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I give cause, bitch! saxa from starz's spartacus

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hello, i am home, recharged and excited to write

[killedinstead]

i apologize for not being here. i am out of town at my alma mater, and am recharging my creative muse. i will be back on friday so this weekend i will work on things. i am on discord if you want to poke me there

[defyingxmars]

spartacus ♦ saxa

“I rival any fucking man.”

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kaianoixi‌:

             she shouldn’t be here. she’d left her husband’s bed to come, to see for herself what these people were dying for. spartacus. she’d heard the name on the lips of the dead too many times to ignore. some in praise, some in scorn. she had already been to rome, lingered in the corners of the senate. now she wanted to see the people who rebelled, who fought for their freedom. she already knew which side she would stand on if she had been mortal. ‘ yes, some are fools. and some are not. just as some gods could help, if asked. ‘

         She rose a brow. Gannicus had told her the story of how Spartacus and some of the others freed themselves. She knew no gods had played a part in it. To tear heart from chest in a way it had been done for so many of them. She shook her head. “What could the gofs do, hm?” she asked. “What could they do that we are not already doing?” Heroes from stories, that’s all they were. Stories. The gods did not care, not unless they wanted something in return. To Saxa, that did not interest her. 

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cindercreated‌:

“I am a simple country girl.” there is no fear in her expression, even after the reminder that the world isn’t what it was before. “I’m sturdier than I look, I can take care of myself. Not as well as you,” she says with a nod, acknowledging the woman’s strength, “but I believe I’m safe.”

           “I see.” Though Saxa would not use the word simple to describe the girl. She was far too pretty to be simple. “Still be careful. Pretty face like yours, not just rebels you will have to worry over.” Most of them had some control, so long as they weren’t riled up. She could not say the same for the Romans. 

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denieddeath‌:

            “If it is gold or jewels you want, take it, take everything, but I will NOT go with you!” Where the tide of courage or the strength stems from, Rosalie knows not. But she yanks as hard as she can and her arm comes free - perhaps from sheer surprise at the volume of her voice. Even in the dress she wears, purchased to impress those who she hated, she is quick. She darts away from Saxa and through an open archway. No other gladiators or slaves see her and for that she thanks the gods. The fear in her bones spurs her feet.

          She snarled and ran after her. Spending so much time on the run, she was used to this. And this girl, pampered and pretty, Saxa knew she would not get far. She did catch up to her, a hand curling into the fabric of her dress, pulling her back before an arm latched tightly around her arm. “Do not be foolish,” she hissed. “You run, you die.” The girl was an idiot, trying to run. Lucky Saxa didn’t kill her on the spot. “Now come,” she said, roughly tugging the girl back with her. 

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so i kind of lost my old starter call, so here is a new one. length will vary, multi’s pls specify a muse

[mysnarkyself]

“Romans”

[rpmemesource]

a list of don’t sentence starters :

❝ don’t you dare touch him/her. ❞

❝ don’t look at me like that; like i matter to you. ❞

❝ i don’t understand why you’re acting this way. ❞

❝ don’t say that to me, [NAME]. not you, of all people. ❞

❝ what i don’t understand is how you can be so nonchalant in this situation. ❞

❝ please don’t make me go. ❞

❝ i don’t want to leave yet. ❞

❝ why don’t you just stay the night ? ❞

❝ don’t you love me anymore ? ❞

❝ no, you don’t understand. ❞

❝ you could, but you just don’t want to. ❞

❝ no matter what happens, don’t forget about me. ❞

❝ don’t say that you love me. ❞

❝ how can i live with myself if i don’t at least try to save you ? ❞

❝ don’t you know better than that by now ? ❞

❝ i don’t want anything to do with you anymore. ❞

❝ i don’t want to live a life without you in it. ❞

❝ your mind games don’t work on me. ❞

❝ i don’t want anything to happen to you. ❞

❝ please don’t miss me once i’m gone. ❞

❝ don’t go breaking my heart. ❞

❝ i don’t think anyone could love you the way i do. ❞

❝ you really don’t understand how much you mean to me, do you ? ❞

❝ i don’t want to die. ❞

❝ now don’t assume that this suddenly means we’re friends. ❞

❝ i don’t want you to be with anyone else. ❞

❝ don’t touch that, it’s valuable ! ❞

❝ ’ just friends ’ don’t look at each other like that. ❞

❝ please don’t cry. ❞

❝ don’t we deserve a happy ending ? ❞

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emptysculs‌:

