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okay, i got the new blog set up at @storytelers and I already followed everyone who I had a thread with in my queue/drafts/whom I talk to semi-regularly! I’m looking to give my dash a little bit of a makeover, not follow as many people whom I’m not interacting with!

so yeah, follow me there if you want to continue roleplaying with me/plan to start! if not, nice to know ya!!

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“Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing; but I have never been in love ; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall.”

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒, independent, selective, mutuals-only, multimuse account. est 31st of october 2020. • loved by odette.

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Jude Duarte in The Cruel Prince by Holly Black

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“Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing; but I have never been in love ; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall.”

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒, independent, selective, mutuals-only, multimuse account. est 31st of october 2020. • loved by odette.

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okay, i got the new blog set up at @storytelers and I already followed everyone who I had a thread with in my queue/drafts/whom I talk to semi-regularly! I’m looking to give my dash a little bit of a makeover, not follow as many people whom I’m not interacting with!

so yeah, follow me there if you want to continue roleplaying with me/plan to start! if not, nice to know ya!!

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i’ll probably be archiving this blog and switching to a new one later today. gotta transfer my queue and delete the one running here, so things go easier. i’m feeling a little disconnected from the dash.

also... thinking of switching my url but no idea if i’ll do that yet

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glimpseofwonder​:

Raylen nodded in understanding. Well, that was good at least! He had only conversational grasps on German, and the basics of English. It would be good for the girls, and himself if he were being honest, to have someone who knew them fluently.

Six languages would be enough to get the girls started, wouldn’t it? Then he could worry about reading, writing, math, music, and art. If nothing else, his sisters would be intelligent and kind! He’d make sure of that. But then again, Spanish might not be too bad either…

“I…” He sighed. “I’m not sure. What do you think? Would six languages or seven give them their best chance?”

In any case, they could at least all learn those six now and take on Spanish later, right?

The man had started to blush at her compliment when his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he looked at the girl’s golden hair and sunken eyes for a moment. Still quite pretty she was, but much too thin. It was almost as if she was walking between the world of the living and the realm of the dead. That haunted look in the eyes, he knew it well.

“When did your parents die?” Raylen asked, before he could really stop himself. And immediately, he regretted the question. “I’m sorry. That, that was far too personal to ask. I shouldn’t have…”

Christ, he was bungling this! It would be a miracle if she didn’t take offense and run right now.

Eager to change the topic and show his contrition, Raylen swallowed thickly. “Um… Those, those all sound good to me. Maybe art as well? And dancing? You’d know better than I, mademoiselle, what would help them most in society.”

He flashed her a sincere and sheepish smile, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, would you like to meet-”

But before he could finish the question, the sound of little pitter patter echoed through the hall, and the little red head came running in as fast as her chubby little legs could carry her. “Papa!” She cried happily. “Papa, kom! Rosa zegt dat het tijd is voor de lunch!”

As Raylen scooped Bianca up, and tucked her curls behind her ear, he beamed. “Bianca, saluta la signorina Ella.”

The toddler turned and looked at her. And before Raylen could even blink, Bianca was giggling and reaching out for the young woman. “Tes cheveux sont comme les miens!” She laughed, taking the girl’s golden curls in her tiny hands and stroking them.

Well, that answered one question. Now he just had to see how Giorgia took to Bianca. “Evidently, Rosa’s told Bianca to tell us that lunch is ready.” Raylen continued, returning to French. “Would you care to stay and eat with us? Then you can have a chance to meet Giorgia.”

Head tilts downwards, hiding her laugh behind the wine glass. “Six languages will allow them to talk to anyone they want.” Ella is pretty sure that if they learn any other languages they will scare any potential suitors off, but she bites back the words, finding his determination to give his sisters everything they might possibly need refreshing (and just a little bit charming.) “And they have plenty of time to learn later. Languages fall out of fashion, we can wait and see which one will be more important for them to know in a few years.”

We falls easily from her lips, mind already churning what she thinks the girls might need in the coming years.

A lingering sadness crosses her features before being replaced by a melancholic smile, that still holds some of her usual cheer. A part of her died was buried alongside them, and talking about them always requires to revisit that the cold devastating feelings brought by their death. And yet, she smiles, because their time together had been filled with sunlit moments that would forever be her most precious memories. “I lost my mother when I was seven, my father died two years ago.” 

