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#BURIEDREGRETS . . . independent & primarily friends only multimuse writing blog. written by sofi, twenty-three, she/her.

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athanora

HORROR MOVIE TWINS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#the raven cycle #like look at them #i’ll go back to my radio silence now 💋

every day i resent the fact that not everyone is as obsessed with trc as i am because the graphic novel is coming out and who am i supposed to share the brainrot with

#like…. i need everyone to become a fan immediately!

luckbabe

“ you’ll do the right thing, as will i. ” his words are meant to bring comfort, to reinforce that alexander is a good man but it twists the knife. it hangs in the air, a cruel reminder that what society stipulates as proper is diametrically opposed to their happiness. perhaps his nonappearance can make matters easier for him too; out of sight, out of mind. henry knows of his lover’s proclivities, the newlyweds could grow to care for each other, and while the possibility brings a bitter taste to his mouth, the prince acknowledges it as the best outcome, given the circumstances. it is not quite what he would mean by wishing him the best, but he supposes it is the most optimistic consolation he can hope for. “ the fresh air suits me, it’ll make for a fine end to the season. ” a feeble justification that falls short to his own ears, not managing to make the quirk to his lips adhere. even then, he knows he will lengthen his retirement long past september.

under his touch, he does not dare to try to put into words how much alexander’s absence will undoubtedly affect him. it extends beyond longing, there are sides to him that he has only borne to the man before him. he shall never be whole again. henry cannot even begin to picture his future. in a few hours he will relinquish his true self, and whomever will emerge on the other side of this tragedy shall be a stranger. expression shifts from passive gloom to violent despair. “ oh alex. that’s a genuinely lovely sentiment. i’m so, terribly sorry, love. ” the prince sighs, rugged breath hiccups in his airway while he presses his eyes shut as if to step away from the moment, “ i almost wish you had kept that to yourself so that i could convince myself that i’ve conjured this entire ordeal in my head. ” the words escape him without permission, private ramblings he only allows this specific audience to hear. henry shakes his head slightly, in disapproval of himself, of the entire scenario really. blinking his eyes open once he feels less like swooning. “ i'm certain i shall look back at us and be envious of the man i was a week ago, but i also know that, at this moment in time, i’ve never loved you more. ”

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there's entire oceans between the correct choice and what his heart ached for: an impromptu escape in the middle of the night that would've allowed them more time, a new beginning in a place where their last names didn't catch the attention of the locals. alexander will contemplate the possibility each night, adding missing pieces to the fictional story in his head, the one where they both get their happy endings. truth is, henry still has time for that. there's plenty of suitable bachelors walking around, alex had caught a surprising amount eyeing the prince once or twice. there must be at least one that ought to make him happy, someone whose circumstances will allow him to remain unmarried without the ton's judgement. the thought brings a new fear into his clouded mind, about the possibility of becoming nothing but a fond memory. “ promise me you'll continue to write. ” he almost gasps, agitated beyond reason. the sound of his own voice bring him back to reality soon enough, ashamed of his irrational behaviour. “ i'm... i'm being unreasonable, of course. but i would appreciate it if you do find the time, your penmanship is truly something out of this world. i wouldn't want to lose that as well. ”

a sorrowful sound comes before the quiet admission: “ how could i possibly let you go? ” except he already knows the answer: he won't. alexander could build an entire family and feel nothing but resigned duty. nothing will ever compare to the way his heart beats for henry, though perhaps the prince is right and some things are better left unsaid. corners of his mouth lift imperceptibly, nothing but fondness behind his gaze. “ i apologise. it shall be nothing but a distant memory, in time. ” because henry will move on, he will travel to new places and meet new people and find better lovers and alexander will remain behind, his destiny halted. love confessions feel aimless in their situation, and yet own heart soars with happiness and grief. if only they had more time. “ henry. ” he whispers, grief-stricken and amazed at the same time. “ i love you. i love you more with every second that passes. my love will continue to grow even when you're not near, but i do hope, wherever you are, that you're able to feel it. ” youngest claremont-díaz cannot help but notice the irony of their situation, how a farewell has somehow made their adieu impossibly more painful. unlike henry, he's glad to feel it, because it means it's real. “ yet i fear it means i cannot leave you. so please, do it while i'm sleeping. i will not let you go otherwise. ”

