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honorhearted · 2 years
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(17, 30)
Shipping questions for the mun / @finnegansson
17. what’s your BROTP when it comes to your muse? Canonically, speaking, I love all the Ben/Culper interactions and have strong affection for muses who’ve been friends since childhood. For a long while, Ben and Caleb was my favorite brotp ever until the fandom completely ruined it for me. With fanon/non-canonical, our dynamic is definitely a top contender! :’ ) Maybe it’s cuz I’m getting up there in the years, but the older I get, the more fond I am of the found family trope. And our muses check all the boxes of familial feels, angst, betrayal, and all that fun stuffTM. GIMME MORE OF THAT SWEET, SWEET AGONY lol.
30. is there any “unconventional” relationship you play, or you would like to? I don’t really know how to answer this, cuz I feel like all my ships are unconventional just because they’re not popular LOL. I will say though, that this is the first fandom I’ve been a part of where I don’t have many crossover ships. I used to have a TON of those, and they were almost always my favorites. It was really fun to mesh/blend worlds and prove that these characters from entirely different universes could be plausible together. For whatever reason, my most popular ship here tends to be Ben/OC. I don’t mind or dislike that, obviously, but I find it interesting! I think it’s mostly because of the lack of Ben/female character interaction on the show (which makes sense since w.ar is mostly fought by men), so ppl felt they had to get creative/create their own character to get the kind of dynamics they wanted.
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shadxwcd · 2 years
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@finnegansson​ asked: ❛  where are we ?  ❜ (for Galina)
𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. | Accepting
“Use your eyes and find out.” Was the reply, Galina surprised the man kept up with her freerunning at all to really care about him knowing where he was.
Right now, she had taken out her binoculars and was pinpointing a few key positions she could snipe from depending on the information they gained. Well the information she had gained but hadn’t told Declan about - she did not trust him that much.
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mamuac · 2 years
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“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  (for Liam!)
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    "Could be askin' ya the same question."
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intothemanaverse · 2 years
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@finnegansson​ LIKED FOR A STARTER! 
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        “And here I was not expecting you until later today,” he spoke from his table, looking up from the letter he was writing to General Clinton. “a welcomed surprise indeed.”
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freedomsake · 2 years
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cont. from here.   //   @finnegansson
Connor watched as the man before him crumbled; a familiar scene, almost looking at a reflection of himself of that fateful night. Though, it would be an insult to even call it a ‘reflection’. Declan’s grief was a direct result of the lives Connor took. Once upon a time, he thought he knew what it meant to take a life. He thought that if it was for the right cause, to ensure the freedom he fought for all people living here, then these deaths might be justified. But as he grew older, sought beyond the naïvety of his youth, he realized that to be far from the truth. That the cost of a life, and the way of this WORLD, was not as black and white as he initially thought. That was one of his deepest regrets; learning too late.
Yet, here they stand now--Assassin and Templar--in an attempt to make amends and move forward, together. 
Connor had no idea how to console Declan. What could he possibly say that would help? Words, conveying his deepest emotions--that was something he never quite mastered. Dark brows knitted as he pursed his lips. What would Emily do? he asked himself, somewhat surprised that he even thought of her at a time like this. But is that really surprising, given that she and Declan are close friends? Admittedly, there is some envy there, but that is an extra layer to unfold at another time. His eyes gazed to the side--the bar. An idea pops into his mind.
He left momentarily, making his way across the tavern to order a couple tankards. When he returned, he placed the drinks down at a nearby empty table. There was hesitance, and a bit of awkwardness, but he valiantly placed a gentle hand on the Templar’s shoulder.
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“I know it is not much, but,” Connor paused, moving aside for Declan to see the drinks that await them. “Perhaps we could start here.”
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rogaire-a · 2 years
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(Presenting a new business idea for Shay, if all goes wrong with his Assassin hunting: the Colonial Templar Rite’s LUCKY CHARM(TM) manufacturer ☘️🌟
Make your own luck today with Shay’s magic touch! Get it while it’s new! Special offer for Black Friday, 2 for the price of 1!!*
*T&Cs: offer excludes Assassins, the French, and people who call him Patrick)
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moltementi · 2 years
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@finnegansson​ He’s standing there amidst the tavern brawl; broken glass, bodies, bloodied hands balled into fists, staring the hooded woman right in the eye and screams: “Ye’ve had yer chance for fair play, Miss Jensen, now COME AT ME!!!” (For Hope 😲!!!)
