Am I Gonna Have To Make A "Hey, Pls Remember That The Templars Are Canonically Inherently Fascistic And

am I gonna have to make a "Hey, pls remember that the Templars are Canonically Inherently Fascistic and cannot be redeemed as a group" article as well?

cus I feel like some of the fandom forgot about this part of the lore and um, it's starting to seriously concern me.

Six-ish Sentence Sunday? Monday? Who cares!

Tagged by the wonderful @aeide! Here’s a little more than six sentences for the last chapter of my fic There is No Escape…, which was supposed to be done two months ago and also yesterday and yet continues not to be done because I keep getting distracted, most recently by my crack fic and this sketch I started last night of Kassandra, Barnabas, and Herodotos in a group hug 🤷‍♀️

As Kassandra predicts, Coronacht is much too big for Phoibe. Varatha and Aegis too, and Zagreus slings the latter onto his back once it is determined not to be a good fit for Phoibe. She manages to land five hits on Skelly with the Twin Fists of Malphon before she suddenly topples over, the gloves not too big for her but definitely heavy enough that she struggles to keep her balance while moving. Stygius isn’t too large for her to wield either, but she’s not overly skilled with a sword. Then he hands her Exagryph and it is immediately apparent that this is the weapon for her. The Adamant Rail begins to shift the moment it is placed in her hands, the Gryphon wings decorating the sides shrinking and furling outwards, the stylized beak and head melting to resemble something more like Ikaros. When she pulls the trigger, the bolts of energy that come forth are a brilliant purple and fire out in short bursts of three before there is a brief pause and a click before another burst of bolts. And when she presses the bullet on the side, the missile that shoots out fires straight ahead and not up, sending Skelly back flying into one of his statues. Phoibe’s eyes are wide and her grin is even wider as she reloads, “I want this one.”

As always, tagging whoever wants to do this! And if you want me to actually start tagging you, let me know! It’s just a lot of the people I would tag are usually already tagged or not on tumblr that much 😂

Also, bc I really love it so far, here is my sketch for the drawing of my favorite boat dads and their demigod daughter that is currently keeping me from finishing this fic ❤️

Codextober Day 3: Enemy

It's a bit awkward, but basically the idea I wanted to convey is that the narration is done by Vidic in a flashback as he reinforces Lucy's brainwashing by reminding her of all her worst fears, while the last two panels are set in the present as she is dying and remembering his words as she thinks to herself something on the lines of:

"Oh.

Warren was right.

How could I be so stupid? "

And those are her dying thoughts.

ASSASSIN'S CREED MIRAGE

In Baghdad, city of brilliant sun, one must uncover the darkness beneath. You will have to find your way, when nothing is as it seems.

It’s so cute that they’re acting like the central plot of AC: Mirage is “what’s going on with Basim???” when like… we very much know what is going with Basim. The whole back half of Valhalla was finding out What Is Going On With Basim.

Day 7: Ghost

"I have come to visit,son. Just for a moment"