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NEXT SEASON WE GET ELFHAME ????????

bro look how beautiful the sprites are I'm going to cry

#( 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 ┊ out of character ) #( NON RP BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. ) #( PLEASE I AM FROTHING IN THE MOUTH PLEASE PLEASE #( I NEED MY FAE FIX THIS HAS TO GET A S2 OK #( IF LEGACIES CAN CONTINUE SO CAN THIS EVEN IF IT'S BAD CHARACTER WISE I JUST NEED TO SEE THE FAE #( the fae are the only nicely written fr fr #( I NEED TO SEE THE ELFHAME PREMISES THE SEELIE QUEEN SILARIA IS ALREADY MENTIONED

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bro look how beautiful the sprites are I'm going to cry

#( 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 ┊ out of character ) #( NON RP BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. ) #( the fae ever so casually spreading the sleeping antidote because “FRIENDSHIP WAS THE GOAL” is kind of ooc for the hollyverse but like #( at least we got the sprites?? #( you say to cardan “the power was friendship all along” and he will laugh at your face for the next 5-8 business days fr

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One manicured brow arches beneath a sea of black curls, messy still from his previous dalliance with the two pixies that just now scurried out of his chambers, their gazes cast to the ground and unable to meet the hard eyes of his Seneschal ― the same hard eyes that now regard him with the same intensity of two coals, scorching in hatred. Or is it disgust ? Cardan can never quite tell when Jude is concerned.

❛ You can hardly call two fair folk a harem, ❜ Merely states the High King with a dismissive wave of a beringed hand. And, though he tries his best to be on his best behaviour, to not jeer her further than he already has, his lips curl into a smirk and his head tilts to the side, until it rests against the frame of his door. ❛ Take caution, darling Seneschal. Were I to not know better, I would say you were rather envious. You would not wish to give the court the wrong impression, would you ? ❜

"Might be something to do with the harem that came out your bedroom."

#acourtcfmuses #( acourtcfmuses | jude ) #( 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 ┊ main ) #( >:) he loves sparkling jude's envy

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open

❛ Why is it that every time I talk to you, you make me sound like a male prostitute ? ❜

#( 𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ┊ open starters )

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"It's too late to turn back now." (For our plotted stuff)

General Sentences, Vol. 17

He needs not to be told twice for, for that, Cardan is absolutely certain. Judging by the position of the moon in the sky ― one which grows all the more starless the further they approach the mortal land territory due to the common phenomenon known as pollution, which himself has read about in countless mortal books ― it has been little more than a handful of hours since their haste escape from the Palace of Elfhame, inundated by the knights of the Grand General and the personal guard of his eldest brother; all of whom on the search for the youngest Prince, and the sole Greenbriar ― at least, to their knowledge ― to make it out alive from the Bloody Coronation. The witch is right ― it is far too late to turn back now, for most of Elfhame ( if not all ) will be looking for him, eager to receive the new High King's favour by presenting him what he desires most; the means to properly ascend onto the throne of Elfhame, and wear the Blood Crown upon his brow.

And, he supposes, there is also the fact that they are currently travelling upon the back of a gryphon ― a magical creature that the young witch ever so happened to have within her disposal, lurking between the trees of the Milkwood and thus hidden from the sight of the prying Folk that might be wondering on and about. The Prince doubts that were he to lose his mind and command it back, the creature would heed his word and turn to land them upon the solid ground of Insmear; It appears to be far too devoted to the girl, and far too irked with him, who grasps upon the pin feathers of its back while it flies through the night as though his life depends on it. And it does.

His options are very severely limited to either staying put and following the witch to. . . wherever it is she is taking him, really, or to let go, take a deep dive upon the raging waters of Elfhame and sincerely pray to Mab that whatever sea creature, be it a Merfolk, a Nixie or something much worse than the both of them combined, will be far too occupied munching on something else than to drown him beneath the waves. And this time, were he to go under, he has not Nicasia in his company, to cast her charm upon him and aid him to breath under the asphyxiating thick waters of the Undersea.

