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cont. from here — @backedagainstthewall

"Can't promise you won't get stabbed anytime soon, but you don't gotta worry about it comin' from me."

Emily means it with the way the corner of her lips curl to a small smile. Whatever it was, pity or the dread of it all, she decided not to turn him in for the bounty. While he had a pretty substantial number to his name, there really isn't any need for all that money. At least, that's what she tells herself. Does there need to be a good reason to let go of a wanted man? He was so annoying to capture—it's as simple as that.

Fortunately for him, her knife didn't plunge too deep into his muscles, but there's no doubt that it left a few tears. She was trying to disable him, after all. As she gathers her first aid supplies, she asks him,

"So, where will you go from here?"

#backedagainstthewall #( v. RDR2 ) – to live by no one’s rules.

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❛  you're managing this so much better than i ever could.  ❜ ( Cassie // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

empathetic sentence starters — accepting! @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins

How they ended up here was a mystery in itself. One moment, it was a peaceful Sunday afternoon bustle in town. The next, all hell broke loose. Then again, shootouts are hardly anything new to her. It all happens in a blur—Emily takes the young lady by hand, escorting her and slipping through the panicked crowd. As long as they're out of the main road, they should be fine.

She beelines towards the back of a general goods store and hid the girl behind some crates. She peeks into the alley they just ran from, watching the townspeople scatter as two petty fucks duke it out with gunfire. Even with the Pinkertons honing in on the lawless, there's still plenty of them to go around in these parts. She wouldn't have a job, otherwise.

"Unfortunately, it's part of my job, Miss." Emily whispers—it's meant to be said with reassurance, but as the words slip past her lips, it doesn't quite sound like it.

#sharpteethandwidegrins #( v. RDR2 ) – to live by no one’s rules. #i know it's meant to be an empathetic prompt #but i think it's funnier if they just went straight into the middle of combat LMAO #well. at least avoiding combat.

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Every fiber of her being stills as the voice calls out to her. He sounds close— between his voice and the sound of an arrow being pulled back, Emily realizes she's faced with a fellow hunter. In the effort to pour all her senses towards her target, she fails to realize that she isn't alone. A mistake she surely isn't in the business of repeating again, especially with a ready arrow pinning its target on her. She saw how skilled this hunter was, and, unfortunately, the huntsmen she'd come across were not always friendly.

Her empty hands slowly raise above her head as she stands from the shrubbery. When her eyes meet the fellow hunter, he is not what she expects. Not a frontiersman cloaked in his own fur trophies, but a hooded man with a beautifully crafted bow, one that she recognizes the local Mohawk to have. Her stiff shoulders soften a bit, but she remains on guard. She'd rather avoid a brawl all together if she could help it.

"He's yours to take, if you so wish." she says, her head jerking towards the fallen stag. "You dealt the final kill, after all."

it was always a pleasure, when he managed to scrounge up a spare hour or two to hunt. despite having dwelled at the davenport manor now for nearly six years, he had never felt quite at home in the grand brick house or the carefully-cultivated land on which it sat. his heart still ached for the familiarity of his own village — but the more demanding his life grew, the fewer chances he had to lay aside enough time to return.

hunting in the forests surrounding the homestead, therefore, was the best he could get. at least here, the call of birdsong and the smell of the pine felt something like home. tracking came as easy as breathing; for the better part of half an hour, he had slowly been honing in on a stag, and at last he had himself in a good position. silently, he drew back his bowstring, steadied the arrow, and... thud.

he blinked, baffled. something had struck the deer, sending it screaming and thrashing, but his arrow was still firmly nocked. someone else must have been hunting, too, someone he'd neglected to notice. without thought, he let his arrow fly, finishing the job that the stranger's knife had started. the stag, with a braying moan, collapsed, and connor rose out of the brush while nocking a second arrow in a smooth, fluid movement.

"show yourself."

#forlibcrty #( V. ASSASSIN ) – silence is no longer an option. #this took me a while too so dw about it!!