#ohhh the irony #se me ocurrió un au para el au can you believE???#sorpresita para cuando llegues <3 #alex claremont díaz.#luckbabe: henry fox.#luckbabe

luckbabe

his eyes roll, now his go-to reaction to june being a smartass, it was more fitting of a nagging adolescent than sticking his tongue out, though sometimes he questions whether it is as effective. “ boba, you know what i mean. ” alex had foolishly believed that with his mom winning the election might come perks, in the vein of stylists, personal assistants, free swag. so far, his expectations had missed the mark, but this trip to australia had the potential to change everything. alex folds his legs into a more comfortable seating position, and bobs his head as if prompting his sister to spill on everything she knows. “ i don’t know? ” he grumbles, only feeling slightly attacked as he rocks slightly in his spot on the bed, his sleepiness fading into a deranged sense of anticipation. “ axe body-spray, livvy dunne and the perilous burden of becoming a teen hearthrob in an everchanging political climate? ” rattling off nonsense is easier than honesty. in truth, he is not entirely sure what he might have in common with an actual prince, aside from their respective families' occupational hazards. but henry – is he even allowed to call him that? shit, he should probably research royal titles – was a year older, has been in the game virtually all his life, possibly making him wiser. was it entirely too far-fetched to hope he might reveal the secret to becoming universally respected and beloved? “ any conversation would be more exciting than pushing ma’s thing about the bees and the trees. ”

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“ is that really what you wish to waste people's taxes on? our hair? ” she doubles down, if only because she knows it'll bother him to be misinterpreted that way. she might be putting herself in quite the predicament, though, if alexander decided to embark on yet another political rant. june was afforded the same level of passion about politics as the rest of her family, except sometimes it was difficult not to resent them for completely taking over her life. she snorts at the made-up topics of conversation, unable to contain herself. “ well, he might not be so full of himself as to identity as a teenage heartthrob. ” other than that, the first daughter of the united states didn't have any complaints. whatever men talked about to each other, lack of self-care and pretty girls seemed like a reasonable guess. “ but it sounds like you're destined to be instant best friends. ” sarcasm coats her words, bracing herself for the slap that her brother might feel inclined to throw at her. “ still, don't get your hopes up. they might not let him come near us, unless they want the daily mail to post about the crown's leftist inclinations. ” she's joking, of course, but she wouldn't put it past them. whatever journalism was supposed to be, the daily mail was the complete opposite: it made her completely sick to her stomach. “ yeah, well, that's the only reason we're here... aside from looking young, smart and pretty. ” which reflected positively on her mother's presidency, somehow.

#june claremont díaz.#luckbabe: alex claremont díaz.#luckbabe #hola de nuevo #viste q hago things out of spite

luckbabe

“ perhaps not. ” fair-haired head already shaking pointedly before he has even finished explaining himself. he steps sideways, out of the way of incoming, less enthused patrons of the arts. henry’s disagreement is nowhere to be found on the lower half of his face, as he wears a chortling smile. “ your paralysis would be a tragedy for all of us. you are one of our finest dancers. ” a recurring source of envy, not because of his own lack of natural talent, but more so that he shall never have the pleasure of being led across the floor by alexander. he opts for flattery, in part returning the courtesy, but mostly weaving hidden meanings behind their performative small talk, his eyes a little darker. “ believe me, the ton would despair without your participation in the quadrille. ” he placates his hunger by delicately placing a bonbon onto his tongue. he hums around the sweet, the chocolate melting inside his mouth a welcome distraction from other delectable options within reach. it also promptly keeps him from saying more than he ought to for a beat. “ i am glad to hear it. though, i pity the man brave enough to court miss june. your mother makes a formidable adversary, from what i hear. ” or, well, from what he reads. the ton’s infamous columnist had quickly filled him on the claremont’s backstory. what whistledown might’ve omitted, henry had been asinine enough to inquire about; he can be quite proactive when his interest is piqued. “ what say you, shall i ask your sister to pencil me into her next dance card? ”

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“ one of my many skills. ” he agrees, hoping his companion can appreciate his constraint when he does not follow up his words with a rather crude comment about his other, less renowned abilities. contrary to popular belief, alexander does possess shame, perhaps on a smaller quantity than most, but he does. “ i'm certain they would find a replacement with haste. after all, popularity seems to be a fickle thing these days. ” wether they should credit a certain author or society's tendencies to be drawn by whatever shines the most at a determined moment, he certainly wouldn't know. “ besides, i only concern myself with one particular person's attention. ” which, if the current exchange is anything to go by, he already has. gaze becomes unfocused as he watches with rapt attention as henry brings the delicacy into his mouth, his own suddenly feeling very dry. alexander clears his throat loudly, hoping the sound will drown out his far louder thoughts. “ i fear your concern might be misguided. as formidable as my mother may be, my sister is ten times worse. ” particularly to those who she does not wish to be courted by. if alex is being truthful, his family's reputation makes him quite proud. they might not be the most traditional family, yet they're certainly remarkable. an eyebrow raises at the following question, his stare almost burning with curiosity. “ you're welcome to try. i cannot assure you will be received positively. ” though every woman and half the men seemed enamoured by henry already, he doubted the prince would ever be received with anything but eagerness. “ i shall try my hardest to make it up to you if her answer does end up in disappointment, though. ”

