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TARA ANAND. Youngest, fairest and most clever of them all. The maiden of every fairy tale, the soft kiss to every maw and fang.
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[ Written by Rowan. Written by Rowan. Queer, Scandinavian, white, 30+, they/them. Follows from @rowan-revelry ]
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By Heather Roblin, the Daphne and Apollo sterling silver ring set.
°✧*:·゚ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 ··· a collection of regency drama, forbidden desire, reputation & ruin, propriety abandoned sentence starters. genre: historical romance, angst, scandal, duty versus heart.
You've been seen. We've been seen. Do you understand what that means?
I cannot marry you. My father has already promised me to someone else.
The ton is calling you ruined. What were you thinking, being alone with them?
You dance beautifully. Pity this will be the only waltz society allows us.
I saw you in the garden with Lord/Lady [Name]. Does your betrothed know?
Take off your gloves. Let me see your hands properly, just once.
The wedding banns have already been read. It's too late to change your mind now.
You've been compromised. I'm afraid I must insist on doing the honorable thing.
Mama says I'm not to speak with you anymore. She says you're a rake/ruined.
How dare you show your face here after what you did to my family's name.
I received your letter. I burned it, as I should have burned all the others.
The Queen has struck you from her list. You'll never receive a royal invitation again.
You think a country dance means I've forgiven you? How naive.
I don't care what the marriage contract says. I will never share your bed.
Your reputation precedes you. They say you've left a trail of broken hearts.
I saw the way you looked at them during the musicale. You're not as subtle as you think.
My dowry has been withdrawn. I bring nothing to this marriage now but scandal.
You were supposed to be my friend. Instead, you told everyone my secret.
The modiste sent your measurements to the wrong household. The entire club is laughing.
I cannot be seen arriving with you. Meet me by the rose garden in one hour.
Your brother challenged mine to a duel. Over me. What have we done?
I am with child. Unmarried. Do you comprehend the gravity of this?
They're calling me a fortune hunter in the scandal sheets.
You must marry someone suitable. I am neither titled nor wealthy enough for your family.
I heard the whispers. They think we're having an affair.
The settlement papers are drawn. Sign them and this farce of a betrothal ends.
You've had three seasons and not one acceptable proposal. Mama is beside herself.
I saw you leaving the library together. Was the door locked?
Your name is attached to mine in today's Whistledown. We're ruined.
I don't love you. I don't even particularly like you. But I need your name.
The Duke/Duchess has withdrawn their support of your debut. You're finished.
You kissed me in front of the entire garden party. What were you thinking?
I will not be your mistress, no matter how persuasive your arguments.
My chaperone fell asleep. We have perhaps ten minutes before she wakes.
You've been courting my sister while writing me poetry. Which of us do you actually want?
The marriage mart is closed to you now. No respectable family will receive you.
I found your love letters. Hidden in a book of sermons, of all places.
You're engaged to be married in a fortnight. Why are you in my chambers?
The scandal has reached the Queen. She's demanding an audience.
I cannot give you an heir. The physician confirmed it this morning.
Your gambling debts have bankrupted the estate. We've lost everything.
I saw you at that club. The one respectable gentlemen/ladies don't speak of.
You must choose—your family's approval or your heart's desire.
The wedding is tomorrow. Tell me now if you're going to flee.
I heard you refused three proposals this season. Are you waiting for someone?
Your mourning period isn't even over and already you're entertaining suitors.
The settlement requires an heir within two years. That's all this marriage is.
I found the annulment papers in your desk. You've been planning this all along.
They're saying you bought your title. That your wealth comes from trade.
I will not be paraded around ballrooms like a prized mare at auction.
🌹⚔️ A 𝔊OTHIC ROMANCE.
♯ DRUNK ON RED WINE, HER LIPS ON MINE SUFFUSED WITH THE PERFUME OF NIGHT. ↪ a celebration of devotion, courtship, and dangerous affection. the following is a random assortment of prompts specifically catered toward fantasy and historical settings. feel free to adjust, combine, and add specifics wherever necessary.
