someone write with zahra i miss my evil queen

y'all i broke up 3 fistfights today and helped 3 others deal with a panic attack during my prep period teaching 8th grade in the city is not for the weak

✧˚ · .   ❝ SO YOU’RE SPECIAL, EVEN AMONG THE PEOPLE? ❞ coralie asked, their voice lilting just into teasing territory beneath the genuine question. for all they knew, maybe this one human they stumbled upon actually was special. maybe she was the chosen one or something. ❝ I SHOULD BE HONORED TO HAVE MET YOU, THEN. ❞ there it was – the moment coralie had to decide whether or not to tell the truth or make up a lie. should they pretend to be a human? ❝ I HAVE NEVER LIVED AMONG OTHER HUMANS, ❞ they say, settling for a bit of omission. ❝ THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I’VE SEEN SO MANY PEOPLE IN THE SAME PLACE. ❞

“i tend to frustrate many expectations, so please, don’t be alarmed if this is a first for you,” eirinn laughed lightly as she remained focused on the other, attempting to unravel whatever the girl was hiding beneath her approachable air. the way she spoke, how she observed the world, it seemed just slightly out of place that it caused eirinn to nearly pause, wondering if the girl had simply hit her head too hard or if there was more to her story. it wasn’t entirely cause for alarm, but eirinn often prided herself on being knowledgeable about the people in town and the surrounding areas, and she was so unlike anyone she knew... “you say ‘humans’ as if you categorize yourself apart from us. why’s that?”

✧˚ · .  drew hesitated, biting the inside of her cheek. she really shouldn’t be speaking of her personal affairs freely, especially when ‘personal affairs’ meant ‘critical governmental alliances between nations’. but sofia had always been a dear friend of hers and drew was fairly certain she wouldn’t sell her secrets for profit. she had come to think of the kitchen as a safe place, a reprieve from the madness her life had turned into recently. ❝ MY MOTHER HAS BEEN OUT OF HER MIND LATELY, ❞ she admitted, the vent almost tumbling out of her before she could stop it.. ❝ THE OTHER DAY, SHE SAID THIS MARRIAGE WOULD MEAN I WAS FINALLY WORTH THE SPACE I TAKE UP. LIKE MARRYING SOME PRINCE IS THE ONLY WORTHWHILE THING I COULD DO WITH MY LIFE. ❞ she huffed before realizing all she’d said. that was definitely more than sofia was probably expecting. ❝ SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO DUMP ALL THAT ON YOU LIKE THAT. ❞ drew could feel the tips of her ears getting hot, so she turned her attention back to the pie and took another bite. it really was delicious. ❝ YOU NEED TO TRY IT TOO! COME HERE, ❞ she said lightly, holding up a forkful for sofia to take.

"well, if there are enough blueberries around here, i'll be sure to make one and save it for you." sofia said with a smile as she leaned against the counter. any excuse to have drew come back into the kitchen as often as she used to was enough for sofia to go out and pick the blueberries herself to make the specific pie. the news of the wedding didn't come as any surprise but how quickly the king and queen wanted to have everything did. she could hear the rumors between the staff about what exactly was going on with drew and she could feel her heart break slightly. "you know the kitchen door is always open." she said with a small shrug as she dusted the flour off of her hands and onto her apron. the smile on her face widened at her reaction to her pie, overjoyed that the brunette enjoyed it. "you're more than welcome to take it with you. if you don't, i know a couple people might take a slice or two." she teased. "but... if you need something sweet to cheer you up, you know i'm always here." she knew she had to choose her words carefully but since it was only the two of them, she knew she could speak openly.

you're the thoughts that can't be tamed ⊹₊｡ꕤ

some ways to build tension

⇴ holding person b's hand longer than usual, just because person a craves the skinship. meanwhile, the person b is practically on fire and keeps glancing at person a.

⇴ "and if you're not ready for this right now, then i can wait–" and the other person cuts them off with a kiss.

⇴ cutting people off with kisses in general. something so endearing about not being able to contain your love for someone that you have to express it asap.

⇴ that silence before a long, deep conversation between person a and person b. they're both looking around at anything but each other, when both parties want nothing more than to desperately reach out. (like they're spiraling not being able to talk to each other)

⇴ "so..." "so."

