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hey if you sent me an ask, i didn't get it. inbox said 1 but there's nothing in there.

also as an aside i would really love to come back here sometime but eh. ever since [gestures at personal issues in jan-feb of this year] it's been hard to enjoy being in the tumblr rpc and i don't really know how to fix that. i still want to write with my friends here but i like, consistently haven't been able to a) get invested in anything longterm due to my shit attention span, b) be open to making new friends after [gestures again at january], or c) just write in general lol. especially given how dead the sandman RPC is. i got tired of always having to do crossover stuff. especially since it always kind of comes down to like "corinth is stalking the other muse and being a freak" and that's it, because i don't have the fuckin... brain capacity for anything better idk.

plus like. especially with corinth but with most of my muses in general, it feels like the things i most want to write/get invested in involve a lot of like... making someone else do most of the work while i just focus on my character Having Feelings or Going Through Trauma. and i don't really want to do that to anyone. i don't want writing with me to be a one-sided thing where the other person is just there to like, meet my needs or whatever. that's what solo writing is for.

so. gestures vaguely. i'll definitely be back sometime and i always check in on here now and then to see how my friends are doing but for now you can consider me on hiatus i guess. i would love to come back on a main-blog multimuse or something (probably under a new name. i'm not feeling Wilds as much anymore; sure it's our system name but realistically when does anyone but me talk to anyone lol) but i'm also really attached to corinth and this url so like. idk man. idk!

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hey if you sent me an ask, i didn't get it. inbox said 1 but there's nothing in there.

also as an aside i would really love to come back here sometime but eh. ever since [gestures at personal issues in jan-feb of this year] it's been hard to enjoy being in the tumblr rpc and i don't really know how to fix that. i still want to write with my friends here but i like, consistently haven't been able to a) get invested in anything longterm due to my shit attention span, b) be open to making new friends after [gestures again at january], or c) just write in general lol. especially given how dead the sandman RPC is. i got tired of always having to do crossover stuff. especially since it always kind of comes down to like "corinth is stalking the other muse and being a freak" and that's it, because i don't have the fuckin... brain capacity for anything better idk.

plus like. especially with corinth but with most of my muses in general, it feels like the things i most want to write/get invested in involve a lot of like... making someone else do most of the work while i just focus on my character Having Feelings or Going Through Trauma. and i don't really want to do that to anyone. i don't want writing with me to be a one-sided thing where the other person is just there to like, meet my needs or whatever. that's what solo writing is for.

so. gestures vaguely. i'll definitely be back sometime and i always check in on here now and then to see how my friends are doing but for now you can consider me on hiatus i guess. i would love to come back on a main-blog multimuse or something (probably under a new name. i'm not feeling Wilds as much anymore; sure it's our system name but realistically when does anyone but me talk to anyone lol) but i'm also really attached to corinth and this url so like. idk man. idk!

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vampires of el norte by isabel cañas

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Anne Carson, from Men in the Off Season; "Nighthawks," originally pub. in 2000

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truly unfortunate fact about corinth: if it's been in your mouth, he wants it. cigarette, chewing gum, lollipop, chew toy, whatever. he wants to try it and he WILL take it from you (then, possibly, give it back).

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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 : 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Daenerys Targaryen in A Dance with Dragons , the fifth book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.

tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content

❝ There is no need for you to see this. ❞

❝ He died for me. ❞

❝ It is bad luck to touch the dead. ❞

❝ They are only girls. ❞

❝ The blood of the dragon does not weep. ❞

❝ I am still at war, only now I am fighting shadows. ❞

❝ They are soldiers, not warriors. ❞

❝ Their training teaches them to obey, fearlessly, perfectly, without thought or hesitation … not to unravel secrets or ask questions. ❞

❝ I’ll see them when I’m dressed. ❞

❝ A crown should not sit easy on the head. ❞

❝ You are so radiant today I fear to look on you. ❞

❝ Women do not forget. Women do not forgive. ❞

❝ Does he believe a pair of pretty slippers will win my hand? ❞

❝ If he proposes that I wed this man again, I’ll throw a slipper at his head. ❞

❝ I am only a young girl and know little of the ways of war. ❞

❝ Why, it must be because you have no other purpose but to plague me. How many times have I refused you? ❞

