#ratonhnhakè:ton

[rumor-imbris]

It's April 4th again, and here is our Birthday Boy! (~￣▽￣)~

Let's wish him a heartfelt Happy Birthday ♥

[demigoddessqueens]

(not so) secret love

based off a previous prompt here

A/N - tried to get as many as I could

You had been working alongside them for quite a while. There was an amicable element to your dynamic, but the tension was palpable between you two as well. That just came naturally after avoiding one too many close calls from Assassins/Templars. Call them a fool but fleeting time with you as just another reminder not to waste any more moments on how they feel towards you.

“What has you smiling in such a way, perhaps some other love on your mind?”. “Yes, one that I’ve started to care about for quite some time.” “..—who would that be?” “You.”

Altair

He’s taken aback and surprised at your forwardness, but may also be a bit smug too because it’s “oh? You think about me? 😏”

Ezio

A total flirt who means well (because he loves you too!) who will absolutely tackle you into the tightest hug and just love all over you

Yusuf

Another flirt who flings himself into you, or head in your lap, being all “well Ezio can take the rest of my mission, just tell me how much you love me!”

Edward 🏴‍☠️

He’s used to attention (comes with being a pirate), but all he’s wanted was your approval in the end. Your approval and love was worth more than the treasure he’s so sought after

haytham 🗡️

404.exe.Templar has stopped working

He’s used to being told he’s cold, calculating or off-putting, but it’s a new warmth he’s getting used to being loved by you

Shay 🍀

At a loss for words, which is new to him, but any clever retort he has falls short given that he’s trying to hide a blush from your knowing smile

Connor

Also 404.exe.Assassin son stopped working

He knows he cares for you, and deep feelings was something new to him, but he’s glad you feel the same because he wants to explore that with you

Bayek

Pulls you close for a kiss, and what feels like an eternity pulls away as he whispers in your ear, “I’ve thought about you for the longest time and it is a privilege to be loved by you.”

Eivor

Is actually bashful about your confession, as they didn’t think you felt the same, but is also glad their nerves are put to rest

Basim

He’s a bit in disbelief, holding your shoulders tight as he asks again and again, before pulling you into a deep kiss. Let him hold you just for a while

Jacob

Mr crime boss turned smitten is the happiest he’s ever been! Don’t mind the deep kisses, he’s just happy he’s right about his feelings!!

Evie

You think it’s cute she’s trying to hide her blushing but bless her heart! She’s glad to have found someone she cares for in all these duties as an Assassin

Arno 🇫🇷

His lil romantic heart is about to burst with feelings! Think the most swoon worthy hug and then multiply that because this is Arno and he loves hard

Desmond

He’s relieved he wasn’t imagining things and wants nothing more than to just be near you at all times

[auroramoon-draws16]

New Years at the Crossover Bar!!

The Assassins (+ Haytham) wish you all a Happy New Year!

To another year of this nonsensical bullshit we call life, you’re always welcomed here at the Bar!!

Oh also The Reader and The Apprentice are here too!

[coyoxxtl]

For the bingo game what about Ratonhnaké:ton?

Ratonhnhakè:ton. The Ultimate Blorbo of My Mind Soul and Body since i was like 16. I obsessed over him since AC3 was just a rumor and the only image of him that existed online was a shitty photo of the collectors tin some Best Buy employee took. The next assassin was going to be Native and I followed every step of this game’s release beginning to end, and yeeears after that. He laid down the foundation for my taste in men/male characters. Him being biracial gave me a lot to empathize with being multiracial myself and led me to do my own healing of generational wounds. He’s so audacious, headstrong and a lil violent but so gentle and soft to people that deserve it. He’s super efficient and stupid competent and is better at doing everyone’s job than them. He can run through a battlefield unscathed. This is a man I want to be a purse dog for.

Done dirty by fans doesn’t begin to cover just how bad he got it. He was immediately rejected by fans at large because he was the assassin protag after Ezio. EVERYONE wanted another Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton just was Not that, mix that in with good ol fashioned Racism and you get the horrendous bullshit that was said abt him. He was given shit for being “too boring”, “too naive” (bc he was taken advantage of by colonizers) and funnily enough, “too angry” because we should’ve see a Native man in a story thats literally all about him keeping his village and ancestral lands out of colonizing forces get rightfully angry. I don’t want to go off too much, but almost every opinion you see about Raton is so fucking stupid and theres like 5~ fans in the fandom I can safely say don’t suck shit. ofc none of them are white.

