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can you help me decide muses from my multi that should be single blog muses, you can vote more than once :)
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i’ve decided a multi is too much work for me i function much better on single muse blogs so i can organize my dash and everything much better, so if you guys can help me out that would be much appreciated
can you help me decide muses from my multi that should be single blog muses, you can vote more than once :)
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hey everyone, I have been mainly over at my Lizzie blog (@sltzetic) since she is who i have had the most muse for, i will probably overhaul and drop all threads and start new ones with people so we can all start on a fresh playing field, I miss all my cutie pies but with the stress I’ve been under lately I needed to go to just a single muse for a while. So if you want to follow Lizzie to keep up with me and my writing till I am back over here at least part time, feel free, if not I hope you’ll stick around for when I return here. Hopefully in the next couple weeks I will be back here
#/ trying to find a job on campus thatll help with tuition is stressful#/ i cant give up my degree or living here in the usa rn but it is so hard#/ and scary#/ if anyone can spare a thought or prayer for me that'd be appreciated
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❝ 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ❞
~ 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐧
independent canon divergent heretic Lizzie Saltzman Forbes
beloved by Hallie (22+)
crossover, oc, and canon friendly
promo template by @tsarinasource
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drafts are going to hopefully be started and posted tonight/this weekend
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❝𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞❞
~ 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐧
independent canon divergent Lizzie Saltzman
beloved by Hallie (22+)
crossover, oc, and canon friendly
promo template by @tsarinasource
#〔 self promotion 〕maybe you’d like this it’s me if you didn’t know#messing around over here after dinner
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Call my muse by their full name, see how they respond.
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she needs something to do with her hands. she can’t just sit still and do nothing, the label on the bottle is now out of the question so she takes to tracing random shapes onto the top of the table with her now paint chipped nails. "i understand the importance of the mission,“ her voice is clipped, a hint of anger there in the words because she does. she does understand. she’s understood the importance for years, even as a child she’d been told that the mission comes first. "doesn’t it bother you. that you’ve gone from being a weapon used by the red room to being a weapon used by the avengers?” her gaze lifts, eyes locking on those of her sister. because that’s what natasha is, what she’s always been. yelena has always looked up to her and always will; but that doesn’t mean she agrees with the path that she’s taken. "why do you do it? why did you forget our family just to replace them with a band of heroes?“
She meant to sting. And she did. Yelena may not have been aware of how sharp her tongue was, or how it affected Natasha when it came at her. For her, Natasha didn’t see herself as a weapon for the Avengers, but in Yelena’s eyes, it definitely did. It was hard sometimes to always be able to go into a battle blind, know that she was meant to be the strong arm, aside from Cap that was, and take the final blow. She was nothing more than a pawn in some missions, others she was the only one at the front line. There were parts of being an Avenger, or an ex-SHIELD member, that Yelena didn’t fully know or understand. “𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.” Her voice attempted to stay strong, yet, it faltered on the word different. Her shoulders sunk as she let the words seep in, but then brushing them to the side. A strong facade. That was what she had to present forward, how she always had to be. Emotionless, a clean slate. Ready for anything. “𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞.”
#〔 natasha 〕The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me. Slightly#〔 natasha / verse : black widow film 〕I blew all my covers. I gotta go figure out a new one#storiedwords
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❖ ┊ ❛ if i wanted help, i would have asked. ❜ // @tolleraresubire, lydia.
❛ i’ll just let you die next time then, ❜ comes the disgruntled retort as golden hues fade to their usual cocoa colour. ( honestly, how quickly she’s forgotten just how ungrateful people in beacon hills are ! ) ❛ —- save myself the hassle, ❜ she continues, nose scrunching as her shirt is lifted slightly upwards to inspect the damage of a set of claws she’d taken to her hip. healing. ❛ i guess it’s nice to know you still haven’t learned your lesson when playing with wolves in the years it’s been since we last spoke…❜ old habits die hard, she supposes. god, she hates this place. she hates the people too. most of them, anyway.
