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i  know  i  havent  really.  posted  any  warning  but  !!   i  moved  blogs  due  to.  the  suppression  of  some  muses  +  a  lot  of  old  drafts  and.  inactive  mutuals.  

if  you’re  still  interested  in  writing,  i’m  still  @treppenwitzz !!  just  check  out  the  muse  list  beforehand  <3

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i  know  i  havent  really.  posted  any  warning  but  !!   i  moved  blogs  due  to.  the  suppression  of  some  muses  +  a  lot  of  old  drafts  and.  inactive  mutuals.  

if  you’re  still  interested  in  writing,  i’m  still  @treppenwitzz !!  just  check  out  the  muse  list  beforehand  <3

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i  know  i  havent  really.  posted  any  warning  but  !!   i  moved  blogs  due  to.  the  suppression  of  some  muses  +  a  lot  of  old  drafts  and.  inactive  mutuals.  

if  you’re  still  interested  in  writing,  i’m  still  @treppenwitzz !!  just  check  out  the  muse  list  beforehand  <3

#IMPORTANT .

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nicola peltz as amber altmyer in back roads ( 2018 )

#LOU ARCHEAMBEAU visage . #stupid beech but i love her #look at her being Terrible #Q.

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    «        you    know    well    that    i    hate    open    those    stupid    emails.        »    mauve    acts    like    a    mirror,    reflecting    the    anger    of    russet    with    the    same    intensity.        «        the    one    who    has    made    the    address    email    should    of    it    take    care    ...    and    guess    what    !    it    is    you    who    is    taken    care    of    it.        »    she    has    the    air    of    a    kid    who    makes    a    crisis,    but    for    be    honest,    it    changes    not    a    lot    from    the    usual    :    she    hates    the    responsabilities    that    falls    to    her    without    to    her    asking    her    opinion.

                            @treppenwitzz​  ✴  mauve  /  german  syntax  starter  xo

                    «  GOD  DAMN  ME,  MAUVE,  if  you  not  soon  learn,  how  one  on  important  emails  answers,  will  you  the  consequences  outbath  must.  »  she  is  angry  because  this  the  fifth  draw  in  one  month  is.  she  is  it  SATURATED,  everyone’s  bureaucracy  to  run  after.  she  makes  so  or  so  already  enough.  «  start,  your  emails  to  check,  else  your  last  little  hour  has  beaten.  »

#vorhersage #MAUVE USHIDA writings . #this is basically word to word french (i Tried) and its So Cursed im agshs #yes i legit logged on the multi just to reply to this no one judges me pls

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MAUVE .  

why    do    you    hurt    ?            :            you're    choking    on    how    much    you    have    to    try

you    have    tried.    you    have    carried    the    weight    of    the    world    on    your    shoulders    and    accepted    more    responsibilities    than    you    have    ever    wanted,    even    intended    to    gain.    it    isn't    crushing    -    you    are    strong    enough    to    hold    it    -    but    you    are    choking.    you    don't    know    what    to    do    with    it.    you    don't    know    where    it    goes,    how    to    move    this    weight    everyone    knows    you    can    hold    onto,    and    do    you    even    want    to    get    rid    of    it?    Never.    You    would    not    give    this    to    -    force    this    on    -    anyone    else.    but    you    /can't/.    but    you    are    choking    on    it.    your    body    will    hold    it    up    even    when    you    lose    all    the    air    in    your    lungs,    and    your    footing,    and    your    courage.    it    does    not    mind    choking    you.    it    seems    almost    designed    to    do    so.    if    you    weren't    wrung    out    you    wouldn't    be    doing    this    thing    properly.

tagged  by  :  @prophezeiung​  thanks  it  Hurts

tagging  :  dont  be  a  coward  &  steal  it  :)

#MAUVE headcanons . #Q.

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@prophezeiung​    :    LAZULI  &  MAUVE .

remember    :    not    trying's    all    i'm    good    for,     and    i    really    dunno    how    to    make    anything    matter besides,    pretending's    gotten    a    lot    harder     now    that    you're    asking    for    more.    

not    trying    wasn't    the    whole    plan but    it's    the    only    thing    that    got    me    anywhere...

silence    as    a    presence,     when    the    guitar    sings    the    rest    of    your    song    for    you and    body    follows    the    beat    even    if    it    doesn't    want    to, head    nodding    at    all    the    right    moments    while    the    eyes    stay    closed. voice    isn't    more    than    a    whisper,    because    mauve only    belts    out    the    final    project,    when    she    really    feels    it down    to    her    toes.

here,    she    sings,    you're    always    wondering    if    i'm    giving    my    all,    is    that    even    fair    ?

keeps    it    as    that    ;    a    slow,    melancholic    question that    ends    the    first    draft    of    a    song more    than    she'll    never    say    to    cerise,    or    any    of    the    girls.    

