My enemy is a notion

Indie Ratonhnhaké:ton of Assassin's Creed III. Written by Asmodeus.

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Don't you dare, for one minute, believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable. I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt, stagger back, wounded and alive, just to hear you call me weak for trying.

                                        –Ashe Vernon

Independent Ratonhnhake:ton ( also called Connor ) from Assassin's Creed III, written by Asmodeus. est. September 2015, re est. August 2023. Permanent low activity.

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I think I forgot to mention that I snuck away on holiday a bit ago, but I'll be returning in a few days. And also? The ocean is just as seductive as everyone says it is, that is all.

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⚔ ✞ The Mortal Instruments (book series) ✞ ⚔

90 sentence starters from books one through six of The Mortal Instruments. send one for my muses reaction! Feel free to change anything that needs changing in order for it to make sense to have come from your muse.

❝ It may look like a person and talk like a person and maybe even bleed like a person, but it’s a monster. ❞ ❝ I may be a killer, but I know what I am. Can you say the same? ❞ ❝ Unfortunately we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing. ❞ ❝ The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me. ❞ ❝ If you were half as funny as you thought you were, you’d be twice as funny as you are. ❞ ❝ The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love. ❞ ❝ I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain. ❞ ❝ Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound? ❞ ❝ If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked. It would have been a lot less painful. ❞ ❝ Next time you’re planning to injure yourself to get my attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders. ❞ ❝ You could try not being charming all the time. It might be a relief for everyone. ❞ ❝ If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes. ❞ ❝ You know, most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction. ❞ ❝ You tore my heart out years ago when you betrayed and deserted me. ❞ ❝ You’re skilled enough, but you could not kill me. You have always been softhearted. ❞ ❝ I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt. ❞ ❝ You think charm is the same as honesty? I used to think so. I was wrong. ❞ ❝ I prefer to think that I’m a liar in a way that’s uniquely my own. ❞ ❝ Don’t bother feeding me some story about how you just happened to wander along after he spontaneously died. I know you did this. ❞ ❝ Look on the bright side, if they need a human sacrifice, you can always offer me. ❞ ❝ Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. ❞ ❝ I wish I could hate you. I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. ❞ ❝ I admire your stubbornness. It’s so much like mine. ❞ ❝ You never got a chance to tell me the truth. I don’t trust you, I want you to know that, but I thought I’d give you the chance to tell me. ❞ ❝ We are meant for a higher purpose, you and I. The distractions of the world are just that, distractions. If we allow ourselves to be turned aside from our course by them, we are duly punished. ❞ ❝ I’ve heard the word ‘fear’, I simply choose to believe it doesn’t apply to me. ❞ ❝ I’d say it’s been nice meeting you, but, in fact, it hasn’t. It’s been quite awkward, and frankly, the next time I see you will be far too soon. ❞ ❝ I thought I’d lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while. It relaxes me. ❞ ❝ I hope you know what I mean when I say I’m sorry you’re here, but I’m glad you’re with me. ❞ ❝ You disappear so completely into your head sometimes. I wish I could follow you. ❞ ❝ But isn’t that what love is? Ownership? ‘I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,’ as the Song of Songs goes. ❞ ❝ Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body. That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes. ❞ ❝ Every time you almost die, I almost die myself. ❞ ❝ You’re not going. If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going. ❞ ❝ You were just upset about being left behind, like a child, and you had a tantrum. And now we’re here. Lost. ❞ ❝ Go ahead and do whatever you want, regardless of who it hurts. You always do anyway, don’t you? ❞ ❝ You could at least pretend you were glad to see me. Even a little bit. ❞ ❝ I have a fetish for damsels in distress. