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(Sorry I haven’t been on much lately. Work is kicking my ass again, and I also started working on an entirely new D&D campaign setting, and I’ve been slightly hyperfocused on Dimension 20/Fantasy High. I will start doing replies and inbox stuff again soon, but please be patient with me.)

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🔮 - magic

How Good is My Muse… | @riseofcreativity

“Not as good as I probably should be. There are a lot of spells I need to work harder at perfecting if I intend to leave my past demons behind for good. Protective wards in particular. I don’t want to have to keep running, you know? Settling down and having my own safe space would be nice, but in order for that to happen, I have to continue to hone my skills and the power my gods have given me.”

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Send ⏳️ for your muse to meet the younger version of my muse

Or send "reverse ⏳️" + description of your muse from the past meeting my muse in the present

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Unrelated music post but I love Måneskin so f..ing much!! 😍🎸🥁

There hasn't been a band like this that authentically has that complete 70s campy glam pure raw rock n roll spirit in ages!! ❤️

Plus Damiano call s their music "Horny rock" I mean cmon bring it 😆

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Fausto chuckled lightly, kissing the top of her head as she apologized. “You have nothing to be sorry for!” Gods, he’d missed her smile! Seeing it again brightened his mood exponentially, and he had a bit of a pep in his step as they walked. “I shouldn’t have been away for so long,” he admitted, “and I wish I hadn’t had to.” Truthfully, he wished he didn’t have to live in constant fear of his old master hunting him down, and he doubted he’d ever feel completely safe anywhere, but at least with Ariel, he was happy. Beyond happy. She was quickly becoming one of the greatest loves of his life, and if anything happened to her, he would be utterly devastated, especially if it was his fault…

He was spiraling again. Anxiety pooled in his gut at the thought of Ambrose harming her in order to get to him. He tried to push those thoughts away, to tell himself that they were in no danger. Ambrose was on the other side of the country, bedeviled by vampiric carnies. Rafael would defeat him. Fausto would never have to worry about him again. They were safe.

The tension slowly bled out of his shoulders, and he was much more at ease by the time they got to his apartment building. “What do you feel like making?” he asked, retaining some of his earlier cheerfulness. “I bought a ton of ingredients earlier today, so we have a variety of options!”

💗 //ariel, @somethingxgreater

Tight Hug | @somethingxgreater

Though he was a little bit shaken by the sudden impact, Fausto soon recovered and hugged her back. Cool lips brushed her forehead in a chaste kiss for good measure. “I take it that means you missed me, ah?” the Dhampir teased, allowing himself to relax a little. Ariel was good. She was safe. More safe for him than most people, at least, and he deeply regretted having to leave her for so long. Gods, he loved being back in L.A., simply because it meant that he got to hold her in his arms once more.

“I’ve missed you, too, bella.”

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Things had been…tenuous, to say the least, since Fausto’s return to court. James was king, now, and married to a foreign lord, partially uniting two nations. Fausto was a Dhampir, having been attacked and held captive for several years, and hadn’t yet worked up the courage to tell his liege that he’d become such a monster. He knew that the walls he’d put up around his heart were frustrating to the king, but he couldn’t afford to let them down. To be vulnerable. He needed time to heal.

Time, however, was not on his side, and he discovered in gruesome fashion just how vengeful and possessive Count Ambrose could be. Upon hearing a commotion from the throne room, the loyal knight burst in to behold a scene of violence. Blood and bodies littered the great hall, and James was in the center of it all pinned to his throne by a cloaked figure.

Fausto saw red!

He surged forward, fangs bared, mace in one hand and a powerful necromantic spell crackling in the other as he dashed to unleash his fury on his king’s assailant. Ripping into the attacker, he showed no mercy. It was a vampire, not Ambrose, but one of the Count’s lackeys, no doubt sent to teach him a lesson about running away. Praying desperately to Hades and Persephone for aid and mercy, he turned to his beloved king, intent on healing the man, even if it meant bringing him back from beyond the pale. “No, no, no, stay with me, please…!”

“Knock Knock” (from @melogranoinsanguinato )

Put “Knock Knock” in my inbox

I’ll use a random number generator and respond to… (or you can choose a number).

10. Your character walking in on mine being attacked by a masked assailant.

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A little disappointed that he’d called it, Fausto resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He wasn’t exactly enjoying himself, either, mostly due to the press presence. If his name got out to the wrong people, that would make it all too easy for his ex-master to find him. He’d already been contemplating leaving the city immediately afterward, but the same friend who’d begged him to attend would surely protest his early departure, even though said friend was currently nowhere to be found. She was probably off drunkenly bragging about how he’d designed her dress. Or flirting. Or both.

