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this is now an archive. you can find the new blog @astrancva.

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y’girl is fuckin’ feral right now.

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The Cassidy/ Frost Family ft. Emma Frost-Cassidy, Sean Cassidy, Theresa Cassidy, Callum Frost, Nathan Cassidy, and Sandra Cassidy.

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𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒  ( 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 )

part two of prompts pulled from taylor swift’s newest album, midnights. a few prompts might have been split up to make more sense in a rp sense, but most remain unchanged. enjoy <3

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

i wanted that pain.

he wanted a bride.

he stayed the same.

my town was a wasteland.

i broke his heart ‘cause he was nice.

i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted.

he never thinks of me, except for when i’m on tv

i guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted.

i never think of him, except on midnights like this.

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍…? 

we had one thing going on.

i swear that it was something.

i don’t remember who i was before you.

i just may like some explanations.

can i ask you a question?

did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?

what did you do?

did you leave her house in the middle of the night?

did you wish you’d put up more of a fight?

do you wish you could still touch her?

it’s just a question!

i just may like to have a conversation.

you’re still with her?

that’s nice, i’m sure that’s what’s suitable.

𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 

draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man.

you did some bad things, but i’m the worst of them.

sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie.

they say looks can kill, and i might try.

lately i’ve been dressing for revenge.

i don’t start shit, but i can tell you how it ends.

don’t get sad. get even.

she needed cold hard proof, so i gave her some.

where you think she got it from?

picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife.

she looks so pretty, driving in your benz.

she don’t start shit, but she can tell you how it ends.

ladies always rise above.

ladies know what people want.

the lady simply had enough

he was doing lines, and crossing all of mine.

someone told his white collar crimes to the fbi.

i’m on my vigilante shit again.

𝐁𝐄𝐉𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃 

i think i’ve been a little too kind.

didn’t notice you walkin’ all over my peace of mind.

putting someone first only works when you’re in their top five.

by the way, i’m going out tonight.

when i walk in the room, i can still make the whole place shimmer

familiarity breeds contempt.

i polish up real nice.

i think i’ve been too good of a girl.

did all the extra credit, then got graded on a curve.

i think it’s time to teach some lessons.

i made you my world, have you heard?

you can try to change my mind, but you might have to wait in line.

𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇

it only hurts this much right now.

i’ll be getting over you my whole life.

you know how scared i am of elevators.

uh oh, i’m falling in love.

oh no, i’m falling in love again.

i thought the plane was going down…

how’d you turn it right around?

you would break your back to make me break a smile.

you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back.

everybody just expects me to bounce back.

you know how much i hate it.

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song of achilles rp starters  

@astrancva​ asked:                     ❝  you smile, and your face is like the sun.  ❞

             HIS  ARMS      cradle  teddy .  his  son      his  son     ,  and  the  joy  on  his  face ,  in  his  soul ,  is  unmistakable .  arielle  is  asleep  in  the  room ,  taking  a  much - deserved  rest  while  he  and  eliot  stand  out  in  the  main  room ,  the  baby  asleep  in  his  arms .  his  eyes  lift  to  eliot ,  something  going  even  warmer  there  at  his  comment .  

            ❝    i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  been  so  happy  as  right  now ,  el .  i - -  i’m  a  dad .    ❞  he  pulls  himself  closer  to  eliot ,  to  his  side ,  shoulder  pressing  gently  to  the  other  man’s  ribs .  ❝    we’re  parents ,  el …  like  actually  for  real  parents .    ❞  and  if  there  are  tears  stinging  his  eyes ,  a  joy  so  bright  that  it’s  tinged  with  sadness ,  who  is  to  say . 

A warmth fills him to the core whenever he watches Quentin with their children. It feels both so strange and so right.  It’s something Eliot never thought he would have for himself. Or even want. Everything in his life had been so fucked and it never seemed like a good idea. But now, here with Quentin of all people, it feels like it has all fallen into place.

Eliot smiles and presses a kiss to the top of Quentin’s head. He takes a breath, his eyes falling shut. “I love you, Q.” Saying those words feels so new and yet like a comfortable old sweater. Something he’s always felt. “I didn’t think I would live to have something like this.”

