A Plotted Starter For @sunfyred

menacing on discord for the rest of the night <3

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who is the lamb & who is the knife ?

Hannah Dodd as Francesca Bridgerton in BRIDGERTON (Season 3)

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“   .    .    .            can   you   at   least   like,    not   look   at   me   like   that   when   you   talk   to   me,   though?   ” 

‎ִ   ‎🏆   ׄ   ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ     ⎯⎯     ᶠᵉᵃᵗ. ᵃⁿⁿᵃ ʲᵃʸ   ‎ִ     ⌣

         “     there’s     literally      NO     REASON      to     be     nervous      anna.        i       ᴩʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ      you      i     don’t     bite.       “    

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a plotted starter for @foulrests

trouble   had   never   been   shy   about   finding   her,        about   weaving   its   way   into   her   life   through   one   avenue   or   another.    more   often   than   not,    the   trouble   came   from   her   own   doing        –        a   consequence   of   her   own   actions,    consequence   of   the   brash,    reckless   behavior   that   she   was   known   for.    perhaps   a   better   mannered   lady   would   not   have   taken   his   words   as   an   invitation,    would   not   have   considered   them   part   slight        –        part   question,    a   subtlety   of   whether   she   would   take   the   bait.    alysanne   had   never   known   when   to   back   down   from   a   challenge,    even   one   that        .   .   .        was   not   so   readily   spoken,    one   that   had   come   from   so   high   up   the   ranks   of   royalty.        but   royal   blood   mattered   little   to   her;    royalty   mattered   for   politics,    for   family   names.    neither   of   which   alysanne   would   ever   find   herself   bringing   to   the   table. 

it   had   begun   simply   enough.    an   unanswered   letter,    an   indignation   to   check   in   on   the   blackwoods   of   raventree   hall   by   the   dragonlord   of   harrenhal,    a   supsicious   look   held   in   a   color   of   purple   aly   couldn't   find   the   right   name   for.    pretty   would   merely   have   to   suffice.    but   when   benji   had   grown   tired   of   playing   little   lord,    stifled   and   too   hot        –       she'd   not   condemned   him   to   staying,    had   keenly   motioned   for   the   maester   to   take   him   to   the   kitchens   for   a   snack   whilst   she   herself   had   taken   daemon   to   tour   the   grounds.    that   was   how   they   had   found   themselves   here,    alysanne   with   her   back   braced   against   a   sturdy   wooden   fence,    watching   with   keen   archer's   eyes   as   he'd   made   commentary   about   this   and   that.    willing   to   allow   him   to   continue   blowing   smoke   from   his   lips   until   she'd   heard   what'd   sounded   like   reason   enough   to   prove   him   wrong.    to   prove   otherwise.    an   offhanded   comment   about   how   she   must   only   know   how   to   handle   a   bow   and   arrow. 

black   curls   billow   down   into   her   face   in   the   half   second   it   takes   her   to   cross   the   distance   between   them   and   sweep   his   legs   out   from   underneath   him,    sending   him   flat   to   his   back        –        with   aly   quick   to   press   him   further   to   the   ground,    knees   settled   to   either   side   of   him   in   the   dirt,    a   dagger   pulled   from   within   her   boots   to   press   to   his   neck.        “   i   can   manage   a   blade   well   enough   too.   ” 

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me reblogging more memes as they come up on my feed as if my inbox isn't already double stuffed, i haven't finished my carrd yet, and i still have unfinished tags.

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modern sansa is a fashion designer with her own little boutique, she has an obnoxiously large dog . . . i want to say probably a borzoi, that just lays behind the counter and doesn’t ever move to the point where customers frequently have no idea it’s there until they hear the thumping of a tail on the floor, and a small dog too, a pekingese that sits in a cute little basket and quite literally growls at everything 🙂‍↕️

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@devilslvl said : "you are spending WAY too much time with that guy." to liv.

it   takes   a   certain   level   of   patience,    to   not   immediately   find   herself   annoyed   at   the   accusation   that   rests   in   between   his   words.    a   level   of   patience   liv   has   crafted,    if   not   altogether   perfected   over   the   past   couple   of   years   in   dealing   with   the   man   that   was   maxwell   jacob   friedman.    rules   for   thee   but   not   for   me   hadn't   always   been   a   sticking   point,    but   as   of   late        .   .   .        some   things   were   apparently   better   left   unmentioned. 

liv   takes   another   sip   of   her   coffee,    allowing   warmth   to   wash   down   a   tired   throat,    warming   vocal   chords   as   she   clears   the   cobwebs   from   herself   and   casts   her   gaze   up   at   him.        “   it's   just   work,    max.   ”           an   easy   shrug   of   her   shoulders,    something   out   of   her   control,    something   liv   couldn't   exactly   change.    and   maybe,    just   maybe,    there   was   a   part   of   her   that   didn't   want   to.    how   many   times   had   she   begged   him   to   stop   talking   to   other   girls?    to   stop   flirting   with   women   on   television   only   to   find   herself   embarrassed   once   more   when   he   had   his   face   in   someone   else's   breasts.    revenge   was   a   dish   best   served   cold. 

