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# 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐃 : 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾 , 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖼 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 . 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾 , 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 , 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍 . 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 && 𝖽𝗈𝖼 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 !
[ 𝖽𝗈𝖼 + 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 + 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 + 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂 ]
𝟤𝟣+ . 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 . 𝗉𝗌𝗍 . 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗇𝗌 .
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drops this at ur feet @voidwidouw
i fear i have abandoned my boy .. sorry lo i mith u < 3 considering making a dual muse for lena & bob tho 👽
something has made me want to come back to the rpc and unfortunately that something is thunderbolts/yelena/boblena awe fuck
thinking of revamping arlo and making him Worse ... love him down but i feel like i started to burn out on my portrayal of him because i ended up watering down his concept so much to make him more malleable and easier to write against other muses. but i think he would be so much more interesting to me if i leaned into that selfish, messy party - boy persona i originally concocted when i first created arlo in my silly ronnie brain
Arlo isn't the first man to be named Princess of Castremam; gender is so fluid here, words even more so. There have been women named Prince, named King - there are plenty of women who have earned Sir that Jamie deeply admires. He hadn't understood the looks on Arlo's father's face when Paddy and Jamie sat at his table and they discussed the future. Like it was almost amusing that Arlo would be named Princess. He'd asked Paddy that night why that happened, and Paddy explained Essetirian gender norms to him, to which Jamie had scoffed, called fucking stupid, and then fully planned to use against Arlo whenever possible. Next thing he'd know, they'd say that colours had genders, too. Jamie's fucking glad he's not from Essetir - not that his wardrobe is the most vibrant thing in the world, of course; just that he can't imagine being told what he can and cannot wear based on his body.
Speaking of colour - Jamie's lips purse up and his head pulls back slightly at the sight of the cloak Arlo chose for their walk. Jamie is so used to the light colours of Castremam, their sky blue, their white, their light gold, that seeing colours like... what the fuck is that cloak, then? Purple-but-not? Seeing colours like it is a little much for his eyes. And definitely too much for his fashion taste. He tries not to scoff. "You've whined every day since I've met you," he retorts plainly, finally scoffing in offence at Arlo's last words. "Do you think my hair's this pretty 'cause I don't bathe? My skin's this clear because I don't use soap? I spend all day training to keep this kingdom - my kingdom - safe, sweating, and my skin is this clear, and my hair is this soft - piss off, Tidesman."
He fucking hates that Arlo is taller than him. Not that he's ever minded - Paddy is taller than him, Roy is taller than him, most of Jamie's friends are taller than him. But the fact that Arlo's taller than him is irritating - Arlo could be powerful, could be strong, could earn the honour of being of Castremam fucking easily. But he refuses. What if Essetir was under attack? Who would have defended his kingdom? Certainly not Arlo of Tides. He turns on his heel without a second word, almost storming out of the room. "Keep up," he all but orders, enjoying the way his own cloak moves behind him as he walks. He thinks he looks pretty, even if Arlo would never comment on it.
stiff, societal roles are practically all arlo has known, his entire life, and gender norms are certainly no exception . in the months leading up to he and jamie's official engagement, before he was to be sent away from all that he had ever known, arlo had spent a great deal of time researching and studying castremam's storied history . particularly after that first meeting with the essetirian king and queen — he still remembers those sneering expressions , the thinly - veiled amusement on both of his parents' faces. it was so funny to them that castremam had been ruled by woman kings and male queens, [ funnier - still ] that soon, arlo might join the ranks of the latter. the prince — soon - to - be princess, he supposes — thinks he would warm to the idea much quicker IF PRINCE PRICK didn't seem so eager to rub the notion in arlo's face every chance that he got.
said prince prick is eyeing arlo's cloak with disdain, which makes the essetirian scoff. as if he has any room to make comments on arlo's fashion sense. gods, they haven't even left the castle yet and he's near - fuming. he gnaws on his lip, hands clenching at his sides to keep from reaching out and positively throttling his fiancee. which, he could laugh at that title, truly. 'you've whined every day since i've met you,' and okay, perhaps he has, but who wouldn't in his position? that's hardly fair. jamie goes on rambling about how hard he works out and how pretty he is and arlo feigns snoring , eyes blinking closed droopily, because prince jamie of castremam turns him into A FUCKING CHILD , apparently. said man turns on heel haughtily, commanding arlo to keep up, because ordering arlo around seems to be one of his favorite pastimes as of late.
