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[tidesfate]

Brain got nothing good but just imagine the bedroom talk equivalent of this // @dominanostra

[regnismemorias]

[ TXT: Snorlax (Sora) ] Girl ✨ [ TXT: Snorlax (Sora) ] Guess what I found?

@dominanostra

[agoldenlily]

"Five minutes." She repeated, chancing a glance over her shoulder so that she could look at the man that was there with her. "Does that mean we run?" She didn't like running but she would if that was required.

he raised a hand, uttering a word. "остановись." it took a moment for the action to become noticeable, but time had begun to slow to a crawl around them; the movements of those around them decreasing bit by bit, ceasing altogether in the span of seconds. "five minutes. that's all the time we have to create a bit of distance between us and them before it wears off."

[aaltumiter]

 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍  𝒃𝒆  𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚  𝒊𝒏  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒆𝒏𝒅.  𝑰𝒇  𝒊𝒕  𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚,  𝒊𝒕  𝒊𝒔  𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒆𝒏𝒅.     aaltumiter.

Gʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ's Mᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅʟʏ; Yᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Wɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀss ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ғᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs? Oʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴏʀᴛʜ, && ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ʟᴇss ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ. Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴄᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ. Nᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴛᴏᴘs ʟᴇғᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐢𝐬  𝐚𝐧  𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞  &&  𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲  𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞  𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭.  𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝  𝐎𝐂𝐬  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧  𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬  𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐢𝐱.  𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐛𝐞  𝐚  𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲  𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.  𝐈  𝐚𝐦  𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲  𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨  𝐠𝐞𝐭  𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐭𝐨  𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐬  𝐚  𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲.

𝐀  𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠  𝐢𝐬  𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  &&  𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬.  𝐃𝐨  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭  𝐢𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐠𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝟐𝟓.  𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠  𝐢𝐬  𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  @dominanostra 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐲  𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.  𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲  𝐊𝐢𝐭.  𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲/  𝐒𝐡𝐞  /  𝐇𝐞𝐲  𝐲𝐨𝐮!

Rules. Muses.

[eyehunger]

 "I AM HUNGRY. I HAVE BEEN HUNGRY. I WAS BORN HUNGRY”

An Ind.Sel.Priv. blog for HERMAEUS MORA from The Elder Scrolls. While I do not consider myself to be, some may consider me CANON DIVERGENT as I do not follow popular fanon ideas / theories but rather my own takes. Blog 18+, mun is 27. HEAVILY MULTIVERSE. Affiliated with: @bendwill, @demonwebs, @maidmyth, @creatureshrieks / @twiningfates, @rosawept, @dominanostra, @lordvile, @emrisle

    AS PRAISED BY JACKALOPE CARRD WITH RULES AND INFO HERE

"WHAT DO I NEED? WHAT DO I NEED? WHAT DO I NEED?”

[tidesfate]

🍬+ a crab cake stuffed with avocado and marshmallow fluff. worcestershire sauce was lightly drizzled on top of the appetizer in the shape of a paralarvae. - soraya

❛[ Mora Halloween Prompt! ≻ highly accepting ! NOTES: Send 🍬 to give Mora a treat as an offering

THE GODS VESSELS NOSE TWITCHES AT THE SMELLS OF FOOD REACHING IT. A collective of ones it had not experienced in yet, and thus alighting the interest of Hermaeus Mora. Same as smell, the taste was unique // UNCATALOGUED PRIOR. The individual pieces were not new, but together it offered MORE-- - and it consumed the entirety of it without stopping until it was gone. “&– - The offering is... satisfactory.” The purr like lilt to voice displayed more then such SIMPLE RETORT. // @dominanostra

[tidesfate]

mora when it shed its eyes for the first time:

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting !

The desire to draw this is so so high because youre absolutely right omg

[regnismemorias]

"Fuck you, fuck me, and fuck all of them." - Nathaniel leaving before Lia has the chance to tell him the ✨news ✨

Bloodshot, jade green eyes. Mascara-stained cheeks. Throat raw from desperate pleas turned screaming match when they fell upon deaf ears. She never shouts. Never yells. It's rare enough to ever see her so exasperated, but he pulls it out of her. Forces it out of her. Makes her out to be the monster she fears that she is. She catches a glimpse of herself in the hallway mirror—a trembling, delicate hand presses against her stomach.

It's a misunderstanding that chases him out of the door & into the frigid night air, but the damage his words had wrought is done.

'Fuck you.' A dark, misty evening. Fog rolling in amongst a field of bright, white roses. Drawing closer to decrepit stone walls, a lane of flowers lay trampled, ripped violently from their roots & splattered in deep crimson. In the clearing, a crumpled, fur-laden body, broken & battered. Their first meeting. She didn't know what more than visions of near death & unrest brought her to him; what fate beheld her as she dragged his massive canine form away to safety. Even when he roared awake, the clawed hands of a beautiful man violently slamming her into a wall, eyes wild with confusion, fangs bared & dripping with venom, she remained. Comforting hands faintly cradle his face. 'It's okay. You're safe. I've got you now.'

