the darkness spoke back: @moonadorn - Tumblr Blog

THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED. I’VE MOVED THIS MULTI OVER TO SERREINE.

note: if we haven’t plotted / written here or generally anywhere on my blogs. there is a high chance i won’t follow back. love you all, but i need to be more comfortable to be able to write!

#will reblog this a few times #pinned post.

moonadorn

THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED. I’VE MOVED THIS MULTI OVER TO SERREINE.

note: if we haven’t plotted / written here or generally anywhere on my blogs. there is a high chance i won’t follow back. love you all, but i need to be more comfortable to be able to write!

#OK CARRD IS UP #find me there!

moonadorn

THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED. I’VE MOVED THIS MULTI OVER TO SERREINE.

note: carrd is still not up, but that’ll be added soon. if we haven’t plotted / written here or generally anywhere on my blogs. there is a high chance i won’t follow back. love you all, but i need to be more comfortable to be able to write!

new plan bad bitches. i haven’t been feeling that comfortable on this blog, so i’m working on moving [ i’ll make another post with the url ]. in the mean time i do want to say that i will probably be more selective because i’m more interested in writing more plotted threads. it just gets a bit overwhelming at times! if we have a thread here, i’ll definitely move it, but i’ll probably focus on more plotted things in the future on the new blog!

#if u used to follow me before i came back then u can probs guess the url #since its an old one #ANYWAY #i hope this helps me write on my multi better i miss my kids </3

hey! sorry for the absence, but i’ve been feeling my single blogs much more than my multi, if i’m being honest, so until i get my muse back, i’ll take a little break from this blog and you can find me on aalia, fareeda or tierney in the mean time ❤️

#‘ 　 re ━━ ooc.#i'm still setting up fareeda but. i'll be back soon!!!#i'm just enjoying my time more on my other blogs tbh

synravki-a

for @despiseheart ! — (send me 💬, and i’ll use a line from a sentence meme i’ve reblogged to make a starter for you. ) accepting. 💛

he feels the shift of air, a shape flickering in & out of the corner of his eyes — and when tamar materialises out of the air beside him, soundlessly, his heart nearly jolts right out of its cage. hence, when he regards tamar, nikolai’s hand shoots up to his chest, breath caught mid-way. ❝ I wish you wouldn’t sneak up on me like that. ❞

moonadorn

❝ my apologies, your highness. i didn’t mean to frighten you. ❞ hands brush flecks of sweat from her face as she regards the king. she stills her heart for a few seconds and listens to the silence around her. tamar’s always been one to notice. as much as wilderness existed in her heart, so did the quietness of the saints. the warrior seems to climb its steps unprompted and turns to greet silence with a soft kiss. perhaps it is what kept her heart warm all this time ━━ the things her soul let her see. her smirk was halfhearted at best. ❝ if you’d like something less exciting, tolya can be in my place instead. although i cannot promise he won’t recite one of his poems. ❞

#synravki #‘ 　re ━━ writing.#‘ 　tamar kir - bataar ━━ to be embodied was the altar and the flesh and the knife at the same time.#queue.

@lingeringscars. * 💬.

❝ the real story isn’t half as pretty as the one you’ve heard. ❞ he must have known that. ryan wasn’t a fool. although she found herself unfamiliar with his kindness despite the long time she’s known him, she knew he understood that. secrets were horrible poisons. and now that it is spreading, evie can’t help but yearn for something that would touch her hand and tell her to let go of that weight she carries around. other times, she wishes there was something sharp to wake her up. how upsetting it is to be the one hiding the secret and then to lose everything in one second. ❝ i want everyone to stop bringing it up. you really can’t hide things in a small town like this. ❞

#lingeringscars #lingeringscars / ryan.#‘ 　re ━━ writing.#‘ 　 evie hayes ━━ you blunt thing‚ never lonely.#h. hello #queue.

reflectiones.

she thinks of silence as a long-lost friend, one she cherished her memories with — be it the sweet nights spent by the beaches, or the serene afternoons in the water gardens of dorne. but her days have been riddled with chaos ever since she walked out. she has seen rise and fall of empires, withstood the trials of loyalty & morality, and as dust gathers on the family portraits locked in the basement, elia meets silence again. this time, it creeps over the dinner she has laid out on the table, a chilling quiet looming over them after the storm of reprimands that tierney had had to endure in the face of them arriving later than expected. justifications & explanations were exchanged, but elia’s stern demeanor was not deterred, not even when tierney’s fiery eyes were shadowed by something rueful. guilt. when the words came forth, the corners of her eyes softened.