arlo follows nevertheless, amused at how his only slightly - longer strides catch him up to jamie with relative ease. 'y'know, pretty's not exactly a word i would've thought to describe you,' he chirps, like the little shit that he is. and the liar he is , too. prince jamie is absolutely pretty, gorgeous even, but every word that comes out of THE BASTARD'S MOUTH is abhorrent and makes arlo want to wring his neck. so that sort of ruins the whole illusion. 'oafish, maybe, uncouth most definitely. boorish? absolutely,' he continues to list off as he flounces behind jamie, irritated scowl slowly melting to a delighted grin.
the prince only half - means what he's saying, of course, and if jamie had ever noticed the way arlo's gaze caught on plush lips, or that chiseled - jawline, he'd be able to call him on his bluff with ease. alas, arlo thinks he's been quite … coy, in his appreciation of the castremamian's countenance. 'when people hear the word 'pretty', i rather think they imagine someone more like … me,' he grins, batting his lashes and running a hand through silk - soft curls.
i know ive been on hiatus for uhhhhhh almost two months now but can u do me a favor and interact w this post if u dont want me to drop our current threads? including stuff i've yet to move over from 'lo's archive so i know what to clear out from drafts and what to keep
# 𝐅𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍: 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 && 𝗈𝖼 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗎𝗋'𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝟥. 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀; 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗇 && 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾. 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝗎. && 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌, && 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾. ⓒ
she’s absolutely ensnared by his gaze and then trapped in his grasp, her body even warmer still against his sun - hot body. this was worth waiting for, worth the air he took from her lungs with his kisses, barely through her door they were as he pulls her in by her waist -- the tickle of lashes on her skin makes her smile turn dizzy, nose wrinkling up while her fingers sink into his hair, making a soft sound soaked with want as he pulls back and allows her to just look at him with those pupils that must match her own, bright blue piercing eyes darkened with nothing short of lust. oh, arlo thompson, what affect did you have upon her?
" i uh, " he's gorgeous.. not just on the surface but so much deeper -- he was so full of love and heart despite the industry that raised him, despite the harsh headlines (oh, she'd seen them) and the lack of autonomy (she's already tasting that fame; there comes a point where you belong to the public).. despite it all, here he was, with such love to give.. it makes her head spin, " arlo, this is.. this is insane but i.. " her fingers skitter through his hair, take hold of his cheeks again, thumbs rubbing such sweet circles on his cheekbones, " this is insane.. i think i.. i think i'm.. " she brings her lips to his, a rosey blush slowly raising on her skin, dipping down to flush her chest, too, " think i love you. " she mumbles, ever the romantic as her plush lips catch his, tongue begging for entrance, body carefully pushing him into the wall of her hallway. funny, it might be insane but it felt so right to say, felt like the only way to stop herself dancing around him in such circles.
arlo feels positively intoxicated by tanya, drunk off of the soft noises she makes and the feeling of her small frame pressed up against his just - so. she's radiating heat like a furnace, SKIN ACHINGLY WARM on arlo's and it makes the actor shiver with delight. his body temperature has always ran cold, skin flushing petal - pink so easily from so much as a mere chill in the air. though now the bloom of red across his cheeks is more likely from the liquor, or perhaps the way tanya's tongue had tangled with his. when he pulls away from her, she glances up at the actor with hazy , shockingly - blue eyes that are [ clouded with want ; ] that same expression he's so sure is mirrored in his own gaze. she rambles sweetly, fingers roaming through his soft locks and caressing the angle of his cheekbones. a saccharine , stupidly fond smile tugs at the corners of arlo's mouth, when the words that tumble out of tanya's make him freeze.
his smile doesn't falter for a moment, in fact, it only grows wider as the rosy - red spreads from the apples of her cheeks down to her chest. 'think i love you,' she murmurs nervously and fuck, arlo's heart clenches. before he can give a semblance of a response, not even a 'think i might love you, too,' she's KISSING HIM BREATHLESS up against the wall, the actor's hands scrambling for purchase around the curve of her waist. a soft, airy moan slips past spit - slick lips as tanya [ drinks him in , ] driving him to the very edge of his sanity. everyone had always teased arlo for falling too - fast , for always being the first to say i love you. the first to ask about moving in together, the first to ask, 'should we make it official?' . this … this is not something he's ever felt before. but it makes him giddy and dopey and his heart is hammering against his ribcage, so hard that he's sure tanya can feel it. he hopes she can feel it.
