sometimeslovemeanslettinggo

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I think if ala were to wear skirts, he'd trend towards ankle or floor length

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Alaric probably: I wonder what its like to truly lie? Bet its great.

All the muns with ships with the bastard: whats a little pain amongst friends?

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“Two, my love. And two sons. But I do like hearing it regardless.”

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 : Schuyler (sometimeslovemeanslettinggo)

"We have a daughter, darling. Of course the answer is smash."

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Where does your power lie?

the guts

you just know, don't you? you feel everything so deeply. your power is instinctual, primal. your power is only ever obvious when you need it to be, but it's never failed you. you always know when something has turned sour, you can always feel the shift in the atmosphere. you just do.

Tagged by: @alaricseer

Tagging: @forgemaiar and whoever else wants to.

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Not to call out my own muse but like -gestures to Schuyler- the attention whoring is mutual, Sky’s just an actual cat about it.

@ahauntedgoth replied to your post “what breed of cat would ala be”:

A domestic shorthair brown tabby (mostly because my brown tabby is a fucking attention whore and you’ll claw domestic Ala with his mortals loves from my cold dead hands)- Skymun

​a very sweet answer, and the accusations of attention whoring are of course true so we cant deny

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To anyone who believes fairy tale romances never happen in real life, may I remind you that JRR and Edith Tolkien met and experienced a forbidden love in their youth, and then were separated for five whole years because of his guardian’s rules that he could not date till he was 21, and she got engaged to someone else only because she assumed he’d forgotten her and lost hope that she could ever be with him, but then on his 21st birthday, he wrote her a letter saying he still loved her and wanted to marry her, she responded basically saying ‘if I’d known you hadn’t left me on the shelf, I would never have said yes to anyone else,’ then a week later she greeted him at the train station and then immediately dumped her fiancé, and they got married and she converted to his religion and danced for him in a flowering field far away from the trenches into which he was drafted, which left such an impression that he crafted an entire story about the most beautiful maiden in the world who danced in the woods and made enormous sacrifices to be with the man she loved, and they had four kids and remained faithful to each other and blissfully grew old together and their gravestones are now marked with the names of that same fictional couple that he created, who broke every rule and overcame every possible obstacle to be together and get a happy ending, who only did all that because he based it all on their own real love story.

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Schuyler’s brows knitted together at his sentence, worry taking a deep riot in her soul. The mortal had no wish to be immortal like her lover. She’d always been clear on that stance.

“I’m still here for a while longer. No need to think too hard on it.”

Yet.

"But admit it, life would be boring without me."(Sky to Alaric)(sometimeslovemeanslettinggo)

"It would be more than boring. I hate to even think of living without you."

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We saw Iri’s blog move and Ala’s blog at the same time and Schuyler’s muse peaked up for like 5 seconds.

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The shifter gave him a look of confusion. They had they’re faults, both of them, and perhaps Schuyler was hypercritical of her own, but she couldn’t help but wonder how that sentence made sense. She wanted to argue, and yet some small part of her reasoned it would only upset him more. Yet, she also knew staying silent would hardly help either.

“I- I’m not- are you sure?”

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞ (Schuyler to Ala)( @sometimeslovemeanslettinggo $

"Schuyler, out of the two of us its not you, never you, who is undeserving."

Nothing else mattered to him in that moment, beyond her understanding that fact.

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‘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆’ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

yeah, i… i have no defence nor explanation for this. i think we all deserve this kind of content tho?? so here u go, spoon pals! these can be platonic or romantic or anything at all! to be fair though, you might want to specify whether you (the sender) are taking the role of a big spoon or a little spoon. like, i’m confident i’ve worded them a certain way to make it clear, but like, i’m only one person?? who’s to say you can’t do some of these as both a little AND a big spoon?? anyway, you know the drill, DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!

[ HUM ]:     sender begins to hum soothingly while spooning with the receiver.

[ TUG ]:     sender, sensing the receiver nearby behind them, tugs them by the hand until they’re lying behind them as the big spoon.

[ KISS ]:     sender places a gentle kiss to the back of the receiver’s head while spooning them.

[ PRESS ]:     sender nestles back against the receiver, pressing backwards so that they’re snug against one another.

[ PULL ]:     sender pulls the receiver firmly into them, until they’re pressed snugly into one another while spooning.

[ WRAP ]:     sender wraps their arms more securely around the receiver while spooning, embracing them in the process.

[ NUZZLE ]:     sender gently nuzzles their nose against the back of the receiver’s head/neck/back/shoulder while spooning.

[ BLOCK ]:     sender places their hands over the receiver’s ears so that they can’t hear loud noises nearby.

[ HAIR ]:      sender runs their fingers gently through the receiver’s hair while spooning them.

[ SHOULDER ]:      sender presses a tender kiss to the receiver’s shoulder while spooning.

[ SING ]:     sender begins to softly sing a song to get the receiver to relax while they’re spooning.

[ TURN ]:     sender turns in the receiver’s arms while they’re spooning so that they’re facing each other.

[ FOREHEAD ]:     sender presses a gentle kiss to the receiver’s forehead while facing each other during a spooning session.

[ CARESS ]:     sender gently runs their hand up and down the receiver’s arm/back while spooning together.

[ TEARS ]:     sender notices the receiver either about to or in the process of crying, and pulls them into a spooning position to console them.

[ BREAK ]:      sender begins to cry after the receiver begins to spoon with them, after having an emotionally challenging day.

