywhere really? TV shows, movies, video games, other fics

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?So far my favorite scene that I wrote in TDHC that has been published was either the confrontation with Rook in Chapter 11 or Jacob finding Sarah in the hotel in Chapter 8. They were both really fun to write.

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternate ending in mind?Well it hasn’t been ended yet, but there were two possible endings that I was originally considering. I’m not saying much more other than the ending that I went with is gonna hurt me when I eventually get to it.

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?Not after posting but I have amended stories due to criticisms. If I’m a bit worried about a particular scene I’ll share the doc with my best lady @farcryfuckmeup and get her opinion. She usually points out things that aren’t great and I go from there. She’s the closet thing to a beta reader that I have.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?Sarah!!! She’s my best girl and I love her personality and attitude. In terms of canon characters though I’ve been writing some stuff from Arthur Morgan’s pov and that’s been really fun too. I really love playing around with his sense of self and morality.

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?I don’t have one yet? We’ll see how the future plays out there. It might be Ethan Seed but I’ve never written stuff for him so I’m not 100% sure.

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories.Almost every fic name is from a song. The Devil Has Come is from Blues Saraceno’s “The River”, Icarus is from Bastille’s “Icarus”, and I’m not sure where Bridges is from but I’m 90% sure it was a song. The series that TDHC and it’s connected stories are a part of is called Bottom of the River from Delta Rae’s “Bottom of the River”.

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?I use name generators for modern characters or look up names with a specific meaning. If the character is from the past (ie cowboy times or pirate times) I look up names popular in that century. Sarah’s name I got by looking up popular names with religious meanings and Sarah was on the list.

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?I came up with the idea for TDHC by playing co-op with @farcryfuckmeup. It was originally supposed to be a crackfic based on the dumbshit we did in-game. Then in my desperation to pretend that the game didn’t end the way it ends I started coming up with ways it could have gone differently and thus my fic was born.

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.I have so many wips! I’ll do a few because I’m in a sharing mood.Fallout 4 WIP: “‘You don’t even use power armor, why did you steal so many?’”RDR2 WIP: “Valentine was a crap town with crap people and even crappier whiskey. It was tiny and smelled like mud and horse shit and something else that she was pretty sure was vomit.”Another RDR2 WIP: “Trouble was the bastard was clingy apparently as he was hot on Arthur’s heel.”

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?Yes, a few. I got bored or I decided to focus on other things. I do intend to one day finish them but who knows

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?The Devil Has Come!!! I can’t wait to write a sequel and I haven’t even finished the current fic.

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?Sometimes I wish I’d written a follow up to my judge fic Joseph and his Judge. I’m not totally sure if I like how it ended.

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?@farcryfuckmeup first and foremost, she’s amazing. I also love gwennolmarie and OutlandishWhalesharks on Archive of Our Own.

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?My anime fics from middle school. It’s still posted and I won’t tell you what it’s called but every time I remember it a little part of me dies.

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?Music mostly but it sometimes depends on the scene. For certain scenes I need silence but for the most part it’s music music music. I have playlists for all sorts of scene types.

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?I love it, idk if I’m any good at it but I do like writing them.

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?Yes, I’ve been writing some future parts of TDHC and I have cried a bit writing some of it.

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write?The smut scene in Chapter 10 of TDHC, it was the first smut scene I’d ever published so I was really worried about that and kept rewriting it.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?Bit of both I guess. There is a vague outline in my head but only for like the big events, everything in between is go with the flow shit.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?It’s not going to be an instant hit. When I first started posting works back in the day I was always so upset when I’d check the next day and see only like 12 people had read it.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?Icarus :(   It’s only a baby fic and it’s in a mostly dead fandom but I love it.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?No, I love all the attention my fics get.

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer)I’m gonna recommend one myself. Since this is a Far Cry blog I’ll recommend a Far Cry fic: come a little closer by lowtides on AO3Also here’s a Fallout 4 fic that isn’t finished but I absolutely love: RAIDERHEAD by TaraTargaryen

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?No real people no. Thomas is a combination of a few fictional characters though.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?I’ve gotten a few comments of analysis on chapters I’ve posted and honestly I love that so much. Nothing warms my heart more than seeing that someone not only read my fic but sat there and actually thought a lot about it.

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?Like I said before I haven’t gotten a lot of criticism, but I guess the harshest for me was when I was discussing a character that I had really started to like and my friend (who I was ranting at about him) asked me to honestly think about what he brings to the table. Like is he actually necessary or just a throwaway character that won’t bring much to the story? I ended up scrapping him and putting a nameless character in his place to fill a few of his scenes.

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?I share them with one (1) person and that person is my irl best friend @farcryfuckmeup. Everyone else has to wait until I post stuff I don’t want to spoil any big surprises.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?It’s a chapter very far in the future for a fic I’m sure you can guess but I won’t outright say.“Against his better judgment, he reached out and grabbed the hysteric woman, tightening his grip against her struggling and pulling her into his lap. He wrapped her in a tight hug until she finally began to calm down, humming softly and running his fingers through blood-soaked hair.“

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?I haven’t written a lot of funny stuff. I mostly do angsty. But when I was in middle school a wrote a novel where I spent two paragraphs talking about my MC’s hair color and current outfit and I cackle every time I read it. 70 pages or pure cringe, it’s hilarious.

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.@farcryfuckmeup hmu bitch!also you @onl-you

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?Third, every now and then I write in first but idk I just don’t like it much.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?My close friends do

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?Thomas Moore, he’s a lot of fun to write for.

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx.I don’t actually have any song fics in the traditional sense. I do however have some fics inspired by songs. I listen to music almost constantly, sometimes a song comes on that gives my fic vibes and I add it to my prompt playlist.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?@/farcryfuckmeup has but I don’t try too hard to keep secrets when she’s around

44) What is the last line you wrote?“John rolled his eyes and finished unbuttoning his shirt.”

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?This is cliche probably but the readers. I don’t want to leave someone waiting around for the next update forever. I also want to see how things play out myself so my own desire to see the finished product also helps.

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?Again, going with TDHC for this. I am writing a sequel currently (I know it’s not done). It’s going to focus on a different character but Sarah will make appearances. I’m also working on a standalone sequel for her but that won’t be posted until the first sequel fic is complete.

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made-up title. What would this story be about?I used a title generator: Hidden Midnight. It’s about a pair of idiots in love, one is a vampire so they can only meet at night and it’s very secretive. The human dies at the end.

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?Forced partnerships. I love it when two characters are forced into a partnership. One of them can’t fucking stand the other but slowly grows to like/love them in secret. If the chill one is in danger the annoyed one freaks the fuck out and does everything they can to get to their partner and afterwards claims they couldn’t care less what happened.

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?I don’t remember the name of it but I’m pretty sure it was a Supernatural fic. I think it was Destiel (don’t just middle school me) and a high school AU. I’m not 100% sure. It was either that or a Fairy Tail fic and I like to forget my anime days.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?Angst. I love fluff and smut but in the end, I always go back to angst. It’s so much fun and there are so many ways to do it.

