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@prodituum
ooc. my inactive ass comes back for a quick sec to tell the last remaining people who still follow me that I’VE BEEN HACKED. whatever shit i posted these last months, or whatever i sent you, IT WASN’T ME. i’m honeslty sorry tho!
r u even there anymore lol
ooc. the muse comes and goes tbh. there are days when i have a lot of muse to write dee, but mostly she’s gone. i’ve had her for three years, and lately pretty much all of my mains have disappeared and not returned – and the will to start from scratch is very low right now. maybe i’ll make a proper comeback at some point, who knows. but for now, i’m not really around anymore. sorry xx
;; i have not been here for like 500 years omfg. i will now go through my drafts, inbox and following list and sort stuff out. & to get back into the spirit, you can consider this a starter call !!
your chest is burning. it’s on F I R E. you can’t get away. you realise this now, but it took you some time to understand that most days you will feel the urge ( the need ) to claw yourself out of your own body and create yourself anew. you are flesh & bone but it is working against you, and you’ll learn to live with that s h o r t n e ss of breath, that rapid fire beating against your ribs, those TEARS which come so readily. you don’t want to think about what the others think. you cannot bear any form of guilt, that you choke on in constantly, a lump in your throat the shape of a fist. you can scratch yourself raw but you’ll be no nearer to completion.
❛ ━━━ ❪ LOVE OF MY LIFE. ❫
it almost feels like their lives are normal again , for a split second . like they’re regular twenty-somethings , with plans and lives to live . like they’re going to live . like there’s not a war raging around them , ripping them apart , taking their friends away , taking their families . like today , they woke up and everything was fresh and new and different and better . IT’S A PRETTY LIE , designed to hide the truth , the fact that the world is falling apart , but she’ll take it for now . tired eyes stare at her girlfriend , and she grins . ‘ i reckon we can convince him , if we try hard enough . a tough egg t’ crack , sure , but he likes ‘is cauldron cakes as much as the rest of us . and i reckon we’re ‘is favourites . ’
❛ Ya’re not m’ favourites, y’all are jus’ a bunch of kiddos I happen t’ have t’ take care of. ❜ Pullling a face, the young witch imitated a certain tone of voice both of them just knew too well. Hands were put on her hips, eyes were pretending to look grim, & lips did not even do as much as tremble. Pretending to be someone else, it was something Dominique was used to -- in fact, she had pretended to be someone entirely different half her life; yet today, it could not be compared. Today, it was all JOY and fun & it only took another instant until pale lips parted. A giggle escaped them, soon evolving into a cheerful laughter. An arm reached out and put over her shoulder, pulling her girlfriend closer to her. The smile was still apparent on her face as she pressed a KISS on blond locks. ❛ Nah, you’re right. If anyone can persuade him, it’s us. Let’s go and find him ------ ❜
❝ Can you hear the screams when darkness is velvet ? Can you hear the wheel turning && the song of thescavengers ? But it is poetry, you know — poetry comes from the guts && is spat out in a cry. ❞
❛ ━━━ ❪ BELLA. ❫
❝ Fascinating choice of words, ❞ Bella told her, laughter spilling from her lips afterward. ❝ A bobby-dazzler, huh? ❞
Bella inspected herself in the mirror, pushing and escaping curl back into the heap of curls piled atop her head, and then she met the other’s gaze in the reflective surface. ❝ Why haven’t you put yours on, yet? Come now, we don’t have all evening to get ready. ❞
Eyes were rolled at the comment, yet the blonde turned around to face the inside of her wardrobe. Long fingers were stroking over soft fabric, last longer on some, completely ignored others. Lips opened during the process, amused mockery spilling from them. ❛ Don’t tell me you want to arrive on time, Bella. Or better, too early !! I guess I’d kindly have to ask you to stop being my friend, if that were the case. ❜
❛ ━━━ ❪ THE TRUE KING. ❫
He resisted the urge to ROLL HIS EYES and instead, resumed piling her things into her trunk, “ I’m being sent on a diplomatic mission to the IRON ISLANDS by my mother —– ” Daenerys was seemingly set on ruining his month, one MISSION at a time. “ They are making demands for military support, they want us to lend them labourers to REBUILD what was lost during the war, along with transporting building materials. Completely unfounded, obviously, but I’m the one who has to tell them that. ”
❛ The Iron Islands --------- ❜ The name rolled over her tongue, leaving her with a taste of foreignness. Having lived in The North for all her young life, the islands had always seemed rather far away. And now, he was throwing her belongings into a chest, planning on taking her there. Why, her ADVENTUROUS streak was quite certainly intrigued. ❛ I am not entirely opposed to leaving this tower ----- yet your plan is not without flaws. Rhaego, I do not think you did digest this. Remember, I am from The North. The Greyjoy’s do not like us, and after the events of the war, I do not like them either. ❜
;; i have not been here for like 500 years omfg. i will now go through my drafts, inbox and following list and sort stuff out. & to get back into the spirit, you can consider this a starter call !!
babyhearted :
illestprincess :
this picture made me get up and exfoliate omg how is she so perfect
Holy fuck
yes, today is the day i get to do this! a few days ago i hit 400 followers, which, considering i thought i’d not even get 50, much less this many mutuals who i adore ic and ooc, is a lot, to me. on top of that, a week or so back, i reached 100 followers on my sideblog, which, considering she is mostly an OC, is amazing! lastly, a few days back was the 5-month anniversary of this blog, which, to me, is quite a while.
so because of all of that, i decided to do a little giveaway. it’s going to be pretty simple, you need to reblog this post in order to join in, and you HAVE TO BE FOLLOWING ME. x amount of reblogs will only count as one, so reblogging it multiple times doesn’t really change the amount of times you’ve entered. this giveaway will start from the moment this post is up (25th of february) until the 11th or 12th of march! i will use a number generator to pick three winners!