'I've got you.'

'Fuck me.' Tinkling laughter filled the bedroom as bare limbs wrestled beneath soft, billowing sheets. His hands, deadly as they were, sought to tickle & caress her smooth, angelic skin. To offer her the softness she afforded him in kind time & time again. Even so, he was still a dangerous being. It took him no time to catch her—as if he even had to try. He held her impossibly close, then, her back against his chest, one arm wrapped around her waist, his other hand at her throat. Her hand snaked up his wrist to quietly guide his knuckles to her lips. She could feel him tremble slightly through her kiss. 'Fanny-?'

'Never leave me, Ophelia.' Their first confession.

'...I love you, too.'

'And fuck all of them.' This isn't their first fight. She's lost count of how many times his harsh, cutting words left her heart bleeding in her hands, wounded & scarred. Couldn't fathom the hours she'd spent waiting wide-eyed & afraid in the night for him to return after storming out of the door. The wasted tears, the unearned apologies, excusing his anger, his rage, his obsession for vengeance against an immortal force that tore apart his family only for him to turn around & do the same thing to her. To them. To their unborn baby.

'Nathaniel, I know you want to make him pay for what he's done, for what he's stolen from you. I understand-'

'NO, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!' His fist slammed into the wall. 'I have been hunting down this- this foul, loathsome, vile cocksucker for centuries to avenge my mother and father, and I will not throw away my closest lead at your mere, quivering insistence!'

'I don't want to lose you! Please, just listen-'

'I am more than willing to die. I have sacrificed everything!'

'AND WHAT ABOUT MY SACRIFICE?! WHAT ABOUT ALL OF THE TIMES I'VE ALMOST DIED BY YOUR SIDE?!' Her nostrils flared, flaming hue adorning her face & neck. 'You would have never gotten as far as you did without my help. You'd still be broken in that field, licking the salt from your wounds if I hadn't found you! If I had abandoned you! If I never loved-'

She drew a sharp, stinging breath in, lungs aching & heavy. Apprehensive digits reach out to take his stern face in hand, urging him desperately into her waiting embrace. 'Stay with me.' Leaning up on her toes, she pressed her forehead against his, eyelashes fluttering closed as her chest heaved. 'There will be another chance to find Felderod. We'll do it together, just as we have been. I won't leave you. So, please. Please, just... don't go.' She reached for his hands to press them against her abdomen. 'Nathaniel, I-'

'If you won't help me, then you're just in my way.'

Her eyes shot open to gaze into his hardened, sinister stare. In one quick movement, he yanked her hands from his face, grabbed his keys & turned for the door. He stopped, his hand tightening around the doorknob.

'If you won't help me... then you're useless.'

It had been hours since he left, his words ringing in her ears as she lay slumped against the front door. She didn't know when she fell to the floor, nor when the painful, violent sobbing had ceased to rock her frame. Her hand never left her stomach, as if she could have shielded the unborn life growing inside her from the agony they faced together. Protected it from the new reality she was forced to endure.

This isn't their first fight. It was their last.

[regnismemorias]

how good is your muse at setting boundaries? - sade & ophelia

𝑺𝑨𝑫𝑬 is someone who has always been capable of setting and enforcing boundaries. It was instilled in her as a child by her grandmother, Gigi; she was taught that as a witch and a Black woman, people would be more likely to expect from her - her time, patience, and knowledge—things she didn't owe to anyone, but herself. She's adept at cutting anyone off who's tried to push those boundaries, including long-time friends and family. This is especially true in her romantic relationships, which is why they're so few and far between. It's called into question, however, after meeting her mother, Hecate. 'Desperate' isn't the right word to describe it... 'longing' would be closest. Sade longed for a relationship with her mother so immensely that she subconsciously allowed her to infringe on her carefully established boundaries, fundamentally changing her personality, morals, and ideals. After her tragic death and resurrection, she is rigid and unyielding in her boundaries, more likely to resort to violent and fatal means to uphold them.

𝑳𝑰𝑨 - my poor, sweet, chronic people pleaser. She nearly has a panic attack at the mere thought of setting a boundary, let alone enforcing one. She's far better at it after her first child, Isobel, but it took the pain and trauma of nearly being a single mother for her to start outright demanding respect for herself and being okay with moving on if she didn't get it. It's wild to me because, like, her mother, Judy? That woman is the pinnacle of, "I'm living my life this way, and no, I won't be told otherwise." So is her youngest sister, Jules. Her father, Pip, is no pushover, either. I think it has more to do with the fact that for most of her life, Lia sees herself (and believes others do, too) as a monster and in a frantic attempt to be seen as otherwise, she adheres to toxic optimism and compliance. She's also a devout Catholic who uses her faith as a shield and experiences deep Catholic guilt.

[tidesfate]

ah, i'm going to keep this simple, jackalope, but i am glad that we crossed paths in 2024, and i am excited to get to know you better in 2025! happy new years or happy new years eve depending on when you receive this message.

❛[ BEFORE 2024 ENDS... ≻ accepting !