⇴ that feeling when person a knows there's someone behind them, but is too nervous to check in case it's person b. meanwhile, person b is highly anticipating person a to look back.

⇴ always (and i mean ALWAYS) managing to find each other even through the busiest of crowds. and having that moment where you two make eye contact across the room.

⇴ rubbing/scratching a body part (ex. back) and person a's hand lingers a little too low on accident. but they're freaking out and don't know what to do, so they just keep their hand where it is.

⇴ "if you wanna say something, now's your chance."

⇴ slowly watching person a walk away, even though person b wants them to stay. so, person b runs and tries to catch up with person a before they leave.

⇴ one bed trope except they can't even build the classic wall of pillows. the bed is tiny, so person a and b have to lay so close together that a can feel b's heartbeat pounding.

⇴ ^^ "are you cold?" person b asks even though they can feel their body heat radiating over person a.

i loved you so much and i couldn’t save you. do you know what that’s like, when your hands aren’t stable enough to hold something so important. to watch your own reflection drop everything precious in this world into the fire. do you know what it’s like to burn alongside, whispering, please, i tried, i swear to god that i tried

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✧˚ · . ❝ IS THIS YOUR FIRST PARTY? ❞ drew asked, knowing that keeping the conversation going would surely distract the girl from being too focused on the dance. drew knew from experience that if she thought too hard about the steps, she was much more likely to get them wrong. ❝ I HAD A FEELING IT WAS. I KNEW I’D HAVE RECOGNIZED SOMEONE AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOURSELF IF YOU’D ATTENDED BEFORE. ❞ she spoke with a teasing smile, though the words were genuine, if not a little heavy on the flirtation. drew led them to the dancefloor as the musicians changed songs, the chaos of the crowd switching partners allowing them to blend in seamlessly. drew took the lead, naturally, keeping hold of the other’s hand as they started to move. ❝ HAVE YOU BEEN DREADFULLY BORED BY THE FESTIVITIES SO FAR? ❞

The princess smiled and Rowan felt her own lips twitch with the urge to do the same. Even so, she felt herself straighten just a little more under the princess' attentions, fingertips dancing along the lace detailing of her dress. "You think too highly of me, highness," Rowan lowered her head to hide the reddening of her cheeks, especially when the princess' hand found hers. Had anyone else sought to drag Rowan from her hiding place, she might've resisted, but who was she to deny the request of her sovereign. She let out a girlish giggle at the promise of mutual embarrassment, "My siblings would never let me hear the end of it if you did that. --On their deathbeds, they'd be recounting the story of how I tripped our princess and ruined my very first party." Still, she put one foot in front of the other until she and her new companion found their place on the dance floor. "I don't think anyone would ever be that drunk." She almost snorted at the thought.

consider this a little shipping call! like this post if you'd like to ship! even if we've never interacted before!

side note i'm really bad at answering plotting messages so we can just pick muses and a general plot and go right into writing! see what works and what doesn't! please tell me there are others like me in the rpc who would prefer it this way lmao

reverse starter call! please like this post if you have fantasy and/or period starters that you'd like replies to! i need to fill out my drafts oml

open to: males / females / nonbinary (mutuals & nonmutuals) muse: coralie devereaux (they/she, bisexual, 25-30, misplaced mermaid) plot: coralie is a mermaid that got captured by humans (pirates or otherwise!) your muse is the one keeping her captive on the boat. ♡

✧˚ · .  ❝ YOU CAN GET IT OVER WITH, ❞ coralie said steely, their eyes burning with anger. if it weren’t for the chains binding their wrists to the mast, this human would be dead already. they could imagine the way their claws would tear those precious human insides out and let them sink to the bottom of the ocean for the sharks to feed. but they weren’t in the ocean, and these feet were not as strong as their tail, and the chains held them at the other’s mercy. ❝ USE THAT SWORD FOR WHAT IT’S FOR AND RETURN MY BODY TO THE SEA. YOU WILL GET NOTHING ELSE FROM ME. ❞

✧˚ · .  the other girl was being kind, but melora was too far in her mental ideals of perfectionism to let the kindness take hold of her. ❝ I’VE ONLY DONE WELL WHEN I CAN GET IT, ❞ she said simply, the frustration seeping into her voice from between clenched teeth. never mind the fact that her hand was shaking around the wand – she was well and truly exhausted from any physical standpoint. but she was also close, she could tell. taking a break would ruin it. ❝ FACIO VOC – SHIT, ❞ she stumbled over the words again, the magic fizzling before it could even form into anything real. she glanced at the other girl, feeling a little guilty for taking advantage of her like this. ❝ YOU DON’T NEED TO STAY. I CAN TAKE IT FROM HERE. ❞

