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|| Sorry I haven’t been around. I’ve been on X app on a different muse.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔!”

◈ 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧

written by #𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒂

— upon his broad shoulder, and with a subtle lead, he initiated their dance. His movements were confident and graceful, guiding her effortlessly across the floor. Her voluminous skirt billowed and fanned out with each precise turn he led, a soft whisper of silk against the polished floor.

As the first notes of the waltz enveloped the ballroom, Flora felt his hand gently pull her closer by the waist, the pressure firm against the rigid structure of her corset. His other hand then reached for hers, his touch warm through the delicate fabric of her glove. She lightly rested her hand —

|| I’ll get to replies tomorrow maybe. I’m too tired tonight.

|| Updated my bio cause I forgot to add stuff

❛ Be 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙪𝙡 of your thoughts, Anakin, they betray you. ❜

An independent portrayal of 𝐎𝐁𝐈-𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈 ( 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐉𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ) from the 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑺 verse.

⸻ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 !

|| I’ll try get to replies tonight friends!

❝Rock is served hot, blood warm, and revenge cold... but love is served sweet.❞

• Vampire OC
• SS with my beautiful husband @cirinoleandros.bsky.social
• MV | 21+
• literate | descriptive
• selective

「Not affiliated with Ville Valo」

♡ & ↺ please?

❝Books are a uniquely portable magic.❞

- Vampire OC
- mature content (RP21+)
- descriptive
- SS with @buffytvssummers.bsky.social

「Not affiliated with Johnny Depp」

♡ & ↺ are appreciated!

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|| Before I sleep— I have this as an open starter. I’ll RT my other thingy.

I’m still developing this OC so please be patient.

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Anubis. Mictlantecuhtli. Thanatos. A god of many names but known to all.

God of Death. Guide of Souls. Weigher of Hearts.

~ 21+ #SmutlessRP
~ #MythologyRP
~ A pantheistic portrayal
~ MV/Selectively MS

Penned by #Scripturient

|| Work tomorrow so I must sleep 😴😴

— outwards in a magnificent, hooped skirt that swayed with a subtle, ethereal grace. The fabric shimmered under the soft glow of the chandeliers, catching the light with every movement as she prepared to join the others on the dance floor.

— glove, and gently placed it in his, entrusting him to lead her onto the dance floor. Her beautiful burgundy gown, a testament to the exquisite fashion of the era, was tightly cinched at the waist by a meticulously crafted corset, accentuating her slender figure before billowing —

Flora had barely taken a sip of her champagne, yet she gracefully placed the glass on a nearby table as couples began to drift towards the center of the ballroom, preparing for the next dance. A delicate blush rose on her cheeks as she extended a hand, encased in a pristine white —

| ♕ | 𝓠ueen 𝓥ictoria

#HistorialRP | #RP | #VictoriaRP | Crossovers welcome | Writer is 21+

❝𝓣hey expect me to fail❞

—↻ & ♡—

˗ˏˋ 𝒞𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝒷 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 ˎˊ˗

★ Not new to character and fandom
★ 18+
★ Single Ship: @lxdyamidala.bsky.social
★ Dark | Mature themes
★ Split between Anakin and Vader

˗ˏˋ #StarWarsRP | #PhantomsPuppeteering ˎˊ˗

— ballroom, taking in the elegantly dressed individuals with a discerning gaze. "To an interesting night," she murmured, her voice a melodic whisper, as she raised the glass to her lips and took a delicate sip.

— sometimes preferable to have a chaperone who does not breathe quite so heavily down one's neck? The constant vigilance can be rather stifling, wouldn't you agree?" Accepting the offered glass of champagne, she swirled the effervescent liquid, her fathomless eyes sweeping across the glittering —

With a subtle inclination of her head, she gestured vaguely over her shoulder, where an older woman sat perched like a watchful gargoyle, her gaze fixed upon the swirling scene. "My chaperone is observing from a distance," she admitted, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Though, is it not —

— voice a silken whisper. "I cannot imagine attending such an occasion without both a dance card and a chaperone, lest one risk becoming utterly lost in the labyrinth of social propriety."

Another faint smile graced her porcelain features as he signed his name upon her dance card. Those dark, fathomless eyes of hers twinkled mischievously beneath the soft glow of the candlelight, hinting at secrets yet untold. "But are not all ladies prepared for such an evening?" she inquired, her —

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