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i usually hate being touched (in most forms) but this art makes me want him to claw at my face. without drawing blood of course.

spooky spooky fala, a bit late but i love this

spooky

its up to interpretation which rafal this is

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so uh i have this little headcanon where Rafal is mostly calm but when he screams he shatters eardrums in the vicinity, like people go "wtf is wrong, is someone getting murdered??" and it's just Rafal reacting to something.

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Excerpt for that one fic oneshot

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He came closer, trying to talk over her. She bristled. Some things never changed: he still saw her as a little girl. A scared one, at that. "When you learned about death for the first time, you cried. You said you couldn't bear to see me dead. Have you changed? Do you not want an immortal father?" She refused to give him the satisfaction of a response. He wants you to feel guilty, her gut told her.

"And every day I saw you at home, laughing or reading or just living, I knew I couldn't see you die. My daughters would be the ones to come out on top in that prophecy. Adela never wanted to be specific, but I just knew it had to be my children. Rhian tried to take everything else. He was planning to kill you and Marina. Can you not see that?"

"He wasn't. He may be ambitious to an insane level, but he wasn’t deranged enough to murder his niece. He would have nothing to gain from it. Marina is dead anyway. I feel like I died too that day. Your daughter is dead. Both of them are. You have no children left, Rafal."

He blinked, a trifle surprised. "I see how it is. You disown me now, do you? For whom? Who will you turn to, now that you cast me away? Tedros? Him?" His eyes darted to Midas.

"I don't want to be with anyone who refuses to love."

At this, Rafal became defensive. "I loved my brother, but he betrayed me. I loved my own children. I can be many things, but not completely incapable of love."

"Grief is a part of love, and that seems to be one line you simply refuse to cross. You just care about protecting yourself more than anyone else. Look at the insane amount of horrible things you've done after Marina died. Do you think she seriously wanted that from you? Do you believe she’s watching this with pure joy in her heart?"

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so so so this far fetched story fanfic where Rafal's daughter protects her cousins and realizes that her "good" dad had done some evil shit and he's also a sadist and egotistical but also maybe he really loves her so it's hard for her to kill him. which one's love and which one's guilt trip? rafal is also responsible for the death of his other daughter. indirectly.

seers say she will kill him eventually but then she finds Midas who also is torn. and it's this complicated situation where either she or midas will kill him but both of them do it.

and Rafal is just borderline bland when he gets killed as if he borderline expected no better. and maybe he was sorry, most likely he wasn't.

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i feel like Midas would have a Marimo moss ball as a pet

I actually agree and I can see this too! Maybe he found it near the cove he swam in.

Anything woods-forestish seems to be what Midas may enjoy. (As a headcanon)

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Chapter One

It's been awhile since I've last seen you my love

When you still were as gentle as a dove…

Were you scared

To see the masked man?

Don't be afraid

He won't hurt you

He can't cause you any harm.

It's only the living that can kill you

Only life that kept us apart

Only a beating heart 

Which made you see me suffer

Blanche slowly woke up early in the morning, an hour before dawn, the song ringing in her ears.

She had no idea who was singing it last night– she didn't see anyone do it, so she assumed it had to be a spirit, meeting a loved one. 

Or, rather, reuniting with one.

Blanche quickly combed and brushed her unruly black waves and then climbed down the stairs. She wasn't planning to go out today. 

It was summer and she despised the heat.

Summer was, oddly enough, a season of everything dreary and depressing. Barely any holidays, for one. Grass that caused nothing good but allergies. Sickening afternoons that had the effect of drugs. Humidity and overcrowded seasides.

She only slightly opened the window to allow some sea salty smell inside. It brought some nostalgia she would rather keep vague in her head. Only glimpses of memory, like soft, silky purple fabric, a particular angle of a sunbeam, fun days at a beach, when there was no sun, late nights reading and studying things she shouldn't have. Walks with the woman she called her mother.

