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Okay but @starlyht and @standbetween

Delancourt having both Mal and Thom at court with her. I’m not sure WHAT would happen but the mental image of

Mal: nothing but my gay intuition

Delan: 🤨

Thom: *rolling his eyes*

Just sends me

#ch; Delancourt

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❛ Ghosts are real. ❜ He felt you should know, Queenie. Sorry Queenie.

Queenie had a bit of tofu halfway to her mouth when John offered up that little nugget. She paused, mouth still open, eyes less focused on the Instagram feed open on her phone than they had been, while she considered this new information. It wasn’t surprising—neither that John the had this knowledge nor that ghosts were in fact real—but Q hadn’t really been calibrated to think about how she’d react to the existence of specters.

“Oookay,” she sighed, plopping the piece of tofu in her mouth and setting her phone down, “and you’re telling me this why?”

Her confusion on the sudden reveal was overwhelmed by the curiosity begin to bubble across her skin. “I wonder if I could empathetically read ghosts. Do you know?” Would they still project the auras she read a lot of her information from? What about body language? Could you have body language without a body?

“We should find a ghost and test it.”

#ch; queenie #hxllblazer

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“nothing but my gay intuition.” - mal @ delan lmfao

The mage’s words caught Delancourt entirely by surprise. She shot him a look out of the corner of her eye, trying to find any context on his face for his words. But there was no hint of joking or laughter or anything.

There was a sigh as she looked back out to the court.

“And that will help us in this situation how?” she hummed.

#ch; delancourt #starlyht #Delancourt jsut like “”’excuse me’

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Ask my Muse questions about their relationships with other Muses that I RP with. Anon or not.

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"was he a knob?" @ delan !

“Absaloutly!” In such a state of flurry and frenzy, any passerby would be forgiven for thinking something had gone terribly wrong for the young Queen. They would also be forgiven for snickering quietly to themself or a friend upon learning that the Queen was yet again annoyed with a pestering suitor and was reacting, as she was wont do to, with the over dramatic flair that would have her advisors rolling their eyes.

“Everyone would do well to leave me alone,” Delancourt huffed, “I have no intention of having a romantic partner so there is no point in trying to woo me.” It was like banging your heard against the wall. Useless, annoying, and bent to get someone injured.

Delan turned to look at Thom. “I think anyone who shows any intention of trying to pursue me should be banned immediately from any court gather. Don’t you agree?” The tone left little room for him not to.

#ch; delancourt #young Delan just being like #‘if anyone makes heart eyes at me #straight to jail’ #standbetween

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heartstopper sentence starters 

because who doesn’t want to sound like a british teenager? tv show & graphic novel/webcomic

“honestly, i’m having a proper, full-on gay crisis.”

“why are straight people like this?”

“oh, you’re being gay. good job. carry on.”

“older sister magic.”

“was he a knob?” 

“i don’t think he’s straight.”

“i’m waiting for your mum actually.” 

“if you crave physical contact that bad, you could just say so!” 

“you guys are together?” 

“i can’t believe you’re disrespecting the bubblegum flavour.”

“i’m not giving you more money for you to lose again.”

“hey, no being sad on my birthday!”

“no. i’m going to be pissed off with him a bit longer.” 

“i have so many movies i need to force you to watch.”

“is that a potato?” 

“there’s a boy in there.” 

“ah, the age old question.” 

“i wasn’t born in the 18th century.”

“i just wanted you to know.”

“yes? was that not established the last ten times we made out?” 

“you’re my favourite person.”

“but miss, he can’t run! he really can’t!” 

“i really don’t like you.” 

“happy fucking birthday.”

“is it okay if we keep it a secret?” 

“i don’t know anything about anything.”

“go on. piss off.” 

“i’m not, like, homophobic. i’m an ally!” 

“congratulations?”

“thank you for your service.”

“i don’t think i... fit.” 

“you’re not ruining my life.”

“you’re a dork.” 

“he said he doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“i wish you didn’t have to go.”

“you look so cuddly like that.”

“nothing but my gay intuition.”

“as if anyone could replace your incredibly annoying presence in my life.”

“well, her dog died.”

“i thought we were friends, but you just forgot about me.”

"i wanna believe in romance!"

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“why are straight people like this?” @ queenie for Reasons

It was almost like watching a car crash. Despite the scene causing her just consumed lunch to churn in her stomach, Q found it hard to look away. PDA was all well and good but this much?

John’s words had Queenie finally pulling her gaze away. “I don’t know, but I need them to stop immediately.” The empath glanced again against her better judgement to the couple on the corner practically devouring each other. “And straights have the audacity to say gays are disgusting.”

#ch; queenie

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[hesitate] - mal @ delan :((

In any other circumstance, Delancourt would've stopped herself from flinging her arms recklessly around the mage and holding tight. She would've considered the ever lasting ache of his spine, his removed nature that had never lent itself to physical affection. In times past and world's gone, she would've considered the impropriety of a Queen being so familiar with someone. But she wasn't a queen here. She was just a girl, alone and longing for a world and a people that surely no longer existed. How else was she supposed to react when a familiar face wandered out of her memories and into reality?