And then, there is also the slight, insignificant detail of being magically bound to the witch, a direct result of the debt he owes her for granding him a safe exit from the Palace of Elfhame. Whether he wishes to or not, until the debt is repaid, he is physically incapable of leaving her presence for long.

First with Jude and now with the girl, it would appear as though the night has it in it that he is an unwilling participant from one bargain to another. He just prays to Mab it ends there, for owing to two mortals is horrendous already; Cardan dreads the prospect of more adding to it.

Mab, he needs some wine. Preferably a whole barrel of it.

❛ Any land would be splendid for you to leave me upon, ❜ Calls the Prince over the thundering of the wind around him, and the sea of black curls, currently whipping across his face with such an intensity his cheeks have gone numb. His tail, currently hidden beneath the silk, white shirt of his attire coils nervously around his middle, tightening around his waist as though a snake with its prey - evidence enough of the panic that is currently coursing through him like a jolt of electricity, even though his face remains void of such complex emotion, schooled into obedience since very early in his life. ❛ I appreciate the gesture, but truly, any semblance of land would do just fine. Even a rock, really. ❜

#mugglebrn #( 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 ┊ answered ) #( 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 ┊ main )

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do they prefer their shampoos and soaps plain, or do they like to smell like something specific?

muse question from your prompts!

mundane headcanons

🚿 personal hygiene

As a prince of elfhame ― and a fae nonetheless ―, cardan does not do anything in mediocrity, including the scents he chooses to bathe in. Though in elfhame shampoo does not exist in the same context as it does in the Ironside ( aka the mortal land ), the folk of the air do extract fragrances from flowers, trees and anything else that can be extracted, and they use such oils and fragrances in the baths they take. For Cardan, he opts for jasmine and night-blooming flowers ( and perhaps the latter is why he is rumoured to be so charismatic as to charm a night-blooming flower to bloom in broad daylight ) and considering he bathes twice a day and also that the folk do not sweat for the scent to be tainted, it stays with him. When he visits Ironside, however, given he knows next to nothing concerning shampoos and conditioners and whatnot, he opts for the shampoo that will make his tail feel smoother to the touch as well as his hair. He does, however, like his soaps to be as fragrant as possible, even if the scent does not quite stick with him considering the material all mortal soaps are made of. that is why he frequently uses any cologne he might get his hands on.

#( 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ┊ headcanons ) #( 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ┊ character study ) #( 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 ┊ answered ) #2wanlake

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Some faerie: is she- covered in blood?

Cardan: yes. It really brings out her eyes don’t you think?

#( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 ┊ crack ) #( he stands by his wife's rights & her wrongs

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General Sentences, Vol. 17

(Assorted original sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Be very careful about what you say to me next."

"Can I walk you home?"

"Look, I should never have arrested you the way I did."

"Are you seriously bringing this up right now?"

"You absolutely stink of cheap aftershave."

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Come on, let's get this over with."

"Why would you say something like that?"

"Is that seat taken?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's nice to be working with you again!"

"Shoot him or I'll shoot you!"

"Do you smoke?"

"You started this!"

"You truly are pathetic."

"You're like a restless toddler."

"What am I afraid of? I think the better question is what are you afraid of?"

"I've been watching you for some time."

"You have no clue what it takes to do what I do!"

"I must warn you, you are about to set a very dangerous precedent."

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

"I wish I'd never met you!"

"I don't even know your name."

"Are you mad at me or something?"

"Can I ask a dumb question?"

"You are not in charge!"

"How many languages do you speak?"

"If you are in trouble, I can help you!"

"Are you mocking me?"

"What are you smiling about?"

"Do you know this city well?"

"This is as much on you as it is on me!"

"Do you remember the day we met?"

"It's too late to turn back now."

"How long have you worked here?"

"Are you going to fight him?"

"You must not know who I am. Want to find out?"

"Don't worry, it's not my blood."

"Have you heard? They're going to give me an award!"

"Do I know you? You look so familiar."

