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cora - open

"He was annoying me."

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"tonight, then?" cock of her head, wide eyes seeming more curious than usual-- and with a shrug, she wanders to the door, almost giddy. even with her magic locked away, she was still a cat-- bothering the people she loves came with her nature. "that one spot in the forest-- there's a little bit of waterflow between the bricks, and a little rock cave at the end. i'll drag him there."

and she does-- literally, and quite excited to, in fact, near hopping when she tugs on his sleeve so he'll follow her. his hands in his pockets, a roll of his eyes-- he doesn't want to be here at all, wouldn't be at all if he were able to convince her to drop it earlier. "i don't see why i need to--"

"shh!" she scolds, hanging onto his arm when they finally reach the running waters. "because i asked you to. and because you left me to find my own way back after letting me out." when he tries to speak, she shushes him again.

"should of thought about that before letting graham arrest me."

Grace? He racks his mind, searching for what he remembers of the Hatter and it comes to him, of course, his daughter. It makes even more sense why Regina kept him awake now, as punishment. What he did do earn her vitriol though, he can’t be sure. It doesn’t usually take much. “I could be tempted into a walk.” He’ll admit, he’s curious. If he’s been awake all this time, what might he know?

“I’ll take my chances.”

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   “You look terrible,” Cora observes bluntly as she lets Aleksander through the door. “And I don’t just mean the scars.” The scars could actually almost be considered becoming, but he had grown too thin, too worn. “The merzost is eating you alive.” 

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“I’m sorry for just showing up like this, it’s just I-” Electra looked up at him and then quickly away, eyes darting back over her shoulder as if she was afraid that she’d been followed, afraid that they were being watched. “-I didn’t know where else to go. I wasn’t- wasn’t thinking. I just needed to- I needed to get out of there. Get away. I-” She was distracted, jumpy, unable to string more than a few words together without stuttering. “-Do you mind if I come in? Only- Only-” 

These were dangerous times they were living in--too dangerous, certainly, to be lingering out on the doorstep. 

[toujoursfleurea]

✉ ➟ @faultyconscience sent:

∟     “ what’s holding you back in life ?”

 a c c e p t i n g  ✓ ✓ ✓   DRUNKEN CONFESSION TIME

╳                          His question causes her to pause, brows furrowing as she stares down at her own murky reflection in the drink she holds between her pale hands. For all intents and purposes, she was a woman who had nothing that she felt she could justifiably complain about. She had wealth, fine things, and - most important of all - a beautiful, brilliant son whom she would move heaven and earth for with only minimal prompting. As a Malfoy there was nothing that she couldn’t buy if she wanted it; as a Black, there was nothing that could frighten her or stand in her way.

But what about Narcissa?

❝ I don’t like this line of questioning, ❞ she warns before finishing her drink, the fire quickly coating her throat as she stands to get a little movement - something, anything - going to fight the anxious, pent-up feeling suddenly plaguing her. Oh, but it was easier to live her life without too much introspection or deep diving into the closet of monsters, ghosts, and old bones that kept her awake at night! Had it been anyone asking she might have simply scoffed and walked away without so much as a by your leave - a drink or two before or a drink or two more and she might have hexed him. 

She holds up her left-hand wordlessly as she paces about like a caged animal, Lucius Malfoy’s ring a lovely little shackle on her finger. It was as good a symbol of her captivity as any; of her past, the things and people she had lost along the way. ( Bellatrix had been the greater loss...even before her sister, her cousin, and her husband were locked away in Azkaban, a piece of herself - her very soul - lost to madness and mania just as Andromeda had been lost to her through stupid pride. ) Without her son - even without the unlikely companionship she’d built with Remus - Narcissa was alone and mostly isolated from the rest of the world. 

Not that she cared about other people, not at all. But it certainly did limit the scope of things she could do on her own when she was constantly being defined by sins and actions that were not wholly her own. Narcissa was constantly allowing her past and the past of her family to cloud the future.

This was the curse of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black - they were all of them stupid, mad, incredibly cruel and remarkably self-sabotaging! 

❝ I don’t - ❞ The confession is right there on the tip of her tongue and she stops her pacing long enough to look Remus in the eye. For a brief moment - a small glimmer in time - she allows herself not to be some pillar of strength or some unfeeling marble creature chiseled by the hands of others. A sigh escapes her as she rolls her shoulders helplessly. ❝ I don’t know how to do anything for myself. ❞ 

And she didn’t mean that she wasn’t capable of living on her own or making it in the great wide world. That was absurd and she most certainly was better at surviving than the average witch or wizard. She meant that she’d spent so much of her life living for others that she didn’t know - she couldn’t fathom - what it meant to do something solely, selfishly for herself anymore.

