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[denydefeatarcarchive]

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send “?” for a list of five muses that mun wants to try writing!

Feyre Archeron

Rey Skywalker

River Tam

Morticia Addams (Not show based)

Qui-Gon Jinn (I did used to write him)

[leschanceux]

@ofcatnaps asked for a kiss to prove a point -

remus had never been one for bets or gambling or stupid games in general, but surrounded by a group of his peers - his regular trio of friends plus others - who were all egging him to kiss marlene just to prove that he did know how to kiss ( and that she wouldn't be his first kiss with an actual person ) was something that he obviously wouldn't be able to roll his eyes to get out of. just diving in to plant a kiss on a friend didn't seem very fair, though, and remus really didn't want to end up feeling the effects of some dire hex --- so he'd just planted himself down beside her in the common room to ask if he could kiss her to prove this point first.

luckily, she'd agreed to the kiss, so he leaned in a little awkwardly, lips brushing hers ever so lightly as his eyes automatically slipped closed.

[gccdstories]

@ofcatnaps​ // 

❛ am i supposed to just let you go? ❜ - for az, from elain <3

𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐘, his hand resting on the knob. He doesn’t turn it, however. Doesn’t exit the room. His back is to Elain, because the Shadowsinger knows that if he turns around, if he so much as looks at her, he’ll never be able to walk away. 

And he needs to. Or at least, he should walk away. That’s what everyone keeps telling him. 

Too bad he just doesn’t want to! 

Azriel sighs, his head bowed against the wooden oak of the door. ❝ Elain... ❞ Even her name is spoken as a prayer, a plea. He needs her in his arms, because she is the one he craves beyond everything. He can see her, and she’s the first to see him--truly see him--in ages. 

He doesn’t want to give that up, whatever Rhysand says. 

I don’t care about Lucien. I don’t care about that. He doesn’t know her, want her, deserve her--

But Azriel silences those thoughts. He can’t let his mind darkly turn down those ways. 

[starlsssankt]

@ofcatnaps /

❛ You make me feel, and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. Now. ❜

𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, but the Darkling's lips curl into a slight smile. Like he's amused by them. ❝ Feel what? ❞ he finds himself asking, as the Darkling walks closer, boots hitting the ground in a steady pace. ❝ And why should it stop? ❞

[greyturned]

plots? spare plots?? please? xxxxx

⤏ send me “plots please" and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses!

based on our 'Ben as Qi'ra's adopted son' thing from forever ago - Ben being raised as Qi'ra's heir to her place in the Crimson Dawn and working alongside her within it and just being her little partner in crime while also dealing with his budding Force abilities and the strange 'friend' he has AKA the voices in his head trying to manipulate him.

i am absolutely p much clueless and a noob with limited knowledge to all things GOT/HOTD but I've been thinking about getting into it / trying to find the time for it and I'm lowkey thinking like??? Ben as a Knight or something for Dany?? part of her guard or something idk how it works but if you have any ideas or suggestions I'm all ears

Ben and Rey post-war trying to rebuild the Jedi Order together tho, the two of them traveling to Jedi / Force worlds that Ben knows of / that Luke knows of and new places they find along the way and it's just the two of them and the Falcon for weeks, months at a time on an adventure 👀

[nosaintsandnosinners]

@ofcatnaps​ liked this post for a winter/holiday themed starter from the Dev Tea Room month of prompts!

Day 4 - Reading by the fire when you hear the creak of someone on the stairs

Being alive was certainly a weird, contradictory thing. In many ways, this was an unhappy time. A time of worldly dangers and personal sadness and grief. But on the other hand, on this early evening sitting by the fire with a cozy blanket and a book, Magnus felt more content and relaxed than he had felt in a long while.

The creaking on the stairs brought another layer of mismatched feelings. On one hand, he was still worried about Tessa, but on the other her presence there was a calm and stable light, and he was happy that she was feeling perked up enough to go for walks around town on her own.

He lifted his head when he heard the door opening and smiled at her. "Welcome home, dearest. What pleasures and wonders did marvellous old Paris grace you with on your day out today?"

[aestheticdriven]

@ofcatnaps​ liked this post for a winter/holiday themed starter from the Dev Tea Room month of prompts!

