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Will try get to some drafts tonight !

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My drafts are completed ! So drop a like !

LIKE THIS FOR A RANDOM STARTER! I will check accounts with multi and throw one of my muses at one of yours 👀 see where it goes?!

#closed rp #open starter #open rp #fantasy rp

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A breath of fresh air is how John would have described Mary. Although she had a hardness about her, John felt light as a feather around the woman. “You’re right” is all John replied before allowing the woman to convince Isabelle that she needed to head into school. The little one had been bullied ever since her first day. They’d tease her for not having a mother or because her hair would be in messy braids because John wasn’t too great at them, just silly children dramas which were all apart of life and growing up. Isabelle took Mary’s hand and walked with her, John following behind as a smile took over when children in the playground watched closely with the new woman in the little ones life.

He stopped as Isabelle also froze “we have to wait now until my teacher comes to collect our class to go inside” she explained up to Mary with a big smile, clearly happy with the outcome so far. “Thank you..” John whispered to Mary, his eyes soft and full of hope. The women in the playground whispering and wondering if the woman was a new partner in johns life which they had never seen before.

Mary only gave a short not in reply. Yes, it would be quite lovely to see her cousin again; she wondered just what she was up to these days. At his compliment, she couldn’t help but look at him once more, only a little surprised.    “Why, yes of course. How else are children supposed to receive the best care possible?”    To her, it was most obvious that a guardian should behave this way, but from experience she knew that it wasn’t usually the case. But that was exactly why she would come around to help them. 

Once they reached their destination, Mary gracefully climbed out of the car again, straightening her skirt once more before moving to Isabelle’s side. It wasn’t surprising to see the child unwilling to go to school, most children were. She gently took the girl’s hand but didn’t move right away. Instead, she addressed the girl once more.    “Your father is right, education is important. Although I have no doubt you are a bright young lady already. It is always good to learn more, you will be able to understand much more about the world.”    Only then did she invite Isabelle to walk with her.

#closed rp #mary poppins returns rp #Mary x John thread 🪡 #queued post

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Aragorn froze, his eyes softening as he wanted to reach out and pull her into a tight hold. He held his ground, knowing she would only want to swat him away like an annoying fly. “Moiraine, I do not deserve your kindness” he muttered softly. A bigger smile tugged at his lips, knowing that she cared but couldn’t quite put it into words. Finally, he gave in and came over to her. His thick muscular arms wrapped around her small body, pulling her in close as he almost swallowed her from the size difference.

“Thank you… I miss her… too much” he whispered as Aragorn had nothing but his daughter to care for. His wife’s passing had given him a child though he had lost her. His whole life revolved around protecting Evelyn and now he also wanted to protect Moiraine.

Nothing was as important as finding the Dragon Reborn, but Moiraine wasn’t heartless. And the way Aragorn talked about his daughter reminded her of her own father. She was reminded of her early years in the Sun Palace before she left for her White Tower, following him around. Spending afternoons in the library with him. The Aes Sedai didn’t want to separate a father from his daughter, even if it had been his choice to follow her on her quest.

“We are returning to your daughter,” she said in a stern tone, having made her decision. Turning around, she checked Aldieb’s saddle. “We will get her to a safe place before continuing our journey. There is no place to have your mind wander with worry for her. Or to allow our enemy to use her against you.” I care, it said between the lines. I can see your pain and am not ignorant of it.

#closed rp #wheel of time rp #moiraine x aragorn thread 🪡 #queued post

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His eyes stayed on the woman, he knew that he was in deep with the demon that possessed her body. He watched her approach and groaned at the poke, allowing her to finish speaking. “Stop… you know I do not have anyone but one person in my life that I hold dear…” he stated, the thought of losing Evelyn shook him to the core. “I surrendered to you… I still am surrendering but I cannot help feel pure evil with everything I know” he added and moved his fingers to caress her cheek. He knew whatever lurked inside of her, was not Mary and yet something always wanted more. “What are you..what happened to you that you are now able to possess a body…” he questioned in a mumble, watching the sister closely.

“I know you do not give mercy and I know you have no care for who you destroy… I just can’t have my innocent baby girl apart of this. I promise to stick by you, just don’t hurt her…” he mumbled, almost helpless. Jaime didn’t share much of his personal life to anyone but everyone was aware of his motherless child that he adore with every fibre of his being. She was only one and the purest of them all.

