and beaming with beauty

{ a collection of muses from classic and gothic literature }

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" . . .to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man . "

a semi - selective , independent , multi - muse roleplay blog

centered around GOTHIC & CLASSIC LITERATURE - BASED MUSES .

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this blog’s muses have been moved to wrensfeatheredpen !

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btw ! although i adore this blog, i think i might move the muses here over to wrensfeatheredpen for ease of access. all threads will be carried over !

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WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME

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╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Assorted Sentence Prompts a set of various original sentence prompts !

— STATEMENTS

❝ i miss you. ❞ ❝ you can’t leave me here ! ❞ ❝ get in the car. ❞ ❝ it’s not about you. ❞ ❝ it isn’t your fault. ❞ ❝ i’ve made my decision. ❞ ❝ it’s cold out, take a coat. ❞ ❝ let me know you got there. ❞ ❝ this isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. ❞ ❝ that doesn’t sound like the you i know. ❞ ❝ i can’t lose you. ❞ ❝ don’t try to hide things from me. ❞ ❝ i care about you. ❞ ❝ you care. i can see it in your eyes. ❞ ❝ you don’t want this. ❞ ❝ i didn’t realize how late it was. ❞ ❝ slow down, start from the beginning. ❞ ❝ here, drink this. ❞ ❝ lie down, you’re going to hurt yourself. ❞ ❝ you need rest. ❞ ❝ i haven’t slept in days. ❞ ❝ i’ve been having nightmares. ❞ ❝ i love you. don’t forget that. ❞ ❝ i can’t believe you did that. ❞ ❝ yeah, i know. ❞ ❝ i don’t remember. ❞ ❝ let me help you. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help. ❞ ❝ i want to help you. please, let me help you. ❞ ❝ that storm doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. ❞ ❝ i think we’re stuck here. ❞ ❝ it’s only a matter of time. ❞ ❝ there’s something about you. i don’t know what it is, but i know it’s there. ❞ ❝ say that again. ❞ ❝ i’d do anything to make you happy. ❞ ❝ there’s that smile ! there’s that smile i love ! ❞ ❝ no, don’t try to hide your beautiful smile from me. ❞ ❝ it’s a beautiful night. ❞ ❝ walk with me. ❞ ❝ you can’t run forever. ❞ ❝ you can’t keep running away like this. ❞ ❝ you look like royalty. ❞ ❝ it doesn’t matter. ❞ ❝ i don’t care anymore. ❞ ❝ please, just leave. i need to be alone. ❞ ❝ don’t try to hide your feelings from me. i know you. ❞ ❝ you look gorgeous. ❞

— QUESTIONS

❝ what are you doing ? ❞ ❝ what is that ? ❞ ❝ what happened ? ❞ ❝ what happened to you ? ❞ ❝ what happened to me ? ❞ ❝ are you free tonight ? ❞ ❝ where are you going ? ❞ ❝ will you stay with me ? ❞ ❝ how long has it been ? ❞ ❝ where have you been ? ❞ ❝ who is that ? ❞ ❝ who am i ? ❞ ❝ who are you ? ❞ ❝ i’ll come get you, where are you ? ❞ ❝ does this look nice on me ? ❞ ❝ why are you doing this ? ❞ ❝ do you remember ? ❞ ❝ do you remember me ? ❞ ❝ do you remember who you are ? ❞ ❝ what are we doing here ? ❞ ❝ please, stay ? ❞ ❝ how have you been sleeping ? ❞ ❝ did you do this ? ❞ ❝ do i even know you anymore ? ❞ ❝ may i have this dance ? ❞ ❝ how do you like your [ tea / coffee ] ? ❞ ❝ what did you just say ? ❞ ❝ you’re not very good at keeping conversation, are you ? ❞ ❝ am i boring you ? ❞ ❝ how is my impression on you going ? ❞ ❝ did you rehearse this ? ❞ ❝ how long until you believe that you can trust me ? ❞ ❝ can i get you something ? ❞ ❝ what can i do to help ? ❞

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updated tag drop !

