something i failed to update y’all on is that im working full time as a summer camp counselor this year and my being here will be spotty at best lol

Questions for LGBTQ+ muses! ❤🧡💚💛💙💜

⭐ - What is your muses sexual orientation and/or gender identity?

☀ - How confident is your muse in their queer identity?

💫 - Does your muse care heavily about pronouns? Are they fine with any pronouns? Do they care at all if the wrong pronouns are used?

💥 - When did your muse find out about their queer identity?

🍭 - How long did it take for your muse to come out of the closet? Did they come to only friends? Family too?

🛑 - What your muse ever scared when realized their sexual orientation and/or gender identity

🌈 - Is pride month a big thing for your muse? Do they celebrate? Go to events? Wear pride flags?

⚡ - Is your muse open about their identity? To they let others know right off the bat or do they wait awhile?

🌼 - What advice would they give to younger LGBTQ+ youth?

🍦- Are they good at explaining their queer identities to others?

😡 - Have they ever been discriminated against? How do they handle discrimination? Does it often bother them or can they ignore it?

A fresh cup of coffee and a pastry are what greet Emma, when she wakes up. Its rare, so incredibly rare, that Roderich should be up before her, yet here he is sat up and reading in bed, ready to give her a smile.

"Ah, good morning, Schatzi." He smiles, leans over, and gives her a kiss. "Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag. Did you dream sweet?"

Sat at the end of the bed, beside the flopped form of Kiki (Rolf, of course, preferring to sleep between them like an overgrown baby, whilst Melodie stands guard at the window sill) is a small wrapped gift.

Within the parcel lies a ring; dainty and rose gold, to match her wedding and engagement band. Covered in small diamonds, soon to sparkle in the morning sun, it is an eternity band, and on the inside in the thinnest of writing is the word 'immer'; always, in Roderich's looping script.

Roderich will give it to her soon, of course. Yet for now, he is content for her to wake slowly and peacefully, beside him.

Birthdays had long since lost their meaning for the Luxembourger, aging was not something Emma was concerned with any longer. However, it was no less cause for celebration; it was a joy of existing that really made another loop around the Sun something to cherish. When she was a young lady, the 23rd of June was spent enveloped in the festivities of her nationhood; parades and fancy dinners and the like. These days, her second full day of summer was spent doing whatever it was she desired with those she desired to spend it with. Today so far, it was spent resting in bed with her sweetheart. "Mm." A sleepy set of eyes squinting against the sun, Emma's fingers curling in a soft bed shirt belonging to one Austrian, who was very much awake. Something that even her barely conscious mind registered as shocking. "Gudde Moien meng Léift." A phrase so often uttered by the groggy blonde that saying it was second nature to her when greeted by a familiar lavender gaze in the morning. The sweetest of birthday wishes made her smile, her dainty hand sliding up from where it had gripped Roderich's shirt to his face, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. "I did. It is hard to have anything but when you are visiting." Sappy, she knows, but it is true.

Coffee was graciously lifted from its place on her bedside table, scooting up just enough to enjoy it without escaping the covers entirely or removing herself from her partner's side. After all, it was cozy to be pressed together from shoulder to hip to, well, Emma's ankles at least. The blonde hums happily against the rim of her coffee mug, resting her head against Roderich's shoulder. "Nine hundred and sixty three."

S02E04 | S02E07

Request by anonymous

HONKAI IMPACT 3RD SENTENCE STARTER - Feel free to change pronouns e.t.c.

“If rescuing you is a sin, I’ll gladly become a sinner.”

“Death is life lived. Life is a death that comes.”

“I’m not letting you go!”

“When you strike back, hit twice as hard!”

“Let’s hurry home and take a bath.”

“I can’t let this power hurt anyone else.”

“*Name here* is always instigating cake problems.”

“You shoulder everything alone, at the cost of your life.”

“Be brave. Push on. You can still end this story the way you want.“

“You flatter me, *Name here.* I am not talented, just experienced.”

“I only know that deep down, the world means nothing to me without you.”

“There are no ifs in this world. No one can change what’s already happened.”

“I was hungry and thirsty, so hungry and thirsty that I woke up in the desert feeling all hungry and thirsty.”

“One’s life is promised inexhaustible possibilities. The people around them will change them and shape their lives.”

“I’ve been happy ever since we met. Maybe it’s because your positive attitude helped me loosen up and enjoy life.”

“Everything would have changed once you wake up. The world will no longer be a pretty place. Life as you know it will be replaced by something else. But… Don’t ever give up.”

“The vileness of humanity is far more horrible than disasters. This world isn‘t worth saving from the very beginning!”

