𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐍

𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

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 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐌 — a mutals-only, selective, low-activity multimuse featuring muses from asoiaf / hotd, dragon age, the elder scrolls, and more.               

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heavily affiliated with @winterreigned , @theyoungwclf / @armoredone , @stovmborn , @rcgued​ , @imaginarianisms​

 can also find me:  @scndor​​ @cregcn @lordvile

[prophecyprompts]

#HONEYMOON: assortment of lyrics (changed to be more dialogue-like) from lana del rey's album honeymoon. please note that some songs were easier to get lines from than others, so i apologize in advance!

HONEYMOON.

we both know that it's not fashionable to love me.

say you want me too.

truly there's nobody for you but me.

our honeymoon...

we make the rules.

we both know the history of violence that surrounds you.

i'm not scared.

there's nothing to lose now that i've found you.

there are violets in your eyes.

fire surrounds you.

there are roses in-between my thighs.

everything you do is elusive.

you're dreaming away your life.

MUSIC TO WATCH BOYS TO.

i do what you want.

i like you a lot.

i see you're going.

i was sent to destroy.

it never felt that right to me.

i love to love you.

lies can buy eternity.

i live to love you.

nothing gold can stay — like love or lemonade.

it's all a game to me anyway.

TERRENCE LOVES YOU.

you are what you are.

i lost myself when i lost you.

i don't matter to anyone.

i won't change you for anything.

i'll never dare change you to what you are not.

i'll let you be bad.

can you hear me?

GOD KNOWS I TRIED.

let there be light.

god knows i tried.

i've got nothing much to live for ever since i found my fame.

god knows i begged, borrowed, & cried.

light up my life.

i feel free when i see no one & nobody knows my name.

god knows i lost.

HIGH BY THE BEACH.

i know you know how i feel.

loving you is hard, being here is harder.

it's so surreal.

i don't want to do this anymore.

i can't survive if this is all that's real.

all i wanna do is get high by the beach.

the truth is: i never bought into your bullshit.

i know you don't understand.

now you're just another one of my problems.

we won't survive.

i'll do it on my own.

i don't need your money to get me what i want.

everyone can start again — not through love, but through revenge.

through the fire, we're born again.

peace by vengeance brings the end.

FREAK.

that's the way i feel for you.

if time stood still, i'd take this moment & make it last forever.

your halo's full of fire.

i'm rising up.

if you wanna leave, come to california.

be a freak like me too.

screw your anonymity.

loving me is all you need.

we could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it...

life makes sense when i'm with you.

you're cold as ice.

you're so amazing in every way.

i don't wanna fight.

if you stay, i'll stay.

ART DECO.

you're not mean.

you're just born to be seen.

you just can't win.

you're looking to score.

you want more.

got things that have yet to be seen.

a little party never hurt no one.

we were born to be free.

RELIGION.

everything is fine now.

for you, there's only love.

let sleeping dogs lay.

leave it all behind.

let the ocean wash away.

everything's bright now.

i need your love.

when i'm down on my knees, you're how i pray.

you're my religion.

i can't envision that for a minute.

no need to survive now.

SALVATORE.

everything looks better from above.

ciao, amore.

i adore you.

all the lights are sparkling for you, it seems.

i've been waiting for you all this time.

can't you see you're meant for me?

i've been cold without you.

catch me if you can.

salvatore can wait.

now it's time to eat soft ice cream.

THE BLACKEST DAY.

carry me home.

i have heavy heartstrings.

i don't really wanna break up.

it's not easy for me to talk about.

it's hard to express; i can't explain.

it's been the blackest day.

don't wanna talk about the things to come.

all i hear is billie holiday. it's all i play.

i'm looking for love in all the wrong places.

there's nothing for us to talk about.

now that he's gone, i can't feel nothing.

you should've known better.

i got you where i want you.

it's not one of those phases i’m going through.

i'm on my own again.

24.

there's only twenty-four hours in a day, & half as many ways for you to lie to me.

my little love.

be careful of the company you keep.

there's only 24 hours & that's not enough to lie like you lie or love like you love.

my lying love.

be careful of the ones you choose to leave.

you're hard to touch.

give me your heat.

you're hard to reach.

give me your diamonds.

you count to three while they're all dying.

SWAN SONG.

i will never sing again.

it'll be our swan song.

you won't work another day.

put your white tennis shoes on & follow me.

nothing could stop the two of us.

i'm gonna follow you.

why work so hard when you could just be free?

my sweet.

you've been gone so long, you missed everything.

let's just get lost.

dive in, dive deep.

do you like where you've been? where you're going to?

say goodnight to the life in the world we live.

