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woop guys ,    a small farewell .     it’s been great ,   i’m deep in writer’s block and gotta try to pass three uni classes via online ,   and i got a cyst acting up in my wrist .     sssssssso ---- my d*sco is    lemongrabS#6385    and i can be found    @nightskied !

stay safe, ily all xx

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melodieuxm‌ :          prince charming .

he hadn’t at all expected to hear the soft voice of a woman in response to his heavily breathed, slightly annoyed words. he hadn’t expected to open his eyes to the feminine face of the lady before him at all. had he expected it, or imagined that it was anyone other than his guards coming to collect him for some other kingly manner of thing to do, he might’ve calmed his own tone more. but he blinked in the slightest bit of recollection. his gaze seemed to be staring her down, but it was only so that he could try to understand what about her face might seem so familiar. this wasn’t a face he had seen on frequent occasions. not around the kingdom, nor anywhere else. he knew she couldn’t be someone who he’d spent a solitary night with, and left for the castle in the morning so…

without even paying heed to her words that she’d spoken to him, he thought he might’ve recalled where he saw her face. perhaps all other faces had managed to blur and disappear once he laid eyes on his now-fiancee, but the fog was clearing. he knew her. yes. or, just her face. it was a face he’d seen in passing, at the ball where he was meant to pick a wife. he looked at her with confusion. “you were there… at the ball, weren’t you? i recall seeing your face, and i can’t imagine another place where i might’ve seen you before other than at that place.”

         clotho tended to frequent the kingdoms ,    their courts ,    and many times her sisters and her had been asked for advice from their rulers .       adora was a kingdom that had given clotho her fair share of entertainment .        she’d known the monarchs previous to this one ,    to    prince charming ,    as he was called ,    affectionately and not - so - much ,    by his subjects .        she’d known his father ,    a man with a strange obsession with getting his son     “ on the right track “    of life ,    which apparently that equated a wife and a succession line .      the fate ,    though known and respected by the late monarch ,    hadn’t been to adora since the prince’s ball in which he was supposed to find a wife ,    bound himself for life .

         that was certainly a custom ,    and an obsession ,    clotho didn’t understand  ---  so she’d gotten curious ,    tried to understand ,   decided to stop by the ball unannounced and blend into the crowd of ladies pompously dressed .         would the prince really find a calling to his soul that way ?       the question had been left unanswered ,     and the moirai of the present wasn’t quite good at controlling her curiosity .         her dark hues were set on him ,    the look in his eyes told clotho that he was trying hard in his mind to find where he’d seen her ,    and ...          were he not to know who she was ,    it’d mean many things ,    and preserve her identity .         the moirai nodded ,    lowering her gaze and smiling shyly as she pushed a strand of hair back .               “   i was ,     your majesty .       i’m surprised you remember me .    “               really ,    she wanted to know just    how much    he did recall ,    before doing or saying anything else .

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fmks ,    memes ,   would you ever ,    would you rather ,    have you ever’s ,    etc etc etc .

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Shakespearean Character Ask Meme

ANTONY: What bad habits do you need to break? BEATRICE: What is the achievement you’re most proud of? BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace? BIANCA: What do you want most in life? CELIA: Do you want to fall in love? CIRCE: Would you rather be loved or feared? CLAUDIUS: What is the worst thing you’ve ever done? CORDELIA: Do you consider yourself a good person? CRESSIDA: What makes you feel trapped? DESDEMONA: Do you believe that the truth will set you free? EDGAR: Do you want to make your family proud? EDMUND: Do you ever wish you’d been born someone else? If so, who? GERTRUDE: Would you (or have you) ever cheated on a significant other? HAMLET: Do you prefer to think things through thoroughly or act on impulse? HECATE: Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? HELENUS: Do you believe in God? HIPPOLYTA: What is your biggest regret? HORATIO: Who do you love most? JULIET: What is your favorite luxury? LADY MACBETH: What is your favorite thing about yourself? MACBETH: Have you ever killed anyone? Would you? MALCOLM: What does honor mean to you? MEDEA: Do you have any quirks? MERCUTIO: Is there anyone you would die for? MIRANDA: Is happiness a choice? OBERON: Does reputation matter to you? OPHELIA: Is there anything you regret not doing? ORSINO: If you could have any material thing in the world, what would it be? PARIS: If you had the chance to rule the world, would you? PORTIA: When did you lose your innocence? PUCK: Do you consider yourself a mischievous person?  ROMEO: How far would you go for love? ROSALIND: What does your ideal day entail? ROSALINE: Which people from your past haunt you? SEBASTIAN: Is violence ever the answer? TITANIA: Do you believe in magic? TYBALT: If you could kill one person without consequences, who would it be? VIOLA: How skilled of a liar are you? VOLUMNIA: Describe the biggest sacrifice you’ve made.