having such major burnout ngl, getting to that point where my brain is like "just delete all of ur blogs and fall off the face of the earth" and that is PRECISELY what i do not want to do. this monday marks the start of my fall semester so i'm going to be on a soft hiatus until further notice. ill still be around and might queue a few things but for the most part i'll probably be offline for a bit 🫶
PURPLE HEARTS (2022) dir. Elizabeth Allen Rosenbaum
dani leaves a birthday card for arlo and on the front is one of arlo's movie posters, except dani has been photoshopped in to replace his co-star and upon opening the card, a bunch of confetti falls out. written on the inside of the card is ¡feliz cumpleaños! and two big hearts drawn by dani. [this is in addition to a present that my small peabrain has not come up with yet but knowing dani it's probably a handmade trinket of some kind. arlo could buy himself anything he wants so dani probably decides to make him something. maybe a fun little bracelet, whomst knows??]
arlo's birthday has always been such a point of contention for the young actor — a sensitive subject, in many ways, and the trigger for far too - many cold , heartrending memories . during his childhood, his parents would oft forget to wish him a happy birthday, only doing so when the well - wishes and praise began flooding social media, reminding them that, yes, their only son had been born on this day! other birthdays they forgot entirely, scheduling meetings or trips abroad on the seventeenth, leaving arlo and his sisters under the care of the nanny or a friend. suffice to say, for a long time, his birthday wasn't something he cared to celebrate, nor even really acknowledge ( though being a celebrity of his status, that's been near impossible ) . it's a recent thing, him coming to like his birthday — spending the marred day with FRIENDS && LOVED ONES who genuinely give a shit about him, not just for appearance's sake.
take, for example, dani rojas. the wonderful, beautiful man who he's come to love so fucking much it makes his lungs burn and his blood turn to fire in his veins. as he opens the customized card, he's assaulted with confetti and even that makes his heart constrict, squeezing in his chest cavity like he's got a ball python slithering around in there somewhere. if that wasn't already enough to get him teary - eyed and sniffling like the melt that he is, something else falls out of the card and onto his dining room table. it's a BEADED , HANDMADE BRACELET with his name spelled out in those square little early 2000s - esque block beads. the rest of the beads are shades of yellow and orange, arlo's favorite colors. arlo would bet anything that dani's got his own little bracelet to match, too, already stretched across the width of his wrist right as arlo's reading this very card. he quickly pulls the bracelet on and snaps a picture, texting it to dani in probably record - time.
[ actual sunshine ☀️: ] this is perfect. thank u so much <3
[ actual sunshine ☀️: ] i love u.
unprompted / birthday wishes for ickle arlo !
(maybe she’d done a little bit of research online, but these sorts of things are important.) it’s a small container, a little cup, with a single-size tiramisu in it. it’s not much, but it’s home-made. “happy birth - thday!”
the expression that paints itself across arlo's features is one for the papers, to say the least. he's sure he looks a bit stupid, with his jaw dropped a little wide, eyes widened to the size of saucers — but c'mon! annette — darling, skittish, unsure little annette had not only remembered his birthday, but has made him a cake as well. from the delicious coffee aroma wafting from the cup, he thinks it's tiramisu, which is one of his favorites. ah, annette. his dear, lovely friend, quick to spook AS A HUMMINGBIRD and just as flighty. their relationship is still tenuous, what with arlo's extraverted, larger - than - life personality and her timidness, but he values her all the same. and he feels nothing short of lucky that she's allowed him into her life, and all the strange, exciting, and at times, painful things that accompany it. ❝ thank you, love. you're really too good t' me, honest. ❞
unprompted / birthday wishes for ickle arlo !
