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THE  WORLD  IS  HARD.    YOU  HAVE  TO  BE  H A R D E R .

BLACKASHED, a multimuse by Becks ft. historical, supernatural, and modern canon and original characters. Character development and plot driven.  [ Still under some construction ! ]

#x. selfpromo

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THE  WORLD  IS  HARD.    YOU  HAVE  TO  BE  H A R D E R .

BLACKASHED, a multimuse by Becks ft. historical, supernatural, and modern canon and original characters. Character development and plot driven.  [ Still under some construction ! ]

#officially have a blog besides jacob again #low activity and low intensity tho !! this is just a fun zone #x. selfpromo

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I am revamping my multi with a new url and basically none of the muses I used to write on there ( except Beatrice and Siena probably ) but it’s mostly so I can write my new witch OC inspired by ADOW so …. YEAH

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miss u here the most xx

Real talk tho, who do you actually miss writing with -- because if I come back to this blog I'm majorly overhauling my muses! I just don't vibe with some of the things rn!

Also just go love Jacob, it's still me !!!!

#x. ooc

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I might eventually revamp and come back here but it would probably be just to write a witch from ADOW so who knows

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This blog is now an archive. If you want to stay connected with me, hit me up on discord !! <3

#x. ooc #i just have no time and i'm sad about it but what else can i dooo :(

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Hiya babes ~ Unfortunately I am at the point of having to dump all my drafts and try to revamp to bring this blog back to life! Sorry for dropping threads, life has just been life lately and I’ve not been around or had much energy to write!

#x. ooc

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villainshe​ / ALICE & JASPER

                    alice  moves  closer  from  the  edge  of  the  armrest  ,  where  they  sit  upon  ,  and  slides  smoothly  onto  jasper’s  lap  .  the  sides  of  their  lips  perk  upwards  as  they  nestle  into  his  chest  .  the  tips  of  their  fingers  run  down  his  chest  ,  sometimes  drawing  /  tracing  random  designs  .  ❛  no  .  .  .  it’s  just  different  from  listening  to  edward  talk  to  himself  with  debussy  playing  in  the  background  ,  ❜  alice  chuckles  .  they  shrug  ,  which  they  realise  is  a  very  human  thing  to  do  ,  and  looks  up  at  jasper  with  big  honey  eyes  .  ❛  you  will  be  too  ,  don’t  worry  .  it’s  hard  now  but  it  will  get  better  ─  i’ve  seen  it  .  ❜

   Arms easily slotted around her, one over her legs, the other around her back with his fingers finding purchase against her side. He lifted his head from its place in her chest, a shift in his shoulders like he was breathing, but with nothing moving from his lips. Something in him slowed around her -- she was always there to remind him to be as human as possible, what with her animated, lifelike movements and expression. Setting his chin against her shoulder, he froze in his position. “You have,” Jasper hummed melodically, neither a question nor a statement. A small jerk of his nose upwards, he pressed a kiss to the underside of her jaw. “My little angel of hope.”

#villianshe #x. jasper hale #x. jasper hale / thread

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dubovoye​ / KANE & BELLAMY

[ COMMUNICATOR 08 → COMMUNICATOR 05 ]  you idiots really broke the rover?

[ COMMUNICATOR 08 → COMMUNICATOR 05 ]  okay, tell me what looks wrong.  don’t just say the engine is smoking though or i’ll let you stay stranded.

[ COMMUNICATOR 08 → COMMUNICATOR 05 ]  have you got survival supplies in case i can’t figure out what’s wrong remotely?

  [ COMMUNICATOR 05 → COMMUNICATOR 08 ]  wish raven was here.    [ COMMUNICATOR 05 → COMMUNICATOR 08 ]  no smoke. i can’t see anything that doesn’t look normal. something clunked in the front and we just stopped   [ COMMUNICATOR 05 → COMMUNICATOR 08 ]  yeah. but would prefer not to. out in the open here.

#x. bellamy blake #x. bellamy blake / thread #dubovoye

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meddled​ / SIMON & SIENA

      simon  shook  his  head.  “  please  no  pleasantries  here,  "  hand  waving  off  the  invisible  expectation  of  society,  “  simon  would  do  just  fine.  ”  his  voice  is  gently,  as  if  it  were  a  suggestion,  but  it  truly  wasn’t.  he  detested  that  station  he  had  been  left  and  how  the  remnants  of  his  father  remained  in  the  title.  it  was  bitter  and  left  a  bad  taste  in  his  mouth.  most  people  didn’t  understand  that,  and  he  didn’t  let  them.  trying  to  divorce  himself  as  much  as  possible  from  the  former  duke.  simon  looked  down  at  his  own  glass,  taking  a  healthy  sip  before  returning  his  gaze  to  siena.  “  hm,  “  he  mused,  trying  to  discern  why  that  would  be  the  case.  “  perhaps  it’s  the  mark  of  a  true  calling.  ”  he  said.  there  is  a  moment  of  pause  at  the  question,  “  i  have  never  pictured  myself  in  such  a  place.  ”  there  is  a  slight  chuckle  from  simon.  “  i  would  imagine  i  would  be  closer  to  those  singers  you  described  than  yourself.  ”

