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THEY CRIED ‘ HOLY, HOLY! ’
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💘.
@legendcrown said : ‘ would you be my bride if i were to take you into the ground ? ’
easy laughter floats above the duo, hands brushing against one another. giddy on one another’s company, flirtation flits between the two — a familiar dance of theirs, an easy rhythm interspaced with warm laughter, bright smiles and flushed cheeks a testament to the joy that comes from spending time with one held so very dear.
loose-limbed and relaxed, fingers brush against each other: claws and painted nails ( the polish chipped, but still evident ), roughened palms and soft paw-pads a stark contrast to each other. and yet: the gestures are gentle, fingers skimming fur before flitting away — another form of their teasing flirtations. here they sit, so very close together, but not quite touching, mirth-filled eyes meeting each other’s gaze and then looking away coyly. not-quite-bashful, not-quite-confident, this delicate dance is one well practiced.
here, on this warm late-afternoon, the air is not quite still, the occasional breeze ruffling hair and fur, tugging playfully at loose strands before whirling away. it carries with itself the words spoken and their laughter, saving syllables for itself.
the question posed, kris raises an eyebrow as a soft smile quirks fruit-stained lips. “ your bride? ” they say, words lilting with mirth. “ my, what a question to ask… it’s so sudden, my heart. ” they bat long lashes towards ralsei, scarlet eyes not hidden behind messy bangs. here, they are comfortable, not feeling the need to hide: here, they are safe. “ to be your bride, your bride of the underground… of this underworld— to be by your side forever? ” kris’ tone is warm, almost wistful, and they place their hand over ralsei’s, interlacing their fingers together before they gently squeeze. “ that does sound delightful — our souls together forever… ” they shift closer to ralsei, leaning their head against his.
“ i’d be more than alright with that. ”
THEY CRIED ‘ HOLY, HOLY! ’
art cred. // promo cred.
@dyavol asked : 💭 + Heroism // prompt: send 💭 + a word and my muse will give their opinion on it.
heroism.
rather: what does it mean to be a hero?
or: how does one become a hero?
or: is there such thing as heroes?
by what measure does one measure heroism? a person, charging to certain doom, racing against the odds, fighting for what they believe in? is it heroism to lay down your life for people who don’t know you exist, who don’t give a shit if you live or die? selfless- ness to the extreme: claw your way to victory for every- one, laying your life on the line for the sole purpose of it’s the right thing to do. sacrifice for sacrifice’s sake: a lamb willingly going to the slaughter to spare others.
a hero is a sacrifice is a martyr. a hero does not want, do they? a hero cannot: for, they must give to be heroic, give and give and give and give until there is nothing left. that is what is demanded: in all stories, a hero is a giver, someone who is so noble that they do not think twice. they do not dare to ask please, may i have this one thing, may i have-have-have-have. a hero must give-give-give: their life is a promise to protect, to burn at the stake and thank those who lit the flames.
to want, to desire, to crave! to beg to please, please, may i have my own life, may i please lay down my sword — may i protect those i hold dear, and not give until i bleed myself dry—
a human, staring into the face of god, and saying no, i will defy you, i will defy the fates, i will rend the world to save what i love. sacrifice, but to save someone you love. grit- ting your teeth, making your stand, saying against all odds, i will be happy. i will save my heart. today, this is for me. selfish, yes, but is it not better to love yourself first? defy the slaughter, defy the gods, use bloody hands to grip and to hold and to refuse to let go. sacrifice: but not your own life. sacrifice: but save those you love.
