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“I don’t think anyone can shut you up, Ronan,” Gansey said, letting his leg dangle off the bed. He let Ronan’s words sink in, and they made tears prick at his eyes. “I didn’t save you, Ronan. You saved yourself.” He’d helped him, sure, but he didn’t want Ronan to give him that kind of credit.

    ‘   you saved my life,   y’know.   ‘   he’s spread across the floor,    back propped against gansey’s bed,    burying himself beneath antique memories and the hard taste of gin on his tongue.   it burns a little,    but he’s never minded that   -   everything in the world burns,   and ronan is a wildfire in himself.   ‘   every single day since i’ve met you,   you’ve saved my fucking life.   ‘   he takes another drink,   before shaking his head.   ‘   don’t make me get too fucking mushy,   jeez.   you should learn when to shut me up.   ‘   /   @histcires

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While Gansey didn’t believe in what the women of Fox Way did quite as much as Blue, he certainly didn’t reject them as outrightly as Ronan did. He found it fascinating, if a little frightening. “How’s it funny?” He said. He wanted to reach out and touch the deck of cards, but hesitated, not wanting to accidentally make a mistake. 

    ‘   oh.   ‘    her words are whispered,     as gentle as the flipping of a page,    tilting her body away from him to eye up a book.   there was too much energy around gansey,   she could never look too closely at him.    her fingers ran along the spine,    lips pressed together,    swaying lightly as if she was caught in the wind.   ‘    it’s funny that you’d come to me for a reading.   ‘    her voice rose just enough to be heard.    /    @histcires

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beatricebaticeer‌:

      beatrice takes her youngest into her arms – it’s taking everything she has for her legs not to give out beneath her because stars, she’d never thought she’d see her children again. she buries her face into sunny’s hair, memorizing every little thing that has changed and hasn’t in the three before her. she clings to sunny, extends her other arm out to violet and klaus to invite them into her embrace because to hell with everything, she is getting them away from this life. how foolish she and bertrand had been to try and hide the truth and now that it’s backlashed in the most horrible way, beatrice intends to remedy it as best as she can.

     “the quagmires - jacques, the fountain. olivia is there. help them.” she begs the snicket quietly and is grateful when he doesn’t argue, simply charges headlong to help the quagmires who are most likely terrified as well. now they just have to find their sibling - beatrice will protect this brood with her life, blood bound or not. she reaches out with the sleeve of her shirt to brush at violet’s tears, zeroing in on her eldest. oh, how much older she looks. how she’s been forced to mature in order to care for her siblings, to adjust to the situation around them. there’s hardly any childhood left in her, and it breaks beatrice all the more.

    “hello, dearest.” she murmurs, and leans forward to press a kiss to violet’s temple. “oh, how i’ve missed you. all of you. i’m so sorry i couldn’t get to you until now.”

Goodness, it has been so long since Violet has felt any sort of comfort, especially from her mother. The simple gesture brings up every feeling she’s tamped down for months, and they threaten to overflow as she shakes slightly, leaning into her mother’s touch as much as she can. She tries to commit this moment to memory, not totally trusting that it will last and she really will be safe again.

Hearing the rustling and chattering of the townsfolk spurs her into action, making panic mingle with her sorrow. She clasps her mother’s hand in one of hers and Klaus’s sleeve in the other. “We’ve got to go, Mom - we’ve got to leave, now.”

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Some muses I will likely be adding once I finish the threads/responses on my to-do list:

ophelia (hamlet)

marie (the aristocats)

kevin (the foxhole court)

noah (the raven cycle)

lux (the virgin suicides)

erica (barbie: the princess and the pauper) ((tho this one may require its own blog im not sure))

beverly marsh (it)

jane (jane eyre)

persephone (both myth and hadestown versions)

euridice (hadestown)

psyche (mythology) ((this one may also require her own blog))

if you like the idea of me playing these muses, let me know!! It’d mean a lot to know that u guys have an interest in them! If you also have other ideas for muses you’d like to see, send them my way/reply to this too!

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nexiilis‌:

“ it’s an awful lot of burning incense and herbs. ” she chuckles, and doesn’t miss the way he looks at her. not that she minds – she thinks she won’t ever mind.

“ it’s an onslaught on the senses. ” blue looks out the window, taking a moment to admire the scenery as it goes by.

“Sounds it.” Gansey follows her gaze, looking out of the window at the rows of trees that shade the car. The whole image is something out of a dream - the trees, the mountains in the background. The blue sky. And Blue, herself, sitting next to him. He worries that speaking will spoil it, so he fiddles with his phone, an old song filling the car. “It’s Joan Baez. She used to sing with Bob Dylan in the 70s. You can change it if you don’t like it, though.”