{ a truth universally acknowledged ;; prompts } { o b.rother where art thou ;; calls } { been expecting ( queue ) } { following the trail ( thread ) } { a treasure for keeping ( save tag ) }

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was talking to a friend about m.cbeth earlier and if my muse hits for this blog again istg /lh

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( pokes head over ) so how about books amiright

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me when i finally have muse but its for specific characters i dont have anything to work on for ahhhh

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“ … all the books i’ve read … all the poems, they all said … that a heart is made to share ! ”

DIVINELY - WROUGHT ;; an independent multimuse of characters from classical literature !

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goodness i really need to redo things over here … the urge to redo tags and my muse list and do a promo even though i’ll be taking a break soon

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╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : SHERLOCKED : The Unofficial Musical Parody a set of starter prompts, all from the original unofficial musical ( link here ) !

❝ do you read the papers ? ❞ ❝ well, then, you know why i’m here. ❞ ❝ you know what happened. ❞ ❝ no, you don’t. you don’t know anything about what i’m feeling. ❞ ❝ i’m just a simple man, doing what i can. ❞ ❝ it’s like the world’s come crashing down. ❞ ❝ i look back on all the times we shared. ❞ ❝ take me back to where it all began. ❞ ❝ [ name ] … it’s okay to miss them. ❞ ❝ this is crazy ! it’s [ name ] , everybody ! i can’t believe it ! ❞ ❝ i’m sorry, i didn’t recognize you. ❞ ❝ who’d want me as a flat mate ? ❞ ❝ actually, you’re the second person to say that to me today. ❞ ❝ bad day today ? ❞ ❝ oh, i could kiss you ! but i won’t. ❞ ❝ i’m waiting for the life i’ve dreamt of. ❞ ❝ what are you doing ? that coffee’s not going to make itself. ❞ ❝ i like to play the violin and sometimes i go for days without talking. will that be a problem ? ❞ ❝ worst yet, i know about your extensive collection of minecraft memorabilia. ❞ ❝ i couldn’t expect you to understand. ❞ ❝ ah, you’re right. i forget what it must be like in your little brain. ❞ ❝ they didn’t pay ten dollars to watch me repeat myself. ❞ ❝ “what” ?! i’ve said it, like, 50 times ! ❞ ❝ i know, i’m just … thinking. ❞ ❝ hang on, hang on, hang on. didn’t we establish that you can’t put draw 2’s on top of draw 4’s ? ❞ ❝ you win. you always win. ❞ ❝ i thought my days of crime were truly gone. ❞ ❝ the life of the party, that’s me. ❞ ❝ you have a blog ? that’s funny, i didn’t take you for a tumblr kind of guy. ❞ ❝ you get my name wrong all the time. ❞ ❝ it’s greg ! like the yellow wiggle ! ❞ ❝ save it for the court. ❞ ❝ take a picture ! am i in frame ? is it good ? ❞ ❝ how could you possibly be bored ? we just spent the last song solving cases ! ❞ ❝ don’t talk out loud, you lower the iq of the entire street. ❞ ❝ it’s a congratulatory gift after the ridiculous number of cases you solved in the last song. ❞ ❝ oh, not again ! ❞ ❝ hello, lads. did you miss me ? ❞ ❝ anything you say, anything you do … will … be said and done by you. yeah ! ❞ ❝ it’s like babysitting a child. you’re worse than a child. ❞ ❝ “oh, it couldn’t have been ms. white with the lead pipe, how could a woman of her stature had enough power to —” i mean, jesus christ, loosen up ! ❞ ❝ we’re finally approaching intermission, but the second act is just as long. ❞

