#finnegansson

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.

@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.

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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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.

“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.

Charles Lee:

Colonel Monro:

Declan Finnegan:

Haytham Kenway:

John Pitcairn:

Jack Weeks:

Christopher Gist:

Shay Patrick Cormac:

Abagail Hornigold:

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@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