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changing my account into a new one so i can actually see you guys on my dash. brb before christmas!

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Kim Jong Sook, Artificial Landscape – Indigo Drawing, 2012. Mixed media on canvas with Swarovski elements.

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ROYAL, FANTASY ROMANCE AND SPICE. all these quotes and sentences are taken from different sources as well some made by myself. change pronouns and places and names as you see fit. some of these are heavy with tension or sexual intention, though nothing too graphic, but you are warned some of these are full of spice and forbidden romance. if you have more suggestions, send them to me and i will add them to this post.

ACTIONS AND SCENARIOS. add +reverse to change the roles.

(royal ball): our muses dance at a royal ball. 

(captive in the tower): sender is held captive and receiver helps save them.

(arranged marriage): our muses are thrown together into an arranged marriage.

(childhood betrothal): arranged to wed since being children, our muses finally meet days before the wedding.

(ward): send is a ward at the receiver's house/home. 

(stolen kiss): sender kisses receiver before a battle, away from prying eyes.

(mystery knight): sender is unknown at court and receiver wants to know them further.

(secrets): our muses are together in a secret relationship as their families wouldn’t approve. 

(brother’s keeper): sender is receiver’s brother's best friend. Sender has been harboring a crush since they met.

(taken): sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck.

(horse ride): there is only one horse trope, our muses have to ride together.

(guard): sender is made receiver’s guard and they have to travel/spend time together.

(no one is here to help): receiver is taken to sender as their captive.

(aftermath): after a battle/war, sender and receiver reunite thinking the other was dead. 

(my prince): sender falls for receiver, who is the realm’s prince/princess.

(tourney): sender gives the receiver their favor during a tournament.

(piece of me): sender ties a piece of cloth on receiver’s hand to wrap around a wound.

(you left): sender left receiver years ago, now reunited, receiver is upset.

(last kiss): unsure if they will see each other again, sender kisses the receiver before distracting enemies so receiver can escape.

(under my protection): sender proclaims himself receiver’s protector while receiver is traveling/captive.

(starcrossed): our muses find out they have to marry other people and they reunite at night.

(we were in love once): our muses were together in a relationship in their youth and now see each other after years.

(my castle is yours): sender pledges their castle as a fortress to keep the receiver safe.

(gentle touch): sender heals the receiver of their wounds and inevitably grows close.

(magic): receiver is a being of magical properties and sender finds themselves enthralled by them.

(my paramour): receiver becomes sender’s mistress.

(the bane of my existence): our muses never got along and yet, they harbor feelings for one another after a heated argument.

(maze): our muses lose their guards in a maze and they find each other alone.

(it was always you): our muses are childhood friends about to get married.

(to make peace): from opposite houses, our muses are now married to bring peace.

(corner): behind a corner of the great hall, sender corners receiver after seeing them dance with someone else.

(advisor): receiver works as an advisor for sender, despite objection around court.

(rags to riches): receiver is a bastard now made legitimate and people around the realm came to meet them. Sender is one of them.

(at your service): receiver is a lady in waiting/personal guard to sender’s sibling and a romance develops.

(saved): sender is saved by receiver, who is a healer/witch.

SENTENCES AND QUOTES:

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”

“He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.”

“Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.”

“I want you—but I don’t want this."

“Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.”

“There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.”

“I will not share you."

“Well, princess, let’s see what you’re made of.”

“She added the flowers and incense to help mask your own scent.”

“Your eyes betray you. Your body even responds to mine no matter that you’re angry. You want me.”

“He is my ruin. My complete and utter devastation.”

“Just how long have you been sticking it to the girl who’s like a little sister to us?”

“There’s a certain sort of beauty in submission.”

“My story hasn’t been written yet, but I know it begins with you.”

“You will love this man. Do you understand? You will love him, serve him, and obey him in all things. This is your duty to me and to France. Am I clear?’

“She didn’t need a man. She wanted one.”

“Your wish is my command, my queen.”

“It is legal because I wish it.”

“Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.”

“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”

“Do you really want to put yourself through this? Is loving me really enough to endure everything you have to just to be with me?"

