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[radicntcinema]

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[reynaceline]

dear jude,

i don't know if you'll ever find this letter. if somehow, you do, then a God does exist and He's looking after me all along. i'm sorry if suddenly i am distancing myself. i know you might have a lot of questions and i hope this letter answers some of them.

i have a lot of things i want to tell you. i'm not really used to keeping things from you. it kills me inside that i have to keep these two things to myself. the first thing... i've grown used to it by now. i never needed more from you because i was content with how things were. it was enough for me that i could be by your side. although, knowing you... i'm sure you already know. after all, nobody knows me the way you do, not even myself sometimes. but, i'll save that one for when i come home. to you. one day. hopefully, if you'll still have me.

the second thing... well, i have to apologize for that. i'm sorry things are the way they are now. i'm sorry if i hurt you. it's the last thing i wanted to do. there are many reasons why i agreed to the engagement and none of them are because i wanted to be with anthony. i need to make that clear. i don't see a future with him and i never will. i will also never share a room, or a bed, with him or anyone else. i'll beat up whichever guy wakes up next to me in the morning if he's not you. that vulnerability is only reserved for you. i mean that with every fiber in my being.

i agreed to it because i wanted to protect you the way you protect me and it was the only way i knew how.

lastly, i couldn't be selfish anymore. i've been selfish enough the last 2 years. i held on to you as tightly as i could because... well, i wanted to. i could've moved out or i could've gotten my own room but i didn't want to. i wanted to be with you. and somehow, you just let me. you didn't have to, but you did, and i never had to ask. thank you. i'd be lying if i said i wasn't happy because i was. you've made me the happiest by just letting me into your own space, and how i wish i could stay longer. i knew you'd do anything for me. but, i couldn't keep doing that anymore. i swore i would never be like our parents but i failed. i held you back. and for that, i'm sorry. i'm sorry if i was another cage in fancier fabrics.

i hope this time, you'll get to do things your way for a change. i truly wish you'll find happiness in life, jude. i don't know anyone who isn't more deserving of that than you. i hope you'll figure out what you really want to do. for yourself. not for me. not for your family. just for you. and i hope you do it. be brave and just go for it. i know it's ironic i am telling you to live your life freely while i gave up my freedom to do my parent's bidding, but i hope my life choices are a lesson to be learned, that way, my mistakes wouldn't have been for nothing.

i get married on march 7th. i don't know if you'll get an invite, but if you find this letter before then and you still don't hate me after everything, take this letter with you. i will be in my dressing room. and if you want me to, i will run away with you.

yours,

reyna𖹭

[memepocalypse]

Now They're Back

For muses that vanished. Sometimes physically, sometimes metaphorical.

"I... I missed you."

"Why were you gone for so long?"

"What... what happened to you?"

"Where do you go, when this happens?"

"It's like you vanished. I was alone..."

"I'm so glad you're back."

"You don't know how empty it was without you."

"I felt totally alone."

"I wish you wouldn't disappear like that."

"I get scared when you're not here, you know?"

"Oh. You're back."

"When did you get back here?"

"You have to tell me when you're leaving, you can't just go!"

"I don't want you to vanish on me again."

"You aren't meant to just leave."

"We're meant to work on things together. I know you're stressed..."

"If you leave again, it's over."

"You have to stop checking out."

"I hate seeing you disappear like that..."

"You need to get help for this. Leaving... it isn't normal."

"You shouldn't be wanting to vanish all the time."

"I wish you would tell me when you're drifting away."

"I have to make sure you're okay. I can't do that if you're not here."

"Let me in. I can help. Please?"

"You're in there. I know you are."

"Let me - let me keep you grounded."

"I have to take your hand, and you have to focus on it."

"Don't leave me again. Don't - don't go."

"Hey. I'm here. You need to stay here with me."

"... will you come back?"

