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@whipsvirtue
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Like a phoenix she rises from the ashes, born again.
( hi, consider this a revival announcement~ )
The Weekenders (2000–2004) Sentence starters.
“ Want me to leave so you can say bad words?”
“ Stand absolutely still.”
“ What if it tracks by scent?”
“ Why can’t you be one of those nice moms who just say “Yes Dear" “
“ Well it’s a little too late for that now.”
“ If you try to make everyone follow your plan, you’re really no better than a gym teacher.”
“ It’s the crazy backwards universe again.”
“ If a game doesn’t have rules, it’s not a game is it?”
“ I can’t work under these conditions! I’ll be in my trailer!”
“ Err… that’s my closet.”
“ It isn’t going to bite you.”
“ That works out nicely, because I don’t plan to bite it.”
“ Maybe you can use it to find your way BACK TO REALITY!”
“ Don’t you think you’re being a tad paranoid?”
“ I think your cooking may have military applications.”
“ I’m just a fat, ugly, loser.”
“You’re not fat”
“ Huh,you have pretty good posture for someone without a backbone.”
“ Interesting. And how did you obtain your data?”
“ Geeks… Geeks? Those geeks are my friends!”
“ It’s like an upside down universe.”
“ Where up is down and boy bands play instruments.”
“ If that counts as dancing then it counts as singing when I burp.”
“ Ooh, that is serious.”
“ Maybe you’re confusing us with your imaginary friends.”
“ That’s so healthy, its un-American…”
“ On our planet we call that a golf course.”
“ SHE’S WAVING AT ME? Isn’t there a law against that?”
“ They’re coming to get me! Mutant clowns from the Hollow Earth! They’re real! It’s the clown-pocalypse! Aaah!”
“ Me? JEALOUS? I haven’t got a jealous bone in my body!”
“ Do you have any jealous internal organs?”
“ Excuse me while I spend the rest of my life in the attic.”
“ Ugh, I think my stomach just resigned in disgust.”
“ I like pointy things…”
“ It’s not so much biting I’m worried about as bone-shattering impact.”
“ He said he won’t come out until the city’s been cleared of its un-holy clown infestation.”
“ Once. This guy swallowed his dentures and when the doctors gave him an x-ray, his lungs were smiling back at him.”
“ Hello, could you at least knock before you enter my mind?”
“ If you need an idea, use your imagination.”
“ Could you give me a map to that sentence?”
“ How long have we been here?”
“ Somewhere between an hour… and a hundred thousand years.”
“ Don’t you want to broaden your minds?”
“ Yea I already have trouble finding hats that fit.”
“ You look like a roll-on deodorant.”
“ You know, a kite flies on a string, not a stick.”
“ I could see your lips moving, but all I heard was “blah, blah-blah”.
“ Cliffs plus wheels equals BAD!”
“ which one of these shirts projects a mysterious, vulnerable, dangerous, lost puppy quality?”
“ Come here. Let me feel your forehead”
“ Oh great. Looks like I sat on a leprechaun.”
“ You’re going to be combing pudding out of your hair!”
“GRAPE SODA, NOW”
“iTS FOR MY SISTER”
Send for your muse to do one of the following to mine.
Carries, bridal style.
Kisses cheek.
Tickles sides.
Growls at
Tackles to the ground.
Slaps.
Cries in front of.
Holds and refuses to let go.
Protects.
KICKS.
Bites.
Holds hand.
Winks at.
Steals a kiss.
Dances with.
stabs.
Yells at
stares at.
Sniffs.
pats head.
Pins down.
Blocks their exit.
Glares at.
attacks.
gives flowers.
sings to.
proposes to.
gazes into their eyes.
blushes at.
asks out on a date.
breaks up with.
runs away from (flustered)
chases.
begs for forgiveness.
rejects them.
Sneaks up on.
gets caught following them.
Hides from
Scares them.
comforts them.
headbutts
nose boop.
forehead flick.
runs away with.
shares a treat.
flirts with.
BADLY, flirts with.
breaks down in front of them.
