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There is basically no one on here but I need help figuring out which muse I want to write: click this link to vote?
whoa boy. i did not intentionally vanish but i got stressed out and needed to step back. that being said, hello. i hope you’re all doing really well and that life has been treating you kindly. i wanted to put feelers out because i’ve been writing a book and would love to further develop the main character. would anyone be down to write with me if i made a new fantasy based oc?
i’m going to be revamping this blog and throwing all my characters on here probably next week. xoxo
starter call / that i’ll get to next week once i do my last two weddings of the season.
like and i’ll send memes your way.
starter call / that i’ll get to next week once i do my last two weddings of the season.
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢
@lossruin / chase santoro / the society oc
@heartshown / lori grimes / the walking dead
@whitethrn / rowan whitethorn / throne of glass
@benaevolent / viktoria ricimar / original
@literacae / multimuse / canon and oc
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 // I want to write more stuff on here so give this a like, specify character and I’ll work on tossing a little something into the queue for you.
i am still very much so here on this blog, busy season will officially be over for me in june but may is my busiest month. thanks for being patient with me!
galathynis·:
@literacae / for elide !
❛ 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ❜ a softness resides within her words, a rare occurrence in days of looming war. ❛ the trek to the north? surviving with lorcan? ❜ there’s a sly grin upon her features at the mention of fae-male. despite her own feelings, she knows the bond they share. ❛ you fought to find us, to come home. you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. ❜ there would forever be a gratitude to not only elide, but her mother. they had both rescued her in their own rights. ❛ having you there after what happened — thank you. ❜
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓. Everything that she had endured had brought her to this moment. The death of her parents, the loss of her land, being held captive while believing she’d been forgotten, the terror of Morath, befriending witches, being sold to the Valg. But she had survived. Elide was free and in the company of her Queen whom she had begun to believe had died those many years before. A woman who had felt the same loss and overcome it all in her own way. They were survivors.
❛ You don’t have to thank me. ❜ All of the masks she had learned to wear were no where to be seen as the soft smile pulls up at the corner of her lips. ❛ I just figured you would need someone who maybe understood more than the others. ❜
me: makes a multi also me: pretty much only writes the loml chaol westfall.
galathynis·:
@literacae· : starter for chaol !
❛ 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄. ❜ a tremble in her voice, there turquoise-gold eyes upon him, unwavering as fists clench at her side. ❛ am i a monster to you? because i found a way to survive? ❜ there’s a bite in the assassin's words, that cold exterior perfected as though everything she reads on him doesn’t hurt her. ❛ i’ve made my choices. i live with them every damned day. i don’t need to be reminded of them every time you lay eyes upon me. ❜ with that a turn of the heels and she’s storming from the training room. cloak is wrapped tighter around her sleek frame, as though the captain’s gaze can see right through her, to what secrets rest beneath.
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓; where he thrived on order, she reveled in chaos. Celaena was a murderer, paid for the lives she stole and she didn’t seem to mind. No, the assassin seemed utterly unbothered by the countless lives she’d taken --- carrying herself with an unwavering swagger that kept him aware of the danger that lurked within the young woman before him. So Chaol did little to hide his distrust or the judgement that was likely plastered all over every inch of his face whenever he was forced to be around her. But for a fraction of a second, as she storms out of the training room, there is a distant spark of regret in the pit of his stomach. Chaol gives her a few seconds, the muscles in his jaw tensing before he turns to walk out after her.
Within moments he’s behind her, calloused hands reaching out to grab hold of her wrists still bearing the scars of shackles, turning her to face him. ❛ I thought my opinions didn’t matter. ❜
silbasheir·:
she stills at his words before resuming, easing away whatever ache lay between his shoulder blades. ❛ it is alive &&. it isn’t. ❜ she admits, refusing to answer his question outright. better to leave him without worry. ❛ more an echo of whatever had struck you. we’ll work around it. ❜ yrene declares firmly yet somewhat comfortingly ; she will not fail her test … and as of now , she will not fail the adarlanian lord either. no one, she decides, deserves to fall to such a fate, to succumb to the magic of cruel, forgotten gods and their vile magic.
yet she cannot forget the cold and darkness as it had bit into her, colder than the gap between stars, devoid of light, SMOTHERING her as if it had meant to suffocate her until she had released the damper on her power and let it flare as a warning. until it had shrunk back and she had recoiled. may silba help them all.
she is no longer afraid, that much is certain, but … wary. unsure. her head nearly spins at the thought of the sheer amount of research she’d have to conduct tonight, the books she’d have to lug up to her room to pore over when the night was at it’s darkest and she would have to retire. ❛ what was it , lord westfall ? ❜ she repeats firmly, fingers digging in as if to emphasize her question.
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌. Living or not, he wanted nothing to do with it. Valg. Even if it was a lingering shadow, there was a piece of them lurking within himself. He can no longer fight off the flashes of the day the glass castle shattered. Chaol is forced to relive seeing his friends faces on the posts he walked past, knowing the torture they’d had to endure before they were brought to their deaths. His stomach churns and even the calming oils and the relaxing movements of her hands can’t draw him out. He remembers the pain, the sound of his scream and how when he came to --- he’d believed he had died. He should have died.
He forces himself back, slamming the door shut as her words settle into his thoughts. Brown hues shift in her direction, silently weighing his options before he decides which path to take. ❛ I can’t. ❜ The words are a breathy whisper as he looks away from the healer, taking in a sharp breath as he shifts in his seat. ❛ And even if I could, I’m not sure you would believe it. ❜
Do me a favor and reblog this if you have absolutely no problems RPing with male muns.
