#OWNLORE. an independent, highly private and selective multimuse rp blog for a variety of characters as featured in different forms of media. extremely sporadic activity. 「 low-key, low-effort. 」
carrd. prompts. pinterest. info below the cut.
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One Nice Bug Per Day

JBB: An Artblog!
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Origami Around
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if i look back, i am lost

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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#OWNLORE. an independent, highly private and selective multimuse rp blog for a variety of characters as featured in different forms of media. extremely sporadic activity. 「 low-key, low-effort. 」
carrd. prompts. pinterest. info below the cut.

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good morning. unfortunately i think i am going to have to move blogs bc of the shadowban but i'll give it some time for tumblr support to get back to me (thinking that's very less likely tbh). either way, if you give this post a like i will follow u from the new one.
good morning. unfortunately i think i am going to have to move blogs bc of the shadowban but i'll give it some time for tumblr support to get back to me (thinking that's very less likely tbh). either way, if you give this post a like i will follow u from the new one.
good morning. unfortunately i think i am going to have to move blogs bc of the shadowban but i'll give it some time for tumblr support to get back to me (thinking that's very less likely tbh). either way, if you give this post a like i will follow u from the new one.
good morning. unfortunately i think i am going to have to move blogs bc of the shadowban but i'll give it some time for tumblr support to get back to me (thinking that's very less likely tbh). either way, if you give this post a like i will follow u from the new one.

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richard gansey and riddhi chauhan could not be from more opposing worlds if they tried. while gansey was a boy of tailored suits and polished shoes, riddhi was thrifted jackets and scuffed sneakers. many would wonder what possible commonality would have the two rifling through tall grass together on a hot and humid summer afternoon. a bead of sweat tricked down the side of her face and riddhi swiped it away with the back of her hand. she had to admit, while she had been ecstatic about her trip to henrietta, so far it had been nothing but a huge a bust. she wondered if the boy who rambled on and on about ley lines and welsh kings really had any clue what he was doing.
she came to an abrupt stop and threw her hands up into the air in exasperation. “ alright, i’m throwing in the towel. ” she raised a hand to shield her eyes from the beating sun washing everything in a blinding glow. “ it’s been three hours and we’ve made no progress except get closer to having a heat stroke. ” while a lover of summer and every memory that came with it, riddhi was rather intolerant to the humidity that blanketed the virginia town. it made her crabby and she quickly recognized that. she softened her tone to make up for her initial snappy approach. “ don’t you think we deserve a break ? ” she could practically hear the sweet trill of the nino’s bell ringing up another order and as if on cue, her stomach growled in response. “ a little stop for pizza wouldn’t hurt anyone. ”
gansey had not stopped moving when she did. he was three paces ahead, one had parting the tall grass with the focused energy of someone unaware that this expedition had been declared over behind him. his khakis had a long streak of something dark that he had not noticed, or had noticed and decided it did not matter, which was a distinctly gansey way of approaching most things as adam would say. perhaps he was right.
he turned when the words 'no progress' reached him.
❛ we are not making no progress! ❜ his hand came up, index finger first, the practised gesture of a boy who had given this exact speech, or different versions of it, multiple times before. ❛ the soil composition alone in this quadrant suggests we are considerably closer than we were this morning. the gradient of the— ❜
gansey stopped and looked at her. properly, this time, in the way that he sometimes forgot to do when glendower was loud inside his head. riddhi was standing in the middle of the field with her hand shading her eyes and an exression that communicated, with remarkable efficiency, that the soil composition was not her current concern.
he tried again, ❛ the gradient of the field is— ❜ and then like a clock striking twelve, he lost the thread of it somewhere around her expression and the stark feeling that he was, once again, being an annoyance. he exhaled through his nose and his shoulders came down a fraction. ❛ yes, pizza sounds like a great idea. ❜ gansey pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and began the march down towards his orange camaro. ❛ thanks for coming out here by the way. wasn't sure if you would. what are you planning to do with this anyway? ❜
"i suppose there are just no suitable men in the ton for the likes of me." it's said with an air of certainty, but lacks the finality it would've had a few months ago. eloise has not been the most open person to the idea of love and marriage — it was always presented to her with a scandal or a loss, or some other complication that almost made her siblings not marry the ones their hearts called out to. and yet, as the poets have put it, love prevailed in the end. her siblings loved in spite of the troubled waters that lay ahead. deep down, eloise does wonder that might be the same for her, too.
although her ongoing predicament was that she didn't seem to be interested in anybody, not some obstacle preventing her from being with someone she wanted to marry. but she knows she hasn't exactly been trying either. "every family has that one member who never marries, don't they? i've come to accept that it will probably be me in mine."
@ownlore - for lizzie ! starter call.
the fire had burned low enough that neither of them had remarked upon it yet, which said something about the quality of the conversation. elizabeth hadn't intended to stay this long. and yet, here she was, with her tea gone cold & eloise bridgerton from her wearing the particular expression of someone who has just said something they have been thinking about for considerably longer than the moment suggested. elizabeth set her cup down. ❛ I believed that too at one point, ❜ and with equal conviction, as she'd remember it. ❛ I thought I was being practical. it was simply the truth in my perception. but that's all that it was — my perception. ❜
she let silence fill the moment between them, watching eloise's face carefully. high society was still an unfamiliar territory for her, and elizabeth believed her honesty would not be well taken if served with unsophisticated candor. her husband had been an exception. she crossed her fingers together and leaned back in her chair, turning her head to look towards the ceiling as though trying to find the right words to frame her thoughts. ❛ to some extent, I understand you. the ton produces a remarkable quantity of unsuitable men, you are not wrong there. but I have found that the subjects we have most thoroughly decided upon are usually the ones that have not yet finished deciding. ❜ the corner of her mouth lifted briefly in a smile. ❛ why are you so certain that you will end up so? ❜
it takes everything in jyn to keep her expression neutral and composed at the pointed mention of fire ; underneath the bar, away from prying eyes, her hand curls into a fist, nails biting into the meat of her palm. though her first emotion is one of incredulous skepticism -- how the fuck did they learn that ? -- it quickly simmers into the angry ( and somewhat begrudging ) realization that of course the fucking dregs would have figured it out. ghafa and dirtyhands must have sniffed it out the second she'd stepped into ketterdam.
jyn is not so foolish to believe that the comment is anything other than an acknowledgement of her secret, but she isn't in the mood to open that can of worms -- ever. " i have experience with explosives, " she acquiesces, tilting her head to the side. her hand curls around the glass of beer on the table." don't know what that has to do with me. plenty of other people in the city who'd be a better fit. "
it is a half-truth supplied to her. inej knows it so because ketterdam is a city of lies, deception, thievery. she knows it so because she has learned the art of speaking this language, without truly letting it touch her tongue. or so she believes. a piece of paper is retrieved from inside her vest which inej unfolds with care, as though handling the sharp edge of a blade. a contract. ❛ there might be, but dirtyhands wants you. I am only the messenger. ❜ and there she does it again, borrowing kaz's name like a shield and calling it honesty.
inej notices the eyes on them, flitting every time she managed to catch them. after all, it was rare for the wraith to show herself — even if it was in the dimly lit halls of a club. she then stands up, exasperated, a misdirected unease. ❛ it is one thing to have dirtyhands looking towards you, and another thing to have them looking for you. you're welcome to reject his offer, but you before you know it, this city will make that choice for you. I'd rather you made it yourself. ❜
okay guys.... plotting call. like this for me to haunt your narrative. (aka hurtle into your IMs / discord if you're comfortable sharing it!)

