❝ my CROWN is in my HEART , not on my head . ❞
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❝ my CROWN is in my HEART , not on my head . ❞
( ind. priv. sel. AU – based arthur kingsmen of MYSTERY SKULLS ANIMATED .)
♥ and ↺ \ PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT !
from my golden birthday fête
(xsprxsso)
stares at u. stares at ur askbox
👁
// 👁️👄👁️
abandoning Arthur? :(
// not at all ! i just have another muse is all lol. i would never abandon my king <33
❛ I SEE DANGER IN YOUR EYES — THEY KNOW WE'LL BURN DOWN THE NIGHT ! ❜
pri + sel GIOVANNI POTAGE from EPITHET ERASED. ❤ / ↻ for interactions. ( written by jack. transmasc / 18+ / EST . )
𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ THE INFERNAL DEVICES SERIES ( 2010 - 2013 ) by cassandra clare.
sentences taken from or inspired by the dialogue from the series, including the books clockwork angel, clockwork prince, & clockwork princess.
+ feel free to change pronouns / roles !
‘ one must always be careful of books, and what is inside them. ’
‘ we live and breathe words. ’
‘ if there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all ? ’
‘ they say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of grief is finite. ’
‘ requited love is nice, but it doesn’t make much of a ballad. ’
‘ i am not the one of us who has no heart. ’
‘ i haven’t broken his heart at all. ’
‘ you don’t know that there’s only oblivion after death. ’
‘ if you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. ’
‘ i thought we could at least talk about books. ’
‘ there’s plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it. ’
‘ pointless, needless suffering and pain ? i don’t suppose it would help if i told you that was the way life is. ’
‘ you hurt everyone. everyone whose life you touch. ’
‘ it’s all heartbreak, death, and unrequited love. ’
‘ such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion. ’
‘ hell is cold. ’
‘ i seek scandal and low companionship. ’
‘ perhaps we do need a chaperon. ’
‘ death could be imminent. ’
‘ the handsome fellow that’s trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. ’
‘ i have lost everything. ’
‘ who said we were owed happiness ? what about what we owe others ? ’
‘ he’s going to kill someone. or get us killed. ’
‘ clearly the word excellent means something else on this side of the atlantic. ’
‘ you may hide here with me, if you wish. ’
‘ with god on your side, what does luck matter ? ’
‘ are you highly intoxicated at the moment ? ’
‘ you wish to marry me now ? ’
‘ entreat me not to leave thee. ’
‘ don’t be ordinary like that. ’
‘ is it because i’m better looking than you ? ’
‘ dreams can be dangerous things. ’
‘ declarations of love amuse me. ’
‘ be prepared to swoon at my finery. ’
‘ i don’t believe you can threaten people into goodness. ’
‘ finally broke down and admitted you’re in love with me, have you ? ’
‘ i say this out of pure selfishness. ’
‘ is loyalty still a commendable quality if it is misdirected ? ’
‘ you must be terribly dull witted. ’
‘ you need not be so careful. i will not break. ’
‘ there is more to living than not dying. ’
‘ men may be stronger, but it is women who endure. ’
‘ was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name ? ’
‘ we do not have to carry the burden of their choices or sins. ’
‘ life is full of risks. death is much simpler. ’
‘ you serve a greater cause. your life is not yours to throw away. ’
‘ there are so many worse things than death. not to be loved or not to be able to love, that is worse. ’
‘ you are human. never think that you are not. ’
‘ if you’re determined to follow me into hell, i cannot stop you. ’
‘ i’ve always wanted to see hell. doesn’t everyone ? ’
‘ come back to me, for i cannot bear to lose all my heart. ’
‘ i am catastrophically in love with you. ’
‘ i can offer you my heart, though i have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. ’
‘ our souls are knit. we are one person. ’
‘ i do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. ’
‘ i am leaving, but i am living. i will not be gone from you entirely. ’
‘ they say that you cannot love two people at once. ’
‘ i cannot leave you to face death alone. ’
‘ when i breathe, i will think of you, for without you i would have been dead years ago. ’
‘ the world is a wheel. when we rise and fall, we do it together. ’
‘ you are the first dream of my soul, the only dream i was unable to stop myself from dreaming. ’
‘ when i am in the darkness, i want to think of it in the light, with you. ’
‘ heroes endure because we need them. not for their own sakes. ’
‘ if there is a life after this one, let me meet you in it. ’
‘ life is a book, and there are a thousand pages i have not yet read. ’
‘ words have the power to change us. ’
// ah
ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; 『 “ what a long nap. “ 』
// you would never believe it
// to celebrate the 500th post on this blog , take kingthur’s sexy pinterest board haha.
(xsprxsso) Riley sits beside him as he's polishing his sword. She doesn't say anything, just leans into his side a little and wraps an arm around him.
ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; THOUGH HE DOES NOT turn to look at her , he could already feel her presence. . . should he ask of her own father ? no - it would be crude. . . & perhaps it is better that he doesn't know. . . for her sake , he only hoped she could push through the day with no reminders.
her touch was welcoming , & her gifted affection creates a small brush of warmth in his anchor. he freezes for only a moment , giving her a small peck on the top of her hair , before continuing.
ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; A FATHER is a nurturer. . . a father is someone you can rely on.
he is usually here.
not a memory. barely even a picture of him. he was here , once , but when the once young prince had eyes to see , he was not there.
good.
he wasn’t writing today. instead , he was polishing a few weapons - staring blankly at the reflection of the room within the blade.
