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☁️ 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 ☁️

part three of the album from IDKHOW!

❛ I really don't know why I'm writing this letter ❜

❛ I just think, it must be easier than talking about it ❜

❛ You know, whenever I think to myself "What if this doesn't work out?" ❜

❛ The first person I ever think of is you ❜

❛ I hope you never think I only had you around to pass the time ❜

❛ Please don't ever think that way ❜

❛ It's hard to stay focused when I'm with you all the time ❜

❛ And when I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you ❜

❛ I can't get close to people very easily ❜

❛ I can't get close to people very easily but I felt close to you instantly ❜

❛ In spite of everything I've done I wish you all the happiness in the world ❜

❛ Had to get on top of the world ❜

❛ The invocation is as good as it gets ❜

❛ Please, oh, please believe in what I say ❜

❛ Silver screens project your damnation, that's entertainment ❜

❛ Easy come, easy go ❜

❛ Satanic panic takes it all ❜

❛ Dying to save your soul ❜

❛ Stop where you are, let me explain ❜

❛ Drown your doubts away in cheap champagne ❜

❛ You might not get another chance ❜

❛ Here I go running my mouth again ❜

❛ Left foot in the dark 'cause I'm sunny side up ❜

❛ Listen, don't hesitate to take the blame ❜

❛ Surely something will go wrong again ❜

❛ Stop these heartstrings ❜

❛ A sucker for circumstance ❜

❛ There's more to life than meets the eye ❜

❛ Intrusive thoughts will make you cry ❜

❛ You've got to play through the pain and just ignore what's creeping in ❜

❛ Someday we're all going to die ❜

❛ Post-boredom couldn't get me higher than I am ❜

❛ Look, here comes the mistress of the destructive one-liner ❜

❛ It doesn't matter what you think of us ❜

❛ Make your name, steal a thought, don't thank anybody else ❜

❛ Keep your feelings to yourself ❜

❛ Only break for the applause ❜

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The way he looked at her sometimes made her blush, with such tenderness it hurt to know she would likely never know that look again from a man who wished to wed her. She would simply enjoy it while she had it and do all she could to help him while he wished for her to be there. "I might have to wear your last gift as well, watch her wheels turn in the Queen's head as she tries to decide if it's an engagement gift or not" she teased.

The redhead was well aware that she would never wed and if she did it would likely be in his country to a man who did not care for her own customs-- so she wished to enjoy this time with him. At first she had been worried-- but the more he kissed her, the more familiar she became with his hands on her skin, the more she could not find the strength to care or pull away. She melted into him as she always did and just let herself be happy. Ashe pulled away she softly caught her breath, smiling up at him "then I will endeavor to wear them more for you" she liked how he looked at her when she did.

He enjoyed the sound of her laughter more than he cared to admit, and his expression softened as she happily considered the dress she would wear to the next ball. He'd always seen dances and large social events as an inevitable chore of being royal, but with Penelope...he realised he was beginning to enjoy them. Partly for the fun of the subterfuge, of course, but he vaguely wondered if there was more than that.

"Excellent. I look forward to seeing the Ton's reaction," he hummed, and then his lips were blissfully otherwise occupied. The longer they continued with this charade, the harder it was for Cenred to ignore the faint stab of guilt in the back of his mind; with no intention of marriage, should he be treating Pen this way? And yet, the way she eagerly twisting to be nearer to him, seemed to suggest she had no such qualms about their behaviour. He pulled back a few moments later, brushing the tips of their noses together playfully. "You do always look delectable in my colours," he admitted, in a husky voice.

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It had been a very long road to get here-- so many years of back and forth, but as she smoothed out the dark blue dress she was wearing and double checked her curls it dawned on her that, this was real. She was going on a date with Ares, and she smiled. Dabbing on a little perfume, the blonde heard the door and opened it, not surprised to see he was right on time and he looked amazing to say the least. "You look pretty good yourself, I am more than ready" her smile only brightened when he handed her the rose and she smelled it, it took very little to make the nymph happy. "It's beautiful, thank you!"

Night At The Nutcracker [Closed]

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The holidays were here, Thanksgiving had come and gone, and so did the awkward family dinner that Aphrodite tried every year, which ended in a big family squabble. But they were three weeks away from Christmas, and he guessed it was time to kick this relationship with Alona off to start. So when she answered the door looking stunning in a dress, he couldn't find the words to say anything, and that was weird for him as he always had something to say. "Well love, you look absolutely stunning, I hope you're ready for a night at the Nutcracker." He pulled from behind him a single rose to give to Alona.

