#ofcatnaps

send “?” for a list of five muses that mun wants to try writing!

Feyre Archeron

Rey Skywalker

River Tam

Morticia Addams (Not show based)

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❛ am i supposed to just let you go? ❜ - for az, from elain <3

𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐘, his hand resting on the knob. He doesn’t turn it, however. Doesn’t exit the room. His back is to Elain, because the Shadowsinger knows that if he turns around, if he so much as looks at her, he’ll never be able to walk away. 

And he needs to. Or at least, he should walk away. That’s what everyone keeps telling him. 

Too bad he just doesn’t want to! 

Azriel sighs, his head bowed against the wooden oak of the door. ❝ Elain... ❞ Even her name is spoken as a prayer, a plea. He needs her in his arms, because she is the one he craves beyond everything. He can see her, and she’s the first to see him--truly see him--in ages. 

He doesn’t want to give that up, whatever Rhysand says. 

I don’t care about Lucien. I don’t care about that. He doesn’t know her, want her, deserve her--

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❛ You make me feel, and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. Now. ❜

“I am never truly alone. Not with this gem.” The souls within it were his constant companions.

Yet he knew that wasn’t what she meant, he simply had trouble being otherwise. When he was alone, he was at peace, there was no turmoil to tear at his soul, but the price to that boon was that he knew the benefits of companionship. Of allowing his own soul to be shared, a freely given exchange rather than forced assimilation. Perhaps this yearning scared him because it reminded him of the soul gem’s hunger, yet it was slightly different.

Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse.

            becoming the head of the paris assassins had been more a headache than it had been worth. after all, he hadn’t exactly joined the assassins because he believed in their mission. no, he had joined for revenge, and it had taken him many years to understand what the creed meant. of course, now being head of the paris assassins, it was his duty to look after those assassins of the city. and to welcome any visiting from other branches. ‘ nothing is true, ‘ he spoke, coming to stand beside the woman who was admiring notre dame. if she wasn’t the one he was looking for, well, he’d eat his hat. first he’d have to buy a hat, though.