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storytimc·:

“And ruin the surprise?“. He smiled as he placed a kiss on her forehead, “did I catch you in a bad time? I could come back if you want”. She could notice the tiredness in her eyes, probably another sleepless night looking at documents and worrying over nothing. “The real question is when am I not hungry?”. His heart always softened when she looked at him, he felt like he was a kid again, no matter how much he’d grown. “You know I can’t stay away long from this place. How’s Hebe doing? Not giving you a hard time I hope”, he could still feel the soreness in his body from the ride, “no, I just had to take care of some things near Camelot”.

“It’s never a bad time,” Hera smiled as she stared up at her eldest child. The golden goddess had come to accept that to many, she was cold and unfeeling but to her children? Hera could not describe the bond between a mother and child, the way it made her feel so fiercely and so wildly. So when Ares’ mentioned his sister, Hera felt her face tighten, the joy in her grey eyes dulling. “Hebe is...” She sighed, thinking of the night of the faerie ball and the events that followed. “Well,” She forced a smile. “Come, I’ll fix you something to eat.” She glanced sideways at the god of war with a light frown. “Camelot?” She thought back to her reports, vaguely remembering the kingdom as they began to walk towards the palace kitchens. “What business do you have there?”

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terrvrs·:

“what is home?“ he lands on the tips of his toes and hovers there– the flutter of his wings so quick they scatter red dust and blur in the dim lighting of the moon. he smells the blood before he sees it, and his voice lilts to match hers. little fairy songs in the dark.

“is home a people? a place? or is it a species?” he’s not been very popular with people as of late. two hearts he holds dear have a grudge against him. and while it’s by his own making, it unsettles puck enough that he chooses to stay despite the blood, and the skitter of mab’s voice in the dark.

“as fae–” puck’s wings slow, and his bare feet finally rest on the grass. “isn’t this my home too?”

Mab’s head tilts to one side, long coils of dark hair falling over her shoulder as she eyed the faerie that Oberon treated as a son. Mab did not see her court as family - did not see the point. She surrounded herself with something far better - those who were loyal, those who were like-minded as she. Behind her, two sleek black wings, not unlike those of a raven, twitched. “Perhaps, once, it might have been.”

Bloody nails continue to idly trail in the blades of grass beneath her, but pale green eyes were fixed on the impish fae before her. “Your king and his sunflower made it clear that not all are welcome in his lands.” A faint smile lifted her lips, a gleam in her eye as she lost herself in a memory. “So we fought and forged a home of our own.” Mab’s hand stilled, the glaze in her eyes clearing. “I wondered when you would come to me, Puck.”

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god I am so tired of people throwing roses at my feet as I walk by

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Archetype Inspirations | Young Gods

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THREE (3) CHOICES ;

Send an emoji below + three (3) different characters / muses that my muse must pick from! Some choices are considered ns / fw.

💍 - fuck, marry, kill. 💎 - unsex, divorce, revive. 💋 - hug, cuddle, kiss. 💫 - fight, tickle, insult. 🦋 - befriend, adopt, ignore. 🥊 - pinch, slap, punch. ✨ - summon, banish, absorb. 🔗 - handcuff, tie up, pin down. ��� - lick, suck, bite. 🗳️ - vote for, vote against, run against. ☕ - get coffee with, go out to dinner with, steal their food. 💤 - sleep with fully clothed, sleep with in underwear, sleep with naked. 💰 - rob a bank with, hide a body with, rat out to the cops. 🚦 - be stuck in an elevator with, be stuck in traffic with, be stuck in the apocalypse with. 🎉 - hang out with, party with, ghost. 🔛 - make love to, have a quickie with, be rough / kinky with. 🍪 - make cookies for, make a five-course meal for, burn all their food. 🔪 - protect, attack, fight side-by-side with. 💬 - SEND IN YOUR OWN THREE OPTIONS NOT LISTED ABOVE!

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Open Starter | Anita & ?

She had waited until the sun had set before she made her way out, russet hair stirring in the breeze. It had taken her an age to tune out the assaulting sounds and smells, to not squint her eyes at the too vivid colours that seemed to gleam. She swallowed thickly, feeling her throat struggle with the action, the heels of her boots an booming echo against the cobblestones. She could not understand why her body still screamed in hunger at her, when she had all but gorged on raw steaks, letting the cool blood drip down her chin, staining her blouse. The bloody mess had made her want to gag, but the young vampire had forced it down, determined to minimise the risk of her hunger claiming her. 

