Kimsaidhii

Hii, I am kim and I have been active for a year now on tumblr and am currently hyper fixating of Assassins Creed Syndicate, specifically my comfort characters Jacob Frye and Evie Frye. Pretty much 99% of page dedicated to the Frye twins, mainly Jacob. Feel free to hit me up with a questions or a suggestion doodle (although I do not take ship doodles)

I am 19 years old, I am a fine art student somewhere in London and I am also Non-Binary and strictly use They/Them only. My IG KimsaidHii is where I am most active talking about Jacob Frye

Drawing is my main focus with a side of occasional rambling. You can find my art in my tag #kim art fart and for my rambling it’s #kim talks. Am currently not taking commissions

Be warned that my account is an OC and OCxCANON account, so you will see my characters drawn occasionally. My recurring main OC is #Charlie Calloway.

CURRENTLY, I do NOT want minors following my account, despite me not having reposted any nsfw content nor create any, that doesn’t mean I won’t in the future. Do NOT interact with me at all if you’re under the age of 18.

DNI Homophobic, Transphobic, Misogynistic, Racist, Sexist, Ableist, Discrimination, Pedophile, Sexualizes Minors, Jokes About R×pe, below 18….and RothFrye (excluding one artist)

And then you’re saved by these two people, twins actually if you looked closer, and they completely fit-mog you. Frye twins outfit-maxxing for their aura stats. The sub5 overdressed rags Blighters vs their humble superior Frye twins

My favourite sketch of him, I messed up with the hand since it was 2:30am that time and I really just wanted to finish and go sleep. He’s so cute here :)

Frye Twins

“I still don’t understand why you’d waste your time volunteering for some nonsense,” Jacob shifted the swinging Asda bag from his left hand to his right, full of cardboards amongst other plastics that he managed to scrounge from the Frye’s recycling bin. “Yeah, I get it if it was– what? Somethin’ interesting like.” Pause “Those people with the hi-vest and carry those donation buckets on the streets trying to stop you for a quid or five. Sincerely speaking, because you'd get in the way–”

Rightfully, Jacob earned a punch on his shoulder by his twin. Hard. 

“Evie!” He hissed, rubbing his sore shoulder, the limb that was currently holding the Asda bag which held a sort of attractive thought for him to swing upon Evie as retribution.

“They are doing a good deed even if it’s irritating,” Evie instinctively held out her hand to shield herself, not that Jacob would do anything now, it was just the ingrained assumption from many years together that her predictable twin would retaliate. Jacob hated being predictable, so he didn’t choose to swing the bag at Evie’s back. But even then, Evie suspected that as well. “It’s called being charitable, please do keep up, brother.” She finished.

“What if it’s an organised fiddle? You know, I’d never heard of most of the charities shown on the buckets other than the British Heart Foundation.” 

“Maybe that’s because you don’t know any other charity but–” She holds up one finger “That,” another “And Cancer Research.”

“Oi, I know Oxfam too.” Waggling his finger at Evie to take the piss, “OxFam. Y’know, don’t you Eves?”