ACTIONS.
sender presents receiver with a token of devotion (flower, ribbon, dagger, etc.)
a stolen kiss in the gardens while snow still clings to the hedges.
a dance shared beneath lantern lit trees.
sender challenges a duel over jealousy.
sender ties receiver's colors to their armor.
a love confession spoken in an old tongue.
sender and receiver's cut palms are pressed together in a blood oath or binding ritual.
sender places a wreath of flowers upon receiver's brow.
sender and receiver are forced to sit beside one another at a feast.
sender offers receiver an intimate drink of blood from their wrist.
sender and receiver meet in their secret place.
a heated kiss that escalates beyond propriety.
a night spent beneath the stars, watched by something older than them.
sender and receiver dance together (a ball, a feast, etc.)
sender offers a marriage proposal made purely out of spite.
a passionate, reckless kiss before battle.
a dramatic, public declaration from receiver.
a handwritten letter from receiver sealed in wax.
sender and receiver share a cup of wine.
sender and receiver speak privately, intimately on a balcony.
sender and receiver are unhappily betrothed to be married.
DIALOGUE.
"when the moon bleeds, so do hearts."
"i have watched you longer than i should."
"i would choose you, even if it burned kingdoms."
"drink from me— and only me."
"come back to me."
"you are mine to protect."
"i never asked you to protect me."
"if i cannot have you, no one will."
"you are not meant for gentleness— and yet."
"i dream of you without your armor."
"take it. before i lose my courage."
"you hate me. i tolerate you. it will suffice."
"if we are caught, let them choke on it."
"you look too beautiful in the cold."
"if we must endure this, endure it with me."
"choose me now, or watch me bleed for it."
"this is treason."
"smile. they are watching."
"do not look at me like that."
"only a taste."
"if you betray me, it will damn us both."
"you would kill over a glance?"
"say you do not care for him— and i will sheath my blade."
"i have tried to stop loving you."
"if you bleed, you bleed for me."
"you do not know what you do to me."
"if i dared take your hand, would you pull away?"
"when you ride, ride safely. i would not forgive the gods."
"if the world were kinder, i would ask for you openly."
"i would burn a city for that look."
"you should not look at me so, not where others may see."
°✧*: 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐒 ··· a collection of arranged marriages, political betrothals, duty over desire & reluctant unions roleplay sentence starters. genre: arranged marriage, political intrigue, enemies to lovers, forced proximity.
✦ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘
• We meet at last. I confess, the rumors did not prepare me for the reality. • The contracts bear both our seals. We are bound now, in the eyes of gods and men. • I would ask that you refrain from such familiarity. This union may be lawful, but it is not affectionate.
✦ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 / 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐒
• You did not meet my eyes once during the ceremony. Not once. • I am not unaware that your heart belongs to another. I have eyes. • You may take whichever chambers suit you. Save mine.
✦ 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 / 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
• The council anticipates an heir before year's end. We must discuss the practicalities of such an expectation. • In public, I would appreciate the courtesy of civility, at minimum. • I did not desire this match any more than you did. Let us not pretend otherwise.
✦ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 / 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
• Your realm secures our wealth. Mine ensures your protection. We both inherit disappointment. • The court is watching. Kindly smile as though my presence does not revolt you. • I could hear you in your chambers throughout the night. The walls are thinner than one might hope.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 / 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒
• If the ring offends you so deeply, you need not wear it. • I was to wed your elder sibling. Until fate intervened and the alliance fell into our hands instead. • Take my arm, if you would. We are expected to present a united aspect.
✦ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 / 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
• I fulfilled my duty to my house. I shall not apologize for that. • You withdrew when I extended my hand. The servants took note. • We are not adversaries by choice. Our families made us so. We are merely the consequence.