As she walked, her brown eyes snagged on a red coat on display in one of the passing shop windows, drawing her attention. She could not help but assess the cut, the exquisite material and the way the colour seemed to make her throat turn into flame, her mouth to ash. And then she felt someone brush against her, just a shoulder against hers, but the warmth radiated from the body - the drum of their pulse filling her ears. She felt fangs slice through her gums, her own blood - now more chilled and sluggish - filling her mouth. The creature that stared back in at her in the window’s reflective surface, for a moment, looked startled. Until she caught another pair of eyes watching. Hand flying to her mouth, Anita mumbled, “Sorry,” Eyes wide. “I..." She trailed off. "It's not what you think.”

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𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  …  anita radcliffe   was  known  as  the  trusting  &  endearing personal assistant with  a  reputation  for  being  a  sophie skelton dobbleganver   .   but  now  ,  under  the  stress  of  the  war  on  the  horizon  ,  the  natural  born  hero  vampire has  become  widely  known  for  being  rather  aloof  &   unpredictable .   let's  see  how  long  the  camalot  native  will  last  during  this  war  .   after  all  they're  only  25  / twenty-five   years  old  .   +  she/her  &  cisfemale  ,  101 dalmatians .

Anita aspires to be a fashion designer . She currently works as a personal assistant to Ms De Vil, however this is a stepping stone on her way to breaking the fashion world. 

She married Roger, despite the two being very different - she’s fell for the struggling artist. She loves him dearly but longs for more than their quaint little life. Roger is too preoccupied with his music and Anita hungers for more excitement. She craves for slightly finer things than what they have, but is reasonably content. 

She was attending a party, hoping to network with someone of influence to see her designs. However, she was instead turned into a vampire. The event itself is a little murky for potential plot details. But she did not truly understand the change overcoming her body until it was too late. 

She hasn’t been able to tell her husband about what happened or what she has become. She hates the lying and sneaking about but she can barely accept it herself. She’s been avoiding him more and more out of fear that she will become a danger to him.

She has no idea what she’s doing - everything seems new to her. She can barely control her cravings, had to learn the hard way about sunlight and is constantly fearful she will harm those around her

She’s nothing like the common stereotype of a vampire - she is everything sweet, kind and optimistic. Think an innocent puppy roaming with wolves - she’s just bumbling along with her little sketch book thinking everyone is her friend and that she can trust them.

Every time she feeds off someone she is immediately apologetic and gets super flustered. It's like she still retains that awkward human-ness. 

Think ‘sweet girl trying to fit the mould in the fashion world’ she tries to be aloof and if not, a little snobby but she really can’t. She just wants to do what she loves. 

Fashion, fashion, fashion. She will talk endlessly of cuts, materials, prints, setting trends. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Roger Radcliffe - her husband who is completely unaware that his wife is a vampire - maybe he’s something too and Anita has no idea? Why not - spice things up. 

Cruella De Vil - her boss, maybe she knows Anita is a vampire but encourages her to indulge in the lifestyle?

Sire - the vampire who made her - could be someone who might have feelings for her, or just someone who turned her out of pure amusement. Open to seeing if her sire wants to be in her new life or not!

Mentor - a vampire who has taken pity on her and wants to help her adapt to her new life. 

Supernatural love interest - maybe someone who tempts her as they know what she is and accepts her? Sharing the supernatural world would be a form of temptation for her!

Supernatural friends - those who help her embrace her new life

Human friends - those she has had as a human (chances they will not know that she’s a vamp now) but perhaps notice the difference in her? 

Food - someone who regularly offers a vein for her to feed. Can either be someone who has an agenda or someone who truly wants to help her. 

Manipulator - She’s a sweetie really, so she’s as good as prey to anyone, especially those who know more about the supernatural world. 

Playlist: (x)      Aesthetic: (x)

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PLEASE SPECIFY MUSE: Hera, Mab or Anita (lol dw she has no connections yet lololol)

poetry sentences . // meme .

a collection of sentences pulled out from this blog. it contains a lot of various topics. trigger warnings apply , just in case. smaller adjustments have been made with permission from the author in order to make proper sentences.

