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maybe ♡ for a starter? 👉👈 idk i'm feeling inspired rn. please specify which muse or fandom you would like it from. muse list.

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𝑻̳𝑯̳𝑰̳𝑺̳ 𝑽̳𝑶̳𝑰̳𝑫̳ ,̳ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿᵃˡ ...

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i am curious to see a woman fighting equally with a man. 

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guess who bought a new ps5 to play bg3 - this girlie! i am so excited to join the shenanigans. ♡

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gentle touch is like a sting to harry's senses. so unused to being treated with kindness, it makes one bitter. norman never physically touched him, in a bad or good way, but instead used vile words and accusations to land blows. if harry wasn't focused on trying to keep the bile from rising up his throat again, he may have pulled away from his so-called savior. instead, he allows her to help him stand and guide him out of the alleyway.

her answer to his question brings about a scratchy sounding laugh. ❝ i'm inclined to believe you. that's a smile i wouldn't say no to. ❞ he's used his own charming smile to get out of sticky situations. it worked on merely everyone but his father. lips are lopsided now, attempting to do his captivating smile now, but he just can't do it justice. it looks more like a grimace than anything. usually a stickler for details whenever sober, (how rare that is), harry completely misses the strange webbing that holds the men from attacking again.

body sways and leans further onto her whenever she inquires about his health. ❝ 'm fine .. if the world could stop spinning though, that would be appreciated. ❞ eyes close for a moment as he breathes in to calm agitated nerves, before attempting to blink away the blurring in his vision. ❝ a name? i have a name .. ❞ in folklore, if a fae creature asks for your name, you must keep it from them lest become a slave to their whims. the moral of those stories were all the same - names are important. it just so happens that his was also dangerous. she was a stranger and there was no telling how she would react should he speak truthfully. so, instead, he doesn't. like a prince in an iron tower, he shuts himself away. he is both villain and victim. ❝ my name is .. peter. ❞ the name of his friend leaves his lips, silently hoping he would be forgiven for using it. ❝ what should i call you? ❞

if anyone saw them together, they would most likely make headlines in a gossip magazine. 'the son of disappointment finds a love match just as disappointing'. it wouldn't matter if harry explained that they just met. his head starts to swivel around, looking for reporters. none were in sight, but that's exactly what they wanted their prey to believe. ❝ i gotta get off the streets. i have a place. you willing to go somewhere with a stranger? i may need saving again. ❞

it was easy to pull the two men off of the other. she webs them up and forgets about them, the man they were attacking and who's now clearly being sick is far more important.

she places a careful hand on his arm to steady him, and pats his shoulder gently with the other. he clearly needs a little comfort, and that's something she's always happy to provide.

he's coherent enough to notice her and to speak, at least; so he's not in too rough shape. she can't help but let out the softest huff of laughter. it's not meant to be dismissive it's just—he's kinda sweet. for all his grumbling about how he wouldn't have let them take anything (all truly emphatic, too) he did just throw up and presently can't stand. he seems, maybe just a liiitle damsel-y right now. she's not gonna mention that though.

she wasn't in costume when she spotted him and didn't have the time to change which means she's fully in her civvies. it does make answering the first part of that question trickier. people don't usually ask her how she stopped a bad guy as andie and she doesn't have a lie prepared. "i just—asked nicely." she gives him a smile and hopes he's too still drunk to notice the webbing when they leave the alley and shifts her weight so that she can look at him a little more directly.

"are you okay, really?" she looks him over. his hair is a mess and he's vaguely pale, but his eyes seem to be clearing a little; he seems physically unharmed—she had been worried when the man collapsed that maybe the two men had had a knife. "what's your name?"