“ ‘t’s bullshit. ” a lazy shrug, a hand running through tousle- d hair. “ people idolize heroes. ‘t’s just…bullshit. they’re people. shouldn’t have to to be selfless all the goddamn time. shouldn’t have to meet all these…expectations. ” their voice carries a quiet intensity, gaze fixated elsewhere: thinking, considering, their own role as a ‘ hero ’.
selfish as they are: wanting, desiring, hungering, stomach never full, bones always hollow. can they be considered a hero? heroic they are not. compelled to protect others, yes: but oh! if it came to it, they would take-take-take, protecting those they hold dear first.
shit we say in streams, pt 3
you came in at a weird time. he’s a famous tv man! it’s the jepordy man! i’d murder gnomes. you’d murder gnomes? YOU’D MURDER GNOMES? a leech with a knife in his mouth, sprinting at you, top speed–– he! has! a! knife! hey! wake the fuck up! we got adventures to do! [throws things to wake them up] [aggressively quotes shakespeare] i can quote that entire play from memory, here, let me demonstrate–– what is a name? i almost fell! i haven’t fallen off the stairs before. if it was minutes, i’d be terrified. frankly, i’m terrified right now. bad and naughty children get put in the shame cube. maybe it’s birds. i don’t think it’s birds. maybe it’s horses! it’s definitely not horses. horses are just large children. i don’t think that’s true. i’m going to put a gnome in a filing cabinet. put it on your foot! your foot! you can eat leather! beef jerky is just leather you can eat. i’m going to eat a shoe. please don’t eat the shoes. look at that nasty clown doll. i want it! arrested for music crimes he’s more of a jazz man, i think let’s not fall to our death right now! there’s nothing in this goddamn arm! why is his arm empty? where are your bones? where are you keeping them! i want [name] to have a knife fuck you and everything you stand for–– is that a fish? this is a chef harassment zone! everybody here has scurvy? this soap in your soup is to cleanse your sins. i want jesus spot remover. chefs aren’t valid. if you’re a chef, fuck you. this is why you eat children. that’s not his face! he stole someone’s hands. soap and soup are one letter apart? coincidence, i think not! i’m the only one in this fucking family brave enough to wear shoes. why is this random-ass doll in a freezer? come stab me, i wanna be stabbed! [name] has teeth on their feet. i have very important nine year old things to do, like overthrow the government and murder. [name], [name], you’re killing your mother. ma’am? ma’am, are you dead? mom? mom? mom? okay, guess not. can i get a glass of water? i hope [name] knows i love them. why gnomes? gnomes are cute! we’re not talking about about cannibalism being legal again. you know, this brings a whole new meaning to family dinners. can’t make fun of me if they’re dead. i’d make fun of someone as they killed me. what are they gonna do? kill me?
simping softness prompts.
basically i got shippy and now there’s these soft little prompts for romantic, platonic, and yearning situations!! use them at your leisure!
“ you’re shivering. here, take my jacket. ”
“ you… sorry, you just got a little something on your face… here, let me get it for you. ”
“ hey, so… i know you haven’t been feeling great, so i picked up a few of your favorite snacks, drinks… ”
“ you stayed? ”
“ well, of course i stayed. you’re here, where else would i be? ”
“ oh! i found this in the mall, i figured it might be something you’d like! ”
“ hey, everything’s gonna be fine. stay where you are, i’m on my way. ”
“ wow… you look… you look amazing. ”
“ we should grab some coffee together, sometime. ”
“ holy crap, i thought you were dead! never do that to me again! ”
“ i made some breakfast, if you’re hungry? ”
“ your hands are freezing! let me warm them up… ”
“ i knew you wouldn’t go to sleep willingly, so i brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay? ”
“ it’s okay. i promise you, i will be here when you wake up. ”
“ hey! hey, hey, it’s alright! it’s okay, my darling/friend/love, i’m here, i’ve got you… ”
“ i’ll walk you home. ”
“ you need a lift? ”
“ i… sometimes, i guess i kinda wish you could see yourself through my eyes. ”
“ i see you still have my shirt! ”
“ i got starbucks. this is your favorite, isn’t it? ”
“ you look like you could use a hug. ”
“ okay, quit it with the drinks. i think that’s enough, hmm? i’ll cover the tab, but for now, let’s get you home… ”
“ i’m not letting you sleep on the couch. come on. get under the blankets. ”
“ i mean… i-i’m cool with sharing the bed if you are. ”
“ you were in a really bad way, i wasn’t about to abandon you. ”
“ hey… you’ve been crying. ”
“ don’t think i won’t carry you if i have to! ”
“ of course i noticed. i notice everything about you. ”
“ i knew you wouldn’t bring a jacket, so i made sure to color co-ordinate with you so you could wear mine on the way home. ”
“ please, talk to me… it kills me seeing you like this. ”
“ i got a reservation at that fancy italian place you like. come on. get ready, we can get there in time if we get dressed now! ”
“ he/she/they were an idiot. you’re amazing, and if they can’t see that, that’s on them. ”
“ i’d happily go kick their arse, but i don’t think that would help you. ”
“ you don’t owe me anything. ”
“ i wish i could just freeze time. let this moment be forever. ”
“ i got you some flowers. but, if you have allergies, i also got fake flowers! just in case. ”
“ you realise you don’t need to ask my permission, don’t you? ”
“ what’s mine is yours. always. ”
“ i don’t know precisely what i did to earn your presence in my life, but… i’d do it a thousand times over if i knew what it was. ”
“ yes, these last few years have been a living hell, but… i’d live them a thousand times over if it meant you being safe and happy. ”
“ i don’t care about everyone else! i care about you, [NAME]!”
𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ OF FAIRYTALES, FOLKLORE AND FAEKIND.
scenarios inspired by various settings, encounters & magic tucked between pages, fashioned by the author.
+ feel free to change pronouns / roles !
FAIRYTALES.
‘ let me guess, you thought a true love’s kiss would help you. ’
‘ you will always follow the trail in the wood, and it will guide you on the same path, to the same cottage, the same witch. it will always be your undoing. ’
‘ i have never seen a more tragic creature. how might i help you ? ’
‘ you must take this knife and plunge it into his / her / their heart. ’
‘ forget yourself. that is how you break your curse. ’
‘ remove this thorn from my hand, and you will be rewarded. ’
‘ i’m tired of being a prince. i think i would actually enjoy being a frog. ’
‘ tell me of the beast, and i will hunt it for you. ’
‘ mice are never just mice, and pumpkins are rarely just pumpkins. ’
‘ i don’t think breaking a spell should be this simple. ’
‘ i never thought i’d return here, to the site where it all began. ’
‘ are you an orphan ? it’s just that they’re always finding themselves in magical predicaments. ’
‘ the mirror speaks falsely in your ear. it is your true curse. ’
‘ my heart feels uneasy, although i am free. is it supposed to ? ’
‘ i’m sorry, it’s just that i thought this is the part of the quest where the animals ought to start talking to me. ’
‘ of course i plan on going to the ball. why wouldn’t i ? ’
‘ jealousy has made more witches out of women than adam’s rib. ’
‘ where has choosing goodheartedness and having golden hair ever gotten you ? ’
‘ are you a helpful wizard, or the kind that sits in a tower reading moldy books ? ’
‘ i’m dreadfully bored. who knew waiting for a prince was so strenuous ? ’
‘ we all have towers we must leave, and magic that will try to thwart us. ’
‘ i’m afraid for the clock to strike. the hour will ring in the place of my heartbeat when we must be parted. ’
‘ i had no idea carpets could fly. or pigs for that matter. ’
‘ what would happen if the knight did not arrive to the castle, and the dragon made a den of it and a hoard of its people and prize of its princess ? ’
‘ i sometimes think i was switched out at birth, like a lizard in a bird’s nest. i belong somewhere else. ’
‘ in another kingdom exists a throne and a crown that is mine by right. ’
‘ if i did not wake up one day, i would still be waiting on a spinning wheel, dutifully bored. ’
‘ something in me knows you are here for my heart. ’
FOLKLORE.
