#Muse: Princess Jasmine

[kaitlinamberxo]

“How dare you? All of you! Standing around deciding my future? I am not a prize to be won!”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 6/100: Princess Jasmine

[ofcelestialstories]

.｡.:*☆ woah! was that PRINCESS JASMINE walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from DISNEY/ ALADDIN. they’re  26 and live in GLEN OAK HEIGHTS, but watch out because they can be  FEISTY + STUBBORN but are actually INDEPENDENT + ROMANTIC. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of NOT BEING AFRAID TO SPEAK HER MIND; ACTUALLY CARING ABOUT THE POOR PEOPLE IN HER FATHER’S KINGDOM; NOT GOING WELL WITH BEING TOLD WHAT SHE HAS TO DO; USING HER BEAUTY TO WRAP PEOPLE AROUND HER LITTLE FINGER when imagining them. / medalion rahimi, she/her

[asexxxualerotica]

Lore: Princess Jasmine

Because Jasmine was never allowed to leave the palace, she did what she could to get her taste of the world outside their walls, with much of her exploration of it in books her servants would collect for her from the bazaar. She’s a hopeless romantic, and kept refusing suitors because she kept waiting for one who could measure up to her favorite character.

[dear-slim]

pumpkin spice - m.m

Warnings: Smut, 18+, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), spicy spicy sex 🤭, multiple orgasms, hot hot hot, voyeurism

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

A/N - spoky 🎃👻 (yes, I’ve quite literally copy and pasted this from my main blog, don’t come at me, Idc. This is set in the modern day but with 2000s eminem coz I can’t be bothered to change the plot, sorry not sorry.

also if it says ‘lando/lan’ anyways, it’s meant to be em, I literally copy and pasted it from my other blog smh

 “A couple’s outfit would be cute,” you said, scrolling through your Pinterest feed, a few cute outfits of Mario and Princess Peach, as well as Disney themed ones. “I wasn’t exactly intending to go for ‘cute’,” Em said, sitting beside you.

He was in some random black hoodie of his, the hood pulled over his curls as he watched you scroll on your laptop. “Then what?” you gave him a huff, your lip pushed out in a pout. “I was thinking something along the lines of hot,” he mused with a shrug, taking a sip of his pumpkin spice latte.

“Men should apologise to women for saying this is bad,” Em hummed, lifting the cup to your lips as you took a sip. “I agree,” you said, letting him take control of the keyboard, holding the warm cup in your hands as he searched for an outfit. “Call it cliche, but I’d look hot as the Joker,”.

“…I’m gonna call it cliche,”.

But finally, after a whole week of him persuading you not to dress up as Jasmine and Aladdin, you settled on being the Harley Quinn to his Joker. The Halloween party was fire, some friends dressed in outfits, ranging from extreme to merely some makeup.

Em himself had scrunched his hair with green dye that he could wash out the next day, face smeared with white paint, his lips stained with red colour, in the classic joker suit. And fucking hell, he looked really hot.

“What are you doing??” you hissed as you felt his hand on your waist, guiding you away from the dim, purplish-blue lights, his face illuminated with streaks of pink light shedding on his perfect features. “You look so hot,” he mumbled, taking in your shirt and little skirt.

“So do you,” you said, your boots clicking as he pulled you into the bathroom, shutting the door. “We’re not doing a bathroom fuck,” you huffed as he rolled his eyes. “I never said I was planning on it,” he pointed out as you let out an amused giggle.

“Your body language implied it. Heavily,” you said with a scrunch of your nose as he gave your sides teasing squeeze. “My body language says just you fucking wait til we go home,” he hissed into your ear, the sudden shift between playing and lust evident as your breath hitched.

Yet, before a word could be spoken, he left. God, Marshall Mathers was nothing short of a little damn tease. And he knew it so fucking well, sometimes you just wanted to…you didn’t even know. But thanks to him, you couldn’t party and jump anymore, your thighs squeezed together with heat.

“Em,” you said, reluctantly grabbing your boyfriend’s wrist as he turned to you, one of his hands clasping a red plastic cup, “can we go now?”. He cocked his head, a smirk threatening to jump to his features. “Home?” he said, voice almost mocking.

“Oh but baby,” he said, the pet name almost tantalising and hitting straight to your core, “I’m not done partying,”. This little shit!? “Em,” you hissed, a little annoyed at his teasing as he mimicked your half-pout. He pulled you close to him, your hips swaying in time with the music as he held your hips…or rather, your thighs.

He knew fully one his hands were almost under your skirt, as he dragged his fingers down to toy with your wet core, your panties warm with your heat, legs throbbing and desperate. “Em, we’re in public,” you said, eyes wide as he circled your clit through your panties.

“I know that,” he said, rolling his eyes, “just wanna feel how wet my girl is,”. You whined, trying your hardest not to grind down on his hand as he clucked his tongue. “Needy thing,” he said, “go to the bathroom,”. At his words, your eyes lit up, was he gonna give you what you wanted?

Nope.

Marshall Mathers, the man that he is. “Hey baby,” he said, digging his hands into his pockets as he walked in. You had positioned yourself sitting on the sink already, ready for him…your eyes travelling over his costume and how good his hair looked, scrunched in the green dye, a smirk on his handsome face.

“Got a little thing for you,” he thrusted a small device into your hands as you whined again. “Enjoy!” he called into the door before leaving. Little shit. You huffed, lifting one leg onto the sink and sliding the toy inside of you, a small moan on your lips. It didn’t make up the size of Em, but it’d work.

“Where’s the..?” you trailed off, frowning as you searched for the remote. Only for a sharp pulse to shoot into your core, your eyes rolling as you clung to the sink, the toy vibrating against your core. “You good, girl?” some other girl walked in, raising a brow to you as you nodded.

“Y-Yeah,” you breathed, forcing a smile to your face, “just had too much to drink is’all,” you said, words slurring a bit. The girls gave you a bit of a weird look as you left but you didn’t care, far too caught up in the fact that Em had the damn remote and was teasing the unholy fuck out of you.

“Em,” you whined, hands gripping onto his shoulders as he swayed your body, and you desperately tried to keep your face natural. “Too much f’you?” he smirked, “this isn’t what you wanted?”. God, did he always have to be a tease. “Shame, don’t wanna go trick or treating now, do you?”.

“Em, I swear to god, I’ll-,” you growled, only to be cut off by your own yelp as you buried your face into his neck, feeling the sharp intensity of the vibrator as he turned it up. “What you’re gonna do is you’re gonna shut your little mouth for now,” he said, “and you can open it when I want you to suck my dick,”.

“You’re not in the place to argue with me,” he added more firmly as you huffed but kept your mouth closed. You’d be damned than to go a Halloween night without his cock to ravage you. “Wanna nail you so bad,” he said, voice dropping to a huskier level, “but you’re gonna earn it by being quiet,”.