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✧ * STARTER FOR @vntagetee ... FT. ELOISE

much of her life is not her own, as she is called upon to be everything for others. a princess, a wife, a mother & a daughter. at times she can feel herself being spread too thin. the usual signs are all there: she has ceased from speaking, staring into space for large amounts of time, and refuses to touch her stomach. a stomach that is, once again, filled with a child. whenever the twins were born, helaena believed it to be good news, as she would no longer have to warm her brother's bed. grandfather and others of the small council had believed that two wasn't enough. when told this, helaena silently wondered if they knew what she was going through then would they make her do this again? she could not see lord lannister happy with a swollen belly and lingering aches throughout his entire body. none of them could handle it. that much she is certain of.

gods forbid, if something happens to jaehaerys, then they would need another prince. a second son meant being the spare. she knew how it ate at aemond to live in aegon's large shadow. it was not something she wished for her own child, but the alternative was much worse. it would mean jaehaerys was .. no longer in his mother's gentle grasp. though the pregnancy had been difficult for her, she loved both of her children and knew that she would love this child all the same.

helaena leads eloise towards the dragon pit with silence. it was comfortable to her, and not awkward or upsetting as silences usually were with her mother. she knew that her mother wished to connect but helaena felt there to be a wall between them. it had been built whenever she was forced to mumble her vows at the altar with her brother by her side. if the queen cared, then why would she allow her daughter to suffer the same fate as her? until that question is answered, helaena believes they will continue on as they have been.

the sight of dreamfyre lifts solemn spirits. if her stomach had not been weighing her down, the princess would have skipped towards her beloved dragon in excitement. ❝ eloise, i wish to fly. i wish to fly with you. ❞ it was a miracle that she found riding clothes to fit over her swollen belly. well, perhaps not a miracle so much as she paid a visit to aemond's room and stole some. she would ask for forgiveness later. ❝ i need to put some distance between myself and the keep. i fear i feel despair once again. it crept up on me whilst i was trying to sleep last night. ❞ a grunt of pain passes through her lips as her child kicks. her hand is placed on dreamfyre's scales as she tries to hold herself up. there's a slight smile, bordering on grimace, whenever helaena looks towards eloise. ❝ i don't know how but i believe my child wished for me to take him riding. it was why i had the dream - where i lived in the clouds. ❞

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@lvebug sent ↳ ❛ and score one for team awesome. ❜

whenever steve suggested that bucky work on his 'social skills & team building', he never would have thought that this was what his best friend meant. there are sounds of people laughing in the background, of carnival rides beeping and playing music, and kids running through the crowd with their parents chasing after them. it was certainly over-stimulating considering that he hadn't left his apartment really in about a week. isolation just felt right, felt easier ( ..and safer for all parties involved. )

DING! DING! DING! WE HAVE A WINNER! the sound of sweet victory fills his ears and even brings a genuine smile to his face. the feeling of it is practically foreign. people expect him to smile, to show a range of emotions like any human being, except he wasn't human. hydra had made sure of that when they tore into his head and scrambled everything that made him bucky instead of the winter soldier. his therapist, steve, sam.. they wished he'd forget and that he blend in. it sounded easier than it actually was.

he turns towards his partner and gives a hearty, ❝ WOO! ❞ hand raised to give her a high five. ❝ see, i told you my skills weren't rusty. we kicked ass. ❞ as he says this, the young boy who had been their competition frowns. ❝ sorry, kid.. you can have my prize. how about that? ❞ the frown turns upside down as bucky pinks out a neon pink stuffed monkey and hands it over to the boy. he watches him for a moment, thinking, as the kid ran towards his parents. it had once been bucky's dream to build a family. another thing that hydra took from him. he snaps out of his trance, attempting to act nonchalant, as if seeing that kid didn't open a wound he had thought he patched up years ago. ❝ what should we do next? stomp on another kids dreams of winning? or are you finally ready to ride something? ❞ he nods towards a rollercoaster. ❝ that bad boy is calling my name. ❞

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the knight believes himself offering the young woman sage advice. it would do no one any good to live in fairytales, as he had once done with her mother. the princess was a plague upon him, a dangerous disease he could not get rid of. speaking about such manners with the queen alicent helped ease some of his discomfort, but any residue of anger or bitterness was then pointed towards the princesses children.

❝ be careful how you speak to me. ❞ lip nearly curls into a snarl as he speaks. the threat is obvious, but he still pulls away from her slightly lest lose his cloak and position. it was easier to antagonize princess nesaenya's brothers. anything could happen in combat, after all. with the princess, any antagonism would have to be more subtle. it was her reputation where he should attack.