[eliaselliot-blog]

♔ LOCKWOOD TASK 001 ; character sheet

BASICS

Full Name: elias anton elliot. Meaning of Name: greek derivation of “jehovah of god”. Nickname: eli, ant. jackass. whichever you will.

Birth Date: january 6th, 1996. Astrological Sign and Details: capricorn. Birth Place: manhattan, ny. Age: 21. Nationality: american. Race: caucasian. Hair Color: black. Hair Style: not too short, slightly messy. Distinct Features of Face: strong jawline, long lashes, thick brows, plush lips. Glasses or Contacts: both. rarely seen in glasses, however. Eye Color: hazel. Skin Tone: slightly tanned, but white. Scars or Distinguishing Marks: a scar that goes down his right shoulder blade. Disabilities: none. Build or Body Type: broad shoulders, muscular arms and torso, toned legs.  Height: 6′ 3″. Weight: well. Speech Patterns: speaks in a low, yet confident tone. tends to deadpan most things, even jokes. isn’t a man who makes his present super known, but is typically around a lot of people at social gatherings and gets along with most despite his sometimes stand-offish demeanor. Tag Words: “no, i won’t paint you.” Gestures: rotates his rings a lot, toys with his bottom lip while he’s thinking, pretty expressive with his brows, combs his hands through his hair subconsciously and then messes it up again to put it back lmfao FAMILY AND CHILDHOOD

Mother: evelyn elliot Father: jacob elliot Mother’s Occupation: ex-model, now just keeps up with the family’s social status Father’s Occupation: partner of a prestigious law firm Family Finances: wealthy gucci gang gucci gang gucci gang Birth Order: what. 1st? Brothers: none. Sisters: sophia elora elliot, 19 Other Close Family: jude hayward, first-cousin Best Friend: Other Friends: Blake, Lana, Imogen, Jude, Frankie, Tripp, Alex, Teddy, Reagan, surprisingly the list goes on Enemies: his DAD. dw he’ll probably find sum1 here soon enough Pets: he got a pup named king Home Life During Childhood: HAHAHA. horrible. Town or City Name(s): manhattan, ny Details of Town(s) or City(s): manhattan is as much of a city as it gets What Did His, Her or Their Bedroom Look Like: somewhat tidy, eli’s always been kinda neat Any Sports or Clubs: couple mma tournaments, art club for middle school and first half of hs Favorite Toy or Game: fifa, amnesia, fleshlight, assassin’s creed etc Schooling: attended a public high school Favorite Subject: art Popular or Loner: god knows how bt popular Important Experiences or Events: being physically and emotionally abused by his father, and using that to better himself successwise and kinda spite his dad  Health Problems: does depression count? borderline alcoholic Religion and beliefs: his family is christian but doesn’t rly believe in his religion, he’s more of a logical thinker personally PERSONAL

Bad Habits: smoking, biting his nails, fidgeting, drinking alone, using certain people for personal gain Good Habits: typically neat and put-together, eats clean, works out religiously, dresses well, maintaining himself physically Best Characteristic: loyal to those he’s close to  Worst Characteristic: being consistently distant Worst Memory: Best Memory: Proud of: how he’s able to accomplish anything he wants to do Embarrassed by: his lack of ability to truly get close to/trust people Driving Style: lmfao did somebody say speed demon Strong Points: incredibly driven, charming when he wants to be, can’t think of any more atm Temperament: typically level headed, a bit of a grump but still playful yano Attitude: can sometimes be cold if someone tries to get too close to him, but typically socializes well despite this Weakness: elias would rather die than tell you what he’s really thinking. if someone actually manages to get him to open up he’d probably be a stuttering and babbling mess Fears: not doing as well as he wants to, because then he’ll feel like he let his family down. also his father still scares him a bit but would never ever admit to it Phobias: the dad 1 Secrets: lol nice TRY Regrets: NO RAGRETS. jk he kinda regrets not taking art more seriously bc now thats kinda gone as an outlet he’s picking up bad alternatives that’ll only hurt him nd his health Feels Vulnerable When: some1 tries to get closer to him Pet Peeves: loud chewing, nail filing, all i cn think of rn Motivation: working for the day he can say he outdid his dad Short Term Goals and Hopes: maintain his 4.0 and get into a good med school Long Term Goals and Hopes: become one of the top surgeons in the country Sexuality: straight unless u another matt daddario cos i mean come on Exercise Routine: nice try honey u cant get abs like these. Day or Night Person: night. absolute nocturnal fiend Introvert or Extrovert: ambivert! mostly introverted but he can also be v charming and social at gatherings etc. something he learned from bein the poster boy of the socialite fam Optimist or Pessimist: he doesnt like 2 complain a lot but i wouldn’t say he’s an optimist either

LIKES AND PREFERENCES

Music: arctic monkeys, the neighbourhood, the weeknd, muse, daniel caesar, frank ocean, dvsn, tame impala Books: anything khaled hosseini, haruki murakami, and mitch albom Magazines: forbes, if any Foods: cold pizza, sushi, seafood, apples, burgers,  dark chocolate, tiramisu Drinks: craft beer, whiskey and most other alcohol, black coffee, red wine Animals: tiger, wolf, big fan of husky dogs Sports: soccer Favorite Saying: “no." Color: red, black Clothing: urban style with a rich flair. leather, denim, expensive sweaters and  Jewelry: expensive watches, sometimes rings Games: poker, chess, cards against humanity Websites: pornhub uh, vine? TV Shows: sherlock, the office, stranger things Movies: the prestige, shutter island, borat, can’t think of any more Greatest Want: to stay on top of his class, take more time out for art Greatest Need: someone to be patient and understanding with him

LIFESTYLE

Home: live in the beta delta xi house, but his family owns a mansion at home. Household furnishings: his room is rather tidy. numerous black and white murals remain littered across his walls and above his bed rests a shelf filled with his favorite novels and vinyls. Most Cherished Possession:  Neighborhood: manhattan Town or City Name: new york Details of Town or City: very busy, very on-the-go, new york city is a definition in itself. Married Before: heck no Significant Other Before: he’s got a couple of exes that he’d dated due to having extra time on his hands. he’d always get bored rather quickly into the relationship and leave, however. now that eli has much less time on his hands, he no longer looks to date. Children: LOL Relationship with Family: hostile with his father, indifferent but still somewhat caring towards his mother. Car: not yet  Career: full-time student. Salary: n/a Other Income: n/a Dream Career: professional artist. Dream Life: providing for his mother and sister, living in a new mansion with a fresh start. would have someone he could be emotionally intimate with, though the thought of this currently terrifies him. Love Life: eli scratches his head at this foreign term. Sexual Turn Ons: taking control, fighting for dominance, idk he seems like he’d be in2 bondage lmafaodifgbl Sexual Turn Offs: bad head, feet, excessive talking, repressed moans, “you like that?” no. leave my sight.  Hobbies: mma fighting, painting, taking pictures for painting inspirations, if getting drunk alone counts as a hobby hey be my guest Guilty Pleasure: bingeing martha and snoop’s potluck dinner party Talents or Skills: fights well, and can paint. can sex be a talent? Intelligence Level: very book smart, he gets this from his father. though eli has his moments (as does anyone), he is fairly street smart as well — although, he is very standoffish so it’s hard to tell sometimes if he’s being smart or just a closed-off prick.

