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just a tiny psa that i love plotting and talking hcs and character dynamics so like,,, pls feel free to hit me up on di.scord at shay#4205 

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“You’re very quiet. You didn’t say a word on the way home.“

bbc merlin season 4.

her sisters are asleep, farther away from her than ever before; prudence on her left, simmering with rage, agatha on her right, cold with death. that’s why dorcas slips out of her bed, the one in the middle, unable to tolerate the terrible LONELINESS of not having them curled into her sides. she looks back once, twice, every time she takes a step forward, until she’s finally out of the dorms, standing alone in the hallway.

unsurprisingly, she meets nick in one of the halls. they always seemed to share that dreadful inability to sleep properly. this is a scene played out time and time again, a dance they’ve danced before: they sit down on the nearest bench, and he wraps an arm around her. she leans into him, breathes in, tries to stop the trembling in her hands. the familiarity of him is almost frightening----he’s the closest she’s ever let anyone who isn’t her sisters come.

but nick always manages to prove himself worthy of the closeness, even if it’s at the very last moment. after the silence stretches for a while, he tells her she’s been quiet - dorcas is late to realize this isn’t like her, that usually she’s quite chatty even in the middle of the night, and OF COURSE he’d notice - and she just sighs in response.

a few moments pass again before she can bring herself to speak, takes a deep, shuddering breath. she raises her gaze from the floor to meet his eyes. “maybe I just don’t like that my sister died,” she tells him, defiantly, chin up and lips puckered, like she’s daring him to even try and think of her as VULNERABLE----but blue eyes shine with tears under the dim light, and nick knows her well. too well for her own liking, sometimes. another sigh escapes her, and she presses her forehead into the curve of his throat. he’s cold against her, just like always. it’s a strange sort of comfort.

“I know you’re on sabrina’s side,” he always is, ever since she’d joined the academy, and dorcas swallows around her bitterness at that and tries not to sound too venomous (because nicky is theirs, whether he likes it or not, and they’re his), “but killing agatha...”

the image penetrates her mind again, haunts her BRUTALLY, so much so that she can’t fathom how she’s the only plauged by it, how nick is so steady beside her, how prudence is sleeping so peacefully in her bed. agatha’s slit throat, blood almost black on the forest floor. sabrina’s triumphant features. prudence’s cold disinterest in their sister’s life. dorcas’ heart, beat-beat-beating in her chest (horror and grief and shock all sing in her ribcage, all weighing her down, pulling her to the earth, where agatha is). her sister’s isn’t, anymore. even after agatha rises, there’s a chill in dorcas’ blood, a weight in her bones that hadn’t been there before. she would do anything to get rid of it. she has to remind herself that her sister is alive now, asleep in her bed like always, before----before--------

but NO, it’s too late, of course she’s already crying, tears flowing down her cheeks like rivers. nick’s fingers thread through red curls in a well-practiced gesture, and suddenly dorcas shrinks in on herself, hates that somehow he’s always seeing her like this.

still, he soothes her, and eventually, she isn’t sure after how long, the weeping stops. “I couldn’t----couldn’t speak.” her voice is thick and raw. “I tried and I couldn’t.” she hates admitting that, remembering the ACHE in her throat, the way she’d closed up, muscles clenched so tight she had felt could almost burst. a hand comes up to wipe away her tears before nick does it himself----that feels much weaker, somehow. much softer. too soft for the likes of them. the likes of her. she hurriedly does it, wills herself to stop crying. don’t be a baby, prudence’s voice says in her head, but she can recognize it’s just her own mind berating her, and not her sister suddenly awake and on her way to chastise dorcas for whatever emotion it is she’s feeling this time.

“we should sleep,” the words come quietly as she detches herself from him, immediately cold. but then, as she stands, she offers him a hand and he takes it. his hand is warm in hers, firm, not like the fleeting touch of pinkies she’s used to. she can’t say she hates it. they walk, hand in hand, until they reach the girls’ dorms. at the door, dorcas lets herself be pulled into a hug, lets herself bask in it for a momant, like breeze, like sunlight. “good night, nicky,” dorcas says, and offers one last tentative smile before she ducks into her room, feeling, inexplicably, BETTER.

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but is it even poetry if it doesn’t haunt you a little?

[thrrice]

WHO SAID YOU CAN’T WEAR A FLOWER CROWN AND STILL REMAIN A FEARSOME THING ?

ind. sel. low activity dorcas night. penned by shay.

