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@theintrepide-blog
when u find jacob and evie rpers who don’t rp incest: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
Headcanon that the moment Jacob gets a boyfriend/girlfriend/datemate/whatever term you wanna use, Evie teases him ‘bout it ruthlessly the way he used to tease her about Henry.
“Stand closer, Mr. Frye. Please, let me look at your muscles, Mr. Frye. Can I feel your biceps, Mr. Frye? Can I watch you parade around all sweaty and shirtless when you go to fight-club, Mr. Frye?”
“WE HELD HANDS, EVIE.”
“CAN I CARESS YOUR NAKED BODY, MR. FRYE?”
“EVIE!”
okay but Jacob coming up to Evie for advice on what flowers to give his significant other, because he wants to do it right and give them a clear message how he feels for them and Evie knows all about that stuff. And after teasing him relentlessly over it ‘Oh I thought you said flowers were stupid’ Evie basically tells him to give them flowers that have the opposite meaning that he wants to convey, like:
‘Give them a rhododendron, a geranium, narcissus and love in a mist, they’ll love it!’
Which means: beware I’m dangerous, stupidity, self love, and you puzzle me
then the look of confusion when Jacob presents the bouquet to them and he’s all proud like “I chose these especially for you!’ and they’re like---you think I’m stupid? Cue Evie laughing evilly from the train as her plan unfolds
When someone says grand asshole instead of grand master
@crawfordstarrick, @lucythcrne, and I are all very serious people who take life very seriously
I apologize if this has been done already, but it was a NEED, you see…
Somebody assassinate @crawfordstarrick B4 I do
good lucK ASSHOLE
fUCK OFF
U rang
lucythcrne:
Is this what they had come to? This brat from Crawley coming to her office to watch her for entertainment? Lucy wanted to rebuke her, but found she lacked the drive anymore to properly want to commit murder on the girl. And besides, she owed Miss Frye for sparing her all these months and then some. “It isn’t, truth be told.” She admitted finally, dropping her gaze to let out another sigh. She was slacking. Her whole world had become out of control. “My writing is still slower than it used to. Mostly because my shoulder makes me tired.” Ah, that was a touch too honest for her to be saying. She lifted her chin, small pieces of auburn hair falling out of her loose bun as she fixed her eyes back on Evie. “It’s no matter. I’ve procured a location for you to show that Mr. Green of yours.”
She removes her feet from the desk, only to walk over to stand at the others side. If she hadn’t been in Miss Thorne’s personal space before, she certainly was now as she leaned over her good shoulder to glance at the paper on the desk. Evie knew better than to press Lucy over the matter of her wounds, not only because she was the cause of said wounds, but because she knew it would only be met with some smart comment dismissing her concern. It was obvious how the wound pained her, how it limited what she could do, but she always attempted to hide it from Evie. Perhaps that was part of the reason why Evie admired her, as they were far more similar than she would care to admit. They possessed a similar work ethic: where there was no room for nonsense, and personal issues shouldn’t interfere with business. They’d been working together even more recently, and while she had yet to tell both her brother and mister Green–as Lucy had so subtly put it–it was suffice to say the two had grown rather close over the past months. Very close. It was doubtful she would ever tell Jacob, let alone could tell him, for if he knew that the reason why she kept such odd hours without so much of a trace as to her location, he would surely end Miss Thorne’s life permanently. But that was an issue to be dealt with at a later time, one that she didn’t care to dwell on for it would inevitably lead to a feeling of guilt. Right now, the far more pressing matter was the stack of papers. “We’ll see to this right away, but first–” And if her smile wasn’t devilish before, it certainly was now as she began to wedge herself between the woman and the desk. “Perhaps I can help you with your paperwork.”
crawfordstarrick:
@theintrepide || starter call.
Slowly moving up from his chair, hands splayed upon the desk as the assassin came walking into his office. Right before the doors closed, he saw the guards dead upon the ground and that alone had his eyes narrowing. Who knows how many she managed to kill and that just meant hiring more, possibly less skilled, men back on the team. A waste. He knew his butler was staring at him in expectation of being dismissed, but Crawford gave all his attention to the woman herself. “Miss Frye. A letter, perhaps, would have been better suited.”
Why the Templars insisted on hiring such dull guards baffled her. It seemed to defeat the whole purpose of even having them in the first place, though it was doubtful that any of them had ever gone toe to toe with a fully trained assassin, let alone held the skill set worthy of such a feat. It was still a waste when the only real threat to a Templar's life was usually an Assassin. "Do you not take surprise social visits then, Mister Starrick? What a pity, I was so looking forward to chatting with you over afternoon tea." She practically waltzes into the grandmaster's office without so much of a hint of her recent skirmish with of group of his men, acting as if she was actually invited. Confident and without fear, despite the knowledge of just how dangerous this man could be, she approaches his desk. "I doubt a letter would have been able to properly convey my message."
Forsaken, pg 84:
“I am an expert swordsman. And I am skilled in the business of death. I have a natural aptitude for it. […] I take no pleasure in my skill at death. Simply, I am good at it.”
Underworld, pg 302:
“[The Ghost] was an expert swordsman, skilled in the business of death. He took no pleasure in it. Simply, he was good at it.”
Either Oliver Bowden accidentally self-plagiarized, or the copying was deliberate, which says something about Henry’s hidden depths if he were to suddenly snap.