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codexq‌ :         davy jones .

open starter

“Do ya fear death? Do ya fear that dark abyss? All ye deeds lay bare” A snort of a chuckle to be heard, despite his deep voice that was daring to wake the deepest fears in whoever his opponent was, there was entertainment for him. ”All ye sins punished. I can offer ya… an escape.” A deal with Jones was like a deal with the devil, although to some, a hundred years on his ship may sound better than an eternity of damnation and terror in hell- but those were fools, those did not listen to the stories spread along the sea of the terror that awaits on the Flying Dutchman, of the madness to befall its crew. “What do ya say, lad?”

            clotho had managed to get on board of the flying dutchman ,    piqued her interest as it had been by the man and his antics .      was there a man behind such tales ?     the horror drew the moirai to the ship ,    it was just that simple .         she observed ,   behind the whole crew ,   the show he’d made of a young man’s death and ...    not death .        what would atropos think were she here ?      she wasn’t .      only clotho ,    only the thread spinner ,    only the present .        silence would’ve been absolute ,    had it not been for the weeps of the man ,    and the heavy breathing of the creatures that conformed davy jones’ ship crew .          the moirai clapped ,    slowly ,    thrice .               “   so this is the hole that’s been draining our labour ,    mr .    davy jones .   “             a lack of dead was a thread uncut .

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esoteriics‌ :       culbert pholdee .

Open for everyone 

Cubby felt a spring in his step. There was something about the way a new kilt felt. Not that he didn’t wear pants, but kilts were considered more comfortable for the shifter. He ran up to the nearest person wanting to show it off. 

“Pretty neat, ain’t it!” He bragged showing off the tartan pattern.

          clotho wasn’t having the brightest day .      nights were long and as soon as the sun started to come out the horizon ,    she’d grab her white cloak ,   drape herself with it and head out on those longs walks that took her ...    everywhere .       and took her all day .         her humour was just about gone ,   and the moirai’s eyes didn’t disguise it in the least ,    but when the young boy appeared ,    so cheerful over ...      what was he cheerful over ?      over   what he was cheerful about ,    clotho turned her head to pay attention and amuse the creature .              “   what are we celebrating ?   “             she asked ,    quirking her eyebrows .

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* whispers *     sbdy 2 looooooooooooveeeee      clotho  .

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rough kiss (eros)

           meme day !       closed .           @otherworldkings .

        the god of love was …      intoxicating .      he knew it .       he used it .       where there had once been a kind heart perhaps ,    now inhabited the culprit of hedonism ,   of immediate pleasure .        clotho could observe the gods ,    she could think about them ,    but she never really interferred ,    used to being an observer as she was .        he looked at her with intent ,    and she stared right back ,   lifting her chin just barely so he could get a good glance at her neck ,    and so she could seize him .        the son of aphrodite was one of the motors of the world ,    and if his soul had gone corrupt ,   that could cause trouble .        sometimes she dared think they had come too far from their places ,   far away from humankind ,   and that put everything at risk .

         but humans were so …       them .       their offspring ,    their mirrors .        if only to speak for herself ,    clotho had always been drawn to humankind in more ways than one .        mirrors .        her thoughts were in many places at the same time ,    and she couldn’t help but smirk coyly as she allowed for the god to take a few steps towards her ,    sporting the look designed to have any person swooning .         she reached forward ,    there was wrath in his eyes now that they were closer .        her fingers drew over the skin of his arm and it was a button ,    it was a chord snapping free .          he’d grabbed her by the back of her head and crashed his lips to hers in a kiss to take her breath away .