Cuddles with.
shoves away.
pulls in closer.
leans in to kiss but then stops themselves.
Tries to confess their feelings but chickens out.
reads to them
whispers into their ear
Invades personal space.
tries to make them laugh.
apologies to.
trips them.
catches them.
eyes them up and down.
smirks at
rolls eyes at
playfully shoves.
Your Muse’s Story
Send one in and I’ll write a drabble of my muse’s…
BACKSTORY- The events that took place before their adventure. Usually involves childhood, home life, etc.
BEGINNINGS- The start of their journey. Usually includes inciting action and learning the ropes of their new predicament.
MIDDLE- Events taking place during their journey. Sometimes, this can be light-hearted and fun.
CLIMAX- Everything is coming to a head, your muse is facing the final threat…
CONCLUSION- Your muse’s journey is finished. Hopefully, they have grown or changed in some way from it.
LEGACY- Is your muse’s story told again years after they’ve passed?
420 FOLLOWER GIVEAWAY, BABYY ;;
So , in celebration of a milestone ( twas supposed to be 400 but then we reached 420 yada yada yada ) I’ll be giving away some stuff! There will be 4 winners! Winners are chosen randomly. All posts related to this will be tagged “jasper’s big yeehaw”
Guidelines ;
You must be following me. Non mutuals , feel free to enter!!
No giveaway blogs.
1 reblog/entry , but please be courteous to your dash/followers!!
If you win, please notify me if you switch blogs/give me your discord so I always have a way to message you!
Graphics can be traded for art of your muse instead! Not really a guideline per se , but it’s equally important!
The Prizes ;
FIRST PLACE ; a promo , some graphics ( around 5 + , we’ll discuss it! ) , a blog icon , and a mobile header ! You could also ask for a playlist but that might depend on your muse.
SECOND PLACE ; a promo , 2 graphics , and a blog icon / mobile header ! ( your choice! )
THIRD PLACE ; a promo , a graphic , and blog icon / mobile header ! ( your choice ! )
FOURTH PLACE ; your choice of a promo / art of your muse / mobile header + icon / muse playlist ( 7 + songs! )
@nightslain
Summer of 1090, Evening, the Cronqvist Estate.
The soft melodies could be heard beyond the entrance of the Cronqvist Estate, diamond blue hues stare up at the entrance as waves of anxiety crashed into the body of the young noblewoman. Sara’s fingers fiddled with the lace of her dress’s sleeve, why had she agreed to come to this? Oh, that’s right upon request of her dear friend Elisabetha. But, Sara found herself suffering from her nerves at the entrance staring up at the structure of the estate.
So beautiful and yet so incredibly intimidating.
Sara felt even though she was Elisabetha’s friend, she did not belong among this crowd. Her father was but a merchant, a successful and wealthy merchant but a merchant none the less. She was technically a middle class noblewoman in the eyes of France; but in her mother’s homeland. Sara was an unwanted disgrace to the house of Entença; her beloved mother eloped with her father when her father had forbade the union and rejected the wedding proposal. Sara, did not know her mother’s family very well. But, they had sent a letter to her father when her mother had passed birthing her. They had demanded to have her mother buried in Spain; but they made it very clear they wanted nothing to do with either him or his... Bastard...
Sara felt a hand touch her forearm and she nearly jumped out of her skin; her gaze flicks to see her dear Elisabetha smiling at her. “Sara, you came. I am so glad, I was so worried you wouldn’t...” She exhales softly to the other, Sara offers a meek smile and allows Elisabetha to guide her into the estate. Taking the needed breaths to calm her nerves; she listened to Elisabetha speak about how the banquet was beyond lavishing and how the candles just illuminated everything in a grand light. She also ranted about how she had caught glimpses of Mathias and his mother; Vasilisa Cronqvist.
