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i re-made my multi-muse & adding milady to it @mvseums
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hiatus notice + updating muse list ! because university has been actively kicking my butt since october , i won’t be around as much , but i am planning on writing during the holidays , getting to those starters , and adding new muses ( hank anderson from dbh & andrea harrison from the twd )
noo dont take care of me its rotten work aha
IVAR THE BONELESS * / @vredeir·
MAYBE HE KNOWS TOO LITTLE AND EXPERIENCED TOO MUCH NOT TO TREAT ANY FORM OF ALLEGIANCE WITH GREAT CONSIDERATION. & in a world where even the moon is fickle with her affections, unable to overcome the natural force & interplay with the sun, it makes him question whether or not it is possible for something fundamental to exist like a person who is always noble, always true & who never compromises. perhaps those are expectations too great even for the gods to comply and live for. ( or maybe each highly depends on the point of view. )
TAKING HER WORDS IN STRIDE IVAR HUMORS THE THOUGHT ABOUT CONDITIONAL LOYALTY AS WELL AS FRIENDSHIPS WHICH FLARE UP FIRST, BECOME GLIMMERING COAL UNTIL IT ALL COOLS DOWN. & upon deliberately raised eyebrows in response to her fundamental belief, firm in its expression, his lips curl into a lopsided grin. ‘ would it not be nice to have some of each: loyalty, understanding and no conditions ? but i suspect it’s a similar challenge like for rulers to decide whether they want to reign with love or with fear. ’ then, ivar draws himself up to full height, fingers curling around the handle of his crutch as his gaze settles on her. ‘ who am i to argue your perfectly reasonable suggestion ? ’ he waves casually, carefully, with the rose in his other hand. a simple gesture that he will follow her lead. ‘ after you, your grace. ’
SHE DOES NOT LEAD, but instead chooses to walk beside him as an equal through a garden festooned by garlands of flowers, flowers that exist without a reason to, that twist in rarely any straightforward fashion, that intertwine in a pattern that obscures beginning from end. isn’t that what her father wanted of her ? shed the snake to reveal a vine, a stem that grows ever stronger, ever longer, competing with the passage of time, a name shadowed by the height of his ambitions, a name burnished ( almost erased ) to produce one title in gold : QUEEN.
WHAT HAPPENS TO A STALK UNDER THE WEIGHT OF AMBITION ? what is a vine without its support frame ? something to hold onto, something solid to embrace. she listens to him as the gazebo comes to view, but she halts, actions governed by the burst of measured impulsivity. ‘ how would you reign, ivar the boneless ? with love or with fear ? ’ she does not shy away from his gaze, the warmth of her eyes revealing a temerity, a determination to be seen, a vivid determination to exist in the present, in the now of this moment, locked between a vision of brown and blue, in the singleness of a charged instant, despite the hypothetical situation proposed.
I am not sure if I want you to come with us to Wessex.
If you give them your love, they will return it a thousandfold.
(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ friendly and loving reminder that your interpretation of a muse is unique , so every time you worry about whether you’re doing it right , remember that writing is as much a personal experience as it is a joy ; characters we take up evoke certain emotions in us , and these feelings are very idiosyncratic , so whatever you do , this is your vision , your interpretation & it’s unique !
stupidity is a disease and im the 14th century rat
sentence prompts ➝ murder on the orient express
‘ I have lived long enough to know what I like. ’
‘ I’m sleeping here where everyone can see me. ’
‘ And I can see everyone. ’
‘ I have always wanted to believe that man is rational and similised. ’
‘ It is out of respect for both that I like to keep them separated. ’
‘ To mix your red wine and your white would be to ruin them both. ’
‘ I like a good rosé. ’
‘ There was right. There was wrong. ’
‘ Then there was you. ’
‘ I cannot judge you for this. ’
‘ I can only see a world as it should be. ’
‘ There is right. There is wrong. There is no in-between. ’
‘ I detect criminals. ’
‘ I do not protect them. ’
‘ I see evil on this train. ’
‘ Wine is where the devil finds his darlings. ’
‘ I have the advantage. ’
‘ Would you mind if I join you? ’
‘ And you are innocent? ’
‘ You’re fun. ’
‘ Do not trust a one, not one of them. ’
‘ Well, hello. ’
‘ Eyes linger any longer and I’ll have to charge for rent. ’
‘ I’ll pay. ’
‘ Have another drink. ’
‘ Are you insulted? ’
‘ Disappointed. ’
‘ Some men have a good look. ’
‘ All they have to do is keep their mouth shut and they can take home any prize they want. Still the mouth opens. ’
‘ So let us catch a killer. ’
‘ So they got him after all. ’
‘ You assume he was killed. ’
‘ He had his enemies, that’s all. ’
‘ No one would listen to me. ’
‘ And who are you? ’
‘ You leave her out of this. ’
‘ We’re surrounded by lies! ’
‘ Oh, there’s no use in a lie, love. ’
‘ He can see right through us. ’
‘ It’s no crime to want to be distant from trouble. ’
me flirting: I don’t want you to die
𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 * / multi-muse sideblog by dory
You smell like love.
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@trickstercaptain: ‘ how’s that for a happily ever after? ‘
IT WAS AN ACHE that would perhaps always be a part of him , a reminder of the calamity that had struck him on that rain-soaked night ; honour , blood & the sizzling burn of saltwater against his wound , a blur of memories crashing against his skull , a remorseless assault of waves , one chasing the other , shouts , thunder & commands all flooding , racing , drowning him in a commotion that converges into a single voice all too regrettably familiar ; the flail of arms instead of the cut of lightening , the stench of rum on every syllable in place of the biting breeze . he was a pain that overshadowed the dull throb in his torso , and for every story the pirate related , there were three consecutive headaches .
‘ WHY , ’ his hand rests against the bandages , body instinctively drawing back into the fort of pillows behind him , as far away from the warmth of sparrow’s breath . ‘ i never took you for the type , mister sparrow . ’ it was a single , straight-lined , dead note that carried this message , no hint of gratitude or any showcase of acknowledgement graced his voice . he had spent his recovery in the unwarranted company of the notorious pirate , fed stories of adventures recounted in a series of dizzying gestures , mismatched facts & dubious acts of uncharacteristic nobility . ‘ though i doubt you hardly have the capacity to fit into any type . ’