To all the noble people, the writer has chosen to-

Altaïr: shut up already!

Writer: thanks alty for.nit being salty this time. Anyway, I'm opening up the requests again. And for the hundredth time there always, usally open.

Edward: lass! Be quite! I'm trying to sleep!

Writer: I'm so sorry, not sorry.

Ezio: that's my girl.

Connor: I thought you were mine?

Writer: oh..

Ezio: who do you choose?

Writer: connor.

Connor: Noble people I present to you your king!

Edward: oh no.

Arno: at least it's not ezio and his 'fabulous'.

Shay: pay up malik.

Malik: fine here's the 50

AnacanLabyrinth: did you ship them?!

Shay: yup

Arno: I shipped her and ezio.

Jacob: I'm on team wricon. That's connor and writes ship name.

Evie: personally I was on team ezter. That's obviously ezio and writer.

Connor: I'm king!

Writer: oh boy. But anyways ya the requests are open.