towers, they tumble

[ivoryfall]

ivoryfall ✧ she/her ✧ GMT+1 multi-muse | multi-verse | selective | est. april 2022 tracking: ivoryfall

🌸 Links:

✧ current focus  / ✧ muse archive / ✧ rules  / ✧ thread tracker

🌸 Writing notes:

Thread status: 7 / 10 active threads.

I keep a maximum of 10 active tracked threads for sanity. Memes, plotting, and low-pressure ideas are still welcome, but new threads may wait if I am close to cap.

Writing here is scene-driven and reactive — closer to stage play pacing than longform prose.

I prioritise timing, atmosphere, and character exchange over length.

Most threads begin in medias res — the scene is already in motion.

🌸 Interaction:

Feel free to jump into opens at any time.I run RP more like improv than pre-plotted threads — I will usually provide:

— 💌 a situation already happening — 🗂️ an opening line — 🧵 and sometimes suggested roles your muse can take

You don’t need to plan extensively beforehand — just pick a dynamic and enter the scene. If you’re unsure what to do, I’m happy to give you a role to step into.

— 🖼️ All FC types welcome — live action, animated, manhwa, etc.

[the-expatriate]

"An interesting perspective miss. However, it is nice to hope for it. Even if it may be peace from the trivial nonsense."

[ivoryfall]

"even on that immaterial front, it offers us very poor cooperation. though i suppose hoping for it is not the same as expecting it."

[constellaris]

Entire body jolted, head quickly whipping toward the direction the other's voice had come from. Ri-ha had thought herself alone ...

" Oh , um ... I - I'm sorry ... ? "

[ivoryfall]

startling near hard enough to split seams in skin--certain lessons would be required for this girl. in this ruin of a castle, apologies did not matter.

"compose yourself before you find yourself deprived of what few inches you have left to give."

[ivoryfall]

don’t worry, i’ll be back to threading in 5–10 business days after i escape world bible / muse notes / social machinery google docs hell 🩷 everything is fine. i am simply being buried alive under headings, court etiquette, relationship statuses, and the consequences of my own imagination 🌸 plotting is still open! you may toss dynamics / muse thoughts / thread ideas into the pit — my updated interest tracker is linked here too for anyone who wants an easy starting point. i live here now, apparently.

[ivoryfall]

small rules update 🩷 mostly just clarifying how i follow / interact. nothing dramatic — i’m private, muse-focused, and don’t really investigate muns beyond what’s in rules / about pages. i follow based on writing, muse interest, direct interaction, and general vibe. as always, please curate your own space however you need. softblock / block freely if my presence or interactions make you uncomfortable; no hard feelings 🌸

[ivoryfall]

✨ plot with me: court fantasy edition ✨

i made a little plotting form for anyone who wants to throw a muse at one of mine but doesn’t know where to start. 💌

think of it like an interest check, but with a few extra moving parts so we can find something more specific than:

🏰 random ball 🌙 random balcony 🌿 random garden 🚪 random hallway 👀 vague court encounter

short answers are fine! you don’t have to answer everything. “whoever fits best” is also a valid answer if you’re not sure which of my muses you want. 🩷

mostly this is just to help me figure out:

🕯️ which muse of mine might fit yours 🕯️ what kind of dynamic you want 🕯️ what your muse wants / avoids 🕯️ what sort of scene gives both muses a reason to be there 🕯️ what boundaries or preferences i should keep in mind

aka: let’s give the pretty fantasy people something to do besides standing near marble. 🫶

[link here]

[dewrose]

◜ ♡ ॱ𓏽 nicoleta this, my lady that. by now nikki has figured out she is, once again, in another world. vastly different from miraland in many ways but the biggest one is that she isn't herself. she is some nicoleta, daughter of a count ? it's all very confusing and she hasn't figured out all the details yet but she did manage to get some people to call her 'nikki', a nickname for this character. being taken to the modiste is at least a relief, she can be around clothes which always brings her a sense of comfort while she tries to figure out what kind of world this is. ∿ plotted thing for @ivoryfall .ᐟ

[ivoryfall]

hands that stitch never tire of their pinnings, of their silk and their taffeta. numbness begins to tingle at the back of her leg. the marquis’ daughter never falters, never gives an inch for short-lived comfort. a hand too firmly applied, and that’s how the story’s spun.

eris thought she had known the lady nicoleta’s; five times the witness to her noble peer’s antics. always maison bellrose, always darling mina, always excessive bows at the neckline. 

not once today.

eris remains still, watchful of the mirror’s glass.

[lady-scorpion-and-friends]

Ivoryfall started to following you

Lily were feeling down lately, once again her father, the Duke of the Hunter's house, were out for a few days, it could be weeks.

She walked thru the dark hallways at night until she stopped in front of a certain portrait.She somehow have been feeling that something is missing. She had hear her father talking about her mother, she did enjoy it but it was a weird feeling though. Missing someone that she never had a chance to meet.

She looked at the portrait, having that empty feeling again. She looked at herself, mostly the dress she was using, she remembered asking her father as a kid to try on her late mother's dresses, she enjoy it wearing them now, still it felt like a piece of her was missing. She turned and rest her back against the furniture in front of the wood, sighing as she whispered to herself "I wish I've meet you, mother".