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[thrrice]

[ smooches ]

valentine’s interactions. [ smooches ]  to kiss my muse on the lips.

lupercalia is almost upon us.

the thought is relentless, spoken into her mind with prudence’s voice ( she can’t even tell if it’s their telepathy or just her own mind scolding her. ) it nibbles at the edges of her consciousness like an itch----which she tries very hard not to scratch, and fails miserably. lupercalia is coming, nearing at a frightening pace, and here she is once again: poor, poor dorcas. the desperate sister. the leftover. she grinds her teeth.

prudence is the queen of the academy - she has been for years, even before they’d started their studies. she can have anyone she wants, and she does. last year she’d gotten nicky. this year, well. dorcas can’t remember his name, but he has this straight nose and these plump lips and these broad shoulders and OH, she despises him!

and agatha. dorcas doesn’t want to hold a grudge - she loves her sister dearly, and she would never deny her anything she asked for. so when agatha had said, decisively, that nick is HERS this year, dorcas had sewed her mouth shut in a tight-lipped smile and nodded her head. submissive. docile. whatever it takes for her sisters to love her.

perhaps she had wanted nick. perhaps he is the only boy at the academy she actually likes, one of the few whose names she bothers to remember. but now here she is, all alone in an abandoned hallway. forsaken. left behind. AGAIN.

until there’s a voice behind her, soft and melodic. she turns to face ambrose spellman.

it takes a moment for her to realize she’s pouting, brows furrowed and arms crossed, legs folded under her; all the makings of an angry toddler. she attempts to compose herself, but it’s too late. judging by the grin on his face, ambrose has already taken her in, in all her childish glory. and then he asks what’s wrong.

dorcas is speaking before she can stop herself, before she can think, a pout pulling on her lips again. “I don’t like that no one likes me,” is what comes out, and it sounds stupid, and whiny, so she decides to continue. can’t get any worse than this. “it’s lupercalia and I’m all alone,” her voice is tender and sad. “again.”

ambrose sits down beside her, and there’s a buzzing in dorcas’ ears, so she barely hears him when he says that TECHNICALLY it isn’t lupercalia yet, and that he’s right there so she’s not alone anymore, and that-------

dorcas turns so they’re face to face, thighs only barely brushing, her frown fully twisting her features now. she stares at him, unable to say anything more----she’s already shown far too much vulnerability for one day. she hopes he still thinks she’s pretty, at least. she doesn’t have much else left at this point. or, that’s what she thinks, but then ambrose spellman, ever so unpredictable to her, ever the mystery, cups her cheek gently and leans closer.

before she knows what’s happening, he’s kissing her, and dorcas decides that maybe being sad is okay, if this is what it gets you.

his hand comes to hold the back of her neck, his palm somehow rough and smooth at the same time, fingers digging into her skin but also barely there. she has never understood him and she doesn’t think she ever will, but right now, that doesn’t feel like it matters. she kisses him back, softly at first. and then not so much.

hand on his jaw, the other on his shoulder, dorcas lets herself be pulled into his lap as the kiss continues. he’s warm and soft against her, a hard body, a gentle soul. she likes it, kisses him harder, swallowing the sounds he makes in the back of his throat. dorcas smiles against his lips and bites, gently, as gently as she ever has. she feels LOVELY when he touches her, a small miracle. fingers grab at her thigh, weave into her hair, he’s everywhere, a shadow, a ghost, an embrace, holding her like she’s both dangerous and fragile. she likes it. she’s never been this breathless before.

it doesn’t even matter to her if ambrose is the most exprienced in this department, or the most talented, or if he’s been under house arrest for almost a century until very recently. she’ll be alright with anything if he just keeps doing whatever it is that he’s doing, that thing that makes her feel like something that’s worthy of worship. she sighs into his mouth and he drinks it down, caressing her. adoring her. she’s never been adored----she hadn’t imagined it would feel like THIS.

when they finally pull back for air, panting into each other’s mouths, she looks at him with wonder, like he’s a dark woods, a tornado of flowers, a wildfire. he feels like it, she thinks as she moves away, sliding back into her seat beside him. a wonder of nature. a storm of warmth. disasterous. beautiful.

 she likes him more than she’d expected to, and then something dawns on her.

“so,” she starts, and she’s grinning, wide, genuine, just a little mischievous. “you and me. lupercalia.” a moment passes in silence and her smile falters. she leans a little closer, touches her hand to his knee. it might not be visible but she’s trembling inside: insecure, frightened. terrified of being rejected again. “right?”

when he nods a giggle escapes her, and finally, she rises to her feet and leaves, with one last look over her shoulder. she’s pleased, content. warm. she hums to herself even as she hears screaming in her head, a thousand alarms going off all at once. prudence won’t like this!

for once, dorcas just can’t bring herself to care.

