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the early stages of matrimony have been nothing but bliss. no longer do they abstain from what the heart desires. and loving anthony is like breathing air: with ease and absolute necessity. but their love story did not start out so easily – a fact she lets slip after having read yet another tale from the gossip paper. it seems there will be divorces this season – unfortunate as it may be. words uttered of all havign their own share or provlems elicited a response that had both brows shooting up as she stared at her husband. a hint of a smile tugging at her lips as she tilts her head while staring to him. ❝ are you certain of that? just the other night you complained that i steal far too much of the bed sheets. do you no longer see that as an issue, husband? ❞

we all have our little problems. / kate @ anthony | @withguilt

THE VISCOUNT'S HEAD SNAPS TO HIS WIFE, brow quirking upward and mouth falling open. He feels as though she has taken a knife, heated the blade over a fire, and subsequently plunged it into the center of his chest, piercing his heart. “ No we don't, ” Anthony interjects with a shake of his head. “ We don't. Not us. ”

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he has to fight off the urge to roll his eye. at least he can say she's forgiven him of his accidental transgression – but not letting go of going on a journey? the prince his wondering if she'll ever drop it at this rate. ❝ alright – fine! pick a place, any place. we'll make up our our journey full of adventures as we go along. ❞

@personaei : continued.

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too many years had separated them. and now that they have found another once more, a certain unease had filled the bastard where relief should have been. but it lifted at the other grounding him, bringing him back to this moment. ❝ and the others? ❞ their siblings – once rumored to be death, but likely still alive out there.

@draelith : continued.

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not to be nsfw on main, but what if we passionately created and worldbuild affiliated ocs? what if we take our canons and headcanon them so heavily meshed, that we're affiliated?

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a hand has instinctively been held to the side of the swell of her belly. it's only a matter of weeks now before the world should know two new dragons. until then, the princess finds herself restless. while she remains collected, there is a noted worry laced with fear riddle within her eyes.

that very fear that soon fades the moment the other has spoken. something about neith is warm and radiant. a light in which helaena reaches out to. in her word, she is lonely. but now she is lonely with one she has come to known as friend. as subtle smile forms upon her face, helaena makes a move towards her – eyes falling to the other's work. it brings genuine joy to her features as she makes her way closer, grateful when neith has offered her space to share. only when she is seated does she move her hand from her swell, if only to trace the embroidery.

❝ they will love those blankets, ❞ she grins, a nail tracing the legs of an insect she – admittedly doesn't know the species of. (if it had more legs, she would assume a centipede given it's shape.) ❝ it is perfect, ❞ her gaze leaves the embroidery and meets a familiar pair of eyes. ❝ you ought to give yourself more credit, you know. ❞

❛⠀i'm embroidering patterns of insects for the babes' blankets, ❜ she tells her princess, though neith isn't sure if her embroidery skills would be worth seeing.

for as much as she has talents in dancing and languages, it seems that she has yet mastered the fine feminine arts of using needle and threads. granted, neith has practised plenty, and she does think she is often skilled with something involving her hands, as well as anything that comes with a clear order, and yet – the talent to embroider seems to come and go. some days, she could lay all the colours well and flat. others ... she takes a step back to realise she has the shape all crooked.

neith, however, is not so easily deterred.

she makes space for her princess to sit, and neith smiles – a warm smile, adoring. pregnancy, neith finds, are hard on any women, royalty or otherwise. she tries to help ease any tasks if asked, and if there is not anymore task, then she hopes her company would have been enough. ❛⠀do not laugh – ❜ neith shyly jests, ❛⠀but i don't think i've got the legs right. ❜

@withguilt ♡'d starter call !

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the fact that there were even others out there … like him – was a damn near miracle. shoulda listened to claudia long before now. maybe then he would have seen there's a world full of vampires out there. just gotta work on getting better at finding them, is all. ❝ hmm. ❞ for a moment following the other's words, louis is silent. even if he feels peace now, he'd be a fool not to recognize the threat another old being could pose. ❝ but you're a threat to somebody, right? ❞

i'm not really sure why i trust you. - louis de pointe du lac / @withguilt

That was surprising to hear . it was quite rare to meet others of his kind that were welcoming to members of his coven . he can't blame them though . their presence mostly meant that a law was broken and it had to be taken care of . a smile forms on his lips as he takes a step ahead . '' that pleases me to hear . i mean no harm to you . ''

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if he stops because of fear or exhaustion, then muzan wins. so there is no place for allowing fear. there's no place to allow pain or pushing himself beyond the limits each day to slow him down. tanjiro works hard each day during their hashira training – and while his muscles ache and bones feel like they might just cave out underneath him at any given moment, he doesn't allow for that moment to take place. (after all, a moment is all it takes for everyone and everything you've ever loved to be lost.)

