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thinking of putting my fantasy muses on a sideblog mayhaps?

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HEARTSBREAKING : a study on human connection, love and all the complexities which come with it, adolescence, personhood in the face of violence, chaos and what it means to be exist in times of change and uprising.

an 18+ multifandom multimuse featuring original & canon characters in a variety of fandoms such as marvel, top gun, 911, supernatural, the walking dead + more as loved by nico !

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@r0llinitiative / x

arastina ascadrin is not well versed in children. in fact, she can count on one hand the amount of times she's even been around a child, let alone fully responsible for the well-being of one. this is not her job, she could just leave. liserne is not a helpless infant. however, she also does not enjoy the idea of just sending the girl off on her own, either. the storm sorcerer sighs, fingers rubbing into her temples. gods, she's exhausted. they should make camp for the night soon. " very well. you may come along with me until we find your mother. "

IT HAS BEEN A STRANGE FEW DAYS. A simple supply run for the tavern had them out of the city briefly, Nova and Sirius in Uncle Fionn's capable care, while Liserne and Fianna meir had gone to collect Berrek's latest Ale order. But simple is never easy in this family, it seems, for one second they were loading the casks on to the cart, the next she was waking up alone in the wreckage of a ship the likes she'd never seen before.

"I can be useful in a fight. Can't Wild Shape yet but mama made sure i knew how to defend myself." Beyond the magic that seemed to roil and boil beneath her skin, some days more present than others. (Voleth Meir had left her mark, it seemed.) Perhaps in their travels, she could learn a thing or two from Arastina?

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IT ALREADY FELT PERFECT. Lucy never pegged Ryan as a guy who enjoyed something as mundane as stargazing, more the jet-skis and high-living kind of Hilltopper but he surprised her every day. She'd never expected to hear from him again after the masque either, so sure his parents had practically forbidden him from seeing her again, that the rumors they spread in retaliation to her hiding in the wrong room had all but sealed the deal.

"Should i be worried about who else you've brought up here to see the stars?" She throws herself down on the blanket gratefully, resolutely not thinking about much this thing probably cost, worn out sneakers kept as far away as possible. A part of her feels bad for the implication but, well, she actually likes Ryan, despite all the crazy his family brings and the damage they could do. She needs to know she's not taking the risk for no reason, needs to know he's serious about this.

Ryan spread out the blanket for Lucy to sit on. "Alright, I know it looks boring now, but once the sun sets, it'll get dark and we can see the stars. This is the best spot in Horseshoe Bay to see them, trust me." He grinned. "It's going to be perfect."

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heavenconsumed asked  ➸ write a meta about what life would be like if lucy raised me

I have So Many feelings about Lucy and Nancy and the tragedy of the relationship they could've had but were robbed of because of rich white men and circumstances beyond their control.

First of all! Lucy makes it off of Horseshoe Bay and escapes from the Hudsons to the mainland. Whether she's given birth already or the Drews helped her escape beforehand? Doesn't matter baby! She survives!

They end up staying in this little appartment above a small, antique bookshop and for those first few months, Lucy doesn't let Nancy's out of her sight for a SECOND.  (She almost missed out on watching her daughter grow. She almost robbed her daughter of the chance to.) She's constantly watching her daughter while she sleeps, studying her tiny face and wondering what parts of her parent's will she inherit. Will she have Ryan's eyes? Lucy's? (She hasn't figured out how Ryan makes her feel yet.)  

The sweet little old lady who owns the bookshop lets her work there a couple of days a week for rent, puts a little basket behind the register for Nancy and gets a little sling for her when she's stocking the shelves. (Her grandchildren and the rest of the town drop off a constant supply of baby clothes and necessities for her, refusing to let them go without. It's the first time Lucy wears hand-me-downs and doesn't feel shame, that she experiences the typical smalltown experience and feels at home.)

She cries on Nancy's first day of school before leaving for classes of her own so she can get her GED. Maybe she gets curious and takes a creative writing class, remembering her embarrasing poem she wrote at seventeen and all the ones she's read since. She doesn't have to make a career out of it but it's freeing to reflect on her life and get words on paper.

(She publishes her first book of poetry when Nancy starts middle school. Hopes, someway, somehow, that Ryan reads it and understands why she had to do what she did.)

Eventually she feels safe enough to put down proper roots in the safe little haven she's found; makes new friends and wonders how Karen's doing, has a few dates over the years and wonders whether Ryan has managed to escape his family yet. (Wonders what would happen if he turned up on her doorstep?) Finally finds a therapist she feels comfortable enough with to tell the whole dirty truth, talks about childhood and the constant pressure from all sides because she refuses to be the kind of mother that Nancy feels like she has to treat with glass or protect, that she feels that she has to mother.