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&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  a  mix  of  angst,  fluff,  and  plot  focused  dialogue  prompts  in  the  form  of  questions.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ what are you listening to? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ did it hurt? ❜

❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜

❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ don’t you know what you mean to me? ❜

❛ will i see you again? ❜

❛ are you comfy? ❜

❛ do you promise? ❜

❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜

❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜

❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜

❛ do you want to share this? ❜

❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ like what you see? ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ are you happy here with me? ❜

❛ sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜

❛ do you want my jacket? ❜

❛ how are you still alive? ❜

❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

❛ how does it feel to be in love? ❜

❛ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong? ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ isn’t this amazing? ❜

❛ did you miss me? ❜

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜

❛ am i worth so little to you? ❜

❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜

❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ well, how do i look? ❜

❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ you don’t know who i am, do you? ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜

❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ have you come to laugh at me? ❜

❛ will you still look at me like you do now? ❜

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Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

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Eliot Waugh | 01x01 Unauthorized Magic

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@fvckingmagic​ // e. waugh and q. coldwater // ❝  do you hear me? please, say something.  ❞

Something had gone terribly wrong with the casting and it had, quite literally, blown up in his face. Eliot might have felt embarrassed if he wasn’t currently laid out flat on the ground with his head ringing.

There are sounds, muffled voices that he’s pretty sure belong to his friends but they all blended together in a really fucking weird way. A hand on his shoulder. Someone shaking him and he manages to open his eyes, squinting at the figure backlit by the sun.

There’s laughter, a giggle that he thinks is really inappropriate given the fact that he was knocked on his ass.

(He doesn’t realize that HE is the one laughing.)

“Are you the prince coming to wake up Sleeping Beauty?” he croaks out.

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song of achilles rp starters

by madeline miller. i altered some quotes so they fit better  ♡

❝  i saw then how i had changed.  ❞ ❝  name one hero who was happy — you can’t.  ❞ ❝  i feel like i could eat the world raw.  ❞ ❝  you are half my soul, as the poets say.  ❞ ❝  i have no need to forgive you. you cannot offend me.  ❞ ❝  i do not fear ridicule. i never have.  ❞ ❝  you have always trusted so easily; you have had so little in your life to fear or suspect.  ❞ ❝  do you hear me? please, say something.  ❞ ❝  your face is like quicksilver, always racing to something new. you unsettle me.  ❞ ❝  you do not give things up so easily now as you once did.  ❞ ❝  now i know how to make you follow me everywhere.  ❞ ❝  i would know your face in dark or disguise. i would know it even in madness.  ❞ ❝  there is no law that gods must be fair.  ❞ ❝  i have never seen anyone fight the way you do.  ❞ ❝  our dead come for their vengeance regardless of witnesses.  ❞ ❝  the sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin.  ❞ ❝  when you die, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with you.  ❞ ❝  you were always better with words than i.  ❞ ❝  i will never leave you. it will be this, always, for as long as you will let me.  ❞ ❝  you smile, and your face is like the sun.  ❞ ❝  i thought you were — something. you do not — you do not move like a human.  ❞ ❝  do you want to walk up to the woods?  ❞ ❝  you can’t be very wounded if you can stand for so long.  ❞ ❝  there are no bargains between lion and men. i will kill you and eat you raw.  ❞ ❝  we are like gods at the dawning of the world.  ❞ ❝  nothing could eclipse the stain of this dirty, mortal mediocrity.  ❞ ❝  i yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where i can rest.  ❞ ❝  those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all.  ❞ ❝  you seem utterly unaware of your effect on the people around you.  ❞ ❝  it was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. it was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came.  ❞ ❝  you are a weapon, a killer. do not forget it.  ❞ ❝  i have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it — in such a way did i learn to live beside the rushing torrent of my doom.  ❞ ❝  if you have to go, you know i will go with you.  ❞ ❝  there is no one like you.  ❞ ❝  we have given each other wounds, but they are not mortal.  ❞ ❝  and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.  ❞ ❝  who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? it is enough to watch you win.  ❞ ❝  do not let what you have gained this day be so easily lost.  ❞ ❝  you have killed them and taken your vengeance. it is enough.  ❞ ❝  no man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.  ❞ ❝  strange that such a small kindness feels like grace.  ❞ ❝  you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.  ❞ ❝  i cannot bear to see you grieving.  ❞ ❝  i remember little more than scattered images from my life then.  ❞ ❝  i would recognize you by touch alone, by smell; i would know you blind, by the way your breaths came and your feet struck the earth. i would know you in death, at the end of the world.  ❞ ❝  i see a dozen men here ready to leap on each other’s throats.  ❞ ❝  in my land a bow is marked as the weapon of cowards.  ❞ ❝  you may still make a good person.  ❞ ❝  you don’t bother to threaten me, yet. i should be worth threatening.  ❞ ❝  the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back.  ❞ ❝  i hoped that you would come.  ❞ ❝  the voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad.  ❞ ❝  i have weathered the anger of gods before.  ❞ ❝  i thought of how many nights i had lain awake in this room, loving you in silence.  ❞ ❝  there is nothing in the world i want more than to know what you had not said.  ❞ ❝  you will never gain fame from your fighting. does this surprise you?  ❞ ❝  my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse: i wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief.  ❞ ❝  i will not cry in front of you.  ❞ ❝  listen to me. you go too far in this. i will not be able to protect you.  ❞ ❝  there is no honor in betraying your friends.  ❞ ❝  i’m afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt.  ❞ ❝  i promised myself that if i ever saw you again, i would keep my thoughts behind my eyes.  ❞ ❝  i did not want you to see my fear, though normally we kept nothing from each other.  ❞ ❝  gods and mortals never mix happily in our stories.  ❞ ❝  you will be dead soon enough.  ❞ ❝  you are destroying yourself. you will not be loved for this, you will be hated, and cursed.  ❞ ❝  you left yourself today. and now you are returned.  ❞ ❝  you are a better person than i.  ❞ ❝  whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have.  ❞ ❝  you have looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity i do not know.  ❞ ❝  my life is my reputation. it is all i have.  ❞ ❝  may i give you some advice? if you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind.  ❞ ❝  what are you thinking about?  ❞ ❝  even the boldest of people would whisper a prayer if they brushed against me.  ❞ ❝  the keen edge of my envy was like flint, a spark away from fire.  ❞ ❝  do you think we fight hopeless wars?  ❞ ❝  it is strange, that you would speak against betrayal.  ❞ ❝  if every soldier killed only those who’d personally offended him, we’d have no wars at all.  ❞ ❝  no one has ever tried to take something from me.  ❞ ❝  stay behind me.  ❞ ❝  will you help me put the rest of my armor on?  ❞ ❝  your face is blank and barren, like another language, impenetrable.  ❞ ❝  i am here because i believe that we will win. i am staying until the end.  ❞ ❝  your presence is like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore.  ❞ ❝  he is not worthy of you. he never has been.  ❞ ❝  will you tell me who hurt you?  ❞ ❝  it is like a nightmare; i expect, each moment, to wake to relief. but there is no waking.  ❞ ❝  i do not need to prove myself to you. to any of you.  ❞ ❝  you have always thought too much of yourself.  ❞ ❝  some men gain glory after they die, while others fade.  ❞ ❝  even here, behind the darkness of my eyelids, i cannot name the thing i hope for.  ❞ ❝  our joy is so bright we can see nothing else but the other.  ❞ ❝  you have a tender heart. an admirable quality, surely.  ❞ ❝  you are spring, golden and bright. envious death would drink your blood, and grow young again.  ❞ ❝  i will not be the raven on your shoulder all the time, predicting gloom.  ❞ ❝  you look different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight.  ❞ ❝  when there is greed, there is hope.  ❞ ❝  i could have told you more, of the dreams that leave me bleary and bloodshot, the almost-screams that scrape my throat as i swallow them down.  ❞ ❝  you are angry, and not without reason.  ❞ ❝  you feel mislead; you were promised victory.  ❞ ❝  you know, it’s funny; i keep thinking i’ve seen you before.  ❞