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Logo for my story So lemme explain, Gamesover is a crossover between games so I thought I could fuse a few logos of games for make the logo. So I added the Assassin's Creed logo, the Delta Rune from Undertale and the imperial symbol from The Elder Scrolls.

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I'm confused, what is "we wuz" and what does it mean???

It’s a FINISH THE WORDS tired shitpost that amounts to WE WUZ KANGS, which is in reference to politicized EXTREME misconception that sub saharan africans were the ancient egyptians and built the pyramids instead of the general north african peoples who today and have always resided in the delta basin since for fucking ever. Because denying middle eastern peoples their own heritage and acknowledgement of achievement is a common contemporary shitshow.

The stream chat was being spammed endlessly with it because the trailer for a historical grounded game showcased modern multicultural skin tone varience that isn’t reflected in historicity and achaelogical study

DNA studies of ancient mummies from LITERALLY THIS PAST MAY show the ethnic depiction in the game trailer is hilariously horseshit:

Krause, who has studied the DNA of Neandertals, Denisovans, and prehistoric migrants to Europe, recently gravitated toward ancient Egyptian mummies because of the empire’s tumultuous political history. At various points, it was conquered by Assyrians from the Near East, Nubians from farther south along the Nile, Persians, Greeks, and Romans, among others. “Our question was, did those foreign conquests have a genetic impact?” Krause says.

Krause turned to a collection of 151 mummy heads from the ancient settlement of Abusir el-Meleq, about 100 kilometers south of Cairo along the Nile. The settlement was devoted to Osiris, the god of the dead, making it a popular burial spot for many centuries. The heads were excavated (and removed from their bodies) in the early 20th century and now reside in two collections in Germany, at the University of Tübingen and Berlin’s Museum of Prehistory and Early History. Radiocarbon dating shows that the mummies span 1300 years of ancient Egyptian history, during many of the foreign conquests and then Egypt’s incorporation into first the Greek and then the Roman empires.

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Krause’s team compared the mummies’ mitochondrial and nuclear DNA to ancient and modern populations in the Near East and Africa. They discovered that ancient Egyptians closely resembled ancient and modern Near Eastern populations, especially those in the Levant. What’s more, the genetics of the mummies remained remarkably consistent even as different powers conquered the empire. It’s possible that the mitochondrial genomes simply don’t record the genetic contributions of foreign fathers, says Yehia Gad, a molecular geneticist at the National Research Centre in Cairo and a founder of the Egyptian Museum’s ancient DNA lab who worked with Zink on past mummy studies. But the three mummies with nuclear genome data also show striking genetic continuity, Krause points out.

http://www.sciencemag.org/news/2017/05/scientists-thought-ancient-egyptian-mummies-didn-t-have-any-dna-left-they-were-wrong

TL;DR

ANCIENT EGYPTIANS, ESPECIALLY FROM LOWER EGYPT/GIZA/ALEXANDRIA GENERALLY LOOKED PRETTY CONSISTENT WITH POPULATIONS WE FIND IN EGYPT TODAY OR THE LEVANT

What’s more is that these studies found that increased subsaharan admixture didn’t really begin in egypt until the middle ages and the arab slave trade:

Later, however, something did alter the genomes of Egyptians. Although the mummies contain almost no DNA from sub-Saharan Africa, some 15% to 20% of modern Egyptians’ mitochondrial DNA reflects sub-Saharan ancestry. “It’s really unexpected that we see this very late shift,” Krause says. He suspects increased trade along the Nile—including the slave trade—or the spread of Islam in the Middle Ages may have intensified contact between Northern and sub-Saharan Africa.

AND WHAT’S MORE

WE HAVE ARCHAEOLOGICAL EVIDENCE OF HOW THEY LOOKED DURING THE ROMAN PERIOD, WHICH IS THE EXACT TIME PERIOD FEATURED IN ASSASSIN’S CREED ORIGINS THAT THE GAME’S MAKERS DIDNT CARE TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT

LADIES AND GENTS, I PRESENT TO YOU, the FAYUM MUMMY PORTRAITS

literal PAINTINGS, HUNDREDS OF THEM from the roman imperial period providing a visual cue of how these people of antiquity looked:

So lmaoo

gg ubisoft

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When it comes to Ubisoft, I have a sort of admiration for a key franchise of theirs: Assassin’s Creed. After seeing the game evolve from a simple adventure game to dabbling around with multiple new game mechanics and settings, last year’s Assassin’s Creed Origin marked one hell of a change for the series. Ditching the focus on stealth for a broader and modern RPG appeal, Assassin’s Creed Origin set the standard for the franchise in the future, and this year’s Assassin’s Creed Odyssey does not intend to revolutionize the formula, but rather evolve it with a focus on the notion of storyline choices and role-playing mechanics.

Before we start this review, here’s a very important note to make, which might or not push away fans of the series. Assassin’s Creed Odyssey is like Origins a prequel to the history of the creed itself. While it was thought that last year’s game told the origins of the Creed, Assassin’s Creed Odyssey is set 400 years before that, right in the heart of the Peloponnesian war which saw the Athen-led Delian League fight against the Spartan-led Peloponnesian League. For those that played Assassin’s Creed Origins and the rest of the franchise, this might make the whole timeline a bit confusing, considering Bayek (from Assassins’ Creed Origins) was the creator of the Assassin’s Creed with the Hidden Ones, which later on was shaped into the more modern version of it thanks to Altair in the first Assassin’s Creed released 11 years ago. So how can a story set 400 years before Assassin’s Creed Origins actually tell another… Well, an origin story?

Well, without revealing too much of the story, I can tell you Assassin’s Creed fans that all pieces will fall in together into one perfect “Aha moment”. Assassin’s Creed Odyssey offers you for the first time the opportunity to choose to play as either a man, Alexios, or a woman, Kassandra, throughout the entire adventure. While this is not technically a first as Assassins Creed Syndicate also had both a male and female protagonist in Evie and Jacob, the difference here is that Alexios and Kassandra’s stories will play differently, and while there’s a common narrative, there’s a lot of story branches that depend largely on your pick of the character and eventually decisions you make in the game.

Like with Assassin’s Creed Origins, the same modern time character – Layla Hassan – is at the base of the storyline, who wants to learn more about the origin of the Assassins and henceforth their relations to the Isu or the First Civilization, a humanoid species that is believed to be the creators of humanity and the Pieces of Eden. This will then take us to Ancient Greece, where we learn that Alexios and Kassandra are direct descendants of Leonidas (that same one from the movie 300), who became outcast and mercenaries after a tragic event in their early youth. No matter what your choice of character is, you will wield a weapon inherited from the first civilization on top of rest of your Greek mercenary gear and armour.