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish. ❞ ❝ I know how you think you feel about me. You don’t, though. You just like me because I’m safe. There’s no risk. ❞ And then you never have to try to have a real relationship, because you can use me as an excuse. ❞ ❝ I felt like you were someone I’d always been waiting for. I saw you feel it too. Don’t tell me you didn’t. ❞ ❝ You think you only want me because you’re evil, not human. You just want something else you can hate yourself for. I won’t let you use me to prove to yourself how worthless you are. ❞ ❝ I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else—someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do. ❞ ❝ Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you’re not allowed to be mad. ❞ ❝ I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then. ❞ ❝ I always figure it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission in these sorts of situations. ❞ ❝ I want them to writhe and die on the ground. They deserve shame before they get oblivion. ❞ ❝ So now what? You’re going to kill me while I’m tied up? Does the thought of fighting me scare you that much? ❝ You keep passing out on me. It’s extremely tedious. ❞ ❝ But I thought of you—I saw you there, clearly, as if you were standing in front of me, watching me, and I knew I wanted to live, wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything, if only so that I could see your face one more time. ❞ ❝ I am a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown. ❞ ❝ Oh, good. You’re starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That’s not a sign of impending megalomania or anything. ❞ ❝ Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good. ❞ ❝ It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense. ❞ ❝ You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me. ❞ ❝ You would do anything to save him, whatever it cost you, whatever you might owe to Hell or Heaven, would you not? ❞ ❝ Latent homosexual panic will do you in every time. ❞ ❝ You villains and your creepy eugenics programs are starting to bore me. ❞ ❝ Killing them is the most merciful thing you can do. ❞ ❝ I am a woman. I will use any weapon and all weapons to get what I want. ❞ ❝ I don’t know why I had to fall in love with someone who’s more stubborn than I am. ❞ ❝ God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken. ❞ ❝ Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort. ❞ ❝ Let me break it down for you. I’m young. I’m pretty. And I’m willing to burn the whole world to the ground to get what I want. ❞ ❝ You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart. Don’t tell me any differently. ❞ ❝ Viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me. ❞ ❝ I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn’t sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings, so full of possibilities. ❞ ❝ Goodness is not kindness, and there is nothing crueler than virtue. ❞ ❝ Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places. Perhaps hearts are the same. ❞ ❝ We are so much lovelier when we fall. ❞ ❝ You are mine. You have always been mine. When you were born, you were mine, though you did not know me. There are bonds that nothing can erase. ❞ ❝ Mercy is a condition of your agreement. ❞ ❝ The things you’ve done are too terrible to ever be forgiven, and you don’t even know they’re terrible. I will never forgive you. I will never love you. ❞ ❝ You lie when you tell me you’ll never love me. ❞ ❝ I’ve given you your chance to come willingly now. I’ve paid in blood and inconvenience to have you with me by your own choice. But I will take you unwilling, just the same. ❞ ❝ I only have two reactions to bad news - uncontrollable rage and then a sharp left turn into boiling self-hatred. ❞ ❝ This better be really juicy. And weird. Were bicycles involved in some kinky way? Vacuum cleaners? Umbrellas? ❞ ❝ The wishes of our hearts are weapons that can be used against us. ❞ ❝ I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He Was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations.’ ❞ ❝ It was a little homoerotic, maybe, but I’m secure in my sexuality. ❞ ❝ You must love me. I never thought you’d admit anyone was prettier than you. ❞ ❝ I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you. I never cared about the consequences. ❞ ❝ There are things we want, down under what we know, under even what we feel. There are things our souls want, and mine wants you. ❞ ❝ I can read your face like a very open, very pornographic book. I wish I couldn’t. ❞ ❝ It doesn’t matter if I hurt you because you belong to me. I can do what I want with you. ❞ ❝ I don’t want other people touching you or owning you or hurting you. I want you to be around, to admire me and to see what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished. ❞ ❝ You have a dark heart in you, and it is a darkness we share. ❞ ❝ When I am all there is in your world, when I am all that is left, you will love me back. ❞ ❝ Hate me. Rejoice when I die. The last thing I would want now would be to bring you more grief. ❞ ❝ Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world. ❞ ❝ We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss. ❞