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ cirice’s features softened as she watched melora carefully, taking notice of her frustration that had spurred up from the practice session today. ❝ NOT THAT I DON'T HAVE FAITH IN YOU BUT… ❞ her words trailed off as she nervously fidgetted, her fingers interlocking as she took a careful step backward as she had been instructed. ❝ MAYBE YOU SHOULD TAKE A BREAK FOR NOW? ❞ her suggestion was gentle, not wanting to unintentionally upset them. ❝ IT'S HARD TO GET IT RIGHT WHEN YOU'RE TOO IN YOUR HEAD AND YOU'VE ALREADY DONE SO WELL TODAY, MEL. ❞

✧˚ · .   it was always odd to hear talk of magic as if it was a business – though rhiannon guesses she is running a business, here, collecting payment and providing services. but magic was so much more than that to her. magic had grown from her fingertips since the day she was born. it was as much a part of her as the pretty face her dear ex-husband had married her for, but it had proved far more useful. ❝ YOU’RE SWEET, ❞ rhiannon replied, taking a sip of her tea. it was almost amusing how nervous the other seemed – rhiannon prided herself on reading emotions well. but thoughts on the other hand… she was curious whether it was the dire situation she’d found herself in that made the girl twitch so, or whether it was the presence of rhiannon herself. ❝ MY PRICES SCALE BASED ON THE POWER OF THE MAGIC I PROVIDE. IT CAN BE ANYTHING FROM A FAVOR OWED, A SECRET TOLD, OR A MISERY ENACTED, ❞ she explained easily. ❝ SO TELL ME: WHAT IS IT THAT YOU’RE LOOKING FOR MAGIC TO SAVE YOU FROM? ❞

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ while magic was something that raelle was always taught to fear, she couldn’t help but be drawn to it. especially now that she felt as if she had been backed into a corner and forced into an arranged marriage with a cruel duke. but despite her infatuation, she still was filled with nerves as she sat at the table of the woman who she had heard whisperings about in the village could help her with magical dealings. her hands were wrapped around the mug of tea that sat before her in an effort to stop herself from fidgeting, not wanting to appear as anxious as she felt. she knew that magic always came with a price, but her feelings of apprehension intensified as she heard the woman’s words. ❝ OF COURSE, I DIDN’T THINK YOU WOULD BE WILLING TO HELP ME WITHOUT NECESSARY PAYMENT. ESPECIALLY SINCE I’LL BE FOREVER GRATEFUL TO YOU FOR YOUR SERVICES. ❞ she wet her lips, feeling her mouth growing dry. ❝ WHAT IS IT EXACTLY THAT YOU’D LIKE IN RETURN? ❞

✧˚ · .   aryn narrowed her eyes, keeping quiet as the princess got her pleading out. she didn’t deal with royalty on principle – why should people who have gotten everything they ever wanted for their entire lives need anything to do with a poverty-stricken thief like aryn? though, if she thought about it like that – this was quite a lot of power to have right now. if she was coming to aryn, this princess was pretty much at her mercy. ❝ YOU’RE RIGHT, I AM THE MOST COMPETENT PERSON FOR IT, ❞ she answered finally, leaning her elbows against the table they were seated at in the local tavern. ❝ BUT I’M SO GOOD AT WHAT I DO BECAUSE I’M CAREFUL, I DON’T JUST BEND FOR EVERY PRETTY GIRL WHO BATS THEIR EYELASHES AT ME. WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY, ANYWAY? ❞ she needed to make sure this girl’s father wouldn’t come knocking down her door when they realized she went missing. not that aryn didn’t appreciate a little danger. 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ there was a shiny look in the princess’ eyes as she stood there before them, aryn was her last resort. aisling was never one to beg or grovel considering she had always gotten her way her entire life, but she was willing to make an exception to the rule this once. ❝ PLEASE ARYN. I WOULDN’T BE COMING TO YOU IF I WASN’T DESPERATE AS YOU POINTED OUT. ❞ her voice cracked slightly. ❝ I’LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT IN RETURN. I JUST NEED TO FIND A WAY OUT OF THE KINGDOM WITHOUT THE GUARDS OR MY FATHER’S MEN FINDING OUT. ❞ she clasped her hands in front of her. ❝ YOU’RE THE MOST COMPETENT PERSON I KNOW FOR THE JOB. ❞ maybe flattery would work better?