Winner 1 will get a gifset of their muse(s) with a theme/psd/quote of their choosing, which i will message you about!
Winner 2 will get a custom background for their blog! examples of backgrounds i’ve made: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
Winner 3 will get either a custom promo or a small (6 to 9 images) moodboard.
good luck!
lastly, an honorary mention to all the people who have made the experience so much fun! i’m not going to mention all the blogs of these people because oh my god i’d be going on for days, but! thank you all for being here and hearing me whine about bella, heidi and sin, etc etc!
@accidentprcne, @vaarulv, @ofanimagi, @brightotter, @wildmoored, @prodituum, @kinglyforestfairy, @viiduus, @venenatxs, @moonthropic, @needlcd, @miistergraves, @killedbyvoldemort, @mischievoussnuffles, @prcdigiums, @bloodtraitorisms, @ofvaliancy, @motherdcarest, @discppcintmcnt, @aegisframed, @prcphvcies, @grindxlwald, @forgavethem, @braverytaught, @t0mriddle-jr!
❝ Sometimes I can’t help but wonder how you are able to take yourself seriously, Do, ❞ Bella muttered, amusement crossing her features as she, despite her words, twirled around anyway, showing off her new dress like a schoolgirl going to prom for the first time. ❝ How many eyes do you bet this dress will catch? ❞
Lips twisted upwards, giving her face a sort of AMUSED expression. There’s was a certain trait, a part of Bella which made their life together rather interesting. One could simply never be sure about her moods, and quite frankly, that’s one of the reasons why Dominique could fare with her pretty well. ❛ ------ next to my own pair ?? Ah dear, you’ll be the bobby-dazzler of the night. ❜
@caediteos || cont.
❛ ━━━ ❪ THE TRUE KING. ❫
@prodituum called for the prince
“ DEE, have you any plans for the rest of the week? ” He knew ( almost for certain ) that she did not, a particular perk that close confinement afforded him, which was why he was already throwing her things into the trunk at the foot of her bed she used for travelling. “ Get out here, I need to borrow your charming personality and people skills. ”
Hands, which were previously working on hiding her blond locks underneath a scarf ( a lot easier than braiding it into those southern knots all the damn time ) were lowered upon his arrival, & red lips were twisting into a smirk. ❛ People skills, hu ?? Does that refer to my ability to openly LIE at their face without as much as batting an eye? Because if so, you need to tell me what my prince is expecting from me today. Not that I mind leaving for a while ----- ❜
dailywomen :
I would like to continue acting. But also - if this is a dream world where everything could become true - I’d want to be a ballerina.
❛ ━━━ ❪ REMUS. ❫
LIFE FILLED HIM ANEW at her words: it doesn’t matter now, does it? And he couldn’t stop from speaking up at that. ❛ Of course it still matters. ❜ His voice came out strained, unbidden emotion leaking into it before he turned away from her and towards the bar and ordering another drink. However, this time when it came, the moment it was set in front of him, he picked it up and drank it in one go.
Sighing, he turned to Dee once more. ❛ Your relationship isn’t lessened just because she’s gone. It doesn’t matter any less. ❜ For some reason, it meant a great deal to him that she understand that point. That she not lose faith and hope due to the loss of a loved one. Advice he seemed unable to follow himself. ❛ Hang on to those things. The sound of her voice, the sound of her laughter— ❜
He drowned his drink, and Dee closed her eyes. If there had ever been one person in her life who they’d had to persuade to drink more often than not ( & don’t get her wrong, she admired it. him not doing drugs, not even drinking alcohol very often, it was something she’d always secretly looked up to ) it had been Remus; now he was drinking it in one go and she couldn’t help but blame himself. Hadn’t he hesitated before, when she’d come in and drunk it in his place ?? Apparently she had worsened his mood even more now, pulled him down into her DARKNESS. & she hated herself for it. His words though, they forced her to open her eyes again. A deep breath was taken, to get her shaking hands under control again. Dee didn’t often talk about her feelings, about her PAIN; she tended to hide it all inside. ❛ It’s not like I wouldn’t hear it every damn time I’m somewhere quiet. I see her face whenever I close my eyes, Remus. She’s always there. And -- And don’t get me wrong, I WANT to remember her. But the constant reminder of her, everywhere, from everyone --- It’s HARD. Her clothes are still in my wardrobe, I’m still grabbing her favorite stuff when I’m in the grocery store because I forget she died for just one second, and the next you can find me crying in front of come stupid chocolate. I still expect her to lay next to me when I wake up and turn around. I KNOW it’s not lessened, but honestly, she’s GONE and I wasn’t there. So believe me when I say that it doesn’t matter, that nothing matters, and that it’d be easier if I’d just FORGET. ❜
shippxi:
There’s BLOOD on these hands And no matter how much I scrub It will never go away
