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#duskdevoted; to prove to them, to everyone, that something new and different might triumph over their rules and restrictions.

an independent multi-muse roleplay blog largely featuring minor and original characters from a court of thorns and roses, crescent city & throne of glass. i'm consistently very passionate about characters who were mentioned once — bonus points if they were immediately killed off!

developed by amy. thirty-one, she / her, gmt.

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MIKA ABDALLA as ALLIE HAYES OFF CAMPUS 01.06 ‘The Breakaway’

#✧˚ · . starring — lola.#nepo baby party girl professional rockstar's girlfriend with a heart of gold how i love you

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MIKA ABDALLA via Instagram

#✧˚ · . starring — lola.#lola is such an old oc (altho different name)#and she has been scratching at my brain for months #and every time i see gifs of off campus i think of her so

f1ameheir

red tinted rage — when the other was merely mentioned , that is all she once saw. rage crafted by that man that had blinded her so thoroughly she failed to see rather than emeny , lyssandra was merely a mirror. one crafted to be an assassin , the other , a courtesan. so long she loathed her , and now , sitting beside her , there was not one singular person aelin’d rather have alongside while the world began to crumble. the only person who could pull that celaena smirk from the depths back to the surface.

❛ if you call me your majesty again , i am throwing the rest of this cheese at you. ❜ soft but audible laughter fills the stale air between them. the climax was approaching. pieces lost to time revealing themselves , truths hidden behind lies coming to fruition. every bridge crossed , the weight upon the blondes shoulders only grew. and the ability to mask her true emotion grew weary , even and most of all around rowan. she knew what she had to do , to save all those she cared about and those who were innocent — even if it meant she would never see the otherside herself.

a warm touch momentarily calms her racing heart momentarily , fingers gripping around lysandra’s as if she was the sole anchor she had anymore. and when mention of lys pledging her allegiance to her rang through her ear , aelin knew it was now or never to ask. never to expect , lysandra had every right to say no given the weight of the request. aelin wouldn’t blame her one second. how could she when she herself did not want it either ?voice falling soft , noting the privacy given to the queen and her right hand. ❛ i actually do. have something to ask of you i mean. ❜

duskdevoted

"that’s not the threat you think it is. i’ve been eyeing up the brie."

and it’s hardly a threat when she's experienced actual violence at the hands of her friend. strangely, it's one of her fondest memories from her former life. even at their worst moments, aelin is one of the few people with whom she always knew where she stood – even whilst tumbling down the stairs. her eyes glint like peridot in the soft light, but the mood shifts when she notices the slight tensing of aelin’s muscles beneath her skin. it would be imperceptible to most but lysandra’s instinct to notice body language is almost innate… perhaps it’s why she was so favoured by clarisse. it was an easy trait to nurture.

the shifter finds herself moving slightly, her body mirroring aelin’s as she prepares herself. it feels as though the brightness has left the room, her skin pales in the dimness. whatever her friend needs, it’s clear from the look on her face that it’s nothing good. but she already knows she’ll agree. even if it means assuming the life of another; even if it means returning to her old occupation to procure intel or an alliance. her heart sinks at the thought but she only nods as she readies herself for the blow to come.

"ask me. i’ll make sure you get what you need."

#f1ameheir #✧˚ · . writings — lysandra.#once again thinking about “we were girls together”

how should we celebrate? ( for manon, from dorian )

"somehow i don’t think you’d like to learn the way we celebrate, princeling." her voice is nothing more than a bored drawl but a glimmer of amusement flickers in her golden hues as she regards him. no, celebration for the iron teeth consisted of bloodshed and bedding. well, perhaps he would enjoy learning more about the latter. "do you think you could stomach it?" a glint of her iron teeth. a promise.

@stellascriptum

#this is such a short reply but i'm not 100% sure of her voice yet!#stellascriptum #stellascriptum: dorian #✧˚ · . writings — manon.

f1ameheir

comfort is offered without a cost. not in ways residing at the enchanted home had crafted , but from the three women of whom did not cast away the plea aelin sent to them. hearing the studies and depths they were digging into in order to uncover the unknown , the risks of which they carried given the eavesdropping aelin had found herself overhearing between nesta and the male they claimed as their high lord . . . there was no life long enough to repay the women. but doubt was not far from her focus. how long had it taken for aelin to uncover even the top of the iceberg that began her descent into wyrdmarks and world walking ? and even then she had aid from those who had known of their history and inner workings to further bring clarity to the chaos. and in a new world such as this , would the answer even be understandable when the time came ?

shoulders beg to fall inwards on themselves. perhaps they would have if not for gwyn’s hand come to rest between them in a motion that sang togetherness. the words that follow easing the weight that threaten to extinguish the fire queen all together.