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@paddyfuck

          There are times in a person's life when the familiar becomes a deep-seated wound in the flesh of the psyche, like those who grow from too great a period of inactivity. Just here, you spoke your last words to this person you loved. Perhaps over there, the scars left of a now-settled war bring to mind the home you've since lost. And there, where you don't care to look anymore, you know lies the body of who used to be, his words still echoing 'round your skull like the whispers of a particularly unsatisfied poltergeist. Davenport wasn't Ratonhnhake:ton's home, but it was home to people he cared for -- which was, in a way, close enough when home didn't exist anymore. That was to say, he wanted to remain long term, but to stay in the short bit like his hand was in the fire.

          Westward, for a time, should serve as the cool mud on the skin he needed; it was new, and if the things he had heard spoken of it were true, it was beautiful. Davenport would still stand in a few months' time when the strings of his sentimental heart pulled him back.

          Exactly how far west foot and hoof had carried him, he scarcely bothered to know. Town names came and went on occasion, when the molecules of his body demanded the sound of another person's voice -- but for the most part, Ratonhnhake:ton's heart was contented with the notation of the change in scenery as he went, as each area he entered held its own charm. The waters of some forests were among the sweetest in memory. The plains, though often similar visually mile by mile, reminded him very much of the sea with its pockets of abundant life and the rolling grasses. There were, too, towns that nested in cockles of his mind. Each held its own personalities, its own reasons one might want to return, or perhaps even stay. Each housed a array of faces and spirits not to be found anywhere else. But perhaps the biggest tarriance was one town in particular, whose outdoor market sprawled across veritable blocks. Certainly wasn't as big as the likes of Boston, but here at least, even members of the local tribes were given their own stalls -- and of course, the one that caught his eye best was the horse trader.

          He was no expert on the matter of bloodline or shape, of course, but the amiability of the beasts warmed his heart considerably; they were well-loved. Fingers stroked down the blaze of one of the mares, but the movement of her owner towards him drew up the mirthful expression towards the approaching woman.

          "You have very good horses," he commented, momentarily looking back to the one who had been paying him curious attentions, before returning to the elder -- albeit with a kernel of uncertainty settling in the forefront of his heart; he'd not quite been expecting to start a conversation. "Not all are so willing to greet strangers."

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For those of you investigating bc I've just followed you: please note that I am presently working on revamping and revitalizing this blog after a several years' hiatus. The important bits are, however, up to date.

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A Ron Swanson™ sentence meme.

Because we all need to appreciate our lord and savior, Ron Swanson.

❛ Is Star Wars the one with the little wizard boy? ❜

❛ I’m just gonna stay angry. I find that relaxes me. ❜

❛ I can’t go, because I don’t want to. ❜

❛ You take me nowhere, and I talk to no one. ❜

❛ If any of you need anything, too bad. ❜

❛ I’m not sure I’m interested in that. ❜

❛ No, I am sure. I’m not interested in that. ❜

❛ I like saying no. ❜

❛ I hate everything. ❜

❛ I love nothing! ❜

❛ I regret nothing. ❜

❛ I regret everything. ❜

❛ People are idiots. ❜

❛ Never half-ass two things. Whole-ass one thing. ❜

❛ Normally, if given a choice between something and nothing, I’d choose to do nothing. ❜

❛ I don’t want to seem overdramatic, but I really don’t care what happens here. ❜

❛ Keep your tears in your eyes where they belong. ❜

❛ Dear frozen yogurt, you are the celery of desserts. Be ice cream or be nothing. Zero stars. ❜

❛ Fishing relaxes me. It’s like yoga, except I still get to kill something. ❜

❛ I’m usually not one for speeches, so goodbye. ❜

❛ No. ❜

❛ What’s “cholesterol” ? ❜

❛ Your house isn’t haunted, you’re lonely. ❜

❛ I’m not interested in caring about people. ❜

❛ Strippers do nothing for me. But I’ll take a free breakfast buffet anytime, anyplace. ❜

❛ Birthdays were invented by Hallmart to sell cards. ❜

❛ You had me at meat tornado. ❜

❛ I like saying ‘no’. It lowers their enthusiasm. ❜

❛ [Son/daughter], people can see you! ❜

❛ Please do not approach me on the street after this event, and attempt to talk to me. ❜

❛ It’s called ‘the ground’ when it’s outside. ❜

❛ There’s no wrong way to consume alcohol. ❜

❛ Creativity is for people with glasses who like to lie. ❜

❛ I don’t like loud noises, and people making a fuss. ❜

❛ There’s only one thing I hate more than lying: skim milk… Which is water that’s lying about being milk. ❜

❛ I know what I’m about, son. ❜

❛ I think there should be less talking in life. ❜

❛ Breakfast food can serve many purposes. ❜

❛ When I eat, it’s the food that is scared. ❜

❛ I was born ready. I’m [name] fucking [name]! ❜

❛ Not to worry, I have a permit. ❜

❛ I would rather bleed out than sit here and talk about my feelings for 10 hours! ❜

❛ Crying. Acceptable at funerals and the Grand Canyon. ❜

❛ When people get too chummy with me, I like to call them by the wrong name, to let them know I really don’t care about them. ❜

❛ I’m not a sore loser! It’s just that I prefer to win, and when I don’t, I get furious. ❜

❛ I wouldn’t say we’re close. ❜

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aesthetic for @akwxks !! || Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton (x)

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Pirates of the Caribbean sentence meme! Quotes from all four movies under the cut - 300 total! Send in a sentence or send in ☠ for a random starter!

