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        ❝    i’ve  forgotten  a-about  the  night  of  the  falling  stars   dance   ...   h-have  anybody  —  um  —  have  anybody  asked  y-you  to  be  their  dates  y-yet  ,   b-blue  ?   i’m  sure  you  got  many  —  many  people  wanting  to  ask  ...     ❞

   ♔. @txnderhearted —- mini sc !

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gI MME ALL THEM MAXIM MERMAN AU HEADCANONS

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it | @txnderhearted​

idk i’ve always seen the merpeople’s royal family as something real large, with a nuclear line & tons of cousins, uncles, aunts and shit. maxim is not the heir, but he’s pretty close ; probably third or fourth in the succession order. he really enjoys that situation, as it allows him to have a prince’s status, with much less responsibilities than lissa of the dragomir line, the actual heir. 

he’s adapted to human life surprisingly well once out of water, though there was some...awkwardness. as a few examples, him liking his fish fresh and raw, and resolutely not eating whenever it was drowning in gravy, as tasty as it might’ve been to a human mouth.

maxim took blue swimming sometimes, before he bargained with the merwitch. enjoyable times forcing her out of her dress and into swimwear. him picking live seafood for her and remembering last minute that she can’t really eat them uncooked — except maybe oysters. still picks the pearls and stuffs them into the pleats of her dress so she can find them later and get a necklace made with those. 

the youngest of blue’s siblings ( after her ) finds out about what he really is. ( not just some lost guy she found on the beach. ) surprisingly enough, they don’t tell anyone, and are probably the one picking up the pieces of blue’s heart after he supposedly left, always arranging their schedule to be close by and available whenever she needed someone to just be there. 

talking about after — he was always there. in the summer breeze when she looked out the window as she woke. painting the dawn pink for her whenever she couldn’t sleep and stayed up all night. watching over her her whole damn life ok just don’t touch me and this started as a serious post anD NOW I CAN’T QUIT CRYING

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urania & love. is there any form of love she values over another? how often has urania actually /been/ in love? does she think eros / cupid cheated her out of a job?

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there are actually two forms of love that urania personally values above others: agape ( love for everyone - goodwill and benevolence to others, love of your fellow man ) and philautia ( love of self ). this ties in with her association with “ universal love “, which i’ll explain later. this isn’t to say that she thinks other types of love are lesser or less worthwhile, of course! she recognises the importance of romantic love, friendship love, family love, but they’re just… not so much her thing. i will say though that out of those three, family is most important to her ( why family is so important to her i kiiiiind of explained here ). as an aside: her valuing agape is a tad ironic, given she wasn’t particularly benevolent to others in her original verse.

while urania has been connected to at least three different deities ( that i know of; these being amphimaros, apollo and hermes ) in the greek lore, my headcanon for her is that she considers herself to have only fallen in true, romantic love once: with poseidon’s son, amphimaros. they even had a son together, linos, who tragically met with an early death at the hands of apollo. in her incarnations since, it has been rare for urania to make even fleeting, shallow connections with others. being in love simply isn’t something she wishes to actively pursue, especially given that she has yet to see it written into the stars for her. ( in reference to plotlines i’ve discussed with blue, however, sometime in the early 20th century, my version of urania begins to fall a little in love with dionysus but initially doesn’t recognise it as such, then goes on to wilfully deny it even to herself. )

and in answer to your last question: definitely not. ( in case you’ve yet to read it elsewhere, my urania is not only the muse of astronomy but also of universal love, as she is said to be in certain sources ). whether you see eros as encompassing all types of love or specifically romantic love and desire ( for my part, i am the former ), urania has only ever been associated with a certain subtype of love - the love and admiration one has for the universe, their connection to the centre of it, and their place in it. in loving all of the universe, a person must love their fellow humans unconditionally, irrespective of differences ( hence agape ) as well as themselves ( hence philautia ). this love is obviously chaste, and has nothing to do with the love humans have for either their families or romantic partners. thus, she could hardly argue that eros cheated her out of a job, given that he is responsible for additional forms of love that are entirely out of her realm. her job, in a nutshell, is simply to inspire hearts to open up to the universe.

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five times kissed, 7, bluexim ( s H RU GS )

five times kissed | txnderhearted.

i. their lips meet, and he breathes air into her lungs. a breath of life, they call it ; but in that very moment, it feels more like a breath of the sea itself. her lips taste like both sugar and salt, rosy pink despite the weakness of her heartbeat only a few seconds before, and most of all warm. the mermaids’ he’s kissed before have ice-cold lips, freshened by waves and seafoam, but the girl he’s holding, pushing away from the waves licking at her feet, is human, all pale skin and fragile bones, and still beautiful despite her stillness, her dark hair spilling on the sand as an ebony river. for the first time, a kiss means something ; he’s saved a life. his reward comes in the form of the human’s eyes fluttering open. the look of wonder on her face, amazement at being still alive, makes him smile back.you may not know it yet, little sea boy, but you’re already lost.