         it was aggressive ,    it was in no way the gentleness with which he would handle a common woman    - clotho only guessed - ,       but that was   good ,    because she wasn’t a common woman .          a cold snicker fell past clotho’s lips ,    her teeth found his bottom lip and gave it a firm tug .       the release was slow ,    was looking into his eyes just so he had to look into her own ,    and see whether he fell into her dominant hand or put up a fight .          the god ,    for clotho ,    smelled like molten candy ,   jasmine and the hint of metallic blood .        her nails sank into his shoulder when he went in for the battle instead of becoming putty in the fate’s hands ,    in turn wanting her to become just    exactly   that .

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Generally, I like it. (from eugene!)

             meme day !         closed .             @ringwandervng .

        humans were strange creatures for sure .        she observed flynn’s demeanor now as he hung upside - down from a very …     evident trap that had gotten hold of his foot .         he ,   from her perspective ,   with his hair falling like daggers straight towards the ground ,    looked exactly like the hanging man’s tarot card ,   and it made her smile to herself .        still ,   her eyebrows arched and she folded her arms over her chest .            “   oh really ?      you  enjoy   falling into a trap meant for a hare ?   “             the fate stared up at him ,   having already spotted the rope to free to release his foot .           “   if you ask nicely ,   i can release you .  “            things easily became a game for clotho ,   and so had this .      of course she’d release him …     but she could tease and prod .      plus ,   if he so   enjoyed   being upside - down ,   then who was she to take away that    pleasure ?            “  i’d just have to …    cut   that   rope .   “            the irony of her words ,   according to her existence ,   was delicious to the moirai .

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"And I’m going to fly away from here!" — from thanatos.

          meme day !      closed .          @sunkissies .

     clotho rolled her eyes ,   letting her old friend finish his rant over the longest lived eternity anyone could ever lay eyes upon .      he was that way ,    she knew ,    and for that ability to go on and on and on about burdens that she could ,   in most part ,   trace herself back to ,    was that she could emphasize with him .       still ,    she rolled her eyes ,   if only to remember thanatos that time passed them over and left them unscathed but it still did   pass .       it was ,   however ,    all in good faith .       the fate knew to keep her airs light and easygoing ,    it was simpler to maintain bonds that way .

              “   thanatos ,    please .     seize yourself and your dramatics ,    you’re pouting like a child .   “           an idea seemed to circle clotho’s head as she shifted positions so she’d be laying upside down on the couch ,    her head hanging off the cushions .      a cheeky smile took over .           “   if you   do    fly away ,   however ,   take me for a ride before you make a nest for yourself  ---  or whatever you’d become then .       perhaps the birds would take you in as one of theirs .    “             their roles ,    especially thanatos since he had to ...     take souls ,   and whatnot ,    were heavy ones sometimes :        people didn’t understand death ,   nor its purpose .      they just suffered in the empty spaced of their loved ones ,   and grieved for years .       the tradition to celebrate death as a cycle of existing was long buried ,   replaced by the feeding of the fire of grief .       she comprehended the way thanatos ,    who only had to blame his own fate for the job he’d been entailed with ,   could get fed up with hearing how    awful   he was .          oh ,    oh he wasn’t .

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i   was   gonna be here ,    but i finally have the energy to do laundry and shit .      so theory says i’ll be online here later to plot + rp + do replies to starters .     if u wanna plot pls feel free to give this a like / leave a comment / reach me on ims .

and on discord ,    i’m      queen lady trash#6385

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Teasing kiss (Hades)

          meme day !     kiss meme .     open .          @otherworldkings .