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might fuck around and reply / do threads with gifs instead

#( OOC. ) – out of patience ! #TBD. #i don't have photoshop anymore (cries softly) so i'd have to use a gif pack #but sometimes the icons don't do it for me #there's no.........*spice*. *flavor*.

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backedagainstthewall​:

A few more steps and James was beginning to figure out Emily was really having some trouble. She wasn’t stumbling, but she was very deliberate with her steps. And after what he said, he noticed she was holding onto him.

“Alright, I won’t let go of you” he promised. “Just remember you asked me to hold you” he cracked, keeping a grip on her arm. If she did stumble and fall, at least he weighed more than she did so if he was quick, he could keep her from falling. He figured they looked just like a couple the way they were holding on to each other.

Fortunately, the walk wasn’t a long one to the restaurant. “Just around the corner” he said. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

The minute couldn’t arrive any sooner. The restaurant is seen in plain view, and it really isn’t that much further. Emily is tempted to sigh in relief, knowing that her misery would be put to rest soon enough. Although, she feels like if she relaxes now, she’ll surely lose her balance. So she remains stiff and calculated in her steps. All is faring well... until they got on the small steps. 

It’s only three steps, but as she fearfully fore-sought, she relaxes for one second and misses a step. Or she accidentally steps on her petticoat. Whichever the culprit may be. 

“Shit, fuck—” Emily curses beneath her breath, panic in her brief tone. She wobbles forward, really depending on hanging onto James now.

#backedagainstthewall #( V. RDR2 ) – to live by no one’s rules. #congrats james you managed to catch (hehe) emily being humbled LMAO

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#( AES. ) – scent of pine in an everlasting green. #( V. RDR2 ) – to live by no one’s rules. #this is giving very much ambarino grizzlies

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Statistical "Which Character" Personality Quiz

The best match between the self assessment you provided and the profile of a fictional character as rated by other people who have taken this survey is the character Dexter Morgan (Dexter).

Dexter Morgan (Dexter): 87%

Ender Wiggin (Ender's Game): 87%

Viktor (Arcane): 87%

Jonah Byrde (Ozark): 86%

Will Graham (Hannibal): 86%

El Profesor (Money Heist): 86%

Leo Fitz (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.): 86%

Bernard Lowe (Westworld): 85%

David Levinson (Independence Day): 85%

Bruce Banner (Marvel Cinematic Universe): 84%

tagged by: stole it lmao tagging: steal it from me coward (endearingly)

#( CH. STUDY. ) – the future lies at the tip of your quill. #( TAG MEME. ) #i've never watched dexter so idk about this lmao #i HAVE watched arcane though and i 96% agree #*i just googled dexter and LMFAOOOO #i mean in a way..........em being an assassin/rogue and all :^)

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56. If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

weirdly specific character building questions — accepting!

the answer is verse-dependent, but if we're talking about and following Emily's "main verse", it'd probably be no one.

sure she had her father back in Boston, but Emily barely visited him. when he inevitably passed, she had no one to fall back to. still has no one to fall back to. there is a lot of guilt in not visiting her father as much as she should've. she would tell herself that she just got roped into one thing after another. in an effort to try and 'save the world', she had forgotten why she set out on this journey in the first place.

so she doesn't return to Boston, for years. the fear of judgement, of shame, from her father's buried bones is what keeps her away. when she's scared, all she has is an open road and the urgency to safe-keep Isu artifacts.

#( ANSWERED. ) #( HEADCANONS. ) – there’s truth in those piercing eyes. #emily is such a lonely person #someone pls befriend her so she'll stop being EMO for once omfg

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34. How do they greet someone they like / love?

weirdly specific character building questions — accepting!

i guess it would depend on what kind of relationship Emily has with someone.

with someone she likes (like a friend): a warm smile; a stark contrast to the cold, piercing stare one might get when they cross Emily's gaze (she's got a serious case of RBF). sometimes she'll have a cheeky grin if she's real close to someone. honestly, Emily is generally reserved and kind of awkward, even with a friend. but there's no mistaking the warmth she tends to emanate towards an ol' buddy.

with someone she loves (like a family member): a snarky or cunning remark, accompanied by a playful smile. those closest to her are usually family—blood or forged. they are small and far few in between, but she holds them dearly in her heart. which makes her comfortable enough to show a more playful side to her.

with someone she loves (like a romantic partner): similar to how she'd greet her family, but more cunning and definitely more endearing. Emily would likely tease her partner about something trivial, mockingly or otherwise. she'll read them to filth, but that just shows how attentive she is. she's like a sour patch kid—sour, then sweet. if not a snarky remark, she'll just simply gaze into their eyes, inviting them in. she's got a staring problem, and it only gets worse with her partner. it's very endearing though! as intimidating as she may seem.

