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piraticalwit :

    “ - me! “ Lips curved in a grin at the girl’s remark, blue eyes sparkling in amusement as they took in her appearance. He didn’t recognize her … she didn’t seem angry … perhaps his reputation had simply gotten to port before him once more. One brow rose in feigned interest at the mention of the lass’ father and teeth raked across his bottom lip, sucking it back between his teeth as he mulled her words over. “Apologies, love … I don’t know you, nor do I have the pleasure of knowing your father’s bad side, as it were … “ Gaze cut behind him to his awaiting crew, lips curving upwards in a smile as he turned to face her one more. “ … Allow me to introduce myself, Killian Jones…. and you are.. who.. exactly? Your father’s enforcer?”

“Hardly.” Ella’s relationship with her father was...complicated, at best. Since her mother’s passing, Ella had only realized his true nature more and more. He was a deeply selfish man, who put his fortune above all else, including his own daughter. Still, he was her father, and since Ella was very much her mother’s daughter, she felt an instinctual obligation to protect him when needed - even when he didn’t deserve it. “I am Ella. My father is Sir Peter of Frell. He engaged once in a trade with you, and he was less than impressed, to put it lightly. Of course, I can’t claim my father to be the most valiant of men, so I realize his opinion may be skewed. Are you as much of a cad as my father perceives you to be, Killian Jones?”

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americasfinestlegacy :

“You love it.” He replied without missing a beat, leaning down to peck the top of her head. “It doesn’t hurt to try new things– unless we discover you’re allergic then we can stick to plain ol’ pizza. Well, Teddy was telling me about this taco truck a few blocks from here… If you’re up for a longer walk.”

“I’m allergic to anything that isn’t pizza, ice cream, or chinese food, you already know this,” she joked. “Fine, fine, tacos can be a food group, too, I suppose. But only if we can also get ice cream later.” 

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hangtherules :

          there was a vivacity to new york city that london was simply lacking. it was the reason elizabeth had insisted upon traveling to the americas, bent on seeing all that such a place had to offer — and she was certainly not disappointed. everything, from the lights to the atmosphere itself was a welcome change to the dullness of london life. but it was the clubs and the speakeasies that drew her attention most frequently. she hadn’t entered into the activities involved with them immediately, but the moment she had, it had become all encompassing.

          elizabeth found herself, once more, sitting on the most comfortable sofa in one of her preferred speakeasies. she held a rather full glass of liquor, immaculately painted red fingernails standing out rather beautifully against the amber liquid. though she hadn’t yet gotten up to join the dancers in front of the stage, her foot tapped against the floor to the rhythm of the music. another drink or two and she’d be right up there in the midst of it all, dancing the night away as though little else mattered.

          for the time being, she was content to watch her surroundings, a twinkle of amusement in her dark brown eyes. elizabeth found that people watching was rather half the fun at places like this; alcohol tended to have a rather large impact on people and their behaviors, and it almost always resulted in something that would provide her with stories to tell later on.

          it wasn’t until she sensed someone taking a seat beside her ( addressing her, even ) that elizabeth pulled herself from her observations. she cast a quick glance at the newcomer, a faint smile tugging at her lips. ❛ it’s certainly a sad state of affairs, isn’t it? ❜ a quick sip from her glass, and then she was speaking again. ❛ although i suppose we can’t entirely expect anything different. it is the middle of the week, after all. this is the time to winnow out the weak, wouldn’t you agree? ❜ her lips morphed into a smirk as she tucked a strand of stray hair behind her ear. ❛ besides… it’s still early. there’s plenty of time for something more intriguing to happen. we can only hope to bear witness to it. ❜

English. How perfect. Pam, though no one would guess it, had been born and raised in London - though her parents’ desire for her to grow into a proper young woman and have her hand in marriage auctioned off to the highest bidder was not shared by Pam herself. The perfunctory details of high society living had been utterly unbearable. Pam heavily preferred chaos to order, mischief to decorum, and being in control to being controlled. She’d high-tailed it across the pond as soon as she’d had the opportunity. 

Of course, not everything that came from that bloody continent was boring--not in the least. The woman before her was the grandest of exceptions. “Why just bear witness to something intriguing when you can make it happen yourself?” Pam posed, brow arched in a mixture of amusement and curiosity. This human was anything but dull, she could easily sense that. 