“Make no mistake.You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.”

“But perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me."

“I cannot come with you, my prince.”

“This woman was consuming him, bit by bit.”

“Call him. Claim him. Speak his Name. Make him thine before all others.”

“You are the harbor of my soul’s journeying.”

“We love what we love. We don’t need to justify it to anyone… not even to ourselves.”

“To love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.”

“The heart is neither given nor stolen. The heart surrenders.”

“Give yourself to me.”

“I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your man to serve.”

“I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?”

“Marriage is a marriage- love or arranged. Both require the same level of commitment.”

“We are trapped by convention and must marry another.”

“We had both accepted the unwritten rule of arranged marriage: love, if it arrived at all, would bloom with time.”

“Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.I don’t know how to be without you.”

“We were doomed from the start. A lost cause. A losing battle.”

“Mr. Larsen, if you make me cry at my own coronation ball, I’ll never forgive you.”

“You are my very own forbidden fruit.”

“I’m scared, but I’d rather have one real day with you than a lifetime of misguided security.”

“And you, are mine.”

“You think a courtship and a hunt are two separate things. They are not.”

“I will share him with you, I cannot lose him.”

“Why must you resist me so dearly? When you tremble under my touch?”

“You must be made of magic itself. Your touch is warm.”

“One day, I will be able to leave you.”

“Did he touch you? Did you enjoy the way he held you across the room?”

"I will be your husband. I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means?"

“And why, pray tell, should I make it easy?'

"You are the bane of my existence--and the object of all of my desires. Night and day I dream of you."

"I did not ask for this--to be plagued by these feelings."

“I have loved you at every dance, on every walk, and every time we've been together. You must feel it in your heart, because I do."

“Because,by the time I’m done, prayer is the only thing that is going to save you.”

“Suppose I told everyone that I had seduced you.”

“You’re not planning to refuse me, are you?”

'Tell me if I do anything you don't like.”

“Say you do not care for me. Tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away.”

“I am a gentleman. My father raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.”

“If I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity, and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps.”

“I have never met anyone like you. It is maddening, how much you consume my very being.”

“That scent. It has remained imprinted on my mind ever since that night of the conservatory ball on that terrace. Lilies.”

“I desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night because I want you."

“You’re the center of a star, and the force of gravity keeps pulling me closer, and I don’t give a damn that I’m about to be incinerated.“

“Whatever bad thing happened to you, it hasn’t made you less beautiful. There’s beauty in darkness, too.”

“I belong to you. Only you…I’ll always be yours. No matter what.”

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Send 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe

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❝ i was talking about the place we go when we sleep, indeed, ❞ the healer responds, while her skillful hands remove any trace of thorns and cuts from the arms of the peculiar young man. when he sees the results of her caring he laughs contagiously, and nienna can't help but laugh too upon hearing it.

with an uncommon pomp for a young man who surely spends most of his days in the depths of the forests, he expresses effusive thanks and introduces himself as roland, making an exaggerated bow that nienna feels unworthy of receiving. in earnest reciprocity, she raised from her position and curtsied modestly, inclining her head, mirroring the graceful gestures she had observed among noble ladies.

❝ my name is nienna. and there's no need to thank me, roland. i just do what any healer would do if they saw someone in distress, ❞ she remarks, although she knows that many people in her profession are not as compassionate as she is. ❝ it is a pleasure to make an acquaintance of someone as bright as yourself. ❞

And he watches her, his subconscious movements in mimicry of those twitching gestures of a wilde animal; his eyes opened wide, sparkling in curiosity, and the tilt of Roland’s head almost bird-like in its Form. “The Fade?” repeats he.

“Thou dost mean the Otherworld? The Inbetwixt? The Summerlands beyond the silver scope of Mortal Reality?” asks he, and feels that healing glow seep into his hidden flesh, and watches he those pinpricks of jagged thorns close upon his forearms and at the back of his Wood-borne hands. He clenches and flexes his palms and fingers and sturdy wrists, and holds he his palms before him in a huffing laughter, bright and cheery.