He demands ‘fair play’- when he and his scour the very world from its freedoms. With underhanded manipulations and deceptions; don’t worry, we’ll care for you - before discarding their charges when they were no longer useful. Healthy. Able.
     Chains the world, and calls it ‘mercy’.
             Pretends that 'fair play’ is discarded, instead of being never-there.
She has attempted to give him the benefit of being young and gullible- his heart has always been in the correct place, yet his mind has ever twisted. By those he calls brothers, and those that would so easily be rid of him when he no longer had anything that they could TAKE.
She knows the Colonel for what he is.
Knows the Game for how it should be played.
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“How many times have I told you, Finnegan, that this path was not for you!” Hope is aching, several blows unescapable and throbbing as if to say, ‘we’re here for you’. Bruises blossoming beneath silk, leather, and lace. “You imagine being attacked so far? You imagine being targeted?”
These aren’t her men. These aren’t civilians. They too will drown within the very air they’ll breathe, as she drops a gas grenade and vaults up- the roof her greatest bet at escape. 
          Or bait.
                       “Well then... allow me to give you such a gift!!”
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prctectedlegacy · 2 years
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To be absolutely unoriginal on main, aka jumping on the bandwagon that @finnegansson created, Abagail Horningold and Charles Lee
First, read Teou's post here: X
The best way to describe Charles Lee and Abagail Hornigold's relationship is, they don't like each other. She thinks that he is overly pretentious for the role that he had been given, and the fact that he immediately assumes that he is the second in command after Haytham makes her roll her eyes to heaven.
But let's talk 1776.
The Order in 1776 looked different than the one in 1743-if there even really was an Templar Rite on the continent in that year. 1743 is the year that Abagail herself became a templar at the age of 20, and so she spent the first few years in Europe and the West Indies, until 1752 when she arrived on the continent.
Charles Lee, in a way, took a lot of the roles she had gained in Europe for his own, and for the most part was ye olde sexism of the time.
But in 1776? The Order had been losing members for years thanks to Connor and Achilles, and then the pivot to go to the patriot side rather than stay on the side of the red coats and the British. Abby, having Declan (@finnegansson) as a brother and knowing that he would remain a red coat no matter what the Order said, simply...left.
And I know that seems anti-climatic, especially for her, but she dislikes arguments. She is stuck between two worlds, that of a Sage and that of a templar, and she is unwilling to chose between two people who are her family.
So, she leaves. Gathers her family and leaves. She sees it as better than having to feel like she's betraying one of her family members and knows that, in leaving, she'll be considered a rogue, sure. But I would be better to explain that, than her betrayal.
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notprinceregent · 3 years
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“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”
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" If tha' is wha' y'wish. "
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multimana · 4 years
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🍒 + dandy-prat, finnegansson, prctectedlegacy?
send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.
@dandy-prat
WHERE. DO. I. BEGIN. From Tavington and Hampton, to Witcher, random rp, caleb stealing fran’s wigs, period films, to random Pirates of the Caribbean, there is truly never a dull moment with us. I adore all of our chats. I love reading your writing across your blogs, you are super talented in your writing and I enjoy seeing you on my dash. I am so glad you are my friend! <3 I can’t wait to write even more with ya!
@finnegansson
TWIN! My twin, my twin. I’m so happy we met. First of all, I adore the way you interpret your characters, the headcanons! Declan! Declan is a treasure okay? Personally, I (John André) will protecc him at all costs Also, HAYTHAM! I would have never expected Pearl to be with Haytham in a million years, but I am absolutely living for it. We also agree so much when it comes to Haytham! I cannot wait to see where our writing goes next. Also … def need to explore more with Thatch and Elizabeth.
@prctectedlegacy
Oh HIIIIII there ! I love how much work you put into your characters! ALL of your characters! Whether it is Abagail or Theo, I love our interactions and I cannot wait to interact more!  In your writing, I enjoy reading your dialogue across threads. You do very well in interpreting your dialogue among your different characters. While I enjoy our current threads, I cannot wait to see where our characters take us next!