“ the touch you left is burning through my skin.”

“ oxygen poured into my wounds and set fire to the rest of my body. ”

“ the soothing breeze only made it worse. ”

“ i let the wind hug me in hopes that it would wash away the touch you left. ”

“ i can’t let you go. ”

“ your touch is crawling up my throat. ”

“ i kiss the wind in order to remember. ”

“ my sad is not beautiful. ”

“ my sad is not beautiful, because it’s dangerous. ”

“ i dare to say that my sad is not beautiful. ”

“ get out, get out and walk away. ”

“ the artist on the other end won’t let me go. ”

“ drench me in roses, put me on a cloud like michelangelo. ”

“ coal spread in my veins like sulfur; toxic. ”

“ not once did i say it was. ”

“ you don’t love him ”

“ when you do you don’t feel so hollow anymore ”

“ you don’t love him, but you make a world out of him ”

“ you imagine what it feels like, being in love ”

“ love is supposed to be good ”

“ he makes you feel good, isn’t that love then? ”

“ how come you can’t stop the rapture of your arteries, or the shredding of your heart’s chambers? ”

“ why did you make him to be a world you could step on? ”

“ you can’t climb those, because you never managed to conquer him. ”

“ what world do you live in ”

“ love, you call it, and love you make it. ”

“ you don’t love him, but you know you’d like to try. ”

“ even if his love is a poison, you’d happily die trying. ”

“ breathe into me. ”

“ your scorching breath is my doomsday, salvation and reawakening all at once ”

“ your lungs are bouquets brimming to their edges with colors ”

“ press your lips against my chest ”

“ let your tongue trick me open ”

“ i fear my own suffocation ”

“ kiss me so i can feel alive again ”

“ there’s a strange hole in my chest. ”

“ god, what i’d give to run my hands by that hair again ”

“ yet you keep pouring ”

“ you are not shallow water, you are quicksand ”

“ you are not he shark, you are the ocean beneath threatening to drown it ”

“ you’re a gap in my chest ”

“ it spreads like cancer and your gaze is the chemo killing me ”

“ i dare to call you an antidote ”

“ i want to remain weak ”

“ eat me alive… i am yours ”

“  i count the wounds left behind from your claws “

“  i, too, am a martyr ”

“  not for the people – for myself and the heart i once let you embrace and care for “

“  mistakes are spilled and spelled all over my skin ”

“ you are death on two legs, nothing more than another case of Bad touch and Sensible warnings; vinegar on my tongue”

“ back off and learn your lesson “

“ smile, lover, you are a burning star “

“ i let myself decay in the hellfire flames “

“  what good is heaven, when all i want is hell “

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Sophie Skelton photographed by Naj Jamai for Harper’s Bazaar (2017)

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HERE BE ANOTHER VICTIM TO THE WAR . we welcome anita radcliffe to the depths of hell . (  sophie skelton is now taken ) . you’ve been granted twelve hours to pick a side before someone chooses for you .

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Closed Starter | Mab ft Coraline @becleverxmiss​

What Mab loved about her cold and dark little forest, nestled in the corner of the faerie kingdom was that it felt alive. The trees whispered things to her, the leaves seeming to groan underfoot. The wind carried secrets that no one else knew. But above all else, the unseelie queen knew of those who ventured a little too far into her forest. 

Dancing between the old, wizened trunks, Mab’s pale green eyes soon found a slight figure. “Lost little girl deep in the wood,” Her voice sang, a manic lullaby both sweet and filled with nightmares. “Treading to far than where she should.” Giggling, Mab moved again, closer. “Wandering and wandering, with nowhere to go. Wandering wandering, she seeks woe.” Teeth gleaming in a feral smile, Mab calls out. “Sweet child, are you looking for me?” 

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terrvrs·:

achilles lingers by the entryway, stunned by the sight of hera in his living room. a queen among scattered knickknacks and hanging plants. patroclus is at the clinic, but even in the mostly empty home hera doesn’t fit in the space. her presence overwhelms– stunning even as she stands silent. and while achilles has met many queens, they all pale when compared to the light she brings, and the long shadow she casts.

