MOVED

This blog is now an archive. You can find me under the same url.

[marblecarved-a]

Hello, dear friends ♡ I've been thinking about it for a while now, and I believe it is time for me to archive this blog and move to a new one; The plan is to make the new blog this very day and post the link once it's ready. No worries, nothing will be dropped, and all the active threads / memes will be answered in the new one. Please let me know if you want to keep specific threads going. 

I do, however, plan to take a closer look at the characters’ list and see who I want to keep; I don't think there'll be that drastic a change, because I'm quite sentimental and there are some who have been added very recently that I’ve yet to write. 

While doing so, I'll also take a short hiatus to recharge and come back to do what I love with a fresher mind and spirit; I'll return active May 1st, but it's possible I'll return active even before that. This blog will still be up while I move headcanons / threads / etcetera in the new one.

Hope to see you all there. ♡

[marblecarved-a]

@melnchly sent a question: “ marlene, running full-tilt into the common room with an armful of random wildflowers she's collected from around the grounds, dropping the whole lot of them directly into mary's lap with the BIGGEST GRIN on her face. ”

source: who is going to give flowers to mary macs ?, accepting.

Has there ever been a more beautiful sight ? There are wildflowers everywhere, on her lap, and, prompted into falling there by her sudden movements, on the couch, some even falling upon a snoozing Leopawld, whose sole answer to this interruption to his afternoon nap is a mreow. When Mary saw Marlene enter, no, run through the portrait, she did not expect to have flowers dropped on. But this does not mean Marlene's present is not appreciated. Not at all, in fact, it is greatly appreciated — and she answers to her friend's grin with one of her own, nose scrunching up. ❝ Marls ! ❞ she exclaims, laughter bubbling up her throat. There are so many, and she doesn't know where to begin ! Hand flutters above the strewn flowers, fingers catching their stem with an almost excessive care given to the gesture. There are oxeye daisies, sweet violets, lesser celandine and herb-robert among the ones she can name and thus can recognize; Mary picks up one of the violets and brings it up to her nose, its sweet, subtle scent brightening her smile, if possible, even more. The common room is already starting to smell just as sweet and, thanks to the open windows letting in the barest breeze, it does not reach the point of becoming unpleasant. ❝ Thank you ! ❞ and she picks up a daisy, and another sweet violet, leaning forward with them in hand. ❝ May I ? ❞ while asking the question, Mary gestures to Marlene's hair with her eyes. She would like to put them here ( or even behind her ear, were they to fall from the locks ! ) but not without her permission.

[marblecarved-a]

gothic literature.

rules: bold what applies to your muse, italicize what sometimes applies to them. repost, don’t reblog.

wuthering heights. the wildness of open spaces. withered trees with limbs like spiders. abandoned homes. two souls that are the same. dying young. the ghost of a girl. revenge that does not satisfy. tapping at the window. knowing too much of the pains of others. cruelty that doesn't fade. an unresolved past. marrying, but not for love. rolling hills. hair flying in the blustering wind. sudden illness. disinterment. the deep pain of loss. carrying a namesake that is not your own. facing a storm head on. an accent thick upon the tongue. a figure on the horizon, shrouded by mist. aging walls and rotting floorboards. intruding upon the wake of destruction. wasting away. together in death.

jane eyre. the madwoman in the attic. candle-flame and burn stains. soft laughter. a fire roaring in the hearth. silence in the halls. folded hands over modest skirts. the pain of being wronged. a wedding interrupted at the altar. dark brows. a horse riding up the path. the isolation of a church. gray skies. landscape as bleak as your soul. finding sanctuary. a bird flying free from its cage. discovering your worth. returning to a place that feels like home. falling in love in spite of yourself. schoolyards full of children. lying in bed while clasping a loved one's hands in yours. hopeless prayers. hiding in an alcove to read. timid but strong. being true to oneself above all.