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okay guys.... plotting call. like this for me to haunt your narrative. (aka hurtle into your IMs / discord if you're comfortable sharing it!)
okay guys.... plotting call. like this for me to haunt your narrative. (aka hurtle into your IMs / discord if you're comfortable sharing it!)
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Pride & Prejudice (2005)
anthony bridgerton was, in that precise moment, experiencing a sensation he had not felt in years — perhaps ever — and he did not at all care for it. the sensation was being wrong. not wrong about the wheel, mind you. he was perfectly capable of extracting a carriage from mud: he had done it before and he would do it again. the fact that the wheel had, in the intervening moments since his declaration, declined to cooperate with his vision of events was a temporary setback, not a refutation of his fundamental thesis. she was already turning, already dismissing him. already walking away with that particular set to her shoulders.
❛❛ now, wait just a moment — miss, ❜❜ he did not know her name. he had not asked. he had been too busy being handled. the words came out different than he'd intended. less command. more—something else. something that made his own men exchange glances behind him, something that would have earned him endless teasing from benedict if benedict had been present to witness it. he moved before he could think better of it. one step, then another, following her along the muddy lane with absolutely no consideration for what his boots would look like afterward. ❛❛ i spoke out of turn. it is a habit, a poor one, one my mother has been trying to break for the last three decades with no success. ❜❜
he stopped a few feet behind her as she stood in halt, still utterly strange to his concepts of a lady. anthony cleared his throat. ❛❛ i also may have slightly overestimated my ability to extract a carriage from mud using nothing but confidence and poor decision-making. ❜❜ because that wheel was not going anywhere in the next two hours as it hadn't been in the last three. so, she wasn't wrong to offer help. he simply hated, aborred, asking for it. ❛❛ your assistance would be genuinely welcome, as would the hospitality you mentioned. and perhaps, if you are feeling particularly generous, your forgiveness for my abominable manners. ❜❜ he gave her that quick, dimpled smile of his. hating every second of it, but being genuine in his apology.
his calling made her stop, but elizabeth did not turn just yet. there was something in the apology that required a moment — not because it was unwelcome but because it was unexpected. her face was twisted into an expression of utter disbelief, lip curled and eyebrows raised. she had learned long ago not to let the unexpected show too plainly on her face. her mother's disdainful glare in some distant memory rose as a reminder for it.
perhaps this would be her common ground with this stranger. she turned & found him standing a few feet from her with mud on his boots, wearing an expression that she assumed rarely left him — a dimpled smile and sheer certainty that it would be enough.
❛ three decades is a considerable effort. ❜ elizabeth replied, the severity attempted in her tone was lost somewhere between intention & delivery. the corner of her mouth lifted despite herself. ❛ today is no extraordinary day for it to be undone I suppose. ❜ perhaps it was more than what he deserved, but it was certainly less than what she would supply if she wasn't trying to break habits of her own.
her attention then diverted to the carriage again, exchanging kind smiles with the servants. ❛ while we are being honest, I must say this might be a task that needs more hands. luckily, I am not too proud to ask for them. longbourn isn't too far away from here & my father keeps good men. ❜ they were all still turned towards the gentleman, as though awaiting the command of someone who was very used to giving them. elizabeth had not guessed at the level of his authority just yet, but then it struck her that it should be filed into her knowledge before she invited them to her home. ❛ apologies, I don't think I know who exactly I'm granting my forgiveness to. ❜