#macbeth rp

[witch1nghour]

𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕   ﹔   various  sentence  starters   (   platonic/romantic/antagonistic/etc   )  from   THE TRAGEDIE OF MACBETH   (   1623   )   .  please   , like   or reblog   if   you   plan   on   using   .   don’t   claim   as   your   own   .   content   warning   :   tw   .   part one.

when  shall  we  three  meet  again?

the  battle's  lost  and  won.

upon  the  heath.

fair  is  foul,  and  foul  is  fair.

what  bloody  man  is  that?

dismayed  not  this  our  captain?

I cannot tell—I  am  faint.  my  gashes  cry  for  help.

who  comes  here?

what  a  haste  looks  through  his  eyes!

point  against  point,  rebellious  arm  'against  arm.

where  hast  thou  been?

so  foul  and  fair  a  day  I  have  not  seen.

why  do  you  start  and  seem  to  fear  things  that  do  sound  so  fair?

are  you  fantastical?

not  so  happy,  yet  much  happier.

were  such  things  here  as  we  do  speak  about?

your  children  shall  be  kings.

the  king  hath  happily  received  the  news  of  thy  success.

what,  can  the  devil  speak  true?

why  do  you  dress  me  in  borrowed  robes?

treasons  capital,  confessed  and  proved,  have  overthrown  him.

the  greatest  is  behind.

do  you  not  hope  your  children  shall  be  kings?

 if chance will have me king, why, chance may  crown me.

he  was  a  gentleman  on  whom  I  built  an  absolute  trust.

let  me  enfold  thee  and  hold  thee  to  my  heart.

they  have  more  in  them  than  mortal  knowledge.

hail  king  that  shalt  be.

my  dearest  partner  of  greatness.

lay  it  to  thy  heart,  and  farewell.

I  fear  thy  nature.

i fear thy nature; it is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness.

look  like  the  innocent  flower,  but  be  the  serpent  under't.

you  shall  put  this  night's  great  business  into  my  dispatch.

how  now!  what  news?

hath  he  ask'd  for  me?

we  will  proceed  no  further  in  this  business.

screw  your  courage  to  the  sticking-place,  and  we'll  not  fail.

false  face  must  hide  what  the  false  heart  doth  know.

hold,  take  my  sword.  there's  husbandry  in  heaven.

give  me  my  sword.

is  this  a  dagger  which  i  see  before  me?

i  have  done  the  deed.  didst  thou  not  hear  a  noise?

i  am  afraid  to  think  what  i  have  done.

what  three  things  does  drink  especially  provoke?

is  it  known  who  did  this  more  than  bloody  deed?

was  it  not  yesterday  we  spoke  together?

your  spirits  shine  through  you.

so  full  of  scorpions  is  my  mind.

it  will  have  blood;  they  say,  blood  will  have  blood.

come,  let's  make  haste;  she'll  soon  be  back  again.

how  did  you  dare  to  trade  and  traffic  with  name  In  riddles  and  affairs  of  death?

double,  double  toil  and  trouble;  fire  burn,  and  cauldron  bubble.

i  commend  your  pains;  and  every  one  shall  share  in  the  gains.

by  the  pricking  of  my  thumbs,  something  wicked  this  way  comes.

i  conjure  you,  by  that  which  you  profess,  however  you  come  to  know  it,  answer  me.

cheer  we  up  his  sprites  and  show  the  best  of  our  delights.

what  had  he  done,  to  make  him  fly  the  land?

our  fears  do  make  us  traitors.

what  is  a  traitor?

let  grief  convert  to  anger;  blunt  not  the  heart,  enrage  it.

[gruadh]

𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞   𝐨𝐟   𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 .   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥   𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞   𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 .       ───       ind.  priv.  𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐎𝐂𝐇   𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍   𝐁𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐄 ,   based   on   11th   century   scottish   history .     est.   july   2021 .     loved   by   kaia .

[grayjoy15]

Slow and steady, guys… I am doing my very best

[ancientcitylullaby]

I don’t fear death anymore so have some 11th Century Extended Cinematic Universe memes

[damndspot]

out   damned  spot,    OUT  I   SAY :     one,   two,  why   then,  tis   time  to  do   it.     HELL   IS   MURKY.     fie,   my  lord,  fie!   a  solider,   and  afeard?    WHAT    NEED   WE   FEAR —  WHO   KNOWS  IT ?  when   none  can   call   our  power  to   account   it.  .   .   .  YET   WHO   WOULD   HAVE   THOUGHT   —   (   the  old   man  to  have  had   so   much   blood   in   him.   ) 

headcanon  based   LADY  MACBETH    of  shakespeare’s   macbeth.  not  affiliated  with  any  prior  productions.  murdered  by  bean.  promo  credit.