While Assassin’s Creed Origins was mostly around a mass of land in the Egyptian Nile Delta, Assassin’s Creed Odyssey is quite an interesting game map since it’s set in Greece, split into regions stretching from northeastern of Attica to the far reaches of the Aegean Sea, each under the control of a Spartan or Athenian leader. The leaders unlock contracts you can accept since you’re a mercenary, knowing that other will scour the land and have a contract on your head which goes higher based on your decisions in the game. For example, if you assassinate too many guards of another faction or loot in plain sight will turn you into an outlaw, making your missions harder with more higher level enemies, unless you decide to clear the bounty by paying some drachma (Greek currencies). These same bounty hunters as well can be quite challenging to defeat, and the longer your bounty, the higher the loot level is when defeating these mercenaries. In short, a definite upgrade to the Phylakitai mechanics in Assassin’s Creed Origins.

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But the greatest change that a travel back in time to Ancient Greece did is the region’s typography, and its effect on the gameplay mechanics, now bringing a key feature from the Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag days: the naval combat. Although present in a basic way in Assassin’s Creed Origins, naval combat in Assassin’s Creed Odyssey is a more complex update from the Black Flag and Rogue chapters. While it brings many known elements like customization on numerous parts of your ship such as stern, sails, and more, as well as combat mechanics like ranged volleys, boarding and ramming, there’s added RPG elements to that part of the game as well. The most drastic change is building your ship’s crew (the Adestria), where you can recruit and assign up to four lieutenants that will enable different combat bonuses and will also help you during the ship boarding. Lieutenants, like it is the case with gear, have a different level of rarities, and while some are easy to obtain by just simply knocking them out during mission then offer them to join your ranks, others have dedicated missions to finish and usually are the rarest. On top of all, this change brings back as well the shift to naval exploration, with a bigger option to find loot in an underwater shipwreck, but also discovering uncharted islands full of mystery, like it was the case with Black Flag.

As mentioned before, the series is moving its focus towards traditional RPG, and this time Assassin’s Creed Odyssey bring systemic choices that can alter narration on the sidelines of scripted quests. Your decisions in conversation will affect missions, very much it did in previous games that tackled on that idea such as the Mass Effect series, even on the front of romance with NPCs. But most decisions are devoid of any sort of right and wrong, but dialogue choices will change Alexios or Kassandra’s character into a more brutal or compassionate one, as well as the way NPCs speak to you on the long run.

But the RPG part is most noticeable in the upgrade to the equipment system, where statistics are more important than ever before when defining the play style of your character. It is not only possible to modify the numerous armour pieces ranging from legs to helmet, but also to add various additional bonuses, known as engraving, which can, for example, add a certain amount of extra damage with melee attacks, boost stealth or buff long-range attacks.

What finally makes your experience unique is in the way your skills sets are applied, whether you want to focus on stealth, melee combat or long-range fighter. Because the skill tree is different in comparison to Assassin’s Creed Odyssey, with no branches intertwined between each of the three trees (Hunter, Warrior, Assassin), your ability points will mould either Alexios or Kassandra into the deadly mercenary you want it to be. Your character’s level up also affects your stats, and now it’s much more useful to shop at merchants to upgrade your gear – either by crafting or direct purchase – than it was the case with Assassin’s Creed Origins, where the progression was more toward finding loot. Finally, the game on top of baseline abilities that are known like whistling or using eagle eye with Ikaros, there’s also Ranged and Melee abilities you’ll unlock and can assign to shortcut keys including Spread Shots, Venomous Attack or the Bull Rush, expanding your arsenal.

Graphically speaking, Assassin’s Creed Odyssey is a step above its predecessor. Even if the engine is the same, Origins’ land offered huge expanses of sand, and on the opposite Odyssey has environments that are far more varied and colourful. Whether on land or at sea, the game is a treat for the eye, with a dynamic weather system, day and night cycle, and will look even more gorgeous if you own an Xbox One X making use of the HDR (and I assume the same experience on the PlayStation 4 Pro). Although I did notice a great upgrade on the front of animations, whether movements in general or collisions (especially at sea with naval combat), there are still some small hiccups. Facial expressions show immense depth on skin features, emotions and not just on humans but animals as well, but some conversation show some weird lip sync issues and stutter with the body movement. Nevertheless, the game is amazing to look at, and you’ll probably waste so much time in the photo mode which makes a comeback from the previous episode, especially if you’re using the game’s new exploration mode which removes all screen “clutter” like HUD elements.

Ubisoft has certainly decided to give the PC gamers a proper edition of Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey, and as such that platform version is not, in fact, a port. That’s the most important thing to note in this segment, as it should give you an idea of how well the game runs on PC. If you checked out the minimum requirements you’ll know the game is actually designed to run on a variety of hardware, and higher settings won’t need something extravagant. As always, make sure your drivers are updated and you have the latest patches before diving in.

Speaking of diving in, let’s take a look at that performance! Since we prioritize smooth framerate a ton, we started off on Ultra but brought it down to High, and we’re happy to say that Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey stayed at a steady 60 at that preset for most of the time we spent with it. We saw some hitches and drops every so often, but it was a consistent framerate for the most part. We didn’t try for 4K because why would we, so it’s important to note that my experience is reflective of the 1080/Full HD. As for visuals, the game is just brilliant, and we were able to enjoy the whole shebang on our test PC without turning down any settings. If you really want it to shine visually and you don’t have a top-shelf card, you’re gonna have to settle for something closer to 30.

Assassin’s Creed Origins was reviewed using an Xbox One and PC downloadable copy of the game provided by Ubisoft. The review was tested on an Xbox One X and a PC running Windows 10, with an 8GB NVIDIA Geforce GTX 1070 fitted on a 4th Generation Intel i7 4790 3.6Ghz CPU and topped with 16GB of RAM. The game is also available on PlayStation 4 in both retail and online store releases. We don’t discuss review scores with publishers or developers prior to the review being published (click here for more information about our review policy).

With a new world to discover, Assassin's Creed Odyssey continues on the path set by Origins, giving more choice to the players, with a bigger focus on RPG and the comeback of naval warfare. A definitive evolution of the series, and shouldn't be missed. When it comes to Ubisoft, I have a sort of admiration for a key franchise of theirs: Assassin's Creed.

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Story Idea: Assassin’s Creed - Cursed Ezio AU

What if Ezio got cursed by a PoE to slowly lose himself?

I have a vague idea about Ezio getting cursed by a PoE and starts losing parts of himself every week—something in a similar vein of my Ego Sum Qui Sum work.

It starts with his charm, then his skill, then his memories, then his will. The others have to scramble to help him and keep him from losing himself.

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Story Idea: Assassin’s Creed - Sugar Baby AU (EzioAltDes)

Would anyone be interested in an EzioAltDes, Modern Day, Hurt/Comfort, Sugar Baby Ezio AU?

Starring Broke Law Student Ezio, VIP Security Service Altaïr, and High-end Bartender Desmond!

I started an outline, but I'm not sure if I'll write it as a full fic, so I'll post the outline for you guys to use (it's shaping up to be super long—I even have spin-off ideas already, haha).