1. A wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around! 2. Best start believing in ghost stories. You’re in one. 3. I feel nothing. 4. You’ve seen a ship with black sails that’s crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out? 5. But I have seen a ship with black sails. 6. So this is where your heart truly lies, then? 7. I’m actually feeling rather good about this. 8. I thought I had you figured. Turns out you’re a hard man to predict. 9. A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. 10. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you have to watch out for. 11. So we’re all men of our word, really. 12. Well, you’ve proven they’re mad. 13. That’s not much incentive to fight fair then, is it? 14. In a fair fight, I’d kill you. 15. Put it away. It’s not worth getting beat again. 16. I want you to leave and never come back. 17. I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means ‘no’. 18. Well, I suppose if it is worthless there’s no point in me keeping it. 19. The code is more what you’d call ‘guidelines’ than actual rules. 20. One good deed is not enough to save a man from a lifetime of wickedness.

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[dvoyd]

Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?

thoughts of a stray iii | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[lifeinpoetry]

you look just like your mother

            i guess i do carry her tenderness well

you both have the same eyes

            cause we are both exhausted

and the hands

            we share the same wilting fingers

but that rage your mother doesn’t wear that anger

            you’re right             this rage is the one thing             i get from my father

— Rupi Kaur, from milk and honey

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' Son. ' He speaks with the voice of an automaton, all stiff. He's not sentimental. He has no affection to offer. It's snowing in Boston today. The frost melts on his windburnt face. He clasps Connor on the shoulder. Slips a smoke bomb into his pocket. For the mission. ' Merry Christmas. '

      There was no sentiment to be had over the falling of snow; all too well, he knew how hard these months could be, even with careful planning and the utmost caution. Winter was cold and harsh, not unlike the night with its many dangers in solitude. Yet, as he had grown and learned of the cultures surrounding his own, sentiment had grown and festered during these months in cities and farms and homesteads alike.

   Christmas, it was called, a time when grudges were set aside – albeit briefly – and goodwill was spread to everyone around. Connor himself had always found it odd, what with its indoor trees and increased niceties, but the root of the thing itself was warm, comforting almost. Gifts, it had always seemed to him, were plentiful during the middle of the season, particularly to those one cared for. Little ‘I want to see you happy, if only for a moment,’ ‘s, as they were.

   Thus, the projectile in his pocket felt odd; had it the same weight as a regular Christmas gift, or was it a matter of utility? Perhaps the better question was, how should he reciprocate? ( Haytham mattered whether Connor was awkward and slightly bitter in attempting to show it; it was, of course, only natural that he was deserving of the same sort of generosity. )

   “Merry Christmas to you too, Father.” The strand of beads fished from his pocket had, initially, been little more than something to occupy his ever-running mind while he awaited Haytham’s arrival, though they had turned out nice enough to spark loathing at the idea of dismantling it. ( Still, up ‘til now, he’d had no idea of what to do with them. ) Now, at least, they might serve some purpose, even if it was only to add colour to Haytham’s pocket.

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“holding grudges isn’t good for you” yeah well neither is people hurting me and getting away w/ it so here we are

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preserveshistruth:

                                               ☩ –  ❝Oh,but it does.❞

        Argumentativeto a fault, Haytham rolls onto his back with a grimace. His eyestrace the ceiling that contains a thousand faulty cracks. This is hishome now. Not London. Not Queen Anne’s square, but New York &Boston&a meager slice of estate in Virginia. America is his present &hisfuture, England his past.Hetastes ironon his tongue; it’s only befitting. Haytham S-S-SNAPS &barksat his tongue, capable of little else.

       Restwill come to the Grand Master only when he’s dead. Rage fuels hisbody, wrath &betrayal flowing through his veins&capillaries. A muscular arm drapes across his chest which allows forhis hand to cradle his scarred side. The scar remembers &is wont to forget.