   It did not matter that he offered her it, she knew she could never call a duke by his given name. It was the furtherest thing from proper, and should someone overhear, she could very well find herself in trouble for it. Especially if he changed his mind. Men could do that freely, after all. She did not know his temperament well enough to gauge what he might be like if he lost it, if she toed the line in the wrong place, or he simply was off kilter for whatever reason. She was careful with men, knowing what they were capable of. Still, she did not deny his request, but rather green eyes rounded and fluttered towards him, like she was acquiescing but without verbally committing. “There is little else I could envision for myself,” Siena said with a little smile. Indeed, it had been the only path open to her to slip subtly upwards in society. Her position now was not much more glorious than the circumstances of her childhood, but she did feel as though she held more power, in whatever way counted. At least men like him would look at her, consider her, even pay for her. “Then I suppose it is most fortunate you are in your position, and not mine,” she teased, smiling a little more playfully. “From what I have heard, you have evaded being in London for some time, which must have brought you some comfort.”

#meddled #x. siena rosso #x. siena rosso / thread

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shesdaylight / RAPUNZEL & BEATRICE

Even as Beatrice refused, it didn’t sit quite right with Rapunzel.   She often thought that she was just making up for lost time, time lost to the tower.   “I insist, really.”  Corona had been without it’s princess for just short of two decades, and had things been different Rapunzel would have liked to think that she would have been just as friendly.   Just as hospitable, as Beatrice put it.    

In a way Rapunzel thought that it was because she felt guilty, for not having been there during that time.   To make up for it, to extend kindness she was never given nor allowed to give to the world she’d been isolated from but loved so dearly. 

The princess shook her head at the assumption, though there was a laundry list of things she could do to spend her time, she would much rather spend it with people.  To get to know them, as well as learn the country first hand.   Not just attend matters blindly.   “I would much rather spend time with my guests.   If something is truly pressing and important, then of course I’ll tend to it.   But for now they can wait.”

   Tucking her feet, crossed at the ankles, back up under her chair, she conceded with the smallest of sighs. The princess would have her way, apparently, and she could do nothing but accept the request as politely as possible, with a small but gracious smile. “Very well,” she said, dark eyes warm if not remaining still a little guarded, always protective of herself if only for the wellbeing of others. She longed for company, for companionship, but it was always better to keep to the shadows and remove the temptation to form bonds with anyone. “Thank you, your royal highness.”

   Princesses included.

   She felt strange to have such attention on her -- though she was certainly not unaccustomed to it. Everywhere she went eyes followed her, for one reason or another. Usually it was due to those she was in close enough contact with catching her scent, that alluring, almost magical quality ensnaring those around her. It caused her a great deal of trouble, and made everything harder. She only wanted to protect them from herself. “That is a very modern approach,” Beatrice commented conversationally, nodding at her own memories of what royalty had been like at the time she was growing up. Queens and kings were utterly untouchable, and certainly didn’t extend invites to common folk. "I imagine that can be rather taxing.”

#shesdaylight #x. beatrice rappaccini #x. beatrice rappaccini / thread

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killjoysanonymous​ / DAPHNE & BENEDICT

“I fear that one day the house will be quiet with only Anthony and mother left to bargain for his future,” her words were true, a small sigh following closely after. As similar as her and her brother were, it seemed that the cycle of duty in his head and the inspiration mused by his heart always seemed to push him into a routine that never had a result. She wanted nothing more than for each and every one of her siblings to find happiness. “Perhaps we hire a hand to keep his mouth covered at all times. To find happiness with a touch of silence might do him some good-” Daphne teased lowly, head shaking side to side.

   Their family was one that loved one another dearly, and teased each other equally mercilessly. Even so, Benedict could not help but feel there was a dash of truth contained within his sister’s assessment, coated with mirth as it was. A roll of brown eyes, warm as the lazy, crooked smile that spread across his features, he gave Daphne a knowing look, tongue in cheek. “There is not a hand in all of Mayfair that would suffice, I fear,” he said mischievously. It was far too easy to deliver barbs at his older brother’s expense -- Anthony seemed to attract that sort of humour from all of them, and it was mostly deserved, if he had much to say about it. Still, he was rather like his sister in hoping that some miracle would present itself and give them all the sort of happy ending that their parents had had -- perhaps not as many children, but with equal joy and satisfaction. However, he kept the prospect of marriage at bay for the time being -- he could certainly find satisfaction elsewhere. “Do I detect the urge to match make, little Daph?”

