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|| THIS MUSE IS MOVING TO MY NEW MULTIMUSE BLOG THAT I’M IN THE PROCESS OF SETTING UP. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW THE URL OF MY NEW MULTI LET ME KNOW AND I’LL FOLLOW YOU FROM THERE. AS SUCH, THIS BLOG IS NOW INACTIVE. 

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It was too easy to just forget the all the pain and history when he was standing this close to her, feeling the sensation of her being just in reach. Muscle memory was so easy to cue his body into joining hers, even in just little ways – a hand on hers, a forehead touch, .. a kiss. His entire self breathed it in a puling want that made terror run through every single part of him.

It had been her who had left him, not the other way around … and what if this was just a ploy of Desire’s, again, He hated that – the clogged up mixed feelings of whether or not his love, his most vulnerable part of himself, wasn’t real, but something his sibling was doing. The idea of his sibling being inside of him, just made him want to completely rip that hair off their head.

He was NOT Desire. He was Dream and and Nightmare, hope, and fears… and the FACT that Desire was even entering this moment in his thought process was actually really nauseating.

He didn’t want to get hurt, and he didn’t want to feel things that were just going to tear him apart.

“I do not hate you,” he repeated, keeping his guard up, even though, he could feel the energies rising like a hurricane of current as vividly as the air. “I will never take from you. It will have to be you.. who takes from me,” he stated, meaning something far deeper and completely different. “You said you never wanted to see me, again. Do you still feel the same way?”

it had been the calliope of centuries past who had left him, abandoned him, so consumed by the anger and grief that she felt that goddess had wanted him to feel a fraction of that which assailed her. blind was she to his grief, for in the storm of emotions she had been she could not accept or bare witness to his own. she had sought to hurt him as his inaction to help their son had hurt her, had doomed their boy. and yet, now, as waves crashed against the shore around them, the kaleidoscope of pain had faded, opening her up to a reality which had been hidden from her before. there had been actions they both could have taken, all of which required forsaking the laws which ruled their existence. there was no purpose to place blame anymore. to allow it to continue to tear everything they had been to each other asunder. clarity had been granted the moment he had come to her in that wretched room. when he had aided her where the fates and gods had not. 

dream was not the aberration that she had created of him within her soul when she had locked away her love for him deep within her. she could see clearly now, see him for who he was, for who he had always been, the endless with stars in his eyes. 

breath catches, lips parting as calliope’s features soften. whatever had been holding her back before releasing from her as she allows a step forward, closer. energies electric with proximity though she does not touch him. not yet. “there is a part of me, a part that has lived with such pain for so long, who seeks to say that i do not wish to see you, that i do not wish harbor any love for you anymore. however, that would be a lie. to be so close to you now..” a hand does reach out now, hesitant and slow, as if she’s giving him the option to stop her, taking his hand in hers and bringing it up to her heart, unspoken weight held within the gesture. “--i know my heart misses you. that it wishes to see you as much as i believe you wish to see me.” 

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“HER LAST NAME IS PORTER BUT THAT’S NOT… THAT WAS HER MUM’S NAME. SHE HAS ANOTHER. HER OTHER NAME IS CURSED. HER TRUE NAME IS ROSE CONSTANTINE. SHE’S MY DAUGHTER.”

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🐝  *  ―  𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.   (  some random questions which mostly fit into angsty scenarios but can be used for other things as well. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  are we actually doing the right thing ?  ❜ ❛  are you bleeding ?  ❜ ❛  are you even sorry ?  ❜ ❛  are you still mad at me ?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own ?  ❜ ❛  can’t we just be friends again ?  ❜ ❛  can we pretend this never happened ?  ❜ ❛  can you help me with this ?  ❜ ❛  didn’t you listen to what i just said ?  ❜ ❛  did you ever even love me ?  ❜ ❛  don’t you believe me ?  ❜ ❛  do you trust me ?  ❜ ❛  do you understand what that means ?  ❜ ❛  do you want to talk about it ?  ❜ ❛  haven’t you heard the news ?  ❜ ❛  have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself ?  ❜ ❛  how did you do that ?  ❜ ❛  how will i ever be able to repay you ?  ❜ ❛  is it my fault ?  ❜ ❛  is there anything i can do for you ?  ❜ ❛  was all of this just a lie ?  ❜ ❛  we’re gonna survive this, right ?  ❜ ❛  what are you doing here ?  ❜ ❛  what do you want from me ?  ❜ ❛  what have you done to them ?  ❜ ❛  what makes you think i’m going to help you ?  ❜ ❛  when was the last time you ate something ?  ❜ ❛  when will it stop ?  ❜ ❛  when will you ever grow up ?  ❜ ❛  where were you last night ?  ❜ ❛  who did this to you ?  ❜ ❛  who the hell are you ?  ❜ ❛  why can’t you just let it go ?  ❜ ❛  why didn’t you tell me sooner ?  ❜ ❛  why did you leave me ?  ❜ ❛  why don’t you come home with me ?  ❜ ❛  why would you do something like that ?  ❜ ❛  will you call me when you got there safely ?  ❜ ❛  will you please tell me what happened ?  ❜ ❛  will you stop doing that ?  ❜

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|| i am really sorry for my lack of activity here the last few days. my muse has been extremely fickle and i’ve been very stressed and anxious. i do hope to be able to do replies on here in the next few days. that said, you can find me on my multi as some of my muse has seemed to veer a little bit more toward there the last few days.

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|| i am really sorry for my lack of activity here the last few days. my muse has been extremely fickle and i’ve been very stressed and anxious. i do hope to be able to do replies on here in the next few days. that said, you can find me on my multi as some of my muse has seemed to veer a little bit more toward there the last few days.