                               ❝Docome back soon ‘lest I die of boredom, Son.❞

       Venomin his tone masks the deeper need for company. For a body to sit byhis side &tell him that ’ itwill be all right; you will get through this.’ He needs a father, nota son. Sluggishly, Father Eagle turns his head to look at Connor’ssilhouette. He looks like Ziio, but has some of his core features.Stubbornness is a trait they all share. He releases his iron grip.Presses his fingers to his mouth to hide the quirk of his lips.

                                               Leave&don’t come back.

                                       It’ssomething he cannot bring himself to say.

      Connor was, and always had been the quiet sort -- yet, the impulse to argue, he apparently got from his dearest father. That thought alone keeps him from turning on heel and exposing more of his sentimental soul through the borne teeth of counterargument. ( Was he not supposed to be fetching Haytham’s medicine, anyway? ) Of course it didn’t matter. Family was an importance held high to a deadly fault, and no matter the price such idealism imposed upon him, Connor would cling to it with bloodied hands. That was to say, it didn’t matter in the least if Haytham was dying or not; he was family, and that alone assured him his son’s care, if nothing else.

  This, and this train of thought alone, haunted the son’s steps as he left, as his feet took him to the local doctor. Of course it didn’t matter. Of course not. Didn’t he understand? All the same, the task at hand suffered little for it, for his own diligence ( and perhaps a touch of his impatience ) demanded no less. Quick to leave meant quick to return, and, hopefully, a quick recovery on Haytham’s part.

  ( Though he may have been briefly diverted by the memory of the claim of boredom, and somehow, after the fact, he got the feeling his father wouldn’t much care for the result. At least he’d tried... Right? )

  Entering back into Haytham’s humble abode, the leather satchel bearing the fruits of his absence -- namely, the medicine he’d been sent out for in the first place, as well as a copy of Gulliver’s Travels found in haste -- was placed with care beside his ailing father before he left once more ( this time, remaining inside the house ) to bring back water.

            “Do you need anything else...?”

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Personality test

Tagged by: No one Tagging: @preserveshistruth ; @preservesherpeople ; @invictusmanet ; and anyone else who’d like to do this, honestly.

Your Personality Type is The Teacher (BEOAD)

Teachers are emotionally balanced, which means that they are less prone to depression and are able to cope well with feelings of anxiety, anger and vulnerability. With a good sense of social awareness, they tend to be outgoing and enthusiastic, with a tendency in groups to talk and assert themselves. The Teacher enjoys a good balance between the real world and fantasy, they are mostly aware of and in touch with their emotions. Being open-minded to new and unusual ideas helps them to interact with the world. With a sense of social responsibility and a general trust in others, Teachers are often seen as sincere and generous. However the Teacher generally has good self discipline and is recognized as being able to plan and think ahead.

4.65% of people are Teachers

You do not experience strong, irresistible cravings and consequently do not find yourself tempted to overindulge, however you feel enraged when things do not go your way. You are sensitive about being treated fairly and feel resentful and bitter if you think you are being cheated. You are not prone to spells of energetic high spirits. You prefer familiar routines and for things to stay the same. You can tend to feel uncomfortable with change. You are tender hearted and compassionate, feeling the pain of others vicariously and are easily moved to pity, however you are not adverse to confrontation and will sometimes even intimidate others to get your own way.

You have strong will-power and are able to overcome your reluctance to begin tasks. You are able to stay on track despite distractions.

You are a calm person who is considered almost fearless by some. You feel enraged when things do not go your way. You are sensitive about being treated fairly and feel resentful and bitter if you think you are being cheated. Mostly your emotions are on an even keel and you do not get depressed easily. You do not feel nervous in social situations, and have a good impression of what others think of you. You do not experience strong, irresistible cravings and consequently do not find yourself tempted to overindulge. You are poised, confident, and clear-thinking when stressed.

You generally make friends easily enough although you mostly don't go out of your way to demonstrate positive feelings toward others. You like crowds but sometimes feel overwhelmed by them. Sometimes you feel like you need some privacy and time for yourself. You like to speak out, take charge, and direct the activities of others. You are usually the leader in group activities. You lead a fast-paced and busy life. You move about quickly, energetically, and vigorously and are involved in many activities. You enjoy some excitment and risk taking in your life. You are not prone to spells of energetic high spirits.