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There are two people Eliot loves with all his heart and soul. Margo was love from the start. Quentin took more time.

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We loved each other for a really, really long time

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Anyway, I haven’t been here for a minute because I’ve been reorganizing, but someone said “The Magicians” and it brought me to life. So Eliot Waugh is being added here.

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YALL. Sometimes I’m HILARIOUS:

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Not Romeo and Juliet (but the end will be the same)

(under the cut is the beginning of a dumb Teen Wolf fic I had intended to write and like all things lost motivation. But I putting it here for posterity. It’s Peter Hale/Chris Argent)

Peter Hale was seventeen when he met a boy who wore the scent of gun oil and wolfsbane on his skin like cologne. He knew who he was before he even opened his mouth to introduce himself to the class.

The Argents had rolled into Beacon Hills the month before, setting the local wolves on edge. The pups had been warned to steer clear of anyone named Argent and it didn’t escape Peter’s attention that his sister looked right at him when giving the warning.

Peter hadn’t known why until he saw the Argent boy standing in front of her class on the first day of school. Talia knew her brother too well. When their eyes locked, he felt a shock run down his spine.

The only thing he could think of in that moment was mine.

The teacher instructed Christopher to take the empty seat behind Mr Hale and Peter could see the look turn to ice. In that moment, Peter knew that Christopher knew who he was and just who his family was.

And, Peter knew for certain that he didn’t give a fuck who he was and if his skin smelled of gun oil and wolfsbane. Peter wanted him and Peter knew how to get what he wanted.

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