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        His tone has Ma June's words echoing back in Lucy's head: The Vaults were nothing more than a hole in the ground for rich people to hide in. She wonders how much of that is really true. What kind of people she's descended from. They were always taught it was their duty to bring peace and stability back to the surface, but what arrogance it was to believe it was only up to them.

        Lucy shakes her head. “No. No way you're getting off that easy.” He made it sound like he had some big secrets to reveal. But Lucy's been stewing on what was said back at the observatory, and she thinks she's guessed at least some of it. “You were around before the first bombs drop, right?” She casts him a glance, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. As impossible as it seems, she has to ask: “...was my dad?”

"Oh, well isn't that nice." Despite being a vault-dweller, he's pretty sure she'll still recognize sarcasm when she hears it and his voice is riddled with it. He's so glad to hear they took the time to celebrate special occasions with some good ol' cake while the world above burned.

"I don't." Not technically, not really. Met him the one time, answered the phone a few times when he called for his wife but he doesn't know him. And he considers leaving it at that but he's got a feeling she'll just keep askin. "Had this displeasure of meetin' him once. Never expected I'd see him again, let alone all the way up here."

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wynonna tryin 2 be cool when inviting her baby daddy over 4 brunch or something

@faultyconscience 

[asteriananthologies-arc]

Name / Alias: Lou ( Louise )  Are you over 18?     Yes  /  No Are your muses over 18?   Yes  /  No *Verse dependent, but largely, yes

When was your blog established? This one, October 2019. My first attempt at establishing a multi- was in Spring 2019, though, and I think I made my first Tumblr RP account in 2015! 

– W R I T I N G –

Are you selective about who you write with? No ( anyone )  /  Semi ( most people ) / Yes ( some people )  /  Highly ( few people - mutuals preferred ) /  Private ( mutuals only )

Are you selective about who you follow? No ( anyone )  /  Semi ( most people )  /  Yes ( some people )  /  Highly ( few people )

If your muse is canon, how much do you adhere to canon? Not at all  / A little  /  Some  / Mostly /  Strictly /  Not Applicable *It depends on the muse, but they’re mostly semi-compliant, with a lot of headcanoned material thrown in for good measure! 

What post lengths do you write? One Liners  / Single-Para  /  Multi-Para  /  Novella / All of the aforementioned

Do you use icons and/or GIFS? No  / Gifs  /  Icons  /  Yes / Sometimes *Very, very, very occasionally, but not as a rule 

Do you write on other platforms? No  /  Yes

What level of plots do you write? Unplotted  /  Open-Ended Plots  /  Semi-Plotted /  Fully Plotted Epics /  All of the aforementioned

How quickly do you usually respond to threads? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 weeks)  /  Average (1-2 weeks) /  Fast (less than one week)  /  Very Fast (less than three days) /  It depends *Honestly, it could be any. I am on a bit of a kick at the moment, so replies are coming faster than usual, but if I’m feeling uninspired, I do like to give myself a break 

What types of themes do you like? Adventure / Romance / Fluff  /  Angst  / Smut /  Violence /  Tragedy  /  Domestic  /  Family  

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? ( Feel free to add! ) High Fantasy  /  Supernatural / Science Fiction  /  Historical  /  Horror /  Comedy  / Romantic  / Drama  / Action /  Adventure  /  Espionage / All of the aforementioned

Are there any themes you’re uncomfortable writing on your blog? (Not triggers) No  /  Yes  /  Sometimes

Do you have any triggers? How do you request it tagged? Yes. Pictures of rodents, especially rats--if people could tag those, I’d be super grateful.

– S H I P P I N G –

What types of relationships are you open to? Romantic  /  Platonic  /  Familial / All of the aforementioned

What types of pre-established relationships are you open to? Romantic  /  Platonic  /  Familial / All of the aforementioned / I prefer plotting

Do you have OTPs? No / Chemistry Only  /  Yes

Do you have NOTPS? No  /  Yes  

What are your muses’ sexual orientations? Heterosexual  /  Heteroflexible  /  Bisexual  / Pansexual  /  Homoflexible  /  Homosexual / Demisexual /  Sapiosexual /  ( Grey ) Asexual / Still trying to figure it out 

What are your muses’ romantic orientations? Heteroromantic  /  Heteroflexible  /  Biromantic  /  Homoflexible  /  Homoromantic   /  Panromantic /  Demiromantic /  Sapioromantic  / Aromantic / Still trying to figure it out.