❝ do you have anything to say in your defense ? ❞ ❝ well, i think i’ve heard quite enough. ❞ ❝ why are you telling me this ? that scene happened 25 seconds ago. i was there. ❞ ❝ pull yourself together. ❞ ❝ whatever you do, don’t tell them. just come, quickly. ❞ ❝ i need to step out for a minute and get some fresh air. ❞ ❝ why are you here ? ❞ ❝ i think we both know the answer to that. ❞ ❝ i broke into government buildings, apartments are no problem. ❞ ❝ we’re just alike … except you’re boring. ❞ ❝ don’t be like that. you need me. ❞ ❝ let’s get on with it, shall we ? ❞ ❝ without me, you are nothing. ❞ ❝ where did they go ? the song’s not finished yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll bring you down, and everyone you love, in the process. ❞ ❝ everyone i love ? that’s, like … four whole people. ❞ ❝ i don’t wanna brag, but i do speak pig latin. i’m not fluent, but i’m sure that if i went there, i’d get by. ❞ ❝ i think we have to do it again … the good cop / dance cop routine. ❞ ❝ you know, i’m trying to help you, here. we’re not so different, you and i. ❞ ❝ oh, well, thanks for all the help back there ! really appreciate it ! ❞ ❝ we were wondering if you’d like to buy some of our girl scout cookies. ❞ ❝ if i weren’t everything you think i am, would you still help me ? ❞ ❝ that’s the wrong scene. that’s the scene in act one. you just got captured and shot. go offstage ! hobble ! they shot you in the knee ! ❞ ❝ i was sitting in the wings and i thought, ‘why do they get their own musical, and why don’t i ?’ ❞ ❝ if i do say so myself … and i do say so myself. ❞ ❝ we haven’t got all day. no — what are you doing ? ❞ ❝ alright. your performance was marginally better than russell crowe’s in les misérables. ❞ ❝ i just went, um … backstage … ? ❞ ❝ i need you to stay right here. ❞ ❝ that’s not funny. i don’t follow. ❞ ❝ it doesn’t matter anymore. none of it matters. ❞ ❝ you’re just like playing with all the ordinary people. you’re ordinary, just like all of them. ❞ ❝ i may be on the side of the angels, but do not think for one second that i am one of them. ❞ ❝ i’m a phony. i’m not a genius, i’m a liar. ❞ ❝ no one could be that clever. ❞ ❝ i don’t know how to tell you this. i wrote the show. i know everything that’s going to happen. ❞ ❝ please, let me through — they’re my friend … ❞ ❝ hey, you alright ? want a tim-tam ? might make you feel better. ❞ ❝ we did spend a lot of time together. four whole seasons of content, plus dvd and retail. ❞ ❝ but, i saw … i saw you die. ❞ ❝ you didn’t really think that i would leave you, did you ? ❞ ❝ you see, they jumped there, and we dropped a dummy there. it game the illusion of falling to their death, for the hitman and the audience at least. ❞ ❝ yeah ! the squad ! back together again ! ❞

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got some funny liquid candies as a joke bc they looked like the elixirs from j.ekyll & h.yde ( were in vials and everything ) ; drank them and now i have a headache. ( nervous laughter )

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[ @bloodofthefates , continuing from ☆ ]

     Only an admonishment from Knightley could keep Emma in check, and yet it stung as sharply to her chest as she imagined a slap delivered to the cheek might feel though she’d never personally experienced such a blunder in proper etiquette. She had not thought anyone close enough to hear the conversation, Emma having taken for granted Harriet’s company and forgetting the proximity of others in their party due to overindulgence and enjoying herself too much at the expense of others. It was an ill quality she appeared to be breeding within Miss Smith, as it had been Harriet to bring up the topic of Jane Fairfax resulting in stoking the fires of jealousy and inadequacy that had always burned deeply within Emma’s chest regarding the mutual acquaintance.

“Perhaps I should be reminded to keep our correspondence only as one of cordiality from now on.” She snapped at him, petulantly but bristling beneath his harsh words of judgment and the embarrassment she felt herself sinking deeper into under the watchful eyes of others though they pretended to carry on their private conversations and mouths hidden behind the backs of hands and fans.

