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Vanessa Ives black corsage & underskirt in Penny Dreadful 3x01

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Adèle Romany (1769-1846), Portrait of a lady at the piano detail

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An embroidered lace bridal gown, circa 1905-1910.

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POPULAR TROPES AND CLICHÉ QUOTES

Assorted ASKBOX PROMPTS reminiscent of beloved TROPES seen in literature, on screen, and on stage.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed

SPECIFY muse for multimuses

❛ So you’re the girl that I’ve heard so much about. ❜

❛ I’ve heard so much about you. ❜

❛ I could corrupt you. It would be easy. ❜

❛ Not every puzzle is yours to solve. ❜

❛ The truth is stranger than my worst dreams. ❜

❛ You will become everything you hate. ❜

❛ Wait. Did you hear something? ❜

❛ I have a feeling this has something to do with you. ❜

❛ This isn’t a dream, then. ❜

❛ All will be well. I am sure of it. ❜

❛ We’re in this together. ❜

❛ You were born to make history. ❜

❛ We make a really good team. ❜

❛ What I did, I did for us. ❜

❛ You’re not safe here. ❜

❛ I’m the happiest I’ve ever been because of you. ❜

❛ You’re my fate. Always my fate. ❜

❛ There’s a storm coming. ❜

❛ We’re not so different, you and I. ❜

❛ Hello? Is anybody here? ❜

❛ You don’t even know my real name. ❜

❛ To the ends of the earth, would you follow me? ❜

❛ Who are you, little girl? ❜

❛ I like you more than I planned. ❜

❛ I wish I could protect you from everything. ❜

❛ I shouldn’t be jealous; you aren’t even mine. ❜

❛ You won’t leave me, will you? ❜

❛ You know you should not have survived that, right? ❜

❛ Whatever you do, you’ll always be my brother. ❜

❛ The light … it’s calling to you. Just let it in. ❜

❛ If it means something to you, fight for it. ❜

❛ Can you remember who you were before? ❜

❛ The reports of my death were greatly exaggerated. ❜

❛ Never again will I let someone in. ❜

❛ I see something in you that I can’t explain. ❜

❛ There are traditions and expectations that you must uphold. ❜

❛ I won’t risk our enemies getting their hands on you. ❜

❛ A knife? Are you flirting with me? ❜

❛ Let me be your protector. ❜

❛ I am more than just a copy of you. ❜

❛ Everything’s about to change. ❜

❛ I don’t want to hurt you. ❜

❛ You have no idea who I am, do you? ❜

❛ You’ll never get away with this! ❜

❛ I’m not who I was before. ❜

❛ We’re gonna be legends someday. ❜

❛ Straighten up, little soldier. ❜

❛ You and I are going to change the world. ❜

❛ I did this all for you. ❜

❛ If you wish to see strange things, then I have the power to show them to you. ❜

