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Send 🍷 for your muse to be kissed by a drunk angel Nathan who’s had his first glass of wine (Finley; @mxrvelouscreations

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Oooh this is-!

He couldn't quite collect his thoughts the way he normally could - instead they went in every direction, and he felt more relaxed than he'd done in centuries. He was almost done with his first glass of wine in his existence and everything seemed so pleasant and lovely.

He took another sip, enjoying how the taste unfolded on his tongue. Nothing special to the trained palate perhaps, but to Nathan it was exciting and new.

Finley was next to him on the couch, and Nathan beamed at him, suddenly so happy his heart could burst. Following a sudden impulse, he leaned in to brush their lips together, smiling into the kiss.

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On mobile. Smash that heart for one of my muses to jump into your ask box.

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PLOTTING CALL

Give this post a like if you want me to jump into your DMs to plot.

Read about Nathan here.

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Ask box is wide open

Please bother my muses. All will be replied to ic. ^ ^

As a treat experiment, Seo Moonjo from Strangers from Hell is also available.

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Ask my muses anything on anon and they will reply. ♡

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✨ Arranged Marriage Plot ✨

Our muses are pushed together by forces beyond their control, be it family or fate. Could be families plotting to join bloodlines, could be your muse claiming my muse (or vice verse) to get access to something pragmatic like land/money.

I am feeling this one today and I’m pretty flexible on the details. Any of my muses are on the menu, so HMU! Slide into my DMs to plot or comment with which muse of mine you’d like (and the name of your own if you’re a multimuse and have a preference) and I’ll tag you in a small starter!

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💛 (from Charles - since he has a Tudor verse he had seen battle)

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Send 💛 to receive tender loving care after a battle by Nathan the monk

Nathan had wandered through the bodies on the battle field, his heart heavy with grief as he offered dying men a last sip of water or to listen to their last words. Enemies or not, most people wanted somebody with them in their final moments. Then he came across a man he first mistook for dead, but then he moved and Nathan knelt beside him, carefully looking him over. As distoriented and half unconsious as the man was, he seemed to have no fatal wounds. 

Acting swiftly, Nathan lifted him and carried him back to the monestary. His older brothers shook their heads at him as he passed - was he bringing in another lost cause to die under their roof? Not this time. He resolutely laid the man down on top of his own bed, undressing him as carefully as possible as to not upset the wounds. The he proceeded to clean and bandage every wound, and noted with no small amount of satisfaction that the wounds were minor. 

The man’s eye lashes fluttered as he woke up. Nathan was gently washing his neck and chest with soft cloth and cold, clear water when their eyes met.

“Be at ease”, he said kindly, leaning back slightly to give the man some space. “You are not with God just yet. Just in one of His humble houses.”