Are you comfortable writing smut? No  /  Selectively /  Yes

How early in a relationship do you ship romantically? Autoship  / During plotting /  After a couple IC interactions  /  Several IC interactions / Slow burn   /  Plot dependent  /  Never  

Are you open to toxic ships? No / Selectively  / Yes /  I am not sure.

Are you open to problematic ships? No /  Selectively /  Yes /  I am not sure

Are you open to polyshipping? No /  Selectively  /  Yes /  I am not sure

Are you an exclusive shipper? Never ( Multi-Ship )  /  Sometimes  /  Yes *Again, very rarely! This is a multi-ship blog, but that doesn’t necessarily apply to all muses. 

Does crack shipping ever happen? No  /  Yes *It might start off as a crack ship but I get invested in these things way too easily! 

– T A G G I N G! –

tagged by: @attofinale

tagging: @faultyconscience, @lordcarlisle, @morandeux, @professorcfx, @warringpeace, & anyone else who wants to do it! 

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okay my computer had a freak out, i’m gonna have to force restart it in a few minutes, lemme throw dis at you first @faultyconscience bc lord knows i can explain nothing and visuals are prolly needed, first up the layer tab at the top, look down to layer mask n pick from transparency 

make a group to stick all the stuff into, idk the other way to do it tbh I just click this button at the bottom but idk if other photoshops have this button so idk 

move the layer mask over to the group itself, it’ll make everything inside of the group be in the cut frame, including the PSD and all of its outerthings, generally if you use an icon border, keep that outside of the group and on top of everything else so it like, exists, otherwise it’s gonna be cut too, but the icon itself and the PSD can stay inside the group like this

I have two cause I have an extra one for caps but you don’t actually need two, you only need one, I don’t think this is a common thing cause like, I think this icon border I bought came with the border outside of the groups and the groups instead of a like… clipped thing, but I’ve bought others that don’t have the group at all and just the clipping and had to make the group myself, but it makes everything quicker in a sense too cause you can just like, throw everything into the group on one file and be done w it basically, it’s what i do so… hope this helps!

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" 'Friends' are we now?" She drawls, more irritated with herself than ever that she had chosen him of all men to father her son. There had been good reason at the time (Rumple was attractive enough, if a little on the short side, and powerful) but it had not taken more than a century for her to regret it. "Last I remember we all but came to blows."

@unbeleveable (baghra) said: "you're the last person I wanted to see, actually."

He releases a breath of laughter, eyes darkening immediately thereafter. People are always wanting to live forever, live longer, fuller lives; they never stop to think of the consequences. If everyone can live so long, that means enemies too. And maybe they're not enemies per se, but people become harder to stomach after a few centuries or so. Despite what they once had, there is little but disdain left.

"Now, now, dearie, is that any way to greet an old friend?"

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Catherine pursed her lips, not looking at him. It had been a mistake to make that remark. She wasn't about to discuss the failings of her marriage with anyone, let alone with Marcus Gold. Not that it wasn't obvious to anyone with eyes that it wasn't picture perfect with the way Henry carried on with Diane (and others) in public. But admitting to it out loud was something she was far too proud to do.

"More like a woman who has seen the scenario play out over and over again," she covered smoothly. "If you linger among the elite long enough you will learn that there is no such thing as a unique scandal."

@unbeleveable said: When a woman thinks her husband is a fool, her marriage is over. (catherine for marcus)

He really did hate this part of the job, this mingling, but it was a necessary evil to uphold his legitimacy in the business world. One was no more than a common thug with rubbing elbows with the other rich and influential. No matter how dirty his hands got, he still considered these people to be the lowest of filth. Unfortunately, he needed them.

His partnership with the Medici family, through Catherine herself, however tenuous it may be, was the only silver lining, albeit thin. She had more spine than half of them and seemed to share many of his own sentiments on these elites who were no less criminals than they were. She'd always been a part of this world, though and he never forgot it. Still, it made these events tolerable.

She stood beside him at the bar, a tall thin glass of champagne in her hand as she eyed a woman a few yards away at a nearby table. He didn't know the woman well but had heard tell of her marital woes--these people like their gossip. But something about Catherine's tone made it sound as though her words were more than simple gossip.

"Spoken like a woman who knows from experience."

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"Don't call me that again."

"Yeah, totally valid. I've done worse to dudes for less. No judgement, here. Speak your truth, sis."

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"This one just had 'rat' written all over him. I think I'll just drop him in the nearest dumpster."

"Fair enough. Personally I prefer to turn them into insects so the cleanup is easier."