#americanmockingbird

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[SMS] hey so I've got questions [SMS] Everyone...

[SMS] now its funny u mention those first two because i am in fact wondering y im here and what purpose this serves! [SMS] y is my brother on the phone asking if were dating?

[SMS] Now, it’s funny you mention those first two because I am, in fact, wondering why I’m here and what purpose this serves!

The second one gives him pause and he decides that, hell, as long as the forces of darkness are out and about in the world and he is going to hell.... Sorry Alvin.

[SMS] Your brother? I wasn’t aware you were interested in me in a romantic way.

[ourfairdominion]

@americanmockingbird

[text] I’m sorry

[text] I know a text doesn’t mean much, but I really am

[teableeds]

PSA to everyone: You’re all getting Southern names and I will henceforth only refer to you as that. Freddy Lin, Willy Jan, Mattie Jo, none of you are safe.”

[mauerfrau]

( @hailcolumbia @americanmockingbird but also open to anyone)

“I’ve just had two Americans say I’m attractive, and one even thinks I’m sexy. I suppose I should be flattered, but I can’t deny I’m rather confused.

...This feels like the plot of a Cold War spy film. When do we make out so I can be turned from my evil commie ways by the power of sex?”

[boisterousfifty]

@americanmockingbird​

It had taken him a little longer than expected to find Alfred but Joseph could be determined if he wanted. Without saying a word, quiet as he usually was, the small state grabs hold of and gives a tiny tug to the man’s pants.

“Papa?”

[pxndxrasbox-archieved]

“ i miss our little talks ” (god au for victoria?)

Of Monsters and Men // ACCEPTING

    [Phoenix]- “D’awww, I missed you too sunshine,” the dark goddess beamed, punching the other’s shoulder playfully. It had been too fucking long since Vengence and Justice last met face to face, but despite their contrasting natures the redhead really did adore the other. Things had been rough to say the least since the Old Order fell to ruin, but the fact that they could still meet like this, face-to-face, were treats the dark goddess of vengence savoured.

    “Seriusly, how have you been dear? It’s been too long.”

@americanmockingbird

[eisernerfavst]

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Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get.

44. Our muses on the run together.

“You screwed up big time in there, kid.” 

There was darkness all around them, and the only faint light source came from the small window at the top of the walls, and from the glass one at the door. The thunderous sound of the train’s wheels against the trails engulfed them, metal against metal. 

They got lucky, that’s what played on repeat in Gilbert’s mind. Extremely lucky. Shitty lucky. And that usually ended after you wore it once, and next time he doubt he would just end up with a sore shoulder to tell the story. Grunting as he tried to find a more comfortable position, he pulled himself next to a stack of boxes and rested his back there, taking a deep breath, his eyes trying to scan the place and find Alfred.

If he was completely honest he didn’t know what had played so Alfred, once his trainee, a very talented one dared he admit, would end up as a target at his back. A huge target, nonetheless. It was suicidal, the organisation had contacts, had ways to use whoever and whatever branch of actual legal (and illegal) system to chase them know, he knew that. He would, after all, how many times did he use it on his own cases before? They were dead. 

And yet, here he was. The analytical one, the rational one didn’t think twice before jumping to protect this stupid kid. Before putting a price to his own head for helping that shitty brat to get out alive, and keep doing so.  He didn’t think twice before betraying all he had for this cursed kid. 

“Are you going to tell me anything or am I supposed to be killed without knowing the reason?”

[ageofxail]

“The end of the year means different things to different people.”

“Humans tend to view it as an excuse. A sort of- free pass to make an apology and promise to be better about… whatever’s bothering them.” When exactly Noel stopped viewing himself as a human being had slipped his mind. He knew he hadn’t always thought himself something other than, but could not for the sake of him place where it was he realised that.

“It’s a good thing, I believe, that they can do that. Their lives are so short, its nice to have such a thing to fall back on and mend bridges before they are completely burned. But Mr. Jones, I’m not sure I’m entirely fond of the whole.. New Year business.”

“So much fuss is made over it, every goddamn year. No one is allowed to forget that yet another year has passed. How old will I be when I’m allowed to lose track of the years? It’s bad enough so many want to remember my birthday and ask my age so oft, but damn it, I’m tired. I want to at least be able to pretend I’m young!”

[konigsbergg]

@americanmockingbird | texting starter, still open

CONTACT: Mac Donalds  time: 3:04 AM  [text]: pay pal me 50 euro [text]: hello pay pal me 50 euro [text]: i never got paid for training the americans in the revolutioanry war [text]: 50 euro will cover the fee  [text]: hello o o o o o o o o  [text]: 50 euro 

[a-lion-roars]

❝ I’m Fine ❞

@americanmockingbird | liked for a starter !

