#destructivism

OH MY GOD HI THANK U SO MUCH? yes this is the hub of most importantly ac: crypsis. my silly little work that im putting my heart and soul in and that will never be finished and fully written cs i’m! like that! forgive me i am Still working on a masterpost. but there’s a family tree floating around and the characters have plenty of lore!!!!!

i’m gonna try (and fail) to give u a semi coherent overview of the plot.

in the present day, cairene orphaned assassin boy mido dumoulin-aziz is both dissatisfied and confused abt his place in the world, and gets a good little wake up call when his apprentice (and the girl hes lowkey madly falling in love with) jules gonzalez gets kidnapped by abstergo for unknown reasons. it results in a mess of keeping a piece of eden away from templar hands, some revelations abt his heritage and secrets his late parents kept from him, saving/keeping jules safe, and a very challenged relationship with his godfather (my dad hesham el-sayed. btw.)

in the late 1790s/early 1800s (france’s napoleonic era to be exact) lexington-born aileen walsh starts her journey to paris. her (unknown to her) templar father finley walsh has been killed, and she intends to find out what happened. this is where she meets arno dorian. she learns more about her father, and finds herself stuck between the assassin-templar war that she knew nothing about until only a short while ago.

Meaningful Munday

@destructivism

The halls were deserted.

Or, well, almost deserted.  A few parents were still milling around, waiting on their children or talking to the exhausted-looking teachers about academic performance, behavioral problems, and whatever else popped into their heads.  In a way, Kyouko lucked out.  Although Tooru’s academic performance was...well, questionable at best, she had never been a behavioral problem and any parent-teacher conferences usually ran smoothly. 

As long as Tooru was trying her best, that was all that Kyouko cared about.  Besides, her kid pulled better grades than she ever did in middle school.  Before Katsuya, she definitely would’ve flunked out.  Hell, she still almost did, even after he took a “personal” interest in her.

Normally Tooru would be by her side as she perused the hallways, looking for her classroom, but her lovely daughter had to run to the store to cook something magnificent for that night.  It didn’t matter what Tooru cooked, it always came out delicious. She didn’t know where she’d gotten it from considering she was...okay in the kitchen and Katsuya had been virtually useless, but she appreciated it about her all the same.

However, when it came to remembering certain aspects of academics...her daughter wasn’t as talented.  Tooru had forgotten her backpack on the way out of school.  Usually, Kyouko would accompany her up to get it but Tooru had seemed more ancy than usual - as if she really wanted to go get whatever food it was she was going to make and get it fast.  She had told her mother that it was going to be “extra” special.  The former Red Butterfly gave a small grin at that.  Of course everything her daughter did was special. 

Kyouko sighed wistfully.  Yeah, she really lucked out with that one.  Especially considering what a hellhound she’d been growing up.   Man, the fates had been kind. 

Tilting her head, she blinked open her eyes and noticed that she was nearing Tooru’s classroom.  Adjusting the purse on her shoulder, she was about to turn the corner when she noticed a small form inside the adjacent classroom.  The door was still open, albeit only slightly, but the unmistakable sight of a uniform caught her eye.  And the brown hair resembled Tooru’s so much that it gave her pause.

Pushing open the door, Kyouko let herself inside.  Although she couldn’t explain why, something drew her to this room - to this girl.  She looked around and noticed a crumpled up piece of paper on the floor near the younger girl but she dare not touch it yet.

HI thank u….. i was gonna do a random lowkey oc but i wanna yap about mido. for my health.

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

he likes to think he’s a good liar. it’s mostly avoidant behavior that he always does but it works on most people because they’re like. is this man lying to me or is he just being a fucking weirdo. it could be both. he’s mostly a guy who omits certain things rather than telling a full on lie. but yeah. he’s Always vague and unclear about the things he wants to say. (he has a tell but only hesham knows it bc he’s been doing it ever since he was a little boy. he purses his lips ever so slightly. now u know.)

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

yay blackmail worthy information. no in all seriousness. there’s this fuckass pillow. in the shape of a little crescent moon with a fuckass face on it. and he thinks the thing is awfully ugly. he doesn’t quite remember if it was a present or if the family picked it up somewhere in port said at random. but he swears it still vaguely smells like his mom. which is probably not true anymore. and it’s stashed away somewhere and if someone were to find out about it he will get angry bc its none of ur business don’t touch my stuff <3 (he doesn’t even sleep with it or anything its just There.)

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

i played around with the idea of a cat allergy but it’s funnier to think he’s just lowkey scared of them (obligatory percy mention.) other than that he’s somewhat sensitive to certain types of metals in jewelry but it’s nothing major. (he likes to think it is. do u know he’s suffering.)

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

so many. he’s my brainworm. i’m gonna drop an entire song here and my fav midoquote from his board.

Yuki didn’t let his gaze linger for too long over the female’s features, or rather, her bangs that was most visible to him within their short distance. ❛ Thank you, ❜ The silver haired male responded, gently striding over to his desk to collect the aforementioned files. Briefly scanning the contents before purposely letting a few pages slip down to the ground. Of which made Yuki release a sheepish chuckle.