#♚ ᴘᴀᴍᴇʟᴀ sᴡʏɴғᴏʀᴅ ᴅᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜғᴏʀᴛ #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs « ᴘᴀᴍ & ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ » #hangtherules

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americasfinestlegacy :

“It’s a nice view. Besides, I never get tired of looking at you, either.” He smirked cheekily as they walked along the streetlamp lit sidewalk. Although seeing a shiny building and waking up to his best girl are two very different things. Cress was definitely his favorite in the long run, no contest. “Not to sound like a grandpa here but pizza isn’t the best thing to have everyday. Why don’t we try something new, huh?”

“Bloody kiss-up,” she teased, releasing his hand and wrapping an arm around him instead. “Pf, since when is weight-watching such a concern? Pizza is practically its own food group, and it’s delicious...but if you insist. You know I’m always up for something new. What’ll it be, then?” 

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roseruin :

           he  crossed  his  legs  ;  leaned  forward,  resting  an  ELBOW  o'er  the  top  of  his  knee  and  watched  the  woman  closely.  from  where  he  sat,  he  could  plainly  see  just  how  much  authority  she  had  in  her  stance ;  could  plainly  see  the  conviction  that  held  her  spine  up  STRAIGHT  ;  could  clearly  hear  the  belief  in  her  voice  that  hardened  it  and  that  now  spiralled  toward  him,  drilling  its  way  into  his  mind  in  the  hopes  that  he,  too,  would  come  to  believe  it.  t'was  what  she  was  hoping,  he  KNEW. 

                       yet  the  prince  was  a  cynic,  if  only  for  his  own  wellbeing  (  no  one  else’s,  at  best  ).            ❛  you  sound  as  though  you  BELIEVE  your  words.  ❜            no  :  he  knew  she  did.            ❛  but  they  are  only  words.  i  see  no  proof  of  it,  nor  have  i  heard  of  it  from  anyone  else  but  you.  give  me  your  reasons  why  i  should  trust  your  WORD.  ❜            he  knew  he  was  being  unfair,  but  then                  he  was  doing  it  for  the  good  of  the  people  !  what  good  but  for  the  people  ?

“You require proof? Then you shall have it.” Foolish prince. Tauriel had, at the behest of her king, come prepared. “A written declaration of war from the Goblin King,” she said, producing a dirty, blood-stained scrap of parchment from her satchel. “Not that he’s an entirely formal sort of being, but he has stated his intent to overthrow our kingdom. And yours. If you prefer to sit idly by and allow him to destroy everything and everyone you hold dear, be my guest. My people are willing to help you, but you must first be willing to help yourself.” 

Thranduil was not particularly fond of aiding mortals to begin with, but if he knew the prince’s current attitude towards the threat against them, he would certainly revoke any offer of aid. Tauriel, however, was not about to let an entire kingdom fall prey to the goblins simply because their ruler refused to protect them. “What would cause you to believe me?”

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Help me narrow down my muse list?

#♚ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʟɪᴋᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘs ғᴇʟʟ « ᴏᴏᴄ »

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“We do!” said Hermione. She had sat up straight, her eyes bright. “We protest! And I’m hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I’m a Mudblood!” “Don’t call yourself —” Ron muttered. “Why shouldn’t I?” said Hermione. “Mudblood, and proud of it! I’ve got no higher position under this new order than you have, Griphook! It was me they chose to torture, back at the Malfoys’!”

#PSA; #hermione is over here now.

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whyspiders:

brows  furrow  as  hands  clasp  together  in  his  lap  ,      he  fidgets  before  sitting  still       (          a  small  hunch  of  his  shoulders         )     .           his  head  slightly  lowers  in  defeat    /        she  was  right.          ❛          fine         ❜         he’d  been  called  a  dirty  weasel  already   ,       not  even  the  rank  of       PURE  -  BLOOD      gave  him  a  pass  from  the  malevolent  gaze  malfoy  beheld.       