         clotho observed the king of the dead draw near ,    she stayed perfectly still upon his closeness ,   the breath she inhaled catching the scent of cinder ,   smoke and the woods in his presence .       she wasn’t sure what hades’ intention could be ,    but in any case ,    the fate was unflinching in her position .       she didn’t budge ,   didn’t shrink nor did she take a single step back .        there were things she kept hidden ,   locked away like pandora’s box should’ve remained had zeus not gotten curious with it ;     truth was ,   she craved intimacy ,    and anything that could ever possibly resemble that ,    clotho welcomed .      strange bedfellows that made ,    but that only meant her curiosity could be quelled .     curiosity and   thirst   to quench .  

          someday perhaps she’d be kissed in the way the humans sang about ,   in the way she knew other deities were kissed ,   craddled in someone’s arms with sheer sweetness to behold ,    but for now ,    clotho settled for the scraps of another’s games .        that was hades .       that was hades ,    now ,    closing the distance between them after she’d only answered in riddles .      hades ,  now ,   pressing his lips against her own .         clotho hung to the look in hades eyes ,   to the way he’d smiled before leaning into her    - a game ,   a game ,   a game - .      and though her own eyes fell shut for a fleeting second ,   like a maiden upon her first kiss  ,    the fate clung to the sardonic spite in the dead god’s eyes .        none of that would ever be real .        clotho remembered persephone .      none of that would be real .        so she waited ,    completely still ,   having caught her breath and regained control over her eyes so she could open them again .     

          and waited .

          trying to appear calm ,    untouched ,    the moirai waited for the king of the undead to part away from her .        she didn’t return the kiss ,    didn’t lose her dignity into a kiss that would melt her senses .      no ,   she waited .     she let the god kiss the lips of fate ,    and in that ,    she let the god have what he wanted .     then ,   clotho smiled the smile of a child .              “   hades ,    darling dearest ,   “         as his lips broke away from hers ,    she spoke .        spoke with glib in her eyes ,   spoke letting the less humane parts of her seep out once again like not many times as of late .            “   did you   see   what you wanted ?      did you    get    away with it ?   “           a deranged person ,    a child ,    or both .       denied ,    humilliated ,   but she clung to her pride .    

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4x07 Hanging Swords

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woop ,   i vanished .     so i have a videocall date with mr. boyfriend now bc our anniversary + mandatory lockdown quarantine times ,    ssssooo i’ll be on after that ,   be it tonight or tomorrow .    xx

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expuracordis‌ :       eden .

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he  was  sat  on  a  bench  ,  studying  a  very  important  literary  work —-  the  divine  art  of  kama sutra  .   one  would  normally  not  be  fond  of  the  idea  of  reading  such  text  in  public  ,  though  eden  would  politely  argue  that  it  pertains  to  his  job  .  even  a  self - proclaimed  sex  expert  should  be  knowledgeable  about  such  things  ,  shouldn’t  he  ?

his  eyes  looked  away  from  the  pages  for  a  moment  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  the  bare  feet  that  stood  before  him  .  he  sighed  deeply  ,  closing  his  book  to  give  her  his  full  attention  .  ❛  i  do  love  your  visits  ,  clotho  .   ❜  there  was  just  the  slightest  hint  of  sarcasm  in  his  words  .  ❛  to  what  do  i  owe  the  honor  this  time  ?  have  you  finally  met  someone  ?  i  can  offer  you  some  great  tips  to  impress  them  .  ❜

              at least and even if his words were designed to be poignant and poke at her ,    eden had the good sense to dedicate the fate his full attention .       god ,    he was exhausting .        why on this foul earth did she remain near his presence ?       curiosity ,   perhaps .     maybe relief .     he didn’t fear her and she didn’t respect his existence ,    and that was a good enough deal for the moirai .        he was ,   however ,   exhausting .        countless times she’d rummaged her memory trying to find his thread ,    the key that would give clotho an answer to his existence ,   but try as she might   ------   nothing .      the book he reads ,   however ,   makes her frown deeply and that’s the face he encounters once he looks at her .  

           annoyed ,    the goddess rolls her eyes and folds her arms over her chest .          “   i would not need     nor ask    for your   tips ,    beast .   “          simpler times had existed ,    and these were not anything close to that .          “   why are you reading that ?     hoping to encounter a circus contortionist that’d glance twice at you ?   “           what she felt towards eden wasn’t close to the sweetness she felt for other creatures ,    but her hatred was reserved for the unforgiveable .       it surely wasn’t hatred ,    then .     no .