Staring at portraits of strange, funny little people, and seeing some of them appear right in front of her eyes. She being too shy to ask them anything– how or what or why.

Blanche sat down on a cushioned chair, wondering if her mother would come calling. Or perhaps, a few covens who wanted to save her from the path of total darkness. To tell her that blood was the furthest she could go.

It wasn’t as if she was walking anywhere, she thought. Walking towards a path, along one, implied choices and actions.

And with Blanche, things just were.

She didn't even care about risking others’ wellbeing. Once, she tried to help an old friend of hers communicate with someone already deceased, but closely related to him. It was a mistake, and one that had her banned from ever seeing him again. He got hurt, and suspicions about her wickedness were confirmed. (She was also thirteen at the time, and it wasn't too long– seven years, at the longest– before people would believe she had to get married, so there was a matchmaking aspect to it, too. Her history was far worse to this family than merely being a girl from humble origins.)

She shook away the memory by shaking her head. Girlhood was not necessarily a part of her life she liked to dwell on. 

Blanche kicked away a spellbook that happened to be on the floor. She didn't even know why it was there. She didn't even pick it up yesterday. The children she instructed had gone with their family for vacation, visiting friends. Friends she had the misfortune of knowing all too well. She wouldn’t ask them for information. She didn't need to know.

Blanche assumed that her old friend was fine. Married, wealthy, perhaps with children. Perhaps not. Traveling, studying, making something of himself.

Some of the children she tutored in magic thought she was in love. They asked questions about how much she knew about the family. Whom she knew. She wasn't in love– at least not romantically. There was nothing in her past to be romanced about. She did imagine marrying her friends but only because that provided security and safety. As a girl, she found the idea of being romantically in love and waiting for someone ridiculous and something she wasn't looking forward to. Why expect flowers and chocolates, rings and anniversaries, when one could spend late nights talking about one's favorite things? Why try to please someone to get them to choose you when you could be yourself with someone who accepted you? Attraction could be found anywhere for Blanche and was certainly not enough for her to be in such a major form of relationship.

Blanche was sort of superstitious and she thought all too often that the more her invasive thoughts presented themselves to her, the more something related to them would happen. Were they dead? Did they hate her, and she would find out?

A bunch of dreadful premonitions stirred inside her heart, so she got up and tried to walk around the house to forget about it.

Action, action, action.

She was irked by seeing a ghost in her kitchen, making a mess of everything by trying to feed herself cakes and cookies, but only failing. Evidence by the pastries splattered on her floor.

Mimi was her friend– only spirits were her close friends other than the children– but sometimes she could be pesky. 

Mimi waved, Blanche ignoring her as she bent down to pick everything up. 

A harsh knock on the door sent Mimk flying away and Blanche cursing under her breath.

“Lucinda, is that you?” She yelled across the room as she approached the door. “Can you not spend a day in peace, for goodness sake?”

“Not Lucinda,” a male voice snapped at her. 

She flinched. It had to be either she was that loud- which was least likely to be the case because even her mother dubbed her as mouse– or it was a new spiritual friend. Or maybe she was loud and it was someone telling her bad news about her mother at The Starlight, which spurred her to answer the door.

It was nothing related to graveyards, or The Starlight.

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Prologue

I am so sorry I messed up my publishing schedule, but I thought this fit. I will get out the other stories once I find the time. @wisteriaum @liketwoswansinbalance and anyone else who read my other prologue, this is the new one! The one I'm pretty much sticking with for the time being.

Two children sat by their moonlit window one night, skimming through a pictureless big black book. Blood red curtains were pushed back after the servants left the room, and the window was open, allowing chilly autumn air to break in.

No nurse or governess read to them, and one mother was away while the other was dead. The current lady of the house didn’t care enough to waste her time on such trifles.

Surprisingly, it is said the late mother died of the same disease mentioned in the pictureless black book.

