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On another note I’ve got so much muse for so many characters that I’m half tempted to create a multi-muse indie that’s just got all the male muses/fcs that I want

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My favourite thing is when you tell the admin about the issue and they do literally nothing about it. 

Like.

Okay.

Fuck you too.

someone explain to me what the point of anon hate is? like, great, you don’t like my character but at least i’m not the little bitch that has to hide behind an anon feature to actually say something.

don’t like my character then unfollow and block it? blacklist the url? stop being a fucking piece of shit?

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someone explain to me what the point of anon hate is? like, great, you don’t like my character but at least i’m not the little bitch that has to hide behind an anon feature to actually say something.

don’t like my character then unfollow and block it? blacklist the url? stop being a fucking piece of shit?

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Assassin’s Creed Syndicate Gifs [2/?]

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yo if anyone starts to write the AC origins characters and doesn’t put in a Yu-Gi-Oh verse then we’re gonna have to fight

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“You underestimate how good I am at counting chicken,” he mumbled over his shoulder, turning his head to smirk at her, raising an eyebrow as he followed her line of sight. He was momentarily worried that they’d been caught out but there would have been a lot more noise. They would have been alerted if they’d been sighted, no matter how distracted they had been with there little jokes.

There was an fierce anger welling in his gut as he saw the children working away at the random mechanisms and machines. He had shut this down before. He and Evie had worked so hard to rid the boroughs of London of the evil terror that was child labour. Evie had taken it to heart and he had followed swiftly. Seeing the children working, burning in the heat of the factory had him boiling. “You can take your targets. I’ll get the children out,” He told her, pulling his hood up.

     ( ♞ )    —— ❝   Don’t speak so soon,  ❞ the tinge of a smile stains her lips beneath dark fabric, amusement colouring her visage and e a s i l y  legible through the shine in her eyes, as she spares a passing glance back at him to watch his movements draw him further within,  ❝  we’ve only just passed the easy part and you know what they say about counting chickens b e f o r e  they hatch.  ❞

       There’s a strange sort of childishness to her words as her observant gaze returns to the overlook, counting heads within the entrails of the warehouse as she searched for her mark; repugnant factories concealing the exploited labour of children having to be set aside in her mind as her focus remained on the ledgers and business dealings which had drawn her inward. Such targets could e a s i l y  be handled upon her exit should fate permit it. Her heart ached for the plight of the youth, a harsh life which could only be truly fixed in the halls of parliament, but the knotted strings of the rite which had condemned them were at the f r o n t  of her mind.  ❝  Shall we play it by ear, hm ?  ❞

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Avery huffs, and crosses her arms, "What makes me so different from her hmm? I go on missions with you too even..."

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“I’m not having this argument right now,” he told her as he fastened the buckles on the gauntlet. “Evie and I grew up together, I know that she’s more than ready to hurt people if she needs to. Fight clubs often get out of hand.”

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"I'm very serious," She said, crossing her arms, "Listen, just because I like to wear dresses when I'm not in my robes doesn't mean I don't know how to fight. I need to practice... Evie goes and you don't have a problem with it!"

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"Avery, I never suggested that you weren’t capable,” he pointed out with a sigh as he squeezed past her to pick up the gauntlet that was laid on his desk. He wasn’t going to be using it, obviously, but London was still dangerous and he needed to protect himself. “Evie’s... Evie. I wouldn’t be able to stop her if I tried.”

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"Take me to fight club..."

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Jacob was busy sliding the kukri into place when he heard the woman’s voice. He looked her over once before laughing quietly, lifting his hat onto his head. It took a few minutes of him laughing before he noticed the look on her face and then he slowly started to trail into silence. “You’re not serious.”

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          Throughout his time in London, Jacob had become more and more disinterested in the after math of his kills. Roth had definitely had a strange effect on him and it wasn’t something he really wanted to dwell on. Instead he was doing what needed to be done and carried on with the rest of the mission. It was about time that he took a leaf out of Evie's book, wasn't it?

          "Precisely," he agreed as he followed her through the entryway. He crouched down beside her, eyes scanning the scene in front of them. There was definitely a lot of them. "They're all as stupid as each other. They'll be no issue," he told her as he slowly inched in a little more, moving to duck behind a nearby crate.

“He’s dead, let’s move on.”

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     ( ♞  ) It’s the impassive tone which he spills that draws sharp brows together, vivid hues narrowing to accentuate the c l e a r  look which accompanies the distaste which even her mask could not conceal; she was unaccustomed to the tone taken which was meant to n i p  at her heels and move her onward. Had she not had the need to continue onward in their infiltration, perhaps she’d make a bigger deal but as she passed a sparing glance back at the lifeless body there was little sympathy to reap within her heart.

      —— ❝   One less to terrorize the streets,  ❞ eyes drawn focused past the other as she stepped closer towards the entrance into the factory, ducking down as she s l i p p e d  to press herself through the threshold and glance at the layout before them,  ❝  a shame they seem to multiply faster than rabbits.  ❞

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thewardenqueen:

“A source told me they might have some of my family’s things…” Avery said as she shivered, “I… I just want to see if its true.”

Perhaps it was a silly notion, she knew she couldn’t get everything back, but she just wanted a few things. Things that belonged to her parents and shouldn’t be in templar hands. Their wedding rings, antique jewelry, perhaps a picture if those still existed. 

Jacob let out a sigh as she explained herself, rubbing a cold hand over his face. How was he supposed to stop her from finding out about her family? If it had been anything about Evie then he would have camped out in the cold for as long as he could manage, regardless of how strained their relationship had been every now and then.

He thought for a moment, glancing around to check out how many Blighters were around them. It wasn’t many. “We can go a little while longer. I’m not at risk of losing fingers yet,” he told her, pulling his hood up a little more.

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wearejustallrunaways:

“And chance being caught and taken in by Astergo. No way, you should have planned better.” Kartik replied in a hushed tone as he continued their surveillance. “Just a couple of more minutes and then we can strike." 

“I was happy to send the Rooks in and sort all of this out. It’s not my fault you wanted to do this on your own. I’m not about to let you reap havoc on the streets of London... not without me anyway.”

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londonsmasterassassin:

    “In other words you were rooting around my my desk again”

“Snooping through your things? Me? Never. I’m shocked you could think so little of me.”

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“A man always has to have some secrets, dear Evie.”

   “And where did you find that?”

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thewardenqueen:

“If… we can just… wait another moment,” Avery shivered, “We just need info, not to kill anyone… We can’t s-s-spook them.”

Maybe they could wait another day to do this mission? Perhaps when it was brighter and a little warmer out?

Jacob turned his head to look at her, breath condensing in the cold air as he huffed. Why was he even here if they didn’t need to fight anyone? Fighting was what he was good at.

"Where did you even find information on these people? I understand that we’re keeping control of London and we need to stop any uprisings but the Rooks could have taken care of this.”

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Jacob has officially been rebooted. Activity inbound

Anything past this point will be reorganised/tagged differently. Should anyone want to have interactions with him then please just hit me up on the IM. If anyone would like to keep old relationships/plots/backstories with him then also message me.

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“Believe me when I say that I can understand the need to stake out the enemy but when it’s this cold I say we just... run in and deal with the issue at hand. Waiting around is only going to get us frozen to death.”