lynna writes

independent and selective multimuse, muses mostly from theatre and literature. written by lynna. est. 2016. low activity, very slow. main blog for luxnosvocat and rhindonsblade.

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hello

two things:

one, does anyone know how to turn off having random blogs you don't follow in your dash. i turned off show suggested posts/show posts your friends liked and yet they're still here i figured it out, it had put me on my "for you" tab and not the following tab

two, idk if i'll be on here again - it would be nice but i truly don't know - but if you'd like to see what i've been writing, my ao3 pseud is here

ok thank you love you all <3

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Andrei and Marya in War and Peace (2016)

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MARYA | ship roulette verse for Sonya, for @skyjci

Prince Andrei and his wife had been visiting at Bald Hills for the first time since their marriage. Princess Marya was glad to see her brother and sister-in-law, but the old prince had called her to his study on the day of their arrival and made his feelings clear. The old prince was mockingly polite to Princess Sofiya, bitterly silent with Prince Andrei, and spoke cruelly to Princess Marya.

Still, when she found herself alone with her sister-in-law, Princess Marya could only dimly feel the shadow of her father's anger over her. Sofiya was as kind as she had been in her letters. Princess Marya felt awkward, but still she very much wanted to speak to her. "Dear Sophie," she said, faltering, "shall we go for a walk?" Princess Marya felt she could not say what she wanted to say. "There are paths all through the grounds... my father... my father walks them often."

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(Great Comet was beautiful and perfect and I cried a bunch so like for a starter from one of my W&P muses - Andrei, Marya, Lise, Kirill, and Olga. Please let me know which one you would like and if you are a multimuse, please let me know which muse of yours you would like the starter for.)

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personnages​ / Marya:

Marya shook her head, and a soft sigh escaped despite herself. The newest members of their Victors’ circle hadn’t had much time before this new Reaping had condemned them to the arena again. “That is… it’s too late for that,” Marya said softly, then hesitated before adding in a whisper, “Don’t you think that’s why they picked us?” She shook her head again, the harsh lights of the Training Center glinting off the braids banded atop her head. She’d never wanted to step foot in here again.

Perhaps it was too late for that. Peeta could not get Katniss out of this without having to kill. And they were going to force his hand at that when he ends up back in that Arena. But he isn’t going to make it easy for them. This thing is going to become his game. He will play Snow and the Capital as much as they wished to use him. “ They didn’t pick me, they picked Haymitch. I volunteered. ”  Peeta said with a frown on his lips. Though Haymitch’s name being called sealed his fate. There truly was no way Peeta was not going into that arena with Katniss. 

He wished he would have never been inside the training center again. But it was better for him to be here than Haymitch.  “ They don’t own me as much as they’d like. ” He shouldn’t say this out loud. But he was fairly certain he was going to die this time, so there was no way for them to hurt him now.

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She'd meant why the president had picked the Victors for this Games, but Marya figured there was little point in saying so now. It seemed to her there were two kinds of Victors reaped: the furious -- like Johanna Mason, and, as was becoming increasingly obvious to her, Peeta, and the resigned, like her.

(Though maybe they were all angry. Maybe some of them were more used to swallowing it.)

(Maybe she'd been used to swallowing anger before she even stepped foot in the arena.)

Peeta spoke again and it was all Marya could do to keep herself from looking around wildly to see who had overheard. Still, her back stiffened. "Don't say that," she said, her voice low and urgent, and then she sighed again. She still kept her voice quiet. "They... they own us all. Don't you have anyone back in District 12 you care about?" She vaguely remembered the coverage of Katniss and Peeta's victory tour. She was pretty sure he still had parents, and brothers. She missed her own brother so much it ached. And her father...

And, of course, there was Katniss herself. Peeta may say he had no weakness, but, of course, they all did. Marya knew that. She'd learned that when she first won.

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MARYA | ship roulette verse, for Pierre @skyjci

The betrothal had been sealed a month ago, but the wedding was not to be for another week. Princess Marya had went about life in the house on Vzdvizhenka Street much as she had been, or tried to. There was a luminous quality about her eyes and face that showed plainly her happiness. She had felt as if she ought to be embarassed about it, and had spoken very little to those who came to call.

When Pierre came to the house, to finalize things with Prince Andrei -- who was still recovering -- about the wedding or simply to speak with her or Princess Sofiya, Princess Marya could not affect the reserve she did with others. It was one of the days where Pierre had spoken long with Prince Andrei, and came across the two princesses in the drawing room.

