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@navlier !!!!!!! my gideon blog has dropped! not spoiler free, but will have a ton of verses so non-tlt enjoyers can interact!!!

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getting paid to do menial tasks and listen to gideon the ninth… maybe heaven is a place on earth

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her breath rattles through her lungs sharply. sweat slicks her forehead, at the nape of her neck where errant hairs glue themselves to her skin. 'we don't have much time,' she had declared upon her dramatic entrance, 'follow me.' jude is the picture of urgency, mouth slimmed into a line, hand clasped around the edge of the cell door. the prisoner's appearance is at odds with itself, hair and eyes dark, skin pale. upon first glance, she is inclined to say there is something magic about @fospherus, errant energy seemingly slipping away from her and into the cold stone of the floor. she may be half fae, half mortal. perhaps her magic is within the desolate impression her sagging frame gives, somewhere behind the shock of animal clarity in her eyes. jude cannot quite make sense of what she is. it doesn't quite matter. from afar, she can hear the heavy footfalls of sentinels.

for jude duarte, from alice liddell: "i'm not going anywhere with you, not until you tell me who you are."

incredulous, jude stares blankly at the girl. why were people always so willing to stay behind the bars that imprison them? breaking into this prison was hard enough, now she has to quarrel with her charge about the upsides of freedom. if she aborted now, jude could leave with her life. but, the mission would fail. if she were to return emptyhanded, what would dain think? she can hear his voice now, the echo of the command that stops her from outing him. what would dain do? in the torturous milliseconds between the prisoner's words and jude's gruff answer, time sinks further and further into the plot. time may be a faerie luxury--- for jude, it cannot be something to gamble with. desperation turns her thoughts to violence. was she ordered to return the girl unharmed? her instructions surely implied such, but did not outright say it. the girl is a bizarre picture, frenetic down to her bones, the shadows below her chin as black as night and light upon her cheeks as white as bone. jude's gaes would surely protect her against typical faerie magic, but would the strange girl be physically stronger than her? and even if jude could best her, her dead-weight would be impossible to sneak past the guards.

annoyingly, the spy finds herself speaking. "i'm jude. i was sent here by someone with a vested interest in your freedom." even under the time crunch, she takes great care to pick her words purposefully, to make them sound official. she is an woefully inexperienced child, a woefully inexperienced mortal child, but this is a political mission. it requires refinement. a creak from down the hallway. have guards caught onto her presence? adrenaline thrums insistently at her pulse point. they need to start moving. now. "whatever fate awaits you beyond these walls cannot be worse than what you’ll suffer within them." she means it to be kind, assuring, but the words come out glacially cold.

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spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

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AT THE GATES ,

a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from the novel a reaper at the gates by sabaa tahir. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to, murder, death, and violence. change verbiage as needed.

no harm shall befall you. i vow it.

i fear what you will do if harm comes to those whom you love.

i would destroy anyone who dared hurt you.

your heart is made to love. to give. not to take.

it's stupid to fall for a once-dead ghost-talker, i don't care how pretty he is.

who took him? tell me!

talk or die.

unless you're a fool, you'll agree that death would be preferable. i will make it swift.

i could never mourn them. i wasn't allowed to.

you nearly got yourself killed. is that not enough?

you have much to learn, and i do not know how much time i have to teach you.

go or don't, doesn't matter to me. but stop being woeful and useless. i don't have the patience for it.

you didn't ask for assassination. you asked for destruction, and destruction takes time.

you don't have to tell me if you don't wish to.

you don't have to come with me.

not a chance. never again. where you go, i go.

you will fail, usurper.

i thought we would have more time. i thought we'd find a way out for you.

i don't want to let you go. not yet. not so soon.

you are cruel, [name], to give a girl all she desires only to tear it away.

this isn't the end for us, [name]. do you hear me? this is not our end.

you've never been a liar. don't start now.

why are you lurking out there? are you spying on me?

you destroyed my life. you could have saved them. you—you monster.

what of you, [name]? are you not a monster?

fare thee well, [name]. i will see you once more before your end.

tell me what's going on. i can decide whether it concerns me or not.

how the hells are we going to get out of here?

i won't make a promise i can't keep, and neither should you.

any other threats? discussions you wish to waste my time with? none? good. then lets get the hells out of here.