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❣️                             VALENTINES   INTERACTIONS !

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours ) !

[ be my valentine ]  to ask my muse to be your muse’s valentine.

[ ring in a box ]  to propose to my muse.

[ box of chocolates ]  to give my muse a box of chocolates.

[ romantic song ]  to serenade my muse with a romantic song.

[ flowers ]  to hand my muse a bouquet of their favourite flowers.

[ smooches ]  to kiss my muse on the lips.

[ cheek kiss ]  to kiss my muse on the cheek.

[ lingerie ]  to gift my muse sexy lingerie.

[ dinner ]  to ask my muse out to a fancy dinner.

[ breakfast ]  to surprise my muse with breakfast in bed.   

[ confession ]  to confess romantic feelings to my muse.

[ love letter ]  to give my muse a love letter.

[ chefs kiss ]  to cook my muse their favourite meal.

[ oversized teddy ]  to gift my muse a giant teddy bear.

[ cheesy ]  to tell my muse a cheesy pickup line ( bonus if you include the line ).   

[ chocolate strawberries ]  to gift my muse chocolate covered strawberries.

[ rom com ]  to have a rom com movie marathon with my muse.

[ jealousy ]  to get jealous that my muse has a different valentine.

[ bake off ]  to challenge my muse to a heart-shaped cake bake off.

[ slow dance ]  to slow dance with my muse.

[ bubble bath ]  to soak in a warm bubble bath with my muse.

[ rose petals ]  to throw a handful of rose petals over my muse.

[thrrice]

bbc merlin : season 4 ... sentence starters

“Bad news. He’s still alive.”

“Sometimes you puzzle me.“

“You’re meant to be… dying.“

“You stink worse than your food!”

“You don’t ever do as you’re told.“

“Really? Was that a compliment?“

“You ever heard of the word ‘sorry’?”

“Is this really as fast as you can walk?“

“You can’t blame me for my father’s sins.“

“That is when the worms are most active.“

“His heart his broken and his spirit is gone.“

“My magic is useless against them. I’ve tried.“

“In my grief, I let you infect me with your hate.“

“That one’s ancient. Probably wouldn’t hurt a fly.“

“You’re not going to die. Don’t be such a coward.”

“You know, you’re a brave man… between battles.”

“You don’t know how many times I’ve saved your life.“

“Hm. I would give up my own kingdom to be so loved.“

“Fine. If it means we get there quicker, I will carry you.“

“Does anything strike you as odd about these bodies?“

“All the things I’ve faced… I never worried about dying.“

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry before, not like that.“

“Choose your next words carefully. They may be your last.“

“You’re very quiet. You didn’t say a word on the way home.“

“What the hell are you doing creeping around in the woods?“

“You can’t risk exposing yourself like this. It’s too dangerous.“

“What is wrong with you? Why can you never just let me be?“

“Trust me. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s keeping secrets.“

“Well, don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.“

“Me? You seemed to be doing a pretty good job of that yourself.“

“I never once questioned their loyalty. I do wonder if I deserve it.“

“This man is a shadow of his former self. A shadow with ill intent.“

“Ha. If I ever become king, I’m gonna have you made court jester.“

“One day, you will understand just how much they’ve done for you.”

“I take it you didn’t come all this way just to smash my favorite pot.“

“That’s if you hadn’t been such an arrogant, pompous, dollop head.“

“Great. How long have I got? How long before this thing wakes up?“

“You’re consumed by bitterness. It spreads within you like a disease.”

“It’s not my life that’s pitiable. It’s yours. You’ve waste it… for nothing.“

“I always thought if things had been different, we’d’ve been good friends.”

“I do feel that dancing is best performed in youth and appreciated in age.“

“So, if you haven’t come all this way to kill me, why have you come here?”

“Yes, I sought revenge, but that does not mean it was the right thing to do.“

“Well, if you did want to hurt a fly, or even a human, what would YOU use?“

“All I know for sure is that I’ve lost both my parents to magic. It is… pure evil.“

“And when it came for me, I felt this emptiness. I couldn’t breathe. I’m scared.“

“I want you to bring me peace. You must right the wrong that was done to me.“

“You mean to tell me that you’ve been wandering around in the woods all night?“

“Questions, so many questions! For once in your life, will you just do as you’re told?”

“Mmm. The chicken is good. It’s a nice broth… What do you know about necromancy?”

