#frecklesblog

[snowbazpitch]

Know me better

This is cool omg thank you @nikiforvx for tagging me!

Tag nine people basically! I’m not sure who has done this already so if I tag you and you have sorry!

Relationship status: I am single as heck

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick just because I don’t wear a ton of makeup

Last song I listened to: Shape of you by Ed Sheeran which is my jam at the moment

Top Three shows: Voltron Legendary Defenders, Daredevil (Netflix), and probably like Degrassi Junior High/ High because nostalgia and I’m just really Canadian I guess 

Top Three Characters: Adam Parrish, Ari Mendoza, Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane at the moment anyway, I have too many to even pick from

I tag:

@hopelesslyinlovewithchapter61 @evilkittequeen @frecklesblog-overexposed @ismill @fyeahsnowbaz @satanicslushie and pretty much anyone who wants to do this I tag you because this is cool but I am bad at tagging, so you, right there, do this!

[halfsinhalfbad-blog]

Study Abroad [closed rp with Freckles-blog]

The first thing he had learned upon entering the country was that the documentation and the process took longer than a large cup of coffee. The second thing, it took longer to get through customs and hail a taxi than his phone battery lasted.

Given he hadn’t charged it since the plane, but one would think these phones would be good for a couple of days rather than a handful of hours. 

The thought of being able to have some fun overseas for a while was too good to pass up. He had already been confused as a student of Greek or Italian nationality. Perhaps some other southern country. He had to laugh a little before his voice gave him away. 

The dean of the college had a laugh as well, having emailed him plenty before he came over.

He had arrived early, enough so that he could begin moving things in while his roommate was out at breakfast. Hopefully this roommate was a bit fun. The man was supposed to help him adjust to the cultural differences here.

Ja’far...

What a nice name.

[trainerofslavcs]

freckles-blog

◤Fatima was so frustrated. Everyone on Sindria was living in their own little dreamland. None of them wanted to face the reality of the world and pushed blame onto those who did the dirty work. “They are all idiots! You too freckles!” He points at Ja’far, “You all need to grow up and stop blaming me!”◢

[conquerorofzagan]

satea-magi replied to your post

[ i’d like to rp with you but then I get all nervous cause you’re like awesome and I just don’t want to bother you orz im sorry. You’re totes great. ] 

  freckles-blog replied to your post I always want to rp with you -hugs-

Satea-don’t be nervous, I’m not that awesome I swear. I’m just a lonely dork longing for attention and wanting to feel needed.

Freckles- and I always want to rp with you to -hugs back- I need to check on our rp on my ja

[sindriamage]

Kiss

Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate.

It had been a long few months for the both of them. Yamu knew this but it seemed to taking its toll on Ja’far more than usual. It had been as though they couldn’t catch their breath before they were onto something else.. They were accustomed to working nearly all the time but this was too much even for them..And it wasn’t until they had been left alone in the library, noses stuck in some books and their generally neat scribbling turning sloppy beyond legibility. The mage frowned at her own writing. Would she even be able to read any of this later? And her answer was: probably not.Aqua gaze peeked over the top edge of her book when her ears caught the sound of Ja’far groaning. Quietly, she closed the book she held and gently set it down. “Something wrong, Ja’far?”Another groan. “These words are beginning to look like gibberish. Its giving me a headache…”Poor thing.. Yamuraiha smiled softly and carefully tugged the book from Ja’far’s grasp, flipping it closed and setting it aside. “It’s late. You should get some rest..”“No, no. There’s work to do. Besides, you’re still here.”Without a second thought, the mage responded, “I’ll go with you. I’m not going to be able to read my writing anyway, so I’m going to have to come back later…” She picked up her notes and organized them neatly, waiting for the advisor to stand. Once he did, Yamu quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek.“Sinbad couldn’t ask for a better advisor..”

[halfsinhalfbad-blog]

Making a Mob, Starting with Spitfire [Freckles-blog]

The most important thing to him was the pounding of the music in his club when he had first opened. Liquor pouring down from champagne bottles and women in clothes that left nothing to the imagination. His place was like classy orgies and elegant decor. 

Didn’t pay the bills though, he had moved onto the typical sideline businesses. Foreign imports mostly. Tigers and exotic animals, weapons, black market organs... 

He was good at talking the talk and keeping his business afloat. 

The fact that there was an assassin set on his tail only meant he was doing his business well. He knew that well. Hell, he hugged Hinahoho at the news, laughing and clapping his hands together.

“Now we’re making something of ourselves!” 