it was a casual conversation post-training held with the other trainees. one had fallen to his knees, another fell flat to the ground. each individual had exhibited determination and pushed on despite what they all felt. fear of what's ahead. the desire to rest. it's about this time each day that tanjiro offers some boost of morale in the form of wise words and encouragement. a hand raised, eyes half-lidded as the others eventually parted ways for the afternoon, leaving the young demon slayer with their master. the other's words caused him to turn, brows shot up as he was approached. the words first spoken by tengen caused his features to soften.it wasn't the first he's been told such a thing. then again, he was just a boy when hardship first his his family. being just a boy was no longer an option — then when the rest fo the family had been killed, save for nezuko … life has a habit of forcing young souls to wisen and grow beyond their years.

before he vould even respond, the jab to his ribs had brough him back. despite the ache and how his hand reflexively met the spot as though to shield it from another attack, his face was riddled with amusement and joy. ❝ yeah — i guess you're right about that! ❞ and he follows the other's order, finding a place to sit upon a wooden step. ❝ but … i've never seen you show fear. ❞ not even when the odds were against them all. he saw only bravery, someone to look up to.

@w4rningbutterflies … continued.

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jess was kinda mean sometimes. and he kinda liked it. months of working at merlotte's and it seems there's always a game lingering between the two. they banter, he occasionally bumps her with his hip while passing by. he flirts – or at least he's trying. but he's not blind to the lingering looks at her ex (can't his ass go somewhere else??) or the hot blonde's brother. maybe that's why deputy dumbass being around and making jess laugh soured his mood. enough to make him testy when he and jess were going at it with their banter again. he can't even remember what she said that struck him, blinded by the fact he was so bold to grab for her chin like that. but there he was — blinking back his shock at himself, realizing how close they'd been standing.

to his surprise, she didn't push him aside or get angry with him. the touch to his wrist was a testament to that. the question that slipped from her lips cause a corner of his mouth to turn north. with a shift of his hand, his thumb gently poked the sharp end of one of her fangs – eventually sliding off to her upper lip and following the curve of her mouth. ❝ what are you doin' after work? ❞ before she can respond, he continues more assertively. ❝ maybe you'd like to hang out with me awhile? ❞ maybe she'll finally open her eyes and see he's been around all along.

@alwaysanangcl  … continued.

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SOMETHING ABOUT BRIDGERTON. a mix of show, spin-off, and novel quotes for all your shippy needs. change verbiage and pronouns as needed.

you do not wish a life with me for yourself.

you do not know me, and rest assured, you never shall.

the more i learn, the more i realize how little i know.

you are the bane of my existence and the object o all my desires.

a diamond is precious precisely because it is rare.

there is nothing more i want than to earn back the favor of the one person who has always truly made me feel appreciated.

just because something is not perfect does not make it any less worthy of love.

i will stand with you between the heavens and the earth.

flawless, my dear.

i love you with my past, and i love you for my future.

sometimes i think you possibly couldn't be real.

night and day, i dream of you.

i can live with you hating me, i just can't live without you.

i love you. i adore you. i worship the ground you walk upon.

it is you i cannot sacrifice.

nothing is ever as complicated as it is in one's mind.

we choose to love each other every single day.

you ... are a menace.

pride ... it will cost you everything and leave you with nothing.

your regrets are denied.

i know i am imperfect, but i humble myself before you because i cannot imagine my life without you.

from the moment i saw you trying to go over the wall, i have loved you desperately.

i have no intention of marrying for love.

come, hide from the heavens with me.

i love all of you. even the parts you believe are too dark or too shameful.

all i find myself thinking about, all i find myself being able to breathe for ... is you.

just keep looking at me. no one else matters.

it seems ... my garden is in bloom. and now it wants things.

you must tell me to stop if you do not wish for this.

it is not the eyes that meet, but the souls that dance. they settle into each other.

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roulette style para starter call. no specifying whatsoever. just gonna pick a muse at random (yours & mine in the case of a multi) and let the vibes drive.