“All right. It’s true. I came back ‘cause you’re the only friend I have and I couldn’t bear to lose you.“

“But this is your chance… your chance to escape your meaningless life, your worthless existence.”

“You’re wrong. Don’t think I don’t understand loyalty just because I’ve got no one left to be loyal to.“

“That’s the way these things work, I’m afraid. You get the glory when you’re not around to appreciate it.“

“I cared about these people. I… I don’t understand. What have I done wrong? Why do they hate me?“

“I appreciate that. In your very confused way you’re only trying to help, but, please… don’t do it again.“

“You’ve always shown mercy in battle. You’ve never sought to humiliate your enemy in this way. This isn’t like you.“

“Or we could just do it now — whatever it is that we’re doing — in the dark, when it’s incredibly scary and dangerous.“

“Well, I think we’re safe, for now, but we need to find you some kind of disguise. You’re too conspicuous in those clothes.“

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𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

    change any gendered language to your needs.  ♡

“   you  don’t  have  to  hide  your  tears  from  me .   ” “   you’re  doing  great ,   okay ??   i mean it .   ” “   you  are  so  strong .   ” “   please  don’t  ever  give  up .   ” “   i  will  always  believe  in  you .   ” “   why  do  you  always  think  you  have  to  do  everything  on  your  own ??   ” “   it’s  okay ,   i’m  here .   i’ll  always  be  here .   ” “   you’ve  always  been  strong  for  me .   let  me  return  the  favor .   ” “   just  listen  to  my  heartbeat ,   okay ??   ” “   come  on ,   take  a  deep  breath .   it’s  gonna  be  alright .   ” “   please ,   just  hold  me .   ” “   you  always  meant  the  world  to  me .   i’m  sorry  i  let  you  forget  that .   ” “   i  never  stopped  loving  you .   ” “   you’ll  feel  better  if  you  talk  about  it .   i’m  here  to  listen .   ” “   you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ” “   i  forgive  you .   ” “   you  are  so  fucking  powerful .   ” “   i’m  not  leaving  you  here .   ” “   i  trust  you  more  than  anyone  else  in  this  universe .   ” “   it’s  okay  to  be  confused .   nobody  has  all  the  answers .   ” “   i’m  so ,   so  sorry .   you  didn’t  deserve  that .   ” “   healing  is  not  linear ,   but  it’s  always  moving  forward .   ” “   you  can  admit  that  you’re  hurting .   it’s  okay  to  not  be  okay .   ” “   hold  my  hand ??   ” “   you  are  my  home .   ” “   no  matter  what  anyone  else  says ,   you  are  so  important  to  me .   ” “   don’t  worry .   i’ll  protect  you .   ” “   shh ,   it  was  just  a  nightmare .   you’re  safe .   ” “   don’t  talk  about  yourself  like  that .   ” “   just  say  the  word .   you  know  i’d  do  anything  for  you .   ” “   you  are  loved .   ” “   i  just  need  a  hug .   ” “   i’ll  destroy  anything  that  so  much  as  thinks  of  harming  you .   ” “   don’t  ever  let  anyone  make  you  feel  ashamed  of  who  you  are .   ” “   you’re  not  alone .   you’re  stuck  with  me  forever .   sorry .   ” “   well ,   hello  sleeping  beauty .   you  fell  asleep  on  me .   ” “   if  you  don’t  take  your  butt  back  to  bed ,   i  will  carry  you  there  myself .   ” “   i’m  sorry  to  wake  you  up ,   but  i  really  need  someone  to  talk  to .   ” “   i  hate  seeing  you  like  this   …   please ,  let  me  help .   ” “   you  are   &   always  will  be  precious  to  me .   ” “   i  can’t  believe  that  asshole  said  that  to  you .   it’s  not  true ,   you  know .    ” “   you  want  me  to  punch  him  in  the  face  ??   ” “   you  deserve  every  good  thing  in  the  world .   ” “   you  know  i  always  have  your  back .   ” “   you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  anything ,   as  long  as  i’m  around .   ” “   stop  apologizing ,   okay ??   i’ve  already  told  you  i’ve  forgiven  you  a  hundred  times now .   ” “   don’t  beat  yourself  up  over  this .   be  kind  to  yourself ,   it’s  not  your  fault .   ”

[thrrice]

look i hated s4 as much as the rest of yall sane minded people, but dorcas coming back as some kind of ghost is a Concept

[thrrice]

** evermore sentence starters.

willow.