#killjoysanonymous #x. benedict bridgerton #x. benedict bridgerton / thread

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exbride​ / ROSALIE & JASPER

considering all of the eccentric decisions she’s witnessed her family make, she’s certain that nothing has or ever will come close to whatever had possessed edward to become so involved with a human girl. and, after all that they’ve been through in the past couple of weeks, she and edward have barely spoken to each other, and her frustration hasn’t dissipated much     though she wishes it was easier to hide. but, such things were impossible with the likes of jasper and edward around. though, it isn’t with jasper where her qualms lie. she pauses at the bottom of the stairs as he greets her. “i didn’t mean to disturb you,” she says, initially avoidant of his question. she’d been moving aimlessly, sorting through her own thoughts and trying to decide what to do with her evening. 

she steps past him, glancing into their stagnant dining room, and her expression mirrors his     her own halfhearted smile. “and, no, not particularly. it’s nothing new, anyway.” though, she figures that jasper may be able to decipher that much. “what is it that you’re reading?”

   He couldn’t read minds, but often his own ability was more truthful than the thoughts that rattled around in one’s head. Emotions, at least, were always real. "Nothing new,” he mused, borrowing her words and returning them to her with a shock of humour. He glanced down to the cover, marking his page with his thumb, and let his eyes flash over the author’s name and title. Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad. He’d first read it in an English class about three schools ago, and he hadn’t given it a fair chance that time around -- now that he was free to explore it at his leisure, he was drawn further into it, glancing into its corners and settling in the unsettling feeling it left him with. Slowly, for someone like him his gaze lifted again, leaning his head back against the chair’s headrest so that he could track where she had moved beyond his field of vision. 

   He understood what she was feeling -- not only from his gift, but from his own opinions on the subject, his own difficulties in accepting their brother’s decision. Of course he knew how Edward felt, could read it from across the house with its palpability, but love did not make it less dangerous to be involved with a human. “Alice thinks it’ll be alright.”

#exbride #x. jasper hale / thread #x. jasper hale

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bloodused​ / TATIA & BENEDICT

a  soft  chuckle  escaped  her  lips  as  she  watched  him  speak.  there  was  something  about  him,  remembering  the  moment  what  caught  her  interest  in  him.  eyes  moved  away  from  his,  looking  across  the  room  where  his  mother  was  standing.  a  polite  nod  followed,  but  attention  quickly  returned  to  him.  ‘’  correct.  ‘’  she  spoke,  a  smile  followed.  there  was  a  slight  surprise  he’d  remembered  her  name,  maybe  the  interest  in  each  other  was  mutual.  HEAD  SLOWLY  CUPPING  TO  THE  RIGHT,  as  she  listened  to  his  words.  ‘’  oh  no.  ‘’  voice  sounded  flirtatious,  as  a  slight  teasing  smile  appeared  upon  her  face.  ‘’  i  wouldn’t  dare  to  make  you  blush  in  front  of  everyone  here.  ‘’  eyes  shoot  away  from  his,  looking  around  for  one  last  time.  deciding  to  leave  this  room  within  a  couple  of  minutes,  alone  or  not.  she  had  enough  of  this  evening,  ready  to  dress  up  for  another  night  like  yesterday.  ‘’  i  have  other  intentions.  ‘’  it’s  not  how  a  lady  is  suppose  to  talk,  but  she  was  nothing  like  those  girls.  stroking  her  dress,  tatia  watched  the  male  one  last  time  before  she  started  moving.  ‘’  care  to  find  out  what?  ‘’

   There was something beckoning about her eyes, but it was her suggestive words mirrored by her tone that did, indeed, earn a blush from the second eldest Bridgerton. The twist of his lips was entirely involuntary, and he had the grace to lower his gaze momentarily. He suddenly felt that everyone in the room was watching him -- they were, in fact, not -- but the salaciousness with which she made her hints left him feeling exposed. This sort of risky conversation was enough to elicit a thrill through him. Testing the laws of society, the rules of propriety. He did not think himself a dishonourable man, and he had been raised to be a perfect gentleman. Yet, he was tempted into another world where rules were secondary to desires, emotions and expression to be the driving force of action. She seemed to be of the same mind, if not more sure than he was. “Then you have some mercy in you.” Brown eyes considered her, flicking over her frame as she ran her hands down her skirts and started away from him. The offer that followed gave him a wolfish sort of crooked grin, a brow raising to preface his response. “I should think you’d known the answer to that inquiry prior to asking it,” Benedict mused, turning to follow like he was attached to her by a slack string. He ignore the eyes at his back, wondering if he would have to explain himself later. 