[radicntcinema]

one day after. 

the ringing in his ears hadn’t stopped, not since the hovercraft had taken the final body that stood between him and victory—if he could call that victory. he hadn’t paid much attention to the Games over the years, even though they were all the televisions blasted wherever he looked, so he could not recall if anyone had ever won the games with a body count of one. he did not know what to make of it, what others would make of it. was he a victor deserving of this, or was he the victor just because of sheer luck?

he could not describe the arena even if he tried, but his dreams did their best to never let him forget. 

after he had been dragged back to the living quarters reserved for district 8, now much emptier with his partner tribute long dead and gone, he drifted off thanks to exhaustion, the luxurious mattress lending some solace despite what it took to earn this moment. 

loud noises, soft sounds, and everything in between. sonny remembered all sorts of noises from the arena, buzzing and rattling and hissing and crackling and ringing everywhere he turned. it was disorienting, to say the least. it haunted him in his sleep as he tossed and turned, shadows of figures surrounding him promising a bite, a sting, a pinch, a slash. 

but it wasn’t as easy as seeing a rattlesnake and expecting it to be venomous, no. the Capitol loved their muttations, and their experiments always resulted in something so bizarre and unnatural. a bee with a scorpion’s tail hiding under the forest floor, a boar with pincers that could hunt him down as fast as a lion. 

there was a sense of guilt in how he felt relieved because of the arena he got, the terrain and its inhabitants doing most of the work to eliminate many of the tributes. by the time he had run from the cornucopia, half of them had fallen to whatever mix of venom and poison that met them in the woods. 

the sound of the all-too-familiar boom jolted sonny awake, soaked in sweat and breathing heavily. he could still feel that thick air in the arena, as if his throat had closed down and he could not breathe, even now. perhaps he would never be able to breathe the same way again. 

perhaps, even after returning to district 8, he'd never feel at home again.

@noellerps

[issalt]

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muse a is a artist , using their work to cope with the pain of addiction . muse b is a devoted fan who becomes enamored with muse a’s music and personality . when they finally meet , the chemistry is undeniable, but muse a’s emotional turmoil threatens to consume them both . muse b confronts the reality that loving muse a might mean getting burned in the process .

[radicntcinema]

reviving this blog because i want hunger games aus and i cannot be stopped.

[magpiesmemes]

Please reblog if you're happy to include more than one muse in a single thread

Multimuses often have a plethora of characters, so this is for those who're happy to interact with more than one muse in the same thread!

[radicntcinema]

based on this prompt

maverick's daily routine has been the same ever since he could remember. or, at least ever since his title was made official: bodyguard. but if he thought about it, even his life before all the ceremony worked similarly: get up, get dressed, find jingyi, and spend the day wherever the prince was going. only, when they were younger, he was more of a confidant.

he went about it like clockwork, feet taking him to the prince's room using the same path he's always used every day. if he walked in his sleep, he could probably navigate his way to jingyi's room without difficulty--not that he would ever have any reason to go there late at night. but just in case.

a quick glance at the wall clock told him it was 6:59am when he reached the all too familiar room. he stood in the doorway for a few seconds before opening it as the clock chimed the hour, like he did every morning. "rise and shine," he greeted in his usual tone. "just making sure you survived the night."

@slimzalabim

[nexttogold]

Before Altheia could say anything, her jaw was already on the floor. “A castle made of gold, and a garden of roses?,” she blinked rapidly, staring at him in complete awe. “Are you talking like... literally, or is this figuratively?” She couldn't help but ask. Altheia hasn't lived for far too long, but nobody has caught her attention as well as him; it could be the way he carried himself, the way he talked, or maybe it was something different. He was different, mysterious-- or maybe just guarded, and yet he seemed honest.

“Either way, I would like to see your house-- castle,” she corrected herself, “and garden. I love flowers, and I have never seen a golden house in my entire life.” She beamed, unable to hide her excitement. She just hoped she wasn't creeping him out or something. Way to make an impression on the second person you've met on the island, Theia. Clearing her throat, she decided to overshare a bit in an attempt to water down her eagerness. “I've seen the Taj Mahal on a school trip before and it was majestic,” she sighed. “Have you been there-- uhh,” she bit down on her lip before looking at him awkwardly, "Sorry. What's your name, by the way? Here I am yapping and forgetting the basics of communication. I promise I'm not normally like this,” she reasoned out chuckling, hoping he doesn't dislike her for the awkward interaction.

Theia couldn't believe her ears when he agreed to her proposal. “Great, I will see you tomorrow at 8 AM, if you're available?” She asked, hoping he was. “Food and drinks will be provided,” she added. “I will need your dietary restrictions to be sure, but yes. It's the least I could do.” She'd pay him in cash if she could afford to but for now, that was the most she could offer.