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❝ the world breaks every one & afterward many are strong at the broken places. but those that will not break it kills. it kills the very good & the very gentle & the very brave impartially. ❞

ft. muses from arthurian legends,  marvel,  star  wars,  & others

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𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕   ﹔   various  sentence  starters   (   platonic/romantic/antagonistic/etc   )  from   short n' sweet deluxe edition  (   2025   )   .  please   , like   or reblog   if   you   plan   on   using   .   don’t   claim   as   your   own   .  

i  leave  quite  the  impression.

now  i'm  gone  but  you're  still  laying  next  to  me.

i  heard  you're  back  together.

do  you  want  forever?  i  bet  you  do.

all  his  jokes  hit  different  -  guess  who  he  learned  them  from.

you'll  just  have  to  taste  me  when  he's  kissing  you.

every  time  you  close  your  eyes  and  feel  his  lips  you're  feeling  mine.

you  can  have  him  if  you  like,  i've  been  there  done  that  once  or  twice.

it  don't  mean  i  care.

i  know  i've  been  known  to  share.

i  know  i  have  good  judgement,  i  know  i  have  good  taste.

its  funny  and  it's  ironic  that  only  i  feel  that  way.

i  promise  'em  that  you're  different  and  everyone  makes  mistakes.

i  heard  that  you're  an  actor,  so  act  like  a  stand  up  guy.

whatever  devil's  inside  you,  don't  let  him  out  tonight.

please,  please,  please,  don't  prove  i'm  right.

don't  bring  me  to  tears  when  i  just  did  my  makeup  so  nice.

heartbreak  is  one  thing,  my  ego's  another.

i  beg  you,  don't  embarrass  me,  motherfucker.

we  could  live  so  happily  if  no  one  knows  that  you're  with  me.

if  you  wanna  go  and  be  stupid,  don't  do  it  in  front  of  me.

don't  make  me  hate  you  prolifically.

i  won't  give  a  fuck  about  you.

when  i  love  you,  i'm  sweet  like  an  angel.

drawin'  hearts  'round  our  names  and  dreamin'  of  writing  vows.

don't  mistake  my  nice  for  naive.

i  don't  waste  a  second.

it's  not  that  complicated.

you  should  stay  in  my  good  graces.

no  one's  more  amazing  at  turning  loving  into  hatred.

i'll  tell  the  world.

break  my  heart,  and  i  swear  i'm  movin'  on.

want  you  every  second,  don't  need  other  guys.

i  know  you're  not  the  sharpest  tool  in  the  shed.

a  bird  flies  by  and  you  forget.

i  don't  hear  a  word  'til  your  guilt  creeps  in.

we  were  going  right,  then  you  took  a  left.

left  me  with  a  lot  of  shit  to  second  guess.

if  that  was  casual  then  i'm  an  idiot.

i'm  looking  for  an  answer  in  between  the  lines.

lying  to  yourself  if  you  think  we're  fine.

we  never  talk  about  it.

all  the  silence  just  makes  it  worse,  really.

all  the  silence  is  just  your  strategy.

we  never  talk  about  how  you  found  god  at  your  ex's  house.

seems  like  overnight,  i'm  just  the  bitch  you  hate  now.

without  even  being  here,  she's  back  in  your  life.

you've  lost  all  your  common  sense.

what  a  coincidence.

tryna  turn  the  past  into  the  present  tense.

palm  springs  looks  nice,  but  who's  by  your  side?

i  was  in  a  sheer  dress  the  day  that  we  met.

maybe  it's  all  in  my  head.

how  you  talk  so  sweet  when  you're  doing  bad  things.

how  you're  looking  at  me,  yeah,  i  know  what  that  means.

where  art  thou?  why  not  uponeth  me?

see  it  in  my  mind  -  let's  fulfill  the  prophecy.

isn't  that  sweet?  i  guess  so.

i  can't  relate  to  desperation.

you're  so  dumb  and  poetic.

i  am  not  dramatic,  these  are  just  the  thoughts  that  pass  right  through  me.

if  i  can't  have  the  one  i  love,  i  guess  it's  you  that  i'll  be  kissin'

you  make  me  wanna  make  you  fall  in  love.

oh,  late  at  night  i'm  thinkin'  bout  you.

if  you  love  me  right,  then  who  knows?

give  me  more  than  just  some  butterflies.

have  you  ever  tried  this  one?

tell  me  i'm  the  only  one.

don't  say  it  was  just  an  isolated  incident  that  happened  once.

there's  no  need  to  pretend.

i've  never  seen  an  ugly  truth  that  i  can't  bend.

i  can  make  a  shit  show  look  a  whole  lot  like  forever.

all  of  your  best  excuses,  no,  they  don't  stand  a  chance.

you're  supposed  to  think  about  me  every  time  you  hold  her.

i  want  you  to  miss  me.

the  clock  is  tickin'  lately,  i  guess  that  means  i'm  doin'  somethin'  right.

i  hope  i  make  it  through  the  night.

where  did  all  these  parties  come  from?

what  i'd  give  to  be  meeting  you  as  the  glass-half-full  version  of  me.

i  couldn't  make  it  any  harder  to  love  me.

i'm  so  mature,  collected,  and  senseible.

to  turn  me  down,  well,  that's  just  unethical.

i'll  turn  into  someone  you're  scared  to  know.

if  you  don't  need  my  love  -  i  didn't  want  your  little  bitch-ass  anyway.

if  you  want  my  kisses,  i'll  be  your  perfect  mrs.  'til  the  day  that  one  of  us  dies.

sill  i  choose  to  be  in  love  with  you.

