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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 : 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

carmilla． giant featherbeds． tightening a corset． moonlit walks． killing for love． cruelty for the sake of love． love is always selfish． romantic tragedy． love to the brink of destruction． nighttime rendezvous． bloody kisses on soft skin． death was the maiden． a very strange agony． claimed by the supernatural． dreaming about your lover． sympathy for the devil． loving me to death． candlesticks lighting up the palm of your hand． a passion that wearies you． killing the one you love．

phantom of the opera． a single red rose laid out to be found． sensual voices singing them to sleep． a familiar shadow attending every recital． love waits on the rooftop in the night． two soulmates holding hands． walking down long corridors． retrieving something lost． devoting one’s craft to them． making them your muse． the horror was for love． painted faces on parade． gentle touches in the dark． revealing your darkest secrets． beauty and the beast． writing messages on the mirror． kindness conquers all． letting your lover go． love never dies．

jane eyre． loving the escape． an impassioned affair． being consumed by love． meeting your soulmate． lace and silk． thirsting for the perfect romance． marrying for passion． losing yourself in the face of your lover． wedding veils and bouquets of pink roses． maddened by love． finding warmth in the cold． calling out for your love． starting at the bottom． the fire cleanses all． hiding your passion． your love will destroy me / my love will destroy you．

the picture of dorian gray． painting a portrait or sketching the face of someone you love． meeting in secret． visions of your lover dying． clutching a lover’s clothes to your chest． love so consuming you kill them． protecting their innocence at all costs． betrayal． polyamory． devotion． flowers for the one you love． remembering the name of your first love． jealousy when you see them with someone else． love so consuming you die for it． visiting the the place where you saw them the first time．

the count of monte cristo． letters to your lover． marrying for love． these bars can’t keep me from you． motivated by love． an avenging angel． scorching jealousy． love reborn． devoted to memory． it was all for you． going your separate ways． commit murder for me． an unstoppable hunger． death comes for us all． the strongest love eventually grows apart．

dracula． the holiest love． girls love wolves． the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb． violence is passion． red lips, sharp teeth． love letters in a diary． unrelenting support． getting lost in the woods． coming home to you． walking backwards into hell． vengeance for my love． even death won’t stop me． we can live forever． love is an open wound． too much love to give． bestowing your favour． a never-ending thirst． beauty even in death． ravenous desire． if only death had a heart to give． a mercy killing． these violent delights have violent ends．

frankenstein． childhood friends to lovers． they were something out of a dream． arranged marriages． learning to love． was it all really worth it? our guilt can know no bounds． vengeance, my love． dismembered body parts． my beating heart in your open palm． your death destroys me． adam and eve． crossing the mountains． an antagonist in mourning． paradise lost． the loss of innocence． abandoning your dream． the tempest on the horizon． humans are the real monsters． my love is wiser than my hate．

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❰❰ HURT + DYING + PANIC ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver and while dying in the receiver's arms, the sender goes into a panic and must be comforted !!

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“NO!!!” Hawk launches himself towards the mage, his scream of rage tearing his throat, searing his beak. He shifts himself back to his human form to catch the sinking form, scooping the figure into his arms. Blond hair tickles his shoulder as he takes a step back, then another, before he turns and flaps off the ground.

He doesn’t get far. He’s brought down by the threat of arrows, he cannot fall with them in his arms (they won’t survive hitting the ground like that). He crouches behind what cover he can find, wraps his wings around them. 

He finally gets a good look at their face. It’s twisted in pain, fear, other things he’d rather not name. 

“Kid. Kid-! Look at me,” he doesn’t mean to sound as scared as he does. He brushes their hair away from their eyes. “Don’t look at that.” He shifts them so it’s harder for them to see the wound in their stomach. “Look at me.” He presses his forehead to theirs. “You’re going to be fine. I promise.” He grits his teeth against the promise. “I know they’re looking for us. They’ll find us. They’ll find us and you’ll be fine…” He can’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks, gently falling on their face. 