You nodded, body shuddering with need but said nothing, as he went back to swaying on the spot, taking a sip from his red cup. “This isn’t mine,” he said, his voice quiet in your ear, putting the cup down and taking another. “Em, please,” you whined, your legs quivering, “can we go home?”.

He rolled his eyes once again, his hand holding onto your forearm to support you as you squeezed your thighs together, the feeling of the toy against your sensitive skin sending your body in little shock waves. He clicked his tongue but took you out anyways, walking to the car.

“Can’t believe you made me leave the party,” he said with a sigh, which was very much fake. Both of you knew he’d rather be nailing you right now. You huffed, a pout on your lips, which only turned to a shriek as he turned the vibrator to the maximum. “Em! Don’t d-do it that h-high!” you tried to fumble for the remote, which he held out of your reach.

“I’m g-gonna c-cum before we’re e-even home!” you tried to argue as he thrust the remote into the backseat somewhere. “Good,” he said, “I need you all wet f’me when we’re home, I don’t have time to finger you,”. Admittedly, it was a hot idea, but all you could focus on was the moans of pleasure as your orgasm flooded through.

The psycho Joker costume really did fit him, then. You managed to stumble inside as he smirked, lifting you up easily, tossing the vibrator into some corner, as he dropped you on the bed, your body bouncing. It was evident you were a little exhausted, but nowhere near tired enough for you not to get on your hands and knees immediately.

“Well will you look at that,” he mused, “someone’s needy,”. But, instead of his tip pressing to your clit, your back arched and you moaned as his tongue came in contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, replaced by his nose as he licked through your folds, his nose rubbing at your clit.

“Em, oh my-,” you cut yourself off with a moan as your body threatened to collapse, only stopped by his wrapping an arm round your waist to steady you as he pushed himself further between your folds, his tongue licking further through your sensitive skin, circling your entrance as he pushed inside of you.

You gasped again, subconsciously pushing yourself closer to him, his tongue swirling round inside of you collecting your juices as his lips coated in the stuff, his hand reaching for undo the top of your outfit. Sure, maybe this wasn’t a ghostface sort of thing, but it was alright, wasn’t it?

A gasp of half indignance and a whine left your lips as he moved away from you, straightening up. “Em,” you whispered, maybe he would give you what you wanted? He turned a blind eye to it, ignoring you as he watched a spider climb over the wall. “Em!” you whined again.

There was no way on Halloween night that he was going to leave you with your fingers, right? “Beg for it,” he said simply, another huff leaving your lips, “without the attitude,” he pinched your chin between his fingers harshly as you nodded. “Em,” you whined, your voice trying to convince.

“Can you go down on me? Please?” you begged as he hummed. “Could do,” he said with a shrug, making you more and more frustrated. “Em!” you started again, “please, I need you so bad, feel how wet I am,” you traced his finger through your folds. That was enough for him.

“Sit on my face,” he said, your eyes widening. You’d never done that before, but you needed him so mad, no matter what form he came in as he laid on the bed, his hands holding your thighs as you lowered down.

“All the way,” he tutted, pulling on your thighs as your clit made contact with his nose, his tongue pushed deep inside of you, reaching for the spot that made you scream his name, your hands bunching in his hair, your nails digging into his neck.

You knew he was okay with it, his eyes shimmering from beneath you as his lips moved under your folds, his tongue sliding in and out of you, as you slowly moved your hips. “That’s it,” he cooed, his voice deep and muffled beneath you as he coaxed you to ride his face, his nose buried in your clit.

You could feel yet another orgasm building inside of your stomach, quicker this time, almost like the last one had prompted off a domino effect, your eyes rolling as Em gave you full control, his tongue out, your core dripping with need and want. His hands reached up to your with your tits, slowly cupping them, teasing at the nipples with his thumbs as you moaned.

“Oh fuck, Em, right there,” you gasped, finding that point that made your toes curl, your eyes rolling back at the feeling. You looked over your shoulder, the growing bulge in his pants growing by the second as you turned around, reaching your hand under his belt, taking his heavy, thick cock in your palm.

His gasp went straight to your core, your hips grinding down, his nose and lips coated in your juices, slick and easy to move across him as you spread the precum leaking for, his tip across his length, tracing the vein along the underside of his cock with your free hand, all whilst moving across his face.

Your thighs squeezed round his head, your clit throbbing as your orgasm pushed through, your body limp and weak, hand movement across his rock-hard cock slowing down and becoming sloppier and sloppier. He sat up, holding you on his lap as you pumped his cock, moving your core along his bare thighs. God how needy could you be?

You’d teased him earlier, now he’d get his payback. You watched with narrowed eyes as he licked his fingers, your juices collected on his lips as he cleaned it off with his tongue. “I’m not here to just please you,” he said, moving his hips as if to say ‘I have needs too’. You might’ve sounded selfish, but you were desperate.

With a huff, you moved onto your knees, opening your mouth as he tutted. “Really? That’s all? You know that won’t fit,” he said, pushing your lips apart further. You gasped as he slid into your mouth, his cock heavy on your tongue, pushing your lips apart as he felt the bulge in your cheek.

His tip was pressed against the back of your throat, almost as if was letting you adjust - and just when you felt like your mouth was gonna explode, he pulled out, your small coughs and splutters filling the air. He pushed your head further, your small gagging sound against his thigh vibrating through his body. Tears began to form in your eyes from how hard he was pushing you, his cheeks flushed red with pleasure.

“Are you a slut, Y/N?” he asked, pulling you off of him as you gasped for air, the air smelling like sex, your eyes hazy and filled with slight tears from the strain as you nodded. “Yes,” you said, you didn’t need him to tell you to use your words as he hummed again. He was less rough, instead, bobbing your head up and down on the tip only, guiding your small hand to the base and pushing it up and down.

You gagged again, pushing more of him into your mouth. There was something about the way he gasped and his eyes rolled at your bold move...he turned his head to look down, your thighs squeezing together as he pushed them apart, eyes running over your wet folds once more.

Your back arched as he toyed around with your folds once more, circling your entrance with his thumb as you continued to bob your head, almost copying his movements on his cock. You whined as he pushed his longest finger into you, slowly pumping as your head fell a little onto his knee.

His other hand tangled in your hair, pushing you further down on his cock, a bulge forming in your throat as he fingered you, your cunt clenching round his digits. “Need my cock in you, do you?” he asked, to which you nodded, lips never leaving his cock. “Of course you do,” he scoffed, pulling you off of him by your hair.

You whined as he did so, your lips almost reaching to put him back on your tongue, the feeling of his heavy, thick cock against your tongue sending pulses into your core, but you weren’t complaining as he turned you round, pushing you over the bed, your ass against his cock as he groaned, pulling you back.