DON'T LET ME BE MISUNDERSTOOD.

you understand me now.

don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?

if i seem edgy, i want you to know: i never mean to take it out on you.

i'm just a soul whose intentions are good.

you know sometimes, i'm just so carefree.

it seems that all i have is worry.

please, don't let me be misunderstood.

life has its problems.

'cause i love you.

i'm just human — don't you know i have faults like anyone?

sometimes i find myself alone regretting some little foolish thing, some simple thing that i've done.

i try so hard.

[prodigum]

anyway can we ignore the fact i've not been here or anywhere bc i've been dealt some shit this year but i wanna write and should've maybe posted my out-of-the-blue hiatus but oh well. aren't enough hours in the day and i'm tryingggg.

[prodigum]

macy!!! i know you've been going through a tough time right now & i just wanted to say i am so, so sorry. you deserve everything good & pure that the universe has to offer. please always know that i'm sending good energy out to you & your family, always. but besides that: you are SO talented. the way you write is like seeing a piece of art & letting the brushstrokes speak for themselves. like poetry pieces falling into place.

you're also one of the sweetest & most patient people i have ever met; you truly are one of my favorite people on this site (& in real life, of course) & i am forever grateful to have you in my life. thank you for being such a good friend to me for all these years. you're lovely, okay? you always brighten up my mood, & i love writing with you. plotting, too! we've created so many wonderful worlds together. this may sound odd but whenever i think of remilia (& the many urls she's had), i think of your url too. like a set! i hope that's okay to say.

anyways, sending love to you. x

LIS !!!!!!!!

crying rn actually. this is the sweetest message ever fr. this year has been a hard one for me and yet you've been there for me and made it easier to bear! i'm so lucky to have you as a friend. so, so lucky. i value our friendship so much you don't even know!!

whenever i think of my blogs, i think of yours as well! it's been, what? at least five years of writing together? and i feel like our blogs/muses are so intertwined and my blog & writing are all the better for it! your writing is like smelling flowers still in the earth and something old and something fresh at the same time. you've always been such an inspiration to me!

ily so much <3 thank you for this!!!

[maidmyth]

𝒪𝘗𝘌𝘕. ♡

" excuse me, " tone is soft, barely above murmur. cheeks blooming in rosy hues, lips lift towards sky & smile rivals sun. momentary confidence overtakes otherwise meek psyche as finger points towards other's lap. " is this seat taken? "

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐒 , the haze lifted. opening doors and screaming depths. gleaming , all the same , and such a terrible weight. 

his cheeks blooming all shy and washed out in the sun. all warm , rounded edges in the forefront of his mind.    ❝   no ,  ❞   james starts , uncertain in some small measure. not of her , never of her. always himself. the sore wanting of his own heart outweighs any doubts. any hesitation.   ❝   for you? never.   ❞   shakes his head. a promise , some greater admission. from the soul of himself and furling. vines , all thorned. snaring. gentle , all the same. gentle where it matters.

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@brainburrow : My  muse  catches  your  muse  staring  and  smirks,  tilting  their  head.  “See  something  you  like?” / kas & gale

𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 , the birth of some bright light. hope and all its side effects. violet when it sings to the night sky. the way the lilies bend toward the pond. free and willing and wanting. has until the mourning dove sings , and time feels slowed.

cheeks flush at being caught in the act , muted shades of fire amber.   ❝   it appears i’ve been caught.   ❞   a brief smile before his expression softens. some part shy and some part bright. looks his age , all wrinkled in the corners of his eyes. thinking about tomorrow and today as though they were both outstretched and thriving.   ❝   pardon my staring.   ❞   voice is firm with some grander meaning. something sitting in the back of his throat. eager. controlled. 

❝   it has only just occurred to me how wonderful you look in the moonlight.   ❞   earnest. eyes lit from their consumption of the very sight — reflecting and devouring. aching for closeness and yet reservation weighs him down. eyes drop — to hands , to waist. back to eyes. smile returns , half committed. half cautious. the morning some inevitability and the night filling his chest.

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[splinter-sister]

Hey fellas.

There's a blog named @/fucktrpc that's putting posts of dead animals in tags used for rpc. I'd recommend blocking that blog asap as they seem to be a troll blog looking to get some sick kicks.

Please feel free to reblog this to spread awareness.

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@mizpaholic : have you so little faith in me? / sindri & yuca

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 and looking at him with much less disdain. wildfire , still. and aching with it. straight from the chest. earnest and hoping , as if that were enough.