“Thou art talented and sweet of face,” comes Roland, and moves to unbind himself from this nursery Sit. ���Twere the speak of Walking Trees gone through this Forest of its sulphuric scents and meandering Creatures; three-eyed Beings and Those with many limbs, pleading, merely, for which Roland to break bread. “And I thank thee, thrice o’er, Goodly Healer. I am Roland,” offers he freely, and stands finally but bends upon a low, dramatic bow, his hand thrown splayed.

“Fantastic Eve and wondr’us connection onto new Paths a’fore thee! Whom art thou?” inquires he amiably.

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a sound that could almost be interpreted as a giggle leaves her mouth as she feels the warmth that the small sunstone gives off on her skin. it's like caress, a little reminder of the sun they left behind the moment they entered this blighted place.

though she can't deny the shivers coursing through her, she hadn't noticed until valerya pointed it out. it's a familiar pattern— the demands of the task at hand tend to make her oblivious to her own needs until the pang of hunger or the exhaustion of sleep deprivation is too unbearable to withstand.

❝ i'll be fine, thank you ❞ she replies, pulling away the hand that offered her a glimpse of warmth in the cold, dark shadows of these cursed lands. ❝ this isn't even the worst situation i've ever been in! i promise you, i'm not intending on dying from standing here in the cold and darkness. ❞

of course, that's the precise moment they seem to enter a place where the shadows seem to thicken. in the quiet of the woods around them, the shadows seem to take human-like forms, hissing angrily at the warmth and light that the sunstone emits.

❝ ... perhaps i spoke to soon ❞

Clever woman.

She should have expected another healer whose clearly well-versed in their shared craft to have noticed. The slightest moment of hesitation crosses Valerya's feature, accompanied with the slightest narrow of her gaze. Those next words caught her eye—is she attempting to deflect and therefore rub a salve for Valerya's pride to help save it face?

Truly a soul deserving of being a healer, what with such immaculate bedside manners. Unfortunately for Nienna, acknowledgement would be far too hopeful to expect out of this hard-headed Wizard. There's no time for self-loathing! Valeryana's momentary lapse in expression shifts back to its usual, inquisitively confident self. Within her palm, the Sunstone gleams dapples of light as it's lifted to meet with one of the sun's rays, gazing placidly between the jewel and the half-elf herself, who Valerya sees bearing a glow of her own in many aspects.

Pale brows lift up, the lines of her face creasing into lines of endearing smugness, "And what of you?" she asks politely, hovering the Sunstone geeeenntttlllyy towards Nienna's direction, enough for her to feel its ambient heat. "Surely, you must allow your 'fearless leader' to wonder about how you intend to stay warm as we walk? I may catch a... cold here and there, but you on the other hand, have been positively shivering!"

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        #RAVINGARD. selective, independent , 21+ only, wyll ravengard .

the blade of frontiers . a study in ; eldritch horrors, cults and indoctrination, those you leave behind, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, found families, to deal with the devil, parental expectations, what it means to do the right thing, the story of atlas, martyrdom, the light in the dark, what it means to be a living legend, the romantic. a pact forged by jayne 24, they/them.

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a collection of muse headcanon questions inspired by the major arcana of the tarot  /  send the corresponding number(s) for headcanons surrounding the given prompts !

00.  the fool  :  what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or  excite them ? 01.  the magician  :  how does your muse feel about fate ? do they believe they can change their own destiny ? 02.  the high priestess  :  how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ? 03.  the empress  :  does your muse have parental / nurturing figures in their life ? how do they impact them ? 04.  the emperor  :  how much respect does your muse have for authority ? why is this ? 05.  the hierophant  :  what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ? 06.  the lovers  :  how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ? 07.  the chariot  :  how much does your muse care about winning ? are they a sore loser ? 08.  strength  :  how does your muse use their energy ? do they tend to work towards their goals steadily or in bursts ? 09.  the hermit  :  how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ? 10.  the wheel of fortune  :  how well / badly does your muse take setbacks on their goals ? 11.  justice  :  does your muse find it easy to be impartial in emotional situations ? 12.  the hanged man  :  how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ? 13.  death  :  is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ? 14.  temperance  :  does your muse make plans ? how impulsive are they ? has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them? 15.  the devil  :  is your muse addicted to any substances ? is there anything that could possibly make them quit ? 16.  the tower  :  what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ? 17.  the star  :  what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing ? what guides your muse ? 18.  the moon  :  what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ? 19.  the sun  :  in general, how optimistic is your muse ? does your muse appreciate the small things in life ? 20.  judgement  :  is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ? 21.  the world  :  is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ?