you are new to your power, but that does not mean you do not have it.

i'm not going anywhere with you, not until you tell me who you are.

if i answer one question, will you stop being so annoying and let me get you to a safe house?

why did you not listen to me, [name]. why did you not learn?

what is the point of having muscles if you cannot carry things for others?

she penned a play. i can feel it. don't act the part she's written for you.

why are we not fighting back? night won't fall for hours. we need to use the light that remains.

first, you need to eat. you're irritable and i don't like talking to irritable people.

i can be your ally, or i can be your enemy.

we leave in an hour. come along or stay. it doesn't matter to me.

you must have a guard with you at all times. not because you are incapable, but because you must show your strength. there is strength in numbers.

what, you don't want to pass the time in conversation with me? i'm hurt.

who did this to you?

you're not dead, and you're not going to die. do you hear me? you're going to live. you're going to find whoever did this to you. you're going to make them pay. get up. get to safety.

i'll never let go of what i fought so hard to keep.

stay with me. you don't have to speak. all you have to do is stay awake.

off to get yourself killed again so soon?

i heard you got stabbed. thought i'd come yell at you for allowing it to happen.

some guard you make. you were fast asleep.

i don't know your secrets and so i cannot protect you when others try to ferret them out.

if you didn't need protection, it would be because no one saw you as a threat. needing protection is not a weakness. refusing to trust your allies is.

we're dying out here! while you dine on roast fowl and fresh fruit in a tower that doesn't belong to you.

you are so stupid! you're the only one i have. the only one left! did you even consider that before running into a burning building?

you do not know the weight of the crown. you could never understand.

will it always be chaos for us, [name]? will things never be normal?

if... if i change... if i seem different, remember that i love you. no matter what happens to me. say you'll remember, please—

you seek counsel. i am honor bound to offer it. sit, please. i will speak with you.

no one is safe. have you not yet learned this lesson?

we will see each other again. i swear it.

i'll make my own way. i don't need you.

why do you care so much what happens to me?

there are men back there who were counting on me, and i left them.

mercy, [name]. that is my order. i do not deserve it. i do not even wish it. but you'll give it to me anyway. because you're good.

you dare put those you love before all of humanity? you dare be so selfish?

no need for that. i didn't drag you through a hundred miles of caves so your first act upon waking would be to stab me.

you came for me. you dragged me from the claws of death himself. you have more good in you than you will ever acknowledge.

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guys what if i wrote vi to not be a cop. like i know it’s the canon but what if she was just hot lesbian boxer turned rebel soldier. what if i just indulgently rewrote her storyline . in front of your faces

DON’T be surprised when i add vi and jinx. also who wants to write w/ vi and/or jinx :D

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hiii!!! i have recently come to terms w being a lesbian & that has been so... emotional and hard fought. but ultimately empowering. and i wanted to come on and say that bc i am mutuals with so many lesbians and lesbians are the best people in the world. and i love you all. feel free to always dm me gay thoughts btw

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i fucking love long standing solo blogs. what do you mean you like that freak so much you write for them consistently... how do you do it. what if the wind blows and the leaves sing... how do you not get distracted

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tashi has always been drawn to the larger than life pieces, the scenes that paralyze the viewer into submitting into the world it portrays. art, despite his idiotic name, doesn't have the eye for it. he knows something beautiful when he sees it, but he doesn't know why. he puts his hand to her waist and listens to her negotiate with doe eyes, but he couldn't give less of a fuck, and he's terrible at hiding it. tashi thinks he just likes to hear something that isn't tennis. it's a pill harder to swallow than the stupidly fucking expensive alcohol gracing her lips. this particular painting was a politically chosen gift for her ego-injured husband. if she spent all day at home, recovering from surgery, staring dull-eyed at something that took such determination and dedication to create, she would man up and play with everything she had.

she's a class act: she doesn't scoff, roll her eyes, let so much as an annoyed breath out. he might as well say it plain. the expectation is for her to sit here, get wasted, let the lavishness lull her to complaisance. maybe she'll shell out another couple million, maybe he'll drag her into some messed up threesome with his emotionally distant husband. that's the magic of the larger-than-life windows and expensive furniture, of dubai, of the enigmatic but hardly spotted art dealers.

