A DEATH PROMISE.

but i can’t shake the feeling that , while they stand with me , there’s no one beside me. even with an army at my back , I AM STILL ALONE.

“you know, if i skim past you droning on and on about archie, i find your early entries about me quite endearing…”

“who would have known that you could write a whole paragraph about the single curl that pokes out of my beanie?”

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐍  𝐈𝐍  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 , betty  glances  down  to  the  familiar  diary  held  tightly  in  the  boy’s  grasp  ,  cheeks  flushing  such  a  bright  shade  of  crimson  she’s  sure  he  could  see it  from  where  he  was  -  dipping  her  head  down  to  let  loose  tendrils  of  gold  cover  her  face  in  hopes  of  hiding  her  flushed  cheeks.

“  well  -  i  thought  it  was  cute.  ”  a  moment’s  pause  ,  before  ,  “  and  ,  hey  !  how’d  you  even  get  that  -  ?  ”

scoffing with mock offense at how quick she was to deny that she could have ever written something so romantic about him, jughead’s grip on her precious little diary only tightens. “whoa, don’t sound too disgusted at the idea of finding your boyfriend oh so dreamy!” he shouts, unaware at the sheer volume of his voice until he hears a ( not so ) friendly reminder from mrs. cooper to get downstairs – her one condition if her daughter insisted that she continued to date “that beanie wearing cad”.

“maybe we should… hey, hey hey!” at this point, he’s apathetic towards whatever punishment mrs. cooper has in store for him downstairs; her surprise attack was a declaration of war. with her diary ( somehow ) still in his clutches, jughead falls back onto her bed with a slew of overly amused laughter; dangling her prized possession over his head just to get under her skin.

“admit that you think i’m the dreamiest of dreamboats and you can get your precious back!”

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍  𝐀𝐓  𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌  𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒  ,  even  as  she  desperately  reaches  for  her  prized  diary.  she  shouldn’t  care  so  much  ,  and  it’s  not  like  she  wouldn’t  care  if  he  had  read  it  in  the  first  place  .  .  had  most  of  the  words  on  just  about  every  page  not  been  the  most  embarrassing  things  she’d  ever  said.  ever.

her  diary  was  ,  well  -  a  safe  place  to  write  when  she  was  too  overwhelmed  to  process  her  thoughts  on  her  own.  and  sometimes  ,  those  thoughts  consisted  of  practical  novels  of  stupid  things  ;  such  as  her  paragraph  of  the  single  curl  that  poked  out  of  his  beanie  ,  or  how  she  had  felt  like  a  princess  the  day  he  had  crawled  into  her  window  and  kissed  her  ,  or  the  hours  she  had  spent  writing  about  the  butterflies  that  flitted  around  within  her  stomach  whenever  he  so  much  as  looked  at  her  with  those  viridescent  eyes  she  would  happily  drown  in.

“  having  to  bribe  your  girlfriend  into  complimenting  you  isn’t  a  good  look  for  you  ,  dreamboat.  ”  hardly  able  to  contain  her  laughter  ,  despite  her  mother’s  warnings  from  downstairs  ,  she’s  practically  tackling  him  at  this  point  ,  hand  outstretched  in  a  desperate  attempt  to  grab  the  diary  out  of  his  hands.  “  i’m  sure  if  you  wanted  complements  ,  you  could  continue reading it.  there’s  more  than  enough  there.  ”

❛     You’d be KILLING yourself.            If you go through with this, it would be suicide. WITCH SUICIDE.                Without your powers, you will       AGE,   WITHER,      AND DIE       like a mortal.               You’ll have SIXTY,         SEVENTY        years and that’s if you’re LUCKY.      And right now,           that seems like a LONG way away.          But in witch years, that’s the BLINK OF AN EYE and you’re gone forever.              Think, for ONE MINUTE,    what that would do to our AUNTIES,             to EVERYONE that loves you,         to nicholas,          TO ME……  ❜

“you know, if i skim past you droning on and on about archie, i find your early entries about me quite endearing…”

“who would have known that you could write a whole paragraph about the single curl that pokes out of my beanie?”

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐍  𝐈𝐍  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 , betty  glances  down  to  the  familiar  diary  held  tightly  in  the  boy’s  grasp  ,  cheeks  flushing  such  a  bright  shade  of  crimson  she’s  sure  he  could  see it  from  where  he  was  -  dipping  her  head  down  to  let  loose  tendrils  of  gold  cover  her  face  in  hopes  of  hiding  her  flushed  cheeks.

“  well  -  i  thought  it  was  cute.  ”  a  moment’s  pause  ,  before  ,  “  and  ,  hey  !  how’d  you  even  get  that  -  ?  ”

unable ( and unwilling ) to hide the amused grin that curves onto his lips, jughead tightens his clutch on her beloved diary - - fully expecting for her to pull a fast one on him and lungethe second he isn’t paying attention. sure, he shouldn’t have been burying his nose where it didn’t belong…but he has a natural knack for sleuthing— sue him!

 “oh, just cute? you’re far too modest, cooper!” cue him flipping to the page he had dogeared moments ago, clearing his throat to proudly recite a line that, if written by anyone else, his pop’s order would come back up. “i believe you said that i, and i quote, looked dreamy climbing into your window the day i first kissed you.”

“  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  ?  i did  not  say  that  -  !  ”  except  she  definitely  did say that  ,  and  she’s  pretty  sure  much  worse  things  ,  too.  of  course  ,  she  never  plans  ahead  for  people  to  decide  they  want  to  read  her  diary  like  it’s  a  book  on  display  at  the  public  library  -  which  ,  come  to  think  of  it  ,  she  should.  or  ,  at  least  ,  start  buying  those  diaries  that  have  locks  on  them  ,  in  case  he  tries  to  do  this  again.  “  pfft.  you  ,  dreamy  ?  i  think  you’re  just  trying  to  flatter  yourself  now  ,  jug.  ”  a  moment’s  pause  ,  before  -  as  he  predicted  -  she’s  launching  herself  at  him  in  a  hasty  attempt  to  retrieve  her  diary.

designed  for  muses  with  a  bit  of  unresolved  tension between  them ,   but  can  be  used  for  any  circumstances you  see  fit !!  

♡   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :    add   ‘  + 🔁  ’   to  reverse  the  roles .

📖  :    my  muse  discovers  your  muse  reading  a  diary  entry  that  my  muse  wrote  about  yours .

💅  :    your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails .

🚿  :    my  muse  accidentally  moans  while  your  muse  washes  their  hair .

👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night .

🧼  :    your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🙏  :    our  muses’  hands  brush  as  they  walk  side  by  side .

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

🚬  :    my  muse  steals  a  cigarette   (   or lollipop   )   from  your  muse   &   puts  it  in  their  mouth .

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together .

🧦  :    your  muse  walks  in  on  my  muse  changing  clothes .

🎀  :   your  muse  brushes  my  muse’s  hair .

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

👗  :    my  muse  sees  yours  all  dressed  up .

🪑  :    my  muse  is   ‘  forced  ’   to  sit  on  your  muse’s  lap   (   due  to  a  lack  of  chairs ,   faulty seatbelt ,  etc .   )

A Court of Thorns and Roses ♦ Nesta Archeron 

the legend says this sword belongs to the one true king . . but what if the sword chooses a queen ?

…to say ‘good morning’.

…to say ‘goodnight’.

…to say ‘goodbye’.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as a ‘no’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because you are running out of time.

…because i am running out of time.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.