[ COMFORT ]:     sender, after a really bad day, finds the receiver and lies down behind them to spoon them for comfort.

[ REASSURE ]:     sender notices the receiver having a really bad day, and offers to spoon with them for comfort.

[ NIGHTMARE ]:     sender, after a really bad nightmare, finds the receiver and and spoons with them in an effort to calm themselves down.

[ CONSOLE ]:     sender finds the receiver in the aftermath of a really bad nightmare, and pulls them into a spooning position to offer comfort and solace.

[ SCARED ]:     sender, in a badly frightened state, finds the receiver and asks to spoon with them for comfort and reassurance.

[ SUPPORT ]:     sender finds the receiver in a badly frightened state, and offers to spoon with them to provide comfort and reassurance.

[ COLD ]:     sender notices the receiver shivering from the cold, and lies down beside them to spoon for warmth.

[ SHIVER ]:     sender, shivering from the cold, finds the receiver and asks to spoon with them for warmth.

[ RELIEF ]:     sender finds the receiver after briefly believing them to have died, and pulls them into a spooning position out of sheer relief.

[ SAFE ]:     sender wraps their arms around the receiver after (the sender) was in a very nearly lethal situation, and spoons with them out of relief for their own survival.

[ CHECK ]:     sender lies next to the receiver (who is recovering from injuries or illness) and spoons them while staying awake to make sure their health doesn’t deteriorate overnight.

[ TRACE ]:     sender slowly traces the receiver’s hands/shoulder/arm/back/etc. while spooning together.

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“You’re very easily distracted by beautiful things, my love.” She replied, a mischievous smirk pulling at scarred lips.

She’d been dancing. That’s what the room was for, after all. Feet flittered gracefully across the floor, the hard box of her pointe shoes barely even making a sound as she did. Schuyler dipped briskly into a roll landing in front of Alaric with her knees to her chest.

“I wonder, what would you have for your reward for behaving so well? I’m up for suggestions.”

“Look at you, sitting so quietly for me. Who knew you could sit and watch without saying anything.” (Schuyler to Alaric. Do as you will with it)( @sometimeslovemeanslettinggo )

"Not without struggle. You've always been an incredible motivator, love."

Alaric's voice was soft, distracted, but his gaze never left her.

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Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven’t reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you

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The mortal hummed shifting slightly. Schuyler had never been the deepest of sleepers, but the affection hardly bothered her in the first place. Curling closer to the fae as he pulled the blankets back into place, she huffed lightly.

“…you’re worryin too much, Ala. No need to apologize.”

( kiss ) : receiver kisses one of sender’s scars (Schuyler to Alaric)(because Christ on a bike ai miss writing these two)( @sometimeslovemeanslettinggo )

It hadn't been his intention to wake her, not when she finally seemed to be resting peacefully. Hoping to ease the disturbance, Ala shifted in their bed, pulling the blankets back up around them.

"I'm sorry, go back to sleep if you can."

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For all my roleplay partners:

Never hold your muse back. For real. If your muse wants to lash out at mine, or kiss mine, or tell mine a horrible secret, or slam mine against a wall — go for it. Don’t ever feel like I’ll get your reply and judge you or your muse. Your character has specific feelings, instincts, and desires, and if they want to do something, don’t hold them back. I want to roleplay with your muse in their entirety, the whole truth of your character, not a watered-down version. Never feel nervous — just let it happen as it happens, and it’ll all be great.

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Schuyler smiled indulgently at the fae, taking a step back as if to tease then other. “You wanna hear about how tie your wrists to the headboard above your head? Teasing you until your arching and twisting for me to touch exactly where you want me?” Her grin only widened as she taunted Alaric.

“Or how I’d be completely willing to have that done to me?”

Rather fond of the idea of tying you to the bed and edging you until you beg for release....or even the reverse of that...(Schuyler)(Sometimeslovemeanslettinggo)(listen she’s not all vanilla she’s just shy)

It’s Sinday! Whisper in my muses ear what you want to do with them…

“Schuyler.” He made no effort to hide how delighted he was by the idea, by her. “You tempt me.”

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She’d been in his position, but her sister had made sure she had time to recover. Schuyler highly doubted Percival gave himself that luxury. Stubborn man wouldn’t slow down during the war, and it didn’t surprise her that he wouldn’t now. It just irritated her to no end. “You know maybe, just maybe people would stop asking if you stopped bottling up your feelings and actually talked about them.” She replied, leveling Percival with a stony look. “They’d stop asking too if you weren’t so insistent on getting back to things as usual as the Director. Nothing is the same after what you went through. You as a person won’t be the same after, and squaring up, and trying to pretend everything is fucking fine doesn’t help anything.”

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If the Irishwoman’s eyes rolled any harder they’d be stuck in the back of her skull, and of that Schuyler was sure. Neither of them were fine, but she could still be concerned about the other. Not that he seemed to keen to have her concern. “No, I don’t, but you don’t need to be such an arse about it.” She replied coldly.

    “I just need people to stop asking me that question thinking the answer is going to change,” Percival huffed quietly. “I can’t be expected to be Director of Magical Security and also load everyone up with my own problems. Surely it’s not difficult to know whether I’m fine or not.” He’d been kidnapped, beaten, tortured, broken down, and rapidly built back up again. He squared his jaw and gripped his cane and kept fucking going. How could anyone look at him and need to actually ask whether he was fine or not?