@softheartstm asked : It had taken her so long, so much courage to finally, out loud, refer to Leon as her partner to even her brother or her best friend. So to hear Leon casually refer to her as his lover caused the knight to blush crimson almost immediately. How was it so easy for him??
‘ goodness, that’s a lovely shade of pink ! what’s gotten my lover so worked up, hm ? ’ it’s so easy to toy with the dragon knight, as usual, to take those hotly flushed cheeks in hand and gently pinch them as he coos. if he had still been feeling a twinge of shyness at the use of such an intimate term so casually, it’s completely forgotten, replaced instead by the absolute concentration of a man on a mission.
( well ... perhaps not completely forgotten. if one were to look more closely, they might find that the former priest’s own face was a shade more red than usual himself. )
‘ come now, as lovers we shouldn’t keep so many secrets from each other. we are lovers now, aren’t we ? ’
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This is a note to all my softhearted girls! (hetero version):
look, I have a fckn diagnosed ptsd. But for the right man you will never be too sensitive. For the wrong one you will be „ill“, when he needs to use it against you.
For the right man, all the respect and love you gave, will never be forgotten. Not even in an argument. You will just get all that respect and love back.
Wait for that man. See, learn, go if abusive, but never lose hope. He exists. He waits too. I‘m still waiting too. Cry, it’s okay. But never go back to abusive, okay babygirl?♥️ okay♥️
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“Lost?” The sneer in his tone was unmistakable. He didn’t like people coming to his side of the Island. Especially not when he was preparing to make the trip to collect the latest Darling on her eighteenth birthday. It wasn’t uncommon for people to come along to one of the parties around the bonfire. Cherry seemed incessant on annoying him with the excess people. Thing would be so much easier if Hook had never trades his sister for Smee; or if Cherry had just left when they’d released her from her brothers bargain. / @softheartstm
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it was nice to see how many multi muse blogs interacted with my sadness last night . . . but it’s also really disappointing. like i’m so sorry that so many of us have the exact same experiences just because we’ve decided to write with most ( if not all ) of our muses in one place. because multi muse blogs, in my experience, are usually the most active, the least dramatic, and the most friendly of all the rpc folks i’ve interacted with in my 10 years on this site. so i’m going to tag all the multi muse blogs i follow lol because they’re all incredible and worth a follow!
@iinmortales / @willowdied / @melnchly / @weyfaren / @questsy / @seeliecourt / @sereniora / @roguekinds / @starsspin / @atlasburdened / @sunpathos / @stormlit / @arcanaem / @starfrckled / @wistcrias / @becomelions / @greymoralities / @everlightblessing / @ircnwrought / @illfatedpartners / @fatedtruths / @entangledmuses / @fatesrolled / @praeludio / @flyingupward / @ofcatnaps / @withinycu / @magnefique / @starseized / @softheartstm / @furys-burn / @vagasbonds / @mythunderlegion / @heartborrow / @enjoycolors / @thinkabouthings / @marblecarved / @bardstale / @wanderism / @voiceofduality / @crystalyz / @spectresrise / @adventuriem / @enastrcs / @destage / @sennik / @flvnevrs / @druidarum / @forfeitsouls / @havenforged / @sunchascd / @glorytragedy / @calaamities / @lunaerising / @lackdgnty / @alyafae / @exandriian / @enternecers / @storitale / @roseguided / @apocaelypse / @galaxierisen / @mythaelogie / @halothief / @starlyht / @dinguses / @enclovir / @cuhven / @feruchemy / @tomepact / @evilsought / @mactabilis / @unawaken / @wildkissed / @maimedaffair / @closedcoffins / @mythasy / @sunwaxed / @nightsung
if you haven’t checked out these folks, don’t say you ‘need new people to follow’ or that certain ‘fandoms are dead’ without even looking at a multi muse’s roster lol.
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quick lil pinned post:
hi!! it's christina aka heartsunholy / softheartstm / probably others. I'm back on this garbage site after nearly a year away but I'm keeping this a comfy chill place for friends only. Very low key, low activity but I missed you all, so let's hang out again!
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“Coming to the Lost Boys territory? I take it it’s for the greater good.” The greater good being the nightly fucking party they have. Cherry isn’t one to be shy to the public about their times around the bonfire. “Please, no fighting tonight is all I ask.”
@softheartstm / FROM KAS.
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@softheartstm / popuri
‘ Gimmie the truth and the whole truth ‘
Kai placed his hands on the counter and leveled his gaze with Popuri’s in a very serious manner. “Can you handle the truth?” His question was met with an insistent nod and determination. Kai stared a moment longer, drawing out the moment to be as dramatic as possible, before he finally seemed to relent.
“Alright, I’ll tell you the secret ingredient to my cooking, but you have to swear not to tell anyone.” He offered her his pinky in solemn vow.
