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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 it came from he is not sure he'd be able to admit it. or even name it. was there any specification to it or did he simply dislike, hate, the idea of it ? alicent had been a bother to rhaenyra for so many years ... hurting her, humiliating her, yet rhaenyra would continue to choose that hightower woman despite all of it. what was it ? what did he not posses ? perhaps that isn't the correct question to ask, but daemon targaryen would not ... lower himself to asking such questions. even if it would be more helpful because he would rather leave, run, be sent away than willingly watch being left behind. ( though, did he not deserve it in some way ... did he not orchestrate this reaction. this split from rhaenyra ? it is always him, he is always doing it. knowingly or not. )

eyes return to @zaldarias as she begins to speak once more. her ... lack of any real emotion toward the entire situation, argument, seems to spur his irritation on even more.

he scoffs slightly then, daring to roll violet eyes. ❛ of course i know the meaning behind your words. ❜ there was some mocking in his tone, betrayal of feelings as always. ❛ even without specifics, rhaenyra, your vagueness is more than telling .. ❜ hand raises to rub against his forehead as teeth chew on the inside meat of his cheek when she dares to probe at what 'bothers.' ❛ should it not bother me , is that what you suggest ? last time i checked, you were my wife. ❜ but should she have ever been ?

it had never been easy .          not with him ,   not for her .          sometimes it almost seemed as if she was at a loss ,   unable to defend him ,   his words ,   his actions ,   his behaviour .          for how long was she supposed to continue to endure it ?          now as a woman grown ,   she could finally see through him ,   his real intentions ,   that unquenchable thirst to spill blood ,   even if it was innocent .          have it not been for her son while she was in that birthing chamber ,   he would have wasted no time to charge towards the capital from dragonstone to cut off green heads as he so put it .          that'd have only made the conflict worse ,   stained her reputation more ,   deemed her as unworthy   &&   violent ,   a danger for the realm .          it almost felt as it was needed to keep it in a leash ,   each one of her warnings a tug at it that made him take a step back .          still ,   for how long would she be successful at keeping him at bay ?          only a matter of time until he threw another one of his temper tantrums .

half provocations ,   half truths .          that's what they were   &&   he was not fond of one nor the other .          without the veil covering her eyes ,   no longer the mind of a young child whose head was filled with delusions   &&   empty promises ,   the queen had come to realize she had completely outgrown him .          the accusations thrown at her ,   words she had heard before come out from him ,   they're not confirmed nor are they denied .          what right did he have to even dare utter such words to her ?          she was now queen   &&   she owed him no explanations ,   not anymore .          his own insecurities had always been his demise ,   that much she had known since she was a young girl .          a hand now reaches out to run a finger over the stem of her wine goblet before there's another mocking downturn of her lips .          ❛ ⠀ it means anything you want it to ,   yet i presume you are aware of the meaning to my words . ⠀ ❜          leaning back against her seat ,   chest heaves up   &&   down as a sigh is pushed out with head leaned to the side .          ❛ ⠀ it bothers you ,   does it not ?          the subtleness hasn't been there as of late .          i'm referring to her ,   in case it wasn't ...          obvious . ⠀ ❜          

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mun dash game ! pick 4 of your favorite characters from fandoms && let your mutuals decide which one you’re most like , as the mun !

tagged by: @zaldarias , beloved<3

tagging: @wr1tten , @saturnmused , @molloyed , @wymsical , @decryptids , @harrenhail + you !

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𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 & 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 as if to calm herself, her emotions. technique armand instilled in her when she was overwhelmed, when she was stressed, when she felt herself on the verge of some kind of emotional overload. sybelle struggled with those & even as a vampire with their intensity having doubled---as a child she threw tantrums, as a teenager she was impatient despite her kindness, & now as a vampire the emotions creep in to take hold of her. threatening to overpower her, but armand's voice always echoed in the back of her mind like the comforting graze of a fathers lips on your forehead. ( daniel's words he will not speak aloud echo in her own mind. she hears them, she digests them, but she does not comment on them. )

moving on, sybelle re-opens her eyes to focus on @molloyed still across from her. her shoulders have lost their tension, her voice returns to it level, smooth vibration.

