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happy easter yall <3 hope you all have/had a safe and happy long weekend

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 . ( a collection of lyric - based prompts based on hozier's album . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

i'm holding my world together with a bootstring .

i would do it again if i could hold you for a minute .

my life was a storm since i was born , how could i fear any hurricane ?

heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i .

i miss when we did not need much .

we didn't get it right , but we did our best .

when people say that something is forever , either way it ends .

i have never known a silence like the one fallen here .

there's money to be made , whatever is still to come .

i don't want to be anything like this at all .

there are some things that nobody teaches you .

we can celebrate the good that we've done .

if there was anyone to get through this life with their heart in tact , they didn't do it right .

all i needed was someone .

you only feel it when it's lost .

the awful things we do to make our heads feel quiet .

you may never know your fortune .

so far from home to have a stranger call you 'darling' .

i'm a butchered tongue still singing here above the ground .

if i was a riptide , i wouldn't take you out .

knowing that everything ends won't change our plan .

i feel lighter than i have in so much time .

i don't know how the feeling ended .

i know we want this to go easy by being somebody's fault .

how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me ?

if i said that this was drowning , you'd tell me i'm walking on water .

who wants to live forever , babe ?

old and young are welcome to the meal .

how can something be so much heavier but so much less than what it seems ?

we had nowhere to go and every desire to go there .

if i fall , i only pray , don't fall away from me .

all our weight is just a burden offered to us by the world .

getting through still has a cost .

so much of our life is just carving through the dark .

after this i'm never gonna be the same .

some part of me must have died the first time you called me 'baby' .

are there limits to emptiness ?

i wish i was the sunlight , just sitting on the mississippi .

if you need to , darling , lean your weight onto me .

you can't buy this fineness .

some part of me must have come alive the first time you called me 'baby' .

the future's so bright it's burning .

i would do anything just to run away .

i heard once , it's the comforts that make us feel numb .

darkness always finds you , either way .

i know being reckless and young isn't how the damage gets done .

i haven't felt it since then .

i do not have wings , love , and i never will .

one time we would want for nothing , we knew what our love was worth .

i think i'll take my whiskey neat .

i'd still be surprised i could find you , in any life .

i don't need to know where we begin and end .

my name always hits my ears as such an awful sound .

i'm taking no orders , i'm gonna be nobody's soldier .

living the dream , benzos and gasoline .

i wish i could go along , don't get me wrong .

do you think i'd give up ?

i'm infinitely suffering , but fighting it off like all creation .

if you're drunk on life , babe , that's great .

what good would it be on the far side of things ?

i aim low , i aim true and to the ground is where i go .

i wouldn't sell the world , i would hold on for all its worth .

choose between being a butcher and a pauper .

i feel as useful as dirt .

it's the sound of it that brings me here .

when was the last time ?

i want to fade away with you .

whatever keeps you around , it keeps you around .

funny how true colors shine in darkness and secrecy .

when i was younger , i used to guess if there were limits to emptiness .

you know i'm good on my own .

one bright morning changes all things .

i'm sick to my skin , watching the news again .

how could you think i'd scare so easily ?

now that it's done , there's not one thing i would change .

would all things god allows remain above ground ?

i'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you .

you treat your mouth like it's heaven's gate .

could this be how every day begins ?

i can scarce believe what i'm believing in .

whatever you choose , you lose in the long run .

your reflection can't offer a word to the bliss of not knowing yourself .

the goal i was aiming for was the wrong one .

you're too sweet for me .

your heart , love , has such darkness .

let the sun only shine on me through a falling sky .

i don't wanna choose between being a salesman and a soldier .

how do you sleep so well ?

i wouldn't sell the world for all the gold and sterling .

the street is for the laughter of young women and men .

you can keep a dream in your mind only to find out it's the hope that's killing you .

each time i'm shocked by the light .

july is still coming , just knowing that gets me through .

maybe i have yet to venture out and see the places i dream about .

no closer could i be to god .

what you live in , it finds a way to live in you .

i want to be so far away from sight and mind .

you know the distance made no difference to me .

i thought you were like an angel to me .

i'd move so fast that i'd outpace the dawn .

all my love and terror balanced there between those two eyes .

i'm still glad i met you .

that moment i knew , i had no choice but to love you .