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what kind of herb are you ?

oregano

you are home to so many people and yet you're not at home with yourself. everyone needs something from you and you desperately try to prove that you're enough but you're never enough, never good enough, never even you despite all of that. your hands shake but only when you're never looking at them and your smile is so ever-present you can't help but wonder if its fake, wonder how much of you is real. you're a caretaker, but are you even good at that, or are you faking yourself out into believing you're something that you wish you could, someone that someone else needed you to be when you were small and so full of need and hope and fragility? who are you underneath the need to be someone's home? who are you when you come home to yourself?

tagged by : i actually took it from an old account of mine tagging : @dionidai, @sageofthestrange, @wildskissed, @cambius, @scarbound, @faerunsings, @taleswritten, @recitedemise, @laventear, @kusatta & the rest of you !

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the healer gives a sigh as the wizard as he speaks, ever so eloquent and loquacious. ❝ don't mention it, i'm just glad you're safe ❞ she replies, unable to resist the smile form at the corner of her lips as he tries to explain that he did it in pursuit of knowledge. nienna won't deny that she herself was extremely intrigued by the blooming buds of the giant tree that not only seemed to inhibit any kind of magic, but had also been protected by those horrifying creatures.

as she helps him to incorporate and he looks down at the hook horrors, she looks up at the tree: its impressive bark, its enormous size, and the light that came from its leaves, as beautiful as it was dangerous. such were all the things that grew in the underdark.

❝ so, how do you gather they work, the sussur blooms ? ❞ to be quite honest, she had only read about their existence in passing when she was younger, far more interested in plants and trees that could enhance magical abilities than those that could suppress them.

"Ah. I'm grateful, though I may be more than a mite humbled finding myself so often your charge," Gale mutters, regarding his now healed wound. It'd been rather unsightly, he confesses, the bare skin of his thigh once halberd-ruptured, once dribbling and gleaming like garnet jewels. It'd hurt a great deal, pain like lightning hot up his spine, but beside Nienna's tutting, agony was all but transient. She healed him, all moonglow and all starlight hands. What a mercy. "Consider it an unfortunate consequence of a scholar's appetite," he remarks, palming the journal he'd recently pocketed. "The pursuit of knowledge is one often fraught with considerable struggle, though rest assured, I will make greater effort to observe from behind."

How embarrassing. Still, he couldn't help himself, wandering off with all the marvels in the dreary Underdark. Getting up, Gale looks over their felled pile of hook horrors. He stops, a strange tingling in his orb and a mild rasping in his beath. "I was hardly expecting us to come upon some sussur blooms, to my credit. I won't make a habit of being found in so precarious a state."

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a frown settles on her face as she sees the worry etched on her companion's eyes. ❝ tav... ❞ if it were within her reach, she'd write a book with every little thing he might have lost to time and memory, but still, something stirs in her when he says he's afraid of what he might find. he's been nothing but a paragon of virtue since they met, so what exactly could be hiding behind all the good he's trying to bring to the world? ❝ what do you mean when you say "worst things than memories" ? ❞

He couldn't expect Nienna to know all answers for his problems, nor anyone else. Biting his lower lip, Tav gave her a polite nod as a way to thank her for the attempt. "I appreciate it, though. Perhaps... perhaps this is for the best. Whatever is hidden in my past, I just want to understand it... but, I'm afraid of finding worse things than just... memories." His urge was insufferable, sometimes nearly impossible to resist. He prayed Helm he hadn't hurt a single innocent soul, but in case he did, he vowed he would never do it again.