                        ❛❛   𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘   ?  we  will  be  free  ?   ❜❜              his  voice  was  deep,  thoughtful  even,  so  many  had  fought  for  this  cause  just  to  end  HERE  ?  would  this  be  the  end  ?  eyes  slowly  raised  to  find  saxa,  such  a  fearless  warrior.  one  still  remembers  the  time  when  she  had  found  them,  not  for  a  second  he  had  doubt  she  would  be  a  valuable  warrior.

                          spartacus & saxa.

             @rivalsmen   ↷   startercall.  ( accepting. )

          She rose a fine brow. “Do you?” They all followed him, some with less argument than others, but she could tell the weight of all the souls who followed was taking it’s tole. “Even if we don’t, better to die free, no?” She was not afraid to die, better it be on the field of battle than in Roman chains. She would offer the cup of wine she held, but she could count the number of time she had seen Spartacus take the drink on one hand. “Is that not what you always say?”

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so i didn’t get any writing done yesterday (i’ve been finding it hard to write lately) but im going to try again today

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so i kind of lost my old starter call, so here is a new one. length will vary, multi’s pls specify a muse

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apologies for not being here yesterday. my car was towed and the whole thing just left me very much drained. but i am here, hoping to get some replies done today

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kaianoixi‌:

       there was a kind of courage in stepping onto a battlefield, knowing that your might never step off. she had watched it again and again. and that fire did not go out in death. so many that crossed the river still had it, raged against death. but rage and passion did nothing in the underworld but cause a headache for its rulers. she preferred live warriors to dead ones. ‘ you must be fortunate, then. ‘ though she doubted that was entirely true. ‘ perhaps i am only a supporter. does it truly matter? ‘

          “One could call it that,” she said. No she did not live in an ivory tower, with people to weight on her hand and foot. But she was free. Free to live and die however she pleased, and that was all she needed. Many, she knew did not have that choice. She shrugged at the question. “Some who support are fools.” Sitting out in a winter storm for little gain, giving their lives for something they assume is real. “No gods can help us now.”

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@kaianoixi asked:❛ War is not for winning. ❜ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 // accepting

            Saxa gave the woman a very strong look. “Only for people who have nothing to lose.” They were all fighting for their freedom, for themselves and any other who were bound by chains. What was this war about if not winning that? Her brows pulled together and she shook her head. 

           “If wars are not meant to be won what are they for?” she asked, bitterness thick in her tone. Arms crossed over her chest and she rose a flaxen hued brow. “And what do you know of war?”

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prphecybound‌:

             A smile curved the prince’s lips and he gave a slight nod. “ I was not, ” he confessed, hand resting on the dragon-shaped pommel of his long-sword. “ They would jest my mother swallowed books and a candle while I was in her womb. ” Violet gaze narrowed at the memory of his own bruises, through long hours of practice and little rest. “ I’ve not heard of your teacher, but he must have been a fine one, ” he said, but then, how was he to know every single swordsman in Westeros?

           Her gaze dropped to his sword. A heavy looking thing, not suited for the style she had trained into her memory until it became apart of her. “I find no need in books.” Stories she enjoyed, reading not so much. “He is the finest of all of us.” Both in skill and as a man. He did not coddle, he pushed, but you always knew he was on your side, wanting you to be the best. But I doubt they would want him to teach a prince.” Not with all of their rules.