"then i'm sorry to have brought it up." heavy eyes drag down armand's thin frame, slowly returning back to his smooth, taciturn face. the both of them are without their husbands, the men that gracefully dampen their hard edges. she feels vaguely threatened where direct threats have not been made, like they're engaged in a volley of conversation, both aware of their own quiet need to dominate. she takes another sip of her drink, contemplating the title of top seller. "we're happy to win the bid. the piece is beautiful, it'll be in a home where it can be appreciated."

so many gorgeous, million dollar paintings locked in different billionaire's storage rooms. dust slowly tarnishing the gleam of their varnish, cracks ruining the perfect impasto of each brush stroke. her knee, the skin jagged and discolored, aches radiating up it with every too-sharp movement. art's shoulder, the flesh scarred in perfect lines, stitching itself back together day by day, all too happy to soak up the time of disuse. tashi settles further into her chair, scarred leg crossed over the other, skirt exposing the skin of her legs. "beautiful things aren't supposed to rot in the dark. you don't do all the hard fucking work of becoming great just to hide that away."

PROMPTS. @sordidery's [ tashi duncan ] inquired : what do i owe you?

" well, I don't think it is .. polite to discuss numbers over drinks, the price was sent to your electronic mailbox.. louis and I are certainly , charmed by your interest in the piece. " a finger gently traced the rim of his glass, golden eyes peering into the other's. they would invite both investors of certain pieces of art & business friends to a secondary location in dubai that was nowhere near the penthouse. it had balconies, tall windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, and a precious view of the ocean. not only was this a social gathering among their closest partners, but it was a very rare occasion the two would make such public appearances with mortals.

louis always excused himself around the hour once he made his rounds, hugging armand's arm in a portrait of paradise between lovers. armand often stayed, having the tact and desire ( most times ) to entertain with bottomless drinks, and three star michelin catering, the cost should be akin to insanity. but, these events push interest ( both intrigue and curiosity ) of the handsomely rich, multimillionaire partners who seemingly kept to themselves. and, of course, armand was separately known as the reclusive billionaire who owned the profitable entertainment getaway, night island. sometimes, armand leaned into the importance of such events, allegedly to breathe.

" besides, we came to the conclusion you were the top seller, who we felt would truly care for and appreciate the piece. "

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“yeah. . .” a warhead travels around her mouth. she used to have a sour candy every day, practically prescribed by taffy, just to cope with the hordes of mindless zombies around her. 'it'll shock your system into being, like, normal!' she throws her backpack to the ground in front of her, actually savoring the sour flavor, her eyebrows knotting together. “i don’t enter pacts over stupid things. i think they’re kinda life or death, yknow?” that might be the most words she’s ever strung together in front of paris. lisa’s not used to having anything to say, and now that she does, she’s not supposed to say anything about it. it feels wrong to let taffy take all the credit for her creature’s vogue-like style instincts, but she figures keeping the secret is more important. besides, she has to be used to lisa's lacking conversational style by now.

the girl only glances over at them, hands already fiddling with her locker combination. the rest of the school is looking at her for the first time, but paris is looking at her different. she feels different. still gangly and awkward, but her hands wild, whirling hands are feminine and her poorly done make up is stylish. lisa curls a frizzy piece of hair around her fingers with one hand, opens her locker with the other, pleased with the looks she’s fielding. no one she’s actually wanted to have a conversation with has looked at her like that.

“i- um. needed a change.” she swings open her locker, unceremoniously shovels notebooks into her bag, wide eyes sneaking a look over her shoulder at her friend. “d’you, like, like it?”

@sordidery 🖤’d for a starter. [ for lisa. ]

❝ you look . . . ❞ paris pauses to let their eyes travel up and down lisa's frame again. ❝ uh, different, ❞

not necessarily a bad different, though the bewilderment on their face may be indicative of such a train of thought. it's just that they've never seen lisa so . . . dressed up before. she's standing taller than usual, eyes a little wider, more alert. paris must look sleepy in comparison. they fiddle with their locker combo for another second, which would be easier to do if they could take their eyes off her.

people are definitely looking at them. paris can feel the eyes of their classmates boring into the back of her head, which makes her want to book it down the hall. normally, no one pays them any mind unless they're looking for some freak girls to pick on. paris gets it a little worse, they think, 'cause taffy improves lisa's social capital a smidge. that, and the fact that she's actually really pretty, which paris would not describe themselves as.

she seems to be taking advantage of those looks now, if her new dress is any indication. paris finally manages to open her locker, swallowing as she reaches inside to grab a few books.