✦ 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 / 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒
• An annulment would ignite war across three kingdoms. We are bound to one another, like it or not. • I discovered your correspondence with your former beloved. Hidden in your writing desk. • I do not ask for affection. I do not even ask for friendship. But mutual respect would suffice.
✦ 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍
• We maintain separate chambers for excellent reason. I suggest you retire to yours. • The alliance grows more tenuous by the day. Without issue, the treaty collapses entirely. • You have taken wine again. To excess. The foreign dignitaries are beginning to whisper.
✦ 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒
• This was not my choosing, any more than it was yours. • I would thank you to cease referring to me as your "treaty obligation" when at court. • Your house slaughtered mine in the last campaign. Now I am meant to bear your name?
✦ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄
• We have been wed nigh on three months. I still know nothing of you. • A letter arrived today. From the one I was to marry before you. Inquiring after my happiness. • The physicians grow suspicious as to why I have not yet summoned them. Why has there been no... consummation.
✦ 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 / 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋
• You need not love me. But you must dance with me. It is our wedding celebration. • I witnessed how you regarded them this evening. You make no effort at discretion anymore. • This arrangement serves every interest save those of the two souls who spoke the vows.
✦ 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
• Your kingdom required a consort. Mine required access to your ports. Thus, we arrive at this. • Had I been granted choice in the matter, I would have chosen otherwise. • The marriage bed serves as political theater. Let us discharge our duty and be done with it.
✦ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 / 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
• You carry the scent of another's perfume. Have the decency to bathe before appearing at table. • I do not ask for your love. I ask that you cease making a fool of me before the entire court. • Your father threatened invasion. This marriage was offered as terms of peace.
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍
• We must sit in proximity. Touch hands. Convince them this alliance holds firm. • I came upon your private writings. You described wedding me as akin to attending your own execution. • The treaty contains a consummation clause. We cannot defer this indefinitely.
✦ 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
• You bestowed upon me a crown and a title. Everything save the one thing that cannot be commanded. • I am with child. Do not feign such shock—we both knew this was a possibility. • I find this as unbearable as you do. The difference is that I am attempting to honor it.
✦ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 / 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄
• Your council presses you to dissolve this union. I heard them counseling you through the door. • We are required to appear as one. Whatever your true feelings, I must ask you to conceal them for the duration. • I did not choose you. But I am choosing to make something of this. The question is whether you shall do the same.
Send 🌹 for my muse to find yours waiting in their chambers.
you've heard of texting style rps now get ready for letter writing rps
▪︎ getting to curate photos, paintings, cards, flowers, leaves, scents, and whatever else can be sent with letters
▪︎ two characters in an arranged marriaged getting to know each other via letter writing
▪︎ or separated by any circumstances keeping in touch the best they can
▪︎ or starcrossed and trading secret letters
▪︎ or in the same place and yet forbidden to be together sliding messages under doorways and leaving them in tree hollows
▪︎ trading poems, books, descriptions of desire
works great for low activity too imo bc like... could just be a longass letter that canonically someone's gonna have to wait a long time to get
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btw this does not mean I'm open for these plots I just wanted to share
𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . ( 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 ) set the scene with these creative prompts. note: these can be used for starters. *themes: supernatural, high fantasy & adventure.
THE FOOL: A cobblestone bridge at dawn.
THE MAGICIAN: A bustling street market under twilight.
THE HIGH PRIESTESS: A midnight masquerade.
THE EMPRESS: A sprawling garden in full bloom.
THE EMPEROR: A high-rise office.
THE HIEROPHANT: A grand cathedral.
THE LOVERS: A secluded balcony overlooking a bustling city.
