A Bandit in Green

Selective - only roleplays with mutual followers. [AU-BLOG where a different curse hit when Emma was ten and she has no memory of who she was before] Current clothing: a dark green cloak with a hood and a green scarf hiding her face.  are about to be robbed

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Apparently, the bloody carriage had been robbed not too far from the docks, the bracelet she needed to steal taken with the rest, and Emma was honestly pissed off. She had been planning for nothing but she was going to leave that place with it.  So of course she tracked them back, pirates, apparently, and went straight to the captain’s quarters after they had gone out to drink, probably to celebrate. She had just gotten hand on the bracelet when she felt a blade on her back and, ignoring the fact that she would get sliced open if she wasn’t careful, she spun around to kick the pirate back before he could even demand her explanations. “Sorry, but I’m not…” she trailed off, dagger up in one hand, “Well… aren’t you a thing of beauty. Look, I’m in pain at the idea of accidentally ripping your face open, so how about you step back?” 

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After ransacking the carriage by the docks, along with a few others— the Captain and his crew bellows with sickening laughter and growls, adrenaline and hunger driving their sea legs. Hook ordered Smee, Bootstrap Bill, and Will Rouge to take most of the haul back to the ship and hide it as per usual. Just because they stole from others didn’t mean other’s wouldn’t steal from them.

Turning on his heal he and the rest of the men headed for the pub. They spent a few hours, and some stolen goods to pay for their swimming livers. The Captain himself, still kept a few things he’d stolen today that he liked personally. He did that now and again, kept certain findings in a collection for various reasons. 

Once they all were back at the ship they seemed to disperse— off to their bunks, or to drink below deck, play music, the like. Hook, high-functioning alcoholic that he was, managed to saunter his way to his cabin, choosing to be his own company— well with a bottle of rum he still hasn’t finished. The handle of the bottle draped over his hook hand. His evening took an unexpected turn, however, when he noticed the thief with their little hands on his bracelet. Something he had decided to try to send to someone rather important. That was not about to be lifted by some petty thief. He drew his sword with his free hand and immediately held it to the stranger’s back. When she turned and kicked— his sword wobbled and he stumbled back, but kept grip. Blocking the door, he held the sword with anticipation that she’d strike again. Hook opened his mouth to speak, but forget-me-not hues stared with an inkling of confusion, “—Well yes I am devilishly handsome, and I would prefer to remain that way. And honestly, it’d be a shame to gut you in my cabin. You’d stain my floor and Smee would have to clean it.

                    Now do you want to settle this civilly, or with bloodshed?”

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“I can be civil... I can also go for a bloodshed but only if you start it,” Emma commented, drawing her own sword while letting the bracelet slip around the blade of her dagger, “I was about to rob that stupid carriage when your men showed up and I want this. Pretty sure the flowers in it fit around my wrist more than around yours..” 

She leaned back against the desk, watching him curiously. It was dark, but she could easily see his face, his sword, the hook that at first glance appeared to be replacing his hand. She was positive she had never seen him before, too, though the name Smee sounded familiar. “So what are we going to do, Captain Beauty? Kill each other over flowery things? Finish that bottle you’re holding while we discuss this?” 

[wherethemusetakesme]

REBLOG WITH YOUR MUN & MUSE HOGWARTS HOUSE

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Mun: Hufflepuff Muse: Gryffindor

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Soulmate au - open rp

00:01:00

Her next target was walking alone and she was ready, leaning on the branch of the tree and preparing herself for the jump. Not the most delicate way to go, but she was too much in a bad mood to care. She just had to wait a few more seconds for him to come out of the shadows, the steps coming closer. 00:00:03 The moment she saw him step out, looking down at something, Emma jumped and landed on him, pushing him down on the ground and flipping him around for his shoulder, blade to his neck.

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  His complacency, from the tone of his voice to the grin adorning his face, never once wavers in the face of her commentary.“Oh, I’ve met them alright. Just… never had the misfortune of being one m’self.”

A demeanour which does however, quickly dissipate into one of slight exasperation when the captain perceives the reluctance in Swan’s tone. “For every one guard you can take, five more will come. Let’s face it— when it comes down to it, we’re hideously outnumbered, better taking our chances with the murky waters below, love.” Whether or not they had the shared capacity to rival the entirety of the King’s guard, Killian truthfully wasn’t concerned with. However good they were, there was always a slither of a chance he would end up captured and duly executed, and even a small risk of that was one he was deeply unwilling to take, not when he still had revenge to live for. “And they’ll be on their very best behaviour, I promise you that. Besides… probably best we don’t keep you trapsing around in soggy leather for terribly long.” And without further ado, he begins to clamber his way to the windowsill, adamant that they’ll go ahead with this plan of his regardless of how strongly she opposes it. 

