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50 random starters

-feel free to adjust to better fit your muse’s speech!

“Yeah, about that…”

“I, um… might have… had something to, uh… do with that…”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, no. I know that look. I know what that look means. Absolutely not.”

“Can you stop being weird about it for five seconds?”

“Why is the plural of moose still moose? Why not meese?”

“I almost caught myself on fire…”

“Bite me.”

“Hey! Guess what!”

“There’s nothing to worry about, but I’d stay out of the kitchen for a while.”

“Big deal - I bet I could do that with [my hands/one hand tied behind my back/blindfolded/in x amount of time/backwards].”

“I might’ve befriended a mafia boss…”

“You know what I want right now? [Sender’s favorite food].”

“Touch that and I will hit you with a spoon.”

“Do I actually want to know or will I be better off not knowing? Because I feel like I’ll be better off not knowing.”

“Do you think snails have feelings?”

“Why is Christmas such a big deal? Is it because of capitalism?”

“Have you ever had a wish come true by throwing a coin into a fountain?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Check please!”

“Hey. What’s going on with you and [name]?”

“You know… I think I should… go.”

“Nope, sorry, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“Wait. Did I say left? Heh, I meant to say right.”

“Yeah, of course I speak another language! …It just might not come in handy unless we go to a Star Trek convention…”

“Look, I know I said I could handle a lot of things, but that is not one of them.”

“Well, we have six minutes until we need to leave! …Never mind, make that four minutes. Actually, we should just leave now.”

“…Want some smoothie?”

“I’ve never felt this way before…”

“I bet I could fight a swarm of bees.”

“Have you ever gotten a stuffed animal from a claw machine?”

“Uh… surprise?”

“Sure, I can do a magic trick. I’ll make that whole tub of ice-cream disappear in ten minutes.”

“Why is it the cake that’s a lie? Why isn’t it the pie?”

“What would you do if you had a million dollars right now?”

“No, no. When I said kids, I meant kids as in goat babies. Not human babies.”

“The only thing straight about me are my grades from [middle school].”

“Yeah, I’ve been to [place]. Once. It was… the worst.”

“Don’t be ridiculous - of course you need me. Who else is going to annoy you?”

“I miss you.”

“Look, I know you probably don’t want to see me right now, but… I had nowhere else to go.”

“What are you going off about?”

“Of course you’re my hero! How could you not be?”

“Would you rather have a pet shark or a pet whale?”

“Oh, yeah? Try me.”

“Oh, wow… You… you look absolutely stunning…”

“Hypothetically speaking… what if I got a [puppy/kitten]?”

“Come on, talk to me. What’s going on? Was it something I did?”

“I’ll pay you ten bucks to fight me.”

“Congratulations! You played both of us.”

[incorrectassassinscreedquotes]

Maria: That’s not the shirt I sent him to daycare in.

Altaïr: But it’s the right kid?

Maria: Yes?

Altaïr: Awesome. I’m going to go to sleep.

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                                      “And what is it to transcend?”

“To recognize that laws arise not from divinity, but reason. I understand now that our Creed does not command us to be free.  It commands us to be wise.”

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What Chess Piece represents you?

White Rook

You are a White Rook. As a piece that can move inwards and outwards, you're a master of self-reflection. You know what needs to be done and when to do it. You're a protector, and would willingly take someone's place in danger in a heartbeat because you know you can handle the pressure. But even castle walls crumble. For all your chivalry and fortitude, everything must come to an end. Will you be there to see the final stages of the war? Or will you have already been discarded in the battle?

[thefellomen]

Assassin’s Creed | Masyaf

An imposing castle of many turrets, surrounded by shimmering rivers, it presided over the bustling village below, the settlement a high point within the Orontes Valley. An oasis of peace. A paradise.

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Anonymous asked:  It's just before dawn and two people are using their very best assassin's skills to quietly creep into the room of the sleeping assassin. Another watches from the doorway, her hand over her mouth to hold back a laugh that threatens to escape her. Darim, who couldn't be older then 7, leaped off a chair and onto his Father while Sef, having been carrying a quail, climbed onto the bed, letting the quail escape and flutter chaotically throughout the room when they both shouted "Happy Fathers Day, Baba!" happily and try tickling their fathers sides.