Eventually, a golden boy with golden curls joined the pair, having the hope that the tale they were reading was about love, glory, vitality, and all things joyful.

To his dismay, it was hateful, humiliating, deadly, and all things sorrowful. Poisonous.

The golden boy snatched the book away and placed it on a cherrywood nightstand.

“Can’t you go and look at something else?” he whined. “I don’t like things talking about… about the.. you know.”

“The plague,” one of the children– a dark-haired girl– filled in for him. “And a palace of ghosts. Wouldn’t you like that?” She appeared as if she was about to continue, but then kept her mouth shut. As if she didn’t want the others to know

“An abbey, the story said,” corrected the other boy near the window. “Rhian, why do you have to spoil everything? Can’t you just go somewhere else?”

“I can’t sleep. I need you to read me a nice story, Fala. Or maybe Blanche can do it. She’s nicer than you, at least. You’ll read to me, right, Blanche?”

“It better not be that horrid love story with pirates and kissing in it,” Fala hissed. 

“Why not a song instead?” Blanche asked, shyly. “I mean… It's talking about plague and death, but the melody is soft and you don’t have to pay attention to all of the words. It does talk about peace after dying and being with those you love, so it isn’t all that bad.”

Fala didn’t seem too keen on his friend singing to his childish brother, for whatever reason. He roughly grabbed her arm and brought her to the ground, next to him. “I think she should go to sleep and rest rather than indulge your infantile whimsies. I’ll find something for you to listen to. But nothing about pirates and love.”

No song was sung– and eventually, the terrible story had to be read, this time by a persistent Blanche than a sour Fala.

But the song would always remain with her. And with them.

Because eventually, Rhian, the golden boy full of health, strength, and life, would hear it too. One day, Fala would sing it, but he wouldn’t hear it, and Blanche wouldn’t be there at all.

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ty so so so much for taking the time to do this!

i love the use of different colors for the words at the bottom and how they fit the 3 characters.

I love Rafaela's expression and how you did Miragold's hair. It really reminds me of those teenage schoolgirls in boarding school, oddly enough. I wonder if Rafaela is awkward or guilty? 👀

(I wished Midas never died in Fall tbh.)

Also, Miragold is close to Marigold, which some version named Midas' daughter.

no obligation ofc but if you'd like to i have an art request.

I love your genderbends so i was thinking a gb Rafal and Midas?

Only if you want though!

Sure! It might take me a while to draw gb midas but I'd still do it!

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um just realized there was a movie that had a similar plotline??

Hi!

So I will try to write some experimental bits of a story idea I have in my head. It sort of fits the Halloween vibe, so I thought, why not?

There are (probably) two plots that may or may not intertwine. One of them involves a girl who experiences being a different person who once knew her mother as a teenager and she basically goes through her mother's memories and all that, most likely in order that she understand her better. How she can do that or how she got there is mysterious and what she's trying to figure out, especially as forces guide her.

Another one is about a friend who was taken and now her best friend, who sees her as the sister she never had as an only child, journeys with the taken one's actual younger sister to find her. However, I am not sure if I'd like to eventually include this in my Poeverse storyplot thing.

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eeeeeeek

maybe i may finally come out with writing!

i do have something that's due for a discord server i'm part of but hopefully i can work on that the same time as my gb midas fic.

i am feeling worse lmao so whenever i'm sick, ideas and inspiration come to me the most.

i'll try to put a due date for the first chapter to come out by this month.

also yes my grammar is atrocious rn but i really don't gaf at the moment

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GUESS hehehehe

"Remember how Dad reacted when Simon gave you a flower in kindergarten? Imagine what he'll say now! And then you have the nerve to act like his bulletproof, favorite daughter. You aren't as obedient as you pretend to be."

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!!when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to the last 10 people in your notifs (positivity is cool!!)

You Get Me So High- The Neighborhood

505- Arctic Monkeys

Froot- MARINA

Lone Digger- Caravan Palace

Video Games- Lana del Rey

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