“That’s better, now, isn’t it.” It wasn’t phrased as a question because she already knew the answer. Ron would feel so much better once he’d gotten his work done. It always relaxed her, anyway. After all, how could anyone feel relaxed if they still had unfinished schoolwork to worry about? And not caring was not an option, no matter what Ron said.  “So, as I was trying to say, the essay on the practical applications of levitation spells--are you even listening to me?” He had a hollow sort of look in his glassed-over eyes, which told her he was either deep in thought about something or purposely ignoring her, and she had a feeling he wasn’t simply being inconsiderate. “Ron? Are you all right?” 

#whyspiders #✎ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs « ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ & ʀᴏɴ »

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@thequeencfhell; continued from here.

“There are  f a r  too many options, doll, we can’t possibly decide.                    You’re gonna have to narrow it down for us.”

#thequeencfhell #nsfw #♚ ᴘᴀᴍᴇʟᴀ sᴡʏɴғᴏʀᴅ ᴅᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜғᴏʀᴛ #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs « ᴘᴀᴍ & ᴋᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ »

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-drops url and runs-

OPINION ON;Character in general: omg. [insert thumbs-up emoji]How they play them: The level to which you have developed your character is something to be admired, revered, and aspired to.The Mun: sHUT THE FRONT DOOR, I was so excited to become mutuals with Holly again. I first found her on my original Hermione account about 3 years ago, and she’s an absolute treasure. If you’ve not yet been exposed to her loveliness, please do yourself a favor and correct that.DO I;RP with them: not yet...Want to RP with them: hELL YESWHAT IS MY;Overall Opinion: ♡♡♡

#wildmoored

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memeinthevoid :

Opinion on;

Character in general: How they play them: The Mun:

Do I:

RP with them: Want to RP with them:

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

Send me a url and I'll answer the following;;

#ʏᴇᴇᴇssssss ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴜ #« ᴍᴇᴍᴇ »

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#Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ 10462 ᴏғ Eʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ Mɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ ʀᴜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ #« ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ » #♚ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʟɪᴋᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘs ғᴇʟʟ « ᴏᴏᴄ »

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americasfinestlegacy :

“Because then I’ll be cold.” Eli smiled cheekily in return. “We can huddle together if it gets too bad.” He threaded his fingers through her own, tugging her out of the apartment and pausing only a moment to lock the door behind them. “If we’re lucky enough we might catch the Empire State Building turn on.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” she teased, holding tight to his hand. “You’re such a sucker for that, no matter how many times we see it.” That, however, was one of the things she liked most about Eli - his keen ability to find joy in otherwise seemingly mundane things. He made everything an adventure. “We should get some pizza, too, I’m starving.”

#americasfinestlegacy #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs « ᴄʀᴇssɪᴅᴀ & ᴇʟɪ » #✯ Cʀᴇssɪᴅᴀ #♡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ɪɴ ʟɪғᴇ ( ᴇʟɪ )

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ʟᴇ ɢᴀsᴘ - ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!

#othcrmothcr #ɴᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʟᴏᴡᴋᴇʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴏᴋ #♚ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʟɪᴋᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘs ғᴇʟʟ « ᴏᴏᴄ »

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glittcringeyes:

G ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ʟ  S ᴛ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ   C ᴀ ʟ ʟ ! ( ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪғʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ )

#« sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ » #ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟs ᴏ��ʟʏ ᴘʟs.

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𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒: 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 

Hᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀɪʟs ғʀᴏᴍ Cᴇʀᴜʟᴇᴀɴ Cɪᴛʏ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ-ᴛʏᴘᴇ Pᴏᴋéᴍᴏɴ. Sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏᴀʟ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ Pᴏᴋéᴍᴏɴ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. 

#✎ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ #ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ. ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ NOT ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs.

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“--you!” Ella recognized the man before her, though most of what she knew about him came from a secondary (and not altogether reliable) source. Her father had gone off on a twelve minute rant - yes, she’d timed it - to her once about this very man. Apparently, he was the most foul, rotten, cheating, lying scoundrel to ever curse the kingdom with his presence...but Ella couldn’t really attest to that herself. Yet. “You’ve had the misfortune of getting on my father’s bad side. I hope the stories he’s told me about you aren’t as true as he makes them seem.” ( @piraticalwit )

#piraticalwit #♫ ᴇʟʟᴀ ᴏғ ғʀᴇʟʟ #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs « ᴇʟʟᴀ & ᴋɪʟʟɪᴀɴ »