❝ rumors pass through these halls everyday, princess. you can hear the chattering of servants practically bouncing off the walls. one only need to plant a seed and sit back while the thorns grow. eventually, the court would hear this rumor. i would hate to have to create such a falsehood about you or your brothers. ❞

"what can i say? the world is an ugly place. we must live in it." from criston cole to nesaenya @virtuousley

"You are right, Ser Criston, the world is an ugly place." Nesaenya said. She knew that she should probably guard her tongue. The Greens already spoke so poorly of her and her siblings, and besides that, she was a princess it wouldn't do to be seen as rude.

But she couldn't help herself.

"It does not need your help adding to that ugliness."

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eyes nearly roll to the back of her skull in response to his confession of the obvious. ❝ oh, i know. ❞ arms cross over her chest and a brow quirks as if in disappointment. though, this behavior was to be expected. he rarely listened to anyone and hardly took anything seriously. perhaps that was one of her own flaws taking everything too seriously to the point where overthinking kicks in. ❝ i began talking about t͟h͟e͟ m͟a͟t͟i͟n͟g͟ r͟i͟t͟u͟a͟l͟s͟ o͟f͟ m͟o͟n͟k͟e͟y͟s͟. i'm sure, if you were listening, you would have had something to say about that. it was a missed opportunity, really. ❞

❝         okay…         ❞         he   says   abruptly   ,   interrupting   what   the   other   had   been   saying.      when   she   falls   silent   wade   starts   again.         ❝         oh   good   ,   now   that   you're   done   talking…      know   that   i   wasn't   listening.         ❞   / @virtuousley ( jean grey )

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― so sit there in your ugly and revel in it. be the ugliest thing in the room, so what? you are still in the room. good for you, thirsty little beast. make everyone stare at this travesty of a body you endure ... it's the least they can do.

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✧ * STARTER FOR @vntagetee ... FT. CLAUDIA

an addition to the household had nessie buzzing. life had never been boring. she stood up against the volturi whenever she was merely a child and traveled to see some of the world with her mom and dad. being what she was though, it was hard to make friends. she was homeschooled so that people would not comment on her ever-changing appearance. it was isolating, even if she did like spending time with her parents and aunt rose. though having someone frozen around her age, aside from her parents, excited her. perhaps she was too enthusiastic as she volunteered to help claudia hunt. nessie didn't know what it was like, the n̲e̲c̲e̲s̲s̲i̲t̲y̲ to drink blood. her body was torn in two part human and part vampire. when nessie finds herself with a craving for blood, she'll simply chew on a rare burger or steak. that wouldn't be enough for her full vampire counterparts to stay alive or their hunger to be satiated.

she begins moving through the trees, the cold wind nipping at her cheeks. ❝ carlisle had said you were from new orleans. what was it like there? i've never been. ❞ it was a little counterproductive to speak while they hunt, as the prey could pick up on the crisp sounds of their voices. nessie could not help herself, however, her curiosity got the better of her. ❝ being in forks must be challenging for you, since you came from a city. can i ask you some questions? it's been so long since i have met someone new and, well, i hope we can b̲e̲ f̲r̲i̲e̲n̲d̲s̲ if you want.. ❞ a pause. ❝ how long have you been a vampire? ❞ her head tilts to the side inquisitively as sharp eyes follow the other's fluid movements. ❝ is that rude to ask? my mom told me it's rude to ask human women that question, though i don't see why. ❞

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@lvebug sent ↳ ❛ i'll have your back. ❜

this was not the first time the invisible woman faced down 'doctor doom'. his moniker not taking away the fact that once, she had thought she could learn to love him it took a great accident for him to become what was lying underneath the surface, but then was everything they shared A LIE? if she could help victor find that man b̲e̲h̲i̲n̲d̲ t̲h̲e̲ m̲e̲t̲a̲l̲ then maybe ...