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An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

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prompt 3. party all night

With the conclusion of the White Heron Cup, this year’s Ethereal Ball is starting to wind down. Most students stay in the ballroom, determined to squeeze more dancing and socializing into this evening. Some, exhausted by the night’s festivities, head off to their dorm rooms for a well-deserved night of sleep.

But the night is still young! And yet more students are eager to party for as long as they can, especially after weeks of hearing that certain intrepid merchants would be selling hot street food long into the night. Wandering into the town square, you find it bright and filled with festivities: warm food, hard drinks, and small houses rented for private parties among friends.

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Warm up with some food…

[ Mulled wine ] - Warm red wine spiced to perfection, ideal for staving off winter’s chill.

[ Spaghetti and meatball ] - On top of a bed of spaghetti is a singular, normal-sized meatball. The chef was hoping that couples would insist that the other take the meatball, but more often than not they fight over it instead…

[ Chocolate fountain ] - A seemingly endless fountain of chocolate, accompanied by plenty of biscuits, cakes, and cookies to dip in.

[ “Pegasus Cheese” ] - Zofia’s most famed and exotic export (allegedly). A delicate yet firm cheese with a savory, salty, and buttery flavor that pairs well with fruit. It’s good, but perhaps not worth the price tag…

[ H-True-O Water ] - Originating from an artesian aquifer from the frigid lands of Albinea, this bottled water is boasted to be the finest in the world. With all that marketing thrown at you, you can really taste the difference!

[ Forestberry Jamwich ] - A new invention that is still unknown in Fódlan, this sandwich combines sweet jam made from Fódlan’s summer berries with a savory paste made from ground Dagdan peanuts.

[ Romanesco Smoothie ] - A sweet milkshake with a pretty green color. The whipped cream and fruity taste masks the fact that half of this was made with broccoli and other vegetables. Good for sweet tooths who refuse to eat their greens.

[ Dona Dona Fried Set ] - A full-blown meal all on its own, featuring juicy fried chicken, deep-fried cheese with tomato sauce, and a basket of fried potato slices. Every bite you take tastes so good, but feels so bad.

[ Street Crepe ] - A novel take on an old classic, these handheld, stuffed crepes come in varieties both savoury and sweet. A light and fluffy treat to cap off the evening.

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[ Whoops ] - While they dance, the sender trips over the receiver.

"Whoah- hey, careful kid!" She stumbles over his foot, nearly taking the both of them down. He snaps his wings out, taking another step and pulling against the momentum to keep them from falling. "Are you alright?" He stands a moment among the crowd, letting her find her footing again. "Do you want to keep going? Or do you want to take a minute?"

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And feel free to make music requests for the band!

"If you will Janaff, perhaps we can trade a few dances from our homeland?"

"Hey, Prince Kurth!" Janaff gives him a nod as he approaches. "I'll do my best to teach you some dances, if you'd like. They're pretty quick though, so do your best to keep up!" He smiles, adding "I don't think I've ever seen a formal dragon laguz event, so I've got no idea what to expect. I'm excited to learn from you." He extends a hand. "Am I leading or are you?"

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prompt 2. groovin’ & movin’

After some time mingling with friends and discovering the new photo-artifexes, the students find their rhythm and eagerly wait for the music to start. The school’s orchestra briefly fills the room with a melodic cacophony of string instruments, deep clarinets and high flutes practicing important sections. Then, silence, before beginning the first of many pieces of the night.

The tune may be unfamiliar to most of you, even to the Fódlan students. Those from Archanea, however, may recognize the familiar melody of a timeless minuet from their continent. With the Officers Academy welcoming in students from all over the world, they have expanded their musical repertoire to include familiar dances for their international students to enjoy!

All prompts are under the cut!

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[ Tinted Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with dark lenses and colorful frames. A little silly-looking.