❛ What’s it like to be a prophet? ❜

❛ You are not your father. ❜

❛ Are you flirting, or starting a fight? ❜

❛ I’m not the person that my parents wanted me to be. ❜

❛ I need to be touched. ❜

❛ This is where you belong. ❜

❛ I want a life full of incredible adventures. ❜

❛ Let’s cause a little trouble. ❜

❛ Relax; it’s just magic. ❜

❛ I want to go home. ❜

❛ My heart belongs to you. ❜

❛ We are connected in a way that I can’t explain. ❜

❛ I am just as strange as you. ❜

❛ Feel like making a deal with the devil? ❜

❛ You were dead. Yet here you are. ❜

❛ I have loved you since we were children. ❜

❛ I will always find you. I promise. ❜

❛ I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind. ❜

❛ It’s you. It’s always been you. ❜

❛ You should be terrified of me. ❜

❛ I always get what I want. ❜

❛ Why are you the way you are? ❜

❛ You and I are so alike. ❜

❛ I could tear you apart if I wanted. ❜

❛ We make a really good team. ❜

❛ I will always be proud of you, my love. ❜

❛ Aren’t you a deadly little thing? ❜

❛ You were born to lead. ❜

❛ I have existed a long, long time. ❜

❛ Give me one good reason why I should wear this dress. ❜

❛ None of your scars can make me love you less. ❜

❛ Your friendship means the world to me. ❜

❛ Without you, I don’t exist. ❜

❛ For you, I’d leave it all behind. ❜

❛ You say witch like it’s a bad thing. ❜

❛ Maybe we can fix each other. ❜

❛ I’m afraid of what I’ve become. ❜

❛ Get the hell out of my head. ❜

❛ Do not tell me what I can and cannot do. ❜

❛ I do not need to be saved. ❜

❛ I want answers, goddamnit! ❜

❛ I don’t need a name. ❜

❛ Your existence gives me a headache. ❜

❛ Is there anything I can do for you? ❜

❛ This isn’t going to be like last time. ❜

❛ You took everything from me. ❜

❛ I just want to live my own life. ❜

❛ I have nowhere else to go. ❜

❛ You’re my best friend. I can’t lose you. ❜

❛ The most dangerous thing is to love. ❜

❛ I’m doing this for my family. ❜

❛ You have information that we need. Valuable information. ❜

❛ I lost everyone; I can’t lose you too! ❜

❛ You cannot destroy me. ❜

❛ It is my duty to protect you. ❜

❛ It’s only illegal if we get caught. ❜

❛ I have a weakness for you. ❜

❛ I will follow you into the dark. ❜

❛ Maybe I’m not the person everyone thinks I am. ❜

❛ Pretty armour doesn’t make a warrior. ❜

❛ We could get arrested for this. ❜

❛ You’re too good for this world. ❜

❛ I’ve been waiting a long time for you. ❜

❛ You must be mad, coming here like this. ❜

❛ We’re two halves of a whole idiot. ❜

❛ We were never welcome here. ❜

❛ Where you go, I go. ❜

❛ My brother never came back. ❜

❛ Be on your guard. ❜

❛ The light will always win over darkness. ❜

❛ Blaming is often easier than understanding. ❜

❛ I think that you will change the world some day. ❜

❛ Look at what you’ve done. ❜

❛ Your mind is playing tricks on you. ❜

❛ How can someone so evil be so kind? ❜

❛ You were nothing before you met me. ❜

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The clash of steel against metal has yet to make the handmaiden pause, though she does slow in her approach, grateful for the veils' obfuscation. It's easy to keep the lower half of her face passably neutral with the hint of warmth required of her station, after doing so for long enough at least. In the face of her surprise, and his as well, she keeps her posture perfect, her hands lightly curled together, pressed against her stomach as they should when not using them. A bow follows, in the wake of his attention, a brief but sincere nod to the large wolven companion to follow. "My apologies sire, I did not mean to intrude." Nothing about startling him, for no one needed to hear that aloud.

A faint, genuine, smile tugs at the edge of her lips. "My lady heard you had returned, yet not a maid had been by. May I tend to you, and your companion, my Lord?" The healing powers of the Princess of Sunlight were entrusted to her handmaidens, and even the hands of a half-deity were allowed to cast them through the Princess's vast grace. Even if he did not need healing, the sunlight was warm and calming, if that would suit his needs instead.

She turns to the great wolf at his side, offering her hand to see if she would be allowed even a step closer by both lord and beast. "If that would preferable to you, sire." While it was within the realm of her duties to offer her aid to the knights, she would not stay longer than allowed, nor would she push if she were to be turned away. Both remained out of her station to even think of doing.

Returning home had felt different this time. It had him... on edge. Perhaps it was the pitch in his blood, calling to him, singing an accursed melody. Anxiously he sat, tending to his sword, wiping away at a stain only he could see. Dark blue eyes straining against the light. It's when Sif reacts to an approaching figure that he jolts upright, sword clanking against the marble floor.

The noise of the marble being scraped jolts him out of his straining reverie, eyes going wide as he witnesses the damage he had unintentionally done. Whispering a quick curse as he deflates. Finally turning his attention back to the handmaiden as he raises his cowl back over his head.

❝Yes, my lady?❞

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© Albert Watson

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The cold marble of the spectral temple barely a sensation as she stares into the pool before her, clear and still, an amplifier of her visions. And now, a mirror in the physical realm, the one where her brother resides (the reminder a knife twisting just below her sternum). Her focus is a needlepoint, knife-edged as her brother comes into view through the still waters - her hand a hairs breath above it, careful to avoid breaking the stillness, the illusion that she could truly run her fingers through his hair as she once did. Connected through poison, she wonders silently if he can feel her so close, offering a fraction of comfort (selfishly) that might ease the effects of this ritual. If she'd had time, perhaps she could have found a way, a different focal point, one that didn't require such a sacrifice from her other half. Perhaps her attempt at comfort was a cruelty, but one she could not stop from reaching for him nonetheless.

A thousand words rest on the tip of her tongue, as always. 'I miss you', sits alongside 'How are you?', yet in the back of her throat, 'I'm sorry,' weighs the heaviest of them all. Is there any point in apologizing for an act that must be done, again and again, until their duty has been fulfilled? Instead, she sends him as much solace and comfort as she can, focusing on the light of the moon beside him as she takes shape, an apparition of blue starlight, always hovering a few inches off the ground, her hands as close to resting on his cheeks with the vast distance between them.

His armory shimmers faintly, immaterial until the moment they are needed, a gift, her way of keeping him safe even as he fights, a dangerous path, one she can only hope to safeguard. Her tongue is heavy as she settles on a soft, "Aphelios, I am with you." For a moment, the stone beneath doesn't echo with the silence of stars, but the softness of the water moving so slightly in the pool by her brothers side. "The moon shines brighter tonight, for you, Phel. You have done well, and the shadows are safer tonight for it."

Her foresight is stronger within the temple, visions clearer through her brothers sacrifice, and yet she still can not see all, can not guarantee that her brother can rest this night. And yet... "You can rest awhile longer. If there is danger before you, I will warn you. I promise." There would be danger, it was a risk she always saw, but for the moment, the light of the moon offered a moment of peace, where they could simply be, as twins, as they once were before the Solari attack. "I have found things left by our predecessors, including musical instruments. When next we are together, I hope to have learned how to play at least one of them."