Princess Marya looked up into his face when he entered the room. Greetings were exchanged between the three of them, but yet the princess' eyes did not leave his face. She hoped he would sit with her. "Is all well with André?" she asked instead. "If there is anything... anything that needs done..."

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personnages​ / Marya:

Princess Marya removed her hand from his, but still she looked at him tenderly and gravely. In Pierre she had always found a friend and almost a brother. She felt compelled to offer him what advice she could. “Ah, my friend,” Princess Marya started, then grew silent, trying to think of how to say what was in her heart out loud.

“My friend,” the princess said again, “you must continue to have faith, for religion alone can explain why dreadful things happen to us – God, in His love, and wishes to test you, and you must know that nothing happens without His will and therefore everything that happens to us must be for our own good.” Princess Marya smiled gently, though it was suffused with a deep sadness of one who has long since resigned herself to pain. “Life, I have realized, is to suffer and to love, as He did.” She flushed then, realizing that she had been speaking at length. “Dear Count, forgive me… please know that you may always tell me what has been bothering you, for you are a dear friend.”

Pierre listened to his friend with a tilt of his head. Drinking in the words like he had often consumed his wine. But the feeling that came from this did not leave him feeling empty. It did not leave him feeling as if he was walking through his life asleep and blind. It felt enlightening. 

While the smile on his face was faint, he took great joy in it. For she had made him smile and sparked something in him that the Count had felt that he so desperately needed. 

“ Oh, my dear Princess, there is nothing to forgive. I quite enjoy our talks. Although they are very few, and often silent. I always feel like I leave them having grown. ” Pierre paused.  “ I think it is rare when people actually listen to the words we say. Even rarer when someone is passionate enough to give a response that was desperately needed. Life is to suffer and to love. And everything that happens to us is for our own good. I might not be a changed man now, but perhaps I just need time to fully process how He wishes to test me. Time and faith is what I need. ”

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Princess Marya felt a bloom of pride at Pierre's words. To speak with someone who understood her! She felt this way when writing her letters to Julie Karagina, but in Julie's replies she only sometimes felt herself understood as she did now.

She felt a rush of affection for Pierre. She had known him since they were children, and she was glad for his friendship with Andrei, but now Princess Marya felt their own friendship had deepened.

"Yes, my friend..." Princess Marya said. "We must remember that our trials on this earth will only prepare us for what is to come." Princess Marya paused. She wished Pierre would confide in her. "My friend, what is wrong?"

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(also, because I know it's been a while, here are all the drafts I have saved.

also, let me know if you'd like me to drop any of these - I will not be offended! alternatively, let me know if you're okay with me dropping any of these. )

from Susan for Julius @starsallalight

from Natasha for Marya @amantesmultorum

ask from Qi Rou to Jieli @roscvcins

from Ji Heng to Shangque @dcstinyscdgc

from Javert to Andrei @reverdies

from Lucy to Helene @starsallalight

group thread with Darien, Lucy, Helene, and Peter @starsallalight

from Darien to Peter @starsallalight

asks from Cyneric and Alv to Zelda @swevene

from Lucy to Helene @starsallalight

from Darien to Helene @starsallalight

from Josephine to Raoul @encntada

from Ye Bingchang to Shangque @roscvcins

from Pierre to Marya @amantesmultorum

from Christine to Raoul @amantesmultorum

from Peeta to Marya @amantesmultorum

from Pierre to Marya @amantesmultorum

from Christine to Raoul @amantesmultorum

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(Great Comet was beautiful and perfect and I cried a bunch so like for a starter from one of my W&P muses - Andrei, Marya, Lise, Kirill, and Olga. Please let me know which one you would like and if you are a multimuse, please let me know which muse of yours you would like the starter for.)

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I'm seeing Comet tomorrow, so what if I... came back?? Would there be any interest in any of my w&p characters?

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With a sigh, Lucy nodded, letting her shoulders drop. She knew Helene was right. For whatever reason, she'd survived. She'd fought like hell for ten years to get answers and get herself out of the hell their country had become. Maybe it was only natural that parts of her would turn to steel while others were fragile as the china dolls she and her sister had once owned.

She'd gotten better at controlling herself, Lucy thought, when the flashbacks or the nightmares happened. There was still a to go, but progress had surely been made. After all she didn't wake up screaming as often as she had when they first brought her to Beruna House. But it was always clear in her eyes the next morning that she'd had sleepless hours, if not a sleepless night. And, if one listened at her door long enough, they could hear the muffled sounds of her sobbing and screaming into her pillows.