@frestoniia​ || crystalline shine

     Managing to capture an audience with the King of Diamonds was a feat in and of itself; the woman herself was busier than most reigning monarchs who had the privilege to sit back and let their peons do all of the work. With the Queen of the realm doing all of the gallavanating and sitting on his behind, Emma was left with the work needing to be done. Not that she had complaints about it; she preferred it this way. She could control these things, could ensure they were done correctly without cutting corners or shorting people what they are truly due.      This was especially important when dealing with families who have lost life or limb to the mines. The Kingdom did not gain its wealth by magic, but by the hard work of it’s people. Those who often gave the most. Before Emma’s appointment to the throne, the Kingdom was bleeding those people dry and reaping the riches for nothing more than the enjoyment of the upper echelon of the court. The shakeup of that had rocked the nobility to its core, but it genuinely made life better for the entirety of her people. If it brought on enemies, Emma did not care. It was what was right, what was just. After all, they had not appointed her to this throne.      Now, she was sitting here with one of the young apprentices of the elemental engineers, those who were working to harness the energy of many of the gemstones drawn out of the crust of their land. This young one had shown much promise in the Spades, but had seemed to flourish under gentle guidance from the senior engineers. He had made such strides that it had garnered the attention of their King, who was very curious as to his breakthroughs.       Sitting in a sunwashed tea room, Emma was leaning back in her armchair and studying a small file folder, a copy of the young man’s notes and diagrams for what seemed to be elementally-powered prostheses for those who were needing them most. It was a marriage of beautiful design, powerful magical enchantments, and the human desire to help.      “Ah, Your Majesty, so sorry to interrupt--” Came the quiet voice of one of the palace staff, who poked a head into the room. “The young engineer is here, at your request.”      “Thank you,” she chimed back in response, gesturing for them to send the young man in as she shut the file folder and set it aside. “I will take it from here.”

I have your name in my mouth for months. My throat is a beehive pitched in the river. Look! Look how long this love can hold its breath.

—Sierra DeMulder, from "Your Love Finds Its Way Back" in Today Means Amen

@osterreich || tender love and care

     Careful is as careful does. Emma knows the value of a sharp blade, knows that to heal is often to hurt first, be that in life or the operating room. She knows the warmth of blood and the chill of it’s loss, replacing the flush of life with the cold grey of death.

     Lucky for them, they’re a bit harder to kill. This does not ever tamp down that fight or flight response when injuries happen, though, especially to ones closest to the heart. It as if the witness has been wounded themselves, a phantom pain of the heart.       Fencing was supposed to be safe, much safer than it had been once upon a time when it was a military game, a sport played by soldiers at the enjoyment of their companions. Most injuries in the sport these days came from overuse; aching muscles and pulled tendons. Things that were tended to with rest and ice, and perhaps tender loving care.

     “Ach, liebe-- Let me see.” Her voice was gentle, far gentler that it would be had this been something acute, something bloody or broken. When it would have called for a doctor, not a nurse. “What hurts, can you show me?” 

     The ice pack was sitting readily on the counter, along with anything else the blonde could ever need. She was trying her best to usher her partner to sit, to let her fret and fuss over him. “I was worried when you mentioned being sore already before you left. Maybe you should have rescheduled.”

// look i wanna write emma, so like this and i’ll bring her to you

Marian Engel, from Notebooks: "Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute"

Text ID: The moon / Rose from the sea like Aphrodite

which fairytale archetype are you?

the monstrous bride

“Just as the ultimate goal of Arthurian quest finally defines itself as the Holy Grail, the object that can never be assimilated into the real world, so the ultimate woman of romance is a fairy mistress, or fairy queen.” — Helen Cooper The monstrous bride is not necessarily monstrous, but she is, by definition, inhuman, which is part of her je ne sais quoi. Her happiness often depends on whether her groom knows her inhuman. If he does not, he is bound to find out before the story concludes, at which point he will either be repulsed by his wife's deceit and leave her, or attempt to make the relationship work, but fail, because he is operating under a misinterpretation of her nature. If he is aware of her inhuman identity, it will often be one of the factors leading to his attraction to her, and he will be rewarded with her love – but often at the cost of abandoning his previous life completely.

tagged by: @jokulmacr

tagging: u <3

“I swear this is the last time I’m going hiking…” || for tage c:

meme || accepting

"There is no such thing as bad weather, kära, there is simply poor clothing choices!" The young Swede says with a laugh as he pulls up the hood on Craig's rain slicker, Tage looking as happy as a duck in a pond as the other looks understandably less so. "I do not believe you were ready for a soggy walk in the woods, yes? Come, let us find a drier place to have lunch."

Meeting in the nature starters

“Hello? I’ve lost the trail… Do you know where I am?”

“These trees look ancient, don’t they?”

“I’ve never seen woods prettier than this!”

“I did not expect someone else to be here.”

“Oh! I thought no one else came to this creek / lake / pond/ river / stream / spot.”

“I’ve never seen prettier flowers, have you?”

“What was that? Was that a bird?”

“The water’s amazing! Come, join me.”

“Have you found any berries / mushrooms / herbs?”

“The flowers are pretty, but the scent is giving me a headache…”

“Help! A fox snatched my (insert item)!”

“Did… did the forest just go silent?”

“I swear this is the last time I’m going hiking…”

“Do you hike a lot?”

“Wow, you’re a wonderful swimmer!”

“Help! I can’t swim!!”

“Please tell me that wasn’t a bear.”

“Enjoying the good weather?”

“Did you also come to feed the birds?”

“Look… that’s a family of deer right there.”

“It’s getting chilly, isn’t it?”

“Have you seen anything more beautiful?”

// not me clearing out my drafts bc i have *some* muses back

// anyway consider me off hiatus but i will be severely limiting myself to time here (maybe once a week to do things on each of my blogs) just because too much messes up my mental health something fierce but know i am more active on discord and love to write there as well