When you try and reuse a paper from another class and just reword a couple of things so it works, but the professor has turnitin.com
lucythcrne:
Her resounding stare of displeasure answered Miss Frye quite so. She moved her pen out of the way as the Assassin proudly sat herself half on her desk. Of course her poor grip caused her to drop it immediately after unfortunately. A frustrated sigh passed her lips. “Nevermind then.” Resting back in her chair, she looked over at the younger woman with a look of impatience. “Well? Did you have something more you wanted to say? Is monitoring my business growing boring?”
The stare doesn’t go unnoticed by Evie, but if anything that only encourages her to keep annoying the templar even further. “Oh no, nothing at all, I thought I’d pop in and see how that paper work is coming along.” She looks at the still unfinished stack with a knowing smirk. “By the look of it I’m assuming it’s not going well at all.”
lucythcrne:
@theintrepide
“ Miss Frye, “ She spoke up, her dark eyes raking over the form in front of her desk. She shifted her arm, finally being able to move it with only a tender throb of pain remaining in her shoulder. “You are being most distracting if you wanted me to finish signing this paperwork.”
“Am I?” She takes the empty chair in front of the desk and sits down, propping her feet up on the desk as she leans back, most certainly distracting the other even further as she impedes upon her space. “Well, I’ll try not to distract you even further.”
Perils of the Crinoline, English lithograph, 1850s-1870s (via PBS)
lucythcrne:
just my usual seductions………..
if by seductions you mean being a real Thorne in my side B(
what I’ve gathered from the Last Maharaja DLC so far:
You go to a party
You get some mail
You get drugged for a hot two seconds(?)
Then you go to the bank and talk to an accountant
You ride a boat
And then you ride a train
Nothing but fun and exciting times to be had here folks
Duleep Singh is still on fleek though and Henry looks a looot better
“I love rumours! Facts can be so misleading, where rumours, true or false, are often revealing.”
meme || accepting
“That may be the French way of thinking, but I still prefer to know the facts as they are, pure and simple.” If she knew the facts of the matter, then she could form a plan, and then attack. It was better to know exactly what one was getting themselves into, instead of jumping in headfirst. That was more her brother’s style. Speaking of her brother--“Perhaps you should talk to Jacob if you’re so keen on using rumors for your information,” Now that was something she wanted to see, considering the two got along so well. “I’m sure he’d appreciate your help just as much as I do.” She gives him a smirk to show she’s merely teasing him, but her thoughts on how they should proceed with their mission remain unchanged.
◆ —— QUENTIN TARANTINO MOVIE QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.
“What should we drink to, sir?”
“So, who are your three handsome escorts?”
“I’m a little surprised how tall you were in real life. I mean, you’re a little fellow, but not circus-midget little, as your reputation would suggest.”
“I love rumours! Facts can be so misleading, where rumours, true or false, are often revealing.”
“Just keep your fuckin’ mouth shut. In fact, why don’t you start practising, right now!”
“There’s a special rung in hell reserved for people who waste good scotch.”
“I’ve had a gun pointed at your balls since you sat down.”
“But you fucked her anyway?”
“There ain’t nothing you want to tell me before we get out of this car, is there?”
“This you and me talking, is this like a lawyer-client thing, and you can’t repeat nothing I tell you?”
“Hey, keep your fucking mouth shut, all right? I mean it, not one fucking word!”
“You keep fuckin’ with me, you’re gonna be asleep forever.”
“What the fuck you doin’ knockin on the door like the god damn police? You wanna die?”
“Is she dead, yes or no?”
“God damn girl, you gettin’ high already?”
“Shut your raggedy-ass up, and sit the fuck down!”
“My ass may be dumb, but I ain’t no dumbass.”
“So, what does it feel like to kill a man with your bare hands? It’s a topic I’m very interested in.”
“That’s a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don’t know if it’s worth five dollars but it’s pretty fucking good.”
“Nobody kills anyone in my store except me.”
“Any time of the day is a good time for pie.”
“It’s none of your business, mister!”
“Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I’m in a transitional period so I don’t wanna kill you, I wanna help you.”
“You lookin at something, friend?”
“Tell that fuckin’ bitch to chill!”
“What’s more chickenshit than fucking with a man’s automobile? I mean, don’t fuck with another man’s vehicle.”
“This is not my fuckin’ problem, man!”
“I think I cracked a rib.”
“I hate to shatter your ego, but this is not the first time I’ve had a gun pointed at me.”
“I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that’s when motherfuckers accidentally get shot.”
“Did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he’s wrong that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings?”
“Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit.”
“If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.”
“Well, let’s not start sucking each other’s dicks quite yet.”
“I’m pretty fuckin’ far from okay.”
“Say ‘what’ again. Say ‘what’ again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more God damn time!”
“English, motherfucker, do you speak it?”
“I’m gonna fuckin’ die! I’m gonna fuckin’ die!”
“Hey, I’ve changed my mind. Shoot this piece of shit, will ya?”
“Motherfucker, I’m trying to watch ‘The Lost Boys’!”
“Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
“You wanna fuck with me? I’ll show ya who you’re fuckin’ with!”
“If I was a butt cowboy, I wouldn’t even throw you to the posse.”
“Excuse me for not being the world’s biggest Madonna fan.”
“Let me tell you what 'Like a Virgin’ is about. It’s all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It’s a metaphor for big dicks.”
“Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite?”
“You almost killed me! Asshole! If I knew what kind of a guy you were, I never would’ve agreed to work with you!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I don’t wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you’re standing in my way, one way or the other, you’re gettin’ outta my way.”
“You keep talking like a bitch, I’m gonna slap you like a bitch.”
“Listen kid, I’m not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don’t give a good fuck what you know, or don’t know, but I’m gonna torture you anyway, regardless.”
“Let me get this straight: you don’t ever tip?”
“You kill anybody?”