“my queen. sorry for the…” he trails off. too many things to apologize for– the mess and the kitten that’s twisting between the queen’s ankles, and the recent elusiveness on his part when he’s suppose to champion her. “i can put the cat away if she bothers you.“

he is a good soldier, and her orders give him something to focus on. achilles brews the coffee, and begins setting brown sugar, cream, and their best mug on a tray. “and you could have just called for me. i would have dropped everything and came.“

Grey eyes scan her surroundings, noting the homely abode. For a brief moment, Hera had to think that this was a place of laughter, a building made into a home. It was nothing like the the palace - the cold marble and the glinting gold, where nothing was out of place and when they had been young, Hera’s children had feared to run the halls lined with expensive vases and rare art. Then she felt the brush of soft fur at her ankles. 

She arched a brow at the offending creature, the corner of her lips turning up in amusement. “Do not trouble yourself, I am in the animal’s home.” She returned mildly, moving towards the cluttered area she assumed was where people were assigned to sit. She had to move an array of books and what looked life a pile of freshly laundered clothes, now sitting primly in the shabby but comfortable armchair.

“I was in the area,” She cast him a long look, lips pursed. “And I have often wondered how the heroes’ of this kingdom live.” A brow arched as she eyed the array of plants. “Now I know.” Lacing her manicured figures together, Hera watched Achilles. “I suppose you are wondering why I am here.”  

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toldchronicles·:

        𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬    𝐚𝐧    𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐨𝐧𝐞    ,    to    say    the    least    .    she    felt    almost    familiar    to    the    nightmare    king    .    perhaps    .    .    it    was    the    similarities    in    which    they    share    .    ❝    you    see    ,    my    dear                i    venture    without    a    care    of    what    lurks    within    these    kingdoms    ,    ❞    that    mocking    smile    that    graced    her    features    now    curved    his    lips    .    ❝    fear    is    my    domain    ,    quite    frankly    ,    ❞    he    revels    in    it    .    the    woods    was    filled    wtih   darkness    and    shadowy    creatures    .    a    place    where    he    felt    welcomed    .    appearing    behind    her    ,    his    head    tilts    as    he    assess    her    .    ❝    tell    me    :    do    you    frighten    easily    ?    ❞

“Then you do not truly know what treads in these lands,” Mab returned giving a small laugh, watching as he returned her wicked grin. “My lands.” A finger reached out, pale green eyes fixated on his mouth to a nail traced the curve of that feral smile. And then he was gone, winked out of existence only force his voice to sound behind her. Turning, the dark faerie cocked her head, eyeing him with new found interest. “I am what is feared,” Her voice was soft as a whispered lullaby. She edged closer, voice sharpening. “Who are you?”

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Closed Starter | Hera ft Orpheus @to-hell-andback​

Today, it would seem, Hera was making quite a few house calls. Her queenly pride did not like the idea that she had to come to her subjects, for she should be able to summon them at will. It should be an honour for her to call upon them. But, perhaps, this was a special case. The sound of sweet, melancholic music drifted towards her as she walked towards the small, but quaint little house, the hood of her cloak once again pulled low to hide her features from passers-by. And there, on the porch sat the renowned musician of Olympus, strumming mournfully into his lyre. “Orpheus,” Hera greeted as she swung open the gate, heels walking determinedly towards him. “I know I am calling unannounced, but I wondered if we might have some tea?” In truth, it was cruel to do - how could anyone say no to their queen?

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Closed Starter | Mab ft Willa @littlerxds​ (dream thread)

To Mab, dreams were like doors. Some were locked, others just needed a little coaxing and then there were the doors that were wide open. The door before her was slight, painted a vivid red and simply begging the unseelie queen to step inside. What met her was a large expanse of woodlands and a large pale moon hanging overhead. The wind shifted the branches of the trees, carrying the echo of a wolf’s howl. Drawing close, pale green eyes found a slight figure concealed by a red cloak. “You’re restless, aren’t you?” Mab’s voice was soft, lulling. Her gaze flickered to the large expanse of flat ground below. In the distance, another howl sounded. “What is stopping you, darling?”

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Chanel / Fall 2019

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Saint Laurent / Spring 2019