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KISSING  MEME  PROMPTS:

kiss  prompts  for  starters  and/or  drabbles.  feel  free  to  make  changes  as  you  see  fit.  enjoy  !  <3

hand  kiss.

cheek  kiss.

neck  kiss.

back  kiss.

forehead  kiss.

ear  kiss.

nose  kiss.

shy  kiss.

happy  kiss.

surprise  kiss.

angry  kiss.

crying  kiss.

rough  kiss

soft  kiss.

quick  kiss.

platonic  kiss.

jealous  kiss.

first  kiss.

last  kiss.

clumsy  kiss.

uninterested  kiss.

blown  kiss.

awkward  kiss.

drunk  kiss.

bloody  kiss.

sensual  kiss.

dying  kiss.

secret  kiss.

teasing  kiss.

against  the  wall  kiss.

alleyway  kiss.

rain  kiss.

before  bed  kiss.

goodbye  kiss.

‘i’m  sorry’  kiss.

‘i  missed  you’  kiss.

‘good  morning’  kiss.

‘goodnight’  kiss.

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expuracordis‌ :       keomi zenko .

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though  she  was  meant  to  be  working  ,  kei  often  made  some  time  to  visit  her  dearest  friend  .  how  could  she  resist  the  chats  they  had  ?  about  what  was  going  on  in  their  lives  and  in  the  lives  of  others  .  and  every  now  and  then  ,  the  kitsune  would  manage  to  get  an  interesting  story  from  clotho  .  olympus  had  become  a  great  source  of  interest  to  keomi  ,  considering  how  different  things  were  to  akane .

the  kitsune  waved  excitedly  as  she  approached  the  goddess  .  her  smile  wide  &  fond  ,  one  not  seen  by  many  .  ❛  clo  !  i  brought  you  something  !  ❜  she  carried  with  her  a  basket  of  flowers  from  the  shrine’s  garden  ,  picked  with  permission  from  inari ,  of  course  .  kei  held  the  basked  out  to  her  friend  .  ❛  i  was  going  to  bring  food  too  but  they  wouldn’t  let  me  into  the  kitchens  after  last  time …  ❜

           somehow ,    clotho had become a storyteller .       creatures of abundant sweetness would request stories from her from time to time ,    and she could never say no ,    always indulged them in one ,   two ,   three stories .       as of late ,   however ,    with her temperament spinning wildly ,   it was harder to find the moirai willing to amuse the minds of those creatures .     she’d sit in corners of the cities and observe ,    trying to find an inkling of certainty ,   and nothing .       she’d wander through the streets ,   walk until her feet tried to bleed and forced her to stop at some deadend place ,   where she’d learned the pleasures of the ale even though the intoxicated state was a perilous state for the thread of fate .         with a certain salt ,   she couldn’t help but think that perhaps her reputation did precede her ,   a temper unstable like the seas that battled against poseidon’s wrath .   

           at that point in that certain day ,    however and though clotho’s mood was well into the dark abyss it had become ,    she wasn’t in some deadend pub ,   or lingering in the shadows of the crime scenes ,    no .       basking under the sunlight ,    with her dress pulled up so the sun would also reach her legs and she could imagine herself fully enbedded in the sweet ,   warm light ,    clotho did her best to push the mist away .        tiresome work .        the voice of her dear friend was enough to snap her out and away from it ,   however ,    that her eyes opened and for a second she found herself blinded .        blinking rapidly ,    the goddess smiled as bright as the rays that shone down upon them .             “    kei !   “           clotho cheered ,    moving to a sitting position upon the grass .          “   of course they didn’t let you in ,    they    know    you by now .   “          she wasn’t scolding ,    she never was with keomi ,    instead a playful tone tinted her voice .           “    come ,   come !      join me under the sun and tell me if the life of the messenger is all that you’d ever hoped it would be .   “