«        it's    shit.        »    she    drawls    it,    voice    too    slow    for    the    expected    tempo    of    the    insult it's    like    she    kept    the    words    under    her    tongue just    long    enough    to    know    them    by    heart the    thing    with    mauve    is    that    she    could    tell    you    anything and    you'd    believe    her    :    she    doesn't    have    the    rhythm    of    liars prefers    her    violence    slow    &    meaningful. eyes    open    to    stare    at    lazuli,    an    inquiry    without    question    mark «        what    about    your    verse.    let's    try    that.        »

#prophezeiung #MAUVE writings . #mauve : can write lyrics #eve : Cannot #Q.

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@zukunftsvision​     GETS   SOME   POETRY .

here's    the    thing: she    wants    rose    like    an    afterthought like    the    ice    cubes    in    your    lemonade    on    a    summer    day like    glitter    on    your    eyelids    during    a    party or    cool    yellow    boots    for    when    the    sky    decides    to    drown    the    grass she    wants    rose    like    all    those    small    things put    together    to    make    life    worth    living and    she    doesn't    really    know    how    to    say    it she    wants    but    it's    never    what    she's    asking    for there's    a    can    you    stay    with    me    ?    on    her    lips    and    it    sounds    wrong sounds    like    a    friendly    invitation doesn't    rhyme    with    girlfriend...    or    maybe    it    does,    a    chasm    between    the    two    words girl                                    friend and    nef    trying    desperately    to    bring    them    closer. she    doesn't    know    how    to    get    what    she    bargained    for doesn't    really    know    what    she    bargained    for all    she    knows    is    that    she    won't    have    it    long    if    she    can't    say    something so    she    looks    at    rose, big    blue    eyes    pleading, murmuring, «        hey,    do    you    ever...    fall    in    love    ?        » think    :    a    chasm    like    silence and    her    filling    it    with    philosophical    inquiries girldoyoueverfallinlovefriend which    is    to    say, do    you    think    you    could    just    once    ?    with    me    ? i'll    make    it    worth    your    while,    i    promise.

#zukunftsvision #NEPHELLE AYLING writings . #heres ur poetry starter agshs #idk what it is but Yeah

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𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚝𝚊𝚛    𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊    𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚕,    original    character,    dreamt    by    eve.

#SELF - PROMO . #if you're looking for me im mostly over there but !! i'll be queueing some replies throughout the week <3

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WHICH  OF  MY  FAVOURITE  SPECIFIC  CHARACTER  ARCHETYPES  ARE  YOU?

the prophet martyr.     someone representing something divine.  eyes fixed above everyone else's, on something too great for words.  a person with a heart aflame, and a distant sort of kindness to everyone, a person who'd trade everything simply to understand.

tagged by:   @prophezeiung​ <3 ty op

tagging:  steal  it  !!

#MILENA OF SEKKORITH headcanons . #agvshs i love this smh #milena on top of her moutain watching it all unfold is a Vibe #Q.

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he can hear the music from the other room,   noise booming against the walls and the bass vibrating against the furniture.       donovan has extracted himself from the group a few minutes ago,   preferring to hear their laughter and yells from the couch as he lounges on kavinsky’s couch,    one leg hanging off it and the other rested gently on top.     he’s having a smoke and a beer,    bottle gripped in his fist and joint hanging from his lips as he stares out the window.    he sees the trees of henrietta and the dark night sky,   too much light pollution even in this shitty little town for him to see the stars.    the moon winks at him,   so he turns his gaze away and tilts his head back enough to be able to see into the next room.     of course it’s swan who catches him looking.    it makes donovan grin,    sharp and lazy,    as he drags from the joint.

even when swan blows the stupid fucking kiss,   donovan’s still grinning,   too lost in his own high to summon frustration.     he abandons the bottle of beer on the floor and lifts his free hand in the air,   fist closing around the invisible kiss.   then he gets up from the couch,    his movements slow but engaging,   hair falling on his face and hip brushing against the table beside him.      he’s in swan’s line of view now,   fist held in front of his face.    donovan’s making sure swan’s following it,   like a dog follows a treat,   as he lowers his fist down to his crotch.    there goes swan’s kiss.    and donovan’s now showing him the middle finger as he walks back into the room,    grin disappearing and leaving behind a cruel curl of the corners of his lips.       “  suck it,   loser.  ”     he doubts the others know why he’s saying it,   though it’s not unnatural for donovan to say anything else than this to swan.   