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Danielle is all too eager to answer - braiding her hair was one of the things she’d refused to have done for her after moving to her husband’s palace. It brings her such calm, to sit at a mirror and watch her hair grow as intricate as her gowns, little by little, with each pin and tuck. “It’s quite simple,” she says, pulling out a jewelled pin to demonstrate. “You take one of these, and place it wherever your fingers are holding your hair up. It should stay up then. I can show you, if you like.”

@histcires ╱ starter call

strange, how sometimes lyra feels completely in charge & confident — and yet sometimes, she is timid; certain that her attempts at friendship will be rebuffed. she feels this way now, though it’s impossible to pin down why. “ how’d you get your hair to stay like that ? ” she lifts a hand to indicate the pretty, twisted braid. “ mine ALWAYS gets in a tangled state, no matter what i do. ”

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Hello again! I’m sorry for not being on here for the past couple weeks - new years was super hectic, I was out with friends & doing a lot of stuff most days, so I didn’t really have time to just sit down and write. But I’m here now, so I’m going to try and get most of my threads and responses done today & tomorrow! If you wanna plot with me now is also the time to hit me up bc I’ll be online to see your message <3

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“Even covered in snow the gardens are beautiful.”

“It’s so cold, but I need a breath of fresh air.”

“Come on, A bit of dancing will warm you right up.”

“I think there is a couple occupying the coat closet…”

“That’s the good thing about winter, the gardens are always quiet.”

“Even the roses are frozen.”

“Think of it this way, the champagne is always chilled.”

“Did they just forget to heat the dance hall, or were they expecting us to wear our coats all night?”

“Your hands are freezing!”

“I’d imagine even with layers, skirts are highly impractical in the snow.”

“Is this a Christmas party or…?”

“This is fun and all, but We’re going to be snowed in at this rate.”

“They are giving Sleigh rides in the garden.”

“They caught me making snow angels and now they think I’m drunk…”

“The dancefloor is crowded, let’s go for a walk.”

“Why are you out in the cold?”

“Really? Are you really going to throw snowballs?”

“Don’t you dare! These are my best clothes!”

“I’m not going out there. I dressed for fashion, not practicality.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“People are giving gifts? I didn’t know we were giving gifts!”

“I didn’t know when I would see you next, so here.”

“Dancing in the snow seems romantic in theory, but treacherous in practice.”

“Look at all the couples using the cold as an excuse to cuddle. It’s gross.”

“Everything is silver and glittering.”

“From out here the lights in the windows seem so warm and inviting.”

“So you’d rather be out here getting frostbite than inside dancing and enjoying yourself?”

“Why am I here? You know I hate these things.”

“Booze and ice, what a good combination.”

“I stood under that mistletoe for 30 minutes hoping for some Christmas romance before giving up.”

“Oh sure, when I stand under the mistletoe nothing, but in the last five minutes about ten couples walked through.”

“I twisted my ankle on the icy steps, so now I can’t even dance.”

“We could always slip away, and slide in close to get warm.”

“Maybe you should warm your hands before asking anything to dance…”

“Look, it’s mistletoe.”

“You kiss them under the mistletoe, but you just laughed in my face.”

“It’s not a really a party until someone is stark naked passed out in the snow.”

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Symbol meme starters.

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface  (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

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send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I'll explain if it's true or not.

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Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state.

Mostly angsty stuff, but feel free to add your own.

Tears - Find my muse crying.

Rest - Find my muse sound asleep.

Dream - Find my muse moving in their sleep due to a dream or nightmare.

Bleed - Find my muse injured.

Drink - Find my muse drunk.

Collapse - Find my muse blacked-out on the ground.

Leaving - Find my muse dying.

Grave - Find my muse dead.

Fear - Find my muse panicking about something.

Hide - Find my muse hiding from something or someone.

Anger - Find my muse very angry.

Escape - Find my muse trying to run away from something or someone.

Toxic - Find my muse poisoned.

Bruise - Find my muse badly beaten up. 

Freeze - Find my muse trying to keep warm in the cold.

Battle - Find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something.

Saw - Find my muse getting a limb amputated. 

Cough - Find my muse coughing out blood.

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Send “You’re Mine” for my muse’s reaction to yours being possessive of them.

imameme-youreameme‌:

For multi-muse blogs, specify which muse.

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fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

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@thronekept / canon starter call

She rests her head against the headboard, beckoning the other woman inside her room. She has neither the heart nor the strength to get up as she speaks. “O shut the door! And when thou hast done so, come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!” Her voice is thick with tears, and she reaches up to wipe them away with her sleeve.  

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@timeworntales / starter call

Juliet buzzes with excitement, watching more and more guests fill her father’s ballroom. Her family are already at their table -  her mother and father looking proud as ever, and her cousin sitting by himself. She runs over to him, almost tripping over her own feet in her excitement. She holds her hands out in front of him. “Does the birthday girl get a dance with her cousin?” 

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Like this for a starter using my muses’ canon dialogue!! 

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morememesforyou‌:

Send me a  🥃 + a question for my muse to answer. If they refuse to answer, they have to take a shot.