#vivrez

positivity munday 𓂃﹒🐇💞 @vivrez

💙 whose creativity i envy i'll just say admire, not envy* cuz envy doesn't feel right to me !! idk, we're all so different and bring unique things to table and that's a thing to celebrate !! i admire you for sure, anya, 1000%. your graphics alone, so unique and feels like a true, well-curated BRAND almost, your metas, headcanons, your vivid, warm writing style (which just ties in so perfectly to your aesthetics also like ... how on earth did you manage to make that so seamless ?? it feels so intentional and beautifully big-brain crafted in that way), and the fact that you are just a candy dolly sweetheart of a positive person. i liked you so easily so fast it's kind of insane of me skdm. i'm cooking up a response for adella and masha AT THE OPERA and i'm very very excited to see where it goes hehe. i like and admire you so so much and you made my dash so much brighter with your incredible, endless talent.

also bc i'm greedy i wanna put the spotlight on taylor @compunctions ( @cautionarys ) also !! i'm so addicted to their posts across accounts it's not normal skdm. the way we just fell into this rly fun, spirited dynamic between james and adella first is exaaactly the kind of thing you hope for out of a tumblr experience. someone who inspires you from the get go, runs with you on an idea, vibes with you super fast, and is so sweeeeeet and considerate on top of everything. their writing style is sooo fit for novel writing in particular, i feel, the way it's this perfect balance between action, character psychology, and dialogue... can't get enough !! i notice taylor's especially good at the 'yes AND?' discipline that is key to good tumblr rp. such a gem tbh tbh. excellent rper.

💜 whose headcanon posts i love

@vivrez said: ❛ Open your eyes. This is the revolution. ❜

❛ madame, you'll have to forgive me... ❜ normally he wouldn't beg apologies for he wouldn't have intruded in polite company, certainly not so far from home. but oh, a military man from the other side of the continent does spark conversation. so dashing in that uniform of his, and a nobleman they say! why a little speculation surely was to be expected, especially when he seems so rigid. admittedly, hans does find it a bit humorous, even going so far as to hint a smirk to that reserved façade of his. ❛ ... but i do speak french. ❜

◗ PROMPT COLLECTED FROM AND OTHER STORIES ░ ACCEPTING.

[ 𝑬 ] ven as one whose purpose had long been to remain invisible, Sophie knows the eyes upon her linger far longer than they do on most other ladies present. Were it not for their brazenness and the way their gazes nip at her skin like nettles in spring, she would have noticed by the unimpressed curl of their lips, or the way their hands leap to shield their mouths as they whisper to their confidants, words surely critical at best. The urge to flee, to seek refuge and confidence on her husband's arm rises with each failed attempt to ignore that which is plain for everyone to see: she is an imposter, a thief stolen into the ball, a weed among the vibrant blooms—

A kind voice derails Sophie's descent into further self-flagellation, and her head whips round to catch its owner. The urge to defend is always on the tip of her tongue, a habit schooled into her: ❛❛ Oh, I would not say so— ❜❜ She begins to argue but trails off in quick defeat, hesitation written plainly across her features; the unconvincing smile plastered upon her mouth wavers, and her dark gaze shifts back and forth between her new acquaintance and the objects of their discussion. Her tense shoulders heave with a deep breath, and it is as if it unlocks something, a sliver of her restraint slipping out. It is exhausting to always be so understanding. Surely she might be allowed one moment of truth, especially in the presence of someone who seems to share her opinion.

@vivrez said: can i still trust you after all that? (with pimpy margot perchance...)

he squints at her in the early morning light, attempting to make out her features. but his eyes are slow to adjust. it has been more than a year since he has seen proper sunlight - since his skin felt more than the sickly rays that crept through the narrow windows of quimper. he is frustrated by his own body - by the weakness that has seeped through every inch of him, down to his very bones. it makes him slow. a liability to his mysterious saviors - and, worse, to his comrades who now too have a taste of freedom...

he had not meant to cry out as they passed through the gates of the prison. despite his best efforts to stay silent, the courtyard of the repurposed convent had echoed with his sharp groan of pain. the strength he'd managed to maintain in the tiny, rat-infested excuse for an infirmary had failed him as the demands of escape proved more than his malnourished body could handle... but he would not be the reason for their discovery. for alerting the guards to their delicate plan... he would not.

:3