“Please, I need you,” you gasped, your hands balling into fists into the sheets as he hummed, reaching one hand round the front of you toy with your clit, your head falling into the mattress as he slid his cock inside of you, the pad of his thumb flicking over your slick bundle of nerves.

“Fuckin’ tight, aren’t you?” he groaned, your cunt clenching round his thigh member, the vein along the bottom throbbing against your entrance before he started moving, pulling all the way back so his head was hanging inside of you, before he plunged back inside of you, another moan on his lips.

“So full,” Em groaned into your ear, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he pulled one of your arms behind your back, holding it there as you dragged at the bedsheets, his hips moving slowly, each thrust picking up pace, as he moved his other hand out of your hair to squeeze at the flesh of your ass.

“Fuck, my favourite treat,” Em gasped, his voice hoarse and rough as he held you close to him, his chest pressing to your back, the scent of sweat and the sheen of his sweat on his skin evident in the air as you moaned, your cheeks flushed red, hair messy and disheveled.

“Daddy’s little monster, yeah?” Em groaned, picking up the shirt he’d thrust onto the side when he’d tore it from your body, thrusting it onto the bed in front of you as your pussy strangled at his cock, your hips moving to try and take all of him, earning yourself a sharp smack on the back of you ass.

A strangled moan left your lips at the feeling as he scowled, one hand wrapping round your throat as he pulled all the way out. You whined again, the sound muffled from Em’s hand as your cunt clenched round air, and you could practically feel the amused smirk playing on his lip.

Without warning, he pushed himself back into you again, pulling a loud shriek out of you, his thick length hitting resistance immediately. He muffled your moan let again, his fingers digging into your lips as he heard the doorbell suddenly. “The fuck-?” he asked, pulling out of you as you whined.

“Em,” you said, tugging at his hand as he stood up. “You can’t be that pathetic,” he said, very much nearly in disbelief that you couldn’t wait for his cock. “Fucking wait, and don’t you dare touch yourself,”. The doorbell went off again, the childish sound of ‘trick or treat’ ringing through the house as Em groaned.

“Behave,” he said, pulling his outfit back up properly and rushing down the stairs with the bowl of candy. You couldn’t help it, you needed to feel something, as you buried two fingers deep into your heat, not even making up half the side of his thick girth as you fucked yourself on your fingers.

“You little fucking-,” you gasped as Em glared at you, your fingers freezing deep inside your cunt, eyes wide. “Em, I-,” you were cut off as his hand reached to your hair, pushing you back onto the bed. “I don’t care,” he snapped harshly as you opened your mouth to speak.

A shriek left your lips as he plunged his cock once more into your cunt, welcomed with a wave of your juices. You were dizzy, breathless as he kept filling up your pussy with short, harsh strokes. Heavy grunts and growls accompanied the wet sounds of your sloppy holes getting fucked as he worked himself into a frenzy, your moans turning to squeaks.

His hips were moving to fast, ploughing in and out of you, you were sure you’d have bruises, and the ability to walk would be nothing but a damn myth to you. “You’re a fucking whore, Y/N,” Em growled into your ear as you whined. “I’m not a-,” you started.

“Shut the fuck up!” he snapped, landing a harsh smack onto your ass as you shrieked again. “Just shut up and take my cock,” he said, his chest heaving as his thrusts became sloppier, your cunt clenching round him as your orgasm hit, your body spasming with need, from what felt like your hundredth orgasm that night.

You’d lost count at that point anyways, as you shook, your arms shaking and hands clawing at the bedsheets as Em tightened his grip round your neck, his seed spilling into you, dripping out of your tight cunt, his cock hanging inside of you before he pulled out, a moan on your lips as he pushed his own cum back inside of you.

“Happy Halloween, baby,”.

[mcflymemes]

i feel like people keep interchanging MAINS, EXCLUSIVES, and AFFILIATES and haphazardly using them without really recognizing what they mean, so here's a brief description of the differences.

MAINS are the primary group of roleplay blogs you interact with on a regular basis. you might choose to prioritize them in terms of replies or ask memes, or focus on their dynamics more often than you do others.

EXCLUSIVES are the only version of that character you will write with. as an example, if you add a canon superman or a princess jasmine to your exclusives, it means you will not write with or follow any duplicates of those characters.

** this can also include FACECLAIM EXCLUSIVES, where you won't follow duplicate faceclaims of your favorite blogs. weird example, but if you're writing with a blog using tom hanks as their faceclaim, you might say you're faceclaim exclusive with that blog and refuse to write with or follow any other blogs using tom hanks.

AFFILIATES are blogs with extensive ties to your blog's canon. their characters are weaved into your storyline to such a degree that you cannot separate them from one another. maybe they're your primary or single ship partner. maybe you created the characters together. maybe they're from the same piece of media and you want to establish their significant ties to your muse and their story. this is a step up from exclusives, and their url is often linked in your pinned or placed on your rules page.

[animezinglife]

Legacies in Gold

In the aftermath of Beron's defeat, the High Lord of Autumn embraces a new vision for his life.

Genre: General, Family, Mild Angst, Fluff Post-canon one-shot written for @erisweekofficial (Day 2: Legacy). Includes post-canon Elucien. | Masterlist This fic idea came out of nowhere and wouldn't let me go until I'd written it. It may be short, but it's close to my heart, and I'm happy to share it with you. AO3 Link. Please don't copy or re-post this anywhere.

It was odd watching them at times. His niece bounced alongside his favorite hound on her tiny, bare toes, fawn-brown eyes bright with life and wonder as she shuffled through the colorful leaves. She was only three years old, and there were times when Eris realized he’d forgotten a child could be so full of life. He smiled as she turned and buried her face in the hound’s shoulder, the dog turning slightly and nuzzling her red curls. Lucien followed just behind them, looking more at ease than Eris had seen him in a long time.

The child practically glowed from her parents’ love. 

Until she’d been born, Eris had almost forgotten how easy it could be to love someone, if he’d ever known at all. She was the best of both of them: had his brother’s red hair and, despite her young age, his terrible, braying laugh. She had a more golden gleam to her skin than her mother, but there would never be any doubt that she was Elain’s daughter. She took in the world around her fully, quietly observing and wrapping every Fae and human alike she encountered around her small finger. 

Eris was among them. He would lay down his life for the child without hesitation if it ever came to it; burn any world that wronged her.

She would never know the sort of childhood he and Lucien had endured. No, his niece could simply be a child, and he’d be damned if she ever had a bad memory from visiting the Autumn Court. 

The scent of honey and jasmine flooded his senses, and a hand on his shoulder interrupted his musings. 

“Do you intend to keep hiding from us much longer?” Elain asked as she smoothed her skirts and sat down on the steps of the Forest House next to him. The corners of his mouth twitched again, and he fought the urge to stand and bow. Elain didn’t care for hierarchies; had never cared for the formalities of the Fae courts behind closed doors. They were family, she had insisted. There needed to be both time and place to be themselves. 