❝ I see that you are eloquent as well as beautiful. I am quite persuaded. ❞

❝ You take too much on yourself. ❞

❝ Help me dress. I’ll have a cup of wine as well, to clear my head. ❞

❝ Come sleep with me. Dawn will not come for hours yet. ❞

❝ He was a good brother. ❞

❝ Say the word, my sweet, and I will send you from this awful place. ❞

❝ I would sooner stay with you. I feel safe when I’m with you. ❞

❝ I want to keep you safe. ❞

❝ No one ever kept me safe when I was little. ❞

❝ I want to protect you, but . . . it is so hard, to be strong. ❞

❝ I don’t always know what I should do. I must know, though, I am all they have. ❞

❝ We’ll both sleep, and dream of sweeter days. ❞

❝ Who would ever dare to love a dragon? ❞

❝ There is no woman more lovely than you. Only a blind man could believe otherwise. ❞

❝ A bath will help soothe me. ❞

❝ How did you get past my guards? ❞

❝ Your guards never saw me. ❞

❝ Why should I fear him? ❞

❝ If you have some warning for me, speak plainly. ❞

❝ Remember who you are. ❞

❝ I was praying. ❞

❝ Prophecies are treacherous. ❞

❝ If this is truly what my people wish, do I have the right to deny it to them? ❞

❝ Truth was never welcome at that court. ❞

❝ He was a traitor who met a traitor’s end. ❞

❝ He played a part in your father’s fall, but he bore you no ill will. ❞

❝ The king wanted you killed, but he spoke against it. ❞

❝ You think they would harm me? ❞

❝ I should have seen it coming. Was I so blind, or did I close my eyes willfully, so I would not have to see the price of power? ❞

❝ I would give them back to you if I could, but some things are beyond the power of even a queen. ❞

❝ What have I unleashed upon the world? ❞

❝ If they are monsters, so am I. ❞

❝ Are they meant to inflame me? ❞

❝ Would my lord prefer something sweeter? ❞

❝ I will not trust you, but I need you. ❞

❝ A craven’s knife can slay a queen as easily as a hero’s. ❞

❝ He is playing games with me. But I can play as well. ❞

❝ I do not wish to speak of him. ❞

❝ Let us speak instead of love, of dreams and desire. ❞

❝ I am drunk with the sight of you. ❞

❝ Why did you abandon me? ❞

❝ I am almost certain that I asked you for your hand. Begged you, even. ❞

❝ You gave up too easily. ❞

❝ I must marry, all agree. ❞

❝ I am not so foolish as to wed a man who finds a fruit platter more enticing than my breast. ❞

❝ If you will not take me for your husband, I am content to be your slave. ❞

❝ I have been rained on and I have been sold. It is not the same. No one wants to be owned. ❞

❝ Is that meant to frighten me? I lived in fear for years. I woke afraid each morning and went to sleep afraid each night. ❞

❝ Let me stay and help persuade you. ❞

❝ You look . . . weary. Are you sleeping? ❞

❝ You know how much I value your wisdom. ❞

❝ You need a king beside you to help you bear these burdens. ❞

❝ Have you no smile for me? Am I as fearful as all that? ❞

❝ I always grow solemn in the presence of such beauty. ❞

❝ I have never wanted war. ❞

❝ You have not said you love me. ❞

❝ That is not the answer of a man in love. ❞

❝ What is love? Desire? No man could ever look on you and not desire you. ❞

❝ A new time has come, and new things are possible. Marry me. ❞

❝ Kiss me as if I were your wife. ❞

❝ No. I do not love you. ❞

❝ It’s him I want, not you. ❞

❝ One day all men must die, but it serves no good to dwell on death. I prefer to take each day as it comes. ❞

❝ Words are wind, even words like love and peace. I put more trust in deeds. ❞

❝ So it seems that I may wed again. Are you happy for me? ❞

❝ A queen belongs not to herself, but to the realm. ❞

❝ Marriage or carnage, those are my choices. ❞

❝ Did he wed for love or duty? ❞

❝ I know he was very fond of her. ❞

❝ I could become fond of him, in time. ❞

❝ I need to change, to make myself beautiful. ❞

❝ You have grown more beautiful in my absence. How is that possible? ❞

❝ I have missed you so much. ❞

❝ They never told me you were here, or I might have played the fool and sent for you at once. ❞

❝ I have only one urgent need. You. ❞

❝ A man surrounded by foes cannot defend himself. No, when faced with many enemies, choose the weakest, kill him, ride over him and escape. ❞