“I miss them, and I don’t often get the chance to talk about them. Please, don’t feel bad.” she adds. “They were the most wonderful people in the world, and they loved each other and me very much. I miss them every single day of my life, but it’s easier now.” Shoulders drop, and she tilts her head, eyes warm. 

Before she can reply, her attention is captured by the ball of sunlight and energy that bursts into the room. Bianca, she fills in by the age. Papa, her breath catches when she hears the word — he had been serious about this. Poor boy, she thinks again. Still, Ella cannot be sad when there is a child in the room, the joy bursting out from the young body is infectious and a grin stretches across her lips as she watches the exchange.

“Oof!” She giggles, grabbing the girl in her arms. “Oh, no. I don’t think they are the same at all, yours is much prettier! Look what pretty curls you have, and that color.” For a minute more, she continues murmuring with the girl, both of them playing with each other’s hairs before Bianca’s attention shifts back to her brother, talking again about lunch. 

“I would like that very much.” 

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i was talking to @lorelaithesecond about this and i think it would have been neat (and i might make a verse for this one day) if Rory had gone to somewhere that was not Harvard of Yale. I was looking at maps of ivy league schools in the U.S. and I saw that Brown would be closer than Harvard (though not as close as Yale) — it’s a two hour car ride and there is a train track + some busses that would take her around 4 hours as well.

 but basically, I like the idea of her choosing somewhere that’s unique to her. it’s not Lorelai’s dream (which would tie in with the show’s message of Rory being able to make her own choices + change her mind), but it wouldn’t give more power to her grandparents as well. After the whole incident at Yale where Richard sprung up a meeting at her, I think it would have been interesting to have her choose a third option.

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She smelled like rain falling through honeysuckles, and when she drew away, her kisses remained…

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless (via luthienne)

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      When the treaty was brokered, when the conspiracy to stop it from being signed and both the scheming men behind the ruse were imprisoned, the realms trembled with relief. Half a century of war had sapped the marrow from the hardest of bones, like the coldest blustery wind, taxing the people of Penceforest, and even the Moor Folk ──── ageless, mercurial beings who smiled and fluttered with mischief. Humans and faeries were still a mystery to each other, but golden opportunity and fresh beginnings were at hand. Aurora had helped usher in a tumbling kaleidoscope of color and change in every way, holding the throne in Penceforest and the Moors. The young queen with hair feathering in loose and fair tendrils, that seemed delicate, had grown to be as commanding as she was kind in disposition, strong and sweet. There was nothing waiflike about the royal decrees given with the representatives of both kingdoms in assembly.

      Voices rose and fell in the court of Penceforest with the arrival of a prince from a foreign kingdom, announcing their betrothal. His words had immediate impact, for suddenly Aurora grew disbelieving and still, disarmed. This wasn’t possible. Someone would have said something! Someone in the court, who worked for her father. Why didn’t Lord Ortolan tell her about this? It was a possibility he failed to mention, and the sad irony was that he had never spared her details of the sovereign…not even when he attempted to be deceptively kind and justify his betrayal.

      As confusion reigned, Diaval’s shadow pooled behind them all like raven’s wings, moving stealthily and melting so completely along the edge of the chambers that it was easy to believe he had done this a thousand times. Familiar with his movements, Aurora was the only one to notice and watched him wordlessly take his leave. Diaval was a relic of loyalty, forever wedded in his unabashed devotion to both his fledgling and his mistress. The echo of the newcomer’s words would soon be spread in a message; it wouldn’t be long before Maleficent was made aware of exactly what was happening here. Aurora hoped to smooth everything over soon!