You are a moderately imaginative person who enjoys a good balance between the real world and fantasy. You love beauty, both in art and in nature. Sometimes you become easily involved and absorbed in artistic and natural events. You have good access to and awareness of your own feelings. You prefer familiar routines and for things to stay the same. You can tend to feel uncomfortable with change. You enjoy a certain amount of debate or intellectual thought, but sometimes get bored with too much. You like the security of tradition, but sometimes have a desire to bend the rules and challenge conventional thinking.

You naturally assume that most people are fair, honest, and have good intentions. There are times when you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary, however you are mostly candid, frank and sincere. People find it moderately easy to relate to you. You find helping other people genuinely rewarding and are generally willing to assist those who are in need. You find that doing things for others is a form of self-fulfilment rather than self-sacrifice. You are not adverse to confrontation and will sometimes even intimidate others to get your own way. You do not like to claim that you are better than other people, and generally shy from talking yourself up. You are tender hearted and compassionate, feeling the pain of others vicariously and are easily moved to pity.

You believe that you have the intelligence, common sense, drive, and self-control necessary for achieving success. You are well-organized and like to live according to routines and schedules. Often you will keep lists and make plans. Your sense of duty and obligation is average and although you are mostly responsible you can sometimes be unreliable. You strive hard to achieve excellence. Your drive to be recognized as successful keeps you on track toward your lofty goals. You often have a strong sense of direction in life, but may sometimes be too single-minded and obsessed with your work. You have strong will-power and are able to overcome your reluctance to begin tasks. You are able to stay on track despite distractions. You often say or do the first thing that comes to mind without deliberating alternatives and the probable consequences of those alternatives. 

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//*whispers* Your muse is on point and your writing is poetry. I hope you're having a good day!

I may not have be having the best couple of days, but this more than certainly brightened them!! ( I may or may not have cried a little when I first saw it, but that’s…. Well okay, I guess that’s relevant; it’s not a thing I normally do. ) Anyway, I’m rambling, but all this is to say that I genuinely cannot thank you enough for such high praise –and I hope you find a large sum of money on the ground.

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preserveshistruth

      Time reinvents itself as an inconsistency. Time present, time passing, it connects everyone & everything in this vicious cycle. Having recently departed from Spain, there is a gap in his journals that point out his failure to write his muddied truth. He finds himself in the cold, new land of America again. Lee informed him of the discrepancy, penned a letter from New York & sent it by pigeon to the Grand Master. He read it once, twice, thrice before ripping it to shreds & coming as quickly as he was able despite the fresh pain in his side.

      Outside of the village, Haytham leaves his horse. The mare whinnies softly, stomping her hooves in a modest protest. He strokes her mane & whispers soft reassurances. It’s animals he understands & people he detests. Death abandons his ride when he approaches the Kanien’ke:ha village. He’s caught wind of the fire; though the birds sing, he smells the smoke that clings to the charred, hallowed ground. He inhales. Thinks of Ziio & feels a dull, empty ACHE.

      Blue eyes, with a depth as impressive as the ocean itself, flit down to the boy who stands in his way. His mouth grows dry, lodged with cotton & bitterness alike. In a matter of trust, Haytham kneels. It’s children, he realizes, that he doesn’t understand. There’s no logic there. They do as they please, act in the moment, very much like an Assassin. Forcing out a slow exhale, he offers his hand. It’s an open invitation.

                                                ☩ –  ❝Have you a name?❞

                                          He ought to know by the eyes alone.

    Though the hand and man alike offered no apparent threat, he couldn’t help but to take a step back; the memories from the time before are still fresh, aching in the back of his head. Will this pale face make another fire, as the one before him had? Or was he trying to make peace? Surely, it had to be the latter; why else would he ask for the name of a child? But there could be no chances with any of this, not again, leaving the boy to scrutinize the man’s face and expression. He didn’t look threatening...

    ( But he did look familiar --somehow. Think back, as far as possible... Could it be...? )

    Two steps forward might have been a mistake, but it’s the next couple that closed the distance between the two that startle him. ( Why had he done that? ) His feet, however, was on their own crusade without his mind, and his hands soon joined in by reaching out to touch the stranger’s hand... So he was real, then.

    “Ra...Ratonhnhaké:ton,” he struggled to whisper, sorrow-stained eyes peering back up into the oceanic eyes of the pale face. Speaking still hurt, but if only for a moment, his focus had shifted from the gaping hole left by the fire to figuring out just who this man was. By now, a tangible idea had formed in the foggy haze of his mind, but... He didn’t know, not for sure. “Are you... Haytham...?”