Fausto, meanwhile, was stuck trying to mingle with a bunch of semi-famous people he didn’t actually know, and didn’t care to know. This reporter ironically seemed to be the most interesting one out of the group, which wasn’t saying much. One immaculate eyebrow raised at the revelation that the blond hadn’t come alone. He smirked again and teasingly asked, “Oh, but this date of yours wouldn’t object to you asking how good all these handsome men are at kissing? Is that it?”

The Dhampir could tell by the other’s far off gaze that he was high on something. At another point in his life, he might have targeted him for an easy meal and a few other fixes, not draining the man completely, but just enough that he could satiate his thirst and share in the intoxication. Part of him was still contemplating it, honestly, just for the thrill, but he decided against it. Too many witnesses, and he really wasn’t that desperate.

how good they are at 💋 - kissing ?

Very. “You really have to ask?” Amused, he looked the blond up and down, beckoning him over with only his eyes. “I’m almost insulted by the question. Why don’t you find out for yourself, bello?” If the other was curious enough to ask in the first place, perhaps he’d be willing to express it with more than words, but the Dhampir was doubtful. The guy was probably just trying to rile him up. Possibly a little too into the party, too.

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"Stop talking" //ariel, @somethingxgreater

Shut Him Up With A Kiss | @somethingxgreater

He’d been mumbling to himself in Italian when she came over to him, grumbling about something not looking right on his latest project, but not being sure exactly what. Was it this stitch, or that dart, or one of the pleats, or-

Ariel’s kiss promptly drew him out of his thoughts, and he smiled as he kissed her back, wrapping an arm around her to bring her closer. He was careful to keep her from knocking into any protruding needles or pins, however. “Sorry, bella, I was rambling, wasn’t I?” Attempting to focus hard on something almost always resulted in Fausto talking to himself to puzzle out various problems, and he wasn’t used to having someone around to witness it. He supposed he was lucky he hadn’t been pacing around on the ceiling when she came in; that would have been difficult to explain without revealing his true nature!

“Actually, can I ask you for some advice? I’m working on a new blouse, but something is off about it, and I can’t discern what. Been staring at the damn thing too long. Could you take a look at it with your fresh eyes? Please? I’m stuck,” he admitted, sheepish and a bit frustrated by his own shortcomings.

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“I'm just a mirror, break my glass to fix your heart.”  (Nick; @mxrvelouscreations

The Last Dinner | @mxrvelouscreations

“I’m…not too sure what you mean by that,” Fausto admitted, now utterly confused in the midst of their argument. “Is that an English turn of phrase that I’ve just never heard before? Wait, are you insinuating that I have to hurt others to fix my own fucking damage? Do you think I’m that heartless?” The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, remembering everything his master had done to him; he would never have wished even a fraction of that on anyone else.

“Cazzo! I thought you understood at least a little of what I went through, that I was safe talking to you about it, and now you’re throwing it back in my face?!” A string of curses in both English and Italian left his mouth as he pushed the vampire away from him. He knew he wouldn’t be strong enough, but that didn’t keep him from trying. Brown eyes flared red. He should have known that this wouldn’t end well, but he foolishly let hope guide him instead of experience and logic, both of which told him that full vampires were manipulative bastards. Not to be trusted. Ever.

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how good they are at 💋 - kissing ?

Very. “You really have to ask?” Amused, he looked the blond up and down, beckoning him over with only his eyes. “I’m almost insulted by the question. Why don’t you find out for yourself, bello?” If the other was curious enough to ask in the first place, perhaps he’d be willing to express it with more than words, but the Dhampir was doubtful. The guy was probably just trying to rile him up. Possibly a little too into the party, too.

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Send 🌑 to watch the solar eclipse with my muse.

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Send me 🔪 to stab my muse.

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grumpy/sunshine trope prompts!

naturally these are shippy and soft and i'm honestly so honored that someone asked and trusted me to do these, so i hope y'all enjoy them just as much as i enjoyed writing them!

from the grump

" i know i can be an asshole, but... you always see the good in me. "

" only YOU could convince me to do something like this! "

" don't make this weird, but... i saw this in the store. figured you'd like it. "

" nobody's ever made me feel the way you do. "

" you're so full of light... and i'm terrified that i'll be the one who quenches it. "

" why do you stick around with a misery-guts like me? "

" you're the lighthouse in the fog, guiding me to shore... "

" i'm trying so hard, but... i can't stop myself from falling in love with you. "

" i love you... oh, damn it, don't look at me, i'm all red... "