they were speaking to each other, going over a plan to take victor down more permanently this time. she must have shown hesitation with a clear dilemma on her expression. the words of her companion reach her ears and create a smile. ❝ i had no doubts that you would. the situation is just ... c̲o̲m̲p̲l̲i̲c̲a̲t̲e̲d̲ ❞ a sigh as sue pulls her blonde hair back into a tight ponytail. if a fight was going to happen, she didn't want it in her eyes. ❝ it was nice of you to volunteer yourself for helping us. have you gone against anything like him before? ❞ some of the avengers have gone up against other worldly creatures, in comparison it shouldn't seem like a bad deal. ❝ a billionaire with ego issues. he's a rare breed indeed, isn't he? ❞ a brow quirked as she smirks at her own joke. ❝ complicated feelings aside, i will have your back too. victor has hurt too many innocent people and i will not let him hurt you. i promise. ❞

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worry creases the wrinkle between his brows as he sees t̲h̲e̲ b̲l̲o̲o̲d̲ paint her skin. the realization that he had been TOO LATE , to stand between her and the enemy, was a stab to the gut. the feeling all too familiar ... guilt was a slow killer that ate on pieces of him every day. when there is nothing left, would there finally be peace? he watches as her knees buckle underneath her, quick reflexes kicking in as he wraps his metal arm around her waist and grabs her hand with the other.

❝ shit ... - ❞ the curse muttered under his breath as head swivels and searches for something for her to sit or lay on. there is a nearby table that he tries to guide her to, mostly having her put her weight onto him. ❝ we gotta slow down the bleeding. ❞ bucky was no doctor, but he learned a thing or two whilst stitching up his own wounds. there had been times, during his winter soldier days, where the hydra doctor would prefer to do it. though, healing his wounds always came with other experimentation and he truly didn't want to think about it. not now. not ever, if he's lucky enough not to have night terrors. he tears at his shirt and uses it to press against her side. ❝ you should have let me take that bullet. my skin is tough. although, if the roles were reversed you might see how childlike i am. you'd think pain means nothing to me, but i'm a man-sized baby. don't tell anyone or i'll have to kill you. ❞ a small smile is given as he tries to crack a joke & lighten the mood to distract her from the pain. ❝ we need to get you back to S.H.E.I.L.D. can you walk? i can carry you. ❞

"are you okay?" from bucky to natasha

natasha was initially confused by the question, the adrenaline in her body made it so that she didn't feel anything harmful to her.

' yeah, i'm... ' her voice trailed off as she followed his eyes to the side of her abdomen which was covered in a thick substance she couldn't quite identify because of her black clothing. she touched it and instantly her palm was covered in blood. ' fine. ' her legs began to buckle from underneath and she fell to the ground, her other hand out to catch herself.

send me "are you okay?" to find my muse shot // ACCEPTING // @virtuousley

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THE TUDORS SENTENCE QUOTE STARTERS. starters and quotes taken from the showtime's the tudors acrross all four seasons. change pronouns, titles, names as you see fit.

You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends.

To get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning.

If the lion knows its own strength, no man could control it.

Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me.

I know what you are trying to do, but do not think to take the King away from me. Let him play with you. Let him give you gifts.

But he cannot give you his true heart... for *I* have that in my keeping.

The King commands that you surrender this whole matter into his hands. Otherwise, the court will condemn you.

I am surprised to receive such a request from such a wise and noble man as you. I am but a poor woman, lacking in both wit and understanding. How am I supposed to respond to such a request made to me out of the blue?

You know perfectly well what the King desires and what he shall have.

You hate him like a scorpion. And why? Because he would not satisfy your ambition.

My only satisfaction is that in frustrating you, I hasten your fall from the King's good graces... an outcome I desire above all others.

You can't have 3 people in a marriage!

I have no heir. The Tudor Dynasty, all my father's work, finished, and it's MY fault!

I have no friend here, and little counsel.

I call to God and all the world to witness that I have been to you a true, humble, and obedient wife, ever comfortable to your will and pleasure. 

 But when you had me at first, I take God as my judge! I was a true maid, without touch of man! And whether or not it be true, I put it to your conscience.

