BETWEEN DREAM AND REALITY

our bonds can change the world

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⭒ ˖° i am thou / thou art i. highly selective and selective multi-muse blog consisting of muses from television, literature, and original lore. this blog is primarily focused on my original characters and they will be given priority. written by ruba ( she/her, 30. ). low activity & little to no formatting. affiliated with @svetle, @kharubah, @ownlore, @imitor, @lovefeasted.

RULES. MUSES.

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man I just finished ready or not 2 and I love grace so much she’s going right back on the roster too

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VICTORIA PEDRETTI FORBIDDEN FRUITS (2026)

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cherry from forbidden fruits will be promptly added to the roster when I have a roster again

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rotating johanna mason and ty lee around in my hand like jaded walnuts

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CARLOS CERVANTEZ and LATIKA DAR

The Winchesters, S01E10

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i am ever so slowly trying to revive the multi but please anticipate bursts of activity followed by random MIA moments 😭 still running on ramadan energy and life will be very busy until mid April ish so hopefully will be properly active then <3

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bridgerton fandom TIRESSSS ME. I’m not even going to touch on the racism, misogynoir and homophobia because that’s a whole can of worms. but people annoyed at s5 not being Eloise’s season is insane to me. fran just had the BIGGEST character arc, and arguably one of the most compelling storylines this season, obviously the show runners are going to continue off that high

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9/10 chance when I finish the one piece live action miss vivi will be added to the roster

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[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair @fablelike

sometimes it was easy to pretend like the mortal world was where she truly belonged. as she sat on vivi’s bed eyeing the posters that plastered every inch of her walls, it felt like she was living an entirely different life. one where her parents hadn’t been slaughtered before their eyes, one where she never knew what fairy fruit tasted like, one where swords and goblins remained safely trapped in the pages of storybooks. and as the thoughts rolled in, she realized it would also mean one where she never met cardan. the pang in her chest brought her back to reality and she could once again feel another lock of hair tickle the back of her neck as her sister weaved it into a tight braid.

the reality was, the mortal world was no longer hers. hadn’t been for a long time but even more so at present. she was now the high queen of elfhame and their visits back and forth were simply a reprieve away from the pile of duties waiting for her when she returned. she tried to look over her shoulder at her sister but the firm tug of her hair was enough of a silent command to stay still. so instead, her eyes continued to wander as she spoke. “ it’s strange, isn’t it ? ” she played with the rings adorning her fingers nervously. jude wasn’t one for vulnerability but taryn had always been exception to her rules. “ when i was living with vivi for a while, i wondered what a life here would look like, prayed for it actually. ” she trailed off for a moment, growing quiet as she considered her feelings. they were complicated and hard to put into words but when she spoke them, they felt rather simple.

“ but now, i wouldn’t give up elfhame for the world. ” the words held weight to them and a feeling of conviction blossomed in her chest. jude caught her sisters reflection in the mirror in front of them. “ but i never asked you, do you ever think about it still ? what growing up mortal would have meant for us ? ”

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

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@baroviana

a long spiral staircase, dotted with flickering candle sconces, dug it’s way closer and closer to the core of the earth. many travellers swore that they could feel the heat of liquid iron lick up their skin and would promptly clamber back up to safety. those in dire need of questions answered or treasures found were the ones that would continue the tireless trek downwards until they reached the entrance to the painter’s atelier. passing through gold beaded curtains would reveal a room that seemed much smaller than it truly was. the stone walls were covered floor to ceiling in canvases of varying sizes, an assortment of scenes painted on them. some were lovely depictions of lush oasis’s that had yet to be discovered while others were a gory reminder of battles lost and battles yet to come. each one with such striking detail that they always caught the observers eye.

many knew the woman as nothing but an artist. a master of the brush who had become renowned for her elaborate paintings that sold for a price only the wealthiest could afford. her paintings had become pivotal features in many palaces and her most loyal clients came from royal blood. however, a handful knew that there sat much deeper meaning behind each painting. for vidya was not just an artisan but a seer whose canvases told stories of events to come in near and distant futures. pictures spun from visions she could not control but struck her at any given moment.

that night, she sat in front of her latest piece. one of a hunt, knights on mares galloping through a dark forest in order to chase after creatures made of shadows with spindly limbs and blood red stares. the sight unnerved her and she placed her brush down just as the clinking of curtains drawn apart reached her. she turned slowly in her seat to face the visitor. “ ah, it was your arrival i had sensed. ” she started warmly, not at all bothered by the intrusion. vidya gestured to a circle of plush cushions in a circle on the floor. “ please, make yourself comfortable. ” the seer stood up and rubbed the excess paint off her fingers on a nearby rag before disappearing through a dark door in a corner of the room. within moments, she returned with a golden tray. she placed the tray laden with an ornate tea pot, cups and twisted sweets in front of the elf before settling into a divan adjacent to her.