They watched the young princess in silence for a moment as she tossed the leaf she’d held overhead and watched it float gently to the ground. Atlas sniffed at it and sneezed, and the child scratched him behind his ears. 

Eris smirked. 

His most fearsome hound, turned into a spoiled lapdog by a small child.

“She loves it here, you know,” Elain said, and Eris quirked a brow. “She kept telling Lucien how she couldn’t wait to see you and Atlas again.”

“I’m surprised I was mentioned first in that,” Eris replied, nodding at the smokehound’s wagging tail as the child’s giggle filled the air. 

“Well, I might have altered it a bit.” Elain’s smile was warm, and he smirked in return. A crisp breeze fell over them, and his sister-in-law breathed it in deeply. “It is nice to be here again. It’s so…quiet.”

“Wasn’t always.” Eris leaned back slightly, resting his forearms against the highest step and stretching his legs out before him. “It could be like this for days, weeks. Until it wasn’t.” 

“I know.” Her voice was gentle, and he didn’t need to turn to know the look she held. He wasn’t sure how much Lucien had told her about their upbringing; their father. But it was clear Elain knew enough, and for her own sake, he hoped his brother had had the sense to spare her the most unsavory details. 

Beron’s cruelty had worn on them all no matter what masks they wore. 

And this place…

Eris had never been the sentimental type. He’d learned long ago to not get attached to anything that could be used to weaken him; to grow his father’s doubt or mistrust that had already been growing worse. He’d detached himself from anything–everything–that could fall victim to Beron’s hatred.

But there’d still been a flicker of remorse when Eris had stood beside his mother, shoulder-to-shoulder with Lucien and their remaining brothers flanking them all. When his mother had raised her hand first and they had set his father’s remains ablaze.

Not out of regret for killing the prick. 

No, Eris would never regret that; never regret ending that pain. Beron had chosen his fate.

Rather, it was the end to all that had been both torment and purpose. 

A sigh of relief.

A sigh of nothing. 

Eris and his family closed the chapter on their pain together, and yet…

He barely noticed Elain covering her hand in his, giving it a small, gentle pat. The image was almost comical: the female who’d been little more than a trembling fawn sitting beside the High Lord of Autumn without fear.

With understanding.

The warmth of her hands reminded him of the way his mother had taken his own after nothing had been left of the pyre but ash. He hadn’t remembered why his throat had felt so dry at the time; his voice so labored.

“Where will you go?”

“Wherever I wish.” His mother’s voice had been soft, but Eris thought she’d never looked as strong as she did in that moment. Still too thin; still gaunt, but the fire that ran through her lighting again. It was in her eyes; in the way she stood with her shoulders pulled back and strong.

Every bit a Lady of the Autumn Court.

Every bit a queen in her own right.

He hadn’t realized the burning at his eyes hadn’t been from the pyre’s smoke until she’d brushed a tear from his face that had fallen against his will.

“You’re free too, my love,” she’d murmured, brushing a lock of the red hair they shared from his face. “You choose your path now. Be who you were born to be. Who you want to be.”

Eris had become the High Lord of Autumn. 

Had nearly fallen to his knees when every High Lord had backed his claim.

Had fought to keep his hands from shaking as his people accepted him, bowing before him at his coronation.

He would be better than his father; what Beron had made him. Eris knew he wouldn’t be perfect, but he’d be damned if he ever failed his people or his family. If Autumn ever fell, Eris would go down with them.

It was a kinship he’d never expected to feel with a female who’d once been human: one who had helped to bridge the Fae and human lands together.

He smirked slightly as his niece turned from the hound and Lucien stooped, swinging her onto his shoulders as she reached for the colorful leaves on the tree overhead where they walked. He supposed he could give his brother some credit there, too, even if he could be a real ass. 

He took a deep breath and released it slowly. “You probably haven’t gotten much time away lately, have you?”

“Not away from work, at least. The drought in the human lands has Vassa and Jurian sparing every resource they can. Summer has been instrumental in aiding them, but…” her voice trailed slightly. “It’s still been a lot to manage; a lot more travel than usual. We’d love to help everyone, but...”

“But you’re still just two people.”

“Exactly.” Elain loosed a breath, and Eris felt another wave of calm settling over her. Only a small few knew the reality that the Cauldron had gifted her with more than just visions. The magic she possessed that gave life to the earth was unlike anything Prythian had ever seen. She wielded it well, using more covert methods to administer it behind her vast knowledge of gardening and growing understanding of agriculture. Combined with his brother’s heir gifts from Day, they were a formidable pair. 

Though that knowledge hadn’t stopped the Illyrian brute from asking his High King and Queen why they couldn’t just fuck the life back into the Continent like they’d apparently done in Spring, to which Elain had turned redder than her mate’s hair and Lucien had choked on his drink.

Eris would never admit it, but to Cassian’s credit, the question hadn’t been that ridiculous.

“May I ask you something, Eris?” 

“Anything, your majesty.”

She smacked his hand, and the smirk on his face grew. For whatever reason, she hesitated, but after a moment, she continued. “How long do you plan to deny yourself happiness?”

The question struck him, and he turned to her, not bothering to don his former mask of control. His brow raised, and she shook her head. 

“I just…want to make sure you’re seen. In whatever way you need to be.” 

He watched her for a moment, taking in her beautiful face and the eyes that missed nothing. Eris had prided himself on his ability to blend truths and lies.

He couldn’t lie to Elain.

He turned back slowly to where his brother, niece, and hound all stood. The girl had managed to catch hold of a particularly bright, golden leaf, and Lucien helped her pluck it from the tree and hold it in her small hands. 

He’d wondered what that would be like: to have a mate. A wife. A child. Eris had never known what a family was supposed to look like–not when his own mother’s spirit had been broken; how they’d all been broken and ruled by a tyrant’s hand. 

A tyrant who, Eris had to admit, had been broken, too.

He blew out a breath slowly. “I’m starting to wonder what that means.” 

His entire life had been about survival; about the Autumn Court throne. Now Eris had it, in a way that would allow him to paint Autumn with something good rather than ash and blood. It was a slow process and would remain that way. Change took time, but already, Autumn had come far. He had a good team: not the pompous kind of brutes Rhysand surrounded himself with, even if Eris had grown to like them. 

Somewhat. 

Eris had loyal companions. He the advisor who'd kept him grounded during Beron's bloody reign. He had support from powerful houses.

He had allies across courts.

He had his hounds.

His brother, damn him, was both Heir to Day and High King of Prythian, and his mate and wife the High Queen. 

Their little girl might as well have been as much Eris’s world as she was her parents’.

Even his mother had found happiness; peace. Eris visited her often, as she wasn’t quite sure how she felt returning here. She’d stood proudly at his coronation, her true mate at her side with his golden eyes and an expression that told Eris his mother would never know cruelty or pain again. 