For so long, the holiday passed with barely a single thought to acknowledge its significance, for it had lost just that way back when, years ago when he was still a boy and the day invoked feelings of sheer excitement at the prospect of a special day, just for his father.  Alas, those days were long gone.  Others had stepped into his missing parent's place, to some degree, but it was not the same.  Neither the obligation to indulge nor the excitement to do so was there as once they had been, though perhaps that is to be expected.  The relationship between mentor and student does not always equal - or even rival, that of father and son, thus a happy holiday became nothing more than another day, acknowledged only when others brought it to his attention, and that had proven a difficult habit to break.

He expected morning light to engulf him, warded only by closed eyes.  There is no glow against his eyelids, no warmth against his face, thus he does not move.  That should have been the first clue that something was amiss, as normally, his beloved would lay beside him during these hours, yet his arm extends to the right without the familiar weight of Maria upon it and the warmth of her body was absent against his side, and he distinctly remembers her falling asleep last night with her head pillowed against his chest.  So, she was awake, with no sounds of distress, no calls of his name, no sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.  

It was...peaceful, in their home, though during the lengthy time he remains awake, awaiting her return, it never comes.  Instead, the sounds to reach him are soft, subtle, soft creaks of wood too near the bed to ignore.  One golden eye cracks, catching two small silhouettes in the dim light, and another larger figure playing spectator at the door.  There, his mind pieces together what must have happened:  someone had bad dreams, called for mama, and now their bed for two would house four until the morning light --

Now that thought was cut short with the body crashing down on him, with his chest receiving the majority of the impact.   It stalls a breath...but he'll take that, as it means his tiny assailant hadn't landed in such a way that a knee might strike too low and ruin the moment.  Instantly he's on the defensive, grappling Darim in a light hold with one arm and grasping Sef with the other, the second the boy had crawled close enough, and…

                                              Happy Father’s Day, Baba! 

Like last year, and the one prior, other people had to remind him of the day's significance.  The difference now is, those people were now his own sons, and his wife shortly after.  What was lost had come back to him; in a different form, as now he stands on the receiving end.  Unfortunately, this year, that position also involves a live bird loose and panicking in his darkened bedroom...but the sentiment is there, and appreciated, nonetheless.  He keeps his boys in his grasp - try to tickle him and pay a price! - no matter how they wrestle and squirm against it, his heightened spirits surfacing as scarred lips split in a grin to match the children’s hearty giggling.  

This is his normal (minus the quail, that part is still bizarre, but otherwise he’ll count it as normal).  His family would see to it remaining as such, it seems, for as long as they could...and that meant that next year, he’ll have to remember this blasted holiday, so he’s not caught off guard again!

[aesthetic--mood]

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad Assassin's Creed Aesthetic

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AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS (accepting) //  @ecglesoul​​ asked: ❝ i’ve heard your name on the wind. ❞

Tales climbing the merchant grapevine had scarcely done the city justice.  Much of his travel had been alongside varying groups either moving elsewhere to peddle their wares or flowing in to try their hands, and most had filled the gaps in time with stories of previous visits; of the people of Florence, of cityscape and markets and the skyline at night from the outskirts.  Festivities, food, the dangers and riches it promised - some were necessities, of course, while others, he may explore prior to taking his leave.  It seems a shame to waste the opportunity, provided time allows some indulgence, though there is no guarantee of that, he knows.  Business first, and if rumors are to be believed, even in part, he may have his work cut out.

The landscape sprawled before him vanishes; gold momentarily hidden behind the soft closure of lids against the breeze ruffling the edges of his hood, dipping beneath heavy fabric to cool dampened hair.  It is but a temporary relief from the sun's rays, albeit welcome nonetheless.  Such he had learned back home, to appreciate such things.  The quiet and calm, a mere moment of serenity that may be cut short at the drop of a coin, even where he stands.  He had seen the archers atop the roofs, both high and low.  Were it that one happened upon him, or perhaps simply turned a suspicious gaze his way...

Thus far, fortune favored him -- not fortune, skill, as he had passed relatively unnoticed.  Of course he had.  One does not garner a reputation such as his without at least that ability under one's belt.  That they hadn't spotted him now in plain sight takes something away from that, though, as it proves a certain indolence among the guardsman...though not all, it seems.  From behind the soft clink of soles upon tile reaches him, his every nerve on alert in an instant, surfacing only as a quick jerk of his head, ear turned towards the source.

