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@ownlore
#OWNLORE. an independent, highly private and selective multimuse rp blog for a variety of characters as featured in different forms of media. extremely sporadic activity. 「 low-key, low-effort. 」
carrd. prompts. pinterest. info below the cut.
SENSE AND SENSIBILITY (2026) dir.: Georgia Oakley
london’s mercurial temperament and cosmopolitan whims bore him. that is not to say that the whirlwind in itself offers no excitement ; indeed, it is for the feverish liveliness of its court that parisians to partake of its delights. but here, pemberly ! ( it reminds him almost of marseilles. ) there is a subtle gleam of grace this far into country no city could reproduce. he finds it in the rich tones of the earth that comprise even their finest ballroom. her eyes are the colour of the walls, her skin of the light effusing off the chandeliers.
almost ungentlemanlike, he laughs at her own precocious wonder. ❛❛ the answer to that is simple, miss bennet. you are yourself tonight. ❜❜ a subtle tension strings the muscles of each guest. no doubt the illustrious count of monte cristo would have had better company, but he asks for no better with her. ❛❛ a gathering such as this one requires the use of faces. we don masks to hide our own intentions, lighten or dull our gestures to the taste of our companions. we are much more severe with those of austere mien, gentle and soft - spoken with sensitive crowds. it grows tiresome, does it not ? you perform this for as long as i have, among many more courts, and one grows weary of its artificiality. ❜❜ he smiles, gains back his footing from where she had charmed him so cleanly that it caught him off his guard. the bingleys certainly have sharp eyes. ❛❛ i come to pemberly seeking sincerity ; i am pleased to find it in you and your family. ❜❜
it catches her off-guard too, the laughter that rings like bells through the hall. it touches his eyes like something delicate, crinkling the corners and raising his brows to relax the line between them. pride swells inside her chest, to have brought about this phenomenon. she also finds it to be a surprise of her own: to have sought this approval somewhere in the back of her mind. her head dips slightly if only to hide the pleased smile on her face. ❛ then I am glad of it. though I must confess, ❜ she whispers, as though indulging him in a secret. ❛ I am not certain I know how to be anything else. ❜
the town's sharp eyes follow them from everywhere, and so would follow the sharper memories as elizabeth knows it for certain that tomorrow, there would be talk. it would attach itself to a young woman seen in prolonged conversation with a man of considerable fortune and mystery, their laughs, their closeness. fortunately, it has been long since she's made peace with being talked about in rooms she was not in.
what she has not entirely made peace with was this. with him.
a peculiar creature he was, using words as he meant them without embellishments or hidden sharpness. she finds it to be the most disarming thing about him. charm she expected and knew, but sincerity was certainly harder to manage. ❛ I have tried to be otherwise, on more occasions than I would like to admit, but my true thoughts always find a way out before I've had a chance to soften it. ❜ the corners of her mouth lift, not unkindly but in a manner that was self-aware. she then looks towards him, curious once again, unrelenting. ❛ is sincerity so rare then where you come from, sir? or is there more to what you seek here? ❜
hello everyone . i am once again heading into the weekend optimistic
𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ THE LANGUAGE OF THORNS, midnight tales and dangerous magic. ( 2017 ) by leigh bardugo.
sentences taken from or inspired by the collection’s dialogue & narration.
+ feel free to change pronouns !
i. AYAMA AND THE THORN WOOD.
‘ love speaks in flowers. truth requires thorns. ’
‘ we all know the story of how the queen becomes a queen. ’
‘ we should leave this place. ’
‘ no doubt it will come and devour us all. ’
‘ the beast will laugh you right out of the wild lands. ’
‘ you know how the stories go. interesting things happen only to pretty girls. ’
‘ is the wood much worse than a garden overgrown with pricklers ? ’
‘ stupid girl ! do you wish to become a monster ? ’
‘ strike me. cleave me in two. ’
‘ you’re as thorny as the wood. ’
‘ there is but one rule in my wood. speak truth. ’
‘ perhaps you might show mercy freely. ’
‘ just eat a bit of the sun to fill the sky, and you will feel empty no longer. ’
‘ what nonsense ! of course that’s not how the story ends. ’
‘ some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled. ’
‘ what do i care for winter ? no season touches this wood. ’
‘ you know the only bargain i will make. ’
‘ sometimes the unseen is not to be feared and those that are meant to love us most are not always the ones that do. ’
‘ bad fates do not always follow those that deserve them. ’
‘ no prince is worth your life. ’
‘ are you so eager to be eaten ? ’
‘ they have told me to return with your heart. ’
‘ you think to love a monster ? ’
‘ a man like you is owed no words. ’
ii. THE TOO CLEVER FOX.