‘ in all the myths i’ve heard, it’s never been worthwhile to approach strange sights. it’s best to turn around and pretend you never saw them. ’
‘ nothing is folklore until it exists longer than consciousness remembers, and lives in spite of it. ’
‘ i’ve heard your name before, in songs and lengthy ballads. ’
‘ whatever has led you here to me, there is destiny in its making. ’
‘ the beast returns every century or so, and tries to devour us. it will come again before long. ’
‘ a pretty face is not nothing. it earns you a hearth and a kind hand, after all. ’
‘ their lips are red as blood, and their teeth carve ruin into throats. ’
‘ aren’t dragons supposed to breathe fire and make a fuss about having their treasure found ? ’
‘ someday you will become a pilgrim, a saint, or a favored story, while i will be a voice on the wind. ’
‘ the stories say brides don’t live to the light before demons devour them. why should i become one ? ’
‘ there was another girl like you once, in a small town like this one. i can’t remember if she became the monster or died trying to escape it. ’
‘ remember to festoon the hearth with garlic, or rosemary, or one of those mundane herbs that keep evil out. ’
‘ that sounds like nothing but a tall tale, but i’m certain smaller minds would eat it up. ’
‘ to cross this bridge, you’ll have to pay a heavy toll. ’
‘ don’t stray too far from the path set before you, or something interesting might happen. ’
‘ i’ve passed that yard of crops a million times, but the crow never moved from its post until this morning. ’
‘ it is as though ancient fears are still in us like scars or stitches. ’
‘ graveyards aren’t where you find ghosts. look for them in places that feel like memories you shouldn’t have. ’
‘ stories reap princes from peasants as if their skins were crops in the ground. ’
‘ what form does your fear take ? surely not that of a bear or a lion. such things are too assuring. ’
‘ i found myself where everything was too familiar to be real. ’
‘ in safe beds on cold dark nights, we learn to face the monsters in our own minds. ’
FAEKIND.
‘ you’re not to partake in a fairy feast. don’t you know it’s the food that will devour you ? ’
‘ i’m sorry you did not read the eyes of the trees before finding yourself here. ’
‘ i wish to go back. i want to forget everything. ’
‘ you think that believing in us is enough to protect you ? that it will kill us if you forget, and we prey upon your unknowing ? ’
‘ step around the ring three times, like a backwards clock. that’s how you get to fairyland. ’
‘ i’ve never heard such sweet music before. ’
‘ where the trees begin to twist and groan in their roots, remember you must not make a right turn. ’
‘ i didn’t feel like i’d stepped into another world, but like it stepped into me. i knew i was there and forgot i’d left anything behind. ’
‘ how amusing. a human ! ’
‘ would you be my bride if i were to take you into the ground ? ’
‘ i know of tunnels you might take, the burrows of trolls and rabbits. ’
‘ don’t take anything from this realm, none of it is worth the price of keeping. ’
‘ there are courts by many titles in the lands beyond the veil, all of them other. ’
‘ names are not like currency here; they are more precious than diamonds and legacies. ’
‘ did you think all of us looked like goblins ? ’
‘ getting here is easy, but getting home is quite the trick. ’
‘ i shall give you a riddle, and it will puzzle you until you know the answer but forget your own soul. ’
‘ a bloodline is nothing when you’ve outlived civilizations. ’
‘ refusing my hospitality is like human sin, and it will bring worse upon you. ’
‘ everything here is and isn’t, and things are and aren’t. ’
‘ on lonely nights i stare into the trees, and a strange face leers back. ’
‘ the thrones here are made of bones and blood, and built upon decay. ’
‘ a third time is not a charm, but a bargain. it says that you want something enough to wager your sense. ’
‘ it is dangerous to think that magical beings do not have human intensities. ’
OPEN STARTER.
tap, tap, tap. pencil against table, over and over, as kris stares blankly at the library wall before them. homework lays open on the table, a few chicken scratches scrawled over the page — barely legible, the closer the words got to the end of the sentence.
exhaustion weighs heavily on freckled features, the bags under kris’ eyes comparable to black eyes, or those of the recently deceased. his cheek rests on one hand, scarlet eyes blinking slowly, slowly, as they visibly fight the urge to fall asleep.
goddamnit, why did i think it was a good idea to stay up until 4am… past me is such an asshole.