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silentknives · 2 years
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Emily: *witnessing (2) guys, sassing flirting with each other, 5 feet apart bc they’re not gay*
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also Emily: *pours (2) glasses of wine to watch all of this unfold*
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honorhearted · 2 years
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💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment (- up to you which one of them is doing the calming, but as we both know, ‘calm’ isn’t exactly a word in either of their vocabularies so this could be interesting 🤣)
@finnegansson | this meme (x)
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Ben couldn’t stand still. With a fist pressed over his mouth, he stalked from one end of the room to the other. He didn’t even know why he was here. What could Declan do? What could either of them do? Samuel was dead. He was dead -- dead! -- and the realization that he would never again lay eyes upon his brother’s wry, impish face, nor tease him about his infatuations that changed with the moon phases, nor share an ale after a particularly tiresome day, nor ever embrace him again left Ben feeling hollowed out...empty. So empty, in fact, that it took him a long moment to realize he was screaming.
It didn’t even sound like himself. He couldn’t think, couldn’t feel; nothing was real anymore. Ben felt detached from his own body, and once his knees hit the floor, he was barely conscious of Declan taking his shoulders -- of the older man shushing him, speaking lowly, consoling him -- and God above, that somehow made it worse. This wasn’t a scraped knee that Declan could soothe like when Ben was a boy. This was his brother. This was his friend. 
“He’s gone,” Ben choked out in between harried, frantic breaths. “He’s gone...”
What was he supposed to do? All his life, Ben had sworn he would watch out for his little brother, but he had failed -- he’d failed -- and with a sharp, gut-wrenching sob, he sagged against Declan and screamed anew, his throat raw and hoarse as he furiously struck his fists against the other man’s chest.
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shadxwcd · 2 years
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@finnegansson​ asked: “  what’s on your mind?  i want to listen.  ” - for Galina
affectionate prompts  | Accepting
Galina turned to him with a stare of disbelief and annoyance more than anything. She had gone to be on her own for a reason, but Declan was the one to come to her?
“No. We are enemies only allied for a few weeks.” Came the blunt response, then looking away from him. Trying to make it clear that she wouldn’t be speaking about this. Whatever it was.
Why should she give him any vulnerable information, beyond what the Templars already knew of her past? That was just asking for trouble.
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mamuac · 2 years
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⛓ - Liam!
Send ⛓ to capture my muse
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    To put it best, Liam was incredibly frustrated. Although he was disappointed in his current situation, he chose to keep the majority of it inward. "I don' know wha' ya think this will accomplish." He knew he had to think quickly to escape, but for now, he wanted to get as much information as possible.
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freedomsake · 2 years
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❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞
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CARING SENTENCE STARTERS -- accepting!
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Again, he was greeted with kindness he didn’t think he deserved. No less from the man whose brothers and comrades had been killed by Connor’s own hands. If anything, Connor had already anticipated the resentment. The hatred. Perhaps some of it was still there; he’d be a fool to think otherwise. And yet, despite all that he’s done and the tragedies he caused, Declan was willing to help build this fragile bridge. It was a courageous and generous gesture, in which Connor highly respected. 
“It will not be easy,” he said, his gaze flickered from the floor to Declan. “--But I will do what I have to, as well.”
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rogaire-a · 2 years
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@finnegansson​ sent: ❝ do you take me for a fool? ❞  // WITCHER STARTERS // still accepting
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‘‘ ‘course not, I would never. ‘‘
He retorts, trying his best to cover his smile under his hood. If there was one thing Shay could never grow tired of was taking advantage of the Templar interest in him. He was playing with fire and he knew it, but he had to admit that continuously slipping away from his grasp  was more fun than he first thought. Of course he didn't forget that this man has been sent out to kill him, only a fool would ignore that, but having the Templar eyes on him also distracted him from messing with the Assassin's plans, although Shay too was involved in them, but the Assassins didn't seem to worry about him, probably because he wasn't a target yet, but if he happened to become one--then this little game would come to an end. But for now, he would just keep playing with him. While he still could.
‘‘ Though ya didn’t show to be that much smart. Must be a Templar thing. ‘’ 
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