❝ you don’t burden me, t. ❞ the words leave her so fast, so quick, like eliminating a thorn stuck right where the heart would be. a hand extends to lie atop the other’s hand, a gesture of reassurance, honesty shining bright in the dark pools of her eyes. ❝ you know that. surely, you know that. ❞ it’s a desperate plea, the sound of it scraping her voice with desperation as she gives tierney’s hand a squeeze. they’d had their shares of secrets, of betrayals & wounds, and if elia dearly hated the idea of being the next one to inflict them both with such a pain she’d sworn to protect her family from. my family, she thinks, you’re part of it too now. but she lets silence resurface again, wrap around them like a warm blanket in the chill of winter — before she breaks it again only to add: ❝ I only wish you’d believe me. believe that I’m here to stay. ❞ elia retracts her hand, folding it back to her side, only the hint of a smile tugs at her lips when she gestures towards the bowl of mushroom soup & a plate of breadsticks between them. ❝ go on now — we can talk, only as long as you promise to eat. ❞

tierney is still ashamed of her blood. ashamed of its color, unsettled by the way it flows with no consideration for anyone’s feeling. they never cared what anyone felt of her, but when they rip open her heart like they did now, all she could do is sit there awkwardly. what did it say when they were embarrassed by the mere thought of existing? do i take up too much space, she always thinks. do you wish i was different? part of them wants elia to say it. she would rather hear it out loud instead of always doubting themself, filling herself with sickening anxiety. but when the other speaks, she says the complete opposite. you don’t burden me. that rotten hope is going to swallow them raw, like a wolf in sheep’s clothes, pretending until it gets what it wants [ until it realizes it is still hollow, only the blood on its hands is what remains ].

❝ why? ❞ she furrows their eyebrows, staring blankly at her. they’re confused. no one outside of her pack has ever shown them this patience and kindness before, but with them, it was the normal. a pack has to stick together, after all. but elia knows of her past. she knows all the horrible things these hands and that mouth have devoured. why are her eyes still so gentle when she looks at them? why does she not tell her that there’s no hope for them like her parents have? ❝ i don’t know how to believe you. why would you do that? what do you see in me that makes you so sure i won’t make you want to leave? ❞ what if they’re simply the monster the hunters have called her? not because of the wolf in them, but because of the burning wound that wants to greet deserved punishment with a warm kiss. was it too late for her to repent? did they even want to? she glances at the food in front of her, pausing for a second. ❝ i don’t think i have much appetite, elia. ❞

#reflectiones #reflectiones / elia.#‘ 　re ━━ writing.#‘ 　tierney hearst ━━ the moon was rising and with it i felt a certain lightening of my terror.#hahaha hi <3 #queue.

lovergf

“i could fix him” “i could make him worse” well i’m a lesbian and i’m about to make him my bestie

#yes you know what i'm about to say #andrew + renee tbt.

i know we haven't interacted much yet but i just want to say i love the vibes on your blogs as well as how you visualise things for your muses and how you write 💞

aaaaah this is so sweet thank you so much 🥺 i hope we get to interact soon i love everything you do with your muses!

#pragerstrasse #‘ 　 re ━━ ooc.

good day! today i will be working on finishing the profile pages for my muses and i’ll mostly be on my multi today, so i’ll be sure to reply to IMs!

#shaking dog gif #also i might move tamar back here grad school just started yesterday and i do not have the headspace for more than 2 blogs #you can blame tas for this <3 #i have a class from 8pm to 11pm please let me out of here #‘ 　 re ━━ ooc.

stoiicist

moonadorn asked: ❝ the voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad. ❞ from fareeda!!

“i, for one, will not argue against that.”

memories fade in like a sickening fog, the roar of her ancestors’ wailing chorus in reyna’s ears: traidora! asesina! no puedes escapar de tu crimen!

how their words had tormented her throughout her childhood, convinced reyna she carried a blighted heart from that point on with no hope of healing it. there were some nights where surely, she might have preferred madness to the heavy sickness her family ghosts had set in her stomach, to the freeze of fear in shame in her bones.

and even now, no longer thinking she had been born under a bad star, no longer carrying that choice to slay her father like a wound, but rather bearing it like a shield — even now the thought of ghosts makes reyna tense.

“—tell me, seer. have you heard such voices before?”

moonadorn

only in her dreams. only when she is reminded of the spirit that haunts her like a whisper between the trees, saying die with me. some days, they all come at once. other days, there is nothing but the heart - wrenching silence that follows her around day and night. it started off in her dreams, but now it is everywhere. when fareeda mentioned the voices of the dead, she had meant it more literally. she never knew these voices, never saw them, but she feels them around sometimes and she can’t help but feel the intensity of them at this camp. eyes glance at reyna for a second, before tilting her head. what she thinks is far different, but she simply sticks to a script. ❝ i only hear voices when the gods allow me to. ❞ fareeda repeats her words in her head. it was the same way the aai spoke to her when they were training. that foul mouth only twists its words these days. ❝ although they’re quite different here. ❞