putain,    this    guy    really    is    a    piece    of    work.    the    kiss    was    sent    as    a    warning,    always    is,    even    if    you    aren't    sure,    even    if    you    think    swan    may    be    flirting.    he    is,    he    always    is,    but    that    doesn't    mean    there    isn't    a    knife    hidden    in    the    roses.    he's    like    the    fine    print    on    a    contract,    hidden    by    all    the    advantages    written    in    big    letters.    looks    too    hot    to    be    bad,    you    know    ?    so    he    sends    a    kiss,    and    don    takes    it,    and    tries    to    make    a    joke    out    of    it    because    the    gay    is    showing.    interesting    choice    of    place,    though,    which    has    swan    raising    an    eyebrow.    «        t'aimerais    bien...        »    he    mouths    to    himself,    and    then,    louder,    grinning    like    he's    the    king    __    and    he    might    as    well    be,    here,    without    k    around,    taller    than    everyone    else,    smiling    and    drinking    and    dancing,    knowing    he    could    ask    anyone    to    take    him    home    and    they'd    say    yes...    power    really    comes    in    all    shapes,    and    tonight    swan's    got    all    of    it    within    easy    reach.    «        is    that    an    offer    ?    because    i    have    to    say,    you    are    really    not    my    type        »    he    exclaims    loudly    while    the    boy    marches    on.    difficult    to    say    if    he    heard    don    or    simply    ventured    a    wild    guess    from    the    gesture.    

#godbanes #SWAN DE BEAUFORT writings . #im sorry its so shot.................... and kinda ugly #but its swan so like. its justified

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“    then    stop    trying,    ”    an    even    tongue    doesn’t    miss    a    beat,    free    of    malice    and    patience    alike.    love,    for    arthur,    has    always    been    one    of    the    few    simple    things,    never    something    to    hide    from    nor    to    obsess    over,    never    the    cause    of    his    demise    nor    his    reason    for    living.    morton    is    all    of    these    at    once,    and    arthur    could    hate    him    for    it    if    the    centuries    did    not    attrite    his    harsher    emotions.    if    they’re    lucky,    perhaps    they’ll    find    each    other    before    it’s    too    late    next    time,    but    for    now,    perhaps    forever,    the    truth,    viewed    from    all    directions,    is    this:    “    or    don’t.    it’s    hardly    like    either    of    us    have    a    choice.    ”     

love    leaves    a    fool    taste    on    the    tongue    ;    uncertainty    falls    over    him    after    the    admission    of    his    defeat.    those    are    not    words    he    would    have    desired    to    hear    uttered,    and    those    are    not    words    he    thought    he    would    ever    say    to    anyone    outloud.    love    has    always    worn    the    same    name,    the    one    in    dark    black    ink    on    his    skin,    or    obsessively    scrawled    in    his    journals.    love    was    no    mystery,    no    difficulty.    it    was    just    her,    with    her    nice    smile    and    her    beautiful    ideas.    her    with    her    tantrums    and    her    jealousy.    her.    it    was    her    for    so    long    he    doesn't    know    when    the    name    slipped    away    ___    because    the    love    didn't.    the    love    is    still    there,    like    a    ghost    in    the    back    of    his    head.    but    the    ghost    is    not    alone    anymore    &    that    is    a    scary    thought.    that    graves    managed    to    slip    his    way    into    his    mind    unnoticed.    that    graves    got    there,    or,    apparently,    that    clarence    put    him    there    on    his    own,    without    him    even    desiring    the    spot...    well.    that    is    a    quite    uncomfortable    situation,    now,    isn't    it    ?

«        that's    it,    then?    you    want    me    to    walk    away?        »    he    murmurs,    he    demands,    reaching    out    against    his    better    judgement.    reaching    out    because    he    must,    because    he    cannot    take    the    decision    on    his    own.    clarence    is    a    lot    of    things,    but    he    is    not    the    kind    of    man    to    walk    away    __    love    is    at    stake    and    he    is    terribly    weak.    desperate    not    to    be    alone    anymore,    and    still    facing    the    wall    of    his    fears    :    finally    accepting    a    feeling    just    to    watch    it    get    rejected.    worst,    to    watch    it    get    rejected    by    the    one    person    the    universe    has    supposedly    made    just    for    him.    fuck,    he    really    should    have    seen    that    one    coming.    «        i'll    do    it,    i    don't    care.    but    don't    make    it    look    like    you're    being    forced.    you're    not.    you're    making    a    choice.    don't    be    a    fucking    coward    and    own    it.        »    

#zukunftsvision #CLARENCE MORTON writings . #why is their first thread angst............ #also i have no idea what is happening or why it is happening but #i like it