(She knows Patrice loved her in her own way but it's FREEING to talk about her without being called selfish or ungrateful for not seeing her as perfect.)

Lucy grows up alongside Nancy, making sure her daughter knows that she's ALWAYS there for her, because Lucy won't leave her daughter without a fight, won't be the reason she's crying by herself at night. She tries to be as open as she can with her but knows better than anyone that there are some things that need to wait until Nancy's older.

She makes sure her daughter knows how loved she is. In one world, Lucy Sable loved her daughter so much that she died to keep her safe. This one has a happier ending. This time she loves her enough to LIVE.

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send 📷 for an instagram edit featuring your muse / for hope and henry ??

top left   ;      this is a wonderful day to share old pictures from before when I had more time to do art work.  although,  I have plans this weekend to paint while my aunt babysits because I need a little me time and this weekend is going to be a big night. This is a filler post really as more information to come at a later date.

top middle   ;       it is that time again where I write a sappy post about my husband,  who spent all night doing paperwork for me while I laid in bed watching movies and eating crackers out of a box for a snack.  This is why I became an adult,  so I can make my own life choices about dinner.  Henry has been doing a lot of leg work with the pack the past month and I can’t thank him enough for all that he does for me.  My love,  you own my heart and I am thankful that we finally stopped fighting our feelings for one another all those years ago.

top right   ;       first time in over two months that I put on makeup.

bottom left   ;       I’d like to formally welcome this little bright star  (Rebecca)  to the pack. Everyone has been respectful when it came to my wishes to let me spend a few days just the three of us.

bottom middle   ;      a walk in nature is the way to the soul. I’m a girl that will never say no to a hike.

bottom right   ;      Lizzie told me that I should stop hiding my talents in art work in private collections and actually start sharing a few. I am still working on this whole sharing more than profound quotes.

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Looking For Alaska (2019)

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RYAN HUDSON AND LUCY SABLE — state of grace

so you were never a saint and i loved in shades of wrong we learn to live with the pain mosaic broken hearts but this love is brave and wild

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SHE’S NOT SURE HOW TO TRUST ANYMORE. How do you move on after being murdered? When it was your older brother holding the knife/rope/bat, your siblings screaming for a help that won’t come. (She still remembers the look in Sadie’s eyes, wild and afraid, desperately trying to tell her to run, before the knife came down for the first time.)

She’s moving closer before the covers have even settled, body curling into the warm safety of her sister, head coming to rest on her chest, finding comfort in every beat of her heart. (Tries to forget it ever stopped.)

“I know that. I do. Just-” Can’t handle the crushing darkness, the fear that K- , HE could be hiding in the shadows, ready to murder them all over again. (A part of her will ALWAYS be a scared little girl in her childhood home, waiting for her dad, or anyone to save her.) “I don’t know how to feel safe anymore.”

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(     💌     )     @heartbare​    :     ❝  please stay.  i don’t think i can be alone tonight.  ❞ / Hallie for Sadie!

❛  i’m not going anywhere,  ❜   sadie promises, climbing into the bed & pulling the covers around them both.   they’ve been thrust back into a world that neither of them understand anymore, & all she can do is try to be there for her sister.   they’re all alone now.   all of their family, sans josie & lizzie, are dead, & the twins are already dealing with enough in their life.   sadie doesn’t want to pile on more.    ❛  i’ll always be here for you, hal.  ❜ she has already died once protecting her little sister, & she’s not afraid to do it again if need be. hallie is the most important person in her life, & there is very little that the elder parker wouldn’t do for her.

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HOW   DOES   YOUR   STORY   END? 

frightened,   alone

you are not ready to go. you plead, and cry, but the reaper will not hear you.

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@feltheavy asked - ❝ promise me something. if we get seperated, remember what you have. ❞ From: Liv To: Hallie

THEY’D BEEN SEPERATED FAR TOO LONG BEFORE. By death and a murderous older brother who was supposed to protect them. (But if he was normal, they wouldn’t exist.) Hallie had let her youngest siblings out of her sight once nad it led to her death, the weight of an entire coven’s traditions and lives falling on too small shoulders, who were only ever supposed to worry about what game they’d play, or what to wear to their siblings weddings, not whether they’d still both be alive at 23.