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i  chose  to  give  my  life  to  be  with  the  woman  i  loved.  i  chose  to  experience  hundreds  of  years  of  human  history.  and  every  time  i  feed,  i  am  choosing  to  live.  /  i  used  to  love  looking  at  the  stars  [ … ]  not  just  points  of  light  others  see,  for  me  the  sky  is  lit  up  like  midday.  it’s  like  living  your  life  in  technicolour.  all  the  colours  are  brilliant,  intense.  i  see  points  of  the  spectrum  people  can’t  even  imagine.  and  the  people,  the  people  .  .  .  the  people,  they  glow.  their  breath.  their  blood  pulsing  below  the  surface  of  their  skin.  it’s  heady.  /  when  you  turn,  you  don’t  see  people  anymore.  you  see  prey.  i  spent  a  long  time  learning  to  control  my  impulses.  but  i  am  not  human,  and  every  once  in  a  while,  somebody’s  got  to  die.

𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑  —  independent  blood  ties  roleplay  account  for  h.enry  f.itzroy.  show  &  book  based,  headcanon  influences.  mutual’s  &  18+  only.  low  activity,  slow  replies,  iconless.

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|| i don’t think i’m going to be able to do much writing tonight (if any) but i did want to come on and say that @khozmoh is amazing and everyone should go follow their oc. i’ve written with them over quite a few years on various accounts and they are one of my favorite people to write with on this site in the whole time i’ve been on here. 

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|| i just found out my uncle is going onto hospice and i’m really stressed out and anxious so i’m not sure if i’ll be able to write or not tonight. i’m going to try as it might help distract me. but i will be on discord. 

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Sandman doodles ❣️

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the longer i’m here, the more i just appreciate those partners that make writing fun. and exciting. and those threads you start up and you just get so excited to reply to that you can’t bother with the rpc courtesies of queueing or waiting or whatever. those people whose replies pop into your notifications and you literally stop everything to go read. those people who make writing 3-4 paragraphs feel like a breeze. who you just literally never get tired of writing with and who you click with. and i mean yeah, like anyone else sometimes i get caught up in “does my blog look quality enough. am i posting too much ooc for people to think i’m a serious rper. are my aesthetics pretty enough.” but at the heart of it i just???? there are some of you that i’ve gotten to write with that have literally pulled me out of super dark times and have made me so excited to come on here and have just made my heart feel really light and happy and i’m never NOT going to appreciate it. 

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|| i’m a firm believer that you can do the same au with different muns playing the same muses. everyone’s writing is their own and differently nuanced. it might be the same base storyline but what happens in interactions can be totally different. 

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morpheusxdream​:

Perhaps the real reason why he found he could not yet seek the comfort they both so needed – not even in her arms – just in any place so close to her – was not because he held vengeance in his heart, hate, or anger, but instead, too many feelings for her that he was afraid of feeling, again.

Even just knowing they both shared the same space right then, as the ocean waters lapped around them, was like an invisible string pulling him to her. It was symphonies where one couldn’t just hear the music, but could feel it deep inside and all around them with every part of their being.

Perhaps they did have time, for time for them was never ending. While they lived each and every day, existence for them traveled a course far differently than humans.

He did exhale upon her acceptance and calming words. This meeting was so different from so many in the past, filled with anger, blaming, and hostility … on both ends. He admitted that. Dream didn’t always handle rejection and blame the best.

He recognized that.

He was a Dream Lord, but he wasn’t perfect.

Even Lucienne had shown him that.

“I did not answer .. your call because of a boon I owed, Calliope,” he stated with fervor, as his gaze immediately lifted at her words, and he turned, stepping right up to her in his rise of insulted emotion. “I came because you were hurting. I came because I wanted it to stop. No one should ever EVER have done what was done to you. I shall go mad if anyone should ever do that to you, again.”

past. present. future. all blends together within singular moment. all roads traveled and yet to be laid before two beings stood upon the precipice of their shared history. once, happiness had but enthralled them to each other. his love all-consuming and so unlike anything experienced among the eons. she had been with many dreamers and poets, yet none held the stars within their gaze. dream and inspiration coming together in beautiful harmony before distortion wrought upon them. light turned to darkness. love to hate. grief to blame. pain consuming, swirling within like waves crashing against a shore. never had she believed, all those years prior, that they would be standing together sharing the same space not in anger but in quiet acceptance of each other’s struggle. they were two parents-- for that be what they would always be-- still grieving an unimaginable loss, uncertain in the present and unknowing of the future. 

then, he speaks, and it is as if the whole of her being is suddenly cast into a storm. 

energies mingle in proximity, his presence calling her to reach out and yet she pauses, curling her fingers back and returning them to her side. “oneiros--” eloquence escapes that whom embodies it, weight in the absence of words unspoken. rapid fire emotions playing at the seams of her soul and fear rising with it. fear of that which the goddess had closed herself off from when heart had been torn asunder. he had answered her call and delivered her from torment not because he felt something owed from the terrible tragedy of their loss but as the fruit of something else. she had been hurt and he had unleashed his wrath upon the mortal for it. there was no malice left between them but in it’s place something had broken free from the great depths. 

“for the longest time i believed you would have left me to my fate and yet--” that he had hated her enough to leave her to what had befallen her and she had believed she despised him, it taking what they had both endured to perhaps awaken them to the truth that hate was far from what they harbored toward one another. “--no matter. i will never allow someone to take from me again.” 

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|| my muse is still being a bit finicky at the moment so i’m going to get a cup of hot chocolate and give the new intervie.w with a vampir.e a try. 

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|| when i’m not on here i can be found at @historiestold and @choselight

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“You came.” “You called.”

Gustav Klimt’s ‘The Kiss’ reimagined as Calliope & Morpheus from The Sandman by @neil-gaiman on Netflix

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