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Story Idea: Assassin’s Creed - Haytham Kenway

The Tyranny of King Washington DLC, but in the perspective of Haytham.

It’s never explicitly stated if he was a Templar on an Assassin in this alternate universe/timeline, so this can go two different ways.

If he stayed a Templar:

He probably wouldn’t have trusted an non-Templar at the head of a budding nation,

And the Templars most likely coveted the Piece of Eden for themselves.

So he must have opposed Washington or attempted to get the POE like Kaniehtí:io and ended up dying in the process.

Branching from the above, an exploration of how Haytham’s presence would affect the plot if he survived could be made.

If he were an Assassin:

If things changed at the very beginning, there could be an exploration of how he would have acted or affected everything if he was an Assassin from the beginning,

Or, if he defected from the Templars instead, there could be scenes of Haytham acclimating to the Assassins.

If Achilles made an appearance, he would probably go back and forth with him for days at a time, the former constantly questioning and challenging Haytham’s ideals and beliefs. Actions too.

If the timeline is tweaked where he survives, exploring a Haytham that was never the man Kaniehtí:io never hated and Connor interacting would be so interesting

Figuring out Haytham’s role and actions in a universe like this would be super interesting, especially considering how many complicated feelings this would drag up in both Haytham and Connor—as a father that (presumably) cares deeply for his son and as a son from another universe who resented and regretted plenty with his actual father.

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Story Idea: Assassin’s Creed - Ezio Auditore

Would any of you be interested in a time travel AU featuring Ezio finding himself in Altaïr's time? Similar to my Sugar Baby Ezio AU, what I have in mind so far is only an outline again, but yeah! Basically:

A Piece of Eden transports Ezio (from the AC2-Brotherhood era) to one year before the events of AC1, 1190 CE.

He is physically regressed to 17 years old, with no gear or weapons, and is dropped into the Levant.

Act I, spanning across a year or so, focuses on Ezio entirely and how he's coping with his circumstances (culture shock, language barriers, etc.).

Basically no other main AC characters during Act I, except for maybe Malik in the later half and a glimpse of Altaïr at the end.

Act II focuses on the events of AC1 and how Ezio's presence affects it. Ezio certainly isn't expecting the arrogant, haughty man he comes face to face (I imagine Altaïr's legacy was sanitized over the years. They needed symbols of strength and wisdom, especially in hard times, so it's plausible Altaïr's arrogance got scrubbed).

If there is an Act III, maybe it could be focused on Desmond? I don't know, haha.

I'm working on the outline right now. When it's done, I'll post it separately!

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Story Idea: Assassin’s Creed - Ezio Auditore

What if Ezio was not the second-born, but the third-born?

Yes, this is an Age Swap AU. No, I don't have any more ideas for this.

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Hey, so I don’t know how to make these things, but I’ll do it anyway…

INTRODUCTION:

Hello, everyone! You can call me Delta or Rabbit. She/her for pronouns. This is my writing blog—very much inspired by teecupangel, haha.

I’ll be posting snippets and whatever I write here. If it turns into a full-blown fic, I’ll put it on my AO3 under rabbitqs.

My current focus is on Assassin’s Creed right now, but I’ll be talking about OCs and one-off ideas too.

WARNINGS:

While I might not write it now, I will post romance and shippy headcanons or scenarios every now and then, so if you disagree with any of the ships, feel free to click off or block the shipping tag. Additionally, while I can’t stop minors from visiting this blog, please be aware that I curse and may post things that may not be appropriate for younger people.

TAGS:

Story ideas will be under #delta thoughts. If it pertains to a specific fandom, it’ll have #delta thoughts: [Fandom Name] (e.g. #delta thoughts: assassin’s creed).

Headcanons and such will be under #delta believes. Same addition on top as well.

AO3 works and snippets will be under #delta writes.

Occasionally, I’ll be posting art. I’ll just put them under #delta draws.

WRITING STUFF:

Depending on how much I write in the future, this may be placed in a separate post.

• Ego Sum Qui Sum [Gen; On AO3]: Altaïr gets split into four different facets of himself thanks to some Isu technology, and Malik has to watch his internal conflict turn external. • Spoiled Sweetly (to my blissful doom) [AltEziDes Sugar Baby Ezio AU; Outline on Tumblr]: Follows Ezio, a broke law student, learning how to accept help and love from two rich bastards by the name of Altaïr and Desmond.

END:

I think that’s it for now. Let’s see where this takes us!

Credits to @cafekitsune and @strangergraphics for the dividers used in my posts!

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Alpha Centurion War

He/she/they got out of his/her/their hover muscle car with a black paint job and red interior that had warp drive tech and entered a notorious intergalactic night club in the Sol System. 

He/she/they nodded at the bouncer and walked past him as he let him/her/them pass without even checking him/her/them for hard light plasma weapons.

He/she/they bumped fists with the bouncer. Alexander/Alexandria was an extremely trendy intergalactic night club in the Sol System between Earth and Mars. 

Creatures, humans, aliens, & humanoids from all over the planet, solar system, galaxy, & universe attended this nightclub. 

It was surrounded by many space restaurants, space bars, & many space malls in the Sol System. 

Some came for leisure. Some came to execute underhanded business transactions from as minuscule intergalactic drug deals and as petite as plotting assassinations of international or intergalactic world leaders. Some came to execute underhanded business transactions from as colossal as intergalactic cosmic empire takeovers. 

Lawbreakers, businessmen/businesswomen, & the wealthy with too many cash, gold coins (magical, divine, angelic, demonic, devil, & mystical humans and humanoids paid this way), & or credits to expend were the regular clientele.

 He/she/they are a regular customer here. Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith he/she/they are on a first name basis with all the crime lords, weapon dealers, & rouge scientific facilities in the solar system, galaxy and some crime lords, weapons dealers, & rouge scientific facilities in the universe, & multiverse. 

Ryuu Kato/Haruka Kato served several years as a United Federations of the Sol Systems Asset. They served several years as an intergalactic law enforcement and intergalactic intelligence officer. They have over 98.9% mission completion rating and are proficient in undercover work, investigation, assassination, linguistics, sabotage, & infiltration. 

They have served several years in the Sol System Space Marines. They served numerous years in Earth Space Marine Force Recon. They have wide-ranging black ops and spec ops background. They finished Sol System Space Army Ranger, Sol System Space Navy Seal, Sol System Space Marine Force Recon training, & Sol System Space Delta Force training. 

They are the most powerful shapeshifter and changeling bar none. They are a master of every weapon known to man, women, Asgardian, Tamaranean, Jotunn, Daxamite, Vanir, Atlantean, & Kryptonian. They can drive, fly, & pilot everything. 

Tell him/her/them to liberate captives they will. Tell him/her/them to capture an enemy location they will. Tell him/her/them to eliminate terrorists and not only will they wipe out the whole group but they will give you actionable Intel on their operations and associates. Tell him/her/them to keep an operation completely off the books it won’t even hit the gossip boards. 