❛ i'm sure armand has his own reasoning for turning you. one we, i imagine, both want the answer to. ❜ the discomfort in her makes sybelle wants to take a side step from this conversation. to give daniel some other information to latch on it & she believes she has the perfect ... story to do just that. her smile returns, reaching back into a memory still so keen: ❛ armand saved me, y'know. well, we saved each other in a way. him from the sun, me from my brother. from my own personal hell as a human. ❜ her brother has been gone for ... decades now but she can still hear exactly how he sounded. can daniel hear echos too ? ❛ i was ... young at t'time. it was winter & i had an important, life-changing piano recital coming up. i was rushing them out t'door because i- ... i wanted to practice early. ❜ a lump forms in her throat, ❛ i regret doing that now ... knowing what it'd lead up to just minutes after. ❜

louis  had  that  habit,  he  noted  to  himself.  picking  up  strays,  adopting  them,  nurturing  them.  his  lips  curled  with  affection  he  developed  for  the  man  one  torturous  interview  after  another.  at  least  sybelle  had  one  good  example  in  her  life—and  he  made  sure  he  thought  that  comment  loud  enough  for  her  to  hear.  "you  thought  it,  not  me,"  he  told  her,  shrugging.  he  was  only  guessing,  but  that's  what  it  looked  like,  didn't  it?  a  dog  dies,  you  get  a  new  one  to  cope.  similar  analogy.

but  he  wasn't  here  to  unravel  louis'  trauma  with  daughters  when  he  could  hardly  figure  out  his  own.  he  was  here  for  his  maker,  and  the  surprise  it  led  him  to.  daniel  could  see  so  much  of  armand  in  sybelle  that  it  was  uncanny.  the  look  in  her  eye,  the  delicate  mannerisms  he  knew  hid  a  monster  beneath  -  because  there  was  no  way  armand  could  raise  anything  but.  even  the  way  they  spoke  their  perfectly  chosen  words,  their  practiced,  faux  smiles.

just  like  in  dubai  before  daniel  unspooled  the  bullshit.

"your  guess  is  as  good  as  mine,"  daniel  agreed,  "he  said  it  repulsed  him.  thought  it  was  disgusting...  maybe  he  was  saving  the  inevitable  resentment  from  you."

he  couldn't  figure  out  why  he  wanted  to  comfort  her. it didn't seem like she was saved from it in the end anyway.

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𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐎. while now she's known for her games, for how they messed her up, annie didn't used to be this way. she used to be completely different & at times, she reverts back to the woman she no longer sees in the mirror. ( someone more outspoken, someone more confident. who didn't lean on others so heavily while she had them ... no games ... no memories ... not aftermath of what she, they, endured for the sake of a revolution. ) but, what is life without pain to grow ? annie tries to remind herself that the worst is over even with lingering things she'd rather not see. not be free of her nightmares, of her occasional waves of loneliness. now, she must live for her child -- yet, she could do good in between that couldn't she ? like now, helping this stranger.

arms remain crossed even when @seaire refuses her initial offer to help him. eyes watch for a moment, the way waves catch hold of the net. he'll never get it out at this rate.

❛ you'll never pull it in at this rate. the waves will keep working against you. ❜ states annie, allowed a small amused smile to press to her lips. ❛ i would know, i've lived in district four my entire life. ❜ but, then she pauses to glance out toward the sea. a sigh passes through her chest: ❛ let me help before i get too dark. i don't mind soaked pants. ❜ now, she steps forward through soggy sand so fingers, calloused, can wave through netting. annie braces before giving a grunt of effort tugging on the net.

the   waves   were   calm   today,   a   gentle   in   and   out   sway   that   kept   the   furthest   parts   of   the   beach   damp   and   easy   to   sink   into,   leaving   evidence   in   the   shape   of   the   heels   of   fishing   boots.       it's   normally   flat   and   undisturbed   landscape   was   decorated   in   fading   paw   prints   now,   THE   DOG   of   which   they   belong   to   much   farther   toward   the   dock   than   the   person   meant   to   accompany       ;       no,   eric   was   far   too   busy   lugging   an   abandoned   net   out   of   the   water's   edge,   dragging   through   the   sand   that   had   begun   to   bury   it   and   avoiding   the   curious   likes   of   SEA   FOAM   from   nipping   too   far   up   his   stature.