frankenstein. grand prose. the glory of nature. playing god. the spark of madness that drives creation. stripped down to shirtsleeves. the gritty streets of the city. staying awake too long. snow-capped peaks. retreating from society. innocent recollections that become twisted. a lost paradise. lightning across a dark sky. to be destined for one alone. shouting from the top of a mountain. strewn corpses. the implements of a surgeon scattered across a surface. a bride on her wedding night. books left open to gather dust, pulled from shelves. dark circles beneath the eyes. the deathly pallor of a corpse. things alive that shouldn't be. desiring a love of your own. feeling your soul restored with a bliss that cannot last. icy terrain. unsatisfactory endings.

the phantom of the opera. the long, fatal crack across a mirror. unearthly voices echoing through the dark. a duet. snow falling against statues of angels. the lament of a violin's strings. resurrected hopes. the sensation of being watched. candles blowing out on their own. masquerade revelers. unrequited love. the snapping of a noose. an obscured face. the scintillating light of an ornate chandelier. mysterious and inexplicable catastrophes. watching your dreams shatter. curtains drawing back from a stage. devils that are angels. a soft kiss on the forehead. scratches of red ink. long capes and gloved hands. retreating to the rooftop. being led in a trance. love as your undoing and your salvation.

northanger abbey. the turrets of a gothic mansion made of stone. portraits looming above the stairwell. suspicion of all around you. dreaming of grandeur, awaking to normalcy. the sound of a carriage coming up the street. top hats and fine suits. dancing at a ball. the lavish throes of society. the thrill of being introduced. a mystery that goes ignored. chests that harbor secrets. old love letters. thumbing through the pages of a novel. disappointing the one you admire. the appearance of indifference. having your heart played with. grand rooms housing past memories. mistaken first impressions. affluent personages. kissing in the garden.

dracula. your life draining out of you. a castle on a lonely precipice. fog spreading through woodlands. dutifully kept journals. enthusiastic correspondence with one you love. blood dripping down the chin. a tongue stroking sharp teeth. the howling of wolves coming closer. wreathes of garlic hung about the room. rosary beads and crucifixes. violence that spans centuries. tall figures that cast long shadows. disturbing the silence of a grave. the sensation of leaving your homeland. not dead, only sleeping. last wishes. a long and arduous journey. an ominous ship at sea. the sound of shovels in the basement. eerie lights that obstruct your path. goblets of blood red wine. a stake through the heart. to be at peace at last.

tagged by : my past self. tagging : @preferblack / @romanzato / @sacramort and you ! If you see this on your dash and want to do it, steal it.

[violencefcrged]

this is a reminder that i literally do not care if you reply in five minutes, five months, five years.  still owe me something and want to start something new? go for it.  still owe me something and want to answer memes or send memes instead? go for it.  just not jiving with it and want to do something with a different character? go for it.  need to disappear into the wilderness and scream at the sky for a few years? no problem.  you take any and all the time you need.  this is a hobby, it is for fun, it should not ever cause you stress.  you do what you want to do when you want to do it.  i will never be mad bc you drop something or it takes a year for you to answer it.  this is a collaborative hobby that we do for enjoyment and if it isn’t fun, if it isn’t sparking joy, do something else. you take care of you.  

[thoradvice]

happy trans day of visibility !! here's a flower for all you wonderful people 🌷

[marblecarved-a]

@thirsttoprove sent a question: “ ❔ ”

source: send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours ! accepting.

1. Ernie Macmillan. 2. Justin Finch-Fletchley. 3. Helena Ravenclaw, the Grey Lady. 4. Horace Slughorn. 5. Marietta Edgecombe. 6. Minerva McGonagall. 7. Myrtle Warren. 8. Tonks. 9. Oliver Wood. 10. Susan Bones. 11. Sybill Trelawney.

[marblecarved-a]

@wintersdaughter sent a question: “ ❔ ”

source: send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours ! accepting.

