𝖫𝖨𝖥𝖵𝖠𝖭𝖠 𝖴𝖫𝖥𝖴𝖱.

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happy 2k19 , let’s get this grain

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  *      /      demijn‌   !

         ❛❛    good .    it    means    you’re    just    as    easily    swayed    as    everyone    else    out    there .    ❜❜    kaz    looks    out    the    window    to    the    canal    below ,    holds    his    silence    as    tightly    as    he    does    his    cane .    he’ll    give    matthias    credit ,    though :    he’s    taking    all    of     this    quite    well .    ❛❛    but    humor    me :    what    DO    demons    look    like    to    you    fjerdans ,   helvar ?    I    doubt    most    of    them    bother    to    DRESS    UP    before    they    terrorize    the    minds     and     spirits    of    the    feeble .    ❜❜

      EYES  LINGER  ON    the cane, watching his fingers tighten, even within the gloves.  your mind wanders to the children stories you would hear from the soldiers around you.  how they mentioned what their mothers would tell them before bed.  the only adult you had ever never treated you as a child.  you were a soldier from the moment brum found you.       ❛   everyone seems to have their own ideas, from what i’ve heard.  i always assumed they look like you and me.  easier to trick people.   ❜      glaciers move away from the other, trying to recall the stories brum would tell you.  all you could seem to remember were war stories and training.

[belladoesrpmeme]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference!     TRIGGER WARNING:   N/A.

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

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fastest way to make me cry is have me talk about matthias killing that wolf in hellgate and how he wanted to die afterwards

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  *      /      @demijn   !

      MUMBLES  LEAVE  YOUR    lips as you shake your head.  you wonder how you’ve ended up here, in this group, the head a    demjin    doing whatever needed to get what he wanted.       ❛   everything you say leads me to believe you’re a bigger demon than before.   ❜

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    whom wants a starter  ?

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  *      /      drussje‌   !

          ❝    matthias   …  ❞    she  drags  out     each  syllable  of  his  name  like  a  sudden  lullaby  ,  her  fingertips  intertwined  behind  her  back  as  she  leans  slightly  over  his  shoulder  to  inspect  what   he’s  working  on.    her  focus  would  gently  turn  to  the  boy’s  features   ,  his  hair  that  seemed  to  have  started  growing  again  framing  the  firm  look  he  got  from  his  stay  at  hellgate   (     she  was  still  unable  to  detach  herself  from  the  guilt  ,  for  not  finding  him  sooner   )     but  his  eyes  now  carried  the  softness  she  adored  so  much   ,  it  reminded  her  of  snowy  days  in  ravka   ,  the  way  the  little  palace  glimmered.  it  made  her  feel  safe   &.  at  home.   a  small  smile  coloured  her  lips  as  the  grisha  tilted  her  head  slightly  to  the  side.  ❝   what  are  you  doing   ?    ❞  

@trasskelle

      HAIRS  PRICKLE  AGAINST    the back of your neck.  sometimes you wonder how she has the power she has over you.  fingers, previously careful and graceful against the rifle, now tumble of their own accord.  a huff of air slips from your lips as you let your attention turn to her.  it’s what she wanted after all.       ❛   well, i was doing some maintenance.  not anymore, of course.   ❜      blue hues study hers, a small smile forming upon your lips.  it still feels almost abnormal.  you had become used to the frown gracing your features.  since she had come back into your life, that had changed.  with little sound, you manage to place your legs are either side of her, one hand finding hers, thumb moving softly against her skin.       ❛   what are you doing  ?   ❜

[lizzie-mcguire]

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how the fuck does one look at a handsome ass baby you created and confidently say “he’s middle name will be benedik”

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nina sits cross-legged with a soft hum escaping her lips as she braids his hair gently.

      𝖫𝖨𝖯𝖲  𝖢𝖴𝖱𝖫  𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖫𝖸    as her fingers brush against your scalp.  you berate yourself for the time you spent hating her.  she would give her life to save you   ;   and she had.  a calloused hand finds her covered leg, thumb brushing ever so gently against the cloth.  you wonder if trassel would have liked nina   ;   they have so much in common, you’re sure they’d get along just fine.  as much as you try not to, your mind drifts to the wolf who once tried to take your arm.  a small laugh slips from your lips.  you have no doubt they’d get along great.      ❛    you are braiding my hair, right  ?  please tell me you’re not just tangling it.    ❜      /      @drussje.

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        THE ICE DOES NOT FORGIVE.

matthias helvar from six of crows      /      adored strongly by anya.

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so because i’m a pain in the ass, i’m going to be using a mix of danish and icelandic language for fjerdan, keeping only the words that have been translated in the novels