Sara had heard many things about Vasilisa Cronqvist, all of which left Sara both in awe of the woman and rather intimidated. Sara’s gaze flicks around the banquet hall as she remained on Elisabetha’s arm; it truly was a beautiful sight and Sara found herself in adoration of the decor and layout of it all. “Oh, Sara look! It’s Mathias... I still cannot believe I have caught his eye. Mathias Cronqvist. I could not be happier.” She sighs out, the pair only just started courting about four months ago but Elisabetha was in heaven. Sara could not be happier for the young woman either; she wanted her best friend to be happy. And if Mathias could bring that to Elisabetha; then Sara was forever in his debt.
“Come. I want to properly introduce you to Mathias and his friend, his comrade. And Sara, he’s a knight as well!” She exclaims sweetly guiding her dearest friend to where Mathias stood beside his mother; and a man with blonde locks that glistened like sunlight. Sara blinked a few times taking in the three; she offered them all a gentle smile.
“Mathias, Lady Cronqvist, Lord Belmont this is my dearest friend. Lady Sara Trantoul. She is my dearest friend.” Elisabetha introduces her friend with warmth radiating from her features. “It’s an honor to meet your acquaintance, to all of you.” Sara speaks to the trio; while she wore the demur and gentle smile on the outside, she was internally screaming within. Here she was standing before three nobles who stood higher than she in any social tier. She prayed that she would not make a bad impression, especially to the Cronqvists.
For Elisabetha’s sake.
Sara’s eyes shifts from the Cronqvists to that of the knight Elisabetha spoke of, she felt Elisabetha leave her side to join Mathias’s placing her hand gently upon his arm. Seeing Elisabetha’s happiness eased concerns in Sara’s heart; her eyes shifts over to the blond man in their company. She studies his features; he was incredibly handsome but it was his eyes that truly capture her attention.
Sara offers her hand to the knight.
WHAT ARE DREAMS MADE OF ? Truth and treachery living within the garden of your mind and soul, too often do mortals believe they can find a safe heaven in the meander of the subconscious. But their imagination is an invitation thrown into the darkness, welcoming whatever resides in the shadows to come plague their visions ( the Night awaits, the Night sees all ). DRAWN BY INNOCENCE, the snake will always seek the pure of heart, making his bite even more ferocious and his poison deadlier - justice has no place in this world, only cruelty and violence reign. And so, for the children of the night, slumber always turns into a weapon : they wield the power of the moon and star, using that sense of security to trick the mind.
SHE SLEEPS LIKE AN ANGEL, so beautiful and assured of her bright future : what could come and shadow her dreams of love ? The church bells already ring in her mind ( what she does not know is that they announce the apocalypse ). But even in the warmth of this house, a beautiful bride cannot escape to the coldness of the Night : it falls over her eyes like snowflakes, turning the air into a wintery breeze ( is it was it feels like to sleep inside of a coffin ? ). And it suddenly feels as if something was going to happen, something so terrible and yet, curious ( time is suspended for a second, the tik of the cloc ending its song ) : a voice speaks, calling her name in whispers, clear and loud, but so soft and loving. —— Sara…Come to me, Sara. “ It’s the voice of her beloved, a knight with a heart of gold and a soul so pure - he waits by the altar, but it seems so far and out of her reach. ’ Walk, my child, this is where you need to be ’ a voice command, speaking as if it came from the sky itself. HALAS, THE TONGUE THAT KNOTS THOSE WORDS IS A SNAKE’S, hiding behind the mask of a heroe. Sitting upon his throne of lies, waiting where the light can’t follow, the pretender plagues from afar the mind of this poor maiden, savouring the ease with which she follows. —— Come to me. “ HIS SMILE UNCOVERS PEARLY WHITE FANGS, his feral nature shown in the chaos he creates. Guiding her like Vergil’s holy ghost, he shows her the way to the castle, through the woods of the Eternal Night. The moon gentle’s touch turns her skin almost white, making her look like this puppet of destiny she will soon be - let her grow found of it, soon she shall know only her light. —— I’ve been waiting for you, Sara. “
█ @virtuteabiciulu | enters the CASTLE
Hark the angels cry in winds of the night as the devil waltzes through the caress of the moonlight, the stir of blissful dreaming lulled the young bride into a false state of security. The calling of her beloved’s voice was like a siren’s sigh to an unsuspecting victim; from the Trantoul manor, she is summoned. The safe confines of a warm blanket and soft bedding of her mattress. Lured away beyond the doors of the servant’s kitchen, into the night she is guided. A gentle smile is pursed to her lips as her azure gems remain glossed over and entranced. Bare feet step into moss, dew covered blades of grass, sharp twigs of fallen branches. Ears barely capture the hisses, snarls and ferocious sounds of the creatures that dwell within the forest of the eternal night.