      All the little flares of clamor in court quieted as Aurora rose from her carved wooden throne, limned in clear light, glancing sunbeams winking off the brightness of her shimmering hair and crown. She walked toward him, though Aurora waited to speak until the room was cleared of both human and faerie alike. ❝ That was…a rather unexpected announcement, ❞ Aurora said simply, because she was gracious. ❝ Perhaps I should have held a couple members of my court behind, but this seems like a conversation we need to discuss amongst ourselves personally. ❞

      ❝ The papers you have, I’m sure they can be verified as authorized by my father. I was unaware I had been betrothed otherwise this may have been worked out well ahead of your arrival! My father made many decisions for Penceforest that I have found, well, in poor regard for anyone other than himself. ❞ Like a coward, King Stefan shied away from the culmination of his own wicked hopes and plans, mindlessly huddling in the years following the curse that was cast, no better than a slavering madman. She pitied the ruler who lived shackled to greed and blood-violence, the same sick wave King Henry was overcome by on his deathbed. ❝ An arranged marriage sounds like something he would do. Is this something you too are interested in seeing through? ❞ Perhaps this wasn’t the case at all! Aurora sounded hopeful, optimistic even, a quality her godmother could never fathom.

“Yes.”

No knowledge had been denied to him. The best tutors were arranged to shepherd him on his way to become a great king; politics, history, warfare, the building blocks used to create the man standing in the court today. There was a glaring oversight in their program — love. He knew nothing of it, nothing of what drove people to falling, or why anyone would ever want to get married. He had no way of knowing the freedom he was snatching away from Aurora by saying he wanted to go through with it. Love? A happy marriage? What was the importance of these personal things compared to everything else? Clicking his tongue, the Prince tilts his head before his gaze rose again, dark eyes watching her with interest. 

Taking a step closer, he offered the papers for her perusal before stepping back and walking around the room. It was unlike the courts he had seen in his brief travels and paintings. It wasn’t cold and ostentatious, it was beautiful and filled with life. Even with everyone gone, there was still a drum of positive energy running through the air. And it fit everything that he had been told about Aurora. Skeptic that he is, even when he had breathed a sigh of relief that he would have a strong queen by his side, he still doubted that she was as grand as the stories described. 

“I believe you will find this arrangement will benefit both of our kingdoms.” He said walking towards a window. “Our lands are rich, and my people proud and strong.” There were two places he could go next: remind her that a lot of the other kingdoms looked with malicious interest at the fairy-folk and that his army had been able to defend their lands for twenty years, that no other people were better trained to keep invaders out. Or, he could try to appeal at her from a personal level.

Considering he had bursted in here without a proper introduction, he went with the latter, trying to buy some goodwill. “I was raised by fairies too, did you know that? My mother was barely in the castle, so she trusted two fairies to care for me.” 

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beautifulnigtmare​:

normally gareth wouldn’t be caught dead at this kind of event. it was stuffy and boring. however when his fiancé hyacinth asked him to join her, gareth couldn’t say no. there were to be married in 5 weeks, but it felt like forever. he wanted to spend time with her. he smiled ❝i am always happy to accompany you anywhere❞ he whispered ❝you will owe me, you do know that❞ he teased 

“So little faith!” Charming tut is accompanied by two taps in his shoulder before she slips past him to sit down. “Or, perhaps you simply aren’t up to the task of entertaining me. We are to be married, so I thought it was only right I judge your abilities.” She tries to hold back her glee at his words, but while she liked to think of herself as a great actress, she was really just a girl in love, and his words melted and delighted her. 

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which minor jane austen heroine are you?

Eleanor Tilney

You are Eleanor Tilney! Intelligent and shrewd, while you may seem unassuming on the outside, you are able to see things around you for what they are. You have a patient, steadfast and enduring nature, but can often be wistful over the past, and prefer to keep your secrets locked away. Loyal and supportive, you can always be counted on to give good and kind advice to your loved ones - everyone should have a friend like you!

tagged by: @niksnarration​

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which jane austen heroine are you?

catherine morland

idealistic and perhaps a bit naive your head is constantly in the clouds as you float from one dream world to the next. while generally good-humoured and kind you find yourself disappointed when real life doesn't live up to the fantasies in your head. i'm sorry to tell you this but ultimately people are just people no matter how much you want to romanticise them.

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

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& being in love with you without being with you was a punishment I seemed to have to live with

D C de Oliveira from Melancholia “Seventeen”  September 02 2021, 12:0pm . Thursday (via memoryslandscape)

@moretreasurewithin

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rory: deals with any problem in her personal life

rory: i will now remove myself from this narrative

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me in most rewatches: i just don’t get the point of jess, he annoys me, what a dick

me in this rewatch: jess mariano, WHO HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG IN HIS LIFE, is an angel