Oh yes, Sinbad was excited the whole night, sitting in the VIP lounge of his club and waiting until a suitable attack timeframe. Two/Three in the morning seemed like a good killing time. He sent his ladies away and headed through the back, taking the long way home in his car and watching for some indication of a follower. 

When he get to his house, he left the door unlocked, opting to move one of his armchairs into the foyer so he could wait his assassin out. Or wait- no, he would have this done in his living room! The fishtanks would look cool. They would have that LED lighting being displaced by the water to give this first meeting an otherworldly kind of feel. 

He settled in the living room and angled his chair by a couple walls for sight purposes. 

Now he was ready. Yes, this would do for now.

He was getting his own assassin. He was going to definitely hire him if the man didn’t kill him. The man would probably fail.

[haemaatic-blog]

✥ ✦

✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great

✦ I like seeing you on my dash

--[ I like rping with you too and having you on my dash~ You're super sweet and rping with you is always fun

[advising-assassin-blog]

freckles-blog replied to your post://….why is it every time I follow a Sinbad it just...

Because clothes are for WIMPS!

"Clothes are for people with some sense of modesty; especially kings who have appearances to keep up which do not include being a nudist." This man would be the death of him.

[exgladixtor]

"I'm sleepy"

Send me “I’m sleepy” and my muse will react to your muse coming into their room in the middle of the night

{☀}—Masrur groans as his eyes blink open. He had been falling asleep off and on all night. He still has troubles sleeping for a long time. He was used to having to wake up at any moment, “J-Ja’far? Did you need something?”

[godnation-blog1]

♖ (and Mun says hello~)

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

            Rhythmic hymns dripped from effervescent lips,                revitalization pulsing through a countenance of relaxed                grace as the pale fingers of a certain vizier feathered through               purple tiers. After a minute surpassed the two, hues of               amber flickered open only interlock with an infuriated pair                of black ones.

               "My hair wasn’t even that dirty, Ja’far; was this really                necessary?”

[sorceressofsindria]

FRECKLES GUESS WHOS BACK

[haemaatic-blog]

freckles-blog replied to your post “”[ someone do me a favor and go on Paimon and tell me if the themes...”

It seems to be working fine for me.

--[ okay thank you, it must just be my computer. I just figured I'd check

[ebonylotis]

*Ebony Lotis had just turned 14. She had moved to Sindria in hopes of meeting a good Magi. In her past she had met Judal and had mixed feelings about the way he ran things. She was also hoping to meet Sinbad, King and conqueror of the Seven Seas. Ebony wanted to learn how to become a better person Physically, Mentally, and Emotionally. She had been through hell and back, but she was ready to turn a new leaf with her life. When she was deep in thought, she bumped into someone and fell over. She looked up at him nervously and then back down.* S-Sorry... I-I'm very sorry. *She then waited for the person to hit her or yell at her*

[exgladixtor]

There was no way the fresh blood in his hands could be real. He could feel the warmth on his hands, but he couldn’t believe it was there. How could this man be dead? Ja’far stared down at his shaking hands. “Masrur… Hey, don’t just lay there….” His brow came together grabbing the man. “Don’t ignore me, I’m talking to you!” He tried shaking the man, but it was pointless. Ja’far closed his eyes willing the tears away. “You can’t just leave like this.”

HOW WOULD YOUR CHARACTER REACT IF THEY FOUND MINE, DEAD?

Masrur always knew he would die protecting Sinbad or one of the other generals. He could always feel it. He thought it was an honor to die for such great people, who showed him love and hope. 

It turned out to be Ja’far, his dear brother and fellow killer. He was the closest to him other than Sinbad. Ja’far was more on an equal level with the Fanalis, which made the relationship different than with Sinbad, not better, but of another kind. They were true bothers.

Masrur saw the attack coming from the ex-assassins blind spot and jumped in front to take the full force. It was funny how fate was ironic. At one point in his life he LONGED and BEGGED for sweet sweet DEATH, but now…now he didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay and live with the one’s he loved as family, and in the place he now called home. Yet, just when you want life the most is when it is finally taken away.

As his breath was leaving him, he could see his long dead family waiting to welcome him home. Turns out he had a younger brother as well, who knew? The Red Lions in changed shape into their true form, something Masrur never had known. Now, he would be the Red Lion he was born to be…he just hoped that when he saw the others again, that they would still love him the same in that form. No, they would. He just knew they would all be together again, one day. Masrur was never truly free, a slave for life was what he was inside, but now…he could finally be what Sinbad never could accomplish.

Free. 

The Fanalis gives the biggest and most brightest smile and expression he had ever had in his entire life as the blood covered his armor. 

"….Thank You…." Was his last words, and then his soul left the earth, and ran among the stars, truly free for the first time.