Ah, but the words to come were not that of an enemy, he thinks, yet still his guard does not drop, the fingers of his left hand dancing idly over the trigger for the blade upon his wrist.  Not a threat, not a warning, but caution.  Preparation.  Word of his coming should have long preceded his arrival, and while such information is coded and hidden, one can never be too careful.  Were it that it fell into the wrong hands, yet another issue may fall into the laps of his brothers and sisters here.  Which stood there with him now -- friend or foe -- remains to be seen.  

 “ Some may take that as a warning. “ His voice low, the words feel awkward on his tongue, a language he knows well enough, yet still its difference from his native tongue stands strong with every word he speaks.  “Should you, I wonder..”

[scnofnone]

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE CARRY EMOTIONS?

ANGER

jaw clenching , hands balling into fists , teeth grinding , yelling , going nonverbal , stuttering speech , rushed speech , slow concise speech, rambling , quiet , arms crossing , shaking head , tearing up , animated , expressionless , projects , internalizes , vents , withdraws , passive aggressive , direct , physical outbursts, verbal outbursts

JOY

easy smiles , fighting back grins , suppressed laughter , loud laughter , giggles , chuckling , smirks , whole body laughs , covers mouth when laughing / giggling , throws head back when laughing , slaps leg , touches people around them when laughing , looks down when laughing , looks for eye contact when laughing , sparkling eyes , bubbly happiness , quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness , wants to spread joy , quietly savors joy

SADNESS

crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows , meditates and processes , avoidance , seeks out comfort , withdraws , talks it out , internalizes it, sad smiles , depression naps , uses alcohol , uses drugs , seeks out sources of joy , fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence , broods , gets moody , wants someone to share the misery , tries to hide negative emotions , nurtures others to make themselves feel better

EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME

blushing , looking away , rubbing at back of head , covering face , laughing nervously , laughs it off , overthinks, lets it go , self deprecating humor , deflects , gets irritated , smiles , withdraws , crossing arms over stomach , crossing arms over chest , hands in pockets , shoulders sinking , shrugs , falling into silence until comfortable again , talking a lot to compensate

GUILT

avoiding eye contact , shoulders sinking low , head hanging down , crying , chest aches , lashes out , internalizes , apologizes , deflects , communicates , withdraws , grand gestures for forgiveness , accepts fault easily , punishes themselves , martyrdom , victim complex , over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience , internalizes even after forgiveness , seeking redemption , moves on easily , denial , lack of guild / conscience , sorry they got caught more than caused harm , can’t handle knowing they hurt others

FEAR / ANXIETY

trembling, crying , sarcasm / sass to cope , rambles , goes silent , gets angry , fidgeting, clenching jaw , picking at nails , chewing at lip , pulling at clothes , adjusting jewelry/clothing , swallowing thickly , eyes widening , over-reacts, under-reacts , calm , logical , panic , irritational  , overthinks , carefully analyzes , talks to themselves , breathing exercises , flight , fight , withdraw , fawn

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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❝ first piece of luck i’ve had in days. ❞ + desmond miles !

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS ( @vsself​ ) - accepting

A skilled assassin maintains control of his environment.  He notes minute detail, every face turned against him, every potential escape or entrapment, always with the assumption of overlooked details and preparation to adapt when the time comes, yet there is no preparing for a sight such as this.  Those he faced were real, human, flesh and bone standing against him and able to fall.  So too was this man in the initial belief, until the edges of his body occasionally flickered and faded and reappeared like a flame’s outline.  He stood unharmed in chaos’ aftermath; no blood or dust had settled upon him, nor had he fled the scene with other frightened citizens, instead lingering now to look upon Altaïr with seemingly far less confusion than now plagued the assassin.  Far, far less, for now he stands at a loss.

What...sorcery is this?!

Never one to back down - no matter how strange the scene - still he remains in place, hidden amongst decrepit structures and forgotten debris, holding his ground while the mind reels to make sense of this.  He had noted all he faced, or so he’d believed, and this was not one of them, yet he hadn’t seen this man’s approach either...so where had he come from?  What was he -- how is it he came to be?  All are questions racing, yet they all stop suddenly with the echoic voice addressing him, or merely commenting on the situation.  What is lucky about any of this?