THE CHARIOT: A speeding train cutting through a desert
STRENGTH: A clearing in a dense forest
THE HERMIT: A small cabin atop a snowy mountain
WHEEL OF FORTUNE: A crowded casino with spinning wheels and flashing lights
JUSTICE: A dimly lit courtroom
THE HANGED MAN: A deserted pier at sunset
DEATH: An abandoned train station at dusk
TEMPERANCE: A quiet book shop
THE DEVIL: A lavish underground nightclub
THE TOWER: A crumbling lighthouse during a violent storm
THE STAR: A lake under a blanket of stars
THE MOON: A foggy forest path
THE SUN: A sunflower field at golden hour
JUDGEMENT: A forgotten battlefield at sunrise
THE WORLD: A bustling festival
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Fairy tale heroine, merchant daughter and lover of literature. Sweet wallflower with warm, hazel eyes and too clever a tongue. Struggles with finances and sorrows.
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Tara Anand. Fairy tale heroine, merchant daughter and lover of literature. Sweet wallflower with warm, hazel eyes and too clever a tongue. Struggles with finances and sorrows.
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[ Written by Rowan. Written by Rowan. Queer, Scandinavian, white, 30+, they/them. Follows from @rowan-revelry ]
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Starter for @beautiful-mischief
Afternoon, spring, a bright and clear day with a bite in the air. Tara tumbled out of the hedge, eyes wild, hair undone, thorny bush clinging and ripping at her maroon skirts with greedy, merciless nails. Almost tripped on a moss-blanketed stone, but caught herself on the crumbling stone wall right next to it. Her phone, battery dead since forever, fell out of her skirt pockets and cracked its screen on the stone in return. She barely noticed. Bent over double. Deep, heaving breaths.
The ruins lay abandoned in the midst of the woods, and had done so for a very long time. Abandoned on paper because the ground was not fit for resturation, porous, prone to collapsing. Abandoned in village ken because everyone knew it belonged to the Fair Folk, and you shouldn't mess with them, no matter how little or how much you believed in 'em.
Pity Tara was from out of town.
A brittle laugh escaped her slightly harrowed form.
Malus Alway had sworn off dabbling with the Fair Folk, but it seemed his promises to himself were not worth much when he found himself reeled in regardless, like any fool from the village lured in by the sweet sound of faerie songs on the air at Midsummer. He ought to have known better, and yet here he was; the ruins were deep in the woods, spoken of in whispers and avoided at all costs, but it had seemed for a moment as if the forest had been leading him here, familiar paths rearranging and sending him wayward — right in time to see a figure tumbling out of the briars, wild-eyed and clad in maroon.
Not one of the Folk, it seemed; they weren’t often prone to such mortal clumsiness, and though he startled he realised he saw no pointed ears or glamour, but a stranger, nonetheless.
“Hello?” Tentative, he crept a little closer across the mossy ground, the faintest chime of his jewellery amidst the chirrup of birdsong above as he regarded the sudden arrival with a tilt of the head, perplexed by her brittle laughter. If this was some faerie trick, it was too late to say now. “Are you alright?”
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Tara, her cream white top streaked with mud and showing the tag, wearing only the one of her two gold-and-enamel jhumka earrings, spun around. The folk had so many tricks; and here came a beautiful man walking in from the woods, seemingly innocent, sun sparking fire in his hair?
"Hi," she said, trying to regain her bearings. Even smoothed out her skirt, uselessly, the polyester slightly frayed in one corner. "Sorry. Is- Hm. I should have knocked."
Starter for @beautiful-mischief
Afternoon, spring, a bright and clear day with a bite in the air. Tara tumbled out of the hedge, eyes wild, hair undone, thorny bush clinging and ripping at her maroon skirts with greedy, merciless nails. Almost tripped on a moss-blanketed stone, but caught herself on the crumbling stone wall right next to it. Her phone, battery dead since forever, fell out of her skirt pockets and cracked its screen on the stone in return. She barely noticed. Bent over double. Deep, heaving breaths.
The ruins lay abandoned in the midst of the woods, and had done so for a very long time. Abandoned on paper because the ground was not fit for resturation, porous, prone to collapsing. Abandoned in village ken because everyone knew it belonged to the Fair Folk, and you shouldn't mess with them, no matter how little or how much you believed in 'em.
Pity Tara was from out of town.