On the surface he/she/they in their male form seems wild, careless, stubborn, rash, arrogant, showy, vulgar, loud and he/she/they in his/her/their female form seems cold, detached, jaded, distrustful, scornful, & cynical but these are both facades and masks. In actuality he/she/they are a strategist with a good sense of logic, reasoning, tactics, & strategy. He/she/they are also violent, sadistic, aggressive, hostile, brutal, ruthless, & merciless in a fight.” e/she/they are brave, heroic, compassionate, thoughtful, charismatic, alluring, realistic, & pragmatic. His/her/their emotional detachment and stoicism makes him/her/them a good soldier.

He/she/they wore charcoal and ruby military class heavy assault Iuyamian combat armor and power armor that were both made out of materials stronger than Wakandan vibranium the metal that made up the suit of the Black Panther (T’challa), adamantium the metal that made the metal claws of Wolverine (James Howlett Logan) and Sabertooth (Victor Creed), & nth metal. 

The Iuyamian armor had a gorget (that protects the chest), a bevor (protecting the lower face, neck, chin, & throat) a breastplate or chestplate (that protects the chest), backplate, pauldrons (that protect the shoulders), plackart (that protected the lower half of the torso), cuirass (that protected the front of the torso), culet (that protects the small of back and the buttocks), couters (that protects the elbows), poleyns (that protected the knees), faulds (to protect the waist and hips), gauntlets (that protect the forearms to the hands), gardbraces (to protect the armpits), vambraces (that protect the elbow to the forearm), sabatons (that protect the feet), cuisses (to protect the thighs), tassat (that protect the groin, upper thighs, & pelvis), & greaves (that covered from the shin to the knee). 

The power armor helmet was designed with a sharper temple, with a metallic shine, a full curved ridge, a definite brow, a prominent muzzle, & a solitary dark cambion glowing visor with two eye holes. The power armor helmet was also designed with a dark umber and dark scarlet color, a faintly more skeletal look, & it had distinct cheeks. 

The power armor helmet had claw marks going above its left eye to the bottom of its left cheek. The claw marks were from a female were-human who is someone who is powerful as King Shark, Wolverine, Beast, Sabertooth, Juggernaut, Orca, Killer Croc, The Shark, Gorilla Grodd, Copperhead, Monsieur Mallah, Manbat, Bane, & Cheetah combined. This dangerous were-human was armed with gauntlets with serrated diamond tipped metal claws made of a metal stronger than nth metal coated in element x. Cardinal Changeling barely defeated her in their Hybrid/Chimera or Beast/Feral/Primal form. Instead of repairing it Scarlet Shapeshifer kept the claw marks as proof of their battle out of respect. 

The power armor helmet was designed with numerous Iuyamian marks on the face, the power armor helmet had lines of Iuyamian characters on both cheeks and temple, the power armor helmet was decorated with countless Iuyamian symbols, the power armor helmet had unique Iuyamian writing on both brows and the muzzle, the power armor helmet had organic cybernetic and natural bionic elements (these organic cybernetic and natural bionic elements were on its temple, on its snout, & and on both cheeks), the power armor helmet had two shining cardinal lines going down the two right and left eye holes of his/her/their dark fire brick glowing visor, & finally the power armor helmet had bizarre sophisticated patterns around the jaw area making it distantly look like a face. All of this gave his/her/their power armor helmet a menacing and remarkable look that motivated allies and petrified enemies.

Location: Central America: 

Silver Shark (Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith) and Arcane Assassin (Laurissa Owen Jones) both wearing combat armor and power armor walked up to the weapon station and grabbed a few extra mags of ammo both of their weapons. He/she/they grabbed extra mags of ammo for his/her/their hard-light plasma 5.56 mm assault rifle with scope and a few extra drum magazines of ammo for his/her/their hard-light plasma ten-gauge combat shotgun with red dot sight. She grabbed extra mags for her hard-light plasma 5.56 mm assault rifle and extra mags of ammo for her 12.7 mm hard light plasma sniper rifle. Alexander Smith/Alexandria Smith was busy reloading his/her/their ten-gauge hard light plasma combat shotgun with drum magazine Veronica Veracruz a Central American Indigenous Latinx woman of color and Adrianna Acosta a South American Indigenous Latinx woman of color. Standing next to him/her/them was Veronica Veracruz a Central American Indigenous Latinx woman of color. Veronica Veracruz-Smith is a Latinx Native. She is a Chorotega Indigenous of Costa Rica, Ngabe Indigenous of Costa Rica, Ch’orti Indigenous of Guatemala, & Kaqchikel Indigenous of Guatamala as a Central American Indigenous woman. She is a Central American Latinx as a Guatemalan, Salvadoran, & Costa Rican Latinx woman of color. He/she/they were also standing near Adrianna Acosta. She is a Latinx Native Indigenous woman of color as a South American Latinx and South American Indigenous woman. Laurissa Jones was busy reloading her 5.56 mm assault rifle beside Selina (the daughter of Zeus and Hera that was strong as Wonder Woman, Artemis Bana Mighall, Troia, & Wondergirl combined). That was when he/she/they and she both saw a slight shimmer behind them. Confused Jade Jaguar and Mystic Mercenary simply looked at it until realizing what it was. Lori Jones shouted, “Selina!” At the same time Alex Smith/Lexi Smith shouted, Veronica!” “Adrianna!” He/she/they brought the butt stock of the rifle forward to strike the cloaked alien super soldier while she brought the butt stock of the rifle and struck the cloaked human super soldier. The impacts brought them to the ground. The alien roared a challenge to Alexander/Alexandria and Laurissa as the shapeshifter Alex/Lexi and the demigod Lori dropped the rifles. He/she/they raised his/her/their clawed right hand and coiled it to a fist. He/she/they then punched the alien with a left uppercut and a right hook. He/she/they beheaded the alien with a plasma machete. She then activated their power armor’s arm gauntlets wrist hidden energy dagger and stabbed the human underneath the jaw cutting straight through their shields and through its combat helmet assassinating them straight away. He/she/they stared back at Veronica Veracruz while she stared back at Selina who had all seen the kill. But before they could say something, they all were incited into action by a metahuman Sean (who was similar to Batman, Catwoman, Batwoman, Green Arrow, & Black Canary). They verified and they got the access geared up to close. Mason Owen Jones (the alien superhuman with short black hair and black eyes was the older brother of his adoptive younger sister the demigod Lori Owen Jones) ordered a retreat. Mason Owen Jones was similar to Superman (Clark Joseph Kent) and Superman 2 (Alexander “Lex” Luthor). Before his/her/their strike team could get it, Arcane Assassin turned her arm gauntlets hidden dagger. He/she/they clutched his/her/their kunai and gouged the dead alien and human in the neckline and gullet. Once he/she/they pulled out his/her/their kunai he/she/they snatched his/her/their hard-light plasma ten-gauge combat shotgun while she clutched her hard-light plasma assault rifle. He/she/they twisted around to see Veronica while she turned and saw Selina as they shut the door. Lori Jones set her power armor helmet’s vision of her power armor to night vision as the entire area was plunged into darkness. He/she/they used his/her/their eyes that can see throughout the electromagnetic spectrum to see in thermal vision and night vision as the entire area was thrust into darkness. No one except Thomas Shepard and Jonathan Ruslo noticed the dead alien super soldier with an energy smolder underneath the mandible. They all advanced down a large spacious vaguely lit corridor but encountered no enemy contacts or enemy tangos. This was something that had set Scarlet Shapeshifter’s and Arcane Assassin’s nerves on edge. He/she/they loaded several ten-gauge rounds into the barrel his/her/their pump action combat shotgun just in case. Something learned from fighting alien and human slavers that were traffickers of metahumans and superhumans from an organization similar to Nowhere. They always left patrols of human and alien super soldiers. Golden Griffin turned a corner into a single room and spotted the outlines of several bodies lying in front of the holographic 4d mainframe. “Alexander/Alexandria and Laurissa search those bodies,” said Silver Steel Savior (Dean Lucas Chambers the metahuman) with short blonde hair and blue eyes who was the older metahuman brother of Spectacular Sentinel (Clarissa Patricia Chambers) the female alien superhuman and Captain Crimson Courageous (Mason Owen Jones) the older alien superhuman brother of Laruissa Owen Jones. 