it   was   a   slow   process,   hindered   by   the   continuous   movement   of   the   ocean   trying   to   reclaim   it   like   a   child   with   a   new   toy.       [       one   very   much   so   CURSED   under   his   quiet   breath   and   insisted   upon   being   disposed   of   far   gentler   than   it   had   been,   especially   considering   the   ball   wrapped   up   in   its   old,     dingy   roping.       eric   was   still   surprised   max   ran   off   in   favor   of   greeting   more   people   than   retrieving   his   pass   time   right   away.       ]       but   by   the   time   he   was   left   with   sound   other   than   max's   distant   barking   at   the   mumbling   of   men   upon   the   dock   and   his   own   whispered   frustration,   he   nearly   allowed   all   the   PROGRESS   already   made   to   slip   through   his   knuckles   immediately.

he   catches   it   just   in   time,   heels   slipping   in   the   wet   sand   and   catching   through   a   weaving   of   his   fingers   in   the   netting's   maze   of   damp,   salt   filled   knots.       he   peers   at   her   from   their   distance   for   a   moment,       [       a   FAMILIAR   face   ?       not   at   all,   not   that   he   can   currently   recall   at   least       ]       only   to   allow   his   tense   shoulders   a   moment   to   relax   into   the   stagnant   air.

“       no   need   !       ”       eric's   voice   raises   over   the   call   of   the   waves,   spills   the   contents   of   his   smile   into   each   syllable.       a   laugh   escapes   him   that   is   both   telling   and   secretive   in   nature,       “       unless   you're   looking   to   be   SOAKED   to   the   bone.       i'll   figure   it   out   eventually.       ”

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“you should be at the club” Brother I should literally be sent to the seaside for my health

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👻୧‿︵‿︵ Send ‘BETWEEN’ for your muse to slip their hand between my muse’s legs. Feel free to reverse the roles and specify muses if a multi.

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RACHEL McADAMS as BARBARA SIMON ARE YOU THERE GOD? IT'S ME, MARGARET. (2023) dir. Kelly Fremon Craig

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𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 ? it was hard to answer considering kira hadn't been one for relationships in the past--here or there, the odd date, but neither of them seemed to go very far. one thing or another got in the way or the person ghosted her. but, that was the thing with attachment--either she felt glued to someone & dreaded the idea of them not being in her life or she was able to ease away from the idea of someone. rationalize in her own mind as to why they didn't work out, be it friends or otherwise. what did that say about her ? something she hadn't overthought because she busies herself with her work. with creativity as a form of expression & distraction.

the kiss @g0spels places to her forehead makes kira's chest feel a little warmer, makes blood pump a little faster through her veins. she could feel it, was aware of it which is why it almost made her ... want to suppress herself.

eyes watch the others hands when given instructions before wordlessly nodding. walking over to the pan, kira adds the paprika & tomato paste being careful not to accidentally over do it. one hand takes the wooden spoon, giving it a good mix around for a few turns before her free hand raises to sign out the words letter by letter: « l-i-k-e ... t-h-i-s ... ? » as not to stop stirring & accidentally burn something !

though   she   may   know very well   the   dangers   of   sharing   herself,   her   lifestyle,   with   a   human   —   cecily   cannot   resist   answering   her   love's   many   questions.   the   furthest reaches   of   her   condition   are   on   the   table,   laid   bare   for   @roseguided   to   take   or   leave.   even   the   rotten   thing   at   her   core   is   made   to   feel   seen   &.   loved   in   kira's   presence;   as   if   there   isn't   a   single   corner   of   her   being   that   she   can't freely   share.   the   kiss   to   her   cheek   is   so   unfathomably   sweet,   it   warms   cecily's   heart   of   unshakeable   stone   —   cheeks   turning   to   apples   with   her   widening   smile.   fingers   gently   trace   kira's   sides   as   the   other   woman   signs,   only   withdrawing   once   she's   placed   a   kiss   upon   her   forehead.   she   goes   back   to   slicing   peppers,   happy   to   have   kira's   presence   in   the   kitchen.   ❛ ❛   i   would   be   comfortable anywhere   with   you, ❜ ❜ she   tosses   author   a   sly   smile,   eyes   glinting   with   ardor.     ❛ ❛   &.   with   much   less. ❜ ❜ she   ceases   slicing   for   a   moment,   seeming   to   ponder   which   task   she   can   pass   on   to   kira.   ❛ ❛   hmm   ... ❜ ❜ «   go ahead   &.   add   two   tablespoons   of paprika   &.   four   tablespoons of   tomato   paste   to   the   onions, &. stir for a bit,   »   she   takes   the   diced peppers   &.   throws   them   in   the pot.