[radicntcinema]

iseul smiled at the way she seemed in disbelief of everything he had said. he wanted to tell her that none of it was as amusing as it sounded, but he decided he would let her see it for herself instead. someday. mayhaps soon. he was not the type to invite anyone over easily into his heavily protected sanctuary, but he would willingly open his doors to her.

have they been talking all this time without him even introducing himself? that only showed how long it had been since iseul went through the motions of introductions. the people in his life right now had been known to him for decades, and names tend to get lost in time. "iseul. you may call me iseul," he replied. "and i will make myself available tomorrow. i would.. love to hear more about your trips."

he made a mental note for the time, but knew he would be there bright and early and with some welcome gifts. even better, he should start on that now, he thought as he prepared to leave. "thankfully, i can eat most anything." he would not say the things that would make him weak, divulging such information would be foolish, but he was banking on the fact that none of them were common enough ingredients to begin with. "i am looking forward to it."

[radicntcinema]

two weeks

hans' life was going to change in two weeks, according to the calendar in front of him. he has been religiously crossing out the days left before their wedding, and as he looked at the handful of numbers left, he couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

eyes still heavy with sleep, hair a mop of mess, he slipped out of the covers and tiptoed his way to the kitchen with a notebook in hand. a golden retriever was quickly alerted to his movements and followed him eagerly. "be quiet, scooter," he whispered to the puppy as he sat on his usual spot and opened his notebook. he looked at the words he had written from previous attempts, crossed out and written over and crossed out again.

how does one write their wedding vows? hans has always struggled expressing his feelings, and june has helped him a lot along the way, but how does he string together words to convey how much he loves his future husband? how does he limit himself to select words when he's describing something limitless and impossible to quantify?

he had a good view of the bedroom from where he was perched, and if it was possible for his heart to speak, it would be saying "my everything. over there." over and over. he knew what he felt, how strongly and surely he loved june, but he didn't think saying "i love you" would be enough for their wedding day.

'my favorite plant used to be the sensitive plant called touch-me-not,' he scribbled mindlessly. 'when people would ask me why, i'd say it's because i am as sensitive as one, that the slightest change made me want to retreat.' hans pursed his lips. it didn't sound right, it didn't get him anywhere near his point that he now longs and craves for the touch of one person, and he will, forever.

he kept writing. 'my favorite experiment was creating hybrid plants. i liked seeing them bloom in a surprising and unique way.' and he wanted their future to be as surprising and unpredictable and unique and colorful and indescribable in that way.

he shook his head, eyes tearing up with how much he wanted to say but having no words to say them with. scooter, who had settled on the floor beside him, raised his head curiously. hans closed his notebook and reached down to pet his dog, ever the sensitive one. "i'm okay, scooter. let's make breakfast," he said with a blooming smile as he heard the slightest movement in the bedroom. he will try again next time. the right words will come, they always do. but for now, he can show his love in more familiar ways.

[angelmaldonado]

i took the miracle move on drug the effects were temporary

[signfromgod]

muse a gets turned into a vampire and their best friend, muse b, takes it upon themselves to learn everything their is to know about vampires in an effort to help them adjust to their new life and maybe they've secretly been pining after each other this whole time

[blcssom]

ok ok ok you know what fucking hits though? a prince(ss) x their bodyguard who is also a childhood friend/has always been around and they fight and bicker like siblings EXCEPT for this deep devotion they both have to each other and they assume it's just duty based bc the bodyguard has dedicated their life to protecting them !!! and the prince(ss) sees the bodyguard as ~ theirs ~ but it's all just covering up deep-seeded love for each other and one or both of them is too stupid to see it :' )

[cofirot-deactivated20230307]

reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.

[ladybugpdf-deactivated20250512]

been thinking a lot about anticipatory grief lately. i love you so much that i know losing you will devastate me. i haven't lost you yet but i already miss you. we still have time, but it won't be enough. i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go. you will go where i cannot follow, but you will never really leave me. it won't make it hurt less but it is a part of healing somehow.

[dailylittleliars]

[underwelmed]

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