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ENCHANTED APRIL SENTENCE STARTERS.

taken from the 1991 film, an adaptation of the 1922 novel by elizabeth von arnim. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

“it seems so wonderful and it's such a miserable day.”

“it’s not worth wasting one’s time thinking about.” 

“i don’t suppose that means much to you. sometimes it doesn’t mean much to me, either.”

“you look as though you wanted it as much as i do.” 

“you look so beautiful and so sad.” 

“if you wish for something hard enough, it happens.”  

“but no one will know I’m there even if i am.”

“have you ever seen things in a kind of flash before they happen?” 

“i’m sure it must be wrong to be good for so long you become miserable.”

“i can see you’ve been good for years, and you aren’t happy.”

“i’ve been doing things for other people since i was a little girl, and i don’t believe i’m loved any better.” 

“you must believe I’ve never spoken to anyone like this in my life.”

“i don’t know what’s come over me.” 

“you should have been there, my dear. i missed you.”

“that’s rather a depressing thought.” 

“god must know an awful lot. why doesn’t he do something?” 

“there’s something immoral about all this.”

“all i wish to do is sit in the shade and remember better times and better men.”

“i hope you’re not in the habit of seeing dead people, however distinguished. it’s not in the best of taste.”

“i mean, we’re not businessmen, are we? they have to distrust each other.” 

“i want to just sit and not talk and not think.”

“well, it’s very wearing. everyone makes demands… especially men.” 

“you look lovely.” / “i know. thank you, name.” 

“we could both do with a change.”

“it really is the most extraordinary coincidence.”

“I’m afraid it’s all settled, name. i can’t go back on my word.” 

“do you suppose it’s all real?”

“were you ever in your whole life so happy?”

“i promised myself the first thing to happen in this place would be a kiss.”

“we were going to choose the nicest room for you.”

“we were going to make it pretty for you with lots of flowers.”

“you shouldn’t be so independent that people have no chance to be generous.”

“you know, i hadn’t realized you were so pretty.”

“you’re really quite lovely.” 

“i was just thinking about cuckoos for some reason.” 

“i suppose you realize we’ve got to heaven.”

“i intend to spend most of my time reading by myself.”

“you have the most interesting habit of answering a question with the same question.”

“if i can be left quiet for one month, forget things… i might be able to get myself straight.”

“i’ve wasted so much time being beautiful.”

“what she really wants is to be left alone.” 

“soon she won’t have to try… she’ll just be herself without trying.” 

“don’t worry about me. I’m just lying here thinking.” 

“then i have had all the trouble of coming out here for nothing.”

“we’ve just discovered it.” 

“why don’t you like us being here?”

“we just didn’t know about it, that’s all.”

“i’ve written and told him everything.”

“it would be mean not to share all this.”

“the important thing is to have lots of love about.”

“i had this obsession with justice, you see.”

“i’d like to stay here and think.” 

“that’s very imprudent and very improper.”

“have you noticed how difficult it is to be improper with no men about?” 

“it’s a good feeling, getting rid of things.”

“i want to love name, but not necessarily spend every night with him.”

“i haven’t felt this restless since i was a child.”

“it’s too absurd for someone my age.”

“i feel something is going to happen. but i won’t let it.” 

“it’s odd how one’s mind slips sideways in a place like this.”

“if you knew me, you’d know how strange it was.” 

“there’s no way back.”

“isn’t it beautiful here, name? the air is golden.”

“you’re here. that’s the important thing.”

“you’ve every right to be angry with me.”

“where else would you meet such interesting people?”

“i don’t want name worried in any way.”

“i like him. I didn’t think i would, but i do.” 

“all the advantages i was born with, and i’ve misused them.” 

“i have it all. why can’t i hold onto it?”

“you have a gift for happiness.”

“well, it’s like coming home.”

“i mean, well… i don’t know what i mean.”

“i’d believe any place you lived in would be exactly like you.” 

“isn’t it better to feel young somewhere than old everywhere?”

“oh, good gracious, child.”

“so you see, dear boy, you must stay here.” 

“it’s such a pretty story.”

“i thought you might be bored.”

“sweetheart… i’m so glad you came.”

“you’re right, name. it’s this place.”

“and i’m late on your very first evening. do forgive me.” 

“it’s a great thing to get on with one’s loving and not waste time.”

“she sees what we can’t see because she loves him.”

“oh, dear name, we must be friends forever and forever.”

“i couldn’t help noticing how miserable you seemed.”

“oh, what the devil. it’s too beautiful a night to be miserable.” 

“all my dead friends don’t seem worth reading tonight. they always say the same things, good things, but always the same.” 

“i’m tired of the dead. i want the living.” 

“thank you, my dear. i was feeling a little melancholy.” 

“it does seem that people can only be happy in pairs, all sorts of pairs.” / “then you and i will be a pair, name. we’re going to be very good friends.” 

“the roses are in love in the rose garden.”

“but that’s another story.”