“Yet you have deemed my hypothetical private conversation as having gone too far? Tell me Mr. Knightley, who are you to be the judge and jury?” Emma shook her head, unfurling her fingers from the first at her side as she managed to regain control over her own runaway emotions, at least keeping the tears at bay. “Are my skills to be questioned by the success of the newly wed Mr. and Mrs. Weston?” Lifting her chin the slightest bit higher, no amount of self-satisfaction could save her from Knightley’s accurate dressing down of her motives and character.

“Then what is it exactly that I lack in understanding? I fear Mr. Knightley you have no possible idea what it is for a woman of Jane’s circumstance or mine for that matter what affairs of the heart mean for no security of future. But to make such an accusation against me? Am I mistaken or does such a show of chivalry hide the fact that you yourself may be in pursuit of Miss Fairfax as a potential match?”

Walking away was an option which very well could have been taken by Knightley, and would likely have been taken by anyone who stumbled into a conversation ( or argument ) with the temperamental Emma. For someone who had faced these fits since childhood, walking off was not an option. Emma had been set off, and Knightley was determined to see it through. If not he, then who would dare to be the needed deliverer of brutal honesty to the girl ?

“ I am to be judge and jury, as the only one who has taken the duty of being your stand - in for the common sense and common dignity you so clearly lack ! No one else has stood the test of you, and no one has managed to keep the job. Unfortunately for me, that means that I must be the one to interrupt your conversations, however private, when you have taken matters too far. ”

Another scoff passed Knightley’s lips. “ Now I really know how desperately far you are reaching, Miss Woodhouse. I have no qualms nor see no fault in Miss Fairfax, but you know well that I am not in search of a match. You say I know nothing of your lack of choice in marriage and heart, but you forget that I am far below your high lifestyle. Perhaps that much is exactly why you have left me out of your little games — and I am thankful for it ! You have no purpose nor need to be meddling with other people’s lives and hearts, and you’ve done a bang-up job of ruining it when you have been ! ”

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[ @camaradcrie , continuing from ☆ ]

At some point as Basil admonished what the painting had become, Dorian slid down the wall and came to curl up on the ground. The wood floor was covered in dust, neglected for eighteen years since Dorian stopped allowing his staff inside to clean it. He didn’t realize how much it would hurt to show that painting to Basil, to hear Basil’s horror and disgust over the state of his soul. It was Basil’s fault, Dorian told himself. He painted it, he seduced him with flattery and convinced him that all he had to offer was his youth and beauty.  

It was an old deflection, eighteen years his crutch but it grew weak now that the portrait was no longer a secret. His eyes were red, cheeks wet as he wept into his knees. It was no different a cry than the sort he would give over menial things, always swift with dramatics. Only his posture gave away the sincerity of it, how he curled over himself and turned away; his vanity crumbled under the weight of that hideous painting. He couldn’t bring himself to look at it, to view himself through Basil’s eyes.

My God! Don’t you see that accursed thing leering at us? Dorian was pulled from his thoughts, a rush of anger flooding his chest. His head snapped up, anger and hopelessness in his eyes, lips drawn back from his teeth as if in a snarl. “The accursed thing was made by your hand!” He snapped, his voice broken and loud, almost a growl. “You did this to me, Basil. You put all of these silly ideas of beauty and youth into my head, I was nearly a boy!” 

An accusation better saved for Henry but from Dorian’s perspective; Henry was the only one that understood. Where Basil would paint the evil portrait and then turn up his nose at his deeds, Henry encouraged him, he saw the genius and originality in his life. Henry never so much as touched the portrait.

“You’re disgusted by what you yourself have made me, Basil. I won’t continue to be insulted by you.” He stood, remembering his pride in an instant, though still sniffling. His portrait hung behind Basil and a knife on the table beside it. Dorian was vaguely aware of both but he focused on Basil, shaking with a rage thus far unknown to him.

