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anyone wanna write on discord? 👀

#offers a cookie #i could make us a server rq before i hop in bed

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new outfit, NEW OUTFIT

#she's rambling again. ( out of character ) #hotd // #large image //

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darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

#WRITING PROMPTS.

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𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 & 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 kinds of powerful. two different kinds of evil, & to include herself in this was something, some thousand years prior, that would make her stomach turn. she is evil, in her own way, but not completely. humanity still clings to her bones, inside her chest she holds a tender heart with the sensibilities of a woman who’s loved & desires to be loved. wanda, once upon a time, was a mother like his lady jessica & in this she dares to understand the woman’s ends of making her child a god. alia might not be much different once she’s older. but, softness aside, she is all the more stronger. dangerous. deadly. even moreso, she dare think inwardly with zero doubts, than this man before her. he who was a man made god, who through prophecy set up for him has gained the entire known universe under his thumb. & she, little to his knowledge, a nexus being with magical abilities. her potential practically limitless. ❛ i assure you, the stories your mother told you & the histories in books tell no ounce of falsehood. ❜ wanda knew her strength & it was something she carried proudly ! ❛ though, this intrigues me. what has your mother told you ? what do the histories record of me ? ❜

paul is more than curious about her. curiosity, in whatever form, gives off a certain smell. underneath his flesh, honed ears can hear the thud of paul's heart steadily. eyes baring into her, looking over every inch, did he find her as beautiful & alluring as the others ?

fingers halt, in their blackened ink stained flesh, playing with her rings as the emperor continues. then, he mentions the want for a demonstration of power & wanda can’t help herself the amused glint of teeth in a grin. dimples press into tender flesh of her cheeks, ❛ i’d be more than happy to, ❜ of course, wanda won’t showcase the full range of her abilities. it isn’t that she finds paul untrustworthy, but it never hurts to air on the side of caution until he proves him. ❛ though, when the time comes, his majesty might need grant me permission to showcase my true fighting ability. which would entail. . serious bodily harm or death to some willing, or unwilling, participants. ❜ her grin persists at the idea. tilting her head slightly, she’s having never left his face or his blues, she asks: ❛ what would the emperor like to see first ? ❜

[ * @kwsatz continued from here ! ]

#kwsatz #muse: wanda maximoff #dune verse tbt #guys pls stop this tension (dont stop the tension. im thriving.)

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@kwsatz thinking hard on her subtle, quiet defiance even on their wedding

weddings in period dramas

The White Princess

Elizabeth of York & Henry VII

#visage: irulan corrino #re: irulan & paul #kwsatz

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like this for smth with 'green win' au / older helaena targaryen? :eyes:

#she's rambling again. ( out of character ) #THINKING ABT HER

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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌, someone so full of imagination & life. it hadn’t mattered to willy the set backs, the mishaps, he faced when trying to achieve his dream & to milly it was admirable. milly who had her own tender sprite that yearned for something more, something sprinkled with magic, had gravitated toward him. as unlikely as they were—she loved the way he made her smile, the way willy mystified those around him with his creations & his spark. ( she, the eldest daughter of four. she, who tended to her sisters as if they were her own. motherless, burdened with responsibility. a check list for what life needed to be without considering her own happiness in the process. willy could change that, he was . . )

eyes glance at @slashaer with a creeping grin on her lips. expression questioning, accusingly at what he might have planned up his sleeve.

❛ for me ? i’ve said you needn’t spend so many resources on me, willy ! ❜ though she protests in words, he would know milly would appreciate any gift given to her. especially from him. sighing, in a way they concedes to his request, the woman does just that. opens her hand, closes her eyes, sits in anticipation. ❛ whatever could you have made for me ? ❜ asked feeling empty open palm.

it's something he's been working on. of course, willy is always working on something, but this is something special. he could feel it, as soon as he started crafting. wonka is truly a magician, the way he creates. a wizard with chocolate, a sorcerer with sugar. he was still learning which flavors went together, but his taste buds seem to ascend those around him. willy had always had this gift, believing to be inherited by his mother ( rest in peace ). now, after several long nights of working, of tasting and tweaking, he steps up to milly, hands behind his back, looking as if he can barely hide his excitement as he grins adoringly at her. 'i have something for you, but you have to close your eyes and hold of your hands,' eyes glisten as they meet milly's. 'i worked really hard on what i'm about t'show you. put my whole heart into it. i hope you like it!' @roseguided.