" i don't really smile much. not unless you're around, it seems. "

" no. no way, no way in hell am i doing that. no! no... aw, fine... "

" how are you so happy all the time? "

" oh jeez... nobody's ever made me laugh like that in a long, long time. "

" i don't think i wanna know a world without your smiles. "

" i never feel like this grumpy asshole when you're around. i feel like... me. the real me... "

" hey, now... i'm not going anywhere. i'm gonna stay right here. right with you. "

" whoa... hey, now, who made you cry? where'd they go? "

" don't make a big deal out of this. you like hugs, right? so... here's a hug. "

" um... if you don't mind, i think i'd like a hug now. if that's okay... "

" the world just... feels right. when you're with me. "

from the sunshine

" i love it when you smile! i wish you'd do it all the time... "

" you have a really good smile, you know that? "

" see? i knew there was a soft heart under all that grumbling! "

" admit it. you had FUN today! "

" i want to know you. the REAL you. so let's go somewhere that makes you feel happy. "

" you can't get rid of me that easily. i'm gonna be here every day to remind you how wonderful you are! "

" you know me. you... you see me. i'm never totally myself unless i'm with you. "

" everyone else always sees this ridiculously happy, over excited, naive little baby who needs protecting. but... never you. you've always seen the real me. i guess that's what i love the most about you. "

" why is it so damn difficult for you to believe you're worthy of love? "

" you make me smile. and laugh. i feel happy when i'm with you! is that so hard to believe? "

" don't be so stubborn! take my coat/scarf! "

" come on! dance with me! "

" who'd have thought you'd be such a softie! "

" your smiles are like shooting stars. really rare, and really beautiful. "

" don't go. please? just... we can share the bed. i just don't want to be alone right now, if you don't mind... "

" we all have our flaws. you stayed with me in spite of mine. now i'm doing the same... "

" we're two sides of the same coin. right? "

" well, they do say opposites attract... "

" of course i remembered! i remember everything about you! "

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✎ THE LAST DINNER PARTY PROMPTS: a collection of roleplay and writing prompts from the last dinner party's album prelude to ectasy.

“Wine is on your blouse.” 

“You think it's so romantic.”

“We're both just addicts.”

“Burn me alive.” 

“You don't wanna hurt me but I want you to.”

“You made me bite my tongue.” 

“There’s blood in my glass.”

“Will you buy a new one?”

“I'm only here for your entertainment.” 

“I know I'm better off not looking back.” 

“I wish I didn't want you.” 

“Bite me again.” 

“I will hold your hands to stop them from shaking.” 

“I will be on your side.” 

“When you're lying here, I believe you love me.” 

“What I’m feeling isn't lust, it's envy.” 

“What good are red lips when you're faced with something sharp?”

“I wish I could be a beautiful boy.” 

“I wish I knew you.” 

“I wish I knew you before it felt like a sin.” 

“There's nothing for me here.”

“How you touch me, for that I'd leave it all.” 

“Pray for me on your knees.” 

“So turn and face me, turn to the altar of lust.” 

“Cleanse my soul, make me whole.” 

“Hold me.” 

“We can't go back.” 

“Strike me, pierce me straight through the heart.” 

“Picture me in bed, under your crucifix.” 

“I felt like one of those portraits of women protected by a beast on a chain.”

“I wish you had given me the courtesy of ripping out my throat.” 

“Let my last words be our last dance.” 

“I'd die for you, no questions asked.” 

“I wish you had given me the courtesy of staying one more night.” 

“I wish I had the guts to put up a fight.” 

“If anyone killed me, it probably would be you.” 

“And you can hold me like he held her.”

“And I will fuck you, like nothing matters.” 

“We're a lot alike.” 

“I'm putting all my bets on you.” 

“I hope they never understand us.” 

“I put my heart in your palms, my home in your arms.” 

“Nothing matters!” 

“This is the only thing I know how to do.”

“Cause I'm no good until I cry.”

“And lately I've been thinking, ‘What if I keep sinking?’ If I drown, will they make me a star?” 

“I'm just a mirror, break my glass to fix your heart.” 

“I'm just a mirror, I don't exist without your gaze.”

“I fade away.” 

“If you drown, do they know who you are?” 

“I'll leave you flowers but not my name.” 

“When I drown, will I get very far?”

“Lately, I've been drinking. I need to stop my thinking.” 

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Send "Stop talking" for your muse to shut mine up by kissing them

Alternatively send "Mmph!" for my muse to be the one to interrupt yours with a kiss.

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send me questions you have about my character!

anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!