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@ + westsgem

i really like the way aurora writes and the way her graphics look ! they've always been really pretty in my opinion. aurora is also pretty fun to talk to when i get the chance to do so. besides, her oc's i always find very interesting like her asoiaf/hotd one.

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༘⋆｡ hard conversations starters

for those hard conversations you have to have sometimes. romantic, platonic, familial, & a few others!

i  don't  know  how  to  say  this  without  hurting  you.

you've  been  so  different  lately...

i've  been  trying  to  say  this  for  a  while  now.

i  know  i  messed  up.  i  just  need  you  to  listen.

did  you  fall  out  of  love  with  me?

you  don't  have  to  forgive  me.

at  what  point  did  you  decide  i  wasn't  worth  the  effort?

why  didn't  you  tell  me?

why  is  love  in  this  family  always  conditional?

please  just  say  something.

i've  spent  my  whole  life  trying  to  be  enough  for  you.

i'm  scared  if  we  talk  about  this,  we're  going  to  fall  apart.

do  you  even  want  to  fix  this  anymore?

you  were  supposed  to  be  the  one  person  who  wouldn't  give  up  on  me!

tell  me  what  to  do.  tell  me  what  you  need.

if  this  is  the  end,  i  want  to  hear  you  say  it.

i'm  scared  you're  only  here  because  it's  easier  to  stay.

i  can't  keep  pretending  nothing  happened.

you  left  me  to  clean  up  the  pieces  of  what  you  broke.

you  act  like  you're  fine  but  i  can  tell  you're  not.

i  can't  keep  holding  this  in  anymore.

it  feels  like  you  don't  need  me  anymore.

was  it  easier  to  ghost  me  than  admit  you  gave  up?

say  it.  say  you  never  loved  me.

when  did  we  stop  being  on  the  same  side?

sometimes  i  wish  i'd  never  met  you.

loving  someone  isn't  supposed  to  feel  like  this.

why  is  it  so  hard  to  talk  to  you  without  feeling  small?

i'm  tired  of  being  the  one  who  holds  it  all  together.

if  you  cared,  you  would've  stayed.

i'm  trying  to  learn  how  to  forgive  you.

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𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓, '𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘' had been said about ellen since she could remember. something was always wrong with her, concerning, despite how she tried to hide it---if it was not her nightmares, her sleep walking, then it were her moods. it was a wonder, something she had heard more than once, that she was not sent away ... to have someone else deal with her when her parents did not want to nor believe a husband like her beloved thomas, or anna, would. it is her whom ellen sits beside now, the sun having set an hour or so & anna's sweet girls play before them. hand reaches over after a moment of silence to take the others within her own. their conjoined hands are brought into ellen's lap where the woman's hand affectionately rubs pad of thumb over her skin. ❛ is there something ... wrong with me , anna ? ❜ comes her abrupt question, frown creasing lips. ❛ do not lie to me, dearest. i do not believe i could stomach it from you ... ❜

[ * @feralrites liked for a starter ! ft ellen hutter ]

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. days when the memories of her human life trickle in like rain outside, days when her sleep is not as peaceful as she'd wish & the memories of the accident cloud her brain for her entire waking hours. when she needed comfort, when she needed closeness of another who she trusted, who she loved. ( it had been the same with her mortal father ... the way she clung to him for assurance, for comfort, for the distinct feeling being kissed on your forehead by your father brings. it was either louis or armand, both of them equally as important as 'father.' ) it's why sybelle comes to louis where he sat on the couch with book in his hand, the penthouse quiet. armand is off somewhere. legs tuck in close to her chest when the woman sits, bent & tucked knees resting upward. for a moment, sybelle is wordless as maroon eyes close & her forehead rests on louis's shoulder. inky black hair falls over her cheek like a curtain, but she wraps an arm 'round louis's middle.

[ * @misledtale liked for a starter ! ft sybelle monroe. ]

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like this for a starter ! * multis specify, specify muse as well.