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WHEN I FOLLOW YOU, I WANT TO INTERACT. I don’t follow for follow, I follow you because I’m interested in your character and want to write with you. sometimes, even when you follow me, I’m too shy to approach, or I’m just not really sure HOW. please; if I’m following you, shoot me a message. go ahead and RANDOMLY JUMP IN MY INBOX. Something – just know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you!!
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devil wears prada modern!AU ft. viv as your diabolical fashion editor discuss 
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                   ❝ I will NOT sit idly by and wait for my destruction. ❞                       independent first enchanter vivienne from dragon age inquisition.                       straight laced. pro-circle. political animal. trendsetter. mage.                       multifandom. semi-selective;; adaptable writing style, both                       mun and muse of age, discord avaiblaible to mutuals.                                                     commence.
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"Only a fool could deny your talent for magic is considerable, front-loaded barriers aside."
❝ and you, darling, you do an excellent job of spellcasting       without ANY concrete knowledge of technique.  ❞ 
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❝—— but I digress. thanks are in order.  ❞ 
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"You're remarkably well - composed." Like a poem, or a courtly tune. Elegant, and not a note out of place. She can see why so many of the once - circle mages still look to her for guidance. "I don't think I've ever seen you at anything less than your best."
YEARS and YEARS, vivienne could say, late nights and bruised palms, her hands aching, eyes bleary from scouring ancient scrollsby flickering light;;  the title of first enchanter at such youth was notbestowed without tremendous effort. i will not fail, she thinks to herself.no one will  ever see me weak. she could say that, of course, but instead, ❝ it’s quite impossible to provide anything less than my best, darling. ❞ slidesout, glibly. ( she is tired.  her spine weary from being held as unslacking as marble. the energy of all of this takes, and takes with no reprieve and she is tired.) 
 ❝ I would agree, I am demonstrably better than most, your acknowledgement   of such is much appreciated, darling. ❞
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❛  i speak as i must and cannot be silent.  ❜
( she is not smiling, would never, but her chin tilts towards the warden,   lips curved in approval ) ❛   yes, my DEAR, rise like a lion ;;   bare your fangs and NEVER let them silence you. ❜
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Compliment my muse’s best feature.
Remember: it doesn’t have to be physical
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❛ when lies don’t help, try telling the truth. ❜
❛ you are quite right, DARLING ;; the truth is rarely pure  and never simple, and it’s GREATEST advantage is that   no one ever believes it. ❜
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Nykhor Paul // Naeem Khan FW 2017-18
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Anonymous artist (Orientalist School of XX century)
Portrait of a Young Moroccan Girl, N/D
Oil on canvas. 69 X 53cm
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(     *     THE RUNEMARKS SERIES PROMPTS   !    
——     joanne harris.
❛  a thing named is a thing tamed.  ❜
❛  in any case, fire burns; that’s its nature, and you can’t expect to change that.  ❜
❛  the dead know everything but they don’t give a damn.  ❜
❛  i speak as i must and cannot be silent.  ❜
❛  what happened to the presumption of innocence?  ❜
❛  anyone can be a god if they have enough worshippers.  ❜
❛  what’s a name? wear it like a coat; turn it, burn it, throw it aside, and borrow another.  ❜
❛  was it my fault that i got out of hand?  ❜
❛  anything that can be dreamed is true.  ❜
❛  nothing dreamed is ever lost, and nothing lost forever.  ❜
❛  when lies don’t help, try telling the truth.  ❜
❛  when lies don’t help, tell better lies.  ❜
❛  if i’m going to die today, the least i can do is look fabulous while i’m doing it.  ❜
❛  we’re gods, not saints.  ❜
❛  everyone lies. everyone cheats. everyone scores off everyone else.  ❜
❛  after all, words are what remain when all the deeds have been done.  ❜
❛  words can shatter faith; start a war; change the course of history.  ❜
❛  a story can make your heart beat faster; topple walls; scale mountains.  ❜
❛  change isn’t always comfortable, but it is a fact of life.  ❜
❛  the difference between a god and a demon is really only a matter of perspective.  ❜
❛  i sensed that this was an experience i would want to avoid as often as possible.  ❜
❛  always look on the bright side. and if there is no bright side? look away.  ❜
❛  they tell you revenge isn’t worth it. i say there’s nothing finer.  ❜
❛  an apple a day keeps the doctor away. no one’s immune to bribery.  ❜
❛  with the right words you can build a world and make yourself the king of it.  ❜
❛  the dead know everything, but don’t give a damn.  ❜
❛  most problems can be solved through cake.  ❜
❛  clever folk aren’t popular, by and large. they arouse suspicion. they don’t fit in.  ❜
❛  there’s good news and slightly less good news.  ❜
❛  even the damned can dream — in fact, it’s part of their torment.  ❜
❛  a man often meets his destiny running to avoid it.  ❜
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❁  WHAT SHAPE DOES YOUR PAIN TAKE? ❁
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FLOWERS
Your pain takes the shape of flowers, or something else beautiful and free. You can't help but see what you don't have in the beautiful thing, can't help but feel pain as you see what you're missing out on. Maybe you even wish that you could just be happy and surround yourself in flowers, but you can't, because each time you see them it's like a reminder of the empty hole you carry.
They say that pain is beauty... Right?
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replied to your: post❝ I had fallen but you were not there to catch me....
Josie does this to people
me and viv are both REKT about josie 
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blasphemousherald‌:
It’s strange, the way madame vivienne’s words feel tight in her chest. She knows it, she always knew it, knew that she to be strong even if she wasn’t. Then why did she expect some sort of comfort from the woman nicknamed after iron?
But maker, it feels as if larissa can’t breathe. “Yes, madame enchanter,” she knew better than this. She must never show weakness. The herald wasn’t human, she was a myth, a legend, and legends don’t weep. “… do you have any advice for me? On– on how to keep it hidden?”
// @madamiisms
vivienne is no STRANGER to power, and how it holds you at the throat, how;;  if you let it, it would strangle you with the tendrils of your self DOUBT. to be elevated above one’s fellows, so utterly, means to endure a life of beating the darkness of that feeling back, your fists raised, teeth bared. “ come. SIT, darling. ” she pats the seat next to her, snaps her fingers at a servant   in an unspoken order to have tea be brought. “ this is PRECISELY why we wear   masks;; in both the metaphorical and the physical sense. perhaps, that is what   you need----- something you can slip on and off, as you need. ”
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❝ I had fallen but you were not there to catch me. ❞
of all the stars, she surely is the FAIREST, even now, with hurt etched in the softness of her eyes. doesn’t she KNOW how her radiance, beguiles, with the light of the sun sitting a-crown her head of dark curls. it is unbearable; the pull of this woman kissed by the sun; ( for not even vivienne, encased in marble, tongue lined with steal,can contest the pull of gravity the dear ambassador emits )
vivienne’s slim dark hands seem to move of their own accord,reaching to push a mussed curl behind the ambassador’s ear,the backs of her fingers curling at gentle line of josephine’s jaw for the breath of a moment——   ( it is more than vivienne can take, breath knotting at her throat. OH, beautiful girl, oh, graceful girl. the flush of WANT is nearly more than vivienne can bear; it is due only to a lifetime at court that the low cadence of her voice remains steady.  )❝ OH, my dear, ❞ vivienne murmurs, voice low as the rising tides,
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                  ❝ in order to catch, one must not FEAR what is being thrown.  ❞
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