kris blinks, sucking in a quick breath to try and jerk himself back to consciousness as they realize that they were being spoken to. “ shit— sorry, ” he says, words tripping over themselves, his tongue feeling leaden in his mouth. “ i, uh, missed what you said… swear i’m listening now. ” ( a yawn is barely stifled, the back of their hand pressed to their mouth as they finish speaking. )
@legendcrown said : ‘ something in me knows you are here for my heart. ’ // fruity...............
a quick grin curves freckled features: sunlight piercing grey clouds to warm those it touches. flowers are hid- den behind their back, pressed against kris’ cloak as they gaze fondly at their prince. how beautiful he is, even when doing paperwork — the dim light behind him reflecting off his fur just so, framing him where he sits at his desk. he looks like a painting, and if they could gaze at him forever, they would.
“ perhaps, ” kris says, a teasing lilt to their voice as they respond to his statement, “ though i think it’s only fair, as you stole my heart a long time ago. ”
stepping into ralsei’s office, kris presents the bouquet to the prince with a flourish: it is a bundle of wildflowers, all different types and colours pressed together and held in place by a gauntleted hand. the flowers look a bit out of place against the scratched and dented ( but well cared-for ) metal: delicate beauty, fragile and fleeting, resting against memories of hard-won battles. “ beautiful flowers for a beautiful prince, ” kris says, a mock bow accompanying the words. he hands the blossoms to ralsei, using this as an opportunity to gently capture his hands in theirs. “ …a beautiful prince who happens to be my heart, ” they add, adoration colouring their words. “ might i also steal you away from your paperwork for a white, love? ”
𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ OF FAIRYTALES, FOLKLORE AND FAEKIND.
scenarios inspired by various settings, encounters & magic tucked between pages, fashioned by the author.
+ feel free to change pronouns / roles !
FAIRYTALES.
‘ let me guess, you thought a true love’s kiss would help you. ’
‘ you will always follow the trail in the wood, and it will guide you on the same path, to the same cottage, the same witch. it will always be your undoing. ’
‘ i have never seen a more tragic creature. how might i help you ? ’
‘ you must take this knife and plunge it into his / her / their heart. ’
‘ forget yourself. that is how you break your curse. ’
‘ remove this thorn from my hand, and you will be rewarded. ’
‘ i’m tired of being a prince. i think i would actually enjoy being a frog. ’
‘ tell me of the beast, and i will hunt it for you. ’
‘ mice are never just mice, and pumpkins are rarely just pumpkins. ’
‘ i don’t think breaking a spell should be this simple. ’
‘ i never thought i’d return here, to the site where it all began. ’
‘ are you an orphan ? it’s just that they’re always finding themselves in magical predicaments. ’
‘ the mirror speaks falsely in your ear. it is your true curse. ’
‘ my heart feels uneasy, although i am free. is it supposed to ? ’
‘ i’m sorry, it’s just that i thought this is the part of the quest where the animals ought to start talking to me. ’
‘ of course i plan on going to the ball. why wouldn’t i ? ’
‘ jealousy has made more witches out of women than adam’s rib. ’
‘ where has choosing goodheartedness and having golden hair ever gotten you ? ’
‘ are you a helpful wizard, or the kind that sits in a tower reading moldy books ? ’
‘ i’m dreadfully bored. who knew waiting for a prince was so strenuous ? ’
‘ we all have towers we must leave, and magic that will try to thwart us. ’
‘ i’m afraid for the clock to strike. the hour will ring in the place of my heartbeat when we must be parted. ’
‘ i had no idea carpets could fly. or pigs for that matter. ’
‘ what would happen if the knight did not arrive to the castle, and the dragon made a den of it and a hoard of its people and prize of its princess ? ’
‘ i sometimes think i was switched out at birth, like a lizard in a bird’s nest. i belong somewhere else. ’
‘ in another kingdom exists a throne and a crown that is mine by right. ’
‘ if i did not wake up one day, i would still be waiting on a spinning wheel, dutifully bored. ’
‘ something in me knows you are here for my heart. ’
FOLKLORE.