It was a ritual. One he undertook with utmost care. Reaching beneath the pool of water to carefully pluck one of the noctum flowers. Hands that were ordinarily bloodstained were gentle, softly caressing the petals before setting it in the ceremonial bowl. His every movement measured as he draws out the essence, stopping for a moment to say a silent prayer before raising the bowl to his lips.

The pain agonizing but oh so familiar. How it stung, felt like a thousand knives stabbing him, until it became nothing. Nothing, just numbness... And then her. A soothing familiarity, the only friend he had ever had, his sister.

❛Alune...❜

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New OCs~~ (4 of the 7, minor spoilers for Shadow of the Erdtree)

Phe - a bodyguard for a Leyndell noble who, after becoming Tarnished and chased off by their once employer, joined the church of Marika as a confessor. After all, what better to take revenge on those who scorned you when you have all their secrets. After their revenge was completed, they drifted like wind through the capital, picking off targets as they so chose, before eventually disappearing from even those employers.

Melle - A Redmane Knight who joined Radahn's forces before the Shattering, seeking valor for their own name, as well as for their liege lord. After the Shattering occured, they followed Radahn through his many battles until they could no longer. As he fell further into his mind, Melle stayed with the Redmanes', all devoted to their Lord, while wishing to end his misery. Thusly, when the tournament occured, Melle lended their sword to the fight.

Estrith, Dancer of Teeth - a Hornsent Dancer in the Lands Between, Estrith was once a temple dancer who accompanied the Dancing Lion during ceremonies and celebrations. With the invasion of Messmer's flame knights they turned their dancing to the deadlier side of the trade, now stalking knights and tarnished alike through shadows to give them all swift and beautiful deaths.

Astri - One of Melania's cleanrot knights and a survivor of the battle of Caelid, though not without her own rot spreading more aggressively, Astri was not able to regroup with other surviving Cleanrot Knights. Though they received word of Melania's return to the Haligtree, she decided against returning, and instead turned her attention towards Miquella, hoping that the kindly young Lord would be able to ease Malenia's condition. Urged by her duty to her lord, Astri traveled to the lands of shadow in the hopes of finding Miquella.

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Fuck it

Making more Elden Ring OCs & turning this blog truly into a multi muse blog because Kayden walked herself into the Naughty OC Jail corner of my brain and hasn't come out for like 2 years (this bitch)

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  ❝𝚈𝚘𝚞  𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚐𝚘  𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 .❞ —18+ Indie Elden Ring verse for Oc|RP SIDE BLOG; I follow from Derjaegermond || Sporadic activity || Private || Selective || Cross-over friendly || Witch Knight Helena || Exploring elements present in game, my own HCS, and some lore from my own work || Est; 4/7/22 || Written by; Cat  || Please feel free to like or reblog if interested!

—A loving exploration of various themes and ideas-- the sacred and the profane ; necromancy ; the weight of grief ; death as rebirth ; hubris and its cost ; bringing back that which should never be returned ; to be as deified anathema ; to be as an unmeant God in a land that is not your own ; the monstrous feminine ; madness twisted into lucidity ; knighthood and the loss of honor ; death as the maiden and the witch ; cutting the threads of fate and challenging the forces that be. Lastly... To be beloved by something you cannot see, cannot touch, and can never truly know.

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i’ve got desire between my teeth

beau taplin \ nichole rae klein it hurts and i’m lonely \ richard siken dirty valentine \ haruki murakami norwegian wood (via @strykerlancer​) \ via @priveparticulier​ \ david bottoms slow nights on the bass boat

buy me a chai latte

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A change to Kayden's ER verse -

Since I realized that, in all of her other Soulsborne related verses, she is generally always with dealing some sort of illness, not only is she torn between Nokstella & the Gods of the Golden Order, but she has also been, slowly, poisoned by the Scarlet Rot from the river within underground, and it is starting to affect her spine and neck especially.

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Muse Addition: Phe

Once a bodyguard for lords and ladies of the sunlight - sunless - realm; they grew up within a poor family, and in order to have fewer mouths to feed, were kicked out by their once parents to fend for their life on their own. Clawing and grasping for food, and often getting into fights to keep what scraps they could, they learned through harsh lessons, bruises and cuts across their body, and the scorn that came from living on the streets, how to move their body within a fight. Turning such skills into a living came with a cost, but nothing they thought outweighed the benefit of receiving food and shelter, not even the degradation or the eventual loss of their voice, of their belief they had a voice.

Their death is a mystery to themself, save for the memory and phantom ache of burning pain in their chest and left arm. When they awoke after the initial moment of this pain, they were in a pile of corpses, the sound of the gravedigger humming accompanied their desperate escape, nimble hands stealing what they could as they slipped into the night.

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A Renovated Tag Drop; because I’m adding a Witcher Verse and also Tumblr forgot my tags

Part 1; Backstory Tags

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Renovated Tag Drop Part 2

Thread Tags

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Tag Drop Part 3

Kayden-Centric & OOC

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Me, just sitting here still tryna get back to rping on Tumblr and yet, already thinking of making Lords of the Fallen verses for Kayden, Phe, and Bua when it comes out