Reyson pushes a pair of glasses onto Janaff's face with a smirk. "Who knew it could be so easy to blind our King's Eyes?" He laughs, donning his own set as well. The frames are a bit too large, nearly falling down the bridge of his nose. "Should we send a photo back home? I'm sure it'd put a smile on Tibarn's face."

"Hey- rude!"

Janaff blinks behind the dark lenses, slightly unnerved by how well they block out the ballroom. Instead of showing that, he plays up outrage, squawking as he reaches out to place a hand on the heron’s shoulder. 

“Let’s do that! Maybe he’d even write us back,” he adds with a laugh. He pushes the glasses back up on his face, presses himself against Reyson, and tries to look cool. 

SNAP! 

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[ 1180 Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with unique frames formed in the shape of the year “1180”.

"Might as well make use of these silly beorc inventions, huh?"

"I think they make me look quite intimidating, in fact," Janaff jokes as he puts on a pair. "I think they're better than some of the other options on the table."

With a slight shudder, he recalls the cat-ear headband and his brush with them.

He gets close to Ike (though he has to stand on his tiptoes to be level with him), and tries to look as tough as he can manage.

SNAP!

"Thanks for the picture Ike! If you're looking for stamps, I wish you luck."

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[ Laugh ] - Laughing makes for a natural smile, and so the sender tries to make the receiver laugh for the photo. (POV: you are hearing dad jokes)

He gently lays a wing across Petra's shoulders as she gets close for the picture, tilts his head with a smile-

-and giggles.

The joke was awful, for sure. Just his sense of humor, in fact. He can't fight the giggle for long, and leans forward, his laugh more like the shriek of a bird.

"Oh, that's a good one-"

SNAP!

He brushes at his eyes, trying to reign in the laughter. "You got me good, kid. I'm adding that one to my library."

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[ Spell ] - The sender and the receiver put their hands up in the air, posing in a way that spells out a word.

"That's an idea! What should we try to spell?"

Janaff taps his lips, scrambling for something to spell. His eyes catch the funny glasses on the table, and his wings flutter with the idea.

"Let's do the year! One-one-eight-zero! We can use two hands for the eight, and a blank space for the zero." Not his best idea, but an idea nonetheless. The two press together, Janaff arching his wings above Constance to let her get close, then...

SNAP!

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[ lift ] - for the photo, the sender boldly lifts the receiver up in their arms. whether or not they can hold them long enough for the photo may be another story…

ophelia's quick with the action, easily closing her arms around janaff and— with ease— lifting him up for the picture. she laughs, looking up at him with a teasing grin; all in light hearted fun! he's too easy to pick up!

The offer was quick, easy. Ophelia's a natural at improv, he knew this, but he admires how quickly they become comfortable in front of the box. He looks through the props on the table, jokingly holding up a cat-ear headband for a moment.

He puts it down quickly when he realizes Ophelia will absolutely make him wear the cat ears.

"Alright, kid. Do you have a-"

She wraps her arms around his waist, easily lifts him into the air. He in turn places his hands on her shoulders, a soft chuckle breaking into a full, cawing laugh. He flares his wings a touch to help with balance, and-

SNAP!

He shakes himself off when he's on the ground, gives her a quick hug afterwards.

"That was good, kid, I can't wait-"

SNAP!

Janaff pauses, glances over at the projectionist.

"The hug was sweet too," she laughs. "It's not staged. I love it." She hands the two of them the pictures, and Janaff for once thought he looked purely happy.

“Oh, we can stamp each other, right?” Janaff pulls out his symbol ring. 

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"Um." He was the person Bernie had been assigned to go to the ball with, right? Bernadetta fidgeted awkwardly with her oversized glasses. "W-we should, um, get a picture right? Since we got paired together?" That was what people were supposed to do at the ball, right? Or at least one of the things, she thinks.

Janaff tilted his head to listen to the soft-spoken student.

"Yeah, we can get a picture, if you'd be alright with that." He offered his arm with a smile to lead her to the strange boxes. He hesitated, however, seeing her falter. 