Wasted potential and more screen time is chosen because even though it was his title you don’t even begin the game playing as him, no you have to play like 2+ hours as Haytham, his white colonizer father and Grandmaster Templar, before you even get to play as Ratonhnhaké:ton. AC3 IS BARELY RATONHNHAKÉ:TONS GAME AND ITS FUCKING HEARTBREAKING. Racist fans ended up demanding more Haytham content, and thus the shitty AC3 novelization centered around Haytham, he ended up having significant roles in sequel games of the same timeline, while Ratonhnhaké:ton was largely ignored up until the comic about him and his daughter released. and that was YEARS later after some bullshit retconned “canon”. Ratonhnhaké:ton’s potential was snuffed by everyone going hard for his racist ass father.

anyway I like him a very normal amount and i dont waste sleep mourning his story and character.

[rogue-centric]

In My Heart

Every day I write your name in the sky, but the wind blows it away.

So I'll keep it in my heart, and it will never go away.

Or Ratonhnhake:ton sees his mother again after so many years

Cross-posted from my AO3 “Uncle Shay Universe” one-shot collection to here. In this AU, Ratonhnhake:ton does not follow the same path of vengeance, Haytham is learning what feelings mean and thinking maybe fatherhood isn't that bad, and Shay is - of course - an uncle. This one-shot was inspired by the song In My Heart by Alex E. Smith, Cheevers Toppah, and Natanis 'Kit' Landry, from the album Rain in July (Spotify song link here)

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 Ratonhnhakè:ton stirred slightly in his sleep, not fully awake yet. He could hear the crackling of a fire and feel the warmth of the embers beside him. He inhaled, curling into his covers a bit as he recognized the distinct smell of burnt sweetgrass lingering in the room. Blearily, he cracked open his eyes and realized he was not within the walls of Fort Washington, and instead under the familiar framework of a longhouse.

        He peered around the room, still shaking the sleep from his foggy mind. Intricately woven baskets lined the walls, filled with all the necessary supplies and resources needed to last a season. Furs and blankets were placed around the fire, and fishing nets hung from the walls. In front of him on a small, folded blanket sat a shell, filled with the remains of a sweetgrass braid. 

        Ratonhnhakè:ton sat up, the covers slipping off from around his shoulders as he rubbed his face. He was so very confused. The last thing he could remember was falling asleep in his bedroom at Fort Washington after an extensive day of training with Shay. Looking more closely at his surroundings, they seemed eerily familiar. Something pulled at his memories, but he couldn' quite reach out and grasp it.

        The door to the longhouse was pulled aside as someone stepped in. Light streamed into the space from the open door before it swung back into place. The approaching figure was masked by the light smoke drifting through the longhouse, but as they approached, they spoke softly to him.

"Riièn:’a." the voice whispered. My son.

        Ratonhnhakè:ton had not heard her voice in so long that he feared to even believe it to belong to her, but there she stood, illuminated by the warm light of the fire. Kaniehtí:io looked down at him with the sweetest smile on her face. She looked exactly how he had remembered her.

        He had no words to say to her, nothing running through his mind but the unstoppable urge to wrap his arms around her. He flung the covers off and did just that. She laughed lightly, her small frame still managing to envelop Ratonhnhakè:ton's grown body. He felt like he could melt in her touch as she pulled him in closer. They knelt there in each other's embrace for a long while, Kaniehtí:io gently stroking his back as his face lies buried in her long hair.

"How I have missed you, riièn:’a." she whispers to him.

Ratonhnhakè:ton could only hold her closer. "Istá," he began shakily, "I'm sorry."

She stopped caressing his back. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I couldn't save you." he mumbled into her hair.

"You were a child, Ratonhnhakè:ton." she reassured him. "It wasn't your fault."

"There is not a day that I don't miss you." Ratonhnhakè:ton leaned back to look at her face.

She smiled softly at him, looking back into his eyes, "There is not a day that I am not by your side." She looked him over more, getting a better glance at how he's changed. "You're growing into a fine man. I was worried about how you might become, following in your father's footsteps," she continued, saying the next words more quietly, "but perhaps he's changed."

Ratonhnhakè:ton sighed, "He is not a simple man to understand."

She chuckles quietly, a playful smile showing at the corners of her lips. "He never was."

        The two of them sat around the fire, reminiscing about old memories and Ratonhnhake:ton sharing what he's done since she's been gone. He talks about training, about learning to sail, and about the people he's met along the way. He tells Kaniehtí:io about Shay and how much he admires the older man, and he also tells her about how Haytham has slowly been changing his demeanour. The pride in her features shines brighter than any star in the night sky and dares even to rival the sun itself. Kaniehtí:io could not help but smile at her son and the man he is quickly growing into, listening intently as he divulges into his life and activities. 

