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Zoë Kravitz for Rolling Stone (2018)

#| 𝕝𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕝𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖 ; ramiel | #| 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 ; visage |

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𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  …  ramiel was  known  as  the focused  &  fair  musician  with  a  reputation  for  being  a  zoe kravitz  doppelganger  .   but  now  ,  under  the  stress  of  the war  on  the  horizon  ,  the  natural  born  unaffiliated  grigori has  become  widely  known  for  being  rather  detached  & apathetic  .   let’s  see  how  long  the  camelot  native  will  last during  this  war  .   after  all  they’re  only  unknown / thirty years  old  .   +  she / her  &  cisfemale  ,  original  character.

MY FIRST FEMALE MUSE (aside from my failed wilis last year). please plot with her. i’m terribly nervous and terrible at playing them.

bio, hcs, and wcs under the cut.

BIO

she watches.

it is not her place, she's told, to interfere. only if the balance of the scales dip too deeply to a side is she allowed to intervene in the affairs of those she observes. her role as watcher used to be more difficult when she was young. when her heart was soft and her view of the world still clean, the glass clear in the way those newly made saw everything around them-- without bias or prejudice. 

then ramiel saw war. saw the battlefields littered with bodies too young to be gutted of their souls. but those were the lucky ones. it was after, when the forests and fields were burned to curse those living on the land with a slow, lingering death. it when she was forced to watch the innocent starve to bones. those were the hardest to bear.

but it is her place to watch, not intervene, when the scales are still balance.

the glass smears-- her view of the world clouded by what she's forced to witness. there are times when she's allowed to strike. to right the delicate symmetry between darkness and light, and when she does so it's with a heavy hand-- weighed by centuries of restraint. her heart is no longer soft. there is a layer of callouses over her old tenderness, and there is an almost numbing disinterest that carries in her every interaction in the world.

but now-- the scales are out of balance. it's one of those rare moments in the fabric of time that she's allowed to strike. and ramiel, when armed with righteousness, has never been one of the gentlest of grigori.

HCS:

doesn't know her age. she keeps track of how long she's been existing by the rise and fall of kingdoms, and sometimes calls them by their old names.

her wings are an ombre of navy blue, sky blue, and white sort of like [ this ]. but they’re not usually out unless you’re aware of what she is.

pansexual, panromantic. she's slow to love-- but when she does it's because of the soul, not body.

fond of animals. her current companions are an otter and a fennec fox that's blind in one eye. they usually ride in side satchels she has slung over her chest.

has a bad habit of not paying attention to what people are saying. often asks them to repeat things.

seems easygoing and placid-- but in rare moments when she loses her temper it's preceded by her eyes turning white and a thrum of static. but she isn't usually violent and will just disarm and immobilize. i say usually ..... because she's riled up rn.

really doesn't care about a lot of things these days.

WCS:

people she's taken a particular liking to. watches and looks out for them beyond what her duty asks of her.

someone to get her out of her disinterested shell and excited about dumb hobbies like-- i dunno. coloring night. swimming naked in the ocean. scrabble. foodventures.

old enemies that she wasn't allowed to smite before. now that she has free reign and they can fisty cuff.

someone who blames her for not stepping in and helping them. merely watching as they lost smth important (like family, friends, themselves being hurt, ect.)

an old lover she still thinks of fondly and spoils out of old habits.

and the usual friends, fwbs, exes, enemies, frenemies thing pls and ty

#| 𝕝𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕝𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖 ; ramiel | #tales.intro #tw death

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Tom Hardy at SDCC 2018′s ‘Venom’ panel

#| 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 ; big bad wolf | #| 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 ; visage | #my feral son

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jaehyun for w korea

#| 𝕒 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 ; narcissus | #| 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 ; visage | #this whole photoshoot was hella rude

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peter.

EVENT 004  :  the royal wedding ! 

‘ i can’t rufi , ’ he snorts . ‘ you make me stupid , mixing up my words , saying anything just to get you to smile . ’ he sighs , eskimo kisses as he leans closer . ‘ — saying anything just to see you smile , just for me . ’ 

rufio’s admittance tugs at his heart , and he can’t help but press his lips against his  —  tasting rufio’s confession and devotion . ‘ you do belong next to me  —  and i wouldn’t have it any other way . ’ peter pulls away just as quickly , smiling wide . ‘ i’ll wait then , ’ he squeezes the lost boy’s hips , before letting out a chuckle . ‘ i mean , you make a wonderful mom . ’

“you’re always stupid.“ overwhelmed by peter’s very public displays of affection-- he rests a hand over peter’s chest to keep him from moving closer and steps back for some space. “but guess i’m stupid too. since i find it attractive. but, peter. with the way you’re acting it’s like we’re the ones getting hitched.” but he gives in a little. smooths down the lines of peter’s shirt, and admits, “but yeah. just for you.”

he sighs exasperatedly into the next kiss. but it’s fond as much as it is agitated, and he thaws slowly, angling his face so it’s not just a brush of lips. their mouths slot together and the kiss lingers-- before rufio decisively steps away again. “belong to you? you’re getting ahead of yourself, king.” the smile that pulls at his lips is dagger sharp. “now i’m really gonna make you wait. and i know. half the kids would be dead without me. or tink. or eileen. or wendy.” he pats peter’s cheek. “absentee father.”

#| 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘 ; rufio | #c: peter #tales.event004 #from kilig to shade #rufio's defense mechanism

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eileen.

❛  of  course  i  do  !  always  .  tink’s  here  so  i  don’t  have  to  worry  about  looking  after  everyone .   ❜

“thank god for tink. neverland would burn down if she wasn’t around. but look at you, leenie. where’s the line to ask you to dance? you look better than half the damn princesses here.“

#| 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘 ; rufio | #c: eileen #tales.event004

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ace.