Day 1 -  Decorating/preparing for the festivities to come when the doorbell rings!

Matthew loved the London Institute’s Christmas Ball more than any other celebration or party out there, but he had to admit he was also very fond of the process of setting everything up beforehand. Mostly because the Institute was so big and the ornaments were so many they all always ended up helping put everything together and he loved the chaos and the fun as they all ran around with arms full of ornaments and climbed up and down stairs and talked and laughed to the sound of whatever record Uncle Will had put to play.

He was on his way to the attic to retrieve another box when he heard the doorbell, and since he was already nearby he went to the door and swung it open to welcome the guest. He stopped for a moment when he recognised Cordelia, but soon opened a slow smile at the sight of her.

“Well, hullo. Have you also been enlisted to Aunt Tessa’s army of Christmas elves? Or is there another reason for the visit? Also, I feel like I have to say, but you know you don’t need to ring the doorbell, right? You could walk right in and steal food from the kitchen and spread mud on the carpets and they’d still be delighted you are here.”

[affcgato-archived]

@ofcatnaps gets a Kate.

The staccato trundle of heels across the marble floor is interrupted only by the pop of a champagne cork & the resonating chime of glass flutes as a group of party goers finds their way through the rented ballroom. It's the third gala this year, & her second in this particular space, so the sudden noises don't draw her attention anymore. If anything, they all blend together as she does her best to blend in with the wallpaper.

She's not actually supposed to be here tonight but one of the senior officers had called in with nerve gas poisoning after a tangle with Scarecrow so Jacob Kane had predictably called, & when her father asked, Kate wasn't all that likely to say no. She does occasionally moonlight as a contractor when she's not playing up her ruse as a club owner; that's how she'd found herself overseeing the security for an event she hadn't read up on & had very little familiarity with. Still, there was something to be said for the eye candy.

' Kate Kane, ' she offers her hand, taking note of the woman & drawing on what little she remembers of the cursory event briefing her father had given her. ' and you are? '

[cruelprincae]

@ofcatnaps liked for a whining hurt cardan starter

❛ Juuude, ❜ Cardan whines, for the twentieth time within a span of five minutes. She is sitting at the grant, carved desk of the royal room´s parlor ( simultaneously not close and yet so far away ), head within her hands and muttering somthing he can't make out from under her breath. It's obvious that she's ignoring him, and so, the King pouts and calls out again, this time far louder, to his wife; ❛ Juuuude ! ❜

[masterwcrk]

@ofcatnaps (rey), moved for beta.

if rey had any influence at all over the goings on in naboo’s palace walls, it would be influence used to give her long-time friend a well deserved rest. despite clary’s protests about not needing a break, the handmaiden had wanted nothing more than to offer her at least a moment of respite. she made a mental note to put some of clary’s favourite scented oils in the fresher after the day’s work so that even if she couldn’t take the time to properly relax she could have a few minutes in peace. deft fingers were finally complete of their task and she watched the young queen test out the balance and fit of the ornate headpiece with scrutinising gaze just in case she saw anywhere that might tug or pull thanks to a misplaced pin. thankfully, on this occasion there was only one spot that seemed like it might cause problems later in the day and rey put a hand on clary’s shoulder to steady and pause her for a moment while the former scavenger scrunched her nose and made a slight adjustment so that hopefully clary wouldn’t end up wanting to rip the thing off her head before rey could take it off more delicately.  ❝ i won’t hold you to promises about joining me, clary, only that you try to not carry the entire weight of the galaxy on your shoulders at any given moment. ❞ a request that rey knows is actually somewhat foolish, but one she makes never-the-less. with a little smile offered to her friend, she moved to stand beside her and gave her forearm a gentle squeeze of affection. another mental note was made to ask isabelle to bring the book as requested, before she settled into the place she found herself most comfortable - at clary’s side. ❝ i’ll still worry about you, especially knowing you as well as i do. i see when you’re not getting enough sleep or when you’re spending so much time reading and stewing over these policies that your eyes are as red as your hair. ❞ she teased. ❝ that’s what friends are for, you know. you keep me on as one of your staff because you know i’m here for you to still be that voice that reminds you to come back sometimes, so that’s what i’ll do. ❞ taking a long-suffering breath, rey folded her arms over her chest and glanced around the room that had become her home, ❝ you know i admire you for everything you’ve done, right? ❞

if she stops, she won't be able to start again. that's how long stints like this go & eventually she may have to channel the queens of old & have one of her handmaidens step in as her face so she can give herself at least some breathing room away from the scrutiny of judging eyes. Clary hopes it won't come to that, though - there's still so much she has to do herself, & there's too much riding on it being pulled off delicately but also imminently. she can't ask anyone else to carry this kind of weight, not for something so inconsequential as a night off.