The quick snap of a reply prompted Basil to turn. To tear his eyes from the horrid image which loomed before him, one which burned him to look at yet he had been unable to look away from. It was a curse to behold … he couldn’t bring himself to imagine what all his creation had caused.

His creation ? Was it his fault ? Basil weakly shook his head.

What I made ?

Dorian, don’t you see what you have let yourself become ?

Basil’s heart wrenched at the sight, at the sound of Dorian’s betrayed sobs aimed at him. Aimed at defaming Basil’s work, at blaming him for all which had come to pass. For what happened to Dorian. Basil choked, a tightness in his throat which he struggled to fight past in order to merely speak.

“ Dorian . . . ” He wanted to apologize. It was the instinctive phrase which wanted to work its way out — but what was he apologizing for ? Something not of his doing ? Basil bit the inside of his lip, unsure of what to say.

“ It was not an insult. It was a plea. ”

The way in which his voice broke as he spoke was not something which he wished to be so painfully aware of. Every word uttered by Dorian, every phrase which crossed his own mind, however, yet managed to cut into his very being

That which he had thrown his heart into had turned to break it.

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i know i haven’t done much here in a bit but ! psa ! the time traveler / samuel has been moved to @dashingtravels !! i would love if you followed there to interact with him, i care him so very much and he’s very malleable between time periods and verses !!

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      Knightley’s reply was not what she’d been expecting, delivered with a firmness Emma was not unaccustomed to but had not thought such a situation had called for. The familiar feeling of reprimand threatened to redden the apples of her cheeks with embarrassment, but the gravity of his expression in pleading with her to remain behind kept the usual boiling over of her childish emotions at bay. Eyes flickered to the gesture of his hand, his insistence for her to keep her distance for whatever mess he claimed lay ahead and it caused Emma to withdraw a step from their proximity to one another.

“Surely there would be less mess if I could provide aid in any way? Is there no way for me to help?” What she hoped were confident words sounded soft and meek even by her own ears and Knightley was not one so easily persuaded, even by her wants and wishes. “Am I to remain here alone and unescorted?!” The indignation and impropriety of the prospect trumped any previous fears she might’ve had regarding actual mortal danger, or at least gave her a means of distraction.

Emma took a step away, and George could not decide whether to feel relieved or guilty. She kept her distance, and though he doubted she would listen to him for long, it was at least an assurance of a step in the right direction — yet she was there with no understanding of what was happening, and no possible way of understanding. Knightley doubted she would listen to him of he even attempted giving her an explanation.

“ No, Emma. ” Another decisive answer. “ I don’t want to risk you getting hurt — not when you have the chance of getting out of here safely. You are to remain alone, yes, until I can find a safer option for you. Are you listening to me ? ”

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[ @camaradcrie , continuing from ☆ ]

Algernon leaned back on the lounge, rolling his eyes slowly. "Then Ernest, you are more boring than I thought." He spoke with long vowels, drawing out the reprimand with a mocking lilt. "I hate being serious," he murmured, "it's the most dreadful thing, so much so that even admitting to it makes me feel quite ill." So said, he flopped onto his back.

"You'll get dinner with me tonight, won't you?" Wrist held out, he straightened the cuff of his sleeve. "I'm very tired of Lane's company." A pause. He sat up to look towards the door, as if unsure if his butler would be lurking nearby. Pleased, he laid back down. "Servants are never good company and I can't very well eat with him. Really, Ernest, it's the least you can do for putting me out."

“ Boring ? ” Ernest scoffed out a laugh. Leaning off of the bureau he’d been next to, he loosely crossed his arms. “ I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re hardly serious enough. ”

Arms unfolded to rest his hands in the pockets of his trousers. Weight shifts idly from foot to foot as he looks around the room without much purpose to the observations at all. “ I don’t have any prior engagements, so I fear I have little excuse to decline the invitation. If the only other option you have is Lane, then who am I to deny a man some new company ? You say I am boring, so perhaps I may not be the most adequate company after all. ”