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PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright

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she can feel him thinking but before she can ask what kind of musings pass through his head, he poses another inquiry. a bright laugh escapes her lips as she hears his words ❝ a butterfly? why, mister firsehyr, if i didn't knew better i'd thought you're comparing me to one, ❞ it's a jest, of course, but then she actually considers his question: if she could be anything, adopt any form…

❝ you might not be too far off, if i'm being honest, ❞ she replies, looking up to the sky as they keep walking. she had never consider what she'd do with a druid's gifts, but now she does ❝ i think i would thoroughly enjoy having wings. ❞

and it's not even the first time she's thought about flying. she remembers what she felt while watching the seagulls fly over the sea from her room's window in Candlekeep, she remembers wondering about an outside world she knew only through books.

   although nienna could not see, the elf’s ears twitched beneath his hood—not with dismay, but rather amusement at the offered thought, the—very correct—implication of… troubled stature.   she wasn’t wrong, really.   his spine always grows thicker when he bears such a skull.   “well distracting the enemy is—valuable in itself, right?”

not that he’d mind the jaws.   the teeth.   fangs large enough to tear a man’s throat—or a deer’s, or a wolf’s—apart with just one bite.   to rip through flesh with the tiniest of efforts, bury his muzzle in the gnawed flesh and—well, eat away.   if not intimidating, well, it’d be… enjoyable.   filling.   those, however, are thoughts he does not share with the warlock.

  instead the druid smiles, in gratitude for her aid.   “do you ever wonder about it?   turning into something else?   maybe not a panther but—” eyes trailed away for just a moment, distracted by tiny, soft as he’d imagine, colorful wings before asyrn looked back at his companion, brows raised, smile shifting with uncertain suggestion.   “a butterfly? a moth?”

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Send me "§" if you'd ever consider shipping our muses

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hurt  /  injury  &  comfort  rp  meme.

holy shit, that’s a lot of blood…

that looks infected.

are you okay? does anything hurt?

try to stay awake. talk to me.

you have to stay awake.

keep your eyes open.

stay with me. please.

i need you.

you need to lay down.

what happened to you?

just keep talking to me.

just take it easy.

you’re safe. 

you’re safe. just squeeze my hand, okay?

you’re not gonna die.

i’m not gonna let you die.

you’re not gonna die. i’m not gonna let you die.

i’ve got you. you’re safe now.

i know it hurts. just hang in there, okay?

it’s okay. it’s alright. let it out.

it’s okay to cry. i know it hurts.

you don’t look so good.

you need to sit down.

you’re bleeding.

i’m worried about you.

can you walk?

i thought you were dead.

don’t move, you’ll make it worse.

i told you not to go in alone.

you’re such an idiot.

how long have you been hiding this?

hey… here, take my jacket. and wait here, okay? i’ll be right back.

i said i’d find you, right?

i’m getting you out of here. i promise.

from the hurt:

it’s not that much blood.

i feel like i’m gonna throw up.

i’m awake, i’m awake…

i’m so tired…

i just - i just need to rest.

i’m trying…

i’m sorry…

i can’t breathe.

i think i’m about to pass out.

it hurts, oh my god, it hurts-

it hurts. fuck, it hurts.

it’s not as bad as it looks, i swear.

i didn’t want to worry you.

please help me. please.

how long was i out for?

i don’t feel so good.

i’m bleeding.

it really hurts to breathe.

don’t leave me, please.

it’s nothing big.

i promise i’m fine.

i’m scared.

go on without me.

at least i have you here to look after me, right?

hey! look at me! i’m fine… see?

look, it’s not that bad, really… i promise you, i’m fine.

don’t worry. it’s not my blood.

i’m not a damsel in distress. i don’t need you fussing over me.

i don’t care what happens to me.

why do you care so much about me?

you came back for me…

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what does your heart look like ?

an open door, a burning hearth

your chest is wide open, and your heart is a home. others are welcomed in readily and asked to stay. you are comfort and love, everything you were never given but so desperately want to provide for others. you have built this welcoming hearth with your own two hands and won’t see anyone else left out in the cold. be careful to not burn yourself out trying to keep everyone else warm.

tagged by : i stole this from @scarbound tagging : be a thief and steal it from me !