‘ you are doomed to a miserable life. ’
‘ better to be hungry now than to be sorry later. ’
‘ what will everyone say when they see such a face ? ’
‘ we have not gone so soft as that. ’
‘ you think that we will let you live on foolish promises ? ’
‘ you have bested me. that much is clear. ’
‘ will you not free me ? ’
‘ you will have a fine time of it, i can tell you. ’
‘ i can bear ugliness. i find the one thing i cannot live with is death. ’
‘ if you will only cease your talking, i will gladly go. ’
‘ where he went, he bled the woods dry. ’
‘ what’s a bit more blood ? ’
‘ you should leave this place. you are not safe here. ’
‘ with such big eyes, i think you see too much. ’
‘ will you not tell me what troubles you ? ’
‘ why do you stay with him ? you’re pretty enough to catch a husband. ’
‘ just because you escape one trap, doesn’t mean you will escape the next. ’
‘ first i must find my courage. ’
‘ few can resist the sight of a pretty girl crying. ’
‘ the trap is loneliness, and no one escapes it. not even me. ’
‘ in the wood, even songbirds must be survivors. ’
iii. THE WITCH OF DUVA.
‘ there was a time when the wood ate girls. ’
‘ be back before dark. the trees are hungry tonight. ’
‘ who can say what shapes an appetite ? ’
‘ this is my home, you can’t just send me away. ’
‘ don’t be foolish. there’s plenty of light. ’
‘ well then, come help me stir the pot. ’
‘ i will warn you just this once. go. ’
‘ you cannot come and go from this place like you’re fetching water from a well. ’
‘ hope made me stubborn. ’
‘ stay there and keep quiet. i don’t need rumors that i’ve been taking girls. ’
‘ i will not have you bring a monster to my door. ’
‘ you know that you are welcome to remain here with me. ’
‘ i will follow her. i will peck out her eyes. ’
‘ believe me. say you believe me. ’
‘ dark things have a way of slipping through narrow spaces. ’
iv. LITTLE KNIFE.
‘ it is dangerous to travel the northern road with a troubled heart. ’
‘ if you are lost in your own thoughts, you may find yourself stepping off the path and into the dark woods. ’
‘ she was beautiful from the moment of her birth. ’
‘ why must i be the one to hide ? ’
‘ do you think i am so foolish or so cruel ? ’
‘ water only wants direction. it wants to be told what to do. ’
‘ always you have done my bidding, but what good are you to me now ? ’
‘ soon i will be very rich, but will i have a good man ? ’
‘ that is a question for the river. ’
‘ your tongue is not fit for my true name. ’
‘ will you come with me, and be bride to nothing but the shore ? ’
‘ she was terrifying in her beauty, bright like a devouring star. ’
‘ remember that to use a thing is not to own it. ’
‘ should you ever take a bride, listen closely to her questions. ’
v. THE SOLDIER PRINCE.
‘ this is the problem with even lesser demons. they come to your door in velvet coats and polished shoes. ’
‘ you will find great love and more gold than you could wish for. ’
‘ he’s a charming fellow, but most unusual, and peculiarities seem to follow him. ’
’ it seemed harmless at the time. ’
‘ he needed a girl, still malleable, one that he could make admire him. ’
‘ this is pleasant. this is enough. ’
‘ are you my soldier ? are you my prince ? ’
‘ i have not come to fight, only to talk. ’
‘ wanting is why people get up in the morning. it gives them something to dream of at night. ’
‘ i am perfectly real. ’
‘ she loves you, though, and that will make it harder. ’
‘ best not to ask. i think the answer would please no one. ’
‘ we can stay forever in the land of dreams. ’
‘ kiss me. take me from this place. ’
‘ i sent you to die a hundred times. ’
‘ i eat the wonder in their eyes. ’
‘ you were an idea in my head. you were nothing, and to nothing you will return when i think of you no more. ’
‘ you wanted only that i might live. you would sacrifice your own life to make it so. ’
‘ are you my darling ? are you mine ? ’
vi. WHEN WATER SANG FIRE.
