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Therese’s hands fumbled with the frills of her dress, trying to give herself something to do with her hands - because just listening to Dominika speak made her want to reach out and hold the other woman and tell her everything was going to be okay. Though the Russian princess had already pulled away from her once, and she was unsure if she was willing to face rejection once again - especially since she knew not everyone was particularly fond of a hug.
“I’m sorry Dominika-…” Therese began, looking down at her fumbling hands as she spoke. “About Vesna…and about your mother. Life would certainly be easier if we were able to make our own decisions and I do hope you find a way to not feel stuck in the situation your are now in.”
“ i can only hope she does…” the words were so low, one could barely hear them, as the princess stared down at the rustic tile below their feet. her mind was so clouded by doubt, of either situation –– it was almost as if things just simply could not work out for her. was she so ridden with such luck, that everything she touched simply went awry? it was difficult to think positively when everything just somehow went wrong.
“ i -… do not even know. i can hardly fend for myself, if i am frank. perhaps, the notion of fleeing is simply a fantasy too far to obtain.” the blonde sighed, for she knew fleeing would not help with anything at all.
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“Ah-…well everyone has their way of throwing festivities I suppose,” Pietro replied with a shrug of his shoulders. As silly as this masquerade may seem, it was a nice change given all that had been happening. It was sort of a ‘take what you can get’ situation. Maybe it was not the type of party many may have wished for, but it was a good distraction at least. “I’m indifferent to them really…but my brother had always taught me it is best to make an appearance - even if you do not plan to stay for very long,” he pointed out. He frowned for a moment; lost in a memory of he and his brother at one of these things, before he was brought back to the present. Pietro chuckled at Mathilde’s ultimatum. “You may do as you please. I myself might do the same, if there is little to interest me here,” he added before taking her hand in his own and leading her to the dance floor. He did his best to match what the others were doing on the floor; all the while, making his way towards the bar with Mathilde.
“ think of it with a negative connotation.” she quickly blurted back, while looking at her surroundings, clearly judging every bit of the masquerade. “ if it weren’t for your kindness, i would have not thought it twice –– sitting as an onlooker is my particular trait, you see. i have never quite liked balls.” mathilde had ever been keen with events such as these, if anything she despised them, and that was clear to see. “ i will only accept your offer, if you allow me to drink as much as i can. there is no way i will last the night sober, if i must confess.” the blonde hesitantly looked at his hand, before placing it before the other. “ truce?”
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"That's easier said than done," Therese replied with a nervous laugh. She glanced around the room, eyes searching in hopes of finding the familiar face of the one person she couldn't help but wish to dance with. A moment later, her eyes fell on the person beside her again. "Do you not think they will judge? With me being dressed like this-..." she began, gesturing towards herself and the masculine outfit she wore. "I imagine even if I were to take my hat off and let my hair down, people will laugh for you choosing to dance with someone who is not as lady like as others," she pointed out.
“ hey, there is no need to stress.” theodore reasurred her, attentively shifting his focus on the other. it was clear to him, they needed the support at the moment. perhaps it was not a grand gesture to him, dancing, since he had previously danced with many since an early age –– but he did understand how overwhelming it could be. “ no one is obliging you to dance, right? because if so, i will change their minds myself.”
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Jasper's body grew tense as his mind was brought back to the day of their parents deaths and the days following. The idea of the doctors being involved; those same doctors who told him he was mad - it brought a sickness to his stomach. Hands roamed his jacket, searching for his container of cigarettes. He took one out, and offered one to his brother. "I would have believed you without proof-..." he mumbled out in response as he brought the cigarette up and held it between his lips before reaching out to grab a nearby candle that he could use the light the end of it. Once the cigarette was lit, Jasper took a few drags and spoke again. "What are we to do with this information now? Surely the people will believe you over me - and someone can finally pay for our mother and fathers death."
" for all we know the doctors have played their part in it . . . " he dismissed the mention of what the doctors have said about their parents. " our father had gained backlash with his desire to join the french in an alliance, the more I thought of it -- the more it made sense to me. I needed to see the evidence with my own eyes before i let it be known . . when i came back from denmark , I had to avoid catching anyone's eye. if i let you know you know without proof then it what would have been for nothing. " he answered honestly to his twin. " i didn;t want anyone else to take the fall for my actions - "
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Halden paused for a moment, attempting to think of a response that wouldn't turn this conversation sideways. Except it was practically already there, and while he had initially been willing to try and push aside his feelings revolving around what happened between the two of them, the way he responded to the simple mention of Theo brought his blood to a boil. He rolled his eyes, “You want to know what-…He’s a good friend, and so what if I bring him up? What did you expect? For me to sit around mopping until you finally decided to start talking to me again?” he snapped, before taking a long swig from his bottle of liquor. “You may be keen on the idea of being left alone, but I quite enjoy others company and yes that includes Theo’s!”
