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frogprinceus · 11 months ago

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A Moodboard for the Muse!

Rules: Type your muses name plus core at Pinterest and make a moodboard with the first nine images!

Tagged by: @super-kame-love

Tagging: anyone who want to!

#♔┇ self portrait of the writer ( jiraiya )#♔ ┇ funny games ( dash games )#all jiraiya in one moodboard #lol

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torturedman · 2 years ago

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©SEVEREDLEFT. JAMES HOOK , DASH GAMES.

╳ 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒.

♔ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒.

🖌 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 & 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒.

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frogprinceus-a · 3 years ago

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WHO ARE YOU ?

searching.

You want to find something, you need to find something. Maybe it's a person, maybe it's a meaning, most likely it's a feeling. You want to feel at peace, satisfied. You want to stop looking, or rather, you want to not want to look. Sooner or later you always realize whatever you're looking for doesn't exist, not really. But that just makes you search even harder.

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cftragedy · 2 years ago

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( toby regbo, genderfluid, they/she/he, 29) ** ♔ announcing augustus windsor, the crown prince of england ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble toby regbo. it is a miracle that they survived the last five years and for that reason, they are against the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of putting out matches on your tongue, clasping both hands on your mouth to keep from screaming, the burn of rejection and the burn in your lungs– they both feel the same by now.

basics.

full name: augustus henry david windsor nicknames: auggie, gus (like three ppl call them this and they Hate It A Lot) age: 29 years old gender: genderfluid pronouns: they/them (default, used most often in neutral or mildly positive interaction), she/her (much more familiar, should only be used by those close to her), he/him (doesn’t hate this one but if he only uses this with you then he hates you) orientation: gay status: formerly betrothed (x3)

bio.

(tw for toxic family dynamics, chronic illness, mental illness, murder, assassination, illness, near death experience)

you’re born into the world screaming. your parents are relieved. strong lungs. healthy. a boy. in all, a fine heir to the throne. within your first ten years of life you’ll dash all of those assumptions. the first comes when you’re still a baby. you’re prone to bouts of wailing, fevers you can’t express and pain you cannot soothe. you’re a sickly baby, and fussy at that. but the bouts seem to lessen with age, and your parents hope it will just be a funny anecdote, something to give you a hard time for when you’re older. at four, you take to draping blankets like dresses and fashioning pretend rings and necklaces, calling yourself a princess as you twirl. your parents don’t mind it. you’re an odd child, but you’re their child. some days you’re a prince, and others you’re a princess. in the grand scheme, where is the harm? six is when things change.

six is when the first attack happens. it’s summer, and you and max are outside. the two of you are always out doing something, especially now. eddie’s going to be big enough to join you when you play before you know it, or so your mother says. but it’s been the two of you your whole lives. you love max. you don’t love sharing. so the two of you run outside now, while you still can. you’re not sure what triggers it. one moment the two of you are running, laughing, shrieking in that sort of childlike delight one loses all too quickly, and the next your chest feels like fire. air doesn’t come easily, and you can’t get enough in at one time to say what’s wrong. you just keep wheezing, obviously distressed. help is swift, but it still feels, in your mind, like it goes on forever.

that’s just the first one. more will follow, and soon you’re being monitored much too closely for your liking. you’re only allowed to play slower games, and you’re brought in when it’s too cold or too hot, and soon it feels like you’re hardly allowed to do anything on your own at all. you fight tooth and nail for your life back. you want to run down the hills with your brother and you want to pretend to be knights fighting a dragon together and you do not want to be inside, stuck reading books and entertaining your baby brother. you love him, make no mistake. but you’d love more if you’d gotten a choice. this is when the rift starts. max is strong. max can go out. max can run and jump and fight and he learns to weave his words into things people love, something for people to fawn over. you don’t want to hate him. but you can feel when things shift. your father’s favor always felt obligated to land on you, as the eldest. but now with your health and strength and viability as heir are called into question, you can feel all favor direct to max. you do not want to be angry.

but you learn at 13 that anger burns all too easily. you’ve heard the whispers your whole life about the madness that runs in your uncles’ blood. it would seem such blood courses through you as well. you will spend days on end holed up in your room, refusing to be seen by anyone when not absolutely necessary, and even in some of those instances you must be strong armed. you’re listless, nearly impossible to rouse into any sort of excitement. you want to be alone. those days are hard, but worse are the opposite. you can also find yourself gripped tightly by a mania, sometimes so strong you pace the halls instead of sleeping, a frantic, frenzied thing. you feel like a caged animal. these spells are when you’re most likely to fight, to kick and scream and refuse to be contained. you develop a habit of escape, to the point you earn yourself a personal guard, then another when the first seems to throw his hands up in defeat, calling you impossible.

gabriel is younger than you, and you think it a bit foolish they trust him with looking after you. you hover in some degree of clarity most of the time, and you’re certain he’ll be begging for reassignment by the first showing of mania. but if he is intimidated by the task, he’s good at hiding it. he’s been at your side ever since, and by now you wouldn’t want him anywhere else. you joke he knows too much. on some level, you’re serious. he knows too much, but he doesn’t know all. there are things you kept from him, certain truths you worked to obscure. partly because in the beginning you did not trust him with such information, and partially because to some degree hiding was all you knew.