"It's just... He was supposed to be there that night. Did he ever tell you that? They wanted him there. They wanted to get rid of us all, at once. And he was supposed to be coming home because Susan caught the Influenza and was getting worse. They thought she might not make it. I think that was part of their reasoning. But his boat was late. And somehow, someone somewhere got word of their plan and managed to get a wire to my uncle in Archenland to warn them of what was coming. To tell him to keep Peter away. I think they knew that he wasn't going to arrive, and that my uncle knew of their plans. They couldn't risk Archenland coming to our rescue. So they did it anyway, without him. Even knowing that Susan could have been dying anyway."

Glancing up despondently at her sister-in-law, Lucy prayed that Helene understood. It was a mere twist of fate that kept Peter safe. A chance storm at sea that delayed his arrival in, and departure from, Archenland. Or perhaps a broken boiler that needed to be repaired before the ship could disembark from England. Any number of things that could have been avoided, yet if they had been would have cost him his life, Narnia its king, and Helene her family.

"I don't want him to know the full extent of what he barely missed. Because it would just make everything harder for him. To know what fate was waiting for him..." Sniffling and wiping at her eyes, Lucy shook her head vehemently. "All my life, all the life we had together anyway, he's done everything in his power to protect me. To shield me. And this is the only way that I can protect him in return... But at the same time, I can't keep it in either. Or else it'll destroy me. How is that fair? The only person left who could possibly understand, I can't tell."

Peter wasn't the only one with duties to family and country, after all. How could she, knowing and understanding all that she now did, turn away from hers like she once had as a girl? She was a woman now. And she had to step up, no matter how hard it was for her. She had to be a rock for her brother, and an example to her nieces.

Clutching Helene's hand for support, the princess hesitated. Would it be fair to burden her brother's wife with things that she was too afraid to tell him? She didn't think so. But maybe it would give Helene a little more insight into just exactly what kind of tragedy they were all dealing with.

"You don't have to listen if you don't want to. I know better than anyone how horrific and traumatic a story it is. And I've no wish to drag you down with Peter and I..."

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"I didn't know that." Helene had grown very still, and she recognized that as if she were outside of herself, looking at herself from some dispassionate, unbodied place. In that same, distant manner, she noticed her heart was racing. If but for a fluke, some freak of the wind or the barest of warnings, she would never have known her husband except for as a passing obituary in the Times of strange, massacred royalty.

And it clicked for her so suddenly, so neatly into place that she couldn't believe she'd missed it before: Peter did know how close he had come. Even though Lucy was trying to protect him -- these Pevensies, had that protective streak been bred into them or made? -- he had known all along. The horror of this near-miss had been weighing on his shoulders as guilt ever since she had known him, and as was his way, he had been bearing it alone for ten years.

She was reminded of a bit of verse that had been duly recited in the schoolroom when she'd been a girl, that Kipling poem that every student learnt, whether they liked it or not. You can force your heart and nerve and sinew / To serve your turn long after they are gone, / And so hold on when there is nothing in you / ⁠Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' Was it somehow taught in Narnia, and was it taken with the gravity of an oath?

Outside the walls of Beruna House, Helene could hear the bell of St. George's in Hanover Square ringing the hour, and as if in response, the twinkly-sounding bell of the small Narnian chapel in one of the rooms downstairs, ringing the midafternoon prayer. The sound brought her back to herself.

Lucy was clinging to her hand, and Helene gave it a quick squeeze, summoning up what she could of a smile -- it was a turning of the corners of her mouth, but it would have to do. "As an Englishwoman born, far be it from me to tell you you should share your feelings," she murmured, trying to lift their spirits in what little way she could. "But you are right -- it's too much to bear alone. If you feel like you can't tell Peter, I understand." She wanted to say, but I think he would understand, and don't you remember you two have each other? but was it really her place to say so? She was a Pevensie and a Narnian by marriage only, a woman who'd never even set foot in the country -- could she ever really understand what they had been through?

She shifted slightly to pull a handkerchief out of a hidden pocket in her dress, wiping Lucy's face (it was instinct, being a mother of two young girls) before handing it to her. "I know you weren't there at the wedding, but I did promise to share good and ill with Peter. So there's no need to speak about 'dragging down' and whatnot," Helene said firmly. "We're family now, Lucy. If you need to tell someone and can't tell Peter, tell me." Mentally, she steeled herself for the horrors she knew were to come -- Lucy needed someone, and Helene was determined she would be there for her.