Halden removed his hand from Jakob’s wrist and waved it in the air, gesturing towards the door. “Fine, go ahead - do what you do best and leave…Should have expected no less from you honestly.”
that was a good point that he made, and he conceded. neither of them valued other opinions, but in a sense jakob had to be weary of them. it was a sensitive manner while rising to the throne -- and it's not necessarily their opinion of him that mattered, it was their ill-intentioned thoughts. especially where the nobles are bare just as much guilt as his uncle -- if his theory is correct and that he didn't act alone. but now his thoughts were distracted in what was pleasant -- but turned sour rather quick. " a joke made about someone you've only known for how long ? " his tone was laced with contempt of the idea. the hand on his wrist made him hesitate for just a moment as he stared at him directly.
" i don't think that would be wise." he told him, " perhaps my idealism will be the death of me., wouldn't you agree? "
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"Since when have I ever cared what my country thinks?" Halden asked. He had lived his life how he saw fit, and there were plenty of things about him that his country might not agree with, at least if he stood by Jakob's side it would be with someone he knew he could trust. He could not help the widening of his smile when he heard that the other missed him too. Though any joy that had filled the room seemed to leave as quickly as it came. "It was a joke-..." he mumbled out in response. Halden placed his glass down beside Jakob's, instead settling for just drinking straight out of the bottle. "Don't-..." he began, reaching out to grab the others wrist to stop him from leaving. "Don't do that. Come on, have a drink with me. Don't leave."
There is a hesitance in his reaction to halden voicing his offense to his uncertainty on the subject. Many things have actually gotten in the way of them, and that included themselves. “ but there are some things that could implicate you, could ruin your own stance with your country . . . what if my choices would have made denmark reconsider its alliance to England ? “ he asked with raised brows, but there was a soft laugh. “ I've missed you as well … “ When he did take the glass, his hand tightened around the neck of the glass. The smile faded from his lips when the name was brought up once again , “ that's the second time that you've said his name. “ Jakob couldn't help himself from letting the statement leave his lips. “ perhaps it would be best if I had a drink elsewhere. “ he murmured as he set the glass to the side. “ I've suddenly lost my desire for company. “
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"The fact that you think you have to ask me that offends me," Halden replied, they had been friends for far too long to let anything come between them. Hell just a short while ago he had still been angry at Jakob for cutting him out, and now look at them - they were talking as if they were almost themselves again. "Necessary or not...it still hurts, I'm just glad we are able to talk like this again. I missed my friend." At Jakob's reply, Halden grabbed two glasses from the drawer below where he kept the liquor before walking back towards his friend. A smile played at the corner of his lips as he held the hand with the glasses in them out for Jakob to take one. "Maybe Theo is right...maybe I am a bad influence," he said with a laugh.
He allowed himself to offer a smile at his attempt to comfort him and honestly it did ease some of the weight that had been lifted. It helped tremendously to know that he hadn't pushed the people that he trusted the most too far from his reach. “ will you ? Well I hope you won't regret that, it is rumored that madness runs in my bloodline. “ he inquired cheekily with raised eyebrows. “ but that is a relief to hear, hopefully it will not be in vain. Any trouble that has been made, I promise, was necessary. “ jakob assured him, but couldn't out the details … as much as he trusted him – could he really implicate him with the treason he committed? The offer for liquor was definitely one that he would not pass on, “ you had me at akyavit. “
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Halden squeezed Jakob’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, not knowing what to say to make things better or if there even was anything that could be said, except for - “I’m sorry.” Halden frowned, he didn’t want Jakob to think he didn’t believe him - he just didn’t want the other to dig themselves into a hole they could not get out of. “I will believe whatever it is you believe. It is not my place to make assumptions, I just don’t want you to cause unnecessary problems for yourself.” Halden hesitantly stepped away from Jakob, walking towards the cabinet in his room where he stored the liquor he had brought from Denmark. He was running low, but he was willing to share with an old friend - especially when it was clear he had far worse troubles than him at the moment. “You sure you do not want some akvavit to ease your mind?” he asked, uncapping the glass bottle.