And it was Mal. Mal who had always done his best to keep her from being a complete fool, Mal whose company she found refuge in from annoying men, Mal who she loved like a best friend and a father, Mal who she had been so sure that day her kingdom fell she had lost forever.

The hesitation was to be expected. Besides it being Mal, anyone would be reluctant to hug the weeping stranger who had suddenly flung themselves into an embrace. How different did she look to him? Did he even remember her, all these centuries later?

But then arms wrapped around her and she swore her heart would burst. It was Mal. He was here. He had survived. She wasn't alone.

"By the stars, Mal, I've missed you."

#hey ow #ch; delancourt #starlyht

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[ SIDE ] @ bartholomew !

The warlock grumbles as the larger man wraps his arm around his shoulders. It was an unspoken rule that Bartholomew assumed everyone would pick up on from the sour looks and generally spikey attitude that he did not like being touched. He had learned to tolerate the brush of fingers as coins were exchanged or the hands that lingered a little too long as jars of herbs and salves and the like were passed over to customers, but even that he could do without. The closeness, the sentiment, the vulnerability of it all? Bertie was far better off without all that, thank you.

"Is this strictly necessary?" he sighs, shooting Thom a look. Despite the voicing his displeasure and being stiffer than a wooden board, Bertie makes no moves to resist or escape. Thom will have to let go of him eventually. And when he did, Bartholomew will simply make sure to avoid standing in hugging range of the man again.

#ch; bartholomew #standbetween #; lol too many 'he's #; which he? who knows

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Of course as soon as I’m like ‘I’mma wander back to tumblr and be productive’ my body is like ‘Hey, wanna have one of the more debilitating flares you’ve had in a while?’

#under read more bc im whining #chronic illness #chronic pain #feel like i did a fucking intense work out and am noodle now #but all i did #was sleep #wtf #mun talks

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‘𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶’ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

i like hugs, and honestly i just. i think they deserve more love than they get. so here we go lads. i’m on a one-woman mission to revive the absolute love of hugs. as always!!! do NOT add to this list!! i will curse your crops and possibly your livestock!! seriously tho i might make a new list, so just. don’t do it. add a “+ REVERSE” to reverse the roles of the action!

LAST UPDATE:     10/06/22

[ LIFT ]:     sender, being taller than the shorter receiver, lifts them off the ground mid-embrace.

[ SIGH ]:     sender releases a soft sigh of relief the moment they have the receiver in their arms.

[ CHEEK ]:     sender presses a quick kiss to the receiver’s cheek on their way into the hug.

[ TEMPLE ]:     sender presses a soft kiss to the receiver’s temple while hugging them.

[ CROWN ]:     sender presses a kiss to the crown of the receiver’s head while hugging.

[ NECK ]:     sender reaches up and wraps their arms around the receiver’s neck when hugging them.

[ MIDDLE ]:     sender wraps their arms around the receiver’s middle while hugging them.

[ OPEN ]:     sender wordlessly opens their arms out to offer the receiver a long-awaited hug.

[ CRY ]:     while holding on to the receiver, the sender begins to cry into their shoulder/chest/hair (depending on height difference and whatnot.)

[ HAIR ]:      sender buries one hand into the receiver’s hair while hugging them.

[ CUP ]:      sender gently cups one hand against the back of the receiver’s head while hugging them.

[ ASSURE ]:     sender quietly reassures the receiver that everything’s okay while they’re hugging one another.

[ HESITATE ]:     startled by a sudden hug from the receiver, the sender pauses for a moment, before hesitantly returning the embrace.

[ CLING ]:     sender wraps their arms tightly around the receiver, clinging on to them throughout the embrace.

[ STROKE ]:     sender slowly and repeatedly runs a hand through the receiver’s hair in a soothing motion while they hug.

[ SPIN ]:     while hugging the receiver, the sender lifts them off the ground and begins to spin them both in a giddy, joyful circle.

[ FALL ]:     receiving a sudden and forceful embrace from the receiver, the sender stumbles and falls to the ground while still hugging them.

[ THROW ]:     sender suddenly flings their arms around the receiver in an impulsive embrace.

[ SPRINT ]:     seeing the receiver across the room, the sender sprints across the distance between them to give them a hug.

[ PULL ]:     sender physically pulls the receiver (by the hand or waist or arms, etc.) into a hug

[ SHOULDER ]:     sender buries their face into the receiver’s shoulder/the crook of their neck while hugging them.

[ WAIST ]:     sender jumps up at the last minute while running to hug the receiver, wrapping their legs around their waist and their arms around their neck as they hug them.

[ SIDE ]:     sender wraps an arm around the receivers shoulders and pulls them in for a side-hug.

