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yaldizli · 7 years
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‘ you can’t be serious. ‘ ( dealer's choice :3c )
hamilton starters | accepting!
      a smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as jess spins,       eyes bright with mischief. ❛i’ve never been more ser-       ious about anything in my life. em and i are hashing       out all the juicy details right now. ❜as she speaks, she       turns, showing him her phone screen so he can read       the conversation for himself.
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      ❛besides, she’s totally got what’s coming to her. you       can’t just, like, chase after some guy who’s dating your       friend because you think you’re above the rules of soc-       iety. we’re the civilized ones, here. not her.❜
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revitas.
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❛   hmm  …  i  say  we  stay .   ❜     the  small  village  they  cast  their  attention towards      (    and  is  only  a  few  steps  away    )    appears  devoid  of  life .    a   fog  engulfs  the  houses  further  down  and  an  eerie  silence  sits  there .    ❛    or —  at least take a gander ?    it  is  almost  nightfall  and  there  may  be  a  place  to  rest .   ❜
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He stares at the town laid out before them for a moment or two before shifting his gaze sidelong to his companion. Little frightens Roshan; he knows he’s powerful in his own right, but even he isn’t immune to the aura this place is giving off. “—You do realize that this is a murder town, right? If we stay here, someone will try to murder us.”
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initiumnovcm.
                                              @yaldizli ♥’d [ x ]
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              ❛ — what, you’re saying i can’t be poetic? ❜ eyes               follow the way ro’s hands move, twisting his hair into               small braids that trail off into nothing. ( he’s doing it               wrong, she thinks, but she won’t say anything. she               knows better than that by now. ) still, a smirk tugs at               the corner of her mouth, and jess tilts her head to               the side as her shoulder shrugs.
              ❛ maybe i’m trying on a new look. can’t fault a girl               for keeping up with the times, can you? ❜
“Oh, Jessica; you do know I hate it when you put words in my mouth.” He smiles thinly and sits back once more to begin undoing the plaits. “I’m just saying poetic isn’t really your style, but no. I suppose I can’t fault you for new looks. Speaking of—” And there he goes, changing the subject without a care in the world. “—are you growing out your hair? I think I like it.”
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yaldizli · 7 years
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centcurine.
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    It’s ill-tempered, she knows, to NOT give an answer - especially if this individual is of HIGH IMPORTANCE. It’s not as though the information is secret; anybody else could tell him her standing in the militia, but somehow admitting it herself seemed like a battle would be lost in the WAR. ‘ On commission. ‘ Mar repeats,  electing to turn her gaze onward and pretending to look at something that wasn’t there. ‘ Nothing more. ‘
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His eyes narrow when she asserts herself a second time, and Roshan replies, a little cooler now, “I heard you the first time.” Roshan looks her up and down once more, trying to get a beat on her, before giving up and looking down at his nails instead. “Well, On Commission, if you could point me in the direction of the nearest library, that would be helpful.”
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'I'm not saying it sucks, but... it sucks.'
His breath leaves him harshly, staring at the object impaled through his middle. His robes are hopeless, sopping with blood, and Roshan feels his head swimming with pain. Cal’s obvious observation about how getting the object out does little to help, and Roshan’s hands flex around the piece sticking out through the front, like he’s not quite sure what he wants to do.
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The taste of copper fills his mouth, and he turns his head to spit the mouthful of blood and saliva on the ground. Typically unbecoming for him, Roshan finds he cares little when he’s in such a sorry state. “—N-No... really? Tell... Tell me you’ve got something else just as w-wise and helpful for me.”
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yaldizli · 7 years
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The 'yes or no' game.
You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.
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❣ for a caught in the rain kiss ☁ for a trail of kisses along your muses body ✱ for a forceful (non/dub) kiss ❦ for an angry, hateful kiss ⁂ for kisses up the inner thigh ⌲ for a sensual, handsy kiss ☆ for a secret / forbidden kiss ★ for a breaking up your wedding kiss ♡ for a wet, sloppy kiss ❤ for teasing kisses along hipbones and lower ✿ for a playful turned possessive kiss  ❆ for a “but they’re in the next room!” kiss ✲ for a random one of the above. 
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haven’t drawn in a hot minute so i did a quick ro in a princess dress =w=
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every time i see that haven called ro a trick ass bitch i crack up
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HAMILTON STARTERS: ‘ the world turned upside down. ‘
The voice is quiet, almost goes unheard, but Roshan pauses. His head tips; a loose curl falls against his cheek, and he slowly turns his head to glance around and find the source of the voice—sitting beside him at bar inside the Inn.
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For a moment, he says nothing, and it seems like he might not say anything at all. But he glances the individual over, decides they’re cute enough considering how small this inn is, and turns on his stool to face them a little better. “Don’t tell me you’re here delivering world-shattering prophecies... I’m a bit too busy to go off saving humanity.”
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yaldizli · 7 years
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‘ history has its eyes on you. ‘
Her eyes are so intense in this moment, but Roshan has never had trouble meeting the eyes of intense people. Lady Aurelius is no different. His gaze never wavers, though her words do impact him; he’d never thought about his position here, the things he’s doing the goals he’s chasing, in such plain terms before.
