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Describe my muse in one sentence.

Can be mean, can be nice, can be calling my muse out, nothing is off the table and anything goes!

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Nobody knows how excited I am to see Elle fanning as Effie in sotr

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SoSS: What is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for her?

The medic glanced about, she then positioned herself upright in the field of flowers she happened to be in." The sweetest? Oh, someone had given me a flower crown as of late!" There were so many things that would flood her mind, how her friends acted out in kindness. But the flowers were always something memorable.

"It was sweet, well made and decorated, how they wove with love and precision, I couldn't help but happily take and place it on my head!"

( @turning-through-the-never )

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Anonymously tell my muse something you'd never say to their face.

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"Everytime i looked at people hoping to feel alive, The walls of my room whispered... come back to us."

— sleepless_nights

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Shadows and old friends.

After the medic's high end adventure, she now continues, having gotten on the wagon that trailed and snaked its way to undercity, her destination was of brill, the graveyard for that matter. Humming as her hues watched the shadow of the giant that pulled the wagon, it had been many years since she had visited her old teacher here, it brought back good and fond memories along the way.

Passing the twisting trees of old, the dead wood that creaked with each passing breeze, things slowly came back to her, she was getting closer her excitement started to bubble, but also fear twisted within her gut. To face her teacher, to ask if he can help or offer advice.

Once the wagon stopped, she slid from the wood planting her bare feet on the ground. It was a bit rocky but it didn't bother her all too much. She shifted and took up her large yellow backpack and put it on. Stepping one foot in front of the other, a small pep in her step. She would slowly make her way to the graveyard they first met.

Passing the gates, an eerie glow and feel of the air changed, this graveyard was so old and it clearly screamed it, ivy took its place on the tooms, a familiar backside and robes caught her eyes, a smile slowly stole her face now, it has been a while. Not like they could meet in Dalaran anymore. That was in shambles.

“Do you remember, what I told you last time, little one”foul did not turn to her, not now. His eyes cast to the grave where he was once buried before being risen without his consent, to join the undead scourge, he has long since been free for decades but it was still fresh as the breeze that passed, his dead body no longer able to feel its warmth.

“Yes sir. About how the shadows made their way into the minds of others, thanks to others' research into the orc's fel magic from the gate.” The history that still haunted many, for generations still even, the cults it brought, the madness that was within others, artifacts and tomes alike.

“Have you ever…. Touched a cursed artifact?” He slowly looked over his shoulders, watching her blonde hair dance with the winds, her eyes seemed lost in thought now, this pleased the man. It was always a joy to see the golden medic think and get her wheels turning.

A hand soon curled around her chin, trying to recall such events; realizing now, her eyes widened, her mouth opened as she dropped her hand to her side, looking to him, a gasp escaped as she began to tremble. It had been a decade ago. But it now bothers her.”When… when I was with the mercenaries… we had come across a dagger, it was old…”

Could this have been the crack in her armor? No, the shadows have always been there since she was very young. When she did have the dagger though, whispers feathered deep within her mind, a beckoning call to her. In the end her friend Talanastia had taken it, so the medic didn't have to carry around the cursed artifact, trying to remember, she swore the mage had dispelled it.

But memories eluded her, she was going to need to confirm this personally. Her fears slowly become a reality, the shadows slowly called, clawing deep within. Her eyes shimmered with a small hint of void behind them. Deep in thought, trying to press the ever relentless shadows

Foul shifted, noticing the small flickers at her feet, the eyes that seemed clouded from her normal blue-green fell hues. He knew she was going to get lost before he could even help guide, the leaves and grass bent into his decayed feet as he made a quick stride to the medic, daring not to touch her just yet.”Kara…”

She did not hear him, only the shadows that spoke, the fears that screamed, memories of the past that was to haunt her, the dagger within her mind's eye so clear, from the make of its twisted dark hilt, the jewel that glowed a ominous hue of black and green. The shadows flicker from her silhouette, slowly the void of it crept up her feet, a very slow process.

‘We were always here… healer of false….’

‘The dagger, it has carved where your hands can't reach.’

‘We are here, we will warm you- where the light can not touch.’

Laughter filled her head, shifting backwards some, eyes wide, body trembled. Trying to swallow but it felt so closed, it always did when the shadows spoke, when they slithered within. Every breath she took was shaken, small gasps, the shadows went faster now, twisting her normal body into darkness, most of the shadows oozed from her shoulders.

Foul quickly took his hands to her face that remained untouched for now, delicate, he brushed his hand, the flesh of it curving to her form.”Kara, breath. I am here. Look at me.” His yellow glowing eyes in search of her ever loving gaze she normally wore. Feeling her body tremble made him feel useless at this point. He was no expert in this field, not for her.

“Drown them out. Listen to my voice.” His tone was calm and collected, raspy but held a smoothness to it. He needed her focus, even if it was for a moment, his hands softly glowed as he stepped closer to her form, his head bowing to nearly touch hers.

While stuck within the shadows ever laughing voices a crack was heard, gasping breath was given, hearing fouls voice was faint, but she tried to slowly find it, past the void whispers, past her fears that screamed. Slowly, her panicked eyes slowly found fouls, narrowing and a squint as tears welled, breathing hurt, it burned.