‘ you wish to strike a bargain. ’
‘ make me someone new. ’
‘ this is the problem with making a thing forbidden. it does nothing but build an ache in the heart. ’
‘ easy magic is pretty. great magic requires that you trouble the waters. ’
‘ no one expects me to accomplish anything. ’
‘ i can smell your ambition like blood in the water.’
‘ i know that you should keep it like a secret, not shout it like a curse. ’
‘ yes. i can imagine it all. ’
‘ you are worth more than that. you should not have to earn him. ’
‘ hope rises like water trapped beneath a dam, higher and higher, in increments that mean nothing until you face the flood. ’
‘ there is no pain like the pain of transformation. ’
‘ take your pleasures as you will. ’
‘ come, and i’ll tell you all you wish to know. ’
‘ he made me dream of things i cannot have. ’
‘ i do not care for dancing. ’
‘ look into the mirror, and try to deny it. ’
‘ you have never been like the others, and you never will be. ’
‘ we were not made to please princes. ’
‘ i am not quite mortal either, and i have many lives to live. ’
‘ i wouldn’t care if you were part human or part frog. ’
‘ my voice is not enough. ’
‘ you know i was never strong. ’
✦ HE IS A HEAD BENT INTO THE PAGES of a book, almost at all times; if it were pure scholarly pursuit that kept his nerves hooked directly to his growing collection of notes, he might not look so feral about it. no, it is teddy's vanity and pride that keep him tethered to his work, and its rare, bordering on apocalyptic, to see teddy unfocused and dawdling at anything. his is a mind that whirrs and whirrs until smoke pours out both ears, and on that steam his whole body moves along to complete whatever ominous, selfish goal he fixated on. he registers @ownlore as a disembodied voice floating somewhere to the left of him, and doesn't look up from his fervent scribbling lest it drag him away from the cusp of a new scientific revelation.
“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming.”
“no,” and then, just as dismissively, “that's the kind of enormous nonsense i cut out of my life. i don't want stress wrinkles.”
ari, perhaps, is the worrying sort. the thought shames him on behalf of the other — a brilliant alchemist by all accounts, beyond the pale and all expectation — as much as it grates on his tenderest nerves. the sort of person you're becoming. is he worried about himself?
teddy's pen halts over the paper. just for a second. it is enough to sting his curiosity, but still not to look up.
“we're all in charge of ourselves. if you don't like who you see in the mirror, then its your sole duty to either improve or stagnate,” he doesn't mean to sound admonishing — comfort is not, and has never been, within his remit; he isn't even sure its comfort that ari wants, “look — are you worried for yourself, or for me? i assure you i have no concerns about being dubbed a heinous bitch for the rest of my life. and you shouldn't, either.”
and just like that, he finds it is dismissed by teddy without a thought, a worry that keeps him awake at night. as it stands, ari has found that people rarely cared about the future of their selves and lived in the moment, something he has had wanted desperately. it isn't to say that ari lives in the future. no, he's stuck in the past — on the shores of gujarat amongst the white-foam waves, incense filling his lungs, the lingering memory of something spicy on the tip of his tongue. but the ari that left his hometown is also long gone. and here stands shakespeare, the wordsmith of lumines, the fox caught in a trap he was shoved into.
he immediately regrets asking it in the first place, suddenly feeling small and entirely aware of being the reason why the pen now rests. thankfully, ari has the liberty of hiding his nose in a book of his own still at the page that he's been on for the last fifteen minutes. ❛ it was just out of curiosity, nothing more. ❜
and just like that, he goes back to his silence, which has always been the one language he speaks without thinking. the only one that requires no craft or consideration.
the scratching of teddy's pen fills the room again. ari listens to it like tracking rain against a window, or the steady heartbeat of its bearer like something almost meditative. he looks up over his unread book.