        They talk for what seems like hours until eventually, the conversation dwindles, and Ratonhnhake:ton simply sits across from his mother, soaking in every moment he has with her. His eyes slowly move across her face, memorizing every feature. He misses her so much, and now she's sitting right here in front of him. He just doesn't want this to end.

        Kaniehtí:io takes his hands in hers, gently brushing her fingers back and forth over his. She starts humming a song that Ratonhnhake:ton hasn't heard in years. It brings his mind back to his childhood, running around with Kanen'tó:kon and causing mischief, only to be scolded by the elders. Ratonhnhake:ton's chest swells with love and happiness. 

        She pulls him in closer to rest against her side. Kaniehtí:io wraps one of her arms around her son, gently rocking back and forth with him like she did when he was just a small child. They sit side by side while she continues humming softly. She squeezes him in with a half-armed hug, signing quietly to him as they sit in front of the fire.

"Every day I write your name in the sky, but the wind blows it away.

So I'll keep it in my heart, and it will never go away.

That's how much I love you, my little baby."

        She returned to humming, gently stroking his arm as she did so. The warmth of the fire and the glow of the embers encapsulated Ratonhnhake:ton in the moment. There he sat, embraced in his mother's arms, feeling completely protected from the world in a way only a loving mother's touch can provide. She wasn't just any mother, though. Kaniehtí:io was a warrior woman, unlike any Ratonhnhake:ton had seen. She was strong, fierce, and had wit faster than the quickest fox. She had taught him so much and helped prepare him to enter the world. He will never forget that.

Kaniehtí:io gave his arm another squeeze. “I know you don’t want to, but you’re going to have to wake up soon.”

Ratonhnhake:ton moved to look at her, a puzzled look on his face. "Istá, what do you mean?"

She smiles down at him. "You have a world of your own to explore." Her features began to fade away, slowly, "I will always be with you, my son."

Ratonhnhake:ton's eye's widened, "Istá!"

        There was a blinding light, suddenly, and his gaze adjusted slowly. Ratonhnhake:ton was in his bed, curled into a mess of blankets and sheets. The early morning sun was pouring into the curtains, the light dancing off the surface in his room in the Fort Washington Estate. For��a moment, his heart ached, missing his mother and the moments he just dreamt of her. But that moment passed again, as her last words rang out in his mind.

I will always be with you, my son.

        He sat up, slowly, blearily rubbing at his eyes. The dream had felt so real and like it was sticking with him even now; heavy, but not in an unpleasant way. Heavy in a way that reminds him of its presence: enveloping and whole. He let out a yawn and stretched out some of his aching muscles from the training they did yesterday. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Up you get, lad! We've a busy day planned for us!" Shay's voice rang out from the other side. Ratonhnhake:ton heard the older man's footsteps fade away soon after. Just a warning, then.

        He swung his feet over the side of the bed and hauled himself out. Turning now to the task of washing and dressing, he found a melody stuck in his mind. The same tune his mother hummed in her dream, and Ratonhnhake:ton couldn't help but hum it himself. 

Every day I write your name in the sky, but the wind blows it away.

So I'll keep it in my heart, and it will never go away.

[whatthefuckisasweep]

assassins creed fandom elders i need help. i am trying to find the animatic where connor and arno walk through the catacombs together and connor comforts arno and they leave together happily as friends ive searched everywhere but i cant find it and i need it its imperative to my mental health

[bigbywlf]

doesn't ratonhnhaké:ton mean a life that is scratched?

I see you're referring to the post where it says his name means His Spirit Has Emerged and both translations are correct!!! so in Mohawk our names aren't like literal sentences so they can have multiple meanings. In Ratonhnhaké:ton he has Ra which is a masculine prefix, Onh which can mean life or spirit, and Ake:t which is like to emerge or to scratch something so his name has multiple meanings depending on interpretation 🤷🏻‍♂️

[tobythetrashyartist]

Comic thingy for Saturday (Dec. 21) :)

It's making me so sad but i had it planned for over two and just never got to it :(

[rumor-imbris]

He's this unique form of art sculpted by pain and hope A rare flower whose thorns are more intriguing than the petals and when they stang me, I bled poetry

[demigoddessqueens]

birthday headcanons

Today is this best boi’s 267th birthday 🎂 and he deserves all the love

Tag list @wyyvernn @ladysaturnsdust @estel-of-the-eyrie

He may not be big on birthdays, but your care for him is warmly welcomed.

Waking him up with kisses, or breakfast in bed, that doe-eyed smile shines brighter than the sun.

