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[indie Tybalt Capulet rp] " . . . peace! I hate the word / As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. " written by SAM

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this blog is being archived!!

you can now find tybalt @shxkesquad

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this blog is being archived!!

you can now find tybalt @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find tybalt @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find tybalt @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find tybalt @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find tybalt @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find tybalt @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find tybalt @shxkesquad

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// i’m lowkey considering archiving all my shakespeare rp blogs and making one shakes mulimuse since i already have like... four & i want to add more. so heads up for that. as much as i love them having their own blogs i feel like this would be more efficient.

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“ O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend     The brightest heaven of invention,     A kingdom for a stage, princes to act     And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! ”

independent Shakespeare roleplay blogs, written by SAM

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stay long enough at a party and it becomes boring, no matter how exciting it originally seemed. the heavy red lighting and silver decor becomes redundant. tiny champagne glasses only irritate clumsy, drunk fingers.  the only glimmer of thrill capulet partygoers provided was the anticipation of a stranger. capulets BORED him, for no fault of their own. anyone who walked calmly away from his antics left him frustrated and tired. today, no one paid him any attention. he felt as though he was dying. the red light suddenly claustrophobic. anxiety skyrocketed at the thought of not being noticed. there were two options: admit defeat, grab romeo, and leave the party before his dinner ended up on the floor or stay and wait.

ercutio would never admit to being wrong. he stood his ground. there was never a time that mercutio was left unlucky, and today would be no exception. as soon as DEATH seemed to be the only option, he spotted the only capulet he enjoyed.

                             a tongue click and blonde locks flipped to the side.

                  “TYYYYYYBALT !”

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another weekend, another party. tybalt was so SICK of parties. they had never held much interest for him in the first place------ just an excuse for his relatives to rub elbows and get drunk with the height of verona society, to show off their extravagant wealth and, of course, their heir. tybalt kept his periphery fixed on juliet the entire time as he sipped from his flute of champagne. this was not how he preferred to get drunk. the bubbly liquid sat, agitated in his stomach. he longed for a bar, a fight, a glass of whiskey. his collar was uncomfortably tight. the night couldn’t possibly get worse.

and then, THAT.

irritation flared up within him, red hot and instant, a metallic taste on the corners of his tongue. tybalt’s head snapped to glare at the only person who would dare proclaim his name in such a tone. and, of course, there mercutio stood, that imp smile a challenge that sang in tybalt’s veins. his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides; he tried to straighten his spine. showing how easily the blonde could work his way under his skin would only give more power to his adversary.

          “Mercutio,” he says like the name tastes foul on his tongue. “I thought they’d already taken out the trash.”

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“ NYMPH, IN THY ORISONS, BE ALL MY SINS REMEMBERED. ”

private & selective indie OPHELIA from Shakespeare’s Hamlet, written by SAM

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me flirting: I don’t want you to die

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// i made a Credence Barebone sideblog if any of you are interested.

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@fromverona liked for a starter.

all was bathed in moonlight and the glow of the torches which perpetually burned along every hall of Capulet manor as Tybalt stalked the grounds like a restless feline. sleep was a rare commodity for him, a cruel mistress that eluded him despite his best attempts to capture her. on nights like tonight, when she evaded him completely, he would patrol the manor, sharp eyes peeled for any signs of trouble. ‘protect the house’ his father’s voice would ring in his head, those words wrapped in a last dying whisper, and it was all Tybalt could do to keep his ghost at bay.

the last person he expected to run into in the dead of night was his cousin, yet there she was, positioned in the gardens as though looking at the stars. after a moments indecision, he approached her.

“Should you not be in your chambers?” Tybalt asked softly.

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@prettyfoole liked for a starter.

midnight on the dot; the clock has just begun to chime as Tybalt eases the back door open with his good shoulder. his other has a hand wrapped around it, trying to staunch the flow of blood from what is definitely not a bullet wound because he certainly hadn’t been fighting again ( he’s never been a very good liar ). besides, it’s only just a graze, nothing to wake up the household over---certainly nothing his aunt or uncle needs to know about. all he really needs is some alcohol and bandages and a good night’s sleep. he’s used to this by now.

he’s almost just made it to his room when the smallest noise behind him causes him to turn, and he blanches at the sight of his cousin. BUSTED.

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// it’s been a while since i’ve done a STARTER CALL and winter break has me with too much time on my hands, so you know what to do ;)