she’d been making a lot of cakes recently, for no real reason (or so she’d told him).. In reality, it was so that this cake would be perfect, one that she’d taken such time to bake and ice. Tan’s up before him, had crept about to get things ready, now she knocks the bedroom door open with her foot, gunther holding a giftbag handle in his mouth as she brings in a tray, crooning a soft take of happy birthday as she sets the tray on the beauty table, the giftbag being put beside it, “ hey, beautiful birthday boy. “ tan murmurs gently, climbing onto the bed to offer him a few sleepy, soft smooches, “ morning, gorgeous.. Happy birthday. “ she’d the perfect day planned: one entirely centred around him, spoiling and treating him silly before they headed for dinner in the evening ( in truth, their friends and family - chosen, mostly - would be packed into the wine bar, ready to further celebrate him in all his glory ). “ i am so grateful for you, darlin’, i’m so lucky to have you, to be able to call you mine… i hope this is another one of our millions of birthdays together, huh? “ her lips dip, kissing his collarbone a few times before gunther takes that as his cue to leave. Her lips travel, moving a little – birthdays were best begun with a blowjob, in her opinion.
arlo should've caught on sooner, really — but is it any wonder he'd just smiled and nodded his head when suddenly their kitchen was full of baked goods and his beautiful wife was walking around in an apron? no, he'd been far too distracted with kissing the frosting from the corners of her mouth to really question why tan had suddenly decided cakes were her new hobby. she waltzes into their bedroom with gunther at her feet, and FUCK THAT'S ADORABLE , he's got a present hanging from his mouth. arlo's still bleary - eyed and weary, but the sweet croon of his spouse's voice as she sings happy birthday tugs him away from the seductive pull of sleep's hazy grasp. ❝ good morning, baby, ❞ he murmurs, jaw aching from the tooth - rottingly sweet grin kicking up the corners of his mouth. gah, he's so in love he could die.
❝ i am so grateful for you, darlin’, i’m so lucky to have you, to be able to call you mine… i hope this is another one of our millions of birthdays together, huh? ❞ her tender words are followed by equally tender kisses, peppered across the breadth of his collarbones and a keening , contended little snuffle puffs from his nose as he nuzzles down into her face, adjusting himself into a sitting position. tanya's in the zone, but arlo's determined to get in a few words of thanks before she steamrolls him entirely, the spitfire — HIS LITTLE LIONESS . ❝ m'grateful for you, too. dunno where i'd be without you, really. well. i know i'd still be so lonely an' lost, that's for sure, ❞ he ponders, and he's being playful, but it's the truth. no one in his life has ever returned his affections the way tanya has. never has their LOVE BEEN HALF - HEARTED . ❝ think the universe sent you t' me. knew i couldn't save myself. knew that we could save each other instead, ❞ his words are getting watery and fuck, he's such a melt but he doesn't even care if he's being foolishly sentimental. this is his soulmate and he's not afraid to say so.
as she moves down his body, though, the bittersweet sting in his chest warms, becoming something else entirely. his hand curls in her dark tresses as he grins down at her stupidly. ❝ this early in th' mornin'? before cake ? ❞ he's joking, but also, the idea of getting FROSTING INTO THE MIX is admittedly kind of hot.
unprompted / birthday wishes for ickle arlo !
hello friends ! i know people usually do follow-forevers and dish out a long list of mutuals out of appreciation but im going to try something different. a big part of my writing experience and joy is reading threads between my favorite writers so here's a theme based list of my mutuals that you should follow.
most of you know that i dont collect characters, i collect good fucking writers who have amazing talent and fantastic grasp on diction, tone, syntax and character development. they are the cream of the crop, the best of the best. some of these i follow on my other blogs as well. these blogs range from long to short form but are quality. i would love nothing more than for them to have more followers and admirers as they deserve.
if you are not on this list, it just means im not familiar enough with your work in one way or another but i cant wait to be!
bold: highly active writing partner and/or long time fan-follower.
oh gods.
@efoyisk @sovereyn @alfather @laevisiloki @serpernt @unseenking @thunderbringer
oh the humanity!
@burningsky @dctrreids. @mieczlw @hijckcd @kinghaargrove @tiderider @wheelrisms @ontcri @eddie @famegod @pu1itzer @mobiues @graunblida @rebelcliche @metalsiren @nightmdic @selfruin @wcstenra @perniicious @agntross
multimuses.
@dngerclose @trcnsitioncl @tewwor @goldpetriichor @dethtale @innerwar @sindicate @finalslay @shadowbrn @rotmori @thorrncrowned @courtofmuses @murkyhazed @starsinshadows @ofeden @godstrayed @intohero @innerwar @lornrequiem
[ PART 1 ]
it is officially, if we're going off london time, arlo's birthday!!! 🥳🎉🎉 happy bday to my leo king
nick posted a photo dump 30 minutes ago and im gnawing on my phone a little bit