‘❛  shame on me for thinking you were a good person.  ❜ for sister Mary from Jaime Dobson

❛ random dialogue prompts. ➝ accepting.

sister  mary-eunice  couldn't  help  the  boisterous  laugh  that  erupted,  caused  by  jaime's  words.  she  was  baffled,  she  couldn't  think  someone  could  be  so  stupid  to  think  she  was  capable  of  being  selfless  or  even  just  a  hint  of  good.   ❛   what  in  god's  green  earth  would  ever  give  you  that  impression?   ❜   she  finally  managed  to  say,  after  wiping  tears  from  her  eyes  and  catching  her  breath  once  more,  finally  recollected.  she  steps  over  to  him,  staring  up  at  him  with  suddenly  serious  eyes,  narrowing  them,   ❛   don't  ever  mistake  our  allyship  for  friendship  or  ever  think  i'd  grant  you  or  those  you  love  mercy  ever  again   ❜   she  stared,  poking  his  chest  aggressively.   ❛   i  will  have  no  second  thoughts  on  taking  you  out.  you  are  around  because  i  grant  it,  not  because  you  deserve  it,  mister  dobson.   ❜

#closed rp #ahs rp #Mary x Jaime thread 🪡

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John held her tightly, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. He was not like her, he had never been like her. There was not one ounce of cruelty in his body and yet he found himself in this position as John would have done anything to protect Tiffany. He was simply a single father who worked hard as a lawyer before meeting her. She had turned him into something he was not and yet he loved her so deeply that he would never run. When she spoke of the plans, he tried his best not to gag at the thought. “Fuck..” he muttered once she ran out to go find the acid, his eyes falling on the dead victim as he couldn’t help but feel terrible for even helping. His eyes shot up to Tiffany once she appeared, John nodding slowly though he felt dazed.

“Tiff, we have to be quick. I need to go collect Isabelle from nursery soon-“ he whispered, as he knew it would end in many calls from them as soon as John was classed as late. The man came over and sighed “so how do we do this? I don’t know much about getting rid of a body, I’ve never done it before nor did I ever think I would be” he stated in shock, rubbing his forehead as he tried to stay calm down the sake of Tiffany.

𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔶 & 𝔧𝔬𝔥𝔫 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @silcntsinners.

tiffany  allowed  him  to  embrace  her  and,  as  much  as  she  wanted  to  return  the  comfort  back,  she  found  herself  not  hugging  him  back.  her  eyes  didn't  dare  stray  from  the  body  that  was  left  on  the  ground,  still  bleeding  out  and  the  eyes  still  wide  open.  the  memory  of  her  slashing  and  stabbing  the  defenseless  man  flashed  through  her  mind  quickly;  it  was  like  something  had  taken  over  every  nerve  in  her  body  and  controlled  her  limbs,  her  thoughts.  the  scariest  part  of  it  all   ...   she  kinda  liked  it.  she  knew  she  shouldn't,  but  the  feeling  of  power  over  someone  else,  begging  for  their  life,  was  enough  to  completely  intoxicate  her.  john  wouldn't  exactly  be  happy  about  this  notion  so  she  had  to  play  pretend   —   at  least  until  she  figured  out  what  this  all  meant  for  her.  quickly,  she  wrapped  her  arms  around  her  lover  and  buried  her  face  into  his  chest,  a  slow,  hidden  smirk  creeping  up  on  her  lips.  when  he  speaks,  she  pulls  back  with  doe  eyes  filled  with  tears  and  her  lips  return  into  a  deep  frown.  her  eyes  flutter  softly  shut  when  he  begins  to  place  gentle  kisses  across  her  face.

❛   he  was  nobody   ...   no  one  is  going  to  miss  that  fucker   ❜   she  said  under  her  breath,  looking  back  at  the  body.  she  kneels  down  next  to  the  lifeless  man  and  began  rummaging  through  his  clothes,  searching  for  his  wallet,  his  keys,  and  any  other  belongings  he  might've  had.  she  threw  the  items  into  a  pile  off  to  the  side  and  looked  back  up  at  john  with  a  faux  worrisome  expression.   ❛   burning  him  isn't  going  to  get  rid  of  him  completely.  we  need   ...   acid   ❜   she  corrected,  getting  up  on  her  feet  suddenly  and  rushing  to  her  bathroom.  she  messily  scavenged  through  the  cabinets,  throwing  everything  out  without  care,  until  she  happened  upon  the  bottle  she  needed.  she  pulled  it  out  and  rushed  back  to  john,  presenting  it  to  him,   ❛   this.  bathtub.  he'll  disappear.  it's  a  classic   ...   ❜

#closed rp #Tiffany x John thread 🪡 #Chucky rp #horror rp

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Jaime couldn’t help but smile, his fingers caressing her bump until the distraction from Myrcella came. He chuckled as the young princess shook her head at Daenerys question “no… see! They don’t hurt me” she said sweetly and held her hands out so the woman could check. Jaime loved how protective she was of myrcella, the dragon queen had took over motherhood so smoothly and it showed through her gentleness towards his daughter. Myrcella glanced to them both and sat on the edge of the bed. “Joanna…. As for a boy. I don’t know. A Targaryen name for a boy sounds more powerful” she said sweetly.

