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TRUTH + salva ... whats ur type & are u single. asking for a friend

❛ door is third to the left once you walk in.   ❜ 

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salva. fmk: haspira, ophelia, andrés

fuck:  ophelia. disrespectfully. marry:  haspira. k(iss): andrés.

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salva: aleksei, felix, reuben FMK

fuck:   aleksei. marry: reuben. k(iss):  felix. respectfully.

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for muses of your choice !! 😈 👚👛🌸

🌸 — picking flowers !  for a headcanon about a time my muse went out of their way to pick and then give someone flowers, who was it and why ?

vero de la rosa .

the first time had been two decades prior in a village he'd been taken to, a last stop before their final destination; meeting with the king & receiving punishment ( a life of incarceration or eternal sleep ). they'd been sailing long enough for diego to develop mercy, removing the cuffs that had embedded themselves into vero's wrists, fingers flexing as they hovered over each & every gem that market sellers offered up with boastful roars. shockingly, he hadn't taken a single thing, much to diego's confusion as he confronted him with the intention of stern lecture. in the midst of his speech, vero had removed his hands from his back, revealing a dainty flower that had been picked from a nearby bush, leaving the prince quiet as he placed it behind his ear. in a bout of mockery, lips parting & ready to comment with snide, he's instead, silencing himself. a heat would curl in his gut as a soft breeze brushed away soft curls, brown eyes staring right back at him. suffice to say, it's a sight vero's never forgotten, tattooed at the very forefront of his brain; took everything in him not to plant a very different seed right then & there. as their children grew into toddlers, he'd lift them up & make them hide an array of florals in their father's hair, placing bets on how many they could leave in before he noticed.

👚 — pretty in pink !  for a headcanon about my muses wardrobe looks like and what their favourite colour to wear is.

salvador najafi .

the grand vizier is not modest in the slightest & therefore, doesn't shy away from bright colors. perhaps even a not - so - subtle reveal of skin ( unlaced undershirts with collarbones in sight, unbuckled pants with a flash of pelvic muscles, etc ). he doesn't particularly have a favorite color, however red & white have become engraved in each physical representation of the ottoman empire, symbols worn against pressed uniform during business affairs. when attending matters of war or rebellion he wears black in a subtle nod of respect for his people, especially those who have been lost due to mustafa's greed & lust for supremacy.

👛 — personal effects ! for a headcanon about what my muse keeps on them ( in their bag or similar carry item ), and why they always have these things on their person day - to - day.

oksana markov .

the dowager is most known for her broody aura so it certainly shouldn't come as a surprise that if push comes to shove during an altercation & she skirts a long manicured palm up her thigh, a dagger will find itself at the small of their throat. she doesn't have a bag, instead, keeps it tucked & hidden away in a leather slot hooked around the meat of her leg. apart from this she has the locks of her children's first ever haircuts in a small metal bottle around her neck that she keeps as a spiritual spell for luck & safety among them.

😈 — something chaotic this way comes ! for a headcanon about a time where my muse acted mischievously or ‘chaotically.’

wolfram wagner .

some would say threatening to kill &/or gravely injure the sultan, sultana & prince of iran has to be somewhere on that list. but if you asked on a genuine note, shoving your tongue down a certain felonious russian lord's throat despite never indulging in certain actions, much less thoughts about the opposite sex doesn't compare in the slightest & is at best, child's play.

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💋 ( any of your muses )

💋  —  never been kissed ?  a headcanon about my muses first kiss, who it was with & how they felt about it.

wolfram wagner .

to absolutely no one's surprise wolfram has only allowed a select few people to come in close contact with him — not for reasons expected, however. arrogance does not play a factor in his decision to steer clear of intimacy. his first kiss had been a childhood friend growing up. someone who'd taught him how to behave like an actual person: eating with proper utensils & not your fingers, acknowledging those who've acknowledged you first when entering a room, not speaking everything that comes to mind ( though unfortunately, this remains a work in progress ). ❝ i want to make sure that the first person who kisses you, loves you. okay ? ❞ a line spoken before she'd kissed him & left prussia the night thereafter. to this day he's unsure what to make of it, never truly allowing himself to think about it too much for fear of forgotten feelings that might resurface.

salvador najafi .

it had been during one of his training lessons. freshly fifteen & angry at himself about the sultan's lecture moments prior. not good enough. harder. faster. progress he believed to have made flushed down the drain with a simple word: ❝ disappointing. ❞ he'd been given new sparring partners, now soldiers at the very frontline of the empire's growing army. a girl, soft brown eyes that'd hypnotized him from the right & the black curls of a shorter boy flanking him at the left. mind frazzled within seconds as they overpowered him with ease, the hilt of his sword at salva's throat & the sole of her boot against the warmth pitting in his stomach. and well, the rest is history. suffice to say it's one of the best coming - of - age memories he has.

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be honest... you sometimes think a little more about haspira than you should

❛ she's not easy to forget, is she ? . . . and why would i want to anyway ? ❜

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🗣 salva & haspira

❛ i kept having these visions when i was . . . . . . asleep for those days. something vibrant, a white noise that calmed my nerves when i'd wake but still couldn't open my eyes. thought it was in my head. a last resort to keep me from moving on. but, it was real.  she was real and exactly that. a vision. ❜