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[asundrop]

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It had only taken her a second to cross the courtyard but she her heavy breaths and flushed expressions would have you believe she had ran straight from the far away (and far forgotten) tower all the way to where she stood now. The arms that swung around his neck in her passionate embrace tightened once before completely letting go and she bounced in place in glee. “¡Claro que sí! I’ve been practicing day and night.” 

She had in fact been practicing but only from the point of her learning he was returning to now. It hadn’t been that the princess didn’t want to (for a while she had been very diligent) but as the days became more hectic and her schedule fuller there was very little time for anything.

“I suggest you not test me. I mean, if you did you’d learn you have nothing else to teach me and then have to officially leave forever, right?” Not exactly. “So I’ll purposely fail it to keep that from happening and then you’d be disappointed and think you’ve failed. So just take my word -- ah! Mi palabra. on it. Okay? I’d rather just look at you and be happy you’re back.”

[miccatepoztli]

@deoscuridad liked for a fun starter where Ximena is possessed by a demon :D

There’s something weird with Ximena, and it’s not just the smell of charcoal on her skin or the fact that when she opens her mouth, black bile drips out, “Hey.” It’s her voice, but when she speaks, another voice talks alongside her own. A synced performance, “You’re the guardian? Nice home you have.” She sniffs, scratches her nose, “It’s not even haunted. A real good place.”

[miccatepoztli]

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Cradling a small sapling in her hands, she purses her lips, wondering if she should be blunt and crass, or just avoid the subject entirely, “How do you know my grandmother?”

[asundrop]

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1 )  Sal is the obscure and withdrawn Master of the Garden in Corona who tends to do most of his work at night due to his RARE aversion to sunlight. When Rapunzel found out about his dilemma she handmade him a sunhat in the hopes it would help. (MAIN)

2 ) She mentioned in passing once how she had a Botany book back in the tower and could recite the textbook by heart right down to the captions on the images. Not long after she found a stack of books on her desk on the subject and while she didn’t ask who they were from she has a sneaking suspicion she knows. (MAIN)

3 ) Rapunzel ends up learning much of what she knows about religion from Sal because he doesn’t villainize her for her ignorance or her doubtfulness on the matter. (MAIN)

4 )  Sal and Rapunzel have a game where each will write a riddle on a note and leave it for the other person to find and answer. The person answering is not allowed to give their riddle until the current one is answered. They are currently 23 riddles in and it is Rapunzel’s turn but she’s been stuck on it for weeks and she’s pretty sure he’s cheating by writing it in LATIN. (MAIN)

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

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[aleximedicusa]

@deoscuridad​ asked: ✐ for a randomised starter

“ the dead are not entirely dead but are alive in a different way; a paler way admittedly, and somewhat darker. ”

[laperlina]

❛ Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies. ❜

Always a philosopher. Can’t a girl simply get away with crimes without all this moralizing?

Adella rolls her eyes, balancing the silver paper knife on the back of her finger. “Then start explaining why I sit here with perfect skin and no blood on me... go on.” No scars or stitches or shallow cuts—nothing but immaculate surface and an insufferable ego. “You’re not very good at this.”

WUTHERING HEIGHTS SENTENCE PROMPTS .✦✧.

[untremaine]

@deoscuridad​ asked: ❝ It often happens that when we think we were experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves. ❞ ( the picture of dorian gray sentence starters. )

        “Well,” Margarethe says, and pauses. She doesn’t care for that. Certainly she’s never known herself to be so illusioned, has she? Though it does seem fashionable, now, to pretend that every person has a sort of double life, with two brains in one head, and goes about utterly tricked by one’s own thoughts; she supposes whoever thought of that one felt themselves quite clever in it. If everyone goes about totally... Bamboozled, by this secret inner other self, how on earth does the world turn? Perhaps some people are so tricked, but certain others have great command of themselves, and turn smoothly as an oiled wheel; thank heavens Margarethe can count herself among them.

       “How interesting,” she says. She softens her eyes as she smiles at him, bats her lashes (she’s fond of men with gray in their beards). “And have you been conducting experiments? Do tell.” She edges closer, perhaps a hair too close. “What are your results?”

[marakama]

@deoscuridad  liked for a starter

The simple task of letting himself into Salazar’s home without permission or notice has always been incredibly amusing- though Ankur supposes it may come to an end today. All these secret visits will have no real purpose anymore, after all, and he might just have to start announcing himself properly. Tragic. Regardless, Salazar’s company is certainly worth the trip, Ankur decides as he removes his shoes by the doorway, yet undiscovered (he is polite enough not to dirty the floors, at least). He’d never admit it to him, but the fact that Salazar carries himself like an old wise man whose suffering knows no bounds and whose pain is so unique and unknowable no one can truly understand it is... endearing. 

He carefully adjusts the package in his arms- about the size of a thick book, and wrapped in a rich purple dupatta- before continuing quietly on his way, set to find the man’s desk. Salazar’s patience with him will be rewarded at last-- ah! Just his luck.

“Salazar- what a pleasure to see you here.” He makes no effort to hide the gift in his arms, and he grins as he adds, “And happy Resurrection.”