Lydia and Cora always had a tumultuous relationship. Certainly they could be a little kinder to one another, but they also were always at odds with one another. Never listening, always trying to be the smartest in the room. “𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.” The auburn banshee grunted as she started picking up the shattered crystal pieces on the floor, glass everywhere from her failings. “𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞.” Trying to find the pack was hard, and Lydia was trying every trick in the book. “𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.” A roll of her emerald eyes and forcing herself up, she looked at Cora seriously. “𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?”
#〔 lydia 〕It’s just easier for me to push people away because I’ve never been good to make people stay#〔 lydia / verse : main 〕Someone tried to strangle me. And I survived. I don’t need to hide that#horrorbestowed
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Matthew startled when he realised there was someone else in the dining room, but then quickly composed himself and opened one of his smiles at Tessa. “Oh, hello, Aunt Tessa, you are looking lovely as always today as well.” He commented, always the charmer, but he always genuinely liked seeing Tessa or any of the Herondales. He looked past her at the liquor cabinet, where he had been hoping to find himself a refill, but he didn’t want to admit that to her, so he just refocused on her face and continued smiling as if nothing had happened. “Perfectly peachy, though I have to admit I am starving. I’ve been to see James and he entrusted me with procuring us dinner and bringing some of it up to his room, if that is okay?” The honeyed lie slipped out easily.
There was an air of falsity around them, tension that wasn’t tight but was definitely a strain around them. “𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝,” a bow from her head as her eyebrow raised in interest. Matthew always had a way with words, and he was definitely using them to his advantage. She noticed where his eyes darted, she knew her home like the back of her hand, but she also knew not to call someone out on their personal struggles. Not unless they come to her themselves. She let it slide, knowing that she’d keep an eye on the cabinet overnight. “𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.” She handed him two plates, her eyes narrowed in. “𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐫. 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.” Her words being somewhat stern was an indication she didn’t fully believe him, but would let him go.
#〔 tessa 〕Men may be stronger but it is women who endure#〔 tessa / verse : TLH 〕Even if one half of her heart was gone forever the other half was still here#aestheticdriven
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“not everyone wants to play hero.” she whirls around the face the other, blonde wisps of hair collecting in her eyes so she bats them away with a frustrated huff of a breath. "you can say it’s pointless as much as you want but for me? it’s not pointless. it’s a way i can make things right and that might mean nothing to you but it means something to me - it’s something i can do instead of just - just sitting around, twiddling my thumbs and hoping that everything works out in the end. blood money? i don’t care. blood is blood, money is money - " her shoulders shrug, too nonchalantly for someone her age talking about revenge and blood and murder. "widows are good at one thing and that’s spilling blood.“
“𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.” Kate was getting irritated. Sure she could blow a short fuse, go off on the Russian and then seriously pay for it later. Or she could take a deep breath and work it out. “𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.” Her words spat slightly as she pushed her bangs out of her eyes. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞.” She started to back away, Yelena’s opinion wasn’t going to change. “𝐈 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐈𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.” Her footsteps were slow, wanting to see if the widow would follow her up on her offer.
#storiedwords#〔 KATE 〕CAN YOU SIGN MY BOW ?#〔 KATE / VERSE : POST-HAWKEYE 〕I REALLY THOUGHT I COULD BE ONE OF THEM
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Of course her pa did. She shrugged a little though. “It’s a free country now.” there was dark humour to her tone. Was it too soon for captivity jokes? Probably, but that didn’t stop her. “It’s your home as much as mine isn’t it?” the pirate looked to the blonde shrugging lightly before perching herself on the rail of the ship. “Pa, he kept a picture of you, well a sketch he did. It was pretty close to a perfect likeness actually.” She couldn’t be sure if Harry or Ceej ever seen it, but she had. She was pretty, she could see why her pa had fallen for her. “I expected you to be a lot older.” she admitted. Her pa didn’t really age after all thanks to Neverland and it had been twenty years the pair were seperated, the blonde had to have been a teen when she met her pa.
