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meet cute: it's raining and I see your battered bleeding body lying in the mud and I kick it slightly to see if you're dead

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Anton Chekhov, from The Complete Works of Anton Chekhov; "Platonov,"

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Alfred Stevens

Belgian, 1823-1906

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You're such a hopeless romantic, and you love in such an old-school way. I love that about you.

Thanks but for me it's a curse in this generation.

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{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

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Kiki Smith: 'Constellation' at Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art (1996)

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Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo, featured in My Beloved Toto: Letters

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We all got that one vassal who's read a few too many warrior tales... Trying to get a little freaky with it on the down low... Won't shut up about his loyalty unto death... Saying shit like "my liege, I am your blade...." Bitch I sent you to guard my isolated holdings in the eastern provinces for a reason!!!!!!! #REBLOG!!!!!

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It was cold. To that, Gwindor did agree. He slowly slid under the blankets beside Beleg, his silver-blue eyes now dim in the dark of night. He did not wish to intrude, or to mistake Beleg's gesture for anywhere he was not welcome. It was hard to relearn boundaries again, to place himself in others' lives. It helped Gwindor that Beleg was willing to take him in as he was.

He thought of the nights in their long journey to find Túrin, where they had shared a blanket and curled close. He missed that, now and then. Like those times, though, he nestled near to Beleg, grateful for the other man's warmth.

"Sorry," he said quietly, "my hand is freezing, I'll tuck it in." He nestled it close to his own chest.

❝  i like it when you’re here.  so stay.  please?  ❞

Gwindor had risen from the armchair near the hearth in Beleg's room.

He hadn't really spoken, much. It was mostly an offer of presence, of touch if it was wanted, of a comfort that carried for neither of them any judgement. Eventually, though, Gwindor would pull on his dressing robe, and shuffle back to his own room, and he had braced himself to do just that, once again. Sleep had clouded his eyes, and tangled his white curls.

Yet he heard those words and felt his heart soften. Rest came unsteadily and sparingly to them both, and to stay?

"Alright."

Gwindor took off the grey-blue robe, setting it back onto the back of the chair, then sat on the side of the bed, resting his jaw in his right hand thoughtfully, trying to decide how permitted it was for him to slip beneath the blankets beside Beleg.

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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have you guys heard of unconditional love it’s the song of the summer. and the fall. and the winter and the spring

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sender kisses receiver to initiate something further. 👀

It was just strength training. He always said that, sparring with Beleg.

Sweating, his legs jelly, and his armor half thrown off, Gwindor sat on the bench in the low training grounds of Nargothrond's guards, buried beneath its palaces. He took a long, slow sip of water, and patted Beleg's shoulder firmly. He was unbearably handsome like this-- his dark hair slicked with sweat, his jaw tense with exertion.

When Beleg leaned over and pressed his lips to Gwindor, yes, it was surprising; they were alone. But it was welcome, and Gwindor could taste the salt of his skin, feel the intensity of him, and laughed into the kiss. "Here?" he asked, though Gwindor had ensured no other exercises were scheduled here that afternoon.

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To Gwindor's eyes, Faelivrin had seemed more and more by the day like a wave wishing, in its froth and foam, to crash upon his shores. He only wished to catch her properly when she broke upon him, and as she spoke then of almost, he felt the hollow sorrow of what they had endured once again stir in his chest, yet longing too had mingled with it, a sighing hunger.

He wanted nothing more than he wanted her. Ceremony, patience, tradition had come between them. They tried not to marry in a war, in the midst of conflict, her father had muttered something about that with his brother and an Edain woman. Gwindor had heeded him. But now, what war could there be for him? Who would fight them over one cottage and an orange tree?

His one hand cradled her hip; his palm and fingers had ceased to be truly frail with time, and were now only thin, and delicate, still long, once strong, but no longer harshly damaged. Softness had begun to take in his flesh again, even if he was not well. Gwindor could not deny wanting her. He felt it, of course, the heat and longing he had felt since they'd first begun a tryst kissing in the gardens. He wanted her. It was like a fever, the rest of the world growing narrow when such warmth took him.

Marriage?

"Now?" he asked quietly. He craned his neck to kiss one of the silver tears upon her cheek. "Earnestly?"

Would that she had come to wed him sooner. He knew what he was, compared to her loveliness, and her beauty, and that he had been changed in ways that might leave one wanting. He had nearly forgotten such insecurities, and now, once again, he felt them.

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Finduilas' eyes peered up at him, through lashes and intent on seeing every look upon his face. All the while she kissed, and traced her tongue along the scars, light and loving, and nipped in places unmarked for fear of hurting him. He was not what he was, but if anything it made her gentler, unwilling to hurt him any further than the world had already done. She wanted to soothe his hurts, write over the lines of agony, make something new.

So up she moved, sliding the blanket as she went, kissing and licking, mouthing those marks with the same affection and eagerness as she did his mouth. It was her way to show how she accepted him, scars and all. At least she hoped it did.

She accepted him in every way, no matter how he'd changed. She wanted him--- she'd always been nigh feral for him, somehow it had gotten worse with time, with his distance, with how much he felt both hers and not. His voice still made her heart sing, his eyes made her melt, his touch both comforted her and made her thighs clench.

And marriage? Oh... oh... her heart leapt and crashed all at once.

"Then marry me, Gwin. Marry me." She said, crawling over him. "I don't need a wedding, I never did. I would have married you in Eru's sight in the gardens of Nargothrond, beneath the trees. I'll marry you now with only him as witness, I've waited years, I---" blue eyes swam with emotion, with tears, her voice cracked with begging as her expression turned to longing. "Marry me, marry me, make me your wife. We can have a ceremony later, but don't ask me to wait another year we may not have. I do not want to lose you again, what if I do? It will only ever be an almost. Almost mine. Almost yours. Like it's always been. I would have married you before you went away, I tried to in my foolish immaturity but your brother always stopped it. Maybe if we'd been wed Túrin never could have come between us. Don't let another come, please Gwin."

The tears fell now, and she waited, hovering over him on trembling arms, bottom lip drawn between her teeth to hold back any more begging.

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What if I slept in your arms every single night for the rest of our lives what ifff, huh?

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every sinday without fail gwindor is getting laid. i get it. you guys are into frail men with good hearts

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GLIMPSES OF THE PAST: a headcanon / prompt collection because sometimes it's not enough to write about your muse's past and how it affects them, you just gotta write a little scene. these prompts are designed to be a little writing prompt related to your character's past, essentially!

send FORGED for a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run

send REMINDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they encountered something that reminded them of a difficult experience / trauma

send CONFESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they revealed a secret about themselves to someone

send TRICKED for a scene from my muse's past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone

send IMPRESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they tried to impress someone, successfully or not

send ACHIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they completed / achieved something they were proud of

send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

send DIFFERENT for a scene from my muse's past that they feel changed their outlook / personality / etc, for the better or worse

send CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about

send SCOLDED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not

send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with

send SOBBED for a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down in tears

send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively

send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

send INJURED for a scene from my muse's past in which they sustained a significant injury

send AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat

send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them

send CAUGHT for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't

send BLUSHED for a scene from my muse's past in which they received a compliment that really got to them

send VICIOUS for a scene from my muse's past in which someone said something cruel that really got to them

send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone

send PINNED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were stuck somewhere, literally or figuratively

send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something

send MORTAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them