“ you must have had a long journey, ” she said gently with a knowing gleam in her eyes. “ help yourself. ” a beat passed before she continued. “ you don’t seem like an art collector to me, so how may i help you ? ”

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@imitor

as the day stretched on, the clouds had begun to roll in, blanketing ketterdam in what felt like a characteristic shadow. genya thought it suited the dreary city. despite growing up in the palace as a servant, genya had gotten rather accustomed to a certain level of luxury. so when they had decided that they would be recruiting for the second army in kerch, she wasn’t particularly thrilled. as they weaved through the bustling streets of the city, she tightened her grip on her husband’s arm to avoid being narrowly barrelled into by passersby. with a soft huff she did her best to maintain her composure despite her clawing desire to go back home. “ when we are finally back at the grand palace i intend to spend an entire evening soaking in a warm bath infused with rose petals. ” she closed her eyes for a moment, humming at the thought of such comfort.

unfortunately, reality came with a biting chill and her reverie was quickly broken as they rounded another corner and onto the geldstraat. genya scanned the rows of grand mansions and the corners of her lips twitched downwards. it had been a week of roaming the streets and talking to seemingly the right people in an attempt to spot a handful of indentured grisha they had been tipped off about. however, the merchant that employed them had been incredibly elusive during their entire visit forcing them to go directly to the source. rumour was, he spent part of his time in the geldrenner hotel, and with some convincing fake ids, they would be able to settle themselves into the room right next to his.

she chewed her lower lip nervously. she wasn’t entirely convinced they could pull this farce off but when she looked up at her husband, her worries seemed to melt away. for a brief moment, it was only the two of them and the world came to a still. the realization dawned on her that as long as they went in together, they would make it out together. “ ready, mister … ” she paused to look down at the fake ids in her hand, looking back up with an amused grin. “ … volkov ? ”

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@pritvolny

the grand palace was abuzz with excitement as staff skittered from one corner to the next with last minute additions to the adornments of the night. despite no longer being clad in servant white, genya couldn’t help but hover anxiously as previously familiar faces whisked past her. they whispered apologies and condolences for not having time for conversation as they whirled past and the discomfort of it all prickled at her skin. she shook off the looming dread that came with her newfound titles and occupied herself with one thing she knew she could handle.

with long strides, she made her way up spiralling stairs and planted herself in front of ornate double doors. genya leaned forward to press her ear against the entrance, intently listening for any commotion. something she would expect if zoya had already come to retrieve her husband or if another servant had gotten to the lantsov before she had. instead, she was met with a silence that could only mean one thing. genya pressed a palm into either door and shoved until they roughly swung open to reveal exactly what she hadn’t anticipated. instead of finding her king sprawled across his bed like she had expected what with his lack of appearance all day, she found a perfectly ready man in front of the mirror.

an embarrassed flush reddened her neck and she easily fell back into old formalities. “ moi tsar. ” with her hands clasped before her, she bowed her head briefly before straightening and still avoiding his gaze in the mirror. “ pardon me. i thought perhaps you had forgotten about the ball …. ” when her eyes finally trailed back to meet his, the smug expression on his lips immediately brought her to a halt. her own lips pressed into a thin line, brows knitting together as she realized exactly what had transpired. “ perhaps it is treasonous of me to say, but you truly are insufferable sometimes. ”

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@ownlore

richard gansey and riddhi chauhan could not be from more opposing worlds if they tried. while gansey was a boy of tailored suits and polished shoes, riddhi was thrifted jackets and scuffed sneakers. many would wonder what possible commonality would have the two rifling through tall grass together on a hot and humid summer afternoon. a bead of sweat tricked down the side of her face and riddhi swiped it away with the back of her hand. she had to admit, while she had been ecstatic about her trip to henrietta, so far it had been nothing but a huge a bust. she wondered if the boy who rambled on and on about ley lines and welsh kings really had any clue what he was doing.

she came to an abrupt stop and threw her hands up into the air in exasperation. “ alright, i’m throwing in the towel. ” she raised a hand to shield her eyes from the beating sun washing everything in a blinding glow. “ it’s been three hours and we’ve made no progress except get closer to having a heat stroke. ” while a lover of summer and every memory that came with it, riddhi was rather intolerant to the humidity that blanketed the virginia town. it made her crabby and she quickly recognized that. she softened her tone to make up for her initial snappy approach. “ don’t you think we deserve a break ? ” she could practically hear the sweet trill of the nino’s bell ringing up another order and as if on cue, her stomach growled in response. “ a little stop for pizza wouldn’t hurt anyone. ”

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they are my little bratz dolls actually