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the atomic  chic  —  modern  fantasy  au!  ft.  angel  cerise  ( @godbanes ),  bogwitch  rosie  velvet ( @rosedha ),  fae  mauve ( @treppenwitzz ),  fairy  mazarin ( @orakelspruch ),  demon  xanthe ( @kosmogramm ),  aura  seer  rose ( @zukunftsvision ),  spirits  seer  russet ( @vorhersage​ ),  siren  viridian ( @wahrsagung )  and  witch  lazuli! bonus:  driver  jimbo  ( @skoolbully​​ )

#& THE ATOMIC CHIC . #THE AUDACITY OF LUNA POSTING THIS WITHOUT WARNING #im shrimping so hard

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prophezeiung·:

          “ this  feels  like  i’m  intruding  on  a  private  moment,  man, ”  a  shadow  of  a  grin,  unsure  still  on  this  foreign  territory,  a  feigned  yeah-i’m-keeping-up.  lynch  in  gansey’s  wrecked  camaro  was  a  picture  for  the  ages.  lynch  in  gansey’s  dream-copy  camaro  is  a  fucking  real-life  miracle.  “ the  fucking  sexual  tension  between  you  and  this  car  is  even  worse  up  close.  how’s  it  feel,  hm?  to  finally  hold  her  again  and  knowing  gansey  is  only  gonna  kill  you  a  little? ”

head    turned    to    the    side    with    a    smile    like    a    razor    blade    unsheathed.    maybe    it    is,    he    does    not    say.    maybe    you    are.    instead    eyes    go    back    to    the    road    (his    one    true    love)    and    fingers    tap    lightly    on    the    steering    wheel    ;    the    feel    of    it    under    his    hands,    proof    of    his    own    power.    gansey    will    be    mad    __    but    will    he    even    realize    the    truth    ?    will    he    see    ?    eyes    have    roamed    over    each    little    imperfection    of    the    pig    ;    getting    to    know    the    goddamn    car    had    been    part    of    getting    to    know    gansey,    and    ronan    has    always    been    a    tad    too    meticulous    about    that.    just    like    the    bike    &    adam.    blue    &    her    stupid    hairclips.    there's    something    about    people    and    their    things    ;    fastest    way    to    read    between    their    lines.    to    know    where    to    strike    or    what    to    protect.    «        he    won't    kill    me.        »    tongue    over    sharp    teeth    in    the    prolonged    smile    __    like    he    can't    help    it.    «        he    won't    even    know.    look    at    her    !    she's    fucking    perfect.        »

#prophezeiung #RONAN LYNCH writings . #i miss these idiots #also i still havent started rereading tdt so i have no recollection of This #so its ooc my bad sorry in advance agvsh

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back    to uni    !!    i    hate    it    and    will    probably    be    too    busy    crying    over    random    books    i    wont    even    open    to    be    writing    on    here.    if    that's    the    case,    you    can    catch    me    on    discord    :    eve    lève-toi#9339    though    fair    warning    im    as    slow    on    there    as    i    am    on    tunglr.    

#IMPORTANT .

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@godbanes​,  DONOVAN  SAID  :   i know you’re keeping secrets. something is making you sick. you’re paler and thinner and your eyes have a weird shine.

«        you    want    my    beauty    secret,    dino,    is    that    it    ?        »        the    question    has    less    to    do    with    interest    &    resembles    more    a    warning.    

besides,    she    approaches    too    fast    to    be    anything    but    looking    for    a    fight.    from    up    close,    bright    eyes    are    indeed    bluer    than    usual    __    strange    tint    of    them,    like    pure    liquid    entrapped    by    glass    ...    madness    in    those    baby    blues.    as    for    the    rest,    too    thin,    too    sick    ;    she    looks    down    at    the    body    betraying    her,    revealing    all    of    her    secrets.    she    knew    it    would,    it    always    does,    just    like    the    mind,    it    is    unreliable.    you    can't    trust    anyone,    especially    yourself.    she    thought    she    knew,    but    there    are    always    new    unexpected    ways    __    the    body    is    a    machine    built    for    breaking.    the    mind    is    the    drunk    driver    of    that    stupid    broken    car.    

soon    she's    scoffing,    soon    she's    laughing,    soon    she's    looking    at    him    like    he's    crazy.    «        i    got    all    kinds    of    secrets.        »    it's    a    murmur,    it's    a    threat.    it's    lou    when    she's    manic,    lou    when    she's    not    high    «        what    makes    you    think    i    wanna    share    ?        »            

#godbanes #LOU ARCHEAMBEAU writings .

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#eye contact / #NEPHELLE AYLING visage . #thinking abt Her