#alex claremont díaz.#luckbabe: henry fox.#beating the never replies allegations!!#henry and june rights!!

drink. for our muses to spend time together whilst drunk. /+ FOR ADAM, FROM GANSEY

as ronan and blue's voices trail down further into the barns and away from them, adam realizes he's pleasantly drunk. he'll blame it on coming to the barns straight after work and not eating anything before accepting a beer from gansey, once he's sober enough to care. right now, he looks over at gansey and thinks about how it's been a while since it's been just the two of them. adam feels guilty about it, but it seems there hasn't been much time for anything other than graduating school, working endless shifts and exploring his new relationship with ronan. instead of bringing it up, he asks: “ how's the trip coming along? ” adam knows it's happening soon, though it doesn't feel real, how their entire lives seemed to have changed in only a couple of months. how soon enough, they won't even be in the same continent. gansey will be off chasing a new adventure and adam won't be a part of it this time. “ you'll call if you find something, right? ” he extends an olive branch, an acknowledgment that after everything they've been through, they'll continue being a part of each other's lives. as much as adam wants to outrun his past sometimes, he's learning that there are pieces worth keeping.

#adam parrish.#sordidery: richard gansey.#sordidery #ahhh thanks sm for sending <3 #hope it's ok!!

hands. for your muse to take a hold of my muse’s hand. ( henry to alex? )

while they've certainly decreased over time, there's still duties and responsibilities that can't be ignored. sometimes their obligations will force them apart, put an entire ocean between them, which alex completely hates. there's something to be said about co-dependency, but he cannot stand being apart from henry for too long. luckily, it's not something he currently needs to worry about, sitting next to henry over an unnecessarily fancy dinner all the way across the pond. the lady next to him keeps trying to make conversation, yet his attention is gifted completely to henry. that's why alex is able to pick up the exact moment in which his boyfriend's shoulders tense, after an annoyingly polite passive-aggressive comment from one of the attendees. he's quick to intertwine their fingers under the table, trying to convey what he's not allowed to say out loud. “ you okay? ” he asks underneath his breath, thumb caressing the prince's hand. “ i'm ready to leave whenever you are, by the way. i don't care what your grandmother has to say about it. ” not much, probably, unless she would like to piss off her daughter again. “ plus, all the food here is so bland. save me, henry. ”

#alex claremont díaz.#hstoryhuh: henry fox.#hstoryhuh #thank u for sending <33 hope it's ok <3

once i figure out this your muse / my muse stuff it's over for you guys

#i have so many memes but i'm stupid😭

happy belated birthday percy jackson

#how could i forget about my leo king 😔😔😔

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¹ .ㅤ‘ via the system of touch ’ . the following is a compilation of action based prompts , originally created by me . warnings applied for : some potential nsfw / suggestive themes . ( additionally : send ‘ + ’ to reverse the roles , and have the receiver be the one to perform the action ) . do not add anything on to these memes .

hands. for your muse to take a hold of my muse’s hand.

tie. for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.

combat. for our muses to train together in combat.

pin. for your muse to pin mine to ( the ground / the wall / a surface ).

push. for your muse to push mine in a playful manner.

shove. for your muse to shove mine in an aggressive manner.

tend. for your muse to help tend to my muse’s injuries.

trace. for your muse to trace their hand along my muse’s ( skin / scars ).

gag. for your muse to place their hand over my muse’s mouth, to try to keep them quiet.

kiss. for your muse to kiss my muse.

hair. for your muse to brush my muse’s hair from their face.

pull. for your muse to pull my muse close to them.

sit. for your muse to encourage mine to sit and rest.

lap. for your muse to pull my muse onto their lap.

tackle. for your muse to tackle my muse to the ground.

fight. for your muse to physically attack my muse ( by hitting / punching / kicking / etc).

neck. for your muse to place their hand around my muse’s neck.

throat. for your muse to hold something against my muse’s throat.

collapse. for your muse to catch mine, preventing them from falling to the ground.

carry. for your muse to insist on carrying my muse when injured.

warmth. for our muses to seek warmth from each other, after being caught in a ( snow storm / rain shower ).

morning after. for our muses to wake up together the next morning, after having a one night stand.

wake. for your muse to wake mine up by kissing their ( shoulder / neck / lips / etc ).

dance. for your muse to force my muse to dance with them.

drink. for our muses to spend time together whilst drunk.

swim. for our muses to go for a late night swim.

intimacy. for our muses to embrace each other after sex.

death. for your muse to comfort mine after they have lost a loved one.

goodbye. for your muse to hold mine as they lay dying in their arms.

#hi again <3