#slashaer #muse: millie bradley #q

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Helaena Targaryen // L’afflizione (detail), Natale Schiavoni (1841)

#musings: helaena targaryen #q

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gulps, im in danger

#she's rambling again. ( out of character ) #im not above trying to make my ocs in the sims #or our ships

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𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 the little girls holds a freshly plucked spring flower from the graden. upon the grass they sit, shade covering her mother but not daenyra who's bathed in warmth that gives the fabric of her dress, arryn blue, more vibrance. the feeling of hair being braided by her mother, as was done often--on her request or her mothers insistence, brings a calm, comforted feeling to the girl. she smiles in the peaceful moment, dark eyes focused on the flower between her fingers. ❛ mother, ❜ daenyra begins quietly, some hesitance in her tone. ❛ what was my grandmother like ? ❜ she hopes, a thought inward, the question doesn't inspire discomfort nor sadness in her mother. it's an innocent question enough, & she's genuinely curious.

[ * @halfyearsqueen liked for a starter ! > daenyra velaryon for rhaenyra targaryen ]

#halfyearsqueen #muse: daenyra velaryon #hotd //

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I mean yeah he’s evil and all but what if I were his favourite

#re: alys & aemond #re: chani & paul #q

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house of the dragon fashion: princess rhaenyra’s dragon scale riding jacket (s1e1-3)

#wardrobe: rhaenyra targaryen #wardrobe: ghanima atreides #q

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐃 ? it's a pressing question of the reverend mothers mind, fingers, blackened to the second knuckle, folded into one another were she sits. jessica sat across from her, wanda's deep green eyes glancing over her features & sensing the child still inside of her. pre-born, surely from the overconsumption of spice during the spice agony to become a reverend mother. wanda remembers hers well & she cannot imagine subjecting her child to it. ❛ thank you for agreeing to see me today, reverend mother jessica. ❜ says wanda after a moment with a slight smile against her lips. head of curls tilts ever slightly to the side, gaze unwavering: ❛ how are you, & the child, with this new transition of power ? your son did valiant work against feyd-rautha. ❜ to which she plans to speak to the new emperor about. a silent, inward sigh of relief of not needing to worry about the harkonnen anymore. ❛ you must be proud of him. ❜

[ * @benegessica liked for a starter ! > wanda maximoff for jessica atreides ]

#benegessica #muse: wanda maximoff #tucks hair beind my ear abt them

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𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌, 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃 back into her chair. a sullen expression on features, brown eyes overtaken by deep yellow & orange flicking embers. instead of wearing black in mourning of her late husband, alicent wears a green so dark it appears black in shadows. green, the color of her house. the color of her so called 'team' against rhaenyra in targaryen black. the realm split into two with this impending war of succession---one declared heir before the birth of a male son & one, her son, crowned before the masses in the wake of his fathers death before the other could claim the throne. it's rightfully hers, alicent's mind tells her, but her fathers words linger in her mind that gave her no choice: to secure her claim, rhaenyra will have no choice but to put your children to the sword. ❛ thousands will die in this war. ❜ alicent muses silently, ❛ all because rhaenyra refuses to accept her fathers dying words. ❜

[ * @goblincaptain liked for a starter ! > alicent hightower to knickolas hob ]

#goblincaptain #muse: alicent hightower #hotd // #setting this after the end of s1 into s2 with the start of the war #so its not so contained into canon you dont know full detail on :joy:

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like for smth small, maybe?

#specify muse as always

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actually, give me irulan x feyd as a ship for crazy funsies

#she's rambling again. ( out of character ) #it'd be interesting n you cant tell me otherwise

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otto & alicent hightower + death and the maiden by egon schiele

#re: alicent & otto #re: ghanima & paul #q