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[honourofwesterling]

ivegxtyou

yeah Dorne would be a little difficult for him (but awesome! so we should talk about that) but easiest def would be KL or building a musketeer verse for you. cos lbr everyone needs a musketeer verse.

I JUST! THE MUSKETEER VERSE WOULD BE NICE TO HAVE! (talk to me about Dorne love!) ALSO KL it is! <3 for now... until we get other things moving here!

[deadwclking]

               ❝         stop lookin’ up for HEAVEN. ❞

                                      (  @ivegxtyou ♥’d for a lyric starter  )

[simply-milady]

"Oh, you won't be coming--" It's the same warm voice, ever calm, ever kind and yet lacking any emotion while he watches trunk after trunk getting loaded on the carriage. Within a few weeks he'd be residing at the Vatican, and her--- well, some place else. "That-- joyful little thing between you and me ends today, Anne. I'm afraid I no longer need you."

Her breathing came slow but herheart was racing – her hands trembled as she watched the active courtyardprepare for the journey ahead. The trip in question, Paris to Rome, was one shehad been preparing for. All had been well, she had seen no sign of this, shehad felt nothing wrong between them as news came that he had been elected –finally being awarded what they had striven for, plotted for, and killed for.He had spoken of what their life would be like soon, when in Rome, the grandeur,the beauty – their dream, their happiness.

Suddenly, it felt as if her corsetwas too tight or if a dagger had been plunged into her side and twisted.Everything between came flooding back to her in a wave of emotion, it sweptover her, drowning her quickly. Her breathing quickened, like that of acornered animal, prepared to fight for its life. Jewel toned hues shiftedbetween the two guards that stood near to them, he had been preparing for this,knowing her reaction would not one of graceful, demure understanding. He fearedthat the knife he had just stabbed her in the back with would end up in hisheart. She could even feel the cold steel blade heavy in the pocket of hergown.

“This – joyful little thing.” She hissed venom in her voice as she took a steptowards him. “You -no longer need me?”How many times had been betrayed by those she had trusted, loved even? Sheshould have learned when the man she had married put a noose around her neckthat love was a lie. That there was no one worth trusting in this world – therewas no one worth loving in this world. Love only alluded to heartbreak.  Once again the only salvation she saw toendure and survive was to become the heartless creature they all made her – andforced her to be. Never again would be trust. Never again would she love.

She gathered every ounce ofstrength, clung to the adrenaline that rushed through her body and let herheart shatter. Cold, dead emerald hues rounded on him, narrowing into daggersas she stepped forward, fingers curling around the hilt of her stiletto.

“I’m afraid,” A cruel smile pulledat the corner of her lips as she drew her blade, “you won’t be reaching Rome.”  

[herunfailingkindness]

😤 ✍ ☂

ask the mun

😤 :Worse role play-related encounter and what advice you would give to others to avoid similar situations?

Being replaced by someone I thought was my friend. That being said when/if they come back, don’t get too excited cause they probably won’t be there for you when you need them. My advice is to just do like Queen Bey and make lemonade out of it all.

✍ :Offer 3-5 tips on how to get other role players started on interacting with your muse.

1. Send me a meme, it’s the quickest and easiest way! IT IS THE NUMBER 1 WAY!2. Send me an IM asking me to plot.3. Read my wishlist and maybe make a random starter? 

☂ :Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way, and explain how.

How about @dettexhonneur ? Cause G is amazing! Her writing is like a novel and I adore every bit of it!

[simply-milady]

@ivegxtyou | ‘don’t touch the girls’

The pulse of the music was dimmed slightly behind the closed door of the dressing room, but the blasting bass rattled the mirrors and were giving most of the girls’ headaches. Few swore by ear plugs, others had been here so long they were use to it – she had simply accepted it. The first time she stood in this room, the walls rattled as music and lights flashed on the main stage, she thought about walking out the back and forgetting that she had ever sunk to this level in the first place.

Yet, tuition was almost due and she had been denied the scholarship – again – the funds she had gotten were drying up and she wasn’t prepared to throw in the towel. Still, spending your nights in a bra and panties, dancing for sleazy men while hoping they’ve come prepared to tip wasn’t exactly how most would finance college. There were always those jokes that someone was stripping to make their way through school, she just never thought it was going to be her. And yet, here she was.

In her first couple weeks she had made enough to cover her bills and all it had cost was an ounce of her dignity. But she was building it back. So long as no one she knew ever showed up, they’d never have to know what she was doing and how she was making her money.

“You’re on in five.” A cute blond offered as she passed behind her tapping her on the shoulder. A final touch up to her lipstick and a quick check to make sure her curls were holding and she was ready to step on the stage.

The beat changed just as the lights flashed as she was welcomed on stage by the DJ. She had been told to pick a spot on the wall and focus, never make eye contact, and only turn your attention to the guys if they’re literally flashing you bills. The music drowned out the cat calls and focused on her moves but as she hit the end of the cat walk she heard her name as clear as day – and no, not her stripper name.

Her gaze was pulled downwards to a bar sit off the side of the stage where a familiar face stared back at her. Why couldn’t it have been an old acquaintance, she’d even be alright with it being someone from one of her lectures but it had to be literally the worst person to show up – wait, second to worst person – her ex’s best friend.

[dettexhonneur-blog]

@ivegxtyou​

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“I suppose that someone, somehwere, must be entrusted in being certain it doesn’t wander off, never to be seen again.  Just my luck that it’s currently my turn to hound after it.”

A wry grin, and he ripped off another bit of bread from the loaf on the small table between them; popped it into his mouth and took his time in the chewing, contemplating his friend.  One eyebrow raised in amusement, he stretched out to hook a leg of his battered old footstool with the toe of his boot, dragging it across the scarred wooden floor until it’s within reach of them both.  Aramis had always had a penchant for the comfortable slouch, and Athos was in an indulgent enough mood to facilitate such companionable postures

“Strange still,” Athos admitted after a long moment, reaching for his own glass and taking a long swallow.  He kept his cup in his hand as he continued, studying it absently.  “I feel I’ve finally reached a point where when I hear a man shout for ‘Captain’ I remember to turn my head without being prompted, which I suppose one could take as a sign I’m adjusting well to the responsibilities of the commission.”