1. Alerie Hightower. 2. Alysane Mormont. 3. Dacey Mormont. 4. Jeyne Westerling. 5. Joanna Lannister. 6. Lyanna Stark. 7. Minisa Tully, née Whent. 8. Maege Mormont. 9. Shireen Baratheon. 10. Val of the Free Folk.

[cancdian-blog]

psa on posting speed;

i am a slow roleplayer. not only do i get distracted easily, i get overwhelmed easily. sometimes i can’t talk and do drafts at the same time so i am sorry if i ignore your message. i am deliberate and methodical with every word choice. i like to spend my time on my writing and getting to that emotional level within myself to evoke a proper response with each reply. i’m not good at whipping out thread after thread. i never have been. i’m sorry if that’s the way you roleplay and i don’t match up, but i like to think the quality of the writing makes up for my lack of speed. thank you so much!

[marblecarved-a]

muse aesthetics, season edition.

rules: repost don't reblog. bold always applies. italicize sometimes applies.

✹ summer ✹ — cold drinks after a long day, hiking in the woods just outside the city, swimming in a lake, spontaneous picnics, the warmth of the sun making you drowsy, the buzz of insects flying by, blooming wildflowers, the scent of bark and leaves, snapping twigs in half, a blade of grass between your teeth, light sunburn on the tip of your nose, barking dogs, rosy cheeks, children laughing in the distance, sunflowers reaching for the sun, fresh ice tea, resting your head on someone's lap, warm yellow, the sound of waves crashing.

☁ autumn ☁ — cool breezes that feel just right, piles of leaves, rust red, oversized sweaters, knitted blankets, pumpkin spice, the scent of freshly baked goods, open windows letting the fresh air in, cold cheeks and hands, rain boots, carving pumpkins, soft scarves, a comforting embrace from an old friend, the scent right before a storm, wild mushrooms, ripening berries, a cup of hot tea, purring cats, blueberry muffins, braided hair, wearing your partner's shirts, an alarm pulling you from slumber, burning candles.

❅ winter ❅ — the crackling of a fireplace, hot chocolate with marshmallows, the smell of fresh cookies, fuzzy socks, beanies pulled over your ears, a strong pot of coffee, dark clouds gathering on the horizon, the sound of wind shaking the house, melting ice, snowflakes in your hair, melancholy afternoons, curling up with a book while the world stands still, cough drops on the nightstand, excitedly giving gifts, long coats with deep pockets, pale blues, flour on the tip of your nose, warm soup, stubble turning into a beard, the scent of leather.

❀ spring ❀ — the smell after it rains, waking to the sound of birds singing, the crack of thunder, soft pinks, energy drinks or protein shakes, the scent of fabric softener, tidying up, the sweet taste of fresh fruit, competitive spark in eyes, sand beneath your feet, sweat on your brow, catching your breath after running, light green, frosted cupcakes, electricity in the air, forbidden kisses, the sharp hunger after a work out, daring romances, high ponytails, unexpected storms, picking flowers, running barefoot in the grass, iced coffee.

tagged by: my past self. tagging: @chaynng / @consolationes / @elthruil / @harths / @hatilead / @introspectcd / @melnchly / @preferblack / @proditeur / @stahrgirls / @stoiretale / @sunpathos / @skyaches / @univaers / @wistcrias / @vivaciousandcharming / @willowdied / @wlfcursed / @trymtealeaf​ and you ! If you see this on your dash and want to do it, steal it ! ♡ 

[marblecarved-a]

@sunpathos​​ sent a question: “ you don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here. ”

source: softer prompts, accepting.