❛ what are you writing? you've been at it for the past two days. ❜
how am i sitting here at midnight in an imax to watch the od.yssey and the screen just went ojt
update: it worked at last, finished the movie, feeling Changed
how am i sitting here at midnight in an imax to watch the od.yssey and the screen just went ojt
who wants to give me their chara for marina to terrorise
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )
give that to me! where did you find this?!
do you drink coffee or tea?
sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?
do you trust me enough to close your eyes?
when were you planning on telling me?
at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?
can i convince you to stay the night?
do i look like someone who knows what that means?
would you consider giving me a second chance?
do you really think that's helpful right now?
would you mind showing me around?
do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?
are you thinking what i'm thinking?
can we ... go out and do something crazy?
why are we whispering?
who exactly are you, anyways?
can't we just be civil for a minute?
does the past ever keep you up at night?
if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?
how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?
did the power just go out?
are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?
how should we celebrate?
can we just ... start over?
why is this so important to you?
how was i supposed to know that?!
do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.
where are you? nobody's heard from you.
can you help me zip this up?
why do these things always happen to me?
you don't secretly hate me, right?
can i get you something to eat? –or drink?
ready to see what i've been working on?
where have you been disappearing off to?
what's that perfume you're wearing?
you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?
are you planning to stay for dinner?
did you think it was going to be easy?
you see where you went wrong, don't you?
when did we become so cold and distant?
who are you working for?
did you really do all of this for me?
can i open my eyes yet?
haven't you heard the stories?
[ name ], what are you doing here?
what's it gonna take for you to trust me?
do you believe people can change?
how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?
don't you remember what happened last time?
why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?
you're [ name ], aren't you?
who did this to you?!
how did you know i'd be here?
what's that supposed to mean?
do you think i'm irredeemable?
what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!
do you see anything you like?
what do i owe you for the food?
why won't this stupid thing work?!
does tonight really have to end?
holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!
i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?
how long have you been standing there?
do you ever wish you could just ... run away?
haven't we been here before?
wait, shush ... did you hear that?
did i miss today's newsletter or something?
can we put our differences aside for a second?
what are you getting out of this, exactly?
you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?
are you willing to bet on it?
would you kill for me?
what made you think that was okay?!
do you believe people can change?
what's the worst thing you've ever done?
you were going to leave without saying goodbye?
[ name ], can you sit up for me?
can i kiss you?
where are your keys? you're not driving like this.
how's life been treating you?
where have you been?!
aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?
aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?
where are you going with this?
are we really doing this right now?
have you eaten today?
can i crash here for the night?
how did you learn to lie so well?
can i at least buy you a drink?
where should i meet you?
is that ... blood?!
are you trying to make me jealous right now?
what’s your problem? you're acting weird.
[ name ], you're ... real, right?
where’s your sense of adventure?
do you like horror movies?
what are you trying to prove?
can you give me a ride?
do you have any idea what you've done?
shouldn't you answer that?
why should i be the one to calm down?
have you been up all night?
why are you lying to me?
is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?
what are you so afraid of?
do you want to grow old with me?
you’re gonna walk away from this?
are you nervous? your hands are shaking.
where am i supposed to go?
how many fingers am i holding up?
you want me to just walk away from this?
[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!
are you embarrassed of me?
what's that smell? something's burning.
how can i make it up to you?
why can't you stay out of it?
is this some kind of trick?
come on, what do you have to lose?
do you ever still think of me?
idiot. why didn't you tell me?!
can we stop and think about this rationally?
how long has it been since you’ve slept?
what's your ideal first date?
are you ready to tell me the truth?
i almost died, and you're laughing?
what do you mean, "sort of"?
can we just stay like this forever?
when can i see you again?
can we put this behind us?
oh ... you thought of me first?
where did you learn to do that?
oh my god, are you bleeding?!
where are you? nobody’s heard from you.
[ name ], are you drunk?
how can i make this go away?
someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?
are we safe here?
what can i do to convince you?
what could possibly go wrong?
you have no idea who i am, do you?
how do you really feel about me?
why can't you look me in the eyes?
did you know you talk in your sleep?
were you following me?
can we just pretend this never happened?
are you just barely getting home?
are you even listening to me right now?!
where does it hurt? can you show me?
are you trying to get yourself killed?!
how about we just forget the world exists?
how long have you been keeping this from me?
were you ever going to tell me?
what do you make of this?
[ name ], what the hell?!
can we just be honest with each other, here?
are you trying to keep me a secret?
why does your story keep changing?
how long have you known?
it can't be that bad, right?
are you happy? i mean, really happy?
isn't this place amazing?
did i interrupt something?
how am i supposed to trust you?
are they still following us?
are you fucking serious?
do you remember our first kiss?
can we take a break for a minute?
how about we disappear for awhile?
you're going to walk away from this?
can you please just cut the crap?!
why didn't you tell me you were hurt?
how can i make this go away?
can you just look at me, please?
is there anything i can do to change your mind?
do you ever stop talking?
that depends. are you done lying to me?
are you sure this is legal?
how do you take your coffee?
can you keep your voice down?
why does your phone keep buzzing?
that's your world cup final right there
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He doesn't know what made him think there was someone outside his door — but what mattered is that he was right. When the door to his apartment slides open and he sees Inej hunched over, his eyes immediately fly to where she holds her hands to her side. He's been around long enough to know what that means. “ Shit, Inej, come in. ” He quickly ushers her in, the door sliding closed behind them. He wonders what might have caused this — if she got caught sneaking somewhere she wasn't supposed to, or if she fell, which he couldn't imagine happening. Anything was a possibility here.