❝ did you lose a bet to your sister or something ? some kind of makeover pact ? ❞

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I spend time following Louis and Lestat, now that I am my own woman, with no obvious sense of why I follow them, other than meaning slowly disintegrates without them, my companions in immortality. But today at the cemetery, I finally understood something so obvious, which I had pondered for a decade--why they made me... To be Louis's sister.

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🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence?

munday asks: hehe so! i absolutely cannot listen to podcasts/people talking while writing! BUT i also can’t write in total silence. i usually listen to character playlists or songs that fit the vibe of what im writing. in school i had to listen to rock/loud music at almost full volume while studying to get anything through my thick skull… unforch i’m a freak

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MUNDAY  ASKS !

🌈 — name(s) & pronouns 🎈 — gender and/or sexuality 🎂 — age and/or birthday 🕗 — time zone 💕 — single or taken? ⭐️ — sun, moon, & rising signs, if known 💭 — MBTI and/or enneagram, if known ❓ — three adjectives that describe you ❤️ — what are some of your best qualities? 💔 — what are some of your worst qualities? ✨ — what would you change about yourself, if anything? 💘 — what and/or who do you consider near and dear to you? 🚗 — what vehicle(s) do you drive? ✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting? ⌨️ — what operating system(s) do you use? 📱 — mobile or desktop version of tumblr? 🖥 — favorite platform besides tumblr? 🎮 — favorite video game(s)? 🖱 — any cool devices/tool(s) of the trade? (i.e. type of mouse, monitor, keyboard, tablet, etc) 💍 — any piercings? 💎 — want any (more) piercings? 🖊 — any tattoos? 🔏 — want any (more) tattoos? 🎄 — favorite holiday(s)? 🍝 — favorite food(s)? 🍦 — favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍰 — favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🐶 — any pets? 😍 — celebrity crush(es)? 😊 — any career desires? 📚 — if you’re in college, what’s your level (undergrad, grad, phd, etc) and/or degree program? 😖 — what annoys you? 🎶 — favorite song at the moment? 📕 — favorite book/series? 🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests? 📺 — favorite movie(s) and/or tv show(s)? 📇 — does your url have a meaning? if so, what is it? ✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr? ✍️ — what other platforms have you roleplayed on? 🗒 — what is/are your favorite genre(s)/theme(s) to write? 🤔 — what genre(s)/theme(s) do you struggle to write the most? 😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc? 😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc? 💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them! 🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence? 🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl? 😀 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’ve met irl before? 💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc? 🖤 — what was one of the worst/most depressing moments you’ve had in the rpc? 😳 — what was your most embarrassing moment in the rpc? 🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of? 🫂 — how many friends are in your irl friend group(s)? 🎉 — what are some of your favorite things to do with your irl friends? 😗 — what are some of your favorite things to do when you have some time to yourself? 💯 — share three random facts about yourself that your mutuals may not know about you.

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THE WORLD'S A LITTLE BLURRY OR MAYBE IT'S MY EYES, THE FRIENDS I'VE HAD TO BURY. . . THEY KEEP ME UP AT NIGHT.

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inbox call :DDD

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inbox call :DDD

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@repierce, rory gilmore to carmy berzatto: "I AM PAINFULLY MISUNDERSTOOD."

“yeah?” a half smile, rising a cigarette up to his lips. rory is all snark, all white-hot ambition. it reminds him of the way things were in new york. speed and wit and a crushing sense of building, building, building. carmy misses it. the way ambition smothered him, wrapped around his chest till all he had to worry about was this breath, the next. even with the way the beef kept him chasing after his own tail, there was too much time. too much to feel, too much to remember. "i don’t even think there’s much about me to misunderstand. they " his free hand stretches out in front of him, flexing, and withdrawing. "they find their way though." carmy runs the same hand through his hair, subconsciously searching for some sort of grounding. the cigarette isn't enough. he isn’t a talker, not in the way she is. he doesn't have an answer equipped for whatever comes his way not a kind one, anyways. the chef shuffles on his feet, turning his shoulders to face her a little more. he takes another inhale and nods to himself, once, twice. "alright. you- um, you have the floor. what don’t we get?”