the adjustment helps though, & Clary finds she can stand a bit taller -- metaphorically speaking. it's deceptively light for what it is, but it's one of the most ornate pieces in the Naboo Royal Wardrobe - designed by one of Queen Amidala's handmaidens, if palace lore is to be believed. it's a wearable work of art, but that doesn't mean she enjoys wearing it any longer than she'll have to. ' you know I can't make that promise either, ' the redhead teases lightly. ' Naboo is the center of... so much, and we have much to recover given our history. ' Palpatine's shadow was long, & corrosive even still - the planet was still trying to overcome his pall.

' I know, and I appreciate you - all I do, I do because of you. ' the others, too - it was undeniably - but Rey stood out amongst them all. she remembers finding the girl on that desert outpost & bringing her home. her life was all the better for it, truly. ' when this is all over, I'll truly be able to... rest. ' the election would bring in a new Queen, for sure, but it would also leave Clary exposed so she's not even sure there will be rest even then. time would tell. ' what else is in store for us today? '

[leschanceux]

@ofcatnaps asked “I’m not going to ask for your forgiveness, because I don’t deserve it.” -

Bucky shares the same mindset these days - he's constantly trying to make amends for things that happened in the past, constantly striving to gain forgiveness he doesn’t feel like he deserves - so Natasha’s words cause some amount of sadness to rise in his eyes, an equal amount of empathy in his heart. “Why wouldn’t you deserve my forgiveness? Why do you need to ask for my forgiveness, anyway? Nothing happened.”

[gccdstories]

@ofcatnaps​ //

“I never jest about cake.” - for casteel, from poppy

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓--and genuine affection. Casteel shakes his head. ❝ Now why would I ever think that cake would be such a topic to be jested? ❞ He’s teasing her, yes. He knows he is, but Casteel’s arms snake around Poppy’s waist and pull her closer to him. 

❝ I think there is some left over... from the dinner. ❞

[starlsssankt]

@ofcatnaps​ / alina

❛   I love you, and it’s killing me.   ❜  

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒, once upon a time. He never had expected her to admit such feelings; he’d figured she’d fight him every damn step of the way. 

At least, since she’d run, he’d thought that would always be bound to be the case. Opposites on either side of the chessboard. Doomed to always go against each other. 

❝ Then maybe you should stop, ❞ he sneers, but a part of him wonders even now how to turn her feelings, her admission, to his advantage. If she does love him--for whatever reason--then can he not still have a power to play here? 

❝ I never meant to harm you. ❞ Is it the truth? Perhaps a part of him really does mean such a thing, his feelings towards her such a convoluted mess in his heart, his soul. But he will not, cannot, go back. Cannot undo what he’s already put into motion. 

❝ It was never my intention to... You chose this distance, Alina. ❞

[greyturned]

⚠️ will kiss you aND THEN DIE

Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse.

the kiss was that good idk what else to tell you Rey

[princguard-a]

" Come along, Elain. I suspect you will enjoy the flowers I've picked out for the Summer Solstice."

@ofcatnaps

[worldsfinestknights]

@ofcatnaps for a Diana and Bruce starter!

"Where do you want to go?"

He was definitely nervous. He couldn't remember the last time he'd put real effort into a date. Especially since most of his "dates" were galas that he was expected to attend as a socialite, and he just happened to find someone to hang on his arm for the night.

And he had no idea what he was supposed to do for an Amazonian princess who had lived more lifetimes than he could ever imagine.

So he decided to try doing something that only he could. A private jet out of the States, knowing that they had no responsibilities. They had just arrived at the airstrip, and his pilot was waiting to fill out the flight plans.