Emma wasn’t entirely taken aback by the attitude that was coming off of Harriet. It wasn’t exactly like they were family, or that they were buddies. Emma was a new face, a new body on the Roger, and something completely different to what Harriet grew up with. “𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬.” She tried to chuckle back, but Emma knew that her attempt was fleeting. “𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭.” She wasn’t a fan of how she grew up in Auradon, pampered wasn’t her strong suit and Emma was ready for a change. “𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐈 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨.” Her words soft as she tucked flying blonde locks behind her ear. “𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮?” She wasn’t sure how to entirely respond to the comment on her age, Hook and her met and fell in love young, it did wonders for her. “𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞.”
#〔 emma 〕People will tell you who you are your whole life / You just gotta punch back and say no this is who I am#〔 emma / verse : descendants 〕I just wish the world was lovely and happy again#acourtcfmuses
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Julia wouldn’t lie, it would feel weird calling the elder royalty by their name instead of their title.’ It was easier with the royals her age given shed went to school with some, but the likes of Snow? She was an icon. Her story was still told in schools, and her work to create a more equal Auradon? That was something Julia had been following for a while. “As you wish, Snow.” She smiled as the Queen listed off how she could help. The task wouldn’t e difficult. HSe helped run her father’s bookstore; she was used to taking inventory. So the task was easy enough, taking inventory of the animals in the hospital and what treatment they were receiving and provide back a detailed itemised listing to the Queen. “It’s a lot of work, but it’s doable, I promise. I will likely need help with the second part of your request, about making sure the animals aren’t snuck out before getting the right care. But I know someone who I can ask to help me look into that.”
When someone asked Snow to help, she typically gave out a list a little too long, and after time she learnt that not everyone can do everything by themselves. Certainly she would do it herself, but she had her hands still tied with Emma and her magic lessons, that trying to help the rest of Auradon was difficult but doable. Having another set of hands like Julia would help more than anyone could have known. “𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.” She wasn’t a stuffy old royal, but still so active in the community sometimes Snow herself forgot her own place in the hierarchy. “𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝? 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.”
#〔 SNOW 〕PRINCESS OR PRINCESS YOU DECIDE#〔 SNOW / VERSE : DESCENDANTS 〕IF TRUE LOVE WAS EASY WE’D ALL HAVE IT#acourtcfmuses
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&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( we love angst on this blog, what can we say. here’s some more dialogue prompts for you. a warning for potentially triggering themes below. )
❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜
❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜
❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜
❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜
❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜
❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜
❛ the less you know, the better. ❜
❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜
❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜
❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜
❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜
❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜
❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜
❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜
❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜
❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜
❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜
❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜
❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜
❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜
❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜
❛ is this what you think love is? ❜
❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜
❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜
❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜
❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜
❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜
❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜
❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜
❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜
❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜
❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜
❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜
❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜
❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜
❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜
❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜
❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜
❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜
❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜
❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜
❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜
❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜
❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜
❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜
❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜
❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜
❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜
❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜
❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜
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&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( various fluffy dialogue prompts so soft, so sweet, just for you! )
❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜
❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜
❛ you got me flowers? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜
❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜
❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜
❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜
❛ it’s better with you here. ❜
❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜
❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜
❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜
❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜
❛ i knew you would be here. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜
❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜
❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜
❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜
❛ is that my shirt? ❜
❛ this is a good look for you. ❜
❛ pinky promise? ❜
❛ c’mere, you. ❜
❛ honey, i’m home! ❜
❛ you remembered? ❜
❛ you’re my family too. ❜
❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜
❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜
❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜
❛ was that your first kiss? ❜
❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜
❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜
❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜
❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜
❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜
❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜
❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜
❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜
❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜
❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜
❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜
❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜
❛ you feel like home to me. ❜
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Take me back to before I knew what MoM was about to do to me
#munday#〔 ooc pictures 〕quick avert your eyes it will burn like the elephant's foot#/ I loved my makeup when I saw MoM#/ and obvs I HAD to be in Wanda colors#/ my wife was also#/ she had a black and red dress on also
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the cancellation of legacies is only fueling my fire to make an au lizzie
#〔 ooc chats 〕If I had a world of my own everything would be nonsense#just ignore me#i have so much to do in the next few weeks#I don't know if ill be able to do this too#i may#I don't know yet
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