“We don’t have to. Would you rather get out of here? There are a lot of people in here.” He glanced over the growing crowd, and the line to try the picture boxes. “We can wait for the line to die down.” Keen eyes scanned the doorway. Bernadetta reminded him too much of a lifelong friend for him to miss her skittish body language. 

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The ring, Janaff quickly decides, is not his style. It’s too heavy, and he’s a bit ashamed to admit it keeps sliding off his hand, so instead he tucks it into the pocket of his jacket. 

They’d asked him for a first and last name. Janaff only had one to give them. They’d insisted they couldn’t just put a J on it, it had to be unique, there had to be some way to refer to him... 

He’d asked if it could just be where he was from. They’d refused that too, unless it was a title... He’d cursed them up and down before hitting on a better idea. 

“Can you make it a symbol instead?” 

They’d looked confused, but said they’d do their best. He’d sketched a simple hawk silhouette on the paper in front of him.

“Can you do that?” 

The card in his pocket was empty, but the top corner was proudly stamped, in brilliant red, with a small hawk flying off into the sky, to mark who kept it. 

{Janaff has arrived!}

Janaff’s ball outfit

Engagements below the cut! 

- Ophelia {link} 

- Rafiel {link} 

- Byleth {link}

- Ethlyn {link}

- Lachesis {link} 

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prompt 1. “foe-toes”

In prior years, you had to rely on your own memories to recall the events of each ball (however well that went considering, well, the overarching situation…). Tonight, the Projectionist is determined to make that a thing of the past. In her pursuit to bring light magic to its true potential, she has developed a new invention: the photo-artifex! Magic and lenses work together to imprint light onto paper, creating a lasting black-and-white image of whatever it sees.

The machines themselves are less than portable, but there are several to take advantage of tonight. Most are set up in what she calls a “theater” kind of environment: one photo-artifex pointed at a background, with a table of props set up nearby for people to use in their “photos”. The wide space allows for multiple people to be in the photo at the same time, perfect for groups! For couples, however, the Projectionist insists that you try her “artifex-box”, a booth that fits only two people but allows each patron to take home a string of multiple photos.

Take a picture! Strike a pose!

[ Back hug ] - For the photo, the sender embraces the receiver from behind.

[ Bunny ears ] - The sender sneakily puts up two fingers behind the receiver’s head, making them look like they have bunny ears.

[ Cheek ] - The sender kisses the receiver on the cheek for a cute photo.

[ Dance ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver pose in a way that suggests they are in the middle of a dance.

[ Glamour ] - The sender struts their stuff, posing their body in… “interesting”, angular ways that show off their outfit.

[ Jump ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver try to time their jump so that the photo-artifex captures them in mid-air. Might take a few tries…

[ Laugh ] - Laughing makes for a natural smile, and so the sender tries to make the receiver laugh for the photo.

[ Lift ] - For the photo, the sender boldly lifts the receiver up in their arms. Whether or not they can hold them long enough for the photo may be another story…

[ Muscle ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver pull back their sleeves to show off their rippling biceps.

[ Secret ] - The sender leans in close to the receiver and hides their lips from the photo-artifex, suggesting a kiss between the two. Whether or not the sender actually does…

[ Smooch ] - The sender kisses the receiver on the lips for a romantic photo.

[ Spell ] - The sender and the receiver put their hands up in the air, posing in a way that spells out a word.

And any other pose you can think of!

Take a look at the props:

[ Unicorn ] - Unfortunately, no horses are allowed in the ballroom. The Projectionist has thoughtfully prepared a stuffed horse for prop purposes, sturdy enough for one small child to sit on without fearing for their life. A single horn adorns its forehead.

[ Meow ] - Headbands adorned with two cat ears, perfect for hissy felines in human suits.

[ Tinted Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with dark lenses and colorful frames. A little silly-looking.

[ 1180 Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with unique frames formed in the shape of the year “1180”.

[ Arrow ] - A blank white sign in the shape of an arrow pointing to your left. You can write all sorts of things on it, from “Best Girlfriend Ever” to “I’m With Stupid”.