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[guy who genuinely fucking loathes himself voice] well on account of my charming and endearing nature. Of course

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Assad Zaman as Anish Sengupta HOTEL PORTOFINO | 1.01

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𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲 , but she held him and HEATHCLIFF couldn't muster the energy to pull himself away ((partaking in avoidance on purpose , yet she still finds him ! )) it must mean something , let it mean something with his last ounce of desperate hope . ALTHOUGH CONFIRMATION HAS FINALIZED BY CHOICE , he cannot be blamed for wishing . Perhaps destined to be met with the only one he wishes to be perceived by , in those late haunting walks beneath the pale moonlight . HEATHCLIFF could not move in this moment , she had captured him in sight ... if only to mourn her as they were . (( as if last breath , memorise as if it were last sight ! )) Heavy was his heart of one - hundred pounds , it feels . CATHERINE holds him tightly , a rare breach of smile turns on him softly .

In her detail of reason , HEATHCLIFF could not tear his gaze from champagne skies . CATHERINE had left in such weather no less , darkened skies that would soon overcast with familiar storm . He had since then reeled over from the twisting depressions that made him sickly , the jealousy of all ! who sees her more than he , who the man is quick to say they are the underserved . he remains gentle , lightest touch lifting and brushing through long tresses . spoken with acid to tongue , exhilaration of understood minds ... it suffocates him how he's missed her . ❝ They're brainless , Cathy ... but of course we knew this , ❞ dreadful , as the man wills for more confirmation , steady upon his lips he bites his tongue .

[ ... ] nothing left to do when they both have heard it . next time was for wishing , hopeless wishing as he did now. this story that the girl has brought to him within lengths of travel in such weather is all that drives him mad . ball and chain adheres to his sinking state , a welcomed fate as he will choose no other . perhaps she's noticed the lack of him - though he could not bend much ! with or without her , it killed him all the same . HEATHCLIFF no longer smiles , withdrawn grasp settled to his pockets as his expression reads into forced acceptance . ❝ They may send for hounds , looking for their wonderful girl ... beneath champagne weather. This late hour , what will they do ... once made aware , ❞ that she has gone to him.

a moment's silence from STIFFENED DRESS, from those vile monsters that grabbed & pulled catherine into something civilized. stolen freedom coursing through veins as bare feet pound into the wet dirt, propelling her closer & closer toward her dark, not-so-secret secret. were even her love not growing in sight, so surely would she still dance away from those blondes who caged her, enticing feral mind with sparkling golds & china. she liked when he stood so still & frightening, visible disdain painting features catherine could trace again & again ( she would, too! covering damned psalms with an angels fearful frown! ) another reminder of their kinship: even viewed from afar, a vitriol that pushed the pair opposite their clan.

trust that she may FLOAT, the dirtied girl leaps into the air, crashing into the man with a far more human weight. half-hopeful the force may meld them together. it would do her well, be turned into some monster whose skin formed into his. do away with choice, once doomed couple now an inevitable singularity. but heathcliff increases their distance, which births a childish pout to bloom on bloodless lips. skeletal hands tighten their grip about his waistcoat, resisting an urge to drag him back closer.

 ❛ how they cried RAT when they saw it!   ❜ no sooner as the dreadful disposition formed did it break into laughter. a carefully placed moment of chaos: simple field mouse carried by delicate hands. brought in from the chilled air, & formed enough time for an UNACCOUNTED RUNAWAY.  ❛ you should have seen! i must warn you next time, so you may happen upon their sorry faces.   ❜ still, her laugher falls short at NEXT TIME. optimism a STRUGGLE to maintain in light of looming separation.

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ASSAD ZAMAN as Anish Sengupta — Hotel Portofino ◦ “Alliances”

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The smell of the air was perhaps different this evening. His hands were placed near his waistcoat while he leaned back against the stable doors. HIDING AWAY, grotesque imagination burdens his desire to be so far from company that feigns its welcome. Heathcliff wasn't proud, nor peacocking in ways eyes gazed down upon him. The talking ... all the talking, noise ... hammering and drowning, repetition of a broken record. flirtation with madness! although it all seemed small, didn't it? Comparison to all things that manifested itself into what was meant to be important, pushing off daughters as if there was nothing else. Forcing partners as if something greater and unseen had uttered all the wrong answers to those who acted its vessel. [eyes close with a bitter expression, deepened into a frown.] How much longer could he go like this where he must force NONCHALANCE, break himself down and deny what's there?

FRESH AIR quickly fills his lungs as he attempts his best form of relaxation. To fail over and over again, attempt to ground himself away from thoughts of her. [IF ITS WRONG AND CAN NEVER BE ... what was this feeling of goodness? endless sung praise!] Will it always be this lonely. Has he condemned himself for his hopeless fall? A darkened gaze chases the sun down the horizon. right along his erratic heart, the jump upon realization as she comes into view. AND SHE, how wonderfully so ... falls right into him. SURPRISE AND HEARTBREAK to see someone so beautiful- and to allow this small moment of a dream to wrap itself around them! His breath catches while holding her, an internal battle had been suppressed by his choice of selfishness.