ii. their second kiss tastes of honey and wine. he remembers the sun on their skins, the breeze making strands of dark hair fly as a silky banner when she turns to look at him, those large, velvety eyes as soft as the first time he saw them. they’re sitting atop the rocks far down the beach, where no one can see them. he remembers her telling him her name in a hushed whisper, as if it were a secret only the two of them shared. blue. blue as the sea, blue as the sky, blue as those flowers he’s seen once in a handmaiden’s hands as she tossed them overboard, ribbons in her hair, blowing a kiss at a sailor that waved back. she giggles at his attempts to translate his own name, from the merpeople’s tongue, to her own. they end up with something that vaguely sounds like maxim. ( blue likes it. he would’ve let her call him anything, if it meant she’d keep smiling a smile more radiant than the sun. ) their kiss is a light one, as delicate as a butterfly’s wing, a promise, perhaps, of something they can only dream of, or so they think.iii. they’re on her room’s balcony, overlooking the sea. he’s still not used, neither to the human legs he’s bargained and traded his voice for, nor to the pain that stings at his feet at every step he takes. that’s why he’s sitting in an armchair, and blue is leaning over him, her slender hands soft as she takes his, pressing them gently before releasing them. it’s a slow, bittersweet kiss, and they make every moment of it unforgettable. somehow, he finds his fingers tangled in her hair ; her breath smells of tangerine, and he buries his mouth in the hollow of her neck, sighs into her skin as a silent prayer. he’s never known religion, but she’s made him a believer without even knowing it, in the warmth of her skin and the gentleness with which she strokes his hair. i love you, i love you, i love you, he tells her silently, kiss after kiss. he would’ve liked it never to end.iv. she’s sound asleep, their bed’s sheets tangled around her. the ship’s swing doesn’t bother him in the slightest as he gets up, careful not to wake her, and carefully rearranges the blanket around her still silhouette. the warmth lingers, and he just tucks a strand of silk-like hair over her ear before leaning down and leaving a delicate peck on her lips. she shifts, smiles in her sleep, and his heart feels like it’s breaking into a million little pieces, shattered glass cluttering their souls. careful step after careful step, he reaches their cabin’s door ; allows himself one last look towards her, a wistful expression in his clear eyes, before he walks out, clutching a silver dagger. he doesn’t wake her up to tell her it’s a farewell kiss.v. she doesn’t even know it’s a kiss. the sight of her, tear-stained cheeks and reddened eyes, hands resting for a second on her belly before her shoulders slump down would’ve thrown the merperson, or the man, into a fury ; but the aurae can only wrap around her, invisible hands reaching for her and touching nothing. he kisses her brow, and it feels like a breeze to her ; like one of those winds from the sea that they loved so much, in what felt like another lifetime. he could’ve turned into seafoam, joined other mermaids in death ; but he’s chosen the vast skies, the beautiful clouds she liked to watch up there to be his home. i never really left, blue. she doesn’t hear him anymore, eyes turned towards the horizon, as still as a statue. ( he’s there still, in every breath she draws, a spirit of dawn painting her portrait on the skyline with rose-stained fingers. )not all stories have happy endings —but what if, what if they were only tales, darling ?perhaps in another tale, i would have stayed.

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txnderhearted for the blog url thingy!!

send me an url and i’ll tell you the following… | accepting.

@txnderhearted

Do I Follow Them?: i think i follow her everywhere….i think ??

Why Did I Follow Them?: saw their promo on my dash at some point and it was real pretty and i loved the url so i just clicked the follow button lmao

Do We Role Play?: yes we do and my heart is regretting it all bc feelings

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: #really

An AU Idea For Our Muses: the little mermaid!bluexim au but i’m working on that. other than that?? blue meeting literally anyone in the shadow world?? idk man i just want all the things. & also blue/jazz in a medieval kind of au because monsters hunters besties k bye

A Song For Our Muses: goodbye world it was nice knowing ya

Do I Ship Our Muses?: sideeyes blue and shrugs tbh

What I Think About The Mun: sWEETHEART. adorable and incredibly talented & drowns me with feelings every time. also extremely nice ooc and just ! i feel blessed guys

Overall Opinion: seizes up love generator and showers blue in the stuff

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presents time! jazz to blue.

let’s be real, jazz is giving blue the ‘tall’ one out of these t-shirts. also, tons of baby stuff. « quit being tall. or i’ll turn into a giraffe and out-tall you. …just kidding ! merry christmas to my blue, and you better make me your best girl at some point. after you’re done being an amazing mom, of course. - love, jazz. » @txnderhearted

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❝ the view is really spectacular.

A meme.

Status: ??????

The little doctor pauses, her gaze settling aside, relaxing at her brow. She glances the other up and down briefly-- something flattering but polite, mostly a reserved curiosity. Her grip on her cane is briefly tight-- she bristles always atheist spoken to, even if only occasionally.

"Isn't it...?" Her voice is gentle, lighter than she feels. Heights make her anxious, beautiful though the view may be, "Terrible distance down."