The drawbridge of the castle descends upon sensing the pure maiden’s presence; the young woman approaches the door before her hand could touch the grand entrance it swung open with a spine-shivering creak. Still dazed she obeys the command of the illusion entering into the chapel, she descends the aisle to take the hands of her beloved. Her heart bursting with delight and happiness, but the moment his hand laces itself within hers. She feels the caress of death, and any warmth within her washes away from her features. The blissful setting began to fade and crash around her, her diamond blues drank in the nightmare.
With hair as wild and vibrant like fire and eyes as bright as those rare rubies, her father had gifted her from his trade, adorned in the armor of ebony with alabaster skin glistening in the moon’s rays. Sara’s heart shatters like glass hitting the marble flooring, Sara’s heart began to palpitate with fright. Choking on her words, she barely managed to get a “Who are you?” to escape her lips. He was not her Leon, how did she end up here? Who was this man? What did he want with her? Thoughts began to spiral out of control causing flicks of pain to her temporal lobes; her hands touch the armor as she began to push with her might. The fear fading from her ever so lightly as the instinct to fight began to take hold of her.
“L-Let go of me! Where’s Leon? What is going on here?!” She demands of the man whose grip tightened on her; a wince came to her eyes as a whimper parts from her lips. “Release me... Now...”
A New Castlevania Masterlist!
guidelines are simple! reblog this with your character’s name, their era and whether they are canon or an oc in the tags. only Castlevania blogs count, if you have a cv verse that is not enough.
Bombard my muse with questions! Anything you would like to know about them, ask!
and, there, upon her gravestone
engraved in worn stone
the saddest of epitaphs:
“ she never did stop believing… “
hold me close through the night don’t let me go, we’ll be alright touch my soul and hold it tight i’ve been waiting all my life i won’t scar your young heart just take my hand
@lamentedinnocence
Summer, Midday, circa 1090.
Cerulean hues take in the warm blue sky resting above her, she watched as the clouds rolled along in a soft slow movement. The sun’s rays kissed at her fair cheeks as a radiant smile creases to her lips, today was such a lovely day. The warm energies danced around the dark brunette as her ears picked up the voices of servants gossiping and whispering amongst themselves going about their business. Sara glances around the estate for a brief second; she quickly spotted her father preparing his horse and carriage. Grasping the sides of her dress she raced over to her father, releasing her dress’s ends she captures her breath. “Father, are you leaving for somewhere?” She inquires with a frown pursing to her lips. Her father turned to her with a small smile coming to his lips. “Yes, I am heading to the trade route South of here. It will be about a three week trip for me my little dove.” He says cupping her cheek and thumbing it gently. “You look just like your mother, beautiful like an angel.” He sighs out before leaning forth and kissing her forehead gently, he then climbing up on his horse and bid his daughter adieu before fading from her view.
The sound of her stallion whinnying from behind her in the stables was like a call to her, she turned on her heels and approaching the chestnut Arabian her father had gotten her during a trade. Gently she pets his snout and kisses his nose with love for the creature emanating in her features, Sara began to place reigns on the horse along with a bridle.”Why don’t we take you for a walk Azar?” She inquires to the horse leading it out of the stable, Sara proceeded to climb up on her horse and adjusted herself sideways. “I’ll let you lead the way alright?” She giggles to the stallion, the horse snorted before slowly trotting down a dirt path that led to a nearby river and pastures, Sara took in the scenery rubbing at Azar’s mane.