“   don't   tell   me   you're   jealous.   ”        she   says   with   a   laugh,    dismissive   as   she   sets   her   mug   down   on   the   counter   and   leans   closer   to   him,    an   almost   teasing   curl   of   her   lips.        “   big,    bad,    mjf       .   .   .        jealous   of   little   daddy   dom?        surely   not.   " 

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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ So you want me to tell you the story of my life. ❜

❛ What were you going to do? Kill me, drink my blood? ❜

❛ I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for 200 years. ❜

❛ I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. ❜

❛ You lack the courage of your convictions. Do it! ❜

❛ Don't be afraid. I'm going to give you the choice l never had. ❜

❛ Your body's dying. Pay no attention. It happens to us all. ❜

❛ No words can describe it. Might as well ask Heaven what it sees. No human can know. ❜

❛ You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to it, all too quickly. ❜

❛ There's nothing in the world now that doesn't hold some...Fascination. ❜

❛ The dark gift is different for each of us. But one thing is true of everyone. We grow stronger as we go along. ❜

❛ That's more like it! Anger! Fury! ❜

❛ Remember: Life without me would be even more unbearable. ❜

❛ You must know something about the meaning of it all. ❜

❛ They know about us. They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses. ❜

❛ Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life. ❜

❛ Perfect! Just burn the place! Burn everything we own! Have us living in a field, like cattle! ❜

❛ What if there is no Hell? Or they don't want us there? Ever think of that? ❜

❛ You're in love with your mortal nature. You resist what can bring you peace. ❜

❛ We're predators, whose all-seeing eyes give them detachment! ❜

❛ It's your coffin, enjoy it. Most of us never get to know what it feels like. ❜

❛ Kill them swiftly if you will, but do it! For do not doubt you are a killer! ❜

❛ My philosopher. My martyr. "Never take a human life.” ❜

❛ Pain is terrible for you. You feel it like no other creature, because you're a vampire. ❜

❛ Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately, and so shall we. ❜

❛ A little child, she was. But also a fierce killer, now capable of the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding. ❜

❛ Remember, never in our home! ❜

❛ Time can pass quickly for mortals when they're happy. With us, it was the same. The years flew by like minutes. ❜

❛ More melancholy nonsense. You grow more like [name] daily! ❜

❛ Do you want me to be a doll forever? ❜

❛ Can't I change like everyone else? ❜

❛ Be glad I made you what you are. You'd be dead now if I hadn't. ❜

❛ You will never grow old. And you will never die. ❜

❛ I thought of all the things I'd done and couldn't undo. And I longed for one second's peace. ❜

❛ He will never let us go. ❜

❛ What is it now? You irritate me. Your very presence irritates me! ❜

❛ Is that supposed to frighten me? ❜

❛ I came to make peace with you. Even though you're the father of lies. I want things to be as they were. ❜

❛ Why do you say such things? ❜

❛ I promise I'll get rid of the bodies. ❜

❛ We forgive each other then? ❜

❛ Good night, sweet prince. May flights of devils wing you to your rest. ❜

❛ Should we burn him? Bury him? What would he have liked? ❜

❛ You've been a very, very naughty little girl. ❜

❛ We deserve your vengeance. ❜

❛ For what could the damned really have to say to the damned? ❜

❛ There are no vampires in Transylvania? No Count Dracula? ❜

❛ I've searched the world for an immortal and this is what I find! ❜

❛ No one will harm you. I won't allow it. ❜

❛ Vampires who pretend to be humans pretending to be vampires. How avant-garde. ❜

❛ Do you know what it means to be loved by Death? ❜

❛ You die when you kill. You feel you deserve to die and you stint on nothing. ❜

❛ But perhaps...this is the only real evil left. ❜

❛ I know nothing of God. Or the Devil. I have never seen a vision, nor learned a secret that would damn or save my soul. ❜

❛ You fear too much. So much you make me fear. ❜

❛ There is but one crime among us vampires here. It is the crime that means death to any vampire: To kill your own kind. ❜

❛ Danger holds you to me. ❜

❛ Love holds you to me. ❜

❛ You would leave me for [name] if he beckoned you. ❜

❛ Is that what I should do? Let you go? ❜

❛ If you want to save her, send her away! ❜

❛ The world changes. We do not. Therein lies the irony that finally kills us. ❜

❛ I need you to make contact with this age. ❜

❛ A vampire with a human soul. An immortal with a mortal's passion. ❜

❛ You are beautiful, my friend. [name] must have wept when he made you. ❜

❛ I knew him. Knew him well enough not to mourn his passing. ❜

❛ Your evil is that you cannot be evil! And I shall suffer for it no longer! ❜

❛ I haven't tears enough for what you've done to me! ❜

❛ Oh, God! I love you still! That's the torment of it! ❜

❛ Who'll care for me, my love, my dark angel, when you are gone? ❜

❛ Bear me no ill will, my love. We are now even. ❜

❛ What has died is the last breath in me that was human. ❜

❛ Your only company will be your screams. ❜

❛ Maybe it was to quench those tears forever that I took such revenge. ❜

❛ You can teach me this? To be without regret? ❜

❛ What if all I have is my suffering? My regret? ❜

❛ I know you regret nothing. You feel nothing. If that's all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own. ❜

❛ You've come home to me then? ❜

❛ I'm a spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty. ❜

❛ That's it? No, it can't end like that. ❜

❛ What I wouldn't give to be like you, to have your power, to have seen the things you have seen. ❜

❛ You want a companion. You want a link to the outside world. That's me. Take me.❜

❛ Do you like this? Do you like being food for the immortals? Do you like dying? ❜

❛ I assume I need no introduction. ❜

❛ Still whining. Heard enough? I've had to listen to that for centuries. ❜

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time to put on my very elaborate smut writing playlist.

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