SOLDIER, POET, OR KING?
The King
There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy" Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture ? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now.
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{The cigar falls from their fingers, their hand clamping onto their arm with a low snarl. Black blood drips to the ground, steaming upon contact with the ground}
How annoying.
I suppose I should take my leave before you damage more of this precious body.
{They float further back, green enveloping them}
Try not to kill anyone while I'm gone. I want to see it
y e s .
l e a v e.
GET AWAY.
what a coward. leaving so quickly. what a COWARD. only one little scratch and they're already gone. how p a t h e t i c. they could just tear him in half if he didn't leave so quickly, but no matter…he was already gone, leaving them in the midst of their frustration.
who even was he.
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God, her head hurts…
Where was she…
The memories of the night before come flooding back as she begins to wake up. The blood, the fae corpses at his feet… the phantom pains along her forearm, how she slashed into her own skin to take care of him and his needs… the dizziness that became too much to bare, collapsing in his arms. She sat up with a low groan, rubbing her temples. After a moment the pain in her head subsided, giving her the chance to actually examine her surroundings.
Curtains hung around the bed, soft and cool to the touch as she pushed them apart. They looked so nice, and definitely expensive… the same as the blanket that had been draped over her. This was nicer than any of the other rooms she’d stayed in at the castle…
Slowly, she lifted the blanket away and said off of the bed. Black splotches danced in her vision for a moment from the quick movement. She stumbled, reaching for a bedpost to balance herself. Once she could see clearly, she looked around the room. Gorgeous paintings hung from the walls in gilded frames she would never dare to touch. A large wardrobe practically looked over her from the other end of the room, nearby a small stack of boxes coated in dust…
This… this must be his room. That means…
She slept in his bed.
Oh god- she had been in his bed- they’ve only been dating for a couple months, they’ve only been on a handful of proper dates and she had been in his bed-!
No. Her inner voice sighs, exasperated. Pull yourself together, it’s not like you slept with him- you sound like a Puritan.
She shakes her head free of those thoughts before they lead somewhere else, somewhere she didn’t have the time for. She should find Arthur and let him know she’s alright… he’s probably worried sick right now, and no doubt upset with himself for letting this happen. She needed to make sure he was okay.
She calls out his name into the emptiness of the room as she walks toward the door, hesitation before she rests her hand onto it’s handle. “Arthur? If you’re in here- I need you to come out, or I might get lost trying to find you.”
previous reply here.
right where i want you.
he laughs something deep and fierce, ready to take a chunk out of her, ready to drink her for all she’s worth, siren blood was just too valuable to pass up…licking his lips, he reaches close to the side of her neck, just under her ear- while fear builds inside of him-
NO, STOP, STOP!!!! RILEY!!!!
R I L E Y - !
but something c h a n g e s.
……….
for a moment, she’s limp - and he immediately thought that maybe it was her fear that made her consciousness slip away, that was, until something in her eyes were different, her posture, everything, and they hiss as they’re grabbed instead and pinned to the nearest wall, with his hair blackening some more, and whispering foreign curses under his breath-
what WAS THIS?!
who a r e you.
he could barely move, she was so s t r o n g … . . sharp eyes stare at her, teeth too grit for his voice to come out as clearly as it did.
w h o - a r e - Y O U. he screeches, trying to use his hair to attack her so she can let him go.
“Who I am is of no importance to you, fae.”
Her hand bunches up more of his hair and holds it tighter, pressing him harder into the wall. It was so easy, controlling this body when it’s host was asleep, though it pained her to be using Riley’s body this way. She had no choice, though, if it meant keeping her out of harm’s way. She pressed farther into their personal space, right up against his back.
Sirens were playful creatures by nature, and Elody was no exception. With a sadistic giggle, she leaned in close to their ear, so close they could have felt her voice before they heard it. She could only hope her charm speak would have an effect on them, but there was next to nothing that could resist her tempting charms.
“Now, be a dear and tell me what it is you plan to do with the King’s body… if you do as you’re told I may go easy on you.~”
GET IT O U T GET IT O U T-
they make a strange choking sound as she holds onto his hair tighter and keeps him pressed into the wall TOO MUCH TOO MUCH TOO F A M I L I A R - they couldn't even do much, being at the mercy at yet another siren...her energy so powerful and her voice so alluring, they didn't know realize their mouth was moving at her question-
" t a k e h i m - u s e p o w e r - o p e n - t h e - "
NO. YOU WON'T TELL ME - WHAT TO DO-
they hiss, trying to bite at her face with their sudden, giant fangs-
{They tsk, mock disappointment coloring their tone}
Such a shame that someone as mighty you will fall like this. I expected...more.
{They move backwards, floating as they avoid the King. They may enjoy poking at him, but they didn't have a death wish by staying close}
But then again, how far would an Arthur of all people go anyway? {They chuckle, bringing a lit cigar to their lips, billowing more smoke afterwards}
They're not known for being in prime condition, after all~
GET OUT GET O U T GET OU T-
it's like a nightmare, but rage filling him all at once. he's not himself, barely even there in the moment, only focusing on reaching out and trying to kill whatever was in front of him, smoke burning his nostrils…why is he here. WHY IS HE HERE.
he tries to get in close, with his razor-sharp hair striking fast, trying to get him yet again.
an a r t h u r - ?
such a hangry boy!
a deep growl slips through his lips , followed by his tongue lolling out , fangs exposed…it's like an entire void of a mouth , no end . . .
he could eat you , too.