Personalized gifts, be it canon or modern AU, are touching because he sees them as the tenderness you extend to him.

Saying “happy birthday” in his language is a sure way for emotions.

Plans are something very low-key but also intimate. Maybe a nice nature walk, or a quiet picnic just before the sun sets with its pink, orange and purple hues.

All complete with a shy kiss that melts into an intense embrace. Arms wrapped protectively around you as you sigh deeply into him before pulling away.

A look of deep admiration and love that burns with the intensity lingering in your feelings.

[auroramoon-draws16]

More doodles! With the ancestors this time!!

[bird-of-unusual-size]

mUsIc hEaDcAnOnS fOr aSsAsSiN's cReEd

that's right let's have at it

altaïr is a master on the violin. ricochet? glissando? artificial harmonics? you name it, he can do it. his fave piece is introduction and rondo capriccioso by saint saëns, mostly because of the sheer range the piece encompasses. the perfect blend of calculated snarkiness.

ezio is a smooth little turd ball. that's right, he's got a guitar and he's, well, he's a pretty decent player. definitely above average, not quite the stuff of legend, you get? nonetheless, he knows how to tug on those heartstrings when he plucks that guitar of his. he's the natural that never truly embraced his talent. he'll play anything from disney to bach.

connor plays the cello. he's sweet, he's calm (most of the time), he's quiet. he's got this tenor rumble to his voice and it just works. will definitely play in quartets with altaïr and other strings. don't ever request canon in d, though.

edward's got a thing for the slightly annoying/hysterical. kazoo. he loves it. goes out in public with it, puffing his favorite shanties on that god-forsaken thing with surprising accuracy. he won't ever admit it, but he's got an amazing baritone voice. that's not to say none have heard him singing while drunk to high heaven, though ;)

haytham's always been the cool sophisticated one of the bunch. he's got his bass up and his music opened. he's well groomed, but not particularly so, and his music reflects that. pretty dang good if i do say so myself.

desmond has never had much musical talent. that's not to say he doesn't participate in any of his ancestors' pasttimes--he's got those cymbals prepped and ready. the music's open in front of him, the orchestra's slowly reaching the climax, and he's--well, he's counting the beats. waiting for that right moment. 1 2 3 4, 2 2 3 4, 3 2 3 4....

shay insists he plays a fiddle, not a violin. it's all in the style, he says, which consists mainly of jigs of both Scottish and Irish origins. he likes to stamp his feet when he plays, especially on deck of the Morrigan. if you get lucky, you might catch some gaelic thrown into his fiddling as well. he's mastered the art of tavern entertainment and it shows.

arno has always been the cheeky little bastard. of course he was drawn to the flute. teasing and twittering about have always been his strong points. plus, visitors might have a decent first impression of him if they saw him playing the flute rather than, say, a tuba. of course, the visitors never know the true level of sheer idiocy/genius/chaotic-vibes a true flutist can hold. tchaikovsky's a favorite of his.

evie has always been a pianist at heart. oh, sure, she's dabbled in other things--viola, singing, organ, the list goes on and on and on--but she will always have a place in her heart for ringing ivory keys and cold brass footpedals. she's a virtuoso, like altaïr. it's a versatile instrument, and she loves it. trills and chromatics and arpeggios and twos-on-threes--she takes it all in stride. she'll play anything, from joplin to mozart, but her personal favorites will always be either chopin or liszt.

lastly, jacob. he plays the trumpet, loud and proud. he enjoys having 'dynamic battles' with his sister, piano versus trumpet. he wins, more often that not, but at the price of a red face and slightly breathless physique. not fair, in his opinion--the most evie ever gets are slightly pink fingertips. not that he ever let that hold him back, though. he gets into as much trouble as the stereotypical trumpeter, if not more. his tastes in music are similar to his sister's, ranging wildly from bach's brandenburg concertos to jazz.

[scribblenotes76]

I found this among some fan art I made back in like 2016... I really thought I was on to somethin'

[coyoxxtl]

throwback when i was talking about how it sucks ass ac fandom opts Ratonhnhakè:ton’s real name for Connor Kenway, particularly bc he never adopted the surname Kenway, and someone was like “curious you say this yet you tagged the post connor kenway” like dude its his most used tag

[castleofshit]

Altair: why did you get yourself shot???

Ezio, age 25, after a mission with Ratonhnhakè:ton: everything I know I learned from you :) [passes tf out]

[whatthefuckisasweep]

Can you share a link to the ac animatic? I've also been looking for it for some time, cheers mate

https://larosaescarlata.tumblr.com/post/652882051941482496/um-might-i-ask-if-i-can-request-arno-and-connor