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Smash or pass Romania (for anyone you find fitting)

smash or pass

‘Romania? Hmm…’ Heather’s head tilts, doe eyes turned up in thought, recalling the man she knew to be quiet in meetings – far more reserved than herself. She could see herself filling many silences if they were left to fend for themselves in a room together, but not at all unpleasantly. He seemed like a good listener. Besides, it helped that he was easy on the eyes, and she loved it when men talked in languages she didn’t know; they could degrade her, and she would be so into it. ‘He does… sort of look like he would cry after, no? Like he would need to cuddle? Hm, smash… I mean, there are definitely worse men in the UN to sleep with, and he at least seems like he would know how to treat a woman. I’ve seen him spin pens when he's reading… I’m sure he’s good with his hands.’

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"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

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smash or pass (for heather from akira bc i thought about it once and haven't stopped)

smash or pass

‘Akira? Now that’s interesting…’ There’s a gleam in her eye – something light and playful, only made more apparent by the smile she didn’t bother trying to hide. Clearly, cogs were turning in her mind – an imagination at work in ways that she couldn’t freely voice. She was a lady, after all. ‘Smash. But, he would have to buy me dinner first, and take at least four Adderall before he arrives. I’ll be talking him through it, so it’ll be good if he can keep his mouth shut for once.’

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For anyone you find fitting: smash or Pass...Bavaria/Resi

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‘I don’t know about this one… Doesn’t she seem a bit—emotional?’ Vlatko seems conflicted. On the one hand, he might have considered Resi a friend in another life – one in some distant, hazy past that he didn’t recognise. On the other, she was an undeniably beautiful woman, and he was sure they would have fun, but was that worth the price of whatever would follow? Vlatko wasn’t sure. He scratches thoughtfully at his stubble, his brows knitted with... consternation. ‘I mean… smash… if it was no strings attached. I don’t consider myself the easy to settle down type, so I don’t know if I’d be what she’s looking for, or even what she wants. But, I guess it could be fun.’

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smash or pass: ireland (for vlatko)

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‘Well, she’s not necessarily my type… I tend to lean more towards tall women. Fit, darkhaired women. But, she is a beautiful woman in her own right, and I suppose you should try everything once, right?’ He’s trying to be polite. Politically correct. He isn’t doing too well. In many ways, Vlatko is still learning.

‘She is also very… good. Just looking at her, it is hard to tell if our interests would… align? I mean, I’m sure she would have fun either way, I’ve never had any complaints, but…’ the man sighs, a contemplative look on his face. ‘I haven’t prayed since… 1307...’ ‘Smash. Maybe I could fuck God out of her.'

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OKAY NOW IT'S AIDEN'S TURN smash or pass: Fannar

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‘Him? … He’s pretty—’ Aiden’s words trail, a puckered sort of withheld smile trying to creep onto his face as pink hues settled. He knows that would be all too telling though, and he tries to hold it back; but something about the look just screams that he has thought about this before.

‘I like it when he talks… I feel like I learn something new every time I see him. He just gets this look in his eyes, you know? He’s… so old, but something about him feels like his just still experiencing life for the first time. Like, there’s this wonder in him, and I just wanna watch it all the time—’ Aiden catches himself then, realising he is going wildly off-track. He sighs, his head resting in his hand, finally letting that dreamlike smile win out. ‘I mean, absolutely. Smash. It'd be fun to see how long I could keep him from talking for a change. I just… I don’t know. I feel like I’d be too inexperienced for him or something. Not that I am inexperienced, I just—’ there he goes, letting his insecurity slip. ‘A guy like that has to have options, right? Better choices?’

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 “𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 / 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 (𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒) 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒” + 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘.

Remember to specify from which muse the meme is for if sending to a multi-muse and which of your muses the receiver should address if you are!