He/she/they and she were staring at both of the visors of their combat armor and power armor helmets when he/she/they and she both heard a sound that brought back recollections that made him/her/them and her experience two things. Fury and hatred since Alexander/Alexandria was experimented on by such an organization when he/she/they were abducted by them in the past years, decades, & centuries ago. He/she/they and she both glanced up and saw three aliens and two humans and they were all armed with plasma hard light swords. He/she/they aimed his/her/their red dot sight of his/her/their hard-light plasma combat shotgun while she directed her 5.56 mm hard light assault rifle with scope at the leader and opened fire firing ten-gauge slugs and 5.56 mm rounds. He/she/they and she saw nothing but the organization known for enslaving, experimenting, & trafficking metahumans and superhumans as the fury and hatred seethed in his/her/their veins and her veins. He/she/they holstered his/her/their hard-light combat shotgun and she holstered her hard-light plasma assault rifle. He/she/they then pulled out his/her/their 5.56 mm hard light plasma assault rifle with scope while she pulled out her 12.7 mm battle rifle with scope. The leader slashed at Veronica Veracruz and Adrianna Acosta while the second in command swiped at Selina. They were saved by a female superhuman Layla Norton (similar to Superwoman or Lois Lane and Powerwoman or Lucy Lane) forcing them both down to a crouch. He/she/they and she emptied the rest of his/her/their mag into the human and alien slavers known for superhuman and metahuman trafficking as they charged at him/her/them and her with a lariat takedown and tackled him/her/them and her to the ground. Two aliens stabbed plasma hard light combat knives through the torso armor of his/her/their power armor and her power armor infuriating him/her/them and her further. He/she/they and she punched the metahuman and superhuman trafficker in the face with an uppercut as he/she/they and she rolled where he/she/they and she were on top. He/she/they and she pulled out two plasma hard light kunai and stabbed the other alien slaver in the throat. He/she/they and she each removed his/her/their two hard-light plasma submachine guns and her two hard light plasma 45 caliber pistols from their holsters and aimed them both at the alien slaver who had taken the soldier prisoner. He/she/they and she pointed both of the pistols at his/her/their mission and her objective and time seemed to slow as he/she/they and she pulled the triggers. Selina, Inferno, & Frost noticed the alien clutching the injured space army soldier in front of them as a captive and they all attempted raising their hard light 9mm sub machine guns aiming to locate an opportunity when they both heard four shots fired from two hard light plasma 45 caliber pistols. They saw the soldier’s skull burst and the blood and brain matter splatter onto the face of the alien slaver. They were both petrified on the spot as they observed Crimson Changeling unexpectedly flared his/her/their canines, fangs, & saber teeth at the alien and human slaver and trafficker of metahumans and superhumans. He/she/then let out a hiss, snarl, growl, & roar as he/she/they and she both charged at the aliens. He/she/they and she each holstered his/her/their two hard-light plasma submachine guns and her two hard light plasma pistols. He/she/they then pulled out his/her/their hard light plasma KA-BAR with his/her/their left clawed right hand with opposable thumb, pulled out her/their hard light plasma kukri knife with his/her/their prehensile tail, & pulled out his/her/their hard light plasma tanto with his/her/their clawed left hand with opposable thumb. He/she/they then wrestled the alien mercenary to the ground. She pulled out her hard-light plasma combat knives and grappled the alien super soldier to the ground. In that moment they no longer saw a metahuman and superhuman (Alex/Lexi) and a demigoddess (Lori) anymore but two un-caged beasts, animals, & monsters. They all observed as they saw him/her/them pierce the alien private soldier over and over again with the tanto knife, kukri knife, & KA-BAR over and over again with the combat knives as the alien slavers seemed to whimper out in horror. Unexpectedly the two alien super soldiers fell lifeless to the floorboards as Changeling stood up on his/her/their open toed steel toed boots (meant for their clawed feet with opposable toes) and Arcane Assassin stood up on her steel toed boots on their right. He/she/they stood up with the combat knives still clutched firmly in his/her/their clawed hands with opposable thumbs and prehensile tail as extraterrestrial blood dripping off the serrated blades of the hard-light plasma combat knives. 