❛   like  i’d  wanna  talk  to  any  of  these  snobs  anyway  .  best  thing  me  &  zed  ever  did  was  leave  this  shabby  kingdom .  do  you  even  know  the  people  getting  married  ?  cause  i’ve  never  heard  of  ‘em  before .   ❜

“you don’t-- didn’t you read the invitation? i can’t believe-- you’re really just here for arm candy, huh? it’s king arthur and now queen guinevere. try not to cause an interkingdom incident, please.“

#| 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘 ; rufio | #c: ace #tales.event004

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pandora.

❛  cheers  to  being  the  only  two  decent  people  here  .  and  be  my  guest  —  it’s  never  too  crowded  in  the  cool  people  corner  .  ——  i  have  and  i  really  think  some  people  walked  out  their  homes  without  looking  in  the  mirror  .  they’re  painful  to  look  at  .  ❜

“what a heavy burden we bear. we’ll need more liquor to handle it. now-- i’m puck. the seelie king’s favorite. the queen’s too-- though she claims otherwise.  if you give me your name i promise not to use it for too nefarious reasons.“

#| 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ; puck | #c: pandora #tales.event004

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“excuse me, sir.“ puck dodges the wolf and backs away-- quickly flickering to his smaller seelie size. “i’m a lover, not a fighter.” his summer gold, iridescent wings scatter fairy dust as he settles on the stranger’s shoulder. “now you. if i had to guess-- you’re both. if i douse you in fairy dust you could fly around like a giant projectile raining pain.”

Laughter left their painted lips, their figure seat a top one of the tables where the contents of all glasses had been spilled and guests had fled while Nox was rushed with excitement as he looked over the chaos ahead, feet kicking back and forth. “On your right! Right! Yeah, hit it!” @terrvrs​

#| 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ; puck | #c: nox #tales.event004 #why did we pair these two up #A BAD IDEA

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@expuracordis

Fact of the matter is… you are just a pretty face. 

#| 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟 ; calcifer | #feat. markl #| 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 ; inspo | #i love two dumb boys

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Count Dracula (1970), directed by Jesús Franco.

#| 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 ; chernabog | #| 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 ; inspo | #this is his summer home #look how cozy it is #jk this is his throwaway castle when he doesn't want #his hookups to know who he is

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byeol.

EVENT 004  :  the royal wedding !

‘ it does . ’ he sighs fondly at the kiss , hooking his arms around narcissus’ neck . ‘ i’m still deciding if i should be happy that you know me well , or slightly terrified that you know too much . ’ byeol teases , pressing their forehead together . ‘ i can’t stop my words , not when i have my muse next to me , not when i want more of you . ’ the admittance warms him , insides fluttering from memories of their youth . ‘ you had most , if not , all of mine . i never really had a chance to enjoy my youth , not until i’ve met you . ’

“you don’t have to be scared.“ cissus exhales into the small space between them, then tips his chin up to kiss byeol’s forehead. “i’m not going to hurt you that way. not any more.” he hopes byeol understands what he means-- the infidelity and the bad habits, the late nights when he’d left byeol to sleep alone on their bed. he laughs to lighten the mood, and rests both hands on byeol’s waist as he teases. “ i expect some of the royalties-- since i’m the one inspiring you.” it’s an odd place to share these open-hearted confessions, or perhaps the best place now that cissus thinks it over. a wedding. promises of forever.

“think you’ll let me have more of your years?”

#| 𝕒 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 ; narcissus | #c: byeol #tales.event004 #on this edition of kilig hours #we need some angst #this is too much

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kor.

❛  prettier  than  you  ?  is  that  possible  ?  i’m  with  niklaus  .  he  …   asked  me  out .  ❜

“looking at you-- it’s possible. but niklaus? poseidon’s kid? i can’t believe you, kor. keeping it in that family, huh?“

#| 𝕒 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 ; narcissus | #c: kora #tales.event004

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juliet.

“ i hear there’s an open seat next to the exit ; you’re more than welcome to leave . “ 

“and miss out on the chance of annoying you? never. where’s your date so i can scare them off with stories about you.“

#| 𝕒 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 ; narcissus | #c: juliet #tales.event004

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etienne.

Damn. Etienne had been doing his best to avoid the werewolves, but it figured that one would eventually get in his way. As much as he did not like his odds, he was also not going to cower before any dumb werewolf. Baring his fangs, he hissed, “Alright then, pup. Let’s see you make me.”

there's no love spared between wolves and vampires-- and now with the unexpected shift of the moon in his bones he steps forward. the turning is incomplete. there's more skin than fur, fangs and teeth mangled in his mouth. with the claws that grow from his fingers-- lyall attempts to stab them into the vampire's chest, his intent to rip out the creature's heart.

#| 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 ; big bad wolf | #c: etienne #tales.event004 #i am still terrified #of that gif #tw blood #tw violence #tw gore

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elsa.

“I have ways to protect myself – and this is the only glass I’m drinking today.”

“that’s the only good thing about these parties. the booze. if you’re only drinking one-- make it something stiffer.“

#| 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 ; big bad wolf | #tales.event004 #c: elsa

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willa.

“Oh, excuse me, I didn’t realize your pack was so elite.  So did you try to kill her too, or do you not do that to people with enough money?”

“stop putting words in my mouth. tiana was born a wolf. lone pup like you-- you’re lucky you survived this long. when are you gonna give it up?“

#| 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 ; big bad wolf | #c: willa #tales.event004