“ i hope so. ” distant words carry before she finally lets turquoise eyes meet that of the priestess. “ i just wish there was more i could do. i keep racking my brain for ideas and clues but it just keeps coming up blank. and i understand why i cannot leave the house , the last thing i would ever wish to do is cause any harm to come to any of you for helping me , but there has to be something more. ”

that is when a title arises in her mind. a book that had followed her the initial days in the glass castle as if answering questions she had yet to form. “ this may sound crazy , and a reach so far that it borders on insane but . . . ” casting aside the long blonde strands from her face , eyes dart around as if looking for the eyes of the waiting house around her. “ the walking dead. it’s a book , one that has all kinds of notes about wyrdmarks. it could have at least an idea of where to get started. ”

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"we aren’t worried about you causing harm to us." amusement laces its way into her voice, the beginning of her laughter is a melody cut short as she contemplates how to explain their measures without giving away too much. "but this land is… special. nowhere else is protected quite like it. the high lord takes that very seriously. especially now."

it’s clear the future queen is going stir crazy. the house of wind is a magical place but she can’t help but feel she’d lose her mind if she were taken prisoner here, no matter how pampered. gwyn raises her palm as if to present it to a higher being – a quiet apology in case it somehow heard her thoughts. but there’s no sign of offence, no crumbling walls or surges of fire, as she turns her attention back to the blonde.

"you fell out of the sky, very little you say can sound crazy to me." her features are bright and open, ready to receive anything the other may offer, but at the mention of the book tugs her lips into a frown. "it sounds like a horror story, but no, it doesn't ring any bells." that’s not to say it doesn’t exist; that she hasn’t passed it every day without ever noticing it.

passed it every day without ever noticing it…

"i have an idea." gwyn begins, the brightness returning to her face. "i don’t suppose you can winnow? it would make my plan a lot easier if you can." the ability runs rampant in powerful bloodlines, something the land long ago set aside for high lords and their kin, but perhaps a shape shifting princess would also be capable. "house, do you still have a spare pair of my robes?" with that a drawer opens up, revealing pale blue fabric. gwyn offers a grateful smile before plucking the hooded cloak out and holding it up for aelin. "it looks like we’re the same size. how would you like to be a priestess for the day?"

#f1ameheir #✧˚ · . writings — gwyn.

bdazzled-a

brooke lets her head drop back against the seat of sprinter van — the preferred method of housewives franchise transportation — that's been sent to pick her up from harry reid international airport as she lets out a sigh. it's not his fault, really, that she's struggling to find the comedy in all of this. if it were anyone but her mother causing this mess, she'd likely be doubled over in a fit of giggles.

" your impression is terrible, " brooke finally speaks, letting some twinge of amusement color her tone even though she's in some sort of victoria-induced crisis mode.

" you'd be an awful spy. " now that gets a laugh from the designer, the sound tumbling out as easily as breathing. " you're, like, the least stealthy person i know. " not that she knows him well. not really. a very peyton-y voice sounds somewhere in the back of her head calling out ' but i bet you'd like to, wouldn't you? ' to that, her own inner voice responds by smothering the peyton-voice with a pillow. she'll be fine. she always comes back.

" ah, so that's why you wanted me to come. to get me back on camera. " deep down brooke knows that isn't it. but it's easier to keep her feelings on a long leash than tug them close, having them walk at her heel. detachment is best. even if his crooked smile sets something alight in her each and every time it's directed her way.

" i should be there in ten. whatever driver you guys got clearly doesn't care about the rules of the road. we're flying. doesn't he know he has precious cargo back here? " she teases.

duskdevoted

there are times when producing this series feels like herding cats. spoiled, bitchy cats with botox. and then there’s this. magic unfolding on screen – it inspires him, helps him to see the opportunity before him. perhaps that’s why he’s unable to hear that there’s barely more than a hint of amusement in brooke’s voice. his optimism has cast everything else in a rosy light.

"we can’t all be austin butler." the sound of brooke's laughter is as rich and addictive as syrup and before he knows it he’s laughing alongside her. he can’t risk being heard, doesn’t want to cut this phone call short, and julian once again peers around a pillar before borderline tip toeing off in the opposite direction and down a quiet hallway.

"being sneaky has never really appealed to me." the irony isn’t lost on him. "the only plots i have an interest in keeping up with are purely fictional." there’s no need to mention that the stories she regales him with also captivate him – or perhaps it’s the rasp in her voice and the twinkle in her eye that have done that.

"i wanted you to come for a lot of reasons." there’s an earnest edge to julian’s voice now. "but the camera does love you." julian is surprised by the cool, measured offering in his voice. in a strange way it feels like he’s just made a confession, but he doesn’t have any time to think about it.

"yeah, vince is like that." it’s why he sent him – to close the space between himself and the brunette as quickly as possible. a buzz of excitement has him surging through the lobby and out into the blazing sun. "but if there’s any damages, we’ll be sure to sue, ms. davis."

@bdazzled

#bdazzled #✧˚ · . writings — julian.