[jens-holland]

r... romantine for the ship asks

HHHHH LET’S GO

when I started shipping it:

LIKE NOT EVEN TWO WEEKS AGO??? NO JOKE

my thoughts:

THEY ARE A MACBANQUO LEVEL PAIR

MACBANQUO LEVEL GUYS

I fucking love them,,,

what makes me happy:

Romy just needed a companion.... and he and Costas were so good for each other,,,, they fell in love when I don’t think either of them thought it would last,,, but it did,,,

what makes me sad:

COSTAS’S BROTHERS MURDERED ROMY

COSTAS HAS TO LIVE A WHOLE DECADE WITHOUT ROMY

AND THEN HE’S BLINDED TO MAKE THINGS EVEN MORE DEPRESSING

fanfic things:

there are Romantine fanfics?? 👀👀👀

if only...

who I’d be comfortable with them ending up with if not each other:

Romy and his wife Helena. that’s all I got

Costas had a wife too, but I feel like they were mlm/wlw solidarity

happily ever after for them:

Romy lives out his days as emperor, Costas by his side (Zoe’s just chillin, don’t worry about her). Argyrosa and Michael V are there too because hnsgdkdgkd don’t separate father and daughter or uncle and nephew,,,

also let Costas worry about the important war things. I’m sorry Romy, but you have no clue what you’re doing, you’ve been a judge your whole life

big spoon/little spoon:

rp!canon Romy is the little spoon—

favorite non-sexual activity:

STAR GAZING

these are my star gazers

also walks through the gardens

[funky-sea-cryptid]

macbeth rp gothic

Murder is not the question. Murder is the answer, but how can you continue onward? Can you sleep at night? 

The memory of your half-brother continues to haunt you. Every time you turn the corner you see it. Sometimes you feel like it watches you too. When it disappears, you don’t know whether to be relieved or scared. 

There is a man who never ages. He stays as time passes and jokes about kings long dead as if he knew them personally. He was alive before you were born and will live on after you die. 

You’re not the oldest child, and you’re not the youngest. You are easy to forget and it seems like everyone else has forgotten you too. 

You were dead once. You’ve come back at a cost, though you don’t know what it is. You replay your final moments over and over in your mind. Sometimes your heartbeat stops. You are much too cold. 

There is no sense of freedom when anyone can come back from the dead. You wait until the other shoe drops with bated breath, knowing you can’t protect yourself from what’s to come, and your only defense is to cry.

You’re responsible for the suffering of people who aren’t supposed to be back upon this earth. You can see it on their faces. They do not want to be here. Sometimes you don’t either. 

When you find your nephew’s body, his face is frozen in fear. You wonder how long it took for him to drown. You hope it was painless, but you know it wasn’t. You are incapable of saving anyone you love. 

There is the ever present threat that your body is not your own. That one day you could wake up and everyone would know what you are and what happened to you. That they’d say you told them but you don’t remember saying a word. 

The world has moved on without you. And you are still young. And you are still dead. 

Your adoptive sister grows, and you still don’t age. It seems like yesterday she was four years old and unburdened. And now she is an adult, and one day she will be older than you. You are not ready for that, yet.

Will you ever be forgiven? 

You are the loudest child. You’ve gotten to where you are by causing trouble and you aren’t going to stop, even if it kills you. It just might.

All the potions and spells and magic in the world won’t let you forget what your future is. Nothing will ever let you forget you are a time bomb and are destined to end everything you love. You put a cap on your magic and put backup plans in place in the hope that you will die before the world ends.  

Your boyfriend walks in his sleep. He looks through his own things and talks to himself. It was easy to ignore at first, but now it is starting to get concerning. 

Everyone you love has died except for one. You want to protect him but you are still scared that love is what kills people.

“I love you” is not a reassurance, as much as you’d wish it is. Nothing can undo what you’ve done. You can apologize and swear love as much as you’d like but no one has forgiven you and you know it. 

[ladykilled-blog1]

                                OUT  DAMNED  SPOT  !

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