the fact that he appeared to believe him was everyhiing. the reaction felt similar to his own - a process that he had to endure to grasp ahold of it. jakob also couldn't find the words, but he also spoke against how jasper could be hallucinating such things -- which is his ultumate regret rather than actually considering them. the psychical contact actually brought him back from his anxiousness -- but his words brought about a seriousness within himself. " his familt is meant to be our own , shouldn't that count for anything ? " he cuntered with a conviction. there was a time where he loved his uncle and couldn't see him ever ignoring him or his brother . " I am positive." hes stated firmely. " you are free to have your doubts, but I' ve considered my brother's point of view . . .. and the things i've witness are very likely. i don't expect you to believe in me. ' he sisn't move away from from the contact, making eye contact with him. " I have been teetering with te concept ... back and forth -- time and time again . . . I can only hope that i am right .. "
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"No...they were sick. It was just stories created by my-..." Jasper waved towards his head as he spoke, though even as he said the words he hardly believe him himself. "The doctor said-..." The eldest prince crossed his arms tightly over his chest, trying to ignore the swarming thoughts that swam around his head while also wondering why Jakob finally decided to agree with him. "Why now? Why do you believe what I said now?" he asked desperately. If his brother believed him and what he had seen; wasn't at all in his head like everyone was telling him than maybe he wasn't as crazy as people made him out to be. He shook his head at Jakob's question. "I have barely talked to anyone...why?"
“ you were speaking your truth, what else could you have done ? Mother and father didn't deserve what happened to them. “ he attempted to reassure his brother. “ we can't waste time on what could have changed things, this is the hand we were dealt,” and perhaps his words should have made him hesitate but they didn't have that affect. “ everything is as they should be . . . isn't it ? So I would like to believe that it wasn't for naught – “ although there was something that troubled him that he wasn't saying. “ I despise going about it the way I did, I should have never distanced myself. “ there was a moment where he felt silent. " have you spoken to our cousin ? "
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Halden thought over the words in his head as Jakob spoke them. He did not know the his uncle - other than some stories that he might of heard of the years. For once, Halden found himself speechless - instead allowing the other to vent about the troubles that had ailed him. When he was finally done, the Danish prince finally spoke up. "I am sorry I thought you had pulled away for foolish reasons," he said, allowing himself to take a few steps towards Jakob again. Gently he placed his hand on the others shoulder, "And if what you say is true, then at least karma caught up to him," he pointed out. "But even in death - these stories could haunt his family...I do not want to play devils advocate, but I feel like I must-..." he began, reaching his other free hand up and tapping the side of Jakob's head as he spoke. "Are you sure you have enough proof to know it was in fact him that killed your parents, and not Jasper's stories messing with your head."
the air in the room felt less tense when jakob allowed some of the truth to fall from his lips. and now that halden can have a better look at his predicament . . . it allowed for an explanation that it wasn't for nothing. pulling away from him wasn't something he wanted to do. it felt like something he had to do. " yes. on his own ? absolutely not. he certainly wasted no time to take my father's place . . . it wasn't his to take. and jasper's words had no weight while I wasn't there for the fall out of it all. he fed his children lies, that they were to be the heirs of the throne. as if my parents bloodline didn't exist. how can that not be suspicious? " he pointed it out candidly before allowing himself to sigh. " i didn't feel i had much of a choice but to keep my distance. i wasn't so sure of myself and what to make of it. ."
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Cephalopod, Crustacean, and Shellfish Headcanon Questions
Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.
CW: Food
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Peacock Mantis Shrimp: How is your muse's eyesight? Good? Bad? Fair?
Common Limpet: Does your muse have an unpopular opinion on something?
Antarctic Krill: How available is your muse for helping others?
Colossal Squid: What is your muse clinging to?
Broadclub Cuttlefish: Does your muse hide parts of themself from others?
Colorful Hermit Crab: How sought after is your muse? Can people not get enough of them?
American Oyster: Is your muse easily manipulated?
White Shrimp: What does a typical night in look like for your muse?
Acorn Barnacle: Does your muse give up easily or are they ride or die?
Tiger Prawn: What does your muse do to show off?
Kisslip Cuttlefish: Is your muse stylish?
Dumbo Octopus: What is a subject your muse pretends to know a great deal about but doesn't actually know much about?
Hawaiian Bobtail Squid: What is a subject your muse just cannot understand?
Queen Conch: Is your muse prone to stealing?
Flamingo Tongue: What does your muse think about animal prints?
Striped Pyjama Squid: What does your muse wear to bed most often?
American Horseshoe Crab: How resilient is your muse?
Shortfin Squid: Is your muse considered tall or short for their age?
Blue-Ringed Octopus: What is your muse's main toxic trait?
Flamboyant Cuttlefish: Does your muse like to dress up?
Atlantic Blue Crab: Is your muse grumpy in the mornings or are they a morning person? Do they run on coffee?
King Crab: What is your muse known for?
Geoduck: Is your muse a foodie?
Chambered Nautilus: What is something your muse collects?
Giant Pacific Octopus: What is one thing your muse will run from every time?