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WAR & PEACE (2016) 1.03 | dir. Tom Harper

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tloz: twilight princess (manga) starters

❝ i was shattered. i lost everything. ❞ ❝ i warned you not to take me lightly. ❞ ❝ we’re partners, aren’t we? ❞ ❝ ever since we’ve met, you’ve been disobedient and rude. ❞ ❝ take suffering as your companion, and unease and fear as friends. if you do, darkness will become light. ❞ ❝ it’s a cold world out there. you’ve gotta learn to trust folks. ❞ ❝ as you stand before me now, you’re all desperation and bravado. that is not true bravery. ❞ ❝ you can’t change your past and you can’t change who you were. you can only decide who you’re going to be. ❞ ❝ resentment is a trap of the heart into which everyone falls. ❞ ❝ you don’t look well. are you ill? ❞ ❝ you were born into life with a destiny. you cannot run away from that. ❞ ❝ you carry a smouldering darkness inside you. ❞ ❝ it’s considered impolite not to give your all in a fight. ❞ ❝ at dusk and dawn…it’s easy for all sorts of things to sneak by. ❞ ❝ since that day, so much has changed for me. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. it’s been hard, huh? ❞ ❝ a true hero must shoulder a heavy responsibility. ❞ ❝ stay calm. move cautiously and remain vigilant. ❞ ❝ one more time. try telling the truth. ❞ ❝ why keep fighting until you’re just a broken wreck? ❞ ❝ if we start a fight, we must be ready to hit back. ❞ ❝ in the end, it’s easier just to be selfish. ❞ ❝ i was lost without you. i was lonely. ❞ ❝ why do i so often taste this sense of loss? ❞ ❝ i think both our journeys are pointing to the same place. ❞ ❝ power does not inhabit a blade without bravery. ❞ ❝ did you hear something? like the cry of a beast… ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? if you’re too weak, then just leave. ❞ ❝ what is strength? is it displays of power mocking the weak? destroying beauty simply to satisfy your greed? ❞ ❝ you get too worked up over things. ❞ ❝ easy for you to say. i’m the one getting beat up. ❞ ❝ i don’t need thanks. i didn’t do it for you. ❞ ❝ depending on your attitude…i might be able to help. ❞ ❝ if you don’t do as i say, i’ll take your arm off. ❞ ❝ as leader, i will not choose the path of pain and death for my people. i must protect them. ❞ ❝ strength isn’t about power…it’s about being brave. ❞ ❝ you have good eyes. the eyes of a proud beast. ❞ ❝ if the need arises, i will not hesitate to pick up a sword and fight. ❞ ❝ i guessed you had a secret past.   people can try to hide it, but nature shows through. ❞ ❝ i was lying when i said i’d never held a sword.❞ ❝ there’s no time for sentimentality. ❞ ❝ if someone comes in who knows about your past, i’ll protect you if they try to hurt you. ❞ ❝ is there something strange about me? ❞ ❝ be careful…there have been monsters around here lately. ❞ ❝ choose…surrender or die. ❞ ❝ when i feel uneasy or afraid i just think: ‘this is my mission’. ❞ ❝ don’t take me for nothing more than a fine doll good only for decoration. ❞ ❝ i’m nothing more than dirt. i’m not worth all that effort. ❞ ❝ why do you think we’re any safer here? ❞ ❝ don’t die on me now. ❞ ❝ ha! even you have a good idea sometimes. ❞ ❝ i fought through all kinds of monsters to get here…and i survived. ❞ ❝ i’ve spent so long looking for you! i’m so glad you’re safe. ❞ ❝ people are always hovering over me…and it’s so suffocating! ❞ ❝ some detours lead to unexpected good luck. ❞ ❝ you say whatever you think…i’ve never done that. ❞ ❝ there is no greater joy than helping a friend. ❞ ❝ what do you mean ‘never mind’? ❞ ❝ these days such peaceful travels are rare indeed. ❞ ❝ wildly rushing into danger isn’t courage. ❞ ❝ didn’t you say there’s something you need to do, no matter what it takes? ❞ ❝ i sense unprecedented danger approaching. ❞ ❝ how do you feel now, looking back upon yourself at that time? ❞ ❝ as usual, you’re a wimp. ❞ ❝ resentment is dangerous. it comes in through the slightest crack in your heart. ❞ ❝ i’d go to the ends of the earth for you. ❞ ❝ it really hasn’t been that long, but you’ve grown into a fine man. ❞ ❝ now is the time for us to take back all that was stolen. ❞ ❝ one thing’s certain — those aren’t human. ❞ ❝ what do you fight to protect? answer. ❞ ❝ i wish you wouldn’t do such dangerous things. ❞ ❝ if you got hurt due to my mistakes…i don’t think i could live with that. ❞ ❝ why would you do all that…when we’ve only just met? ❞ ❝ it’s a pretty name. perfect for you. ❞ ❝ once your wounds heal, you’ll need to leave right away. ❞ ❝ the hero on his knees! quite a sight. ❞ ❝ how does it feel to be so strong? quite a rush, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ you’re all puffed up on your own arrogance…drunk on your own pride. ❞ ❝ i once wondered how good you are…now i see you’re really skilled. ❞ ❝ i’m not physically strong like you…but my wits, brains and analysis can be helpful. ❞ ❝ don’t say you can’t accept that this is the end. ❞ ❝ you just want to satisfy your own ambition and lust for power. ❞ ❝ it’ll be all right because we’re together. ❞ ❝ why would you leave me at a time like this? ❞ ❝ for the first time i feel like i’m overflowing with incredible power. ❞ ❝ there’s no time for doubt. you are the chosen one. ❞ ❝ your problem is that you demand absolute perfection. ❞ ❝ there is no easy path. but you can definitely overcome it. ❞ ❝ i’m so very sorry. i broke my promise. i hurt you. ❞ ❝ that’s the spirit. hate me more. only then will this fight be worthwhile. ❞ ❝ i thought you were dead. ❞ ❝ well…? say something. or has my beauty left you speechless? ❞ ❝ i never forgot you. not for one moment. ❞ ❝ sorry for killing the mood. ❞ ❝ light and shadow are two sides of the same coin. one cannot exist without the other. ❞ ❝ if you desire something…then that is my desire too. ❞ ❝ who says i’m afraid of you? ❞ ❝ your weapon is little better than a toy. ❞ ❝ all that awaits you is despair. ❞ ❝ i’ve done the unforgivable. i betrayed you. ❞ ❝ i’m here to repay you for what you’ve done. ❞ ❝ since i’ve met you, we’ve travelled a long way…and a lot has happened. ❞ ❝ are you on a journey of self-discovery? ❞ ❝ that was a great strike. if i was a hair slower, you’d have gutted me. ❞ ❝ when i was young, i wanted to be a hero. ❞ ❝ your struggle is futile. ❞ ❝ as you can see, i know how to fight. ❞ ❝ my hatred toward you will not be satisfied by merely killing you once or twice. ❞ ❝ you’ve been through a lot. ❞ ❝ whose side are you on? light or shadow? ❞ ❝ if you run then we’re done for! fight to survive! ❞ ❝ i’m not strong enough. not good enough. ❞ ❝ i must crush your bones, rip out your organs and relish your lingering cries of pain. ❞ ❝ that was close, huh? ❞ ❝ rest now. you don’t have to fight any more. ❞ ❝ i bear this sword so i can protect my home in times like this. ❞