The sun glistening through gold locks down by the river bank and a willow tree stole her attention, turning her gaze fully she took in a young knight. He appeared to be training, but Sara felt awestruck by the sight of him. Sara noted every feature about this man, the Lord had blessed this man with beauty. Blinking she touched her cheeks feeling the hotness and fumbled softly. Sara’s barely picked up the sound of snarling of a wild dog coming towards Azar and her, its fangs went straight for Azar’s leg whose instincts to rear up took over. Earning a scream from her lips as she was bucked off her horse; who immediately turned on his hooves and fled leaving Sara to her defenses against the wild dog.
“Mon Dieu...” she breathes, the fear rising in her chest as the dog turned his attention on her. Snarling he began to approach the young woman, whose body ached and was stunned from being flung off her steed...
@waterfallbound
A single heartbeat drummed with fear as diamond blues twist around taking in the castle walls; every corridor and hall looked absolutely the same. The screeches of monsters pierced her eardrums, Sara Trantoul’s happiest day had taken the most frightening of turns. This day was supposed to be one of perfect bliss, not become a day where she found herself trying to flee a castle filled with horrific creatures. Her hand trembled whilst it felt over the stone wall and the other feeling the locked door; tears poured down her pale cheeks as her breath remained labored. Why, why was this happening? She was still struggling to grasp her mind around that the vampire had stolen her away for a twisted game. To lure her beloved Leon to his castle for a means of entertainment.
How could anyone be so cruel and heartless? Perhaps she truly was too pure and innocent as the people of her village proclaimed her to be. Sara only ever saw the good in people as her brows furrowed upward, the bride stepped back from the locked door with hope depleting. “Oh lord, I beg of thee guide me out of this castle and return me to my beloved.” She whimpers wiping away the tears; a chill ran down her spine when she hears the encroaching snarl of a beast entering the hall. She glanced over to see a grotesque monster that appeared to be a lion of sorts. Yet it had the strangest of tails and wings upon its back, instinctively she stepped back as it released a ferocious roar.
The young woman barely had time to react when it lunged for her and its claws struck her in her right bicep; a cry emanates from her when she went spiraling into the nearest wall before slumping to the ground. Pained cries parted from her lips as she laid on the ground, she was going to die here, wasn’t she? Had she done something to upset her lord in such a manner that he thought she deserved to be taken by a monster of the night and to be killed by him or his pets. Trembling nails dug into the cobblestone pushing herself up slowly, droplets hit the ground as she wept. She closes her eyes for but a moment thinking of her beloved Leon, she wanted to see him one last time if she was to be taken from this world.
The manticore’s snarl was the last thing Sara heard when the creature struck her again; this time into another part of the hallway wall but when she fell to the ground this time the floor began to rumble beneath her cascading inward and crumbling. A scream escaped her as she fell with the debris and she fell farther down into the castle; her body striking the ground many layers below and her world becoming consumed by darkness.
A groan escaped her, cerulean hues lulled open placing her hands forward Sara felt ground she winces when she scrapes her hand along a rock. The climate around her had changed as the air felt damp; she could smell and hear rushing water. Yet her sight was still blurred and she was slowly regaining it, fumbling to her feet she brushes off her dress before touching her forehead. It throbbed and ached; she felt moisture and looked at her fingers noting the blood. Sara staggers over to a small puddle of water to take in her reflection, she noted the cut on her brow and the bruise forming around it. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a door beyond a waterfall, hope danced to her heart as she saw an opportunity. Would this lead to her freedom?
Venturing forth Sara managed to get around the water to the door, she noticed it locked by strange means. What seemed like hours to Sara could have been mere minutes, but somehow the door unlocked to her surprise. Sara took a breath praying that she would find freedom beyond this door, Sara stepped into the dimly lit room and her gaze twists about warily. She was dismayed to find that this door did not lead her to beyond the castle, but her ears picked up the sounds of breathing alerting her of another’s presence.
“H-Hello? Is someone there?”
I’ll swim and sail on savage seas with ne’er a fear of drowning && gladly ride the waves of life if you would marry me No scorching sun nor freezing cold will stop me on my journey If you will promise me your ( heart )
——— && love me for e t e r n i t y