❝ He is as bold as he is bloody. ❞

❝ He is a monster. A gallant monster, but a monster still. ❞

❝ Do you take me for the Butcher King? ❞

❝ Better the butcher than the meat. ❞

❝ All kings are butchers. Are queens so different? ❞

❝ Most queens have no purpose but to warm some king’s bed and pop out sons for him. ❞

❝ Have you forgotten who I am? ❞

❝ He would make a monster of me. A butcher queen. ❞

❝ There is blood on my hands, too, and on my heart. ❞

❝ I am tired of hearing what you will not do. ❞

❝ Will they joust for me? I should like that. ❞

❝ He plays you for a fool. Do you want a serpent in your bed? ❞

❝ You could not have saved them. ❞

❝ Oh, gods, what have I done? Have I sent him to his death? ❞

❝ I have no more help to give. ❞

❝ I will not turn away from them. A queen must know the sufferings of her people. ❞

❝ I cannot heal them, but I can show them that I care. ❞

❝ Shall I wash your hair? ❞

❝ All those pearls will make me rattle when I walk. ❞

❝ The pearls symbolize fertility. The more a woman wears, the more healthy children she will bear. ❞

❝ Your clothes are stained with blood. Take them off. ❞

❝ Only if you do the same. ❞

❝ I thought you would be the one to betray me. I thought . . . ❞

❝ Promise me that you will never turn against me. I could not bear that. Promise me. ❞

❝ I wanted you from the first time I saw you. ❞

❝ You boasted that you’d had a hundred women. ❞

❝ He has a sellsword’s conscience. That is to say, none at all. ❞

❝ I would give up my crown if he asked it of me. ❞

❝ If I gave up my crown, he would not want me. ❞

❝ I do not want this night to end. ❞

❝ Marry me instead. ❞

❝ You know I cannot do that. ❞

❝ You are a queen. You can do what you like. ❞

❝ Marry me, and we can have all the nights forever. ❞

❝ We cannot wed, my love. You know why. ❞

❝ Once I am wed it will be high treason to desire me. ❞

❝ It has been too long since I’ve killed a man. Might be I should seek out your betrothed. ❞

❝ Are you unwell? In the black of night I heard you scream. ❞

❝ It was the wind that you heard screaming. ❞

❝ It was just a dream. Go back to sleep. ❞

❝ She dares say that in open court? ❞

❝ That smile has won many a maiden’s heart, I’ll wager. ❞

❝ Please, you must not tease me. ❞

❝ Come back to bed and kiss me. ❞

❝ The queen your mother was always mindful of her duty. ❞

❝ A knight is no fit consort for a princess of royal blood. ❞

❝ I never knew my father. I want to know everything about him. The good and . . . the rest. ❞

❝ If he loved you, he would come and carry you off. ❞

❝ How did this happen, that I am drinking and smiling with men I’d sooner flay? ❞

❝ This is peace, so why does it taste so much like defeat? ❞

❝ I want no gifts from you. ❞

❝ There is no honor in him, only hunger . . . for gold, for glory, for blood. ❞

❝ Every child knows its mother. ❞

❝ They are dragons, and so am I. ❞

❝ You have more enemies than you know. ❞

❝ Gods grant that we have made a son tonight. ❞

❝ I heard you crying. ❞

❝ Crying? I was not crying. Why would I cry? ❞

❝ Stay. I do not wish to be alone. ❞

❝ Remind me that there is still good in the world. ❞

❝ I will have you beside me, what other protection do I need? ❞

❝ How much of this do you believe? ❞

❝ I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. ❞

❝ He takes great pride in his . . . his swordsmanship. ❞

❝ He boasts of bedding me, you mean. ❞

❝ Once I dreamed of flying. ❞

❝ Men are mad and gods are madder. ❞

❝ You are dead. ❞

❝ You never mourned me. It is hard to die unmourned. ❞

❝ I loved you once. ❞

❝ I waited long enough. I waited my whole life. ❞

❝ You lingered in a place that you were never meant to be. ❞

❝ Home was all I ever wanted. ❞

❝ You wanted me. ❞

❝ I was tired. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. ❞

❝ Remember who you are, what you were made to be. ❞

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The Corinthian presses thumb and forefinger to the bridge of its nose, glasses slipping down slightly to reveal that even its mouth-eyes have screwed shut. Like it's fighting off a migraine, for all that Frankie must know by now that that's impossible.

The only pain the Corinthian feels is, the Dreamlord had told Frankie once, as if the Corinthian weren't in the room with them, that which he takes from others... or that I give him.