[lostmaskedswan-blog]

He had such a pretty smug face that she couldn't even feel in herself to want to punch that self-confidence out, simply raising her hands as if saying that it wasn't her business anymore.

"I could take all of them," she grumbled, though she followed him as well, the complaining not stopping her from taking the easy route. She didn't want to end up killing someone by accident over a few jewels, she preferred to leave that to people who deserved it. "I'm a woman," she pointed out indifferently, "I have spare clothes with me. Spare makeup too if the one you are wearing gets ruined by the waters." Now, mocking someone was always a good way to make her feel relatively at ease, her eyes flickering on him with a little too much satisfaction - at least she'd get to see him soaked which she assumed would be quite the view. She was quickly up to the window, climbing obviously something she did as easily as breathing. Jumping in the ocean not so much, she thought, cursing under her breath but pushing the window open, ready to go first because the quicker she did it, the least she thought about it, the easier it would be. And if she stayed behind she might start hesitating.  "I hope your crewmen are all male-sirens like you or it wasn't worth ruining my leather," was her last comment before going for it.

[lightofthegods-deactivated20140]

Send me 'cuddle' for my muses reaction to yours suddenly sitting next to them and wrapping both of them in a blanket.

[diagnonsinsarchive]

If my character is flirting with yours:

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I am not trying to force a ship on you ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

[cxritas-blog]

in a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muse's reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

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clothes headcanon:

When she has planned on stealing something, Emma usually has two lawyers of clothing under the cloak: a tight bodice, in case she needs to seduce someone or to change very quickly into a different persona to hide in plain sight, and a shirt to hide everything, including both her gender and the strap of her satchel, making harder to pull it away from her even if she's not wearing the cloak. The shirt is, of course, green. 

She also usually wears leather pants and keeps weapons on her boots.

When she's not planning on stealing she just keeps the bodice and short leather pants, covering her legs with stockings and keeping a knife straped to her thigh.

During her days out, when she's certain she's somewhere safe, she can wear dresses that fit for a night in the tavern, though she still keeps weapons and has to wear cloak and scarf to hide herself.

She also has more than a scarf and changes them depending on the weather and sometimes the color of her clothes.

(What she loves the most are dresses, the more colorful sort, but she hardly has the chance to wear them and even when she can the fact that she can't show her face and scarfs clash with them irritate her too much to enjoy wearing them.)

Basically, if she's sure she needs to fight, she'll try to hide herself, if not, she'll aim to wear more revealing clothes for less violent tactics. 

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                                       He’s more than aware that he should find something about that last part horribly patronising, but Killian can’t help it. Even if it risks compromising their position, the captain all but chokes on his own laughter. “What do you take me for, lass? ‘Course I can handle m’self!”

And that ability to take care of himself went a little beyond his fighting capabilities, which, in all honesty, the pirate was feeling rather too lazy too use for the time being. If there was one thing pirates tended to excel at besides stealing, it was planning a decent escape. “Window it is then?” He gives a nod towards the nearby ‘exit’. Jumping head first into the cold waters below was hardly the most appealing idea for him either, he would admit. However, given that the vast majority of voices seemed to resound from the direction of the King’s office, it seemed like both the quickest and easiest means to escape. “My ship’s stationed but a short swim away from here, we can take refuge there if needs be.”

[lostmaskedswan-blog]

"Calm down, leather-boy, giving things like that for granted gets people killed," she retorted, a note of amusement coloring her voice as well. "You're telling me you never met a pirate who wasn't a genius of sword-fighting?" Because she had met good ones but also ridiculous ones. Some were only good at drinking, too. 

She cringed at the thought of really having to jump, "I could take them," she muttered, already preparing herself to the idea of jumping in deep waters, which was one of the very few things she wasn't comfortable with. Monsters, even sea monsters, fire, magic, she could fight it all, could get anywhere, but swimming where mermaids could get? "Plus, really, inviting me to your ship already? Buy me a drink first," she added, voice void of tone once again as she started sneaking out of the room to get to the other side of the castle, the one that directly gave to the sea. Obviously one guard chose that moment to show up, the ball downstairs a good reason for them to keep checking around, but she didn't give him the time to open his mouth, punching his throat and knocking him down soon after, her hand stopping his fall to avoid noises and guiding him down slowly. "We are getting to the beach before your ship. I don't fancy the idea of having your crew gang up on me when I'm slowed down by my satchel." 