“ What happened? ” Obviously something that left her with a gash that covered most of her side. She wouldn't have come here if it weren't an emergency. “ May I? ” He asks, reaching for the hem of her shirt. He only pulls it up enough to see the cut, and he sees enough to know it's bad. “ Hold on. Let me at least clean it up. ” Mack says, pushing himself off the couch and walking towards his bathroom. He practically had a tiny hospital in there, considering what he does is just as dangerous. He grabs some of the antiseptic he has and some cloths, and finally, a couple bandages and some tape before he marches back to the couch and sits beside her. He wets the cloth with the antiseptic and presses it to her side without warning — historically, that's been the best way for him. “ It's pretty deep. Someone do this to you? ”
she did not anticipate it startling her so. one minute everything was dark, though her feet moved her forwards without volition, and the next minute she felt his hand. a memory of the menagerie lanced through her like a hot iron, slicing her awake. one gloved hand grasped his in a white knuckled grip, the second had reached for the blade tucked underneath her boot. she glowered at him with fire, all instinct and no thought. ❛ —don't. ❜
however, the movement alone probably required the last ounce of energy she had left. the wraith fell, vanquished. her head lolled back against the wall. and then there was inej ghafa, the pain of a knife-wound welling up tears in her eyes, beads of sweat on her brow, and a desperate plea on her lips: ❛ it's fine, I can take care of this. ❜ mack's sincerity was a blurry picture in front of her, focusing in and out like a camera lens. then something cold and sudden pressed on her wound. ❛ oh, saints! ❜ she stifled her scream like she had done many times before, thankful still, because only someone in the business of multiple injuries would know that the only way out was through. ❛ a gig went south... ❜ perhaps her voice falters from weakness so she doesn't say anything further. or perhaps she forces herself to stop, lest someone hears her. ❛ can't say more than that. ❜
it was quite an oddity for inej to arrive at the door. usually an open window, the elevator shaft, or the simple ridged walls of megabuilding H10 were sufficient for her to get to mack's appartment so as to not risk being noticed under normal circumstances. but tonight, she finds herself stood at the doorway with one hand braced against the frame and the other pressed at her side in the way that was intended to keep things inside that desperately wanted to come out. her dark-coloured vest had hidden most of it on her way here, but the light in the hallway wasn't doing her the same favour.
@aratsaka's confusion is entirely justified when he says, ❛ I didn't know you were coming to see me. what's the matter? ❜
❛ it's nothing, ❜ she replies, half-whispering half-mumbling as if the words lost their way from her throat to her mouth, ❛ I just need a moment. ❜ her eyes were steady, her hands were not — with something red seeping through between her fingers. a bead of sweat trickles down her forehead. ❛ and maybe something clean if you have it. ❜
the evening had not been what she had expected. that was, as she had been finding, a theme where the count was concerned. the piano's music filled the hall with its primary purpose to give people something to do with their hands and encouraged social negotiations across all rooms of the hall. elizabeth always came prepared for the performance of a ball, delighted even, to partake in knowing new and old individuals — verifying what conclusions were drawn from their last meeting. it was to say, she enjoyed being proven right.
and the count had proven her wrong on all accounts.
here he was, in his friendly manner and welcoming disposition, still stood in front of her after a dance as though the music ending had not occurred to him as a reason to leave. it was then that @eintraums said, ❛ i've enjoyed this better than any other dance i've been to before. ❜
❛ have you? ❜ it came out before she had quite decided to say it, her own pleasant surprise put to words. the music shifted to something slower. the room continued its usual business, the careful negotiations of proximity and conversation. elizabeth found herself stood precisely there in her curiosity. ❛ I wonder what made the difference. ❜
that's your world cup final right there
stood in a bookshop to read one letter from a darker shore: letters from ketterdam . Feeling like a rabid animal now