Her hands slowly flexed, her gaze focused, her ears open for his voice she felt so longing for. She needed his help, she needed help in general. “F…foul..” her words trembled from her lips, the shadows slowly fell from her form, she slowly became herself, hands going to him that laid on her cheeks.

Once the shadows slithered away fully back at her feet and he sighed out long and hard, he gently used his thumb, what was left of it, being careful not to scratch her with the bone.”Thought i'd lost you there. Kara, we need to find you someone.”

‘No one, can help you medic.’

‘You will suffer alone, like you always have.’

The voices clawed, her eyes shifted, fear settled within her gaze.”Foul. What if no one can?”her voice trembling, her words held her uneasiness, the voices crept and clawed, reminding her she would be alone again.

“I'm sure there are experts, someone who can reach where I dare not go. I'll send word, I'll find someone to aid you.” He was sure he needed to do this swiftly. She needed help where he could not. He dared not. Releasing his touch from her he gave a faint half smile, clearly he was worried.”I'll send word, or send someone. Keep safe little medic.” With that he turned, shifting around her. He was a man on a mission now, only to stop and look at her from behind. Noticing a blue dancing rune pulsating on the back of her neck.”Kara, did you get a tattoo?”

Confused, both from the shadows and now this question, her mind was a blur, but surely not that blurry.”I have not.. what?”confused truly. What is he was even talking about?

He stepped to her, shifting the blonde hair away, gently pulling the liac dress down to see, dancing blue ruins pulsed, old ones at that.”A tracking rune?” His voice was confused, giving her shoulder a glance.

“Wha?.. Can you remove it?” Her mind was already bogged, now a tracker ruin was on her? She slowly tried to recall, the only magic wielders she had been around as of late was at the ruins of dalaran…. Couldn't be Talanastia, her main focus was fire wielding. Oh…. Her mind finally clicked, Zayie was around her, he was always hovering as a protector.”Zayie….” She did NOT grant this man permission to touch her, yet he dared somehow do so? Was it when she was asleep in the tent?

The undead slowly traced it, hearing a name he did not know of.. yet… he gently wiped it with a dispel. Happy about this work as it pulled into a blue glowing crystal from her body, he gripped this midair and crushed it into fine dust.”All done. Now, medic. Don't let the shadows win.” He soon left from her backside, to return to the undercity.

When he left her fully, when she heard no more footsteps she dropped to her knees, hands to her face trying to muffle the cries now. She felt so small, she felt so helpless. She hates this. Her left hand went to her lilac dress above her heart and clinched the fabric.”I hate this, I hate you!” She screamed into the empty graveyard, her aim was at the shadows that riddled her mind. She knew they heard. They were calm-for now.

Her head hurts. She had too much on her plate, she wanted to escape, to be normal again, to be within the arms of her friends.

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“I am the sum of the sorrows I have survived.”

— Kivanc Ayla, The Fathers of Hell 

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TMI Tuesday!

Ask my characters anything, no matter how invasive! Ask for advice on any matter! Confess anything to them! Nothing is off-limits on TMI Tuesday! Practice good question karma! Send an ask to the person you reblog this from!

Anon in ON!

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The Soul selects her own Society —

Then — shuts the Door —

To her divine Majority —

Present no more —

by Emily Dickinson

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Romance Dialogue Starters

Tender / Confessional Moments

"Come here. Just for a minute."

"You don’t have to be strong all the time."

"Stay. Please, just stay."

"You make me feel safe. That’s terrifying."

"I missed you so much it hurt."

"When I’m with you, I forget to be afraid."

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?"

"You’re not a burden. You never were."

"I wish I’d met you sooner."

"You’re my favorite ‘what if.’"

Protective/Overprotective Behavior

"Where were you? I’ve been calling for hours."

"You could’ve died, you idiot."

"Don’t ever scare me like that again."

"Next time, I’m going with you. No arguments."

"You’re hurt. Let me see."

"I’m not letting you do this alone."

"Overreacting? You bled through your shirt!"

"You think I care what they say? I care about you."

"If anything happens to you, I’ll burn the whole damn world down."

Conflicted Longing

"If I kiss you now, I won’t be able to stop."

"We can’t do this." – "Then don’t look at me like that."

"You’re the last person I should want."

"Tell me to go, and I will."

"I want to hate you. But I don’t."

"This changes everything."

"Just tonight. Just this once."

"You’re always in my head. I hate it."

"You deserve better. But I’m selfish."

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Sinful or Sweet Sunday

For when you’re feeling equally naughty and nice!

Send my character(s): -Sinful or sweet questions! -Sinful or sweet confessions! -Sinful or sweet rumors you’ve heard about them! -Sinful or sweet comm messages! -Sinful or sweet headcanons you have for our characters! -What their sexiest or sweetest traits are according to your character!

Finish the sentence in my asks with something sinful or sweet: - “If I had you for one night…” - “If I were dating you…” - “I think you should…”

ANON IS ON!

Don’t forget to practice good question/reblog karma!