LORD TANSINE

"It is getting terribly dark, my friends. Why is it getting so dark?" Independent and Highly Selective Novel-Verse OC, Lord Ricente Tansine. Please refer to my Rules and my About before interacting with Ricente. Played by Lottie

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

[enstorie]

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck. 

[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. 

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

[ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.

[ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing

[rp-meme-glaceon]

My muse got caught in a bad blizzard, but was luckily found by yours. Send "sanctuary" to take them in and warm them up by the fireplace.

[ofwcrries-blog]

Of late, the warmth from the pendant had instead become heat, searing, burning, to the point that Tansine had been unable to hold it in his hands anymore. Whispers began to speak, right on the edge of hearing. Go east, said the voices, go east and get a boat. Sail, sail, sail. Every night now he dreamed of the same thing: a circle of dead trees and blackened earth, and a mound like a tomb in the middle, ringed by standing stones. He had taken to holing himself up tightly in his bedchamber, huddled against the wall, too petrified to even visit the gardens he had once taken pride in. The strange whispers seemed to come from the very walls, and even with his palms pressed tightly against his ears until they ached, still those mutterings came. Go east, go east.  He wasn’t aware, not really. Not when he’d risen to his feet like a sleepwalker, stumbling down the stairs straight into a shadow. A hand, strong, weathered with age, pressed to his chest, keeping him in place. “Ricente.” His name, spoken warmly, then mumblings, mumblings, why couldn’t he understand what was being said? The other man was just a shape from far away, a figure from within a dream, and the pendant burned his chest where it dangled from his neck, and the whispers around him drowned out all other sound with a new command.  Free yourself. Flee.  Kill him.  Kill.  “Ricente, please listen to me.” The figure in the dream was barring his way, his way east, his way to the ships. “You are not well. You are burning up...” A cool hand resting against his forehead, a thumb moving gently over his skin.  The whispers consumed him, and he knew nothing more. 

[dennybitte]

by Denny Bitte

[ofwcrries-blog]

Disgraced. Disgraced publicly, and all his own doing; his friend dead in the ground and his King nearly suffering the same because of his mistakes, because of his inexperience and cowardice when at the very moment he had needed to be bravest...he had failed. Did he even deserve to be here, called by the Elven Queen, his friend, for a night of entertainment with other great and high people? Fingers wrapped around the pendant dangling from his neck, the strange red stone that Arden had given him granting a little reassuring warmth, a sense of comfort. Still Ricente Tansine shivered, and from more than just the cold of the hallway he was stood in, frozen, tight-lipped and tight-muscled, a statue of self-loathing and terror and despair.  Around him, the colour and brightness of the party carried on. He saw it play out in front of him as if a theatre performance he was watching on a stage, glassy-eyed and not focusing on the noise and excitement. It all seemed so far away, muffled faintly as though he were walking underwater. Every once in a while, he was jolted uncomfortably out of his hollow state by a voice nearby; the soft tones of the Queen as she approached, making sure that he was alright, or someone that he didn’t know offering him a drink of fine elvish wine, and he gave acquiescent nods to both, chattered when it was required of him but felt n o t h i n g for the party or the conversation.  Nothing but fear and restless anxiety, remained now, accompanied in brief lucid flashes by their stalwart partner, simple, shattering grief.  He wished he could get over it, be back to his old self, but no matter how hard he tried he seemed to only regress, or so he thought, like a crab edging back into a shell... And it was the same tonight, now, wandering dreamlike right into the path of another stranger. Instantly aware again, brutally, violently, flushed with embarrassment and shame and alarm. Had he spilled their beverage? Did they know who he was, and what he had done? Did they hate him, wish him dead, want him to leave this place and never come back, to go back into the shadows he evidently crawled out of? Was he in trouble? Questions, questions, questions before every meeting or reunion. Questions, and apologies. Constant apologies. “I am sorry. I did not...see you there.”  @feralandfair 

[miscellanyofmusings]

I knew I didn’t fit in but I feel so helplessly ａｌｏｎｅ

[ofwcrries-blog]

“Halt there!” The young Lord Tansine was less than pleased to have yet ANOTHER trespasser just wandering right over his land. “What is it with you people?! The path is over there! You are close to treading on a priceless species of Lily that doesn’t grow anywhere else anymore!” @sword-and-lance

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

[ofwcrries-blog]

"I can hear your heart beat."

“A curious thing for you to say,” said the young Lord Tansine, his head rising from the glass of fine Elven wine that he had previously been gazing into despondently, “but considering that you have a different skillset to a mortal man, perhaps it should not have come as a surprise that you could. What, then, can you read from the beating of my heart, my friend?”Could Vision sense the worry that plagued him, even as he sat here? @syntheticxanomaly

[ofwcrries-blog]

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[ofwcrries-blog]

ｆｌｏｒｅｎｃｅ ＆ ｔｈｅ ｍａｃｈｉｎｅ ｓｔａｒｔｅｒｓ

"There is no way out."

