𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍.

washington's secret AGENT CCCLV historical based with various original elements.penned by dani. est. 29.11.16 multi verse | ship.

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STARTER CALL !! @mutuals hit that little heart and i’ll post a starter for you.

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just popping back in to say that exams are finally behind me ! i should return to full activity by the weekend, however, there’s a chance that i’ll be going up to boston this week so i’ll keep you lovely folk updated.

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so sorry for the delay in replies ! i was hoping to do some this weekend but unfortunately my dog passed away, so they will be postponed a few days. however, my im is still open and i’m getting around to replying to some messages i have waiting, so don’t be afraid to come chat!

when you’re in the mood to plot and write with new people but you can’t form anything other than “we should plot yes this is good”

[kotsume]

dean fujioka // history maker

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Reblog if you RP a character from the 1700s.

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*aggressively makes tea*

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             he stops, fans himself for a moment, wiping off the beads of sweat rolling down his face wit the back of his palm. one might think that he is out of shape just by looking at him, but really he has just been aimlessly wandering around all day.     ❛ excuse me, ❜    he approaches the stranger breathlessly,     ❛  would you happen to have some water ??  ❜    //   @intclligencer​ liked !

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                  Flaxen brows form together in a stiffened resolve of curiosity as her gaze hooks upon the perspiring man, cerulean hues tacking onto his his frame as BEADS of moisture travel down the plains of his countenance. ❛ Water ?? ❜ Nonplussed, Lydia reiterates his request as though a stranger to the concept ; his words biding a precious moment to register within her CHAMBER of thoughts. As realization comes to part and parcel, she heaves an audible breath into her lungs, and fishes into the handbag slung from her shoulder –– from which she produces a half-empty water-bottle. ❛ Here. You’re not going to try converting me Jehova’s Witness, are you? ❜ It was not often strangers approached her –– much less when for an irreligious purpose.

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@audebamus ❛  LIKED FOR A STARTER !

                ❛ you appear quite confident ––––– but how can you be so SURE ? ❜

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@ofcongress ❛  LIKED FOR A STARTER ! 

                 ❛ May I trust you in ENSURING that no other soul bear witness to the contents of this missive, Mister Hancock –––––––––– ? ❜

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    STARTER CALL !!  @mutuals hit that little heart and i’ll post a starter for you.

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         ‘ accompany me tonight to the feast ; our world is so often deprived of feminine edge, my dearest —- i don’t think i could weather the night without you. ‘ fondness curls around the feather-white stretch of her lips, a scar buried among the snows and winds that rippled in her flesh. how wonderful it was to stand beside lydia, a woman of such CLASS held in the cusp on her hand. in the unfamiliarity of the untamed land of america, she was the sweetest safe haven. ‘ i shall offer you my arm for the evening, if you wish it. ‘

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Sculpted brows were steeped with divertissement upon the culmination of Arya’s entreaty, an equipoise of joviality and acquiescence relayed in the chortle which swept past abetting lips. ❛ Ms Kirkland, you flatter ––––  though in all truth, I would be hard-pressed to accept any other invitation above your own. Perhaps, vacuous to do so, knowing well of my ARDENT desire to acquaint our persons afore the night’s apogee. One so dearly requires a friend in such a... a rural nation, as it were. ❜ The opprobrious remark against the colonies’ honour had elicited an ephemeral grimace swiftly obscured with yet another MERETRICIOUS grin. Forearm embellished in silk and jewels then rose to coincide with Arya’s: hooked together as though a mathematician’s askew triangle. ❛ It would be an honor. ❜

[intclligencer]

“We all start with innocence, but the world leads us to guilt.”

dishonored sentence starters ❛  accepting !     @chevalierism

                  ❛ Innocence is an AGGRANDIZED concept, general: we ought not lament its dearth so. ❜ The woman’s terse remark had been embellished with a grin of the selfsame, strained manner ; whilst features alloyed in a less equal BRICOLAGE of curiosity and incompatibility then raised to house a further comment upon parted lips.  ❛ I, for one, am indebted that it is so evanescent. One is so intolerably IGNORANT in those days, are we not ? ❜

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“I do believe this is going to be a fabulous evening.”

dishonored sentence starters ❛  accepting !     @majcrandre

elderberry wine swept against the edge of a lifted chalice grazing the woman’s lips, an EXPOSITION of cozening moue having contrived a moonlight requisition upon a rutilant countenance illumined with the endowment of toping company and comestible VINO. As muliebrity took form in a roseate flush painted upon alabaster features, the woman set a SYLVAN disposition astray and adopted that of a mondaine. ‘ As I am too beginning to suspect, major, ’ Purled she, a disadvantage in height constraining her eyes to gaze heavenward upon the uncharted albeit well-received silhouette that of John André. ‘ ––– if one’s COMPANY plays any role in the delectation of one’s evening. ’

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“I expect a good show.”

dishonored sentence starters ❛  accepting !     @empiredheart

lambent features had been garnished with the remnants of a well-established simper, the INDISTINCT tilt of broadened lips serving SOLELY as a prelude to the woman’s rejoinder ; the elder’s premonition rousing a spirit of inquiry from within Lydia, accompanied by a remark PLIED with dulcified wit. ‘ As you should ,’ words spoken sotto voce are bound and laved in deep conviction which resounds from the crest of pride-swollen lungs, ‘ ––––––– Hambridge entertainment seldom dashes one’s HOPES. ’