AHHH MORTICIA!! I'm so glad we have met this year; you've been so fun to talk and rp with, and I'm so excited to do more with you in 2025! I'm wishing the best to you and yours in this upcoming year, and looking forward to what the next year brings for us interacting!! // @dominanostra

[tidesfate]

as the sun began to set below the horizon, the child sat in an arc of mushrooms, weaving together a small crown made of branches, flowers, and leaves. "eg heiter håvard hedde og er so ven ein kar." she hummed. "no vil eg sta og gifta meg og rydja meg ein gard." the child carried on with the folk song until she had completed the task. she examined it, eyes roaming, turning it over in her hands several times before nodding.

soraya settled the crown atop the rabbit's head, adjusting it a bit to ensure it didn't topple off. she then reached beside her foot and opened a multicolored shimmery bottle of nail polish. "paw." she held her hand out expectantly but wrinkled her nose when the rabbit didn't extend its paw. "don't give me that look, lille vennen. you have to look presentable during family dinner especially since you don't want to wear the rainbow sweater that i bought you."

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting !

THIS REALM DID NOT INVITE, SO IT SNUCK IN IN SHAPES FAMILIAR AND ACCEPTED. Not merely by appearance, but their make within creations design // THAT WHICH IT WAS SEPERATE FROM. The way matter was chewed and withered brittle should it come as is, and the near absence of recognition in it left it here; wearing the flesh of rabbit, and within the presence of another. The youthful mind was most capable of SHEPHERDING, and the ancient blood within veins furthermore had made Hermaeus Mora interested in the child. With guidance, she could prove quite the useful hand to return what had been lost to the bowels of time.

HOWEVER, THERE WERE SOME EXCHANGES NECESSITATED FOR SUCH A PLAN. Acceptances, the gives and takes-- - but the God would not merely lay complacent to every action // IN SPITE OF MORTAL KIND FORGETTING, ITS GRANDEUR STILL REMAINED. Ears flicked briefly at the flower woven and placed upon head, though it could... allow them, for a time being. Flora had its place amongst the One Who Knows. Though when attention went to the vial of polish it had already NOTED, followed by request for limb and the nails that tipped it, the entity did not budge. Both the manner of demand and the REASON ITSELF fostered no appeal within it. “&– - Already does the form I wear fit within common perspectives of 'presentability'. I need not be decorated like some toy.” // @dominanostra

[regnismemorias]

@dominanostra

I think a part of me has always known that you weren't the villain of my story.

THE ORIGINALS 5x12 The Tale of Two Wolves

[tidesfate]

the demigod crouched down and inclined her head. evergreen eyes stared at the small creature with curiosity and incredulity. slowly, she reached out, offering a finger to the viscous being. "you are a beguiling thing, aren't you, little one?"

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting

NEW THINGS WERE PLENTIFUL, NEW STRETCHED BEFORE THE FRESH CRAFT NEAR ENDLESSLY. Fear and caution did not make home within the NEW-- - such senses would only restrain it from ENJOYING ALL THAT THERE WAS. Such as this stranger-- - another new, another not seen // NOT RECORDED IN MIND. Wasn't, at least, for as soon as seen the information was stored within as any other that it was constantly gaining. Both tentacle and premature claw lifted, brushing slimy flesh and soft carapace around the finger. “&– - Who are you?” Words spoken were known by it, BUT IT DIDN'T CARE ABOUT FACTS OF SELF // THERE WAS OTHER TO GAIN. Voice came soft like wind billowing over low-tide sea. // @dominanostra

[regnismemorias]

i watched a large ant and a small ant fight over a piece of poison bait today. truly no winners there. - soraya to sade.

[ 𝙏𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙎 - 𝙑𝙊𝙇. 5 ]

She's staring down her best friend while chewing on a turkey sandwich, wondering just what went through that beautiful head of hers. "One of them did win, though. In the most general sense of the word." Sade offered a bag of chips forward with her other hand. "Which one was it?"

[tidesfate]

“&– - You haven't lost me, I will not be forgotten. Their attack made not but a surface scratch.” // @dominanostra liked for a lyrical starter

[regnismemorias]

does your muse have a birthmark? if so, where, and what does it look like? - all of your muses.

[ IN-DEPTH HEADCANONS ]

GLITCH has two beauty marks; one by the left side corner of her lip, and another diagonally from it on her chin.

OPHELIA'S birthmark is a faded, star-like shape on her right hip; all of the banshee-possessed women in her family have it as far as she knows. She also has light freckles across her nose & shoulder blades.

SADE has a birthmark on her upper left shoulder, three moons that form the triple goddess symbol; all children of Hecate bear the mark.

ANGEL has a beauty mark on her right eyelid & another on her inner left wrist.

BABYLON has no birthmarks; it's part of the reason Felderod chose her to turn - he often remarks on her 'unmarred' skin despite her illness.

[ BONUS ]

TAVION has a mark on the left side of his neck that extends down & back, ending at his left hip; it's a faded white color.