[ofviolentdeath]

Send me 'pinned' and my character will react to yours pinning them against the wall

[lostmaskedswan-blog]

Captain Swan for ts - Lieutenant Duckling version wishlist

-Emma and the Lieutenant fight at the docks when he catches her stealing. When he realizes she’s a woman he gets distracted and ends up being pushed in the water. It’s stormy and Emma ends up jumping after him to make sure he doesn’t drown because he’s too pretty to die or so she says and the more they see each other the more she helps him out with things and looks very angry at herself for it (except when she flirts, that is okay for her) -Emma getting caught stealing from the captain’s quarters and seduces him to distract him enough to tie him somewhere and escape. Somehow it works and she starts showing up just to annoy him (because he’s too handsome) -Emma gets caught stealing, escapes from him and then starts showing up after taking little things from him, including “borrowing” his hat just to provoke him -Killian is after the Swan bandit and she lets him arrest her because after five minutes she has made her life mission to make him as embarrassed as humanly possible. Obviously Liam asks him to guard her because she’s just a thief on their way back to the kingdom (they can bond over saving each other or her saving Liam or anything equally big so that Liam won’t be too upset when she actually runs away) -Killian has been told that she’s some sort of monster but when he faces the “Swa Bandit” and turns out she’s very not that and actually offended by it he starts getting curious and ‘forgets’ to arrest her when they meet -Killian won’t let the black knights rip her heart out because it’s inhuman and after fighting side by side with her, she decides to escort him back somewhere safe and protect him from other bandits that live in the area because like hell she won’t return the favor (and yes he’s too handsome to let go of him so soon)

(though some of these could probably be done with regular Captain Jones and Captain Hook in a way or another , I'm not picky)

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                                       This is one instance where he takes little to no issue with obliging her, holding the bag open with absolutely no complaints, dropping little trinkets in as and when they happen upon them.

“Swan… Just Swan, eh? It’s funny cause, normally people… well, they tend to have more than one name…” Truthfully, he hadn’t expected Swan to give him any more details than that, but making quasi-polite conversation seemed like the best way to alleviate the rather heavy air between them. Although, were he on the receiving end of that kind of chit chat, it would take the captain next to no time at all to snap, and thus until his companion next opens her mouth, he resolves to keep his firmly shut. That which she finds tucked away strikes him as odd, uncharacteristic as well but before he can pass comment, Killian is struck by the realisation that perhaps, they’ve paid too much attention to their findings, and too little to the world around them. And with the creaking of the floor outside, and the distant echo of unknown voices, he finds himself instead, reaching out to grasp her arm, a gruff, hurried, “time to go.” passes through his lips.

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"I've been told plenty times that I ain't normal," Emma pointed out with a shrug, looking around, "And only one kind of people has a last name." Which would be the kind with a family, while she had been forced to name herself. Not that she minded anymore, but even when she could go by her real name, it had always been just that, that Emma that meant nothing and everything.  There was a note in the book, and after reading it Emma cringed; she ended up putting the necklace back in the book and leaving them on the desk, letting the pirate drag her towards the door. "Either we take the balcony of the king's office or we'll have to jump out of the window..." Not the best option for her, considering that she'd fall into the sea and risk to have her face uncovered where it could be reflected. "Unless you are sure that you can make your way through them, stay behind me," she warned him in a low whisper, unlacing the cloak enough to keep it out of the way if she needed to fight. Pirate didn't necessarily mean able to face a squad of knights, he could simply be good at stealing, and she was not going to carry him if he got hurt. 

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                                       “Oh, can we really?” The captain scoffs, and for the first time he properly eyes the stranger up and down. Oh, their physical strength was nothing short of impressive, but that short stature of theirs? That ought to work to his advantage should things go pear-shaped. “I’m afraid it’s just not in my nature, love. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks and all that”.

Upon hearing their threat his lips once more curve into a complacent smirk, although this time it’s less of a playful affair… more, the kind of smirk which says 'I'd like to see you try'. “Then let’s just say, I’m perfectly willing to honour that bargain if you extend the same courtesy.” He says that, but the curling of his bottom lip and the folding of his arms across his chest tell a completely different story, it’s written all over the captain  that he’s not yet ready to place his trust in his masked assailant. “Killian Jones. Just so you know who to hunt down in the event I double-cross you, love. And no, I saw no guards on me way here… although if I’m right, then they change every two or so hours… and by the looks of things that means we’ve got about half an hour to grab what we can and get out of here, so what do you say we get a move on?”

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Emma chuckled, not giving him her back just yet but stepping closer to the desk, "Bring your bag here, old dog, mine is full."