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i love having years' worth of rp's in a discord i share w my best friend,, its like hmmm what am i gonna start rereading tonight and pitfall into for three days hmmm

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What is the most gut-wrenching moment your muse(s) faced?

Of all the muses on this blog, the one moment that stands out to talk about the most is when Ryouji died. Hakata and Fukuoka became one greater city, and Ryouji didn't survive the initial union. The news fully altered Makoto’s brain, and he wasn’t the same man after he lost his twin. Ryouji had always been his rock, his other half – the one to speak when Makoto couldn’t find his voice. And one day, that was just gone, and he had to learn to stand on his own – truly on his own.

He went out searching for answers and married, and nearly had a son of his own in that time, but he lost his wife and unborn child too within only a few years after his brother. I think I have posted a timeline about their lives on the blog already, but originally, Ryouji was only a subplot in Makoto’s story. It wasn’t until a year and a half after making Makoto that I let Ryouji come back from the dead because it hurt me too much for them not to have each other. And now, it sort of is like Makoto has a son in his brother – as he’s having to reteach him the world.

fun fact, their tags are a lyric from a Gang of Youths song, you in everything: just your eyes in my reflection and the heavy thing now beating in my chest

honorable mentions, trigger warning under the cut:

Heather: Seven Years War, and she has experienced SA as most women have. Vlatko: WWII - he might be an asshole and a prick, but that was too much for him. Aiden: WWII Japanese Occupation, The Handover and everything after. Timotei: Anything that involved Teodor at any point in time - he was a very worried father. But, especially having to let him go to the Ottoman's at the end of the 15th century. Lilja: Laki

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every time I socialize Im like ok that’s enough for the next 10 days

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*wrinkles nose* shouldnt you be repressing that

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A reminder to be hopeful. Aiden liked that, and it was proven in the smile he wore, eyes turned up to the skies again, too scared to blink in fear of missing even a moment. There weren’t words enough for a beauty like this, and to have the moment shared with someone who’s passion burned just as brightly? Aiden didn’t know what to do with himself. ‘Don’t apologise—’ he said quickly, shaking his head as he turned his eyes to Fannar once more, offering him a small, kind smile. ‘I don’t think enough. At least you can do it for the both of us. Usually I’m more of a talker, but… I don’t know. Something about all this makes me feel like I’m in a library or something. Like I have to be quiet. I know that there’s no one around us for—what? Miles, at least? But I don’t know. Even if there’s mice in this plain, I don’t want to disturb them.’ Aiden drew his knees up to his chest, his arms rested across the tops with his chin propped up. He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he listened to Fannar – even as he swore. It was somehow endearing to hear such a simple break in an explanation that would otherwise be academic in some regard. Aiden had never been much of a listener – not an active one, his mind always too busy to be quiet for someone else – but something in his chest told him that he was going to remember that. He could still so easily remember when he first saw a lava lamp. It was the sixties, and he was high, and he stared at it for what felt like an eternity – he couldn’t tell where he ended and the light begun, like he had melted into the undulating pool of red. Even that experience couldn’t measure up to the real thing.

‘I like this better.’ Aiden finally managed, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth. He rubbed his lips together, dry from the cold, as if it would fight away the incessant need to start talking. He was desperately trying to learn that silence was okay too. ‘Than lava lamps, I mean. They always break. In my experience, anyway. Just… lifeless blobs in a glass case.’ He heaved out a sigh, shifting wet shoes in the snow. ‘Don’t apologise—’ Aiden said again, quicker than the first time and laughing airily himself. ‘I enjoy your talking. It gives me a break for once. Besides, I’m learning something. That’s worth it, isn’t it?’ He turned his eyes to the lights once more, his breath swirling out in light clouds in front of him. 'I think the red is my favourite... but the green is otherworldly.'

"Sometimes it's a good feeling that's important," he smiles, his own fingertips beginning to prickle with cold in spite of his gloves. He shifts so that he can follow suit in tucking his hands in under his arms. "Maybe it's silly, but sometimes, I think the lights are like a reminder to be hopeful. Sometimes you are disappointed, yes, but that's also something important. If you didn't have the disappointing times, the good times wouldn't be so special."