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@roscvcins

At her reassurance, he subsides, but only halfway. A wrinkle still furrows his brow. Shangque still watches the doorway his lord disappeared through, but at least now he feels he can take his eyes off it. He listens out. If his lord does not always follow laws -- well, often, neither do others when they encounter him. Still. He has been ordered to stay behind, so he will. He can wait. (He can wait.)

"Then what would happen?" he asks. Even if there is no harm, there must still be -- a punishment, perhaps. That is the way humans structure their laws, after all. (Immortals too, more often than not, but Shangque thinks of his yuezhu, and smiles to himself when he knows he cannot say they all do.)

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【 … 】 but no matter what you choose, you will 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 be 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 to me. 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝚈 ⸻ I will always, always 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 to you.

R O S C V C I N S, an independent,  selective,  low  activity  multimuse  featuring  canon  and  original  muses  from  mdzs,  tgcf,  ghg, kod, three  lives  three  worlds,  goblin,  scarlet heart ryeo,  and  more .   loved  by ro  (   24,   asian,    she/her   ),  established  may  2024.

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(hello, the wedding is over, and I am back. I'd really love to get writing with you all, so like for a starter. please specify what character of mine you'd like, and if you're a multi, the character(s) you'd like it for. if you have something specific in mind, plotting would be wonderful, either on tumblr ims or on discord. I've missed you all <3)