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Teddy is asleep when she leaves, heading home only long enough to take a shower and get a change of clothes before she comes back. He doesn’t admit vulnerabilities; he hasn’t for a long, long time, and Astoria worries every time she considers it. ( There’s a trauma written into that boy’s genes, she thinks, a grief that comes as naturally as breathing, as his heart pumping blood through his body. ) It’s why she wasted no time in going to get him when he’d gotten in touch with her, and it’s why she spent the night on his couch, trying to read herself to sleep, too anxious to focus on the page. 

     And he’s still asleep when she returns, jackets and boots traded for a soft jumper that falls mid-thigh and a pair of jeans, investigator traded for Aunt Astoria, for mum. God knows the boy could use someone taking care of him. ( Even if he is a grown man. How strange, she thinks. He’s a grown man. She remembers when he was a clumsy five-year-old at her wedding. ) 

     It’s only after the coffee is made and she’s on her second cup, flipping idly through a newspaper, that he emerges, and she wonders if he drank the water and ate the banana she’d left by his bedside when she told him to settle in and take care of himself. She looks up, concern evident in her expression, and when she speaks, her voice is soft.

HELLA SWEET MUNDAY MEME ( THIS IS SO LATE )

♻ Any advice on improving Tumblr RP experience?

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⚌ Who inspires you?

In terms of writing, whenever I read something that takes me into different worlds and different perspectives it inspires me to write. More than my muses per se, my interest is heavily skewered towards exploring new realities and also tough decisions that go towards what a muse wants and what they don’t. So if I do a lot of same writing then it gets boring after a while even if you shade the realities different. Challenging the muses, putting them in tough situations, seeing them rise and fall and rise. That really inspires me. 

In terms of life, I read a lot of affirmations to use in self-reflection and I also read a lot of self-help, development books. So what inspires me as a person has to do with what I’ve read and re-read like:

Roxanne Gay’s Bad Feminist & Hunger, Susan Cain’s Quiet the Power of Introverts, Jennifer Romolini’s Weird in a World That’s Not, Jessica Bennett’s Feminist Fight Club, Emily V. Gordon’s Super You. 

☢ What calms you down after negativity?

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☘ Is there anything that makes you instantly want to follow someone?

When I read their writing and really want to write with them. If there’s that sense of click then it helps, as well as people who are willing to try anything and everything. That is to say when people present what they’re ok and not ok with but outside of the hard limits (which we all have to respect) they’re willing to just test things. 

☂ What’s your best RP experience?

I noticed like three days ago that I’d spent around 3 years on this version of my blog and I’m 4,000 posts deep into it, so when I went to the start of it I realized that having people to write and slowly work on my style, muses and world exploration with really helped with that. That’s a friendship that formed that is unique and took a lot of time to develop. Specifically, Omen ( @ineveryvein ) who has tolerated my ass since circa 2015 / 2016 and probably earlier since I had other blogs besides this one. So like my experience with her has been one and continues to be one of the greatest on here. Along with people like Strongof heart (this askeeee) and @suitedblue who have sort of been in my circle for a ridiculously long time even when I drop in and out or they drop in and out. 

It’s the sort of thing that developed from being people with similar mindsets, styles and having balanced lives in this space and outside of it.

♦ How has roleplaying on Tumblr improved since you started out?

Yeah, things improve and also are challenge or worsen depending on time. I’ve managed to keep myself (mostly) apart from drama in like the decade I’ve spent overall writing here, and I’ve found there are more and more people who have become chill and just write with who they write and do what they do, have fun and keep a good balance. 

There were a lot of unhealthy habits and situations in the early days, and there continue to be those now but it’s also improved quite a bit. 

⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays?

     it took some time to hunt down the exact university edward was shipping off to, but jonathan was pleased to do the work. he sent a letter ahead of his trip to the university, claiming himself a simple “old friend” of the esteemed professor, and playing into the fact that they hadn’t seen each other since the war. the administration ACCEPTED his proposal -- when edward arrived, jonathan would be waiting for him in his office. 

    the doctor seated himself on the edge of edward’s desk while he waited, his arms crossed and a book in his hands. of course, when the door opened, it was deftly set aside and he rose to stand, excitement poorly masked. jonathan had few close friends, even fewer who were immortal, and of those, edward was still special. it had been too long since they’d seen each other, and yet in the life of an immortal, it had been so little time. 

He was sloppy, although not to the average passer by. He was nursing another drink, his tie loosened enough to let the top button be undone. She had been watching him for the better part of an afternoon, her grey eyes glancing over the top line of her book to watch his every more. As if she would actually be reading Crime & Punishment. 

She had the name, and his picture. But his record was half empty. Why someone would actually want him dead confused her. Enough to actually give him a chance, it seemed. Sleeping with students would certainly be something an angry parent would kill for, maybe his research had some corporate firm putting a target on his back. But it didn’t make enough sense to go in all guns blazing.

After the last few, she had become far more cautious. It wasn’t worth risking her freedom and her life for any old name. She had started to develop a Robin Hood complex, even if she would deny it. 

She set her book down, her outfit meticulously planned to come off as a mature student, nothing remarkable. That was her real talent. She was invisible, unremarkable. She could slip in and out of places fading into a crowd, some brown haired girl the world would forget. Beautiful enough to be attractive to some, but mostly plain.

Taking her drink and slipping her book into the completely empty bag, she wandered over to him, as if to leave the pub completely before letting her feet catch beneath themselves, stumbling enough to catch herself on his table and knock his drink down into his lap. This wasn’t the first time she had used that.

If they had a kid meme - accepting send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: Joaquin Benjamin Callahan 

Gender: a boiiii

General Appearance: (see FC)

Personality: Suave, smooth talker, but still grounded enough to not be a complete jerk, as charitable and as giving as carmen, sees the world for its various shades and tries to right wrongs downside is he does still have some narcissistic tendencies

Special Talents: Self-assured, Charismatic AF, trained combat fighter, a natural actor he fits in at anyplace easily, garnering a large following, good leadership skills

Who they like better: he is really attached to both, really loved them equally

Who they take after more: equal between ben and carmen

Personal Headcanon: Joaquin would often haggle with his parents over his bedtime when he was a young child - it worked maybe half of the time but at a young age this act made Joaquin realize the power his words held +  Joaquin’s favorite memory is falling asleep between Carmen and Ben reading him bedtime stories in front of the fireplace - he never felt quite as secure as he did when Ben would carry him to his bed and his parents would tuck him in :’)

Face Claim: M.ichael T.revino

“-…So…I take it you’re calling me pretty then, are you?” A roguish grin adorns his features as he quirks a brow, leaning forward to survey her with an almost knowing look on his features.

He slides another drink over to Thatcher, chuckling softly as he tilts his head to the side, running a thumb along the edge of his glass.

        “What reason could I possibly have to lie to you? I’m almost insultedthat you think I could do such a thing.”

“Catch on to that, did ya?” She teased, a grin of her own lighting up her face. Rather than shrink back as he leaned closer, Thatcher did the same, matching his stance. Her smile only widened as another drink was placed before her.

The plan for that evening had been for nothing more than a quiet evening alone, ready to scorn just about everyone who approached her thanks to the ridiculously long hours she’d been working lately. And yet, something in the combination of that wit and smile cracked that outermost layer of ice.