“ i’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night. ”

“ you cut through like a knife. ”  

“ i never would have known from the look on your face. ” 

“ the more that you say, the less I know. ”

“ i’m begging for you to take my hand. ”  

“ life was a willow and it bent right to your wind. ”

“ i could feel you sneakin’ in. ”

“ you are a mythical thing. ”  

“ i come back stronger than a ‘90s trend. ”

“ wait for the signal and I’ll meet you after dark. ”

“ show me the places where the others gave you scars. ”

“ anywhere else is hollow. ”  

champagne problems.

“ you booked the night train for a reason. ”

“ bustling crowds or silent sleepers, not sure which is worse. ”   

“ i dropped your hand while dancing. ”  

“ your mom's ring is in your pocket, my picture is in your wallet. ”

“ your heart was glass and I dropped it. ”

“ you told your family for a reason. ”

“ you couldn’t keep it in. ”

“ no one’s celebrating. ”

“ your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems. ”

“ love slipped beyond your reaches. ”

“ this dorm was once a madhouse. ”

“ don’t think we’ll say that word again. ”

“ sometimes you just don’t know the answer. ”

“ she would’ve made such a lovely bride. ”  

“ what a shame she’s fucked in the head. ”

“ she’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred. ”

gold rush.

“ eyes like sinking ships on waters, so inviting I almost jump in. ” 

“ i don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch. ”

“ everybody wants you. ”

“ everybody wonders what it would be like to love you. ”

“ i don’t like that falling feels like flying 'til the bones crush. ”

“ what must it be like to grow up that beautiful ? ”

“ i see me padding across your wooden floors. ”

“ it fades into the gray of my day-old tea. ”

“ it could never be. ”

“ my mind turns your life into folklore. ”

“ i can’t dare to dream about you anymore. ”

“ the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure. ”

'tis the damn season.

“ If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would have asked you. ”

“ it’s the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass. but I felt it when I passed you. ”

“ there’s an ache in you. ”

“ but if it’s all the same to you, it’s the same to me. ”

“ you could call me "babe” for the weekend. ”

“ the road not taken looks real good now. ”

“ the holidays linger like bad perfume. ”

“ you can run, but only so far. ”  

“ i escaped it too. ”

“ remember how you watched me leave ? ”

“ now I’m missing your smile. ”  

“ hear me out, we could just ride around. ”

“ i won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay. ”

“ i wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I’m faking. ”

“ the heart I know I’m breakin’ is my own. ”

“ we could call it even, even though I’m leavin’. ”  

tolerate it.

“ i notice everything you do or don’t do. ”

“ you’re so much older and wiser. ”

“ if it’s all in my head tell me now. ”

“ tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow. ”

“ i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it. ”

“ i greet you with a battle hero’s welcome. ”

“ i take your indiscretions all in good fun. ”

“ while you were out building other worlds, where was I? ”

“ where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire? ”

“ i made you my temple, my mural, my sky. ”

“ i’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life. ”

“ always taking up too much space or time. ”

“ you assume I’m fine. ”

“ what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins. ”  

“ took this dagger in me and removed it. ”

no body, no crime.

“ he did it. ”

“ it smells like infidelity. ”

“ that ain’t my merlot on his mouth. ”

“ i think I’m gonna call him out. ”

” i think he did it, but I just can’t prove it. “

“ no body, no crime. ”

“ i ain’t lettin’ up until the day I die. ”  

“ his mistress moved in. ” 

“ there ain’t no doubt. ”

“ somebody’s gotta catch him out. ”

“ i’ve cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene. ”

“ they think she did it, but they just can’t prove it. ”  

“ i wasn’t lettin’ up until the day he died. ”

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[thrrice]

           𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄,            𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃.             ind. pri. sel.         𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐍        from         The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina,       with heavy book influences.              loved and cherished by infinity.                   the phrase ‘in the novels’ is a common occurrence here. 

[thrrice]

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[thrrice]

i watched s4 and ,, boi ,,,,,, what a Mess

[thrrice]

expect dorcas to be a paradox. that’s what she is and what she always has been: commanding and obedient, a leader and a follower, observant and ditzy, confident and insecure, morbid and romantic, cruel and caring, hard and soft. she is full of opposite qualities that all exist within her at the same time. it all depends on the situation, who she’s with etc. she will often adapt herself to the situation because she seeks approval, so... don’t assume you know her, don’t presume to know what she will do next. she isn’t sure of herself and who she is, she isn’t stable, and she will never be predictable.

[thrrice]

i am politely asking to be fucked underneath the stars