“No, no—”

His hands curled into tight fists against the kitchen counter; breath hitching and shoulders tensing. The sudden flare of dizzying anger left him rigid. For a moment, he struggled not to bend the butter knife in his grip, to send the plate of scones flying across the room.

He held onto a tiny vestige of calmness as the tension built in his lungs, only to draw itself out into a long, heated breath.

The day itself had been miserable. He wasn’t unconvinced that God had had it in for him the moment he woke up as everything had worked together so perfectly to sour his mood. When the doorbell rang and he remembered that Alfred was visiting—of course, today of all days—he barely kept a lid on his temper as he welcomed him inside.

The question, innocently-poised, tipped him over the edge, so to speak, and the wall of frustration he held in all day came spilling out, barely kept at bay.

“I told you. I’m fine,” England snapped, his tone suggesting very much otherwise, if his body language wasn’t enough of a clue.

[tsariniia]

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MEME // ACCEPTING

                “Let us not be deceived we are today in the midst of a cold war.”

                   ALFRED. F JONES // ANASTASYA BRAGINSKAYA

[landforces-archived]

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Manhandling symbol starters☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

The blow did catch him by surprise. 

Which was his fault, in all honesty. Alfred was not one to take lightly, and attention was always a must, one moment of distraction and you were done. The boy, or should he say ‘the man’?, had always been a prodigious, but each day he seemed to surpass himself.

Well, well.

And Gilbert had been impressed. He was always impressed when Alfred could keep up with him on this practices moments for as long as he could.

But that was the first time he thrown to the ground.

One sweep kick more than he was expecting, as dumb as it sounds, and he was on the floor without any chance to getting up, because as soon he opened his eyes, and the lights that came with the back of his head hitting the floor were gone, Alfred was right above him.

And he knew it was over.

He cackled.

“Good job.”

[sicilitude]

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THE ULTIMATE SHIP MEME ❤

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No //at least, she could be convinced Have sex on the first date? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes (it’s a solid maybe) | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No //pending something domesticDie for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No //no she’d feel too guilty over it Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

[teableeds]

@americanmockingbird | x

The gentle humming of the string quartet spun around her ears as she danced with any available young man (or woman, if partners for a song were scarce). Her patroness, Lady Forsythia, had ordered a gown and mask specifically for this night. In a castle of orange ruffles and lace, white silk roses pinned to her hair and waist, the young woman fancied that she was perhaps the only lady who didn’t try at all to conceal her identity. Despite the silken mask, embroidered to resemble a fox’s snout, anyone could look upon her and know in an instant that this was Catalina Morcott - the Lady’s ward. In the back of her mind, she reasoned that Lady Forsythia was likely using her a display of wealth. But, there would be time to dwell upon that later. For tonight, she glowed like a marigold, declaring to the world that she was young, ambitious, and unattached. And what would be a better display of this hubris than to dance with the prince? Yes, he would be her target for tonight. But, it wasn’t proper for a lady to ask a man for a dance. Somehow, someway, she would have to make him ask her.

With the victim in her sights, she began stalking through the undergrowth of young and old couples making merry all around her. She deliberately avoided the gaze of a young man trying to catch her attention, focused upon her prey. She would not be distracted. The hunt was on. And so, with the confidence of a predator much larger than herself, she pounced.

However, the efficiency with which he batted away her flirtation had startled her. Did he really just-? Well, no matter. 

“What’s not to be enchanted by? The music? The wine? The mystery?”, she purred, trying to put herself firmly in his center of vision. She would not be ignored nor brushed aside! She was a mighty huntress, and she intended to make the kill. “Or perhaps the greater mystery of what you meant by your previous statement. Is there such a lady in your life?” What lovely gossip this would make if it were true! And what even lovelier gossip it would make if it were not. 

[mauerfrau]

( @americanmockingbird )

She doesn’t even need to look up to know he’s close by. Somehow, she can just sense it. Maybe it’s a change in the air, a subtle scent, or a weird feeling penetrating the room. But she can tell. 

She stands up and glances over her shoulder, confirming his presence. He’s seen her too. To the man in front of her she says, “I have to go. There’s far too many Americans in here now. I’ve already had my hands full with one earlier.” She doesn’t doubt Alfred could hear that.

[boisterousfifty]

@americanmockingbird​ continued from X

“The same reason men climb mountains, Dad. Cause it’s there.” there’s a short pause before he barks out a laugh.

“That and I wanted t’test my luck.”