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“...Better give them something to talk about, then; don’t you think?”
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‘ hate the sin, love the sinner. ‘ ( from........ jess........ )
He’s toying with his hair, examining the ends for damage, absently braiding little plaits into various strands, and he snorts a little when he hears her speak. The hair falls from between his fingers, his chin settles in his palm, and he raises an eyebrow as he regards her. “Since when did you get all poetic about things like these?”
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colorful headcanons.
( send me a copic color for a headcanon )
frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?
peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?
lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?
reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?
burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?
champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?
tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?
malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?
olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?
vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?
coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?
bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?
currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?
crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?
raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?
baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?
mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?
aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?
acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?
cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?
honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?
chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?
anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?
new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?
moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?
silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?
sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?
atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?
cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?
black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.
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hamilton   /   starter sentences.
feel   free   to   change   the   pronouns   to   make   these   fit!
’ this kid is insane, man! ’
’ the world’s gonna know your name! ’
’ what’s your name, man? ’
’ there’s a million things i haven’t done. ’
’ just you wait. ’
’ in new york you can be a new man. ’
’ you could never back down. ’
’ you never learned to take your time. ’
’ the world will never be the same. ’
’ pardon me, are you [ name ], sir? ’
’ i’m at your service, sir. ’
’ i have been looking for you. ’
’ i’m getting nervous. ‘
‘ can i buy you a drink? ‘
‘ while we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice. ‘
‘ don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for. ‘
‘ you can’t be serious. ‘
‘ you want to get ahead? ‘
‘ fools who run their mouths off wind up dead. ‘
‘ what time is it? ‘
‘ pour me another brew, son! ‘
‘ to the revolution! ‘
‘ good luck with that. ‘
‘ what do you stall for? ‘
‘ if you stand for nothing, [ name ], what’ll you fall for? ‘
‘ who are you? ‘
‘ i am not throwing away my shot. ‘
‘ i’m young, scrappy, and hungry. ‘
‘ with every word i drop knowledge. ‘
‘ i’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal. ‘
‘ only nineteen, but my mind is older. ‘
‘ i have learned to manage. ‘
‘ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ‘
‘ don’t be shocked when your history book mentions me. ‘
‘ i will lay down my life if it sets us free. ‘
‘ if you talk, you’re gonna get shot! ‘
‘ i think your pants look hot. ‘
‘ what are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot? ‘
‘ oh, am i talkin’ too loud? ‘
‘ i promise that i’ll make y'all proud. ‘
‘ rise up. ‘
‘ i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. ‘
‘ i never thought i’d live past twenty. ‘
‘ this is not a moment, it’s the movement. ‘
‘ we need to handle our financial situation. ‘
‘ i may not live to see our glory. ‘
‘ i will gladly join the fight. ‘
‘ let’s have another round tonight. ‘
‘ raise a glass to freedom. ‘
‘ remind me what we’re looking for. ‘
‘ i’m looking for a mind at work. ‘
‘ there’s nothing like summer in the city. ‘
‘ your perfume smells like your daddy’s got money. ‘
‘ [ name ], you disgust me. ‘
‘ you want a revolution? i want a revelation. ‘
‘ chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. ‘
‘ they’re playing a dangerous game. ‘
‘ for shame, for shame! ‘
‘ it’s hard to listen to you with a straight face. ‘
‘ honestly, you shouldn’t even talk. ‘
‘ my dog speaks more eloquently than thee. ‘
‘ i’d rather be divisive than indecisive. ‘
‘ you say the price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay. ‘
‘ why so sad? ‘
‘ now you’re making me mad. ‘
‘ you’ll be back. ‘
‘ soon you’ll see. ‘
‘ you’ll remember you belong to me. ‘
‘ time will tell. ‘
‘ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love. ‘
‘ don’t change the subject. ‘
‘ i’ll love you till my dying days. ‘
‘ when you’re gone, i’ll go mad. ‘
‘ i will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ‘
‘ any hope of success is fleeting. ‘
‘ i cannot be everywhere at once. ‘
‘ i’m in dire need of assistance. ‘
‘ close the door on your way out. ‘