#( 𝐨𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 ? ┊ prompts )

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🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

🥹🥹 right back at you baby, thank you so much this made me smile.

#vulpesse #( 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 ┊ out of character ) #( positivity. ) #( save. ) #( WE LOVE THIS FOX IN THIS HOUSE

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#( 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 ┊ Elfhame ) #( 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ┊ queue )

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Insurgent- Veronica Roth

#( character study mobile. ) #( cardan

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nsfw headcanon: if one is to stroke upon cardan's tail, due to the sensitivity of it, it can get him hard in a matter of seconds. and, were one to know exactly the places where to touch him, he could reach his sexual release very, very shortly after.

#( 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ┊ headcanons ) #( tw: nsfw ) #( the tail is very sensitive ok

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Nixie

#( 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭; 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭 ┊ fae lore ) #( look at the nixies!!!

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It takes great effort for the Fae not to cast his gaze down at the now fully exposed lower half of his betrothed, to keep it lingering upon the vibrant blue hues which seem to shimmer with the mischief of such action. Mab does he wish to look ― and not only that, but to use the brunette's weight in his favour in order to flip their positions and hence have all liberty to kiss an open trail down his lower abdomen and from there to pleasure him until he can do little more but to moan incoherent nothings, far too gone in the bliss of the moment to even remember his name; or, his very own, at that matter. It would serve him well, a coin to match his own, for attempting to taunt him as he did.

Alas, all must come at their own time and for now, he is far too caught in the mortal's charm for his mind to even begin to scheme.

❛ A view most certainly appreciated, ❜ Purrs the Prince, his voice dripping honey, as soft and silky as the spider-spun shirt he bore in his belongings from Elfhame. The hand that has caught hold of his side dares loosen its grip on the muscled landscape of his back, and manicured, sharp nails rake a soft trail down his hip where they caress an invisible, soft pattern against the still-damp skin before they dart toward his shaft, trapping it between slender, long fingers that curl around it as though a snake with its prey. His lover is not hard just yet ― and how could he be, considering he has just gotten back from the thing called practice and a relaxing shower ? ― but the Fae's digits work meticulously on his member, caressing in all the right spots he knows makes Bill groan and stroking tediously, almost lazily, from its very tip to the base.

And make him lose all coherent thought Cardan would. After all, it is far too gratifying to see pleasure written all over the brunette's beautiful features, to witness the soft furrow of his brows, the part of his lips and the repeated release of heated groans and moans that have the Prince's tail curl around itself with satisfaction. But most importantly, it is that only he gets to raise such a reaction from the mortal. Only he gets to touch him like this, to bring him to the very edge of pleasure, to see him come undone.

Bill is his to touch, his to kiss, his to fuck.

Plump lips, void of any lipstick or gold-stained gloss as they most often are, curl into a smirk of their own as he leans to plant a tender kiss upon the very hollow of his throat. Bill's skin feels cool against his own, and every time a stray droplet of water drips upon the fever-like heated surface of his own, a shiver rushes down his spine and the Prince's breath hitches within his throat. He is nearly quaking with need; a need for the writer to kiss him, to run his hands down his body, to hauntingly stroke upon his tail as he so often does. He has waited for this moment all day long, since the second rose from their bed ― unfortunately ― put on his clothes and headed for the so-called university. And now, Bill is finally his to keep.

❛ Close the door, else Oak might hear. And I do not intend to rise anything less other than a scream out of you. ❜ Hoarsely states Cardan, his voice rough in its coat of desire. And yet, his legs remain firm by the writer's hips, unwilling to let him go anywhere that is not directly pressed against the Prince's body.

His shower had been long and thorough despite the fact that he had showered first in the locker room. After a rough practice like they'd had it wasn't enough, in his opinion, in order to join his boyfriend back in bed when he made it back to the apartment. Which was why he had taken another once he got in after bidding a quick hello to both Oak and Cardan.