He barely realized that Elain was still studying him, but after a moment, she let out a small, laughing breath. 

“Honestly,” she muttered. “And you both say I talk in riddles.” She paused, her eyes drifting out of focus as Lucien immediately stopped and turned their way. That bond really did make him insufferable, Eris thought and held up a hand as a serene expression washed over his sister-in-law’s face. “The raven calls to flame, watching, healing; waiting for the Nightmare's end. A blaze in the darkness to dance among jeweled trees…” her voice trailed though her expression remained, and quietly, Lucien joined them, lowering his daughter to the ground and giving her a nod to take Atlas inside. 

He knelt at her feet as Eris released her hand so Lucien could take both in his. Elain’s expression seemed to warm, her eyes slowly drifting back into focus as she blinked and took in the world around them again. 

“Elain.” His brother’s voice was uncommonly gentle. “What did you see?” 

To his surprise, Elain turned to Eris, a small hint of a smile playing at her lips. “Nothing that won’t reveal itself in time.” 

“Like I said,” Eris muttered as she got to her feet, Lucien joining her. He brought his hands to his thighs and stood up himself. “Riddles.”

“Some things are more fun that way.” 

Eris didn’t miss the flicker of mischief in her eyes, or the small glance she threw his brother before turning back to him and giving him a peck on the cheek before stepping inside after her daughter and the hound.

Lucien watched after her, a small smirk forming at his lips. “You'll get used to it, brother.”

“Have you?” 

Lucien shook his head once. “No, and I don’t think I ever will. Thank the gods.” He gave him a pat on the shoulder before following his mate inside, leaving Eris standing on the steps alone surrounded by the crisp breeze and jeweled Autumn trees.

He let peace fall over him, only the wind through the trees and the princess’s happy laugh filling the air with warmth from inside the home.

He didn’t deny himself happiness anymore. Happiness was here in Autumn. It was in the Forest House that had blossomed back to life; in the family that stepped through his doors and the golden leaf held by the niece he adored. It was his smokehounds and his mother in Day.

For the first time in his life, he believed there might be more to come.

[ayotofu]

For the hurt/comfort meme how about 5 and nico robin (it's still her birthday somewhere) and jinbei?

nico robin my beloved princess!!!!!!!!! anyway this ended up being. not hurt. but just sweet musings? sorry lmao

--

Jinbei knew who Nico Robin was when he joined the Strawhats.

Everyone did. The eight-year-old who destroyed eight Navy ships all by herself (or three, or ten--the number changed every time he heard the story). The Demon Child. Her very existence was an unconscionable crime in the eyes of the World Government.

As a fishman, Jinbei could relate.

Jinbei followed her story for years. There was a strange kinship to be had, with the woman who the World despised even more than it despised him and his brothers, even one-sided as it was. He wasn't stupid enough to believe anything the government had to say about her, but he could read between the lines. A narrow escape here, a betrayal there. Her life seemed destined for misery.

And yet.

Jinbei remembers the tale of the Straw Hats assault on Enies Lobby. Most of it he'd heard from behind bars, waiting for a chance to escape the torturous Impel Down. It hadn't been high priority for him at the time, not with the impending war, but he remembered thinking good for her. She had found her place at last, and he took a moment to relish in a vicarious joy.

So when he finally meets her, as a crewmate on Luffy's ship, he almost hugs her like an old friend. Look, he wants to say, we both made it! The world was against us, and yet!

But he does nothing. He says nothing. He says hello, like she's only one of many new friends, like he doesn't know who she is.

--

One night, Jinbei finds her on the deck long after the others have gone to sleep.

"Oh, Jinbei-san," she says, with a smile that says she knows more than she's saying. Jinbei kind of thinks that's just what she looks like. "Can't sleep?"

"Not really." He sits next to her on the grass. "Caught in my head, I suppose."

Her smile softens. "Would you like some tea?" She holds out a cup, the delicate scent of jasmine curling off the liquid.

"Thank you," he says, accepting the cup. "What brings you out here?"

"I like the night sky. The stars, the galaxies. Nami lets me know when the sky will be clearest and I will come out and stargaze."

"Hm." They lapse into silence, sipping on their tea and staring up at the stars.

"You know," Jinbei says without thinking, "I was really happy when I heard you were on this crew."

"Oh?" And there's an edge to her voice, one that reminds him that for all her gentle smiles, she was once well-known as an assassin. It warns to tread carefully, and Jinbei can only imagine what scenarios she is conjuring in her mind for her to think he is being anything but sincere.

"I knew your story for a long time. Well, parts of it. I always thought we had a lot in common. Enemies of the government simply for being alive."

"Oh," she says, blinking in surprise. "I... hadn't thought of that before."

Jinbei laughs a little. "Of course not! You had much bigger concerns. But, I was always rooting for you. I was so excited to hear about your escape from Enies Lobby. I just--I wanted you to know that. Even when you were alone, some of us were on your side."

"Oh," she says, and her voice wavers, just the tiniest bit. She takes another sip of her tea and they sit in silence for a few minutes more.

"Well," Jinbei says with a yawn, "I should try to sleep a little more. Thanks for letting me sit with you."

"You're welcome. And, Jinbei?" She turns to look at him fully, squeezing his hand in hers. "Thank you."

He grins. "Of course." He heads back to the bunks, and he's asleep as soon as he lays back down in his hammock.

[thecrazyone1990]

Open Master/Slave Fandom RP (to all Fandoms)

Princess Jasmine, daughter of the Sultan, is seen preparing for the arrival of the suitor who her father chose to meet with her. Your muse, a conqueror promised to spare his kingdom, in exchange for his daughter's hand in marriage. Jasmine was furious at her father for what he did, so she chose to go along with the marriage. But only to get your muse to take over the kingdom in the end as payback against her father.

Jasmine watched as your muse arrived, while wearing an outfit she knew would win your muse over. "You must be the suitor who has been chosen to marry me. I'm your bride, Jasmine. And I'm ready to consummate our marriage."

((Have some fun breaking her, while can be an older male/female or even shota, either one works))

[tiaramania]

Le Bal 2023

Le Bal des Débutantes is tomorrow and I'm very excited that V Muse will be the official jewelers again. We usually see a tiara or two at the event but last year was amazing because they choose an estate jeweler with a huge historical collection instead of a company making new jewelry. As far as I can tell V Muse currently has ten tiaras in their inventory and I hope to see several of them worn by this year’s participants.