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"Regrets collect like old friends, here to relive your darkest moments. I can see no way, I can see no way, and all of the ghouls come out to play, and every demon wants his pound of flesh, but I like to keep some things to myself. I like to keep my issues drawn, it's always darkest before the dawn."

Indie book based multi muse, featuring muses from Bridgerton, Asoiaf, Narnia, ACOTAR and many more. Loved by Tiny.

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Starter call for Alice, Penelope, Alicent ( in her not a bitch, dragon rider or modern aus), or Thumbelina in any of their verses !

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The Three Musketeers (2011) | 4/18

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Starter call for Alice, Penelope, Alicent ( in her not a bitch, dragon rider or modern aus), or Thumbelina in any of their verses !

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Alice took the tea with a soft smile, her head shaking at his question "you think so little have me Har, no not because of the violence" her legs curled further under her as her eyes looked at the flames before her, taking a sip of her tea, perfect as always. Blue eyes closed for a moment, listening to the patter of rain on the roof and the rumble of the thunder.

"It's the sound of the rain against glass, the rumble of the thunder and the feeling of electricity in the air. The scent of rain in the air is lovely as well" she had always liked storms, perhaps it was a precursor of who she was as a person, the chaos she was capable of now that she was away from her mother.

@bcbliophile asked: "I love a thunderstorm." - Alice to anyone

His gaze rose from where he was carefully making a pot of tea. Fingers stilling as his attention flicked to the window, taking in the sight of the storm quickly rolling in. The sky darkened as flashes of light could be seen in the distance. Several long seconds marked the passage of time before the subtle crack of thunder reached them. It would be a bad storm from the look of it.

Carefully pouring out two cups of tea he lifted them, carrying them over to the fireplace where she was curled up currently. Handing the cup and saucer to her before settling back into his own seat, long legs crossing. Taking a sip and nodding in a pleased manner at the delicate flavor he then arched a brow towards her. "Because of the violence?"

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"I reserve this side for people I care about, no one other than a select few have tried to get close enough to see it" she sighed softly, her head tilting back to look at the night sky. It didn't help that most people thought he would propose to her soon as thus have written her off as taken, but she didn't say that-- no reason for him to feel bad. "Only one of us can see ourselves negatively and I have the monopoly on that Michael. You are charming, kind, well spoken and handsome. Even as a spare you are sought after as an ideal match and your mother is amazing, a rarity in an in law" she offered him a kind smile.

Michael shook his head ❝Penelope, why do you doubt yourself? Anyone I’ve ever spoken to who knows you has nothing but wonderful things to say about you. You are a beautiful young lady, if you allowed people to see this side of you, you’d find a husband in no time❞ Michael has observed pen long enough to see that no one truly knew her, so no one knew to court her. He had never heard any of the men say anything negative about her appearance, just that she was shy ❝I don’t see why. It’s not as if I am to inherit the title. John and Francesca’s son would inherit the title. I’m just the spare❞ he half laughed

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"I'm sorry-- I didn't mean that, I know you have been more than trying to make amends for what you said. . . . It's just difficult with many of the men of the Ton as they still hold your words as law and if I am not good enough for a Bridgerton to marry, despite the glowing reviews from Benedict and Anthony, then why should they bother and it's frustrating when the few who do wish to court me are promptly ran off" she sighed as she found a bench and sat down, her face burying in her hands. "What am I even doing this for? My mother was right, this was a fools errand."

If colin could go back in time and stop him from saying that, he would. He regretted it completely and that wasn’t even how he saw Penelope. He was just a fool trying to impress men that he realized he didn’t even care about. He shook his head. He has spent the entire time he had been back proving to Penelope that he cared about her. Eloise barely spoke to him because they were fighting, and he hardly saw the other men he had spent time with before. It suddenly became clear that she’d never forgive him and in fact probably never would. What was she keeping him around for? She had attracted a few suitors so why did she even care? He fell silent and just hung back behind her

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Starter call for Jude, Penelope, Alicent ( in her not a bitch, dragon rider or modern aus) or Thumbelina in any of their verses !

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Natalie Alyn Lind

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Secret Romance Sentences

(Sentences for muses in the midst of an affair, forbidden love, or any other kind of secret romance. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Does anyone know you're here?"

"I don't like being a secret mistress. It's not my style!"

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

"They can't stop us if we want to be together!"

"Make yourself comfortable. Nobody knows you're here but me."

"One day, we'll run away together. We'll disappear."

"I like being alone with you."

"I don't want anyone to find out about us."

"Do you have to work tonight? I don't."

"I thought you weren't coming."

"I'd really prefer not to be seen leaving here in the cold light of dawn."

