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Going back to original blog

Hey guys so I know I made this new unarchived blog not too long ago but it's been having glitches. So I will be back at my new home at @strxngandbrxve !!!!!!!!!!

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Isa kept her eyes lowered, blue depths swimming with anxiety. She had never seen the genie as someone to be feared, but in that moment, she couldn’t be more terrified. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she also couldn’t live with this:: with him not knowing how she truly felt. She had never had a crush, never had those feeling for someone, but with Cyrus. . . she just couldn’t help but wonder. . . what if. But of course. . . there were other things she was risking, other things then just a friendship, could she risk that? As a knight, she risked a lot, but could she risk things in her personal life as well? The nerves welled up inside her like the swell of the ocean as the wave crested at its peak. Her chest felt tight, she felt the air leave her, she took in a few short breaths. But, she had to, even if this spelled disaster, she has to. && so, opening her mouth, she spoke, her eyes finally meeting his.

“ Well, you see the. . . the thing is. I wanted to tell you how much I value having you in my life. You have been a very trusted confidant && friend for a while now, &&, well, ehm. . . . . “

She can’t bring herself to say any more, a lump forming in her throat like she swallowed a golf ball, or something that comparable size. Biting her bottom lip, she leans forward, connecting her lips with his very gently, almost like a feather ghosting over them. Her eyes flutter shut, savoring the moment. She pulls away after a few seconds. She feels a small tingle run through her body, but the panic returns as she awaits his reaction.

“ I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, I know. I know it was foolish, something unlike me. I just had to, I have been. . . wanting to for a while, && I just thought. . . I don’t know what I was thinking. You have permission to hate me, well, not permission but if you do I get it. I should probably go. “

with this, she begins the ascent to her feet, feeling like an idiot, but also like a weight had been lifted at the same time.

@tellme-your-wishesthree

" Cyrus, I need to tell you something. "

Curiosity glinted in the depths of his brown eyes, wondering what it could be that Isa had to say. Not that he was against the silence being interrupted with potential conversation in the least.

“What is it, Isa? You know you can tell me anything, what you feel the need to share is always safe with me.”

@vaaliantxvirtuecus

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HEART pounds WILDLY against her chest as she pumps her arms and legs, letting them carry her as she runs, glancing back over her shoulder out of both CURIOSITY && to see if anyone was close on her heels, WAITING for her to STUMBLE && fall.

ASHEN HAIR swings wildly behind her as the wind WHISTLES through the air && TOSSES it about and into her face. SPUTTERING, she tries to keep it out of her eyes && mouth.

….. RUN….. RUN… RUN…. RUN… DON’T STOP…. she CHANTS this in her head, but is struck BREATHLESS when she collides with someone, TUMBLING to the ground due to the MOMENTUM she was going at.

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DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !

❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜

❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜

❛ i will never be without information. ❜

❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜

❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜

❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜

❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜

❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜

❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

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Hello. My name is Hazel Grace Lancaster. And Augustus Waters was the star-crossed love of my life. Ours is an epic love story and I probably won’t be able to get more than a sentence out without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Like all real love stories, ours will die with us, as it should. You know, I’d kind of hoped that he’d be the one eulogizing me, because there is really no one else… Yeah, no, um… I’m not gonna talk about our love story, ‘cause I can’t. So instead I’m gonna talk about math. I’m not a mathematician, but I do know this: There are infinite numbers between zero and one. There’s point one, point one two, point one one two, and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger set of infinite numbers between zero and two or between zero and a million. Some infinities are simply bigger than other infinities. A writer that we used to like taught us that. You know, I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, do I want more days for Augustus Waters than what he got. But Gus, my love, I can not tell you how thankful I am, for our little infinity. You gave me a forever, within the numbered days. And for that I am… I am eternally grateful. I love you so much.

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Screw it

I am gonna make a Hazel Grace, have too many blogs and slowly die. RIP

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HEART pounds WILDLY against her chest as she pumps her arms and legs, letting them carry her as she runs, glancing back over her shoulder out of both CURIOSITY && to see if anyone was close on her heels, WAITING for her to STUMBLE && fall.

ASHEN HAIR swings wildly behind her as the wind WHISTLES through the air && TOSSES it about and into her face. SPUTTERING, she tries to keep it out of her eyes && mouth.

….. RUN….. RUN… RUN…. RUN… DON’T STOP…. she CHANTS this in her head, but is struck BREATHLESS when she collides with someone, TUMBLING to the ground due to the MOMENTUM she was going at.

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Cont. From Here

Isa knew better then the majority of people her age how to conceal her emotions so they never showed. She would bury them so deep beneath the surface that locating them was a process, but accessing && using them would be a feat in itself. However, like any human, they had to come out sometimes, no matter how much you loathed the idea of people seeing you so unlike yourself:: not so strong && sure, but more vulnerable && broken. This time, it came in a way she had no control over: a flashback.

She didn’t know if it was the setting that triggered such a response, or the fact she had just returned from a quest, but the emotion was so raw, && all of a sudden she was catapulted back to where she hated more then anywhere imaginable. As image after image played before her slightly glazed eyes, she could feel her body trembling, just with the weight of remembering that place:: that time. A whine escapes her lips, silent tears trailing down her face:: she wants to scream, she wants to run:: but she is trapped.

She is vaguely aware of the hand near her skin, the hand of a friend or a foe she is not at liberty to justify right now. Her mind is so clouded by the terrifying flashes of memories that she can’t think straight. Far away, she hears a voice, asking if she is okay. The noise is garbled, like being said from underwater or a great distance away. Her mouth opens, but nothing but a sob is permitted from her brain to her lips. The shaking intensifies even more. No, she is not okay:: she is gone, her mind somewhere she cannot reach, && for that she is powerless.