His cheeks warm a little more, and Fannar suddenly laughs a quiet, bashful laugh. Oh. He's talking too much. "Sorry, I— I just think a lot."

Not just. It's a secret he's kept hidden, all the time he's lived: he writes. He's lost track of how many poems he's written on the subject of the northern lights, so they bring up many a thought — but that knowledge, he'll burn his throat on lava before he ever admits it aloud. No, that's just for him... even when he feels the occasional, fleeting pang to tell someone. In all his years, it is his best guarded secret.

"No — it's not," he answers, gratefully drawn from his own head. He untucks one hand so that he can gesture along the shape of one arc. "Little electric... Ah, the fucking English — particles? — From the sun, they come to the Earth. Our magnetic field pushes most of it away, but in the north and the south, the magnetic field is the most weak — which is why we only really get them there. And, so, when they come into Earth, they'll hit, like, oxygen and stuff up there — and when they do, it makes a tiny light. So, really, what it's all just... billions upon billions of little tiny lights, and they all come together. And that's what we see."

He turns his head to look at Aiden, and he smiles. "I was told, it's the same as how neon lamps work. How people were able to just..." He gestures back up to the lights, as if emphasizing their size. "It's so big, here. But then these little lights, they're like... they're kind of like the northern lights, but — eh — controlled, you know? Isn't that the most incredible thing? That such smart people could take these lights, and put them in a jar to make something beautiful that they wanted to make. They're so different, but also... not so different. Isn't that amazing?"

Once again, he catches himself as talking too much, and he once again shrinks into himself. With a bashful laugh: "I-I'm sorry — I'm really talking a lot this evening."

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sometimes i think about the fact that theres a celebrity dating app, Raya, and i wonder if personifications would have one of their own?

the chaos of accidentally swiping right on someone they hate and then matching .

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‘I don’t speak in flatteries, Miss O'Caellaigh, only truths. I don’t have time for the rest of it.’ Vlatko offered his arm to Aileen, waiting for the woman to take it before he guided her towards one of the refreshment tables. He picked up a glass of champagne for himself, and almost irritably found a glass of water from Aileen. He didn’t understand the need to be so reserved at an event like this – at least there weren’t video cameras. He sipped from his own drink with a hum, his eyes panning about the room  - taking in the smiling and laughing faces of so many people he didn’t care to know. He sighed, soon turning his smile Aileen’s way. ‘Ah, but they are for a good cause, no? And the auctioning can be fun.’ An auction was the last thing Vlatko needed to partake in. His study was practically bursting at the seams, and his shelves couldn’t house another three-hundred-year-old pipe. ‘Besides, perhaps you will find some… long lost relic of your past. I once was able to outbid for a broach I recognised. I will save delicate ears the details, but it once belonged to a Lady I… knew.’

The blush adorning her cheeks only intensified at his words. She laughed softly. ❝You flatter me. I'm no more beautiful than any other redhead in existence. Besides, what of my pale skin and freckles? Neither of those things will ever be in style.❞

❝You're right. Maybe I'm just bitter. Not many people cared for dancing with me.❞ She spoke in half-truths. Plenty of men vied for her to dance with, only to quickly learn that the close proximity of a waltz was not her strong suit. ❝Have you seen the way people move these days? There's no grace involved. They just move. It's much more fun.❞

After the song ended, she curtsied and bowed her head to him. Finally, she felt steady on her feet again and she could sigh in relief. Aileen's life wasn't as excited as it used to be. She was no longer forced to be around the stuffy upper class. Yet, events like this still gave her that same feeling of anxiety. It was different but the rules never changed.

❝Oh, no. Just water for me please. I'm avoiding alcohol.❞ She had been trying to stay sober. At events such as these, especially, she didn't need to end up tipsy or drunk off her ass. If all eyes truly were on her, she needed to remain sober. Aileen didn't want to make a fool of herself.

Again.

❝If this is what I missed out on all those years ago, I don't think I missed out on much. I don't think these stuffy events were every really my thing.❞