✧˚ · .   ❝ AUGH, I DREAM ABOUT THAT BLUEBERRY PIE, ❞ drew said wistfully, her voice still playful as she pretended to reminisce over dessert. not that almost everything sofia made wasn’t delicious – drew couldn’t remember a single thing she presented to her that wasn’t the best thing she had ever tasted. ❝ OBVIOUSLY IT WAS YOUR HAND IN IT THAT MADE IT SO GOOD. ❞ drew took a good-sized bite of the pie onto her fork, trusting easily that it would taste good, and hummed as sofia spoke. mention of her new schedule and the wedding preparations was an instant mood-killer, but that wasn’t sofia’s fault. she had been more sparing with her visits down in the kitchens lately and it did cause her a fair bit of guilt. ❝ I’M ALL RIGHT AS I’LL EVER BE, ❞ she answered easily, her expression failing for just a second before she smoothed it over and fit the whole forkful into her mouth. ❝ MM! ❞ she said at once, in the least princess-y manner possible. ❝ YOU’VE DONE IT AGAIN, I THINK! ❞

"not yet, i wanted you to try it first," she said as she inched the plate closer to her and went to grab a fork. the whole castle was buzzing about drew's engagement, and instead of listening to any of it, she baked far too much. it took her mind off of the slight crush that she had on the princess. "best honest. you cannot compare it to that blueberry pie from a short while ago, i still don't know what made it so delicious." the blonde said with a chuckle. as she leaned against the table and grabbed a fork for herself, she let the brunette pick at it first before going in for a piece herself. "... it's been some time since you've been down here. i was starting to think i'd have to eat all my extra desserts by myself." she could only imagine what her schedule looked like now and what it would look like moving forward. "are you doing alright?"

✧˚ · .   was coralie meant to be hiding their true nature from the humans? it hadn’t really occurred to them before now, but it seemed like this human girl before them likely thought that coralie was just that as well – a human girl, that is. the other had been a great help to them so far, and it really would dampen the mood if coralie admitted straight-out that they were the stuff of human legend and this girl dragged them off to be put in chains again. they’d had enough of chains to last many lifetimes already. ❝ I –  ❞ they hesitated a second before finishing, opting for a small truth rather than an outright lie. ❝ I HAVE NEVER KNOWN HUMANS TO BE VERY HELPFUL. ❞ they gave the girl a small smile, if a little teasing. ❝ AND SO FAR YOU SEEM TO BE FRUSTRATING THAT EXPECTATION WELL. ❞

eirinn had noticed the stranger stumbling about in the woods, and she almost avoided them altogether, but there was something compelling about them that drew her in and the girl couldn’t deny her curiosity. she was glad, though cautious, that she’d approached. “what do you mean — wrong?” for all she knew, they’d lived a standard life here. their little town was humble at best, but no different than others she had travelled to, so the observance took her quite off guard. “i’m perhaps a little closed minded to all that exists in the world. some enlightenment might do me good.” and give her the opportunity to prepare for those that may be more threatening than the hidden creature before her.

open to: males / females / nonbinary (mutuals and non-mutuals) muse: zahra rai (she/her, bisexual), exiled queen who was ousted by trusted officials during a political coup plot: your muse has gotten close to zahra during her exile. zahra is in constant danger from rebels and assassins, and your muse will inevitably get caught in the crossfire (maybe already has??)

✧˚ · .  ❝ EVERYWHERE I GO, PEOPLE DIE, ❞ zahra said, taking a step back from the other. her voice was cold, the emotion stripped from it. easier, for both of their sakes. the queen had been having a rough go of it since she was exiled, most of it solitary. she kept looking over her shoulder for the next attack. and while she didn’t necessarily think the other was trying to hurt her, exactly -- she knew that it was inevitable. for her to get hurt and for the other to suffer for it. ❝ YOU SHOULD LEAVE. CALL IT A MERCY. ❞