#x. benedict bridgerton #x. benedict bridgerton / thread #bloodused

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As expected when I made a single, most of my energy is going to @duskwolf right now, so if you wanna chat, message me over there! I might have to drop some things here because I’m waaaay behind on drafts now and definitely overwhelmed with a lack of muse for some of my characters. So I apologize for slowness and everything, and will message you when I’m around here more <3

#x. ooc / shut up becks

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meddled​ / MICHAEL & FRANCESCA

      michael  shrugged  his  shoulders,  focusing  on  taking  another  sip  of  tea. if  she  had  looked  a  little  closer  at  him  she  might  have  seen  the  bruised  knuckles.  or  how  tired  his  whole  body  seemed  to  be  because  his  dreams  were  filled  with  thoughts  of  her.  of  losing  her.  losing  something  that  was  never  his  to  begin  with  and  at  this  point  would  never  be.  he  gave  a  polite  nod  before  setting  his  tea  cup  down  and  leaning  back  into  the  chair.  he  took  a  moment  to  look  out  of  the  window  and  the  sunny  day,  trying  to  avoid  her  gaze.  he  didn’t  want  to  see  the  excitement  that  was  surely  brought  with  the  suitors  attentions.  or  how  her  future  was  blossoming  open  to  new  gardens,  and  new  experiences,  and  he  felt  like  he  might  be  stuck  in  this  hall  forever.  

       he  chuckled,  “  i  think  you’re  just  being  kind.  ”  the  women  of  the  ton  new  the  reputation  he  had  as  a  rake.  although  it  wasn’t  one  he  took  pride  in  at  all,  it  certainly  was  well  known.  his  newfound  title  did  diminish  some  of  the  worry  that  came  with  that,  but  he  was  still  wary  of  the  interest.  “  thought  it  best  that  i  wasn’t  here  to  frighten  away  the  suitors,  ”  he  said,  making  up  the  excuse  as  he  went,  “  you  have  enough  brothers  to  get  that  job  done  already.  ”  truly  he  wasn’t  sure  if  he  could  compose  himself  during  such  shameless  advances.  he  didn’t  want  francesca  to  have  to  endure  that  part  of  him.  michael  looked  up,  eyebrows  drawn  together  as  if  he  is  afraid  he  has  said  something  wrong.  so  when  she  speaks  it  was  a  relief  to  him  that  it  had  instead  been  the  perfect  thing  to  say.  

      there  was  a  timid  nod  before  daring  to  look  upon  her  again.  “  it’s  true  though.  ”  he  said,  reaching  for  the  tea  cup,  as  a  way  to  occupy  his  hands.  “  you  would  enhance  anyone’s  life,  you  certainly  have  with  mine.  ”  he  cleared  his  throat.  perhaps  this  is  the  closest  he  would  ever  get  to  professing  his  true  feelings.  even  the  kind  words  feel  like  a  sort  of  betrayal.  

   She rested her chin against the backs of curled fingers, her elbow propped gently on the arm of her chair. While his gaze went elsewhere, hers was allowed to train on him without being watched by his eyes in return, and that moment’s freedom tempted her too much. Her initial impression from his entry moments ago remained markedly in her mind, and as she studied him, it solidified. He’d always had that slyness to his features, a certain something that made everything he said sound like a secret, tantalizing and delicious. But the softness that she’d found upon their first meeting remained despite the years that had sprawled between then and now. She’d always thought that he looked kind. He had a light in his eyes, in his expressions even when stoic, that she thought would attract most anyone or anything. His reputation, though perhaps a little annoying to her, was reasonably well earned. The merry rake. Sweet and wicked.

   Except now she wanted to kick anyone in the shins who called him that.

   Her eyes rolled openly, unable to hold up much pretence with him. Such behaviour was entirely unbecoming, but being with him was as natural as being with family. Well, he was family. “I have no reason to say anything other than the truth,” Francesca said simply, giving him a rather pointed look at the accusation that she would say anything to him just to be kind. She was not known for exaggerating on anyone’s behalf. She sighed quietly at his remark, considering him for a moment. “Perhaps,” she conceded, though they were all fairly busy with their own lives at this point -- Anthony with all his duties, with his wife and children, and Benedict with the latter two as well. Colin she saw only occasionally -- between his travels and her position at Kilmartin, she’d seen more of him in the last two weeks than she had in years, truly. Her voice floated back in softly. “But you should know that your opinion is significant to me.” Even after all this time.

   And the fact that he still held her in high regard, even after four years of little communication, it meant the world to her. She still didn’t know how to explain herself, defend herself for the lack of responses sent his way, but she hoped that he might have understood. They’d hurt in different ways, hurt each other in different ways. Emotion sprung forth in her eyes, shining with wetness at his earnest declaration. “Oh. I --” she cut herself off. “Michael. I have missed you so much.”

#x. francesca bridgerton #x. francesca bridgerton / thread #meddled

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#x. francesca bridgerton / insp #x. benedict bridgerton / insp