❝   yes ,   ❞   he starts with a nod. lips pursed. shoulders slack.   ❝   yes i do.   ❞   a shrug. ever dramatic and always prodding.   ❝   and that’s rich coming from me.   ❞   a smirk. like the back of his hand , he knows her will. burns as his does - all aimless and free. misguided , sometimes. target in mind and barreling forward in spite of that. spilling over. impatient.   ❝   you’re wreckless.  ❞   words of a brother and given to her with just as much parenting. as though he might be speaking to himself , some few or more years in the past.   ❝   so am i.   ❞   honest. endearing. two sides of the same blunt and burned out blade. cutting and cutting and endless , really. to lash out as a second nature. to fall short and not without consequence. 

❝   but you and i ,   ❞   yuca begins again , expression softer.   ❝   we don’t win these sort of fights.   ❞   all honest where it counts. he feels so many years beyond what he’s lived.   ❝   not the way we take them on.   ❞   solid. true. he’s as lost as she is. wouldn’t admit it. sorry for it. doesn’t change anything. believes in her as much as he believes in himself.

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@un1dentity : " i’ve seen a lot of things in my time, which i blame on me leaving my eyes open. things got a lot better once i decided to just close them. " / deacon & nick

𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 — all wandering and open. free 01110111 01100001 01101001 01110100 until the universe renders him obsolete. taking in what he can , rarely discarding. calculating in the most basic sense. he is who he is and he is who he has become.

nick valentine grins at the man. a degree of understanding and another left to assume , by nature of his counterpart , some humor left to translate.    ❝   you never pegged me as the type to throw in the towel.   ❞   and so begins the shell of a lecture. half learning and half prodding.   ❝   a comfortable life with eyes closed over the weight of the truth.   ❞   comfort not really an option to his own fate. always seeking and always curious.   ❝   no matter what that truth may be.   ❞   his tone light and pondering. 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110010 01101110 01101001 01101110 01100111. ❝   not sure that i have a choice frankly , but my eyes stay open.  ❞

[eyehunger]

 "IT IS WISE TO HEED THE WORDS OF THE EYE. THE EYE KNOWS. EYE KNOWS”

IND. SEL. PRIV HERMAEUS MORA OF THE ELDER SCROLLS BUILT ON ORIGINAL CONCEPTS MIXED WITH CANON. MULTIVERSE WRITTEN BY JACKALOPE

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@eyehunger gets a starter just bc

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 on its hinge , some refrain from the mess in his mind. some movement to force his eyes in some holy upward direction. roll backwards into his head. and back before him , though not cognizant. not in the moment , but some moment before. 

black ichor threatening the flow of his veins. all consuming.  in vain - a cup overflowing. summer’s rain. spontaneous and weighing down. ancient and looking for the lord in every crevice. holy when it breaches your own skeleton. pure when it’s the only saving grace. dark wound of the sky some hypnotizing spectacle. grounded. falling. cool devotion. murmurs of lilac and safe. shy like the hare but all in view. some god of the skeptical frown. corners of his lips turned downwards in a holy strike. all for naught and all for those with the gift to calculate it. some breaching upon his immaculate vision. horror stolen. clouded within. connection lost.

eyebrows furrow. spiritual belief something of his childhood. not a consideration. cognizant memory. energy that won’t fade. energy he can’t overcome. and why not let it in? earthly horrors given free passage and why not the concept of something greater? he is what he is. he is the knife that cuts. he is the hand that kills. and god the beast of divine meaning. and god something lost in between. like jonathan when half his soul turns to the light. something he doesn’t know. something god only knows. shade of the broom tree and trying to be human. call to the marrow of his bones. waiting for nothing but the rumbling in his head. draws him unsteady like a weak pull. hunter of man used as a weapon : called for its weak pull. written like something you know will grow. have you tilled the land , gardener of men? ❝   you’re playing with my head ,   ❞   he says to no one. he says to everything. slight jerk of his chin , uncomfortable.   ❝   you know me ,   ❞   left on the tip of red tongue and half truths.   ❝   and , like it or not ,   ❞  a pause to take in surroundings, written before him and old in some sense   ❝   i know you.   ❞

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@maidmyth : " a moment longer… please. "

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘. he could swallow it and all its holy light. corrupt it in the pit of what he is. who he is. still human. takes a look at the palms of his hands to double check. still human. despite his insides.

maybe someday. maybe somehow. they could flower. petaling bright and blinding. made anew. stripped down and forgiven. and james holding his breath at the edge of the field. having walked it all and still with a mouth full of doubts. in his best lifetime , he could not deserve her. in the best state of mind , it’s a sin to perceive her.    (   what matters is now   ,   the words ring in his mind. hopeful. longing.   )   tomorrow is a new day. tomorrow cannot purify. waits for him all the same. that sore and sorry pit of himself is warm and true when it calls to him — it does not matter. stay. he listens. listens , but does not learn.