he’s the son of a high ranking noble in the region, a mere four months your senior. as such, the two of you are good friends as children. he leaves when the two of you are young, and you had been distraught. outside of max, who by now you had closed yourself off to, he was one of your closest friends. you’ve never quite learned how to process loss. when he comes back, older and taller but his grin still lopsided and his eyes still pools of amber and honey when the light hits them just right, well. you’d never hidden your disdain for the betrothals your parents had tried to force upon you. on some level, you’d known why. but seeing him here, this was more. officially, the two of you were fast friends once more. you don’t kid yourself into thinking no one knew what was going on behind closed doors and hidden in corners of the library and tucked away in gardens away from prying eyes. but to speak it aloud felt like a disservice. first love is funny like that. you want everyone to know, but you don’t want to tell them, because your words will never be good enough.

a couple of years go on like this, and all is well. then the plague sweeps through. you’re all but sealed away, concern for your constitution usurping any protest you may have against the matter. you do not do well in confinement, and the stress of it all has your mind and your chest burning in equal measures. you hate this. you hate this. your love must see you in secret, under the cover of night or when gabriel is willing to look the other way. you worry seeing how madness has gripped you will drive him away. and still, he stays. then, somehow, despite all the precaution, you take ill. as was feared, the illness ravages you. you’re sick for weeks, at times so weak there is doubt if you will survive. he visits you only once, and weeks later a letter arrives for you. it is kept from you, waiting for your recovery. as your strength returns, and fears of your passing ebb, it is handed over, and the contents horrify you. you burn the letter. you never want to see it, would burn it from your memory if you could.

a rival had confronted him about his visits to the castle, inquiring what business would have him ducking out so late at night. words were exchanged, though you know none of these specifics. they don’t matter. what does matter is that not long after his last visit to you, he was struck down by an unknown assailant. he’s gone. he is gone and you are still here, in some cruel twist of fate. a plague that kills most of its victims spares you while a blade that had no real reason to be unsheathed takes the man you love. you burn the letter. you tell no one of your grief. the loss isn’t a secret to anyone, but even those who know this was not simply an unfortunate loss of a friend will not see you break. you’re determined. everyone thinks you weak and they will expect you to crumble but you will not.

you cannot hide from your own mind, though, and the low episodes stretch out in your grief. still, you refuse to speak of it, refuse to allow it to be real. you think this is something you can control, something you can twist up and hide away like everything else. maybe in some ways it is. some part of you is aware that every time you try to bury things down deep, they burn brighter when they break through. but for now, you can hold off. for now, you can lie.

#1642hqintro

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stvpidbltch · 3 years ago

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lil dash game i stole bc y not??

╳ FLAWS.

♔ STRENGTHS.

🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

tagged by: i stole it :p

tagging: you!

#me bolding all of the flaws bc she's awful #☆ﾟ strawberry lipstick state of mind ↳ musings + hcs. ◝

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frogprinceus · 11 months ago

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Rate your muse's traits 0-10!

Repost and rate your muse's traits, then tag your followers.

Compassion: 10/10 Bitterness: 5/10 Happiness: 6/10 Politeness: 7/10 Chivalry: 8/10 Pride: 10/10 Honesty: 6/10 Bravery: 10/10 Recklessness: 6/10 Ambition: 8/10 Loyalty: 10/10 Love: 10/10 Sense of family: 10/10 Attractiveness: 10/10 Agility: 10/10 Sex drive: 100/10

Tagged by: no one XD

Tagging: you!

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frogprinceus · 1 year ago

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WHERE SHOULD YOU BE KISSED?

cheek.

you are made of light. your cheeks hurt from grinning, sun-kissed and lifting in a bubbling laugh. you should be kissed there. and often. a reminder that you are a joy to be around, and that your smiling face is a gift.

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frogprinceus · 2 years ago

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How adorable are you?

"If you are a beauty lady, then yes!"

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frogprinceus · 2 years ago

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#♔ ┇ funny games ( dash games )#why not lol

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frogprinceus · 2 years ago

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How does your story end?

in a betrayal.

you trusted, and now you must pay the price… your final word is a half-whispered question, "why?"

"Not quite a betrayal, but something close to it."

Tagged: @uppermoonkoku (thank you!)

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frogprinceus · 2 years ago

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MUN VS MUSE

#♔ ┇ funny games ( dash games )#this is yong jiraiya

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frogprinceus · 2 years ago

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How Adorable Are You?

I'm definitely more adorable than that!

#♔ ┇ funny games ( dash games )#lol

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frogprinceus · 1 year ago

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which tragic character from ancient greek literature are you?

patroclus

you are patroclus, from the iliad by homer, doomed by fate to be stuck in a love story that has no place on the battlefield. although you always have the best intentions, you have to realize you cannot save everyone. your unwavering loyalty means you often lose yourself in the process of putting others first. take a deep breath, remember who you are, and that you are deserving of the same love you try to put out. you are kind, you are strong, and you give and you give but it is never enough to protect those you love. in the end, it's not even enough to protect yourself.

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frogprinceus · 3 years ago

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how do strangers perceive you?

full of golden light

the smell of soup cooking in the other room. golden hour sunlight peeking in through the windows. laughter that bounces against the walls and smiles you can't help but mirror. you're easy to approach. your best feature is probably your smile. you don't mind looking silly if it makes people laugh. you're not easily embarrassed. you're calm and you make people feel at ease. you're a good listener because you really really care what they have to say. people leave every interaction with you feeling just a little bit more loved. you're a kind soul, and people can see that. you mean so much more to people than you know.

Tagged by: stolen from @silenceindefeat

Tagging: anyone who want it

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frogprinceus · 3 years ago

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You look good wearing WHAT?

Jiraiya looks best wearing: ① McDonald's Uniform.　② Nothing.　③ Cat suit.