If she gets her way, she will set our whole country in a roar.

You've taken her honor!

Tell me, do you prefer your place in this life rather than in heaven?

 He will tire of you, like all the others.

They say all his liaisons are soon over. He blows hot, he blows cold.

If I cannot please the King, will he kill me?

I am a direct descendant of Edward II. This is MY crown!

What would a silly girl like you have to say to a king?

I have an audience with His Majesty.

Just because your nephew's the King of Spain. Does he think I have nothing better to do?

Since when are you a diplomat?

I am my father's daughter.

You are my WIFE. You are not my Minister, you are not my Chancellor, but my wife.

Things are not well between us. His Majesty and I.

But... I saw with my own eyes how attentive he is to you. He looks at you with such devotion, it seems. With such love.

 I fear that is for your benefit. Henry is a good masquer. I think sometimes that he will ask me for a divorce.

Of course I loved her. But... from a distance.

Listen to me. I tell you, if you were my daughter, I'd slam your head against the wall 'til it was as soft as a boiled apple.

So as long as I live, I shall never forgive myself.

I'm disappointed because you are not yet with child.

Though I love Your Majesty and I'm loyal to you, in every way, I cannot disguise my distress and unhappiness.

 An important question, whether it is better for a king to be feared or loved.

Princes are different from others - are not easily understood, gentlemen.

I will not give up what is rightfully mine to a woman who is the scandal of Christendom!

How dare you speak to me like that?

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@florietiae sent ↳ ❛ what's wrong? what did you see? ❜

there had been a stinging in her head as soon as they stepped through the threshold of this abandoned building. it felt like bee stings at first, several of them poking against her skull. the pain only worsened until clary could not stand it anymore. ❝ get out of my head! ❞ her vision goes white and knuckles follow as she grips tighter onto the seraph blade. there is a mocking laughter, like a cruel child who was bullying her. his form appears in front of her, so she lunges and swipes her blade along the air. it hits nothing and there is more laughter. ❝ kids.. why did it have to be kids? ❞

her hand is pressed to her forehead, sweat materializing along her pale skin. ❝ something is taunting us, sam. or, well, taunting me. i find it insulting that it seems to like you more than me. ❞ it was a jest, of course. she's never wanted to be a monster's friend. ❝ i saw a young child appear before me, as real as you are standing there now. he looked to be about seven with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. that description sound familiar to you? ❞ she gives sam a quizzical look before cautiously checking the room by looking through drawers and underneath furniture. whenever she comes near the couch, there's a stuffed dragon underneath. it looked to be clean - unlike anything else in this place. she grabs it and holds it up for show. ❝ someone is taking extra care of dina the dino. what do you think it means? ❞

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I don't doubt you, Ciri. I do doubt the world though.

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@mccnlies sent ↳ ❛ do you really think i'm going to let you do this alone? ❜

when was the last time she listened to him when he said 'stay in the truck' or 'stay behind with jonathan and babysit the poor bastard, because he looks as if he's gonna hurl'. she blatantly ignored warnings and rules. it was both frustrating and attractive. what the hell was wrong with him? this wasn't the plan. she was an enigma, beautiful and mysterious. he wished to know the way her intelligent mind worked. not like they had any time to figure out complicated feelings with a fucking dead guy on the loose. his gaze, both cautious and admiring, follows her every move.

❝ nothing about this scares you, does it? the last guys in here got their faces melted off and you wanna just stroll in like you're going to tea with the queen. ❞ rick shakes his head as if in disbelief, but there's the ghost of a hidden smile as he walks towards her. a hand grips onto her arm firmly and pulls her towards him. ❝ careful. ❞ he says, eyes unable to behave themselves as he looks at her lips. this wasn't exactly the time or place, but who the hell cared? they may be dead by tomorrow. ❝ there's a hole right there. ❞ he nods down to the ground where her foot almost got stuck in a trap. he leans towards her as if to close the gap between them, before a loud sound echoes throughout the pyramid they stand in. ❝ mental note: we'll come back to that later. right now, get behind me and do as i say. alright? ❞