CATHERINE COULD BE HIS, if only for a moment. Where might he have been otherwise, pity himself to death with a drink and allow himself to rot away on some bench. CONFUSION STILL TAKES HIM ON, moving from her just a fraction, now to look over her expression. [his own countenance fell into disconsolation.] "Catherine ..." HER NAME is all that floats between them. perhaps the exhaustion, rightful heart-break has found him speechless. A smile is pressed upon a pair of eyes that might have cried, his careful touch along the contour of her jaw. surely they knew their time was at its last grain of sand. "...What ceaseless adventure has brought me luck, as I see you now?"

@hauntedheathen  asked: ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms .

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ASSAD ZAMAN as Dr Anish Sengupta HOTEL PORTOFINO (2022)

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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❖ 𝑰𝑵 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑲𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬 [ ... ] a revenant is a spirit or animated corpse that is believed to have been revived from death to haunt the living.

private + selective retelling of HEATHCLIFF inspired by the pages of EMILY BRONTE'S wuthering heights. other pieces of media are highly influenced to this portrayal, as it will delve into the nature and world experienced by him. scripted by renée. seasian. she/her, 25+. [ ... ] this world deals with the struggles within social class, poverty, discrimination of 19th century socialism. proceed with caution, as this is considered to be a mature blog. rules under the cut. divergence will be talked about soon!

heavy introspection on mental illness, struggles of existence, etc. a study on tragedy and revenge, scorned love and turn to pure madness ... generational curses, alcoholism, broken love, birds of a feather, the misunderstood, the mad poet: the man who could not go on. the one who is never enough.

mains: other:

 the rewriting of Heathcliff fits into gothic horror settings . after starvation that led into his death , he did not die with a light heart . Heathcliff's jealousy and rage manifested into a violent entity that haunts human lives . takes the appearance of an angry ghoul , sometimes will possess corpses and/or attempt human vessels to exact his revenge . due to his death by starvation , many will feel an uncomfortable almost painful hunger within his presence . it also serves as an indicator that he's near .

[  001  ]  i'm going to keep things lowkey here , but basically BASIC RP ETTIQUITE IS EXPECTED. any form of hate, bigotry or nonsense will not be tolerated, at this point I feel it's pretty stark on what that entails. any form of racism, anti-semitic, ableism, aggressive posting / duplicate bashing, vaguing , petty callout posts ( there's a difference between informing the rpc on a problematic person and fueling drama. ) any gross behavior , please do not bring any of it to my blog. I will also often remove myself from things that make me uncomfortable and soft/block for my comfort. if i do unfollow i always softblock , please do not approach me asking why.

[  002  ]  based on the vibe and whether or not i feel like using icons , i may or may not. I use small font with double space , sometimes regular font depending on what i'm feeling. i primarily write in third person , am not against anyone writing in first person , literally do what you want it's super chill here. i exclusively use beta editor, please use it. I prefer not to respond to super tiny / high aesthetically formatted things because it's just not friendly to users who have problems with eye - strain , etc. [  003  ]  THE EASIEST WAY TO WRITE W ME: is to continue prompts i've answered , turning them into threads. or alternatively, I will reblog anything you answer as a thread if muse strikes. spam me with memes / prompts! i always say this but , there's no expiration date to anything i reblog. if you want to interact , sending memes is the easiest way. i like to keep a small following , focusing on a dash with those who i can see myself writing with, which means I won't always follow back. this is not meant to be taken as serious as it sounds, i just genuinely cannot write with everyone , i hope you understand. i can sometimes be slow with replies. if i owe, i truly don't mind being reminded.

[ 004 ] THIS IS VERY MUCH A MATURE BLOG. it delves into the social class of the 19th century onward, discrimination and racism will be themes that fall against HEATHCLIFF as a character. i will always tag heavy topics, but i won't remove these experiences from my interpretation as they heavily change and determine the way his entire structure and world falls apart. on the note of ambiguity that has been considered an argument: HEATHCLIFF is not a White Briton, nor will that ever come into discussion on this blog. He was adopted into a well off family, has always been described with dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin. in reference to being regarded to a derogatory term i won't use but is (Lashkar, originated from the Arabic word al-'Askir) in referencing south asian seafarers.

[  005  ]  shipping isn't necessary to write with me, however i'm always open to the idea of different ships, as well as platonic connections. ADDITIONALLY, i can't ship instantly even if we're writing muses that have a connection. i'm heavily plot based and that includes shipping. i prefer to talk about our muses in depth before considering whether or not the chemistry is there. HEATHCLIFF is not mentally well and i can hardly consider anything would be considered healthy, however i am down to plot things out!

  006  ]  :  MAINS.  i will state that i obviously will have a preference for writers that i plot with/write with frequently, but uncertain on having exclusives because i like to write with a variety depending on how things play out. this blog will contain affiliates, which simply means my blog is affiliated around certain muse(s) does not mean exclusive , it just means they hold priority to plots, replies, etc.