A brittle laugh escaped her slightly harrowed form.
bridgerton inspired / regency romance plots someone should give me, please and thank you. ( faceclaims & your muse details are 100% flexible! )
muse a is a ruined nobleman whose late father bankrupted the estate through a series of increasingly embarrassing addictions and vices and scandals. muse b is the most popular debutante in england. he’s been in love with her for years, but has never said a word as he has nothing to offer. but this season, after putting it off for a handful of years, she’s declared it's time for her to find a husband. he smiles, congratulates her, wishes her luck. what else can he do? internally, however, his heart is cracking. he's about to lose her for good, without ever being brave enough to try. what he doesn't know is that she has always wanted him too---she's just done waiting for a man who's never going to come. ( wanted faces: my philip frossaint vs your aslihan malbora. )
muse a is the mischievous rakehell son of a good family, muse b is the dutiful and demure daughter of another. their parents are encouraging a courtship between them ( or maybe they've already been betrothed against their will ) but neither of them are thrilled about it. he finds her horribly dull, she finds him utterly ridiculous. he's fixated on the most enchanting lady he met at a recent masquerade, who he spent the night dancing and flirting with, but whose face he never saw. she's similarly pining for a scandalously charming gentleman who wooed her at the same ball---she just wishes she asked his name before the night ended! neither of them realize they're searching for each other while simultaneously avoiding each other. or are they simply unable to accept it? ( wanted faces: my giorgio belli vs your charithra chandran. )
muse a is a nobleman / untitled gentleman, muse b is the widow next door who he's been having a affair with for a handful of years. discreet, affectionate, and absolutely lovely, of course, but he knows it’s run its course. it's time for him to find a wife and settle down. but as he navigates the social and courts to the fresh crop of debutantes, his thoughts keep drifting back to her. it's preposterous---she's older than him, already has children, and - crucially - has sworn off marriage entirely after the death of her dreadful husband. she’s made it clear she wants her independence, and he respects her choice. and even if she was willing, the match would cause such a stir. and yet he can't picture a life with anyone else. ( wanted faces: my antonia thomas vs your sean teale. )
muse a is a nobleman's ' orphaned cousin ' and ward. meaning, of course, that she’s his bastard. her father did his duty by taking her in and raising her under his roof, but his health is rapidly declining, and her step-mother has always resented her. she's terrified that she'll be thrown into the streets when her father passes, and has resolved to marry the first eligible idiot she can con into asking for her hand. muse b is the potential idiot she's got in her sights. seemingly trusting and easy - going, with status and funds enough to provide for her. all she needs to do is make herself his perfect match, and she's always had a talent for playing her part. the hunt is on. ( wanted faces: my maddison jaizani vs your calahan skogman. )
muse a is a young lady recently wed to a nobleman, with little choice in the matter on her part. her husband is far older than her, treats her like a nuisance and a pet intermittently, and often leaves her alone for weeks at a time. she's miserable. and worse, she's lonely. so who can blame her, really, if her gaze keeps drifting to muse b---her husband's handsome young valet, who is gentle and courteous and treats her like a person, and seems to think she deserves a romance far better than the one she was forced into? and who can blame him if he looks back? her husband is hardly going to notice. ( wanted faces: my steve sanghyun noh vs your amelia gething. )
muse a is yet another young lady being forced into a match by her family, but this one takes a stand and runs away. it's . . . ill - advised, to put it gently. a spoiled, sheltered, somewhat bratty debutante out on the streets of london, living among the common folk? it's a wonder she didn't end up dead in a ditch. instead, she somehow found a position as a secretary / clerk for muse b---a forbidding young solicitor who's a rising star in london's legal system. and she's atrocious at her job. he should have fired her weeks ago. and yet, every time he considers it, he somehow finds himself threatening her greedy landlord or teaching her how to darn a sock instead. what's wrong with him? ( wanted faces: my sterling sulieman vs your zhu xudan. )