@tellme-your-wishesthree

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Loyalty and devotion lead to bravery.

Bravery leads to the spirit of self-sacrifice.

The spirit of self-sacrifice creates trust in the power of love.

Morihei Ueshiba

Ind. Sel. OC. Around since early 2016. Multi fandom, multi ship.

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How did we get here

How the hell? Pan Left

Close on the steeple of the church.

How did we get here

How the hell?

Christmas

Christmas Eve last year . . .

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injury/torture starter sentences

“One more word and I’ll break your other arm too.” “I know it hurts, but you’re not alone. I’m here for you.” “Will you please tell me who did this to you?” “Something happened to you while you were gone and if you don’t start talking about it you will only sink further and further into this darkness.” “I know what leaves those scars. I’m sorry. Nobody should have to go through that torture.” “Which do you prefer? Your tongue or your eyes?” “My whole life I’ve been searching for someone willing to endure my torture… Evidently I got impatient.” “You have something I want. Give it to me and I will let you go. It’s that simple.” “Why I’m doing this to you? There is no why… I just like it.” “Don’t cry, darling, I’m still your best friend. This doesn’t change anything.” “Please don’t panic, it’s just a small knife.” “Shut up– SHUT UP! I can’t think with all your screaming!” “You’re dying. Oh my god, you’re dying! That wasn’t supposed to happen!” “If you don’t tell me what’s been happening to you, you leave me no choice but to leave you.” “Why won’t you talk to me about what happened? You’ve had the same blank look in your eyes for weeks.” “Where did that scar come from? You didn’t have that before the holiday, did you?” “I want you to take this knife and make a nice, long cut in your own skin.” “Beg for your life, if you want it. I will spare you if your pleads satisfy me.” “I don’t know whether I’m going to kill you or not. You think I have that much self-control? Ha! You’re cute.” “Tell me what you know and the pain will stop, I promise.”

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Bleary eyes fight valiantly to stay open & & alert, causing them to sting immensely with the effort of it all. Seeing the sword used for training purposes coming towards , she ducks just in time not to be whacked by the blunt end. She shuts her eyes for the briefest moment, giving her ocular some form of relief. Unfortunately, this was not the right move to make, as the sword swings at her, effectively knocking her back & & off her feet. Lying in the grass, she groans, not from the pain but from being so stupid && letting down her guard so easily.

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Gentle hands CARD through the other’s SILKY smooth strands, REPEATING the motion in a somewhat REPETITIVE but not at all robotic way ;; the action holds NOTHING less of the wish to convey comfort, Valerie’s motherly INSTINCT taking a hold of her full force.

“ Hush now, sweetheart. All is fine now. You are safe here. ”

she ASSURES the other, a gentle smile STARTING to form on her lips, the back of her hand CARESSING their cheek with a feather like touch.

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Send 🌼 to put a flower in my muse's hair!

Specify what kind of flower!

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Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

Nightmares

Humanity

Guardian

Torture

Insanity

Slaughter

Order

Morality

Loyalty

Promise

Betrayal

Epiphany

Apathy

Memories

Loss

Lies

Death

Love

Plans

Pawns

revenge

Monster

Time

Waiting

Laugh

Trend

Alliance

Natural

Pretence

Urge

Impression

Critic

Accent

Stranger

Judgement

Delirious

Instinct

Damage

Illusion

End

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"What? No goodbye kiss?"

Wʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴɢsᴛʏ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇs

She looked so dainty, laying in the bed, the one with the stark-white sheets that are astringent no matter how many times they are washed, the cotton stiff && not very comfortable to lie upon. Well, this is how it would be in the real world, but in Underland, even the hospital beds were adorned with the finest linens, the Queen wanting all to be comfortable and to feel cared about enough to have sheets that would not irritate the skin: she said that that tender love && care was part of the reason that patients got better faster. Isa couldn’t agree more, since all they did in hospitals in reality would just stick someone in a room, && hope they got better. People would visit them, give them medicine, but ultimately the person was alone for the majority of the day. Even though Mirana had a kingdom to reign over, she would daily visit the wing to see how everyone was doing. But this was the only bed Isa truly cared about. Sure, she loved all the citizens of Underland && would protect them with a passion, but right now that fire was dimmed, like someone doused it. There lay an angel, her blond hair forming a very fitting halo about her head, eyes half lidded:: she was badly injured :: && it was all Isa’s fault. She should have been quicker, she should have insisted they turn back before the first thrust of the sword:: she should have, for once, retreated. . . but she didn’t && now Kaz was hurt. She should have told her no when she asked to go on patrol with Isa, but Isa could not, and did not say no.

She was still fully dressed, her chest plate on her chest, the sword hanging loosely from the sheath at her hip. She is leaning on the wall, her eyes watching the bed. She abandoned her post, but she was too worried to care for once. Biting down on her lower lip, she has to stifle her tear ducts when the blonde speaks, her voice but a whisper.

“ Of course, I almost forgot. I’m sorry. “

she atones, standing erect to her full height, and leaning down to lay a chaste kiss on the lips the other, her cheeks becoming damp as she does.

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Her jaw was set into a determined position, her demeanor taking on that of a more solemn quality then before. Her eyes bore into the others, adopting a steel quality to them. Her speech is clipped & measured, informing them their was no room for negotiation.

“ I am going. I have a duty I need to uphold and I need to do this. You will stay here, where it is safe. “

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