Mary closes her parted mouth, and lifts its corners in a smile. Her gaze lowers, and from beneath her sparse bangs it wanders to observe their schoolmates outside. It's too beautiful a day to spend it inside the castle. Many have found their cocoon in a tree's roots, while are at the lakes's shore, their laughter carrying in the wind. Silence settles between the two friends, and adjusts its position as it leans backwards until its back meets the tree's bark. Mary intertwines her hands on her skirt, covered in a mix between cat's fur and daisies petals, and looks at Lily from the corner of her eyes; In a voice that is too soft to be carried over to the others, she asks her: ❝ Are you sure ? ❞ 

She is fine with either. Their time outside will be just as enjoyable, even if it'll stir from time to time at the start of a conversation about this or that matter. Mary doesn't mind when it happens — in fact, she'll sometimes be the one to chime in with questions ( ❝ news from home ? ❞, ❝ how was the meeting ? ❞ ) and share her own slices of life, straight from that morning's letter. But silence, at times, can become too much even for Mary, who relies on it to catch even the slightest unfamiliar sound and flee from it. ❝ I don't want it to become awkward, ❞ she goes on, line appearing between her brows. 

[quoted-books]

i miss my brother like the sea would miss salt if that were taken away.

Emma Cameron, Cinnamon Rain ( via quoted-books )

[notmorbid]

priory of the orange tree, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon.

i like to believe i speak from the heart.

i thought you’d abandoned me for good.

leaving you here was like having a rib wrenched from my side.

you look tired.

i’ve never slept better.

you’re going to be fine.

you used to love to dance.

do you dream?

you are made of firmer stuff.

why not just tell me?

help me understand.

i never wanted an adventure.

i’m glad you’re here.

you are always beautiful.

what do you want me to do?

how is it you always know what to say?

the truth is more complicated.

your fear is natural.

i don’t know what i did without you.

i made a mistake. a terrible mistake.

there is so much life left to be lived.

i understand more than you know.

i am only dreaming.

love and fear do strange things to our souls.

the long road lies ahead of us.

welcome home.

you’re home.

you have a ghost. don’t become a ghost yourself.

you fucking selfish fool.

i waited for you.

i’m a meddler, not a fool.

what would you become, if you could become anything?

[marblecarved-a]

@skollchased sent a question: “ ❔ ”

source: send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours ! accepting.

1. Aurora, Frank, Emma, Mary and Sybill for James and Lily. 2. Ernie, Susan, Justin and Marietta for Harry and Luna. 3. Helena for Salazar. 4. Horace, Poppy, Rita and Sybill for Dolores and Minerva. 5. Myrtle for Wednesday and Grandmama Addams. 6. Tonks for Harry, Molly and Minerva.

[marblecarved-a]

@introspectcd sent a question: “ ❔ ”

source: send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours ! accepting.

1. Alerie and Elinor for Margaery. 2. Alysane, Dacey and Maege for Bran and Theon. 3. Aurora, Frank, Emma, Mary and Sybill for James, Lily and Marlene. 4. Ernie, Susan, Justin and Marietta for Astoria, Daphne, Ginny, Hannah, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Pansy and Zacharias.  5. Genna, Joanna and Shireen for Joffrey. 6. Lyanna, Minisa and Shireen for Bran. 7. Oliver for Fred and Katie.

[bupagentkent]

If we ship something (or our characters otherwise have a very developed relationship romantic or not) know that I definitely want to talk about it. All the time. I am totally willing to talk headcanons, scenarios, do plotting, all of that– but I don’t want to seem like I’m being pushy by bringing our muses’s relationship up. I just want to know that if I do talk about that sort of stuff with our characters that I don’t come off as annoying… Or seem like all that I’m thinking about is our ship. If you do let me know it’s okay to talk about it whenever, though, totally expect me to send you anything I think of when it comes to our muses relationship! There’d certainly be no shortage of things to talk about. I just want to make sure that you’re just as engaged in it as I am.

[mournfulroses]

For a moment she is a blur against the tree, white, grey and black, melting into the stones and the shadows. And then she is gone.

Katherine Mansfield, from The Collected Stories; “Spring Pictures,” ( via mournfulroses )

[thelovejournals]

‘We’ve known each other forever,’ she said. ‘I can hardly remember not knowing you. It’s hard to remember the days before you. I don’t even know if there were any.’

David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars ( via thelovejournals )