[ GIFT ]:     while hugging the receiver, the sender slips something into their pocket out of the public eye. (FEEL FREE TO SPECIFY WHAT THIS GIFT IS!)

[ GUIDE ]:     as they go in for a hug, the sender gently rests a hand and guides the receiver’s head to rest against their shoulder/chest.

[ CHIN ]:     sender, while hugging the receiver, rests their chin on top of their head.

[ SWAY ]:     while embracing the receiver, the sender begins to sway in a slow, soothing manner.

[ COAT ]:     as they go for a hug, the sender opens out their jacket so the receiver can “share” it, warming them up as best they can while they hug.

[ HUM ]:     as they embrace, the sender begins to gently hum under their breath to soothe and relax the receiver.

[ CIRCLE ]:     while they’re hugging, the sender begins to rub their hand in slow circles on the receiver’s back.

[ SUBSIDE ]:     an emotionally distressed sender initially shoves and strikes out at the receiver, but collapses into tears after a few moments and sinks against them for a hug.

[ CARRY ]:     the sender pulls an emotionally/physically exhausted receiver into an embrace, then lifts them off their feet and carries them to a sofa/bed to let them lie down and get some rest.

[ COLLAPSE ]:     a weakened sender (either from exhaustion or injuries or whatever!) sinks into the receiver’s embrace, only to collapse in their arms, too weak to move. 

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...I am still alive. I’ve just been eaten by craft show and thesis writing...

#plus spontaneus international travel #bc that happens sometimes #mun talks #thinking about coming abck #my girl Q needs some love

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1. write your URL

2. write the URL of the person who sent the ask

This is my like nicest relaxed handwriting I need you to know. My handwriting ranges WILDLY

#ghostsandmirrors #handwriting

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Handwriting Asks

Send me a number and I’ll handwrite the answer for you!

1. write your URL

2. write the URL of the person who sent the ask

3. write your blog title

4. write the blog title of the person who sent the ask

5. your name

6. your birthday

7. where you live right now

8. where you were born

9. today’s date

10. current time

11. relationship status

12. the first 5 words that come to your mind

13. your number of followers

14. the number of blogs you’re following

15. the URLs of your tumblr crushes

16. draw your tumblr activity graph :)

17. describe the latest post on your dashboard

18. favorite band(s), musician(s)

19. favorite song(s)

20. favorite lyric(s)

21. favorite album(s)

22. favorite color(s)

23. celebrity crushes

24. favorite food

25. favorite beverage

26. favorite TV show(s)

27. favorite movie(s)

28. favorite actors or actresses

29. describe what you’re wearing right now

30. write something for the person who sent the ask

31. ships?

32. favorite season(s)

33. favorite ice cream flavor(s)

34. a place you wanna go on holiday

35. favorite number

36. favorite meme(s)

37. favorite animal(s)

38. favorite quote(s)

39. a random fact about yourself

40. write your name with your non-dominant hand

41. handwrite a message to your followers

42. something of your choice (specify in ask)

#ask game #; since I can’t convince myself to write

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Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

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hxllblazer​:

“Well you’re definitely not anything related to the demons I see for poker on a Friday night, that’s for sure.” Especially when that little display brought quite the raise of a brow and a mild look of interest to his features. Definitely nothing from upstairs either, John was sure that all of the cigarettes, alcohol, and other bad choices hadn’t dulled out his ability to smell even a touch of Heaven just yet.

And yet the power he could feel on his skin… surely, saying the wrong thing would likely lead to one John Constantine discovering just what it is those teeth were really capable of.

“If you’re a god of sorts, you’re lookin’ at the wrong bloke to go and horrify into being a good little boy.” John could hardly help but muse around the rim of his glass. “If the angels sent you t’ force me hand and join their ridiculous crusade of horseshite, then you can go back and tell His Holiness personally that I said t’ piss right off no matter what kind of offer they think will convince me t’ ‘save me soul’ or whatever it is they’re calling it…”

There was a pause as he held up his glass a little. “Anything outside of that well… don’t really care ‘cause I’m down a few dozen drinking buddies—even if your stench of decay’s gonna make the hangover much worse.”

Poker with demons. Talk of angels and the Almighty. Between the two of them, this man may have the more interesting identity than she. It was hard to beat being a horseman of the apocalypse, but that was at least a relatively well known creatures. A human with this intimate of knowledge of the supernatural? Not quite so familiar. 

The comparison to a god, especially one that influenced goodness, had Famine snorting out a laugh and the entire lack of respect for the Almighty had a genuine smile crossing her lips. An enemy of the Almighty was a friend of Famine’s.

But then he called her stinky and Famine wasn’t so sure she’d made a new friend. The horseman sipped at her drink as she considered if she should be offended.

“Well, you can add horseman of apocalypse to your cadre of creatures,” Famine mused, “Sure that’s a new one.” After all, there were only four of them and this man did somehow know one of her siblings, she wanted to know. Mostly so she could get up and leave.

#ch; famine #hxllblazer