In the present, he shakes his head. Trying to think of how to explain to Frankie the danger she's walking into (dancing into, running into, happily) feels like pushing cement through a strainer. There are things he can't even remember that he wants to warn her about. Old lovers the first Corinthian would have known, but the second only has vague impressions, hearsay. Like smelling blood on the wind but not being able to find its source.

"He's courting you. You're in the honeymoon phase," he says finally, from somewhere behind his teeth. His mouth hasn't moved: his eyes are talking to her, for once. "With an entity who could..."

No. No, too dangerous. The teeth click shut.

The Corinthian leans towards her, almost too close, but all he does is take her lit cigarette for himself. He's a magpie around her. He doesn't know why.

"I just think," he grinds out, like it's painful to say it, "that you should reconsider marrying him. Do you really want to rule the Dreaming? Morpheus doesn't want to rule the Dreaming. You'll be stuck with him until he gets bored of you, and then you still won't be able to leave him because he's everywhere. And I don't want you for a Queen," he adds, a little less seriously, and gives her cigarette back.

"marry someone sane and patient and kind. marry someone who is all of those things all of the time and not just when he feels like it."

       ❝  what's this about?  or are you just feeling overly sentimental?  ❞     either way, it dries the spit in her throat. makes her feel a little ill. what do they know that she doesn't? what are they saying without saying? it's not the first time they've done this. and maybe, if she had to pick something to dislike about the corinthian, it would be how unnervingly knowing they are. the way they can read her like a book, stain-torn pages and all. well practiced micro expressions do little to protect against his insightful eye, no one splits her open quite like he does.    ❝  if you're speaking of morpheus, you're usually less vague,  ❞    it's spoken with a hint of laughter, nervous and sharp around the rim. the cherry in her cigarette sits dull, ashy from distraction and she brings it to her lips to invigorate the burn.    ❝  please,  ❞    it doesn't sound half as pitiful as it could.   ❝   you're weirding me out a little.   ❞

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just found out i've been abandoned by god which means he's not watching anything i do anymore. you should come over.

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hey how's it going. any eyes need eating lately?

unrelated: did you miss me? answer carefully.

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Not my blood.

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Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

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push your thigh up between my legs when you make out with me

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Questioning Sentences, Vol. 30

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"So, are we done shooting each other now?"

"What the hell do you mean you lost them?"

"If you saw a crime about to happen, what would you do?"

"Can you just explain exactly what you do?"

"You see what this place does to people?"

"Can we not do this right now?"

"Has it occurred to you that perhaps I want to be alone?"

"Why is there an ear in the omelette?"

"You've been around a lot of corpses. Is that one normal?"

"What, you admire him now?"

"Was it worth it? Compromising yourself for money?"

"Nothing ever changes with you, does it?"

"You realise I'm still here, right?"

"Do you have any regret for the things you've done?"

"You know you're a suspect, right?"

"You know who I am, don't you?"

"Must you always be such a smartass?"

"People rarely notice things right in front of their eyes, don't you find?"

"Have the headaches started yet?"

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Do you have nothing better to do?"

"Why would you say something like that? What kind of person says something like that?"

"Don't all husbands lie to their wives?"

"Did he arrest you or something?"

"What's the possible upside to asking a question like that?"

"Is this the part where you tell me there's something I should know?"

"Do you only date cops?"

"This isn't a training exercise, is it?"

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Why are you singing?"

"I know you've got a secret. Won't you tell it to me?"

"Do you think you can tell who a person is just by looking in their eyes?"

"Do I look like I tan?"

"Are you asking me a question, or are you accusing me of something?"

"Are you in love with him?"

"Can you promise me you're not going to let anyone hurt me?"

"Are you trying to fix me?"

"You're giving me orders now?"

"Do you have something you believe in so deeply, so passionately, it goes beyond simple loyalty?"

"Why is your house so big?"

"Haven't you seen enough blood for one night?"

"They told you I was crazy, didn't they?"

"You don't think very much of me, do you?"

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#anyway i love wilds#i love writing the horrors between corinth and jack sm#even if its AWFUL

GIGGLING AND TWIRLING MY HAIR.

me, on my hands and knees begging: no jack please dont do this dont make me do this

jack, getting ready for the Horrors with the corinithian: remember that one time you had to write the HORRORS twice because tumblr deleted all of your text so you had to right about eye-mouth fucking TWICE

me, sobbing: just kill me

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SURE WHY THE FUCK NOT!!!!