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@softheartstm sent: [ LONG ]: after a long and gruelling day, the sender spontaneously asks the receiver out on a date to brighten their own spirits. - alice and scarlett?
there was very little scarlett enjoyed more than her routine and she took great pride in it. it wasn’t completely inflexible-- she reserved at least a few hours for every festival to enjoy the festivities. however, being stopped by alice while she was about to retire to her room to enjoy a few puzzles before bed was not something she was prepared for, especially evident when her cheeks turned red and the words didn’t come right out.
‘ are you-- it’s a little late, most places have closed already. ‘
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Where's Keyleth? She was nowhere to be found, the only life in her room a small rabbit, sitting in the middle of her bed, pawing at the sheets angrily.
The druid has taken to wild shape her problems away, you see. For rabbits have no tear ducts and without tear ducts, she physically cannot cry.
And since crying is all she feels like doing, Keyleth retreats into herself, forces herself into a body that cannot let these emotions out. She cannot cope. So she doesn't. Not now. Not yet.
She continues to paw at the bedding, eager to tear it up. If she could cry, she would. And it's her own fault she cant.
//this was so sad omg ;_;
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☾✧.° ( @softheartstm said: ✏️ - betty/artie ) °.✧☼
Betty: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.
Artie: That's great, Betty. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.
Betty: *sighs* I have no friends...
Artie:
Artie: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!
☾✧.° ( send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses ) °.✧☼
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“Dinnae tell me, I dinnae think I wanna know.” Harriet had already spent half the day trying to clean up the mess that Harry and his crew had made by holding the King of Auradon. Not only had they destroyed half the docks on that side of the Isle; form what Harriet had heard, some of the parents were spitting mad that they didn’t get a chance to get their claws into the King while he was stuck here. // @softheartstm
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* @softheartstm — I SOMETIMES WONDER IF THINGS ONLY GET BETTER SO THAT THEY CAN GET WORSE AGAIN ( AELWYN & FABIAN )
FOR FABIAN, GRIEF AND PAIN ARE LIKE GRENADES THAT DETONATE IN THEIR OWN TIME. he gets through the violence of spring break — the pain and the fear and the death therein — before he crashes to the earth once again. it does not level him so fully as the events of leviathan do; he does not lose himself this time while the agony swallows him up. but he is not the self he is when he leaves solas when he returns to it, and this self ( whoever he may be and become ) does not bounce back so easily as the old one.
he and aelwyn, together and apart, are irrevocably changed now, and there is no avoiding that. so it is awkward at first, and it is not exactly comfortable now; but they sit together, in the dark on the porch of mordred manor, sharing one of fig’s cigarettes, all the same.
fabian does not immediately respond. he is quieter now — more thoughtful, less impulsive and foolish. he exhales, smoke swirling around him, and passes the cigarette to aelwyn. “ that’s . . . scary, ” he replies, “ thinking about life that way. you’re never satisfied like that — never safe. ” so maybe she’s right, after all.
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❝ stay back. don’t come any closer. ❞ not that elsie is all that intimidating, or even capable of stopping them - she’s tangled in someone’s fishing net and it’s hindering her mobility very, very badly. she’s been washed up for nearly twenty minutes and hasn’t made any progress in freeing herself.
starter call ♡ @softheartstm.
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@softheartstm said, ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ - maybe from my witch oc Alondra, my vamp oc Nasreen or my hunter oc Phoebe? 👀
In some ways, Dipper thought the universe wanted him dead — with the way he just kept getting into trouble, usually of his own making; but, on the other hand, the way he just kept surviving, by the skin of his teeth no less, really only proved the opposite. Maybe it wasn’t enough to give him a complex, sure, but...enough to know if the universe really did want him dead, he would be.
All of this was just to say that his own impulsive decisions got him here, sitting here on the floor and pressing a makeshift icepack to the temple of his head. Ugh, he was going to have a massive headache tomorrow. Sitting in silence certainly had its appeal, but at the same time, he didn’t need to overthink about how stupid he was in the first place. “ Uh, thanks...again, ” he mumbles.
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“Do you think since my brother is a cop, I can kick people’s ASS for tormenting Sid ‘bout this ghost face bullshit?!”
@softheartstm / TATUM & PHOEBE.
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What the hell does she look like, a fucking healer? The bandages Beau takes from her bag have only ever been used for her own wounds; honestly, her knowledge on cleaning wounds starts and ends with wrapping her own bloody knuckles.
Maybe they’re a touch too tight on the poor bard’s arms as she tugs on them. At least she won’t bleed out now, though, right?
“ Sorry. More used to making fuckers bleed, not stopping them from bleeding, “ she mumbles, sitting back with a sigh. Her brow furrows with a furrow as she regard the other. “ How’d you know that asshole, anyways? “
( 3 + 3 = 6. )
@softheartstm asked for a medicine check!
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