Regardless, the strangeness of it earns a jolt, subtle to the core, surfacing as a mere jerk of his head.  Beneath the hood, brows raise, golden eyes scanning every inch of the image before him, as though it would grant some sort of answers to the numerous questions he now has.

What is he looking at?   Ah, but of course, he must be a mere man, nothing more!  Perhaps weariness is merely getting the better of him, making him see such oddities in an otherwise normal -- or, fairly normal, as his manner of dress is certainly...unusual, though that is easily dismissed.  This is just a man.  Of that, he is certain...and he knows how best to deal with those.

     "A bold assumption,                  considering I've yet to decide what to do with you."

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Little Things I need in my RPing life, at some point:

One day soon I will officially write up my verses (somebody kick my lazy butt into gear please), but basically, in those threads/verses that have Altaïr interacting with folks from the other games and modern times, a) obviously, he’s alive and well, and b) he’s serving as an emissary from the Levantine Brotherhood. 

For a job like that, he should be relatively well-versed in the language of wherever it is he’s going.  He’ll have to converse with the other Assassins, at some point, perhaps even with citizens, as well, and Arabic may not be in their knowledge pool–however, it does not necessarily require him to be entirely fluent in their language.  Fluency takes a long time, and while again, he’ll ensure he has a decent working knowledge of the language, he probably does not have the time to be 100% fluent prior to his arrival.

So: 

Give me someone helping to fill in the blanks and teach him the pieces he doesn’t know. 

Give me someone dropping phrases or words in front of him that leave him completely confused at the time it’s said, and he plays it cool for a while, but later on, he seeks out whomever he’s most comfortable with and asks them, “What does….(tries to remember and correctly re-pronounce whatever he’d heard)…mean?”. 

Give me him using the wrong word/phrase that has a native speaker staring at him like “….what the hell did you just say???” until it sinks in that oh, right, you probably didn’t know .  Give me friends using the knowledge that he’s not 100% fluent for evil (think that scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding).

Or, on the flip side, let him hear someone speaking Arabic (the maxim, for instance; or, like…ordering food, or maybe just trying some words/phrases/etc. as nothing more than an attempt at bonding with him), watch him wince a little and eventually shoot back with something along the lines of, “Your accent is terrible”.  Teasing, of course.  And then, have him teach them. 

Double points if it’s in exchange for their efforts with him.

I live for little things like this, p l e a s e.

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AU: detroit become human (because love us, we've missed you

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it - accepting

I’m so behind on stuff that I still haven’t made it all the way through DBH which means I’m in the process of learning more about it, buuuuuut I do have a couple headcanons for a verse already. So, I’ll give you 2.5/5, and get a better understanding of wtf is going on in DBH (whether I get all the way through it first or bother y’all with questions and ideas and whatnot), I’ll make a post for the verse because gdi i missed you guys too and wanna write with all y’all~ <3

Speak to Altair on the topic of android deviancy, and one will find a man who seemingly believes it is a threat to human safety, a threat that must be extinguished quickly, lest the problem spread beyond control.  Like a plague, of sorts.  As far as he is concerned, those deviants that are a danger to innocents should be put down immediately, by whatever means necessary—-which is also the way to deal with humans who pose a similar threat.  And he has gotten damn good at dealing with both.   

In other words, human or android, doesn’t matter.  They’re judged similarly in his eyes.

He is well-aware that not all deviants are looking to cause harm, that they’re merely grasping for rights and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.  He also knows (as well as he can, at least) the threats they face for such an endeavor. It’s those deviants –the peaceful (or fairly peaceful; nothing wrong with fighting back in self defense, after all) ones that still show respect for innocent human life– who, if they ask the right people, will find safe harbor with him, should they have need of it. 

I don’t know if that’s enough to start out but???? I’d actually really like to work on this verse and make it an official thing because I really wanna write with y’all again omg, but hey if you don’t mind me learning as we go, I’m down to jump in~!

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

[mahariela]

▸Games played in 2019: Assassin’s Creed

[arsuf]

“Well fought, Assassin! It seems God favors your cause this day.” “God had nothing to do with it. I was the better fighter.”

[bohemianwaif-gypsysoul]