Vampire Squid: What are your muse's defense mechanisms?
Decorator Crab: If your muse is hurting, how do they handle it? This can be physical, emotional, or mental pain.
Humboldt Squid: What makes your muse a smooth operator?
Caribbean Spiny Lobster: What is a valuable piece of knowledge to get close to your muse?
Caribbean Reef Octopus: What is your muse's least favorite color?
Giant Triton: Is your muse a good listener?
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Snake Themed Character Questions
Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.
CW: Food Mention, Snakes
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Green Anaconda: What is the most exaggerated feature of your muse?
Inland Taipan: Does your muse hold grudges?
Coral Snake: What toxic traits is your muse aware they have? Do they try to hide them?
Banded King Snake: What is a misconception about your muse?
Corn Snake: Does your muse enjoy cooking, baking, or another food-related hobby?
Black Adder: How does your muse handle negative emotions?
Emerald Boa: What is your muse's favorite feature about themself?
Vine Snake: Is your muse judgemental? Do they let people speak for themselves or do they assume things based on their appearance/etc?
Hognose: What is the cutest thing your muse does for themself? What about for others?
Leaf Nose: Is your muse sensitive about anything regarding their appearance?
Frog-Eating Rat Snake: What is your muse's hygiene like?
Rattle Snake: What does your muse do when they are warning someone to stop engaging with them?
Copperhead: Is your muse dangerous? In what way(s)?
Cottonmouth: How comfortable is your muse in the water? Can they swim or do they sink like a rock?
Blunt-Headed Tree Snake: Has your muse ever been bullied for something? If so, what and how did they react?
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Cristela s.1 x e.1: Pilot
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Halden knew that hadn't been what Jakob meant. His words were an attempt to; to make light of the situation, but clearly whatever was bothering his friend was far more than jokes could resolve. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, he imagined Jakob had been through quite a lot recently. As angry as he was that the other had pulled away from him, maybe he shouldn't be so hard on him either. Especially since he had just informed him that he had distanced himself from his own brother as well. That mixed with the fact that his parents and uncle were now dead, his brother was sick, and he had the duty of becoming King to worry about - that was enough to do a number on anyone. Halden opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it as Jakob continued. The Danish princes brows lifted in surprise, "Why would he have-...Could you really imagine him doing that to his own flesh and blood?"
" not the reason for us being in greece, for god's sake, i meant the reason for why there's distance between us, and you're not the only one, jasper as well. " he wished that he could have contained himself better, and kept the moment between them as it was. but there was something much more grim happening that the other didn't know about. and he carried that burden alone, and perhaps he deserved that impending loss of sanity. he always ran because in his reality -- it was the logical thing to do. but he remained where he was. " when i did that i thought i was protecting the both of you. i had every reason to believe that my uncle was behind my parents murder . . . i wanted to investigate it, to find out the truth when i learned there was no contest for the throne. . " his voice trailed off as he mulled over his words in his head now. " call me mad myself, but the evidence to his theories were substantial . . . "
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"I have come to realize that being normal is rather boring anyways," Halden replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He watched Jakob far more than he had wanted to but continued to keep his distance and remain in the bedroom doorway. It had been so long since they had seen each other that; as foolish as it may seem, Halden wanted to keep this moment engrained in his memory because honestly he wasn't sure when he would be able to talk to the other again. He liked to think the two of them could find a way back to what they were before, but he could tell just by looking at Jakob that the chances of that were slim to none. There was something bothering the other, that much he could tell - and when things got tough for Jakob, he always took that as an opportunity to flea. At least that was how Halden had read him over the years. "I hardly think you're the reason we are in Greece or why we were in Italy," Halden scoffed, running his hand anxiously through his disheveled hair before pushing himself to walk a tiny bit closer to the other - but still maintaining a safe distance. "Than tell me! I'm more sober now and all ears. So please help me understand."
There's a ghost of a smile at his response, although it was very brief. Words haven't been spoken into existence, but he most definitely felt less like himself every passing day while he let himself carry on in silence. How much longer until he just spills over from the brim ? When halden vanished into the bedroom , he averted his gaze to the wall. A soft chuckle sounded on is lips as he turned his gaze, in just enough time to catch halden in the doorway. “ no, normal has never defined us, has it ? “ but he allowed himself to listen to him, but he instinctively shook his head, there's a flash of guilt that he could not contain, and he hesitated again for a moment. “ you're being far too gracious. How is it I deserve more when i'm the reason we're here in the first place? You don't understand . . . “ he started to say but he stopped himself for the third time in that short period of time. his heart was raising from the rise of emotion. he has always been more susceptible to anger, especially when it is directed at himself. there is only two people he could ever be candid with, he wasn't sure what to do.
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