#( ANSWERED. ) #( HEADCANONS. ) – there’s truth in those piercing eyes. #''she's like a sour patch kid'' is probably the most accurate depiction of her i've ever thought of

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

#( PROMPTS. )

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Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone This Is How You Lose the Time War

#( MUSINGS. ) – words that cut deeper than any blade.

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Shao Jun by jodeee

#( r. shao jun ) – a legacy passed down for generations.

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#( VISAGE. ) – the fire finds a home in me. #Em is so cute when she spars 🥰 #...except when she's actively trying to unalive someone #she's actually p scary laskdjff

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ASSASSIN’S CREED CHRONICLES: CHINA

I will undo all that you have done. I will rebuild the Brotherhood and recruit those who wish to make our land a place of freedom, those ready to die to fight men like you. Your Templar world will not happen. The Assassins will rise again.

#( r. shao jun ) – a legacy passed down for generations.

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plotted starter — @forlibcrty

The air is chill and crisp for springtime. It's early morning, just as the sun begins to rise and its light illuminates through the thicket of trees. It's the perfect time to hunt for deer. Emily remains still, concealed behind some shrubbery. Her fingers delicately trailed along the edge of her leather pouch, slowly reaching in to take out one of her throwing knives. Her breathing slows, but its steady, almost entering a meditative state. Her eyes close momentarily as she focuses her senses on her sight. It's become a habit she picked up since she started hunting. For whatever reason, it has always done the trick. There was no use in questioning it.

Her eyes open and focus on her target just a few yards away. Highlighted by a golden glow, the stag could be seen even through the dense shrub. Slowly and quietly, Emily shifts to the side, unveiling herself as she positions her arm towards the line of trajectory—the neck. The atmosphere becomes still as if the passage of time slows down. She waits patiently for the opportune moment. The stag lifts his head, and—

Exhales. Time resumes as normal as she throws her knife directly into the carotid artery. The stag screeches, her knife plunged deep into his skin as he writhes around. It wouldn't be enough to kill him, that much she knew for sure, but she just needed to slow him down before delivering the final blow.

#forlibcrty #( V. ASSASSIN ) – silence is no longer an option. #yayay hope this is okay! :)

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RE: Emily's stance on Assassins vs. Templars

Emily's curiosity and search for Precursor/Isu artifacts evolves to her becoming a kind of 'Keeper' of such artifacts.

it's slightly different in the way that Kassandra is 'Keeper'. Emily just makes sure the artifacts are where they need to be–away from those who may take advantage of it, particularly those in higher power. and if there are whispers of those in pursuit of these artifacts, she tracks them down and tries to steer their search away from the artifacts' true location. in some circumstances, she relocates these artifacts to a safer, more isolated location. even with her 'sixth sense', it's still a dangerous task with the psychological risk of the artifact's power, particularly if it is an Apple of Eden.

when it comes down to it, Emily keeps track of all the Isu artifacts she's able to come across in her travels. she feels it's her calling and her duty to help keep the balance by doing this.

#( CH. STUDY. ) – the future lies at the tip of your quill. #( HEADCANONS. ) – there’s truth in those piercing eyes. #and there ain't no way emily DIDN'T bump into kassandra while doing all of this lmao #kass: [at an Isu digsite] ????? what are you doing? you're not supposed to be here?? #emily: 👁️👄👁️ ...same as you?? #if anything i think emily would be kassandra's 'unofficial secretary' of Isu artifacts

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#( AES. ) – scent of pine in an everlasting green.