Advaitesha Birla - Sabyasachi

Angelina Jordan - Dolce & Gabbana

Anya Embiricos - Celia Kritharioti

Marchioness Barbara Berlingieri - Giambattista Valli

Eden Leprevost Blin-Lebreton - Natan

Elizabeth Webster - Guo Pei

Ella McCaw - Fovari

Hannah Husain - Elie Saab

Countess Honor d’Andlau-Hombourg - Stéphane Rolland

Archduchess Ildikó of Habsburg-Lorraine - Alexis Mabille

Jasmine Yen - Georges Hobeika

Lara Connor - Carolina Herrera

Countess Lara Cosima Henckel von Donnersmarck - Jean Paul Gaultier

Princess Lissie Sellassie - Lavin

Louisa Dub - Ralph Lauren

Olivia Ford Uzielli - Oscar de la Renta

Roxie Zhao - Franck Sorbier

Skye Wong - Vivienne Westwood

Talitha Stern - Christian Dior

Victoria Mestre Cisneros - Antonio Grimaldi

Yvette Yao - Armani Privé

You can see all of my post about the tiaras worn at Le Bal in the past here.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

For the HoM au: I’m not sure if anyone asked this before but what if the house of mouse crew somehow manages to get a pic of Yuu in a wedding dress in their hands. Like it was a picture of her trying on her mom’s wedding dress or something. Don’t ask how they got that pic.

So I can see this going one of three ways:

Pomefiore is staging a production and Yuu is wearing a wedding dress for one scene. Someone snaps a picture of it and sends it to her and she shows that picture to the lot in the club.

She wore a wedding dress during the Ghost Bride incident when they were coming up with a plan to crash Idia and Eliza's 'wedding' - it was probably used as a distraction to cause a scene and stall for time since it's a universally known fact that no one wears white to a wedding, let alone an actual wedding dress.

Yuu has a picture of herself wearing her mother's wedding dress on her phone from back in her world. Since her phone came with her, the photograph did as well and she was showing it her friends.

If it's one or two, the situation would be a bit more comical and it would start with everyone complimenting on how lovely she looks in that dress - before all hell breaks loose when one of the great seven suggests that she would even better in something that matches their (and their twst counterpart, as a result) aesthetic: (e.g. Ursula mentions that she would look absolutely radiant in a dress covered in pearls, Hades points out that she would look better in darker colours and that skulls are much cooler, the Queen of Hearst says that roses are far superior whilst Maleficent muses that jewels from Malleus' hoard would make for some lovely jewelry etc)

If it's the third situation it would be a bit more bittersweet since Yuu is happily telling everyone about her playing dress up but she's clearly upset since she misses her mother. The princesses sense this and before anyone does anything, Snow White reminisces on how her father had a portrait done when he married her mother and when she married Prince Florian, she asked her tailor to recreate that dress as a way to honour her dead parents and feel like they're still with her since her stepmother destroyed all of her mother's belongings beforehand. After she tells Yuu that she still misses her mother, Cinderella joins in and tells Yuu about her mother and then Jasmine and Belle and Ariel and every princess with a dead mother are sharing their own stories of how they miss their mothers and how much they love them and it's turned into a whole motherless support group.

Earlier, on mother's day, I was going to make a post on how the Disney characters bring their (good/not villainous) mums to the club and they all end up doting on Yuu and it ends up sort of like this where Yuu is in the middle of a hug between Queen Leah, Chicha, Human Mrs Potts, Mrs Darling and Tiana's mum and also the animal mothers like Kanga, Perdita, Mrs Jumbo, Duchess, Sarabi and Bambi's mother, etc.

But I bet Yuu would love to hear about the royal weddings between the princes and princesses.

[aconites]

happy 2024! as it's a new year, i thought this was the perfect time to post a plotting call for those who might be interested in writing with me!  if you want to do threads with someone who will message you at the crack of dawn with random headcanons, musings and create graphics (manips, gifs manips, crackships, etc​ )  for our characters — look no further. i also have no triggers, am sm.ut friendly and i love to do multiple plots with the same partner. bellow the cut you’ll find a list of wanted faceclaims, opposites, ships and plots that i would love to do and if anything catches your interest please give this post a like and i’ll message you. this is for mutuals & non mutuals, so feel free to like this even if we have threads/plots happening already!

faceclaims i’d love to play! * melissa barrera** * greta onieogou* * ana de armas* * phoebe tonkin* * margot robbie* * camila queiroz** * sydney sweeney* * ayca aysin turan * hande ercel * alycia debnam-carey* * simone ashley * melisa pamuk* * adria arjona* * olivia cooke * grace van patten * jessica alexander* * madelyn cline* * madison bailey * priscilla quintana* * meghann fahy * benedetta porcaroli * camila morrone * riley keough * suki waterhouse* * adelaide kane* * florence pugh * sophia bush * ester exposito * lily james * lily collins * gabriella wilde* * sofia carson * josephine langford * danielle rose russell * danielle campbell * abigail cowen* * halston sage * camila mendes * brianne howey * gemma chan * eiza gonzalez * lindsey morgan * zendaya * sabrina carpenter * candice swanepoel * elsa hosk * jasmine tookes * emily ratajkowski

faceclaims i’d love to play against!

* all the ladies above * pedro pascal** * ben barnes** * joseph quinn* * joe keery* *christopher briney* * henry cavill * ricky whittle * casey deidrick* * jd pardo * jamie dornan * adam demos * richard madden * sam clafflin * carlos miranda * scott eastwood * garrett hedlund * drew starkey * clayton cardenas * jonathan bailey * jeffrey dean morgan * rudy pankow * felix mallard * dj cotrona* * charlie hunnam** * sebastian stan* * alex fitzalan * dylan o’brien* * nick robinson * manny montana  * chris evans* * harry styles * jacob elordi * boyd holbrook

some ships i’d love to do! * any of the above fcs combined tbh. ( m/f or f/f ) * click here for full list since tumblr has a text limit.

plots id love to do! * this unhappily married dad/babysitter plot. * * this angsty/fluffy my best friend is having my baby plot. * * this zombie apocalypse/last of us inspired plot* but also any za plot. * celeb plots! especially this one. something like two super famous actors hiding their relationship or famous person/non famous plots?* * single dad/nanny plots! give me something cute and angsty. * * escort/client plot where she breaks the most important rule… don’t fall for your client* * grumpy ceo/soft assistant plots.* * royal plots! bridgerton esqued plots! * * f/f socialites plot… blair/selena/upper east side inspired muses but make it gay* * college professor/teacher’s assistant plot.  * college professor/student plot. * crimey plots? sons of anarchy inspired? or maybe m.afia/m.ob/gang stuff?* * bodyguard/client plots bc i’m a sucker for them* * soulmates plot. i have a whole lore i’ve been wanting to write out for ages so * sugar b.aby / sugar d.addy plots *  * best friends to lovers plots ( gimme angst) * WHEN THE M.OB PRINCESS MEETS THE M.OB PRINCE: forbidden love is always angsty so why not do that and add rival g.angs to the mix?  muse a is the daughter of the head boss of the local g.ang and is sick and tired of having her life controlled by her overprotective father. so, to rebel against his wishes after an argument, muse a decides to go to a nightclub that her father had always forbidden her to attend. unknown to her, the club is run by the rival g.ang’s boss’ son, muse b, and not knowing who she is, can’t stop looking at her on the dance floor. they eventually bump into each other and after having a few drinks, end up at muse a’s apartment and they hook up. i was thinking they both never brought up their families and their true professions and maybe start to hang out/go on dates and then bam, the truth comes out and drama begins. especially when they can’t stay away from each other.