The towel he wore was slung low on his hips when he stepped back into the bedroom. He'd only did a cursory dry-off before he left the bathroom leaving droplets of water to cascade freely down the ridges of his body. It wasn't something he really even noticed. Not when the Faerie Prince was lounging in bed half-dressed wearing nothing but a pair of Bill's own sweatpants. They were nearly falling off Cardan's narrow hips given their size difference. Bill couldn't think of anything hotter than his lover wearing his clothes in that moment.

"Me?" He repeated, head turning to look at the other curiously, brows lifting on his forehead. He wasn't sure that was something he would ever get used to. Being looked at like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. Most would look at the two of them and immediately --- and correctly --- conclude that Cardan was the single most gorgeous being ever. Not the faerie himself, however. For some reason that seemed to be Bill.

He paused in his efforts to make himself decent, but his boyfriend had completely derailed that. In the best way, of course.

Vibrant blue eyes watched as Cardan crawled towards him, his tail demonstrating just how much he was enjoying the view. His hand rested on the Fae's tail as it wrapped itself around his thigh underneath the towel, breath hitching slightly when his boyfriend leaned in close and kissed his chest. Lips lifted into a smirk and he let himself be pulled towards the bed, free hand bracing itself on the bed beside the brunette while the other moved away from Cardan's tail with a gentle squeeze in order to pull the towel off of his waist.

"Shouldn't deprive you from the full view then, should I?"

#scribedhorror #( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 ┊ main au ) #( tw: nsfw )

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#( 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ┊ musings ) #( cardan's theme song when he ascended in the throne be like; #( “they say i'm cold hearted but I'm just getting started” MY WICKED KING #Youtube

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nsfw, kinda kinky symbol prompts  … 

add  [reverse]  to the prompt for the muse doing the action to be reversed where applicable

send  [not yet] : sender’s muse edges receiver’s 

send  [car] : our muses have sex in a parked car 

send  [smack] : sender’s muse spanks receiver’s 

send  [outdoors] : our muses have sex in the woods  

send  [grind] : sender’s muse grinds on receiver’s thigh

send  [tied] : sender’s muse handcuffs / ties up receiver’s 

send [praise] : sender’s muse praises receiver’s during sex

send  [tub] : our muses share a bath / shower that turns sexual 

send  [shove] : sender’s muse roughly pins receiver’s to the wall 

send  [cuddle] : a gentle cuddle between our muses turns sexual

send  [grip] : sender’s muse closes a hand around receiver’s throat 

send  [risky] : our muses have sex somewhere they might be caught 

send [buzz] : sender’s muse makes receiver’s orgasm with a vibrator

send  [hickey] : sender’s muse leaves multiple hickies on receiver’s skin 

send  [oral] : sender’s muse uses receiver’s mouth for their own pleasure 

send  [road] : sender’s muse performs oral on receiver’s while they’re driving 

send  [grasp] : sender’s muse grabs receiver’s my the hip to pull them closer 

send  [overstimulated] : sender’s muse keeps making receiver’s muse orgasm 

send [table] : sender’s muse fingers receiver’s under a table somewhere public

send  [flash] : sender’s muse flashes receiver’s / bends over to show off lingerie

send  [awaken] : sender’s muse wakes up receiver’s by fingering them / with oral

send  [risque] : sender’s muse sends receiver’s a very saucy picture of themselves 

send  [wall] : sender’s muse picks receiver’s up to have sex with them against a wall

send  [tease] : sender’s muse purposely teases receiver’s by touching / kissing them

send  [kitchen] : sender’s muse bends receiver’s over table / counter to have sex with them 

send  [plugged ] : sender’s muse instructs receiver’s to wear a buttplug / inserts one into receiver 

send  [pull] : sender’s muse winds their hand into receiver’s hair to pull / move their head during sex

send  [title] : sender’s muse tries to rile up receiver’s by calling them a title they like ( sir, daddy, mistress, etc. )

#( 𝐨𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 ? ┊ prompts )

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I am making dinner and I'll shortly open my laptop to go through my followers & do some Sinday replies!

#( 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 ┊ out of character ) #( i went to the movies today it was nice