She remained there in the dark with only the candle's light iluminating the place, unaware that someone might see her there.

@ivoryfall

[ivoryfall]

madeline had not so much entered as appeared at her side… "i wish i had milk," precious houseguest, eyes brightened past bedtime, looked up at lily—that focus turns to tugging at the crook of the older girl's elbow. "it's your house--show me where it is, and stop moping."

[ofcinderellaandash]

She pressed her lips together, not out of frustration or fear, but in acknowledgment of a truth she could not deny. The royal highness was, indeed, correct. She ought to be memorable—never again the small, unseen girl her stepmother had sought to shape.

"Thank you for your wisdom, Your Highness," she replied, her voice gentle yet composed. As she reached for the proper utensil, she selected the salad fork with quiet certainty, recognizing it by its distinct shape. Such refinements had been instilled in her with meticulous care, each lesson etched into memory with swift and unwavering precision.

[ivoryfall]

a soft but altogether exasperated sigh, silk gloves remain a bastion of restraint in front of the folds of her gown. “your highness, if i may be frank— a display of your palace’s fine silverware is unnecessary in the face of the guests yet to be seated.” refinements have as much their time and place as any of them.

[ofcinderellaandash]

"Hmm?" Cinderella was still fairly new to being a princess, and although she spent hours in etiquette training, she found herself faltering more often under a stern gaze.

"Oh—my apologies, Your Highness." She flinched almost immediately, the tone striking something all too familiar. For a fleeting moment, she was no longer in a palace, but back beneath her stepmother’s watchful eye.

Her composure wavered as she lowered her gaze, careful, careful. She slipped off the stained glove with quiet haste and handed it to a servant, accepting a fresh pair without protest.

"I am still… learning," she admitted softly. "I have yet to grow accustomed to all of this."

[ivoryfall]

a sleek brow rises as the excuses flow from the newly crowned princess ella of the house charmant—so eager to pacify the attending court. “grow accustomed as you must, but do not forget where and among whom you stand. they will never forget you.”

[ivoryfall]

@ofcinderellaandash

are the servants on strike? no--they stand idly by as their princess flits along the edge of the overladen buffet tables. "your highness' gloves will come away ruined at the touch of another used dish, i fear."

[ivoryfall]

“they laughed when she returned. they don’t anymore.”

courtenay, recently divorced and back in her childhood home, finds her diminished status reflected most sharply in the servants who once feared her. one moment of retaliation—poorly judged, impossible to take back—and now the entire household has shifted around her.

the house is quiet. but not kind.

✧ looking for:

a noble / guest who witnessed (or heard of) the incident and forms an opinion

a household member / steward / senior servant navigating the fallout

someone who pushes her further vs someone who calls her out

any dynamic built on tension, observation, and social consequence

♡ like this post and i’ll come to you to plot ♡

[constellaris]

She won't let the nightmares get to her. No no no!

[ivoryfall]

"you'll wrinkle if you keep pulling at your face like that."

[ivoryfall]

✧ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 / 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ✧

okay but what if — and hear me out — post-divorce court drama but make it painfully grounded

courtenay did everything right — respectable match, stable future, no foolish romanticism — and still ended up right back in her childhood bedroom with a polite scandal attached to her name.

no villain arc. no dramatic escape. just:

“this was supposed to work.”

and now she’s navigating:

✧ being back in a house that still thinks she’s the same girl ✧ a society that would prefer she quietly try again ✧ and the slow, stubborn realisation that she doesn’t actually want the life she chose the first time

very loosely inspired by the premise of Another Typical Fantasy Romance — just without the transmigration/reincarnation angle, and filtered through my own verse / nonsense.

i am LOOKING for someone to come be the problem (affectionate):

✧ the man she shouldn’t pick this time ✧ the one who meets her after the illusion broke ✧ someone practical, inconvenient, maybe a little too perceptive

could be:

— a family acquaintance who remembers her before the marriage — someone tied to her ex’s world (awkward, political, delicious) — a “sensible” second match that starts… not so sensible — literally come at me with your own angle I am so serious

tone:

slow burn, second chances, quiet defiance, “the world thinks she already won,” small choices with consequences, Lucky by Britney Spears playing faintly in the background at all times

i have vibes, i have scenes, i have ✧ emotional damage ✧ pls come build something messy and human with me

♡ like / comment / dm / carrier pigeon idc just grab me ♡

[the-expatriate]

"Sometimes all I want is peace, but all I get are problems."

[ivoryfall]

"peace is rarely a currency that trades well at court, madam pari, dispiriting as it is."

[kingdomofbellows]

“Oh heavens! I’ve been mistaken for many a woman but never her Highness before~!” Eileen laughs gently. “No, tis I, Duchess Alire. Her Highness is in attendance however, as well as Her Majesty. They shall be along shortly.”

She gives another sweet laugh. “How have you been Your Grace? Well I do hope. I must give my thanks for such a generous invitation.”

[ivoryfall]

"oh! your grace, then—apologies, i..." the stock card bends slightly between gloved hands. tiffany softly exhales. "i can't quite make neither head nor tail of this place." …invited? i… was invited too.

[ivoryfall]

@kingdomofbellows

"your...highness?" not the duchess of alire? tiffany remains as lost as she started. the flow of courtiers continue past the pair into the banquet hall.