* MY BEST FRIEND IS A ROCKSTAR: (tw: death) muse a & muse b have been best friends since they were kids and grew up together. throughout their childhood, muse b had always told muse a about his plans to become a famous musician and as he grew older, became more and more determined to make those dreams come true. when they both hit their teen years, feelings eventually grew and the two were head over heels for each other but neither of them was ever able to admit it. they were both terrified that the feelings would be unrequited or that it would ruin their friendships so just imagine the angst of them seeing each other with other people and FGHDFG. anyway, when muse b finally turns twenty-one, he decides to move to hollywood to make his dreams come true, and muse a stays in their small hometown. they keep in contact with one another but as time went on, muse b becomes a huge rockstar with his band and their contact start to drift but they always had each other in their thoughts, wishing they were closer to one another. a few years pass and they still speak but it’s not like before. muse b was hugely successful and enjoyed the life he was now living but always felt like something was missing. that someone was missing… it’s not until he gets a distraught call from muse a telling him that her mother died does he rush on a private jet and comes home to her. after helping her arrange the funeral and being there for her through her grief, he suggests that she comes on tour with him and the band. wanting to run away from everything and everyone in her small town, she agrees. queue cute ass moments on the tour bus, traveling the world and falling in love like they did when they were young. add drama, angst ( because they’re both still dumb and won’t admit to their feels) stadium tours, TENSION!!!, groupies, etc, etc. 

CLICK HERE FOR MORE BC TUMBLR HAS A TEXT LIMIT.

[citadelstorage]

Muses

Franchises that are listed without any characters before it means any character from that property is available.

Movie Disney: Anna & Elsa (Frozen) Pocahontas (Pocahontas) Jasmine, Rajah (Aladdin) Lilo, Nani, Stitch (Lilo & Stitch) (Inside Out) (Incredibles) (Tangled) (The Little Mermaid) Yes this includes Eric's dog. (The Lion King 1 & 2) (The Jungle Book) (Treasure Planet) (Zootopia) Kida, Helga, Audrey (Atlantis the Lost Empire)

Disney Cartoons: (Kim Possible) (Gravity Falls) (American Dragon Jake Long) (Emperor's New School) Penny Proud (The Proud Family) Odd, Yumi, Ulrich, Aelita (Code Lyoko) (Owl House) (Amphibia)

Star Wars: Ahsoka Tano, Rey Palpatine, Senator Riyo Chuchi, Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala

Nickelodeon: Katara, Toph, Azula, Suki, June, Ozai, Sokka, Aang, Ty Lee (AtLA) (Danny Phantom)

Cartoon Network: Arcee, June, Jack, Miko (Transformers Prime) Ben, Gwen, Lucy, Julie (Ben 10) Clover, Sam, Alex (Totally Spies) Scooby, Velma, Daphne (Scooby Doo) Gumball, Nicole, Anais (Amazing World of Gumball) Princess Bubblegum, Marceline (Adventure Time) (Johnny Test)

Anime: Raftalia, Malty/Mine (Bitch), Filo, Melty, Mirellia Q. Melromarc, White Tiger Siblings Fohl and Atla, Naofumi (Rise of Shield Hero) Maple, Sally (Bofuri) Kirito, Asuna, Yui (SAO) Rimuru, Millim (That Time I got Reincarnated as a Slime) Maka, Medusa, Tsubaki, Blaire, Crona (Soul Eater) Ojiro, Deku, Midnight, Tsuyu, Eri, Momo, Miruko, Toru, Star and Stripe, Ohcako Uraraka (MHA) Arturia, Mordred, Astolfo (Fate/Stay) Misty, May, Dawn, Calem, Zinnia, Nemona (Pokemon) Tsunade, Hinata, Sakura, Sarada, Boruto, Naruto, Ino, Akamaru, Kiba, Kushina, Anko (Naruto/Boruto) Tomo (Tomo is a Girl) Budha, Shiva (Record of Ragnarok) Orihime, Karin, Yuzu, Ichigo, Katsuki, Chizuru, Grimmjow (Bleach) Inuyasha, Kagome, Sango, Kikiyo (Inuyasha) Revi, Rock (Black Lagoon)

DC: Static Shock, Wonder Woman, Zatanna, Star Fire, Beast Boy, Robin, Hawkgirl, Harley Quinn, Miss Martian, Poison Ivy, Rocket, Batgirl, She-Bang, Permafrost, Time-Zone, Inque, Raven, Powergirl, Supergirl

Marvel: Spider-Man (Variants), Black Widow, Kestrel (MSF), Spanner, Sue Storm, She-Hulk, Miles Morales, X-23, Gwen Stacy (Variants), Aunt Cass, Hiro Hamada, Gogo, Honey Lemon, Luna Snow, Magik

Netflix/Amazon Originals: (The Dragon Prince) (Invincible)

Misc Movie Studios: (Hotel Transylvania) (How to Train Your Dragon) (Road to El Dorado) (Coraline)

[rpking99]

Captive Princess

OPEN RP (FemSub)

Jasmine looked towards Your Muse as you approached. It had been a bit of a struggle, but You had conquered Agrabah. The kingdom fell, and it was now yours.

As was the lovely Princess. Your slave.

"You vile demon. You may have enslaved my kingdom. But you shall not have me. Not my heart. Not even my desire." Jasmine spat as she stood there in sensual red silks, a sensual display for the eyes. Her gaze filled with defiance

A defiance... Just waiting to be shattered

[kaitlinamberxo]

Kaitlin's 100 Favorite Female Muses Masterlist

If interested, here is the masterlist for my favorite male muses.