‘ have i done something wrong, sir? ‘
‘ dying is easy, young man. living is harder. ‘
‘ why are you telling me this? ‘
‘ we are a powder keg about to explode. ‘
‘ i have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. ‘
‘ where are you taking me? ‘
‘ i’m about to change your life. ‘
‘ this is not a game. ‘
‘ you strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied. ‘
‘ you’re like me. i’m never satisfied. ‘
‘ i’ll see you on the other side of the war. ‘
‘ love doesn’t discriminate. ‘
‘ there are things that the homilies and hymns won’t teach ya. ‘
‘ i am the one thing in life i can control. ‘
‘ there’s only one way for us to win this. ‘
‘ i’m sorry, is this not your speed?! ‘
‘ can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? ‘
‘ my name’s been through a lot, i can take it. ‘
‘ i’m more than willing to die. ‘
‘ look around at how lucky we are. ‘
‘ how long have you known? ‘
‘ you should have told me. ‘
‘ i’m not sorry. ‘
‘ look at where you started. ‘
‘ the fact that you’re alive is a miracle. ‘
‘ we don’t need a legacy. ‘
‘ we don’t need money. ‘
‘ no one has more resilience. ‘
‘ i know that we can win. ‘
‘ history has its eyes on you. ‘
‘ immigrants: we get the job done. ‘
‘ so what happens if we win? ‘
‘ the world turned upside down. ‘
‘ do you know how hard it is to lead? ‘
‘ don’t come crawling back to me. ‘
‘ you’re on your own. ‘
‘ i’m dedicating everyday to you. ‘
‘ domestic life was never quite my style. ‘
‘ i’ll be around for you. ‘
‘ i’ll do whatever it takes. ‘
‘ i’ll make a million mistakes. ‘
‘ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ‘
‘ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ‘
‘ why do you write like you’re running out of time? ‘
‘ why do you always say what you believe? ‘
‘ it’s the middle of the night. ‘
‘ is this a legal matter? ‘
‘ you’re making a mistake. ‘
‘ don’t forget to write. ‘
‘ we have to win. ‘
‘ i’ve come home to this? ‘
‘ headfirst, into the abyss! ‘
‘ let’s get to the bottom of this. ‘
‘ so what did i miss? ‘
‘ you wanna pull yourself together? ‘
‘ take a break. ‘
‘ i am on my way. ‘
‘ i’ve got so much on my plate. ‘
‘ it’s good to see your face. ‘
‘ screw your courage to the sticking place. ‘
‘ close your eyes and dream. ‘
‘ there’s trouble in the air, you can smell it. ‘
‘ i hadn’t slept in a week. ‘
‘ i don’t know how to say no to this. ‘
‘ i am ruined. ‘
‘ nobody needs to know. ‘
‘ we oughta give it a try. ‘
‘ talk less. smile more. ‘
‘ hate the sin, love the sinner. ‘
‘ i’ve always considered you a friend. ‘
‘ i swear your pride will be the death of us all. ‘
‘ now is the time to stand! ‘
‘ we’re too fragile to start another fight. ‘
‘ have you an ounce of regret? ‘
‘ ev'ry action has its equal, opposite reactions. ‘
‘ it must be nice
. ‘
‘ i wanna give you a word of warning. ‘
‘ relax, have a drink with me. ‘
‘ why do you have to say goodbye? ‘
‘ i don’t have to tell you anything at all. ‘
‘ do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw? ‘
‘ are my answers to your satisfaction? ‘
‘ rumors only grow. ‘
‘ i wrote my way out of hell. ‘
‘ overwhelm them with honesty. ‘
‘ have you read this? ‘
‘ i came as soon as i heard. ‘
‘ i’m not here for you. ‘
‘ you could never be satisfied. ‘
‘ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ‘
‘ that’s one less thing to worry about. ‘
‘ you ever see somebody ruin their own life? ‘
‘ i saved every letter you wrote me. ‘
‘ i knew you were mine. ‘
‘ you said you were mine. ‘
‘ i thought were mine. ‘
‘ you and your words flooded my senses. ‘
‘ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ‘
‘ you have ruined our lives. ‘
‘ i hope that you burn. ‘
‘ they don’t exactly cover this subject in boarding school. ‘
‘ stay alive. ‘
‘ is he breathing? is he going to survive this? ‘
‘ there is suffering too terrible to name. ‘
‘ i never liked the quiet before. ‘
‘ that never used to happen before. ‘
‘ can you imagine? ‘
‘ i know i don’t deserve you, [ name ]. ‘
‘ is there anything you wouldn’t do? ‘
‘ i’ll be damned! ‘
‘ what if this bullet is my legacy? ‘
‘ legacy. what is a legacy? ‘
‘ i’m the villain in your history. ‘
‘ who lives, who dies, who tells your story? ‘
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DO YOU LIKE GHOSTS ?   okay,  i’ll save you the whole sales pitch — my wife left me,  she took the kids  and our  dog  and  i  forgot  to pay  for our cable company,  so i couldn’t  leave  the  tv  on to cry myself  to sleep in the bathtub because she  took  our  bed,  too  —   anyway !  this is an original  character :   a ghost come alive again  under  the wrong circumstances  and may be in need of friends.   they’re  pretty nurturing  when  one  gets to  know  them !    just  slam  that  like  /  reblog  if  you’re ever interested and i’ll check out people !  thank you !
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‘ An envoy? ‘ Mar presses her lips together - surely they’d like to speak with the court, then. The counter statement makes her fold her arms, metal against metal clanking as she settled. ‘ I’m on commission from the King. ‘ ( It was CLOSE to the truth, at least. )
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“Is that so?” He looks her over, her armor, her stature; he is dwarfed beside her, but he’s intimidated, it doesn’t show. “I can tell just by your armor that you must be someone of great importance. Are you a personal guard, perhaps?” He doesn’t care, not really. She has little, if anything, to do with his reason for being there.
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