Jaime reached out to stroke Myrcella cheek before taking her hand “your sibling has been very active today” he mumbled, placing her palm on Daenerys stomach so she could feel the baby moving. The young girl giggled, feeling the soft kicks against her hand. “The stories that were spread were that Daenerys couldn’t have any more children of her own. Clearly that was never true-“ she whispered softly.

“I can imagine. I do wish I could have known her.” She smiled and briefly pressed her forehead against Jaime’s, only for a slight commotion near the window to prompt her to turn her head. Seeing Myrcella, she laughed and beckoned to her to join them. “Yes, climbing a dragon’s back is much easier. You did not cut yourself on his scales, did you? Come.” Daenerys gestured for the young girl to show her her palms to make sure there weren’t any scratches on them. Drogon grumbled and stepped back far enough for it to sit down on the ground; it wouldn’t be long before Rhaegal joined him. “Your father and I were thinking of names for your little sibling. Perhaps you have other suggestions?” she asked, once she was satisfied that Myrcella was alright.

#closed rp #got rp #daenerys x jaime x myrcella thread 🪡 #queued post

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He waited patiently for bree, pretending to read a book though he was mostly just thinking about her. They always had to be careful, being caught was something that could risk their entire career but something about it was more thrilling. The thought of trying their best not to get caught yet doing it so publicly made Jaime even more needy for her. He smirked when feeling bree’s arms around his neck waist, a hum leaving his lips. “There you are” Jaime whispered, turning around to face the woman.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day” he whispered quietly, leaning down to connect their lips. Jaime always picked the same quiet spot, one where no one tended to look as the books were rather old and falling apart. He kissed bree passionately, his hands wrapping around her waist “are you going to bend over the desk for me?” He muttered against her lips.

"The longer you have to wait, the more I'll make it worth your while," she promised him, feeling a sudden stab of boldness. Bree didn't always act this way, but when she was with Jaime, she felt differently. She didn't know what it was at first, but whenever she overheard the students discuss their love lives -- or lack thereof -- she realized that she was starting to fall for him.

Bree watched him leave, admiring how fine his ass looked in his pants, before she turned back to her work. The sooner she went back to it, the quicker she could meet him. Fifteen minutes on the dot, she headed to their spot and tried sneaking up on him from behind, hugging him around his waist.

#closed rp #bree x jaime thread 🪡 #oc plot #queued post

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BEGGING FOR THESE!!! The way I love angsty love/hate romance

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences were taken from different sources about romance, marriage and specially arranged marriage and what that entails. Mentions of affairs, mistresses, wedding ceremonies and medieval talks of what marriage entails follow. Change names, pronouns and locations however you see fit.

Marriage is a marriage, whether it is arranged or not. Both necessitate the same level of dedication.

It’s not an option to be best friends with your life partner; it’s a requirement for a firm foundation in a long-term relationship.

Arranged marriage is not always a bed of roses, but it is possible to achieve with love and faith.

It’s different for women, isn’t it? They have no choice where they go. They grow up in a prison and then get married into one.

Is there anything more courageous/stupid than saying yes to spend your life with someone you have no idea about?

The country was as much of a mystery to me as the man I had married.

One day you’ll be in love with me.

You could be a titled lady. 

I have avoided the fate my father had planned for me. Surely it is I who has won, not he.

I do not care about power and wealth, father. I want to marry for love.

But if you were matched, what do you think she'd be like?

We're supposed to be unable to keep our hands off of each other. 

In this case the time is not so important for me, the person asking for commitment is.

We are trapped by convention and must marry another.

Every good child knows: duty before your heart's desire.

I am to be a bride, but whose? 

I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?

I found out soon after we met that Leah’s father had promised her in marriage to some young Pole.

If I ever get into an arranged marriage, I want it to be like theirs.

Arranged marriages require effort; constantly and every day. And where there is love, you want to make these efforts.