And anything else you can find on the table!

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Janaff’s ball outfit! He took Ophelia’s suggestion and has shown up in a green jacket and pants, white shirt, and a darker green tie. His hair has been released from the bun he normally wears it in, and is instead in a classy sort of ponytail held up by a simple silver clasp that definitely doesn’t belong to him. 

image sources - suit, tie 

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bridges burned (not beyond repair)

janaff family drabble, put under a cut because it’s long. this was going to be his new interview, but I decided to save it. cw for strong language and family infighting. 

wc - 674

“You can’t be serious.” 

Janaff froze, feathers standing on end with surprise. His sister’s sharp voice behind him snapped him from his current task, just as she’d intended. “You just got home, and now you’re going back.” He turned around to face Sikir, hands raised to his shoulders in surrender. 

“They asked me to go back. Wasn’t my choice.”

“They asked you to go back before. You said no. Why can’t you say no now?” Sikir leaned her weight on one leg, letting her dark hair fall over one shoulder. 

“It was different before. They’re short on teachers-”

“Bullshit.” Sikir shook her head. “You’re running back there again. I want an explanation.” Janaff turned back to his bag, stuffing another tunic inside. 

“Look, I’m an adult now. You don’t have to do the whole big sister act anymore. You’re free! Leave me alone!” 

“This isn’t about me,” she snapped back. “This is about Evre. She needs you, Janaff.” 

“She’s her own person by now. She’s not a fledgeling anymore. Doesn’t she have friends?” His tone was bitter now, soured by the low blow. 

“She wants her brother. I understand you leaving for the war, at least be with us in peace.” 

“There isn’t peace there, Sikir! I��ve got friends still trapped in the thick of it, and I-”

“And it is not your fucking war. You fought your war. We all fought our war. We fought and died and you killed for what? More of it? Don’t tell me you miss that.” 

“That’s not what I said.” 

“Do you want your glory, Janaff? Do you want your fucking glory? Go out and get it, and don’t come back until you do. Don’t mind us, we’ll be fine,” she snarled. “We’ll just wait for you until the end of time, because that’s what we do - we wait for you to come home and pray to the goddess above you do!” 

“I don’t want any glory!” He turned back to face her, voice rising to match hers. “I’m not going because I like it! I don’t care about all that, I just want my friends to be safe-” 

“You don’t even believe yourself.” The accusation stung like she was pressing nettles to him, but nettles only stung what was exposed, what was raw, what was true. “You fought in two wars and didn’t get any recognition for it. Now you want more.” 

“That’s not true, if you’d let me fucking talk-”

“A war against a king, a goddess even, and nothing waiting at home for you except the endless love of your only family left-”

“Would you stop that?!” Janaff’s voice was a shrill wail, infallible sight blurred over. “I don’t want to kill anymore, how dare you say I do!” 

“You haven’t given another reason to leave.” 

“Yeah, maybe I want my moment, maybe I want some fucking recognition, but who wouldn’t? I survived it, Sikir! I survived it all!” 

You don’t know how lucky I am to be standing here. I saw a million deaths. I counted a hundred lives. 

He wanted to run. He didn’t owe her a debate, but he found himself rooted to the spot, the vicious thorny chains from her words holding him down. “I just want to fix what’s wrong.” His voice was choked, miserable. 

“It isn’t your problem to fix. What you should be fixing is this.” Sikir gestured in front of her, pointing to the both of them. “I don’t want to live with a soldier. I want my brother back, Janaff.” 

“You won’t have to live with a soldier,” he mumbled. “I’m going back tomorrow.” 

I need answers. I need something besides the forest. I need to live. 

“I wish I understood why.” She didn’t wait for the silence to grow any more pointed, instead turned and marched back out of the room. Janaff waited a few breaths before slinking to the open window and sliding through. His wings opened before his feet hit the ground and he flapped upwards, racing up towards the sky.