♪♪ruelle song lyric sentence starters pt. 2♪♪
DEAD OF NIGHT:
“ don’t know what to expect. ”
“ my mind is racing, i can barely feel my breath. ”
“ like a dream I can’t escape. ”
“ I wanna run, but i’m still here when I wake. ”
“ in a pitch black world, anything goes. ”
“ no telling where the wind will blow. ”
“ in the dead of night strange things happen. ”
“ in the dead of night the world goes cold. ”
“ when the lights go out all around, whispers fill the air. ”
“ you can shout, or you can scream. ”
“ when the daylight disappears, you’ll find no shelter in this tangled web of fear. ”
“ come on, take a breath. ”
“ don’t close your eyes. ”
“ don’t say another word. ”
“ don’t let the darkness find you. ”
SECRETS & LIES:
“ you got a cold, cold heart. ”
“ do you feel at all ? ”
“ you built a house full of cards, but it’s going to fall. ”
“ you think I don’t see who you really are. ”
“ I got news coming, i’ve seen it all from the start. ”
“ I know all your secrets. ”
“ I know all your lies. ”
“ I know where you keep ‘em, buried deep inside. ”
“ no, you can’t hide your secrets and lies. ”
“ wish on your lucky stars, ‘cause it’s all you got. ”
RECOVER:
“ can you see me ? ”
“ I can barely see myself. ”
“ are we only empty grams up on the shelf ? ”
“ it’s like we’re dreaming wide awake. ”
“ everything bends until it breaks. ”
“ can we recover ? ”
“ can we get over this ? ”
“ are we too deep in the night to see the day ? ”
“ are we too frozen inside to feel the flame ? ”
“ empty vapor where there used to be our view. ”
“ cloudy layers when the sky was crystal blue. ”
“ is there a remedy at the place where we started from ? ”
“ where’s the hunger if there is room in hearts spinning ? ”
FIND YOU:
“ I can hear the sound of your barely beating heart. ”
“ pieces on the ground from the world that fell apart. ”
“ just hold on, it won’t be long. ”
“ I will find you here inside the dark. ”
“ I will break through no matter where you are. ”
“ I will find you. ”
“ like the wind that cries, I can feel you in the night. ”
“ a distant lullaby underneath the shattered sky. ”
“ i’ll be the light and lead you home when there’s nowhere left to go. ”
“ i’ll be the voice you always know when you’re lost and alone. ”
“ I won’t let you go. ”
RIVAL:
“ the tide is high it’s sink or swim. ”
“ my only rival is within. ”
“ giants calling round the bend. ”
“ I won’t let my demons win. ”
“ I will fight through thick and thin. ”
“ kingdoms rise and kingdoms end. ”
“ this is where it all begins. ”
silbasheir·:
not only a man who is unused to seeking help but one who might even despise it. ❛ I have never healed an injury of this … ❜ she trails off for a fleeting moment, reforging the light that she possesses before coaxing it into a mold, tendrils that are meant to be tentative in their probing lest they summon something that isn’t entirely of this world. ❛ I have never healed anything inflicted by magic, Lord Westfall. so I make no promises, no guarantees. ❜ the healer from southern fenharrow does not fault him for the tone that now accompanies his words, not when the scars are visible when he speaks ; not only a physical wound but a mental one as well. she would do well to remember that despite his service to the BUTCHER that had slaughtered her people, he had been promised to another royal, the heir himself, &&. that she was to help him in that as well. to accompany him on the path that recovery would require.
slender yet calloused hands are set atop his sunkissed skin before she casts her magic out like a net and delves into the darkness yet again. and when she recoils again, this time on the verge of stumbling to the nearest pot and retching, she rasps. ❛ let me fetch the oils. ❜ she rises, near wobbling with those first initial steps, heading towards the satchel that she had left atop a desk carved of wood that she cannot place. once back she allows a limited amount of the liquid to pool in her palms before rubbing her hands together. once. twice. then she begins on his nape ; and leans forward at the same time, so that prying ears may not hear. if he is as prudent as she suspects, he’ll catch on that the walls have ears. ❛ that magic is not of this world. ❜ she admits before digging her thumbs into his skin. ❛ so you will tell me what it is. ❜
𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. He was no Lord, he lacked honor. Oathbreaker. Liar. Coward. He deserved this. He deserved to live his life within the confines of that chair that he hated, to never be able to stomach looking into the eyes of guards, of soldiers --- all better men than himself, to never be able to stand with his head held high. Further and further he sunk into the shadows of himself, losing grasp of the life around him until the pain of her searching causes the shadows to shutter in around themselves.
There is no disappointment on his features, no waves of crippling shock found rushing through his veins because he knew that coming here might prove him to be right. Chaol draws in another sharp breath, shifting his upper body as she lifts herself away from him. If it weren’t for Nesryn, for Dorian and all those who counted on him --- he would have sent her away, would have screamed that this was nothing but a lost cause, that he was nothing but a lost cause. But instead he sat quietly, tensing slightly as her careful hands found the places on his back that had knotted the most.
Relief is short lived as her words brush quietly up against his ear. Blood turns to ice inside of his veins as he tries to calm his features, anything to hide the fear that rooted deep in his gut and had his stomach churning. ❛ Is it inside me? ❜ The words are spoken softly enough so that the prying ears that surround them can’t hear but he can’t stop the terror that clings to every letter.