❝   yeah ,   ❞   james replies , words coming out as a sigh. letting go far more than he has the right to.   ❝   i can spare a moment.   ❞   lips move to ghost her own. hesitant. longing. even now. always , they are both on the edge of something beautiful. he could relent. for the sake of something beautiful. if only he deserved it. if only. 

lips meet hers , soft and learning. aware of their surroundings and yet drowning in her all the while. honeyed waters. suffocating. an entire reason to live for. the moon when it smiles back. lovely. pushing out of the dirt with meaning. arms tighten around her , ever cognizant of their placement. one hand on her upper back and the other on the small of her back. grounding himself to her being. pressure enough to keep their bodies close. she is every one of his tomorrows : all wrought with the same sort of grief and all scorching like the sun. patience as a virtue and patience as the itch beneath his clothes.  ❝   a hundred moments , if that’s what you want.   ❞

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@imaginarianisms : "look at the sea!" / jaehera & aegon

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍. like everything he’s ever loved , come back to meet him all violent in light of the end. brief volumes of his life all catching up to him. all too soon. he should have been more. done more. regret sands down his throat. the words come easier. drenched in the weight of being so long unsaid , they come.

he holds his daughter in his arms , gentleness all learned from helaena and not his own father. not his own mother.   ❝   yes , my sunbeam ,   ❞   said so soft and assuring. the morning of his life. the beauty of it all. the parts of him he clings to still , all young and bright and manifested within her. to start again. to be something new. ❝   and it’s all yours.   ❞   presses a kiss to the side of her face , right next to ear. all bones of himself , and cheeks. and ivory , freckled arms. fingers more of helaena’s. eyes , too. he’s grateful for that. perhaps would see her way and not his. goodness he could never know. forsaken in his own life but glorified now. catching up to him in the end. and love that extends far beyond this place they hide. fate that feels foreign and fate that feels deserved. he must be a father , now , and gods only know he just wants to go home.   ❝   shore to sea and beyond. this is what i leave to you.   ❞

[prodigum]

@promiseofspring : "it will be a great adventure for you."

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 on the horizon , some soft end meeting another. growth of the earth like veins and sweet. one look to feel her as a garden. one look to think of his home. green and growing. fondness of tomorrow and kind. the best he could wish upon his people. 

❝   a great adventure , indeed.   ❞   a grin twisted as though his lips could taste the glory already. assured without overconfidence. soul of the elves , or something. duty rings through even him in his own state and stature. nature of things would find him at home. all hidden in the twisting branches and far too idle at his father’s side. and yet the soul of him persists. onward , and ever.  ❝   and what of you?   ❞   earnest question , asked with a grin. curious and self serving. thinking of tomorrow when it doesn’t exist only for himself.   ❝   does adventure call to you , too?   ❞

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@starvingtongue : i fear i am taken ill. / zephyr & cicero

❝   𝑶𝑯 !!   ❞   tone of understanding and yet drenched in uncertainty. fated only to serve , not to understand. and ever helpful , the pawn that he is. zephyr is a friend to cicero. cicero helps his friends.   ❝   cicero is no healer.   ❞   earnest words. trailing on those yet spoken. soft and foolish and lost. his own existence some ghosting in the present. flowering like nightshade and just as hard to swallow. intentions better , perhaps. maybe not. depends on the day.

❝   yes! a sweetroll! cure to all your ailments.   ❞   cicero pulls the treat out of his pocket. crumbled and unappetizing. sweet , still. surely. it’s what’s on the inside , yes? some half truth , cicero believes. and what is a lie if not spoken like the truth? all a performance — all an honest gimmick. ❝   works for cicero ,   ❞   he reasons with himself , staring off at the floor and moving his hands as though arguing some point to the very ground.

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@imaginarianisms : i am an appetite. nothing more. / ramsay & theon

𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃. everything in between. his voice calls out to him , throat of it all. ringing holy in his ears. every stretch of his skin over bone — he’s grateful really. all for the life of himself. unbreakable tether. meaning. pain. loss. everything leads back to ramsay. it all leads back to him.

the words make sense. ring true. hunger unending. took from him what he could. not enough. wanting more. left with the bones of himself and not even his own name — all deemed insufficient. the wet and sorry story of his own being , maybe. truth and fate. reek’s head jerks to the side , reaction. bitter and spreading. warm. warm is good? it’s winterfell — warm is good. ❝   what do you hunger for , m’lord?   ❞   voice shaky as ever. eyes on the threads of ramsay’s tunic. melting into the stitching. some comfort there. and some aching and alarming fire — to sate such hunger. loyal. desperate. drowning. reek doesn’t look into those eyes — knows what he would see there. the end. so far away. it’s so out of reach.