“No more splitting up. That’s exactly what h-”, She can’t help the catch in her throat, the way her breathing picks up. (She can see the glint of the knife, feel the blood coating her hands, the sound of her siblings screams filtering through the static in her ears.) Sadie knows how to deal with her better, knows the things that make her panic and the tricks to calm her down. But Hallie can’t afford to panic, not when her (not so) baby sister is relying on her.

“Gemini witches work better together than apart, remember?”

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SHE CAN FEEL HER HEART BEATING IN HER THROAT. Shaky hands resting at the hollow of his own, feeling the safe beat of his heart, thrumming through her bones. That was too close. (They’ve had more than the normal amount of close calls during their times together, like the universe is fighting against their happiness, their SURVIVAL.)

“You better not.” Who will force a laugh out of her on dark days, bringing strawberry ice-cream in glasses smuggled out of the parlor, sitting comfortably in the silence of her too small room.

“Maybe if you were here all year round, you’d wipe-out less.”Still, one hand wanders up to weave their fingers together, gently pulling them in the direction of those fluffy rich people towels that he brought with them. They’ve had enough water for one day.

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@heartbare​ asked : “  please don’t scare me like that again.  i can take a lot of things,  but not losing you.  ”   / lucy & Ryan!

   Ryan coughed, the taste of sea water burned his throat. He’d been swimming and the waves got to be a bit too much. Lucy had come running out to him. The waves lapped against them. Ryan looked at Lucy. “Hey.” His hands cupped her face. “I’m alright. I’m here. You got me. I’m not going anywhere.” He smiled, pressing his forehead to hers. “Come on.” His ran his hands up and down her arms. “Let’s get warm.”

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SHE CAN'T IMAGINE HER LIFE WITHOUT CECILIA OR BEA. Marcel had raised her with love her whole childhood but that couldn't erase the early years of loneliness, when her true parentage was a secret to be kept and Klaus' enter sireline bayed for blood outside the Abbatoir's walls. (They'd wanted his blood to track down Hope, how would they have reacted to his younger daughter being amongst them the entire time?)

"Do you think that makes me a bad daughter?" She leans into the touch gladly, head hid firmly in her aunt's shoulder. Cami O'connell's ghost lingers over her daughters shoulders, watching her laugh with and love the family of her forced sire, the ruiner of her life and kidnapper of her daughter. But Siobhan can't hold it against them anymore than she wants to be held accountable for her own father's sins.

@brutalwiilds sent ❛  i really appreciate you staying in my life all these years.  ❜ / siobhan

on some level, cecelia knew she hadn't had to accept the mikaelson family as her own when she brought bea to them. she could have put distance between them, their chaos and herself. that wouldn't have been right for bea though, and as much as she sometimes regretted it, it had more positives than negatives. bea was happier with family and cecelia had grown to like klaus' other two daughters.

she reached over, brushing her hand over siobhan's hair. "i'm happy to be here for you, sweetheart." cecelia then wrapped her arm around her niece's shoulders. "you will always have me," she assured her. always was a big word in the mikaelson family, but cecelia meant it. she liked her brief mortality, but she'd become a vampire all over again to ensure her nieces had someone to watch over them.

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i feel my ancestors in my blood - i am a body of people begging not to be forgotten「Liserne. / ic」

i feel my ancestors in my blood - i am a body of people begging not to be forgotten「Liserne. / mirror」

i feel my ancestors in my blood - i am a body of people begging not to be forgotten「Liserne. / study」

i feel my ancestors in my blood - i am a body of people begging not to be forgotten「Liserne. / hc」

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people will never bleed enough to fulfill your vision of justice「Medeina V. / ic」

people will never bleed enough to fulfill your vision of justice「Medeina V. / mirror」

people will never bleed enough to fulfill your vision of justice「Medeina V. / study」

people will never bleed enough to fulfill your vision of justice「Medeina V. / hc」

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"Thinking something for Marcel?" The familiar colours of Mardi Gras formed beneath her hands, possibly one of hundreds she's made over the years, yet she keeps coming back to it. Complicated as their family history might be, New Orleans had always been her home, the music and noise of Bourbon Street her lullaby. She couldn't imagine wanting to leave. (And yet they left anyway, Marcel chasing after Auntie Bex like always, she'd soon learned.)

"Wouldn't say no. There's some more threads if you want to join. Grabbed some bug charms for you to try." She'd found some interesting beetle ones that screamed her sister's name.

"yes exactly! you should come get some before it's all gone." bea stepped further into her sister's room to see what she was working on. all she saw were a tangled mess of threads, but she was curious. "what have you been working on?" she asked, craning her neck to see of siobhan's shoulder. "we can bring some of our treats up here so i can keep you company if you want to keep working?"