"I don't want to have to explain to people who you are."

"Things have gotten out of hand. Maybe it's time we all slowed down. Took a breath."

"I'm not against love as a rule, but in situations such as ours, it tends to cause problems."

"What are you doing here? I thought you went home?"

"Can I ask you something? Are we having an affair together?"

"Remember that conversation we had about personal space?"

"What do you mean you're married?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"The department isn't a massive fan of office romance."

"Promise you'll take me with you?"

"I wonder what your mum would say if she could see us now?"

"Us being together, it could cost me my job and my reputation, but I think this thing we have is worth the risk."

"Why are we meeting like spies?"

"I did it. I told him about us."

"I wish we could just run away."

"Do you know what I'd like? For once in our lives, to meet outside this apartment."

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The rift between her and her mother had started when she learned how to speak. It was in no way her husband's fault-- if anyone's it was her mother who valued riches and status above all, so for her daughter to run away and marry for love on the continent was a slap in the face. But Penelope cared little, she like her life here with her soulmate, she liked how at peace she felt with him.

"As well as a harpy can be, I suppose" she rose from her chair and moved to her husband, her arms wrapping around him from behind, her cheek resting on the middle of his back. "I will never understand why I was so unlovable to her, but I find you more than makeup for what my family lacked."

ABRAHAM KNEW FULL WELL THAT Penelope was not close with her mother, but he still could not avoid the pang of GUILT which pierced his chest as she spoke. He may not be responsible for the existence of the Soul Bond between himself and Penelope, and yet, a persistent feeling lingered in him that he was somehow responsible for the estrangement between Penelope and her mother. It was irrational, and yet, it existed. Self-hatred is a strange phenomenon indeed.

  “I’m glad you heard from her.” Abraham’s voice was soft, his words GENUINE. He made no mention of dowries, for the young lawyer was the type of man to be utterly unbothered by society’s widespread fixation upon wealth. “Is she well?” Penelope’s mother might indeed still hold a bitter grudge against him, but she was still meant to be his mother-in-law — of course he would inquire about her wellbeing nevertheless.

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"We can only hope, but what I do know is this is not our problem, she made her bed and now she has to fix it" she would not be cleaning up her cousin's mess this time, the nymph didn't care if she was next in line for the throne, should anything happen to the Queen she would worry about it then. She pressed closer to Meliorn's side, her head on his shoulder once more as it so often was when they walked. Her only worry was for him and her family, who were all mostly safe in the Mundane realm right now.

"That is a wonderful idea, my mate-- perhaps have a nice dinner party, see all the people we care about at once" she started them back towards their cottage so they could pack.

"I've noticed it as well," Meliorn admitted as he looked at Penelope. he glanced at the garden and it didn't seem to be itself but he didn't want to dwell on it. He didn't want to think on it since it would lead down a rabbit that he wasn't sure he wanted to follow just yet. It didn't seem like a good thing though and eventually someone would have to deal with it but he didn't want to do that just yet. Meliorn knew that wasn't very warrior of him but he didn't want to deal with the Seelie Queen. He didn't want to open that can of worms just yet, it could wait for a little bit...he hoped anyway.

"I think that's a wonderful idea," he admitted as he looked at her. "Perhaps it'll be fixed when we return," he smiled as he looked at her. "Visit Magnus and Ruhn, invite our friends over."

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"You do it very well, your grace-- you are one of a kind and I am very thankful for that" she laughed once more, blue eyes sparkling at how easy all of this was. Cenred always made her feel at ease, he was much kinder than anyone ever spoke about, at least he was to her. She had endeavored to never give him reason or cause to turn his anger onto her, in truth he was one of the few who had never been upset or annoyed by her.

"I have just the dress then, what a pretty pair we'll make" she liked how happy he seemed with her when she wore his colors, liked how he looked at her even more. His drop in tone made her shiver slightly, in the best possible way, her cheek leaned into his palm, her eyes falling closed as their lips pressed together in a heated kiss. her own hands came to rest on his chest, her upper body twisting so she was better facing him.

"Indeed. I do endeavour not to be boring," he teased, falling into their usual, easy banter. It was always so much easier when it was just the two of them - when they did not need to worry about appearances, or impressing the Queen. It was rare that Cenred ever felt able to truly be himself, but with Penelope he was beginning to.

The thought of Penelope in the blues and silver of his home country was enough for him to close the small gap between them. "You will look divine in my colours," he informed her, huskily. "But I do hope you're not expecting me to be able to keep my hands to myself." One said palm reached upwards to cup her cheek, before he joined their lips together in a searing kiss.