A successful arranged marriage can help climb the biggest mountain and build the biggest empire.

An arranged marriage is like wine; it tastes good with time.

You will marry him and do your duty to your House.

You are my daughter and you will do as I say. End of discussion.

Love? What does love have to do with marriage?

He'll honour his duty to family and swallow it.

I was three when my parents promised me. When a deal was struck. 

 So I was raised to be his wife. I was taught my favorite color was gold because his favorite color was gold. I was told my favorite foods were his favorite foods

I never thought what it would actually be like to have him... be gone. 

I was raised for him, and now I am... new. I am brand-new. And I do not even know how to breathe air he does not exhale.

A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.

Marriage is a financial contract; I have enough contracts already.

The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.

Arranged marriages work like this. The girl is hardly asked and is expected to follow whatever her parents deem fit.

Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of.

Maybe she'll be beautiful. Maybe she'll be rich. As long as she brings swords and men.

Perhaps love is a minor madness.

It doesn't matter who the seed is. The important thing is that it has a place in your womb.

Her maidenhood will seal an alliance and must be kept safe.

Every married woman knows a man can have mistresses and we must look the other way.

All I ask is, that you do not cast me aside. Have mistresses and lovers as you please, but confide in me as I am to be your wife.

A husband’s first and foremost job in a marriage is to protect and love his wife.

Touching without looking had been incredibly arousing.

In my opinion, most marriages are based either on money or the fear of being alone.

I want you in every way there is to want. I want you in any way you choose to share.

I'm free to do with my wife as I fucking please.

The marriage of convenience lasts until you become an inconvenience.

Ours is a marriage of convenience and nothing more.

From now on, you're sleeping in our room. There's no chance in hell I'm letting you sleep far away from me again.

You agreed to this marriage and didn’t even dare to ask my opinion on the matter.

You're going to bend, and so am I. We're going to compromise, negotiate, and distract each other.

Being together means our priorities are going to change.

Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.

I don't think I am likely to marry, Harry. I am much too in love.

It is certainly romantic to be in love, but there's nothing romantic about a definite proposal.

They are royals, whoever they marry is not their choice but who is better for the crown.

That is a match made in a boardroom.

Once you are wed to another, you will forget me. 

I will marry a man who desires me but I have no interest in. 

I will not be a secret kept in shadows. Once you are wed, I will leave.

How can I marry them, when I am in love with another? It is not fair to them, that I think of you when I’m with them.

Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.

Behave yourself, out here, we are wed and what you do, reflects on me.

You are being sold like a mare and do not care.

Once I bore him a son, he shall be happy, I know it.

We hate one another but for peace, we must wed. At least, let us enjoy this part of the contract.

I am doing this for my family and for the terms you offer.

A marriage is simply an alliance.

All will be well, love can be found in a marriage. If not love, at least, good company. 

Do your duty and give him sons.  That’s all men want.

I will not be paraded around in a bedding ceremony. I will wed them and bed them, but I will not be humiliated. 

You think this title gives me power, but you forget, I am a woman.

I am lucky enough to have options. None who please me but at least, I can choose one.

Come to bed now, husband. It is our wedding night, after all.

#fullintenticns memes #PLS GIVE ME IT ALL #SEND ME 2037374

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Nah bc why isn’t any of my pictures loading on tumblr. Hello??? I want to reply with my icons 👹✌️

#this app needs to stop bugging #losing my mind

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I still have a few drafts to get to but not many so!

LIKE THIS FOR A RANDOM STARTER! I will check accounts with multi and throw one of my muses at one of yours 👀 see where it goes?!

#let’s go ! #ready for more! #starter calls

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morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before  

#fullintenticns memes #🤨 #letssss go

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His head titled, if only she knew what had happened. If only she remembered. His heart almost breaking as she was so different than he remembered, Harley was a lost soul who almost needed caring for rather than the woman he had met so many years ago. The independent woman who loved her family and wanted the stereotypical life. “There is no games, Harley… I promise” he whispered softly, moving a thumb unconsciously to stroke down the woman’s cheek. He had missed her though he knew she’d never be the same person again. Jaime breathed out when she demanded answers, letting his eyes close for a moment.

“I know that before the joker, you were married, happily married. You had it all. You’d had a beautiful baby girl that you cherished until he took over. She didn’t even reach her four month mark before you left, forgetting your daughter and husband ever existed” he whispered quietly, tears threatening to form in jaimes eyes. The man reached inside his pocket, pulling out his wallet as he reached for a small picture, handing it to Harley. It was a picture of her holding a small new born baby.

𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔢𝔶 & 𝔧𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @silcntsinners.

harley  was  quite  bewildered  by  this  man's  words,  even  the  way  he  looked  at  her.  she  tried  hard  to  recollect  any  sort  of  memory  she  had  of  him,  but  nothing  was  coming  up.  it  was   ...   empty.  now  she  felt  desperate  to  reclaim  these  seemingly  lost  memories.  she  canted  her  head,  confusion  swirling  in  her  eyes  as  she  spoke,  ❛   me?  a  heartbreaker?  now,  what  makes  you  say  that  lil  ol'  me  is  a  heartbreaker?   ❜   she  asked,  her  voice  still  flirty,  but  not  as  much  as  it  was  a  moment  ago.  she  watched  him  step  back  from  her,  causing  her  bottom  lip  to  stick  out  in  a  pout,  crossing  her  arms  over  her  chest  dramatically.   ❛   now,  are  you  gonna  tell  me  what's  goin'  on  here  or  am  i  gonna  haveta'  pry  it  outta  your  skull?  i  ain't  in  the  mood  for  games,  sweetheart   ❜   she  replied,  narrowing  her  eyes  at  him.  her  eyes  rounded  out  the  more  vague  information  he  was  giving  her.  it  wasn't  enough.  harley  didn't  hesitate  to  grab  his  hand  tightly  and  stare  into  his  eyes  intently,   ❛   no.  you  ain't  goin'  nowhere.  tell  me  what  you  know.  now.  or  this  ain't  gonna  be  pretty.   ❜

#closed rp #crossover rp #Harley x Jaime thread 🪡

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He couldn’t help but smirk at Freya’s cheeky comment, nodding slightly since he wasn’t about to let her down. His eyes met with the little one who was so excited to see Freya and the food she had made. “Lucky girl huh?” He said and helped her up onto her chair, the chair having a seat on it with straps so she could reach the table and not risk falling. She was still young but growing up fast which Aragorn hated, wanting her to stay small forever. “Daddy’s going to work soon so you need to be good for mummy, alright?” He said as Evelyn glanced to Freya with a grin. “Me always good!” She defended which made him snigger.

The man stood up and came behind Freya, leaning over her shoulder to place soft kisses to her cheek. “I gotta go… I love you. I hope you have an outfit for me tonight” he whispered against her cheek and grinned.

“Tonight, then. Or I’ll be very sullen,” she teased him back, finally closing their conversation with a soft, sweet peck on the lips. Freya got up to start working on breakfast, so by the time Evelyn arrived, there would be a freshly made stack of pancakes with chocolate drizzle and a tall glass of cold milk waiting for her. Freya had just finished when she heard the bedroom door open and the sound of footsteps padding down the hallway. “Good morning. Someone almost missed the pancake party. I think your dad is this close to finishing all of them,” Freya said in a stage whisper, having crouched down to kiss her adoptive daughter on the cheek and give her a warm hug. As she sat down at the table, she swiped her phone from where she left it on the counter so that she could quickly scroll through her e-mails and messages.

#closed rp #snow white and the huntsman rp #modern au #Freya x Aragorn thread 🪡 #queued post

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The words always cut deep when Marisa spoke, though he was no better. The two of them knew how to hurt each other but also knew how to love each other. It was always a conflicting relationship, Asriel would never not love Marisa but would try to hate her which was never possible. The man shook his head “you know it was the only way to keep her hidden. They’d never suspect a thing if we put her in the hands of the gyptian’s” he stated and rolled his eyes, turning away so that he no longer faced the two most important people in his life.

“I never wanted to be a father. I never wanted to be a husband nor a lover but I found myself in love with a child” he stated and looked to the floor. “I don’t know how to be a father but that doesn’t mean I don’t love her, Marisa” he mumbled, slowly turning back to face them. His eyes fell to Lyra who had found comfort against Marisa’s chest, fast asleep. She was so pure and innocent, nothing like the two of them but all he could see were both their features entwined together that made the most precious baby.

“If we are going to take her from here, we take her together. If we go our separate ways, we aren’t strong enough to protect her but if we all go - as a family - we are both strong enough to shield her away from all our work and all the dangers it entails” he stated.