1: Princess Cinderella

2: Kate Bishop

3: Donna Sheridan

4: Princess Tiana

5: Veronica Lodge

6: Princess Jasmine

7: Alicent Hightower

8: Princess Rapunzel

9: Sabrina Spellman

10: Lorelai Gilmore

11: Princess Belle

12: Regina Mills / Evil Queen

13: Barbie

14: Allison Argent

15: Hermione Granger

16: Nani Pelekai

17: Bonnie Bennett

18: Peggy Carter / Captain Carter

19: Rosalie Hale

20: Malia Tate

21: Caroline Forbes

22: Sarah Cameron

23: Leah Clearwater

24: Elle Woods

25: Kate Sharma

26: Susan Pevensie

27: Odette

28: Lucy Pevensie

29: Velma Dinkley

30: Ella of Frell

31: Fa Mulan

32: Wednesday Addams

33: Blair Waldorf

34: Annabeth Chase

35: Claudia

36: Daphne Blake

37: Raven Reyes

38: Octavia Blake

39: Daenerys Targaryen

40: Ruby Lucas / Red Riding Hood

41: Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

42: Rhaenyra Targaryen

43: Princess Fiona

44: Ororo Munroe / Storm

45: Molly Weasley

46: Isabelle Lightwood

47: Michonne Grimes

48: Sansa Stark

49: Yelena Belova

50: Diana Prince / Wonder Woman

51: Spencer Hastings

52: Arya Stark

53: Lucy Gray Baird

54: Marnie Piper

55: Sally McKnight / Thorn

56: Minerva McGonagall

57: Luna Lovegood

58: Jenny Humphrey

59: Kiara Carrera

60: Selina Kyle / Catwoman

61: Aquamarine

62: Clara Stahlbaum

63: Penelope Featherington

64: Moana

65: Peyton Sawyer

66: Rhaenys Targaryen

67: Francesca Bridgerton

68: Narcissa Malfoy

69: Katniss Everdeen

70: Leia Organa

71: Emily Fields

72: Enola Holmes

73: Emma Swan (Coming Soon)

74:

75:

[dear-indies]

hello hello! i'm looking for some face claims that could fit the vibe of a street graffiti artist? it's quite vague but i got the urge to have this kind of muse but i'm stuck on fcs unfortunately! any ethnicity is good, and preferably female or nonbinary fcs in their 20s please! thank you so much ♥

Lee Joo Young (1992) Korean - in Green Night.

Jenny Zeng (1993) Korean - in Lighter and Princess.

Chelsea Rendon (1993) Latina, possibly Mexican - her role in Vida.

Devery Jacobs (1993) Mohawk - is queer.

Bae Suzy (1994) Korean.

Midori Francis (1994) Japanese / White - is queer.

Jaz Sinclair (1994) African-American / White.

Jasmin Savoy Brown (1994) African-American / White - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Rachel Sennott (1995)

Jessie Mei Li (1995) Hongkonger / English - is a gender non-conforming woman who uses she/they - has spoken up for Palestine!

Sasha Calle (1995) Colombian.

Mason Alexander Park (1995) Mexican and Spanish - is non-binary (they/them).

Sasha Lane (1995) African-American, Māori, White - is gay and has schizoaffective disorder.

Ayo Edebiri (1995) Yoruba Nigerian / Barbadian - is queer.

Kehlani (1995) African-American, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Mexican, Filipino, Choctaw White - is a non-binary womxn, lesbian and polyamorous (she/they) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ally Beardsley (1996) - is non-binary (they/them) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Florence Pugh (1996) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American 1/4 Korean.

Emma Mackey (1996)

Ruth Codd (1996) - is an amputee.

Myha'la Herrold (1996) Afro Jamaican / White - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Sierra McCormick (1997)

Lizeth Selene (1997) Mexican [Black and Unspecified Indigenous]- is genderfluid and queer (she/they).

Kiana Ledé (1997) African-American, Swedish, Mexican, Cherokee - has spoken up for Palestine!

Piper Curda (1997) Korean / English, Scottish - is apsec - has spoken up for Palestine!

Blu del Barrio (1997) Argentinian - is non-binary (they/them).

Chloé Hayden (1997) - is autistic, has ADHD, and is chronically ill.

Kiara Pichardo (1997) Dominican.

Evan Mock (1997) Bisaya Filipino / White.

Quintessa Swindell (1997) African-American / White - is non-binary (they/he) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ayesha Madon (1998) Indian.

Julia Dalavia (1998) Brazilian.

MK xyz (1998) African-American / Filipino - is a lesbian and uses she/they.

Maya Hawke (1998)

Andy Blossom (1998) Chinese.

Chella Man (1998) Hongkonger and Jewish - is deaf, trans genderqueer and pansexual (he/they) - especially in Titans role - has spoken up for Palestine!

Zoe Terakes (2000) Greek Australian - is a trans masc non-binary guy (they/he) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Odessa A'zion (2000) Ashkenazi Jewish, English, some Irish, Northern Irish, Welsh, German - has spoken up for Palestine!

Paulina Alexis (2000) Nakoda Sioux.

Ruby Cruz (2000) - is queer.

Beabadoobee (2000) ilonggo Filipino / White.

D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai (2001) Ojibwe, Cree, Chinese Guyanese, Afro Guyanese and White.

Hey anon! I just want to make people aware that I don't reply to asks for "women and non-binary" faceclaims because people in the community like to treat non-binary people was "women lite" and It infuriates me to no end, but since you said preferably I'm more than happy to reply and I hope these suggestions help you! <3

[historiavn]

STATISTICAL CHARACTER PARALLEL QUIZ

take the linked quiz from the perspective of your muse(s), and share at least ten of your favorite results

LIEUTENANT GENERAL ETHAN CLAY

“THE UNION ARMY’S LEE SIBLING”

Gandalf (Lord of the Rings): 94%

Paul Atreides (Dune): 91%

Josiah Bartlet (The West Wing): 90%

Atticus Finch (To Kill a Mockingbird): 89%

Dr. Strange (Marvel Cinematic Universe): 88%

Black Panther (Marvel Cinematic Universe): 87%

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars - A New Hope): 87%

Vito Corleone (The Godfather): 87%

George Washington (Hamilton): 87%

Richard D. Winters (Band of Brothers): 87%

DR. CONSTANCE PIERPONT MORGAN

“THE MOTHER OF AMERICAN CAPITALISM”

Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter): 90%

Lady Jessica (Dune): 90%

Angelica Schuyler (Hamilton): 90%

Padme Amidala (Star Wars - Revenge of the Sith): 90%

Claire Randall (Outlander): 89%

Jasmine (Aladdin): 88%

Princess Fiona (Shrek): 87%

Elsa (Frozen): 86%

Josiah Bartlet (The West Wing): 85%

Margery Tyrell (Game of Thrones): 85%

JUSTINE JAVERT

“THE GENTLEST SOUL IN ALL OF PARIS”

Rapunzel (Tangled): 97%

Lady Sybil Crawley (Downton Abbey): 94%

Anna (Frozen): 94%

Sophie Sheridan (Mamma Mia!): 94%

Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender): 91%

Miguel (Coco): 91%

Viola (Twelfth Night): 91%

Maria (West Side Story): 90%

Princess Ariel (The Little Mermaid): 90%

Buttercup (The Princess Bride): 90%

TAGGED BY no one.

TAGGING @unwaivering, @misfittcd, @officerwaltons, @audaciiae, @reverdies, @reiignonme, @insidefantasy, @vyrulent, @novaxmuses, @timeguardians, AND YOU.