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somehow he managed to do it. escape district twelve. live a life constantly looking over his shoulder and wondering if today will be the day he'd get caught. twelve seemed a bit more relaxed to some extent whereas eleven felt more … on guard. always working the people. but it's a big district, so he'd like to believe he's in the clear. 

still familiarizing himself with the land, sejanus somehow stumbled upon the other's loud exclamation. (she probably thought she was alone out here – so he assumes.)

❝ i think they decided, ❞ spoken from a short distance as he watches the form laying in the grass. ❝ you probably should be careful talking out her like that. someone might assume you're a rebel or something. ❞

"fuck the capitol," mj hissed. her eyes were wide and wild with rage. it escaped her mouth with the confidence of someone who didn't care who heard, but the barely audible volume of her voice betrayed her. she lay on the ground, staring up at the sky, her thumb gently tracing the handle of a dull knife she kept on her at all times.

"who decided they get to be in charge anyway?"

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honestly, as much as i enjoyed s6/s7 of mha, i get so 💢 when i think of how all my fave villains die instead of a redemption arc. and i know the argument stands that they're villains who did terribad things. but when i think of the core villains and why they became what they were, i can understand why they took that path. people literally overlooked shigaraki, toga's own parents hated her, toya was never good enough in his hero father's eyes, splinter and other heteromorphs live in a world that won't accept them. their paths were paved for them just for being born different or the quirks they had. and then you have secondary villains like gentle criminal and la brava who get a slice of redemption, but not the league of villains?? (the ones who were failed so horribly as children and just needed someone to reach out??) i don't think they should have gotten a pass and all is forgiven just because they see the light. but death as their end game just felt lackluster to me.

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if it weren't for the fact that the inferior believes himself suddenly superior to him, elijah might have been impressed. but given the nature of everything as of late, his patience wanes so easily. he's certainly in no mood for the politics that come with invading one's territory. (such territory once belonging to the original's family.)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ … @rejectory's marcel: the law is law.

❝ be that as it may, marcellus – perhaps you've forgotten that it was i who wrote the law so long ago. ❞ a heart in his left hand drops to the ground with an audible squelch – landing beside its previous owner. a frown paints his features as eyes detect a slight stain to the cuff of his sleeve. (such an expensive cleaning bill that might be.) still, he persists – a step taken over the corpse and closer to his adversary. ❝ and unless you wish to find me in a particurly nasty mood and to be cleaning bodies off this street, i dare suggest you tell the onlookers to stand down. ❞

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she rather likes eliza quite a bit more than she lets on. for once, her brother's chosen someone tolerable. someone tolerable and good. pair in the fact that the blonde is such a girl's girl, that having another female lingering about is such a gift. (nik is always angry about something or another and elijah seems to be in a better mood – much to do with the other now lounging about. having another who could understand her is far better than being around the boys.)

❝ alright, alright. – but don't go telling my brother a word. he'll try to intervene and act as though you need a chaperone. and he can be quite the drag when he enters dad-mode. ❞ elijah forgets they were once baby vamps. eliza, like all of them, has a right to live her life and discover parts of herself and make mistake along the way, too. ❝ well — don't be lazy. let's get ready and get the hell out of this place. if i have to bear witness to another of nik's tantrums before i've had a few drinks, i might just kill someone. ❞

"come  on,  blondie  -  i  just  wanna  have  some  fun!"    cue  a  dramatic  flop  onto  a  velvet-upholstered  chaise  lounge  much  older  than  eliza  can  imagine  -  nonetheless,  it  withstands  her  weight  to  be  the  current  podium  for  her  dramatics.    "you're  my  only  other  bloodsucking  friend,  an'  i've  spent  the  last  few  miserable  years  of  my  life  on  a  hopeless  revenge  story,"    she  relents  with  a  newfound  resounding  grip  on  reality  -  eliza  cannot  waste  her  whole  life  away,  waiting  to  take  the  life  (death?)  of  the  man  who  cursed  her  to  outlive  those  she  loves.

there's  a  kinship  shared  between  herself  and  rebekah  -  love,  acceptance,  the  desire  for  it  and  more.  eliza  turns  her  head  towards  the  other  woman,  playing  up  a  strong  pout  and  reaching  her  arms  out  toward  her  company,    “let’s  leave  all  these  boys  behind  an'  have  a  good  time.”

*        /        @withguilt,  for  rebekah.        🤍