Killian Jones - she had the feeling that she had heard that name before but couldn't remember where. In any case, she had been right: he was the smirking type. She gave a nod at his assesment, knowing about the guards. "You won't believe me, but I'm not the traitor sort," she commented, uncerimoniously starting to pull the jewels close so she could drop them in his bag; her tone of voice made clear that she wasn't even asking him to believe her, it was a simple statement and she had already accepted that. "I ain't double-crossing you first for sure." And looking up, she realized that in a way it was good that he had surprised her, or she wouldn't have given a second look to the bookshelf while waiting for him to be done, noticing that one of the book's covers seemed weirdly ruined as if wanting to give the impression that the book had been read many times before while the others were intact. She took off her gloves, setting a foot on the lowest shelf to boost herself up, "And my name is Swan," she added, jumping down with the book and opening it. Just like she had expected, there was a hole inside with a necklace in it, one with a pendant shaped as a flower. "Well... this is weirdly cute for the queen..." 

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                                      “See, the problem there is, mate… I’m never really the one to be pinned down, so you’ll have to forgive me if I’m unfamiliar with the etiquette.” If for some bizarre reason, it was a game of flirtation the stranger wished to play, then so be it, Killian had every intent of winning it.

 “Sounds like a fine offer…” He thumbs his lip in thought, to what extent should he take this masked strangers word? Probably not at all… but the prospect of betrayal is a bridge he could always cross much later on when the goods are secured in his posession. “Although… you’d have to inform me as to what it is you’ve got there, a man doesn’t want to strike a bargain only to be left with the dregs, after all…”

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"Forgiven, we can work on that," Emma said, before starting to step back. Regardless of her getting anything from the gorgeous pirate later, more people there meant greater treasure back home if they divided things right.

"I have everything that could fit in my satchel, including the crowns. Some pretty nice stuff has been left here, which is exactly why I don't mind someone else taking it so we can share it later... better not all of it in my hands than any of it in theirs," she explained, her tone taking a more professional note, which in her case meant mostly deadpan from beginning to end, "Of course, if I'm so comfortable letting you know that, it's because I know that if you try to stab me in the back I'll rip your spine out. And I'd much rather keep..." she vaguely gestured with her hand, "That perfection intact. So don't try anything stupid and I will share what I've already got equally. That's all."

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                                      Many things he was, but painfully stupid was not among them. Being unable to read their expression was deeply unsettling to him, it made his assailants every move that little bit harder to predict and Killian wouldn’t dare cross this stranger until their back was turned and the advantage lay with him. “Sorry mate. Just… tackling a man to the ground ain’t exactly the best way to make him use his inside voice.”

Now, this stranger has already proved themself a capable fighter, but that does nothing to keep that oh-so-cocky demeanour of Killian’s from shining through. “Perhaps I did, perhaps I didn’t. What good would it do me to tell you?”

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Emma couldn't help it, lifting her hood a little to see him better, the occasion to say something about that really hard to resist. "Wouldn't know. When I pin men down I don't allow them to be quiet."  Green eyes shining with amusement under the dim lights, she actually took a step forward, studying him without losing track of where his sword was. He was the cocky sort, wasn't he? He probably even had a smirk. "The chance to take what I haven't stolen yet? Or, if you give me a hand at grabbing the rest, we can divide the goods once outside. I'm all for... sharing." 

[thecharmingprincessemma]

//Reminder that I’d never forceship, I’d never pressure you in any way. Emma might recognize that your character is attractive because she has eyes, but when it comes to feelings I will only go as far as you’ll want them to go. If you don’t ship, she’s likely to simply love them in a platonic way because she loves everyone and maybe admire their looks (but that goes for everyone, not just men I ship her with). 

And even if we both ship the thing she’ll probably be extra slow. And that goes for all my blogs. 

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  Collisions with the floor were nothing of a rarity for him… and given his rather dubious reasoning in being there, nor was being accosted, come to think of it. However, the dull pain that courses through his body is enough to momentarily stump the captain and he takes a moment or two to regain his ability to articulate a reponse.

 “I ought to ask you the same bloody question, mate.” Concussion branding Killian rather unable to determine that raised voices were bound to attract the attention of the real guards, he begins to prop himself up on one arm, eyes temporarily squeezing firmly shut in an attempt to stave off the oncoming headache. “You’re the one… running around tackling the King’s guards bloody left, right and centre!”

[lostmaskedswan-blog]

Emma snorted, moving away but also lifting his coat enough to see the rest of his clothes. Leather, a sword... "Pirate, then," she decided, thinking that he was surely there to steal too. Well, as long as he didn't get in her way, she wasn't going to stop him. "Keep your voice down, pumpkin. It would physically pain me to hit that gorgeous face of yours." Her tone was flirtatious, but the minimum attention to the look in her eyes or the warning note would tell him that she would truly break his head too if needed.

Standing up again, she adjusted her cloak, pulling her hood to cover her more, "And the answer is yes. Now, did you see real guards on your way here?"