‘ in all the myths i’ve heard, it’s never been worthwhile to approach strange sights. it’s best to turn around and pretend you never saw them. ’
‘ nothing is folklore until it exists longer than consciousness remembers, and lives in spite of it. ’
‘ i’ve heard your name before, in songs and lengthy ballads. ’
‘ whatever has led you here to me, there is destiny in its making. ’
‘ the beast returns every century or so, and tries to devour us. it will come again before long. ’
‘ a pretty face is not nothing. it earns you a hearth and a kind hand, after all. ’
‘ their lips are red as blood, and their teeth carve ruin into throats. ’
‘ aren’t dragons supposed to breathe fire and make a fuss about having their treasure found ? ’
‘ someday you will become a pilgrim, a saint, or a favored story, while i will be a voice on the wind. ’
‘ the stories say brides don’t live to the light before demons devour them. why should i become one ? ’
‘ there was another girl like you once, in a small town like this one. i can’t remember if she became the monster or died trying to escape it. ’
‘ remember to festoon the hearth with garlic, or rosemary, or one of those mundane herbs that keep evil out. ’
‘ that sounds like nothing but a tall tale, but i’m certain smaller minds would eat it up. ’
‘ to cross this bridge, you’ll have to pay a heavy toll. ’
‘ don’t stray too far from the path set before you, or something interesting might happen. ’
‘ i’ve passed that yard of crops a million times, but the crow never moved from its post until this morning. ’
‘ it is as though ancient fears are still in us like scars or stitches. ’
‘ graveyards aren’t where you find ghosts. look for them in places that feel like memories you shouldn’t have. ’
‘ stories reap princes from peasants as if their skins were crops in the ground. ’
‘ what form does your fear take ? surely not that of a bear or a lion. such things are too assuring. ’
‘ i found myself where everything was too familiar to be real. ’
‘ in safe beds on cold dark nights, we learn to face the monsters in our own minds. ’
FAEKIND.
‘ you’re not to partake in a fairy feast. don’t you know it’s the food that will devour you ? ’
‘ i’m sorry you did not read the eyes of the trees before finding yourself here. ’
‘ i wish to go back. i want to forget everything. ’
‘ you think that believing in us is enough to protect you ? that it will kill us if you forget, and we prey upon your unknowing ? ’
‘ step around the ring three times, like a backwards clock. that’s how you get to fairyland. ’
‘ i’ve never heard such sweet music before. ’
‘ where the trees begin to twist and groan in their roots, remember you must not make a right turn. ’
‘ i didn’t feel like i’d stepped into another world, but like it stepped into me. i knew i was there and forgot i’d left anything behind. ’
‘ how amusing. a human ! ’
‘ would you be my bride if i were to take you into the ground ? ’
‘ i know of tunnels you might take, the burrows of trolls and rabbits. ’
‘ don’t take anything from this realm, none of it is worth the price of keeping. ’
‘ there are courts by many titles in the lands beyond the veil, all of them other. ’
‘ names are not like currency here; they are more precious than diamonds and legacies. ’
‘ did you think all of us looked like goblins ? ’
‘ getting here is easy, but getting home is quite the trick. ’
‘ i shall give you a riddle, and it will puzzle you until you know the answer but forget your own soul. ’
‘ a bloodline is nothing when you’ve outlived civilizations. ’
‘ refusing my hospitality is like human sin, and it will bring worse upon you. ’
‘ everything here is and isn’t, and things are and aren’t. ’
‘ on lonely nights i stare into the trees, and a strange face leers back. ’
‘ the thrones here are made of bones and blood, and built upon decay. ’
‘ a third time is not a charm, but a bargain. it says that you want something enough to wager your sense. ’
‘ it is dangerous to think that magical beings do not have human intensities. ’
kris vc: gross.
finally recovering from being sick for over a week, so! in celebration: like this for a starter mayhaps??
[ LISTEN . ] [ NO . ] …VERY WELL THEN.
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Q: what is love? A: madness in the form of roses.
withered love letters | a.w. (via katewisnlet)
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