They anticipated Dean and Mason to do something but abruptly Cardinal Changeling and Arcane Assassin gazed to his/her/their right and her left as they all heard the scream of alien and human metahuman and superhuman slavers. They were about to stroll out up to the entrance when Crimson Changeling and Mystic Mercenary strode in as he/she/they and she stared over his/her/their shoulder and her shoulder and articulated in a sound that made them both immobilize with a sensation they had not sensed since they were teenagers. This sensation was horror. “We got this,” he/she/they and she said, “so fucking back off.” With that he/she/they and she slammed the door shut behind them with a single clawed hand and a fist. They continued to gawk at the blocked exit before Veronica leaned touching the barricade. She gazed ahead as what Alexander/Alexandria and Laurissa had done at last caught up to her. Veronica Veracruz abruptly spoke up saying, “What the fuck is wrong with him/her/them?” “He/she/they and she killed one of our own troops!” A female metahuman Tamara similar to Deathstroke, Malcolm Merlyn, & Deadshot abruptly spoke up in a dreadfully grave tone, “I comprehend why he/she/they did it.” Adrianna Acosta looked over to their teammate as she took off her power armor helmet and she saw the upset face she wore. Selina asked Tammy, “What do you mean Tam?” Selina appeared to be dazed at what had just occurred as she spoke. Veronica Veracruz on the other hand was all of a sudden furious, “And what the fuck do you mean you comprehend?!” “He/she/they just killed one of our own in cold blood!” Hibiki Higa un-sheathed her hard light plasma swords pointed at her and suddenly both looked at her with an enraged look that said, “I will stab you in the stomach, silently gut you, & fucking leave you here to die if you don’t shut the fuck up.” “Watch your fucking tone,” said Hibiki Higa said, “Or I will have your fucking tongue for your insolence against my beloved.” Samuel said, “His/her/their name is former Major Alexander Smith/Alexandria Smith of the Sol System Space Marine Force Recon.” Colonel Tom Stein said, “He/she/they have many intergalactic deep black classified codenames but the only declassified codename the top brass in Sol System High Command know him/her/them as the Grim Reaper, Shadow Saber, Kobi Kitsune, or Cambion Chimera.” A Director of a classified organization similar to Argus, Checkmate, Shield, or Blackwatch said, “He/she/they are a member of Wolf Pack Regiment, member of Hellhound Company, commanding officer of Dire Wolf Platoon, strike team leader of Werewolf Squad, commander of Fire-team Cerberus.” “Lori Jones was one of his/her/their superior officers.” “Holy fuck who the hell was Changeling and Arcane Assassin,” she thought. She heard a lot of renowned super soldier groups but never heard of Fireteam Cerberus before. “Who exactly is Crimson Changeling and Arcane Assassin,” Veronica Veracruz and Adrianna Acosta asked. “Laurissa Owen Jones is the silent blade and the swift judgment of leader of the Shadow Hand Nekron my aniki Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith,” thought Rei. “He/she/they once killed a man by choking him to death with his own fucking small intestine,” said Tom Stein. “I saw actual holo vid evidence of it happening, & I couldn’t eat for a whole week after that.” Harrison “Harry”, said, “He/she/they were fucking ten when they accomplished this as a metahuman and superhuman.” “That man that he/she/they choked with his own small intestine was an SSS class shinobi assassin sent to kill him/her/them when he/she/they were a preteen.” “He/she/they gutted him like it was nothing,” said Hector. “If Alex/Lexi is a god/goddess, then Lori is his/her/their divine wrath.” “She promised him/her/them the severed head of a being more dangerous than Vandal Savage after he captured the Elies Earth after the Battle of Iron City, Steel City, & Hard Light City so the leaders of Forces of Evil could execute them.” “I have confidence that she can uphold that oath for him/her/them.” “If you cross Lori then Alex/Lexi he/she/they’ll bury you.” “But if you cross Alex/Lexi then Lori she’ll bury you.” When Veronica Veracruz and Adrianna Acosta walked through the doors when it was unlocked and turned the bend they both abruptly sensed a wariness run through them. The walls, floorboards, & ceiling were all covered in the blood and guts of the alien slavers. The floor and walls were covered with the carcasses of the human and alien traffickers who traffic metahumans and superhumans.

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Alpha Centurion War

Alexander Mack Smith/Alexanderia Macy Smith served several years as a United Federations of the Sol Systems Asset. They served several years as an intergalactic law enforcement and intergalactic intelligence officer. They have over 98.9% mission completion rating and are proficient in undercover work, investigation, assassination, linguistics, sabotage, & infiltration. They have served several years in the Sol System Space Marines. They served numerous years in Earth Space Marine Force Recon. They have wide-ranging black ops and spec ops background. They finished Sol System Space Army Ranger, Sol System Space Navy Seal, Sol System Space Marine Force Recon training, & Sol System Space Delta Force training. They are the most powerful shapeshifter and changeling bar none. They are a master of every weapon known to man, women, Asgardian, Tamaranean, Jotunn, Daxamite, Vanir, Atlantean, & Kryptonian. They can drive, fly, & pilot everything. Tell him/her/them to liberate captives they will. Tell him/her/them to capture an enemy location they will. Tell him/her/them to eliminate terrorists and not only will they wipe out the whole group but they will give you actionable Intel on their operations and associates. Tell him/her/them to keep an operation completely off the books it won’t even hit the gossip boards. On the surface he/she/they in their male form seems wild, careless, stubborn, rash, arrogant, showy, vulgar, loud and he/she/they in his/her/their female form seems cold, detached, jaded, distrustful, scornful, & cynical but these are both facades and masks. In actuality he/she/they are a strategist with a good sense of logic, reasoning, tactics, & strategy. He/she/they are also violent, sadistic, aggressive, hostile, brutal, ruthless, & merciless in a fight. He/she/they are brave, heroic, compassionate, thoughtful, charismatic, alluring, realistic, & pragmatic. His/her/their emotional detachment and stoicism makes him/her/them a good soldier. 

He/she/they wore charcoal and ruby military class heavy assault Iuyamian combat armor and power armor that were both made out of materials stronger than Wakandan vibranium the metal that made up the suit of the Black Panther (T’challa), adamantium the metal that made the metal claws of Wolverine (James Howlett Logan) and Sabertooth (Victor Creed), & nth metal. The Iuyamian armor had a gorget (that protects the chest), a bevor (protecting the lower face, neck, chin, & throat) a breastplate or chestplate (that protects the chest), backplate, pauldrons (that protect the shoulders), plackart (that protected the lower half of the torso), cuirass (that protected the front of the torso), culet (that protects the small of back and the buttocks), couters (that protects the elbows), poleyns (that protected the knees), faulds (to protect the waist and hips), gauntlets (that protect the forearms to the hands), gardbraces (to protect the armpits), vambraces (that protect the elbow to the forearm), sabatons (that protect the feet), cuisses (to protect the thighs), tassat (that protect the groin, upper thighs, & pelvis), & greaves (that covered from the shin to the knee). The power armor helmet was designed with a sharper temple, with a metallic shine, a full curved ridge, a definite brow, a prominent muzzle, & a solitary dark cambion glowing visor with two eye holes. The power armor helmet was also designed with a dark umber and dark scarlet color, a faintly more skeletal look, & it had distinct cheeks. The power armor helmet had claw marks going above its left eye to the bottom of its left cheek. The claw marks were from a female were-human who is someone who is powerful as King Shark, Wolverine, Beast, Sabertooth, Juggernaut, Orca, Killer Croc, The Shark, Gorilla Grodd, Copperhead, Monsieur Mallah, Manbat, Bane, & Cheetah combined. This dangerous were-human was armed with gauntlets with serrated diamond tipped metal claws made of a metal stronger than nth metal coated in element x. Cardinal Changeling barely defeated her in their Hybrid/Chimera or Beast/Feral/Primal form. Instead of repairing it Scarlet Shapeshifer kept the claw marks as proof of their battle out of respect. The power armor helmet was designed with numerous Iuyamian marks on the face, the power armor helmet had lines of Iuyamian characters on both cheeks and temple, the power armor helmet was decorated with countless Iuyamian symbols, the power armor helmet had unique Iuyamian writing on both brows and the muzzle, the power armor helmet had organic cybernetic and natural bionic elements (these organic cybernetic and natural bionic elements were on its temple, on its snout, & and on both cheeks), the power armor helmet had two shining cardinal lines going down the two right and left eye holes of his/her/their dark fire brick glowing visor, & finally the power armor helmet had bizarre sophisticated patterns around the jaw area making it distantly look like a face. All of this gave his/her/their power armor helmet a menacing and remarkable look that motivated allies and petrified enemies.