❝ of course it was. which is why you thought it to be so wise to keep her under the care of a gyptian woman and then two little children ? ❞

the venom in her words was meant to sink in deep. it's been a long time since the streets of london got completely flooded and yet the hurt of those long weeks was still very much present within her chest. to think gyptians or nuns were capable of taking better care of her own child. she might have cruelly rejected the right of being the mother, but many things has changed when the bullet had taken her husband's life and the people had learned the truth — there was no more shame that could possibly come upon them. holding lyra securely, her eyes remained fixed on asriel as he spoke. his words gentle like in those occasional moments in the past. she never failed to find it estranged.

❝ i've never taken you for a man who would be a fond father. ❞

she couldn't help but comment, even if herself hardly seemed to be in a position she'd never pictured herself in ; caressing those dark locks with an unusual gentleness & feeling her head growing heavier, not for a second had she thought of finding a better place for the toddler to sleep in than her own arms.

❝ i had sworn to myself i would never be like my own mother, ❞ she admitted, glancing down at the child, and her dæmon found a spot upon her shoulder to keep a better view on pantalaimon now curled around lyra's little neck, ❝ i never intended to test that promise. & now... i might as well see her in my own reflection. ❞

#closed rp #his dark materials rp #Marisa x Asriel thread 🪡 #queued post #sorry I haven’t edited a new banner for Asriel yet 😫

[silcntsinners]

His comment was a joke but he also thought of how many people who had passed over, were constantly watching him. That thought made him feel uneasy, as if he would never know peace in this house. John glanced to Olivia, his eyes softening at her comment “At least you have loved ones with you. Otherwise, I’m sure it would be lonely.” He spoke lightly as a sigh left his lips. John had lost his loved one, it was truly just him and Isabelle. Although he loved her dearly, it was hard not having any contact with adults as much as he wished. His eyes found Olivia’s, nodding to her advice “I do not plan to, I work and I have Isabelle at a nursery- we will mostly only be here evenings and for sleep” he stated.

“Can I feel you or are the myths real? Are you just some sort of ghost I can put my hand through and feel nothing?” He asked with a slight chuckle. John was obviously intrigued, he almost thought this was a dream and yet she stood in front of him.

he's handling it all quite well, surprisingly, the appearance of a ghost hardly affecting him aside from his initial shock. john is kind and understanding, and his only worry is for his child; they have that in common. but his words pull her from such dark and sad thoughts, and she actually laughs at his comment on undressing. ❝ we aren't always watching you... we just like to drop in from time to time. ❞ usually, though olivia can only truly speak for herself on such a topic. she follows him as he walks towards his room, the woman hesitantly entering behind him. ❝ it can get... lonely, yes, but there are others here. others i love. ❞ though they are her family, it's because of her that they're stuck here... but she's learned to not blame herself as intensely as she once had. a lot had happened when she'd been alive, and this house had driven her mad — that was no one's fault. she clears her throat. ❝ you are safe here, though. just — don't stay inside too long at any given time. get out. often. ❞ that had been her downfall. she'd been cooped up, stuck within the walls of this house, and it had taken her life; she can't let that happen to anyone else. olivia stops just after passing over the threshold of john's bedroom door, hands folded in front of her as she smiles warmly.

#closed rp #the haunting of hill house rp #Olivia x John thread 🪡 #queued post

[silcntsinners]

The cold breeze hit Jaimes face, turning his head to look at his daughter and esme. “Alright, you win. Let’s get going” he said softly and chuckled, just appreciating the fact he had company. Evelyn laid her head against esmes shoulder, closing her eyes and relaxing now she had someone carrying her. “Did you say that you had children? And a husband?” He questioned, titling his head to the side as he walked and guided them down the roads. Esme seemed a natural, she so easily took on the role of caring for Evelyn that he assumed she had many children and a happy home.

“I’m sure she’ll want to see you again too, she’s taken such a liking to you. I’ll definitely put her at your doorstep and run off when she’s driving me insane” he teased since of course, he would never do such a thing.

Esme's laughter came naturally as the child played with brunette curls. She didn't mind and, luckily for Evelyn, it didn't hurt either. If she was human, then maybe, but that was a benefit of vampirism. "No, no, it's fine! And when I say I have nothing to do this evening I mean it. I'd just be going home anyway, so I'm absolutely fine coming back," she assured, naturally brushing strands of hair away from Evelyn's face as she settled. "And as much as I appreciate your efforts, I don't believe she's going anywhere," Esme jokes, adjusting her arms around Evelyn as she moves in her arms.

"Tell you what, let's start walking and see what she does," Esme suggests with a smile, "you never know. She could decide she's bored and want to walk half-way through."

#closed rp #twilight rp #esme x jaime thread 🪡 #queued post