"I never wanted anything from you."

"I like to keep to myself, thank you."

"I was dead when I woke up this morning."

"My heart is hollow now."

"They're coming to get you."

"There's a drumming noise inside my head."

"Tell me what you want me to say."

"Leave all your love behind and run."

"There's no light in your eyes."

"I'l be dead before the day is done."

"It's over. And I'm going under."

"It's peaceful in the deep. No need to pray, no need to speak."

"I found the devil in me looking for heaven."

"A kiss with a fist is better than none."

"You are the space in my bed."

"If you're gone, I will not belong here."

"I was just looking for a breath of life."

"I can stay in the dark if you need me to."

"I don't want your money. I don't want your crown. I've come to burn your kingdom down."

"Whose side are you on?"

"Sooner or later, you love the things you lose."

"Would you leave me if I told you what I've done?"

"Never let me go."

"All your love will be exorcised."

"I can hear your heart beat."

"What has been done can not be undone."

"You left me in the dark. What was I supposed to do?"

"I'm damned if I do, and I'm damned if I don't."

"You'll carry it with you if you want to survive.'

"A thousand armies couldn't keep me out."

"The room was so quiet..."

"Things go wrong no matter what I do!"

"You were a falling star, and I caught you."

"You're my head, you're my heart."

"Though the pressure's hard to take, it's the only way I can escape."

"It's hard to dance with the devil on your back."

"You don't have to be afraid anymore."

"They're in my head. They won't shut up."

"I never knew daylight could be so violent."

"What's the point in living?"

"They were there when I woke up this morning."

"I know I can count on you."

"Sometimes I just feel like saying I don't care."

"I'm always in this twilight in the shadow of your heart."

"I started to hear it again.."

"I can't leave the past behind."

"You've got the love I need."

"The dog days are over."

"You can't choose what fades away and what stays."

"Life is just too much."

"I was looking to get a dream of life again."

"I'm not giving up. I'm just giving in."

[hushedmusings]

PIN MY MUSE

[rpmemes-galore]

disillusionedhumanity:

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY

Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose

[spaacemusings]

                                                war is a slippery slope.

                                                  what would you do?                                                          becomes                                                     what will you do?                                                          becomes                                              my god, what have you done?

                                                    you meant so well.

[ofwcrries-blog]

“Percy, I...the simple fact of the matter, my dear Percy, is that I cannot get the climax of that dreadful battle out of my mind.” His forehead creased to a point, his eyes welled with unshed tears, Tansine raised his head at last. “And now with...with everyone seeming to so fully revile me, and I --” Trembling, he shook his head angrily, staring wide-eyed down at the churning river below them. A high place to clear his head indeed, with the roiling sky overhead, gathering with storm, reflecting the storm within. “-- I, deserving every bit of this revulsion! I, who wandered into the thick of a battle unprepared, I, who ignored orders justly given to me...” He sniffled, and wiped his eyes with the back of his small, soft hand. “I, who could not save his friend! Percy, you are too forgiving! However must you be able to stand in my presence? I am a craven. I am as faithless and foolish as they say!” Clutching to his chest in the fullness of his despair, he fell upon his knees, his eyes scrunched closed. “The King must bitterly detest me, and so he should. I do not even what to know what Her Majesty, or Captain Berrain, Will or Lady Uhnama must think! Surely the rumours of my disgrace have reached them by now!”  @sinkxme

[ofwcrries-blog]

“You have GOT to be jesting, my good fellow! I am absolutely, positively, NOT walking through that! Do you even KNOW how expensive my boots are, do you? They were made FOR ME SPECIFICALLY by a finer shoemaker than any a FILTHY PIRATE such as yourself could possibly hope to visit, I am quite certain! No indeed...” Just the slightest hint of a smile came to his (at present rather petulant) young face, as he folded his arms and stood firmly on the outside, if you please, of the bank of festering mud. “If you wish for me to cross that, then you shall have to carry me.” @brahilhli

[ofwcrries-blog]

“I --- !! I simply will not have it! All of this trespassing is getting out of hand -- I -- the path is RIGHT THERE, for the love of Cannae, so why oh why are you walking right over my beautiful, charming begonias...?” Absolutely seething mad, the young Lord Tansine had come out to ‘investigate’ the approach of several people who had apparently decided that his garden was a public right-of-way. “No, no, no! You can go the OTHER way, back the way you came!”