#ofhumanvoice

[ofherdowlingohara]

‘ don’t look at me like that. ’ (eleanor for jackie)- @ofhumanvoice

Clenching her jaw, Jackie roughly grabbed ahold of Eleanor’s elbow dragging her into the hospital’s chapel. “ Don’t look at you like fucking what? That I don’t love you? IT’S BECAUSE I FUCKING DO ELEANOR.” Exclaimed Jackie while throwing her hands up in frustration. “I have always fucking loved you! It always has been you! For the last 16 years of my marriage, that’s one of the reasons why Kevin and I divorced!” The shorter woman stepped closer to Eleanor, tears welling up in Jackie’s eyes. “Aside from my drug problem, I went into rehab. I went to Rehab after I almost died because you were fucking right. Kevin left me, he took my girls. I almost died and that quite frankly scared the shit out of me!! The whole time, I was in that trauma room. I thought of nothing but you.” Jackie ranted absentmindedly while stepping closer to Eleanor grabbing her hands. “ I went to rehab for seven years for you, in hopes of mending our friendship. In Hopes that we could be more than friends, I fucking love you Eleanor. All of the fucking things I have done, I wish I could take back. P-please just don’t leave me…. Like everyone else in my life.” Said Jackie as the tears she has been holding back finally spilled over the edge. “ I know and understand that I don’t deserve another chance, after all the ones you already have given me. I’ll admit that I screwed up Big time. I regret every single thing in my life, aside from my daughters, and you. Because I fucking love you, and I know you must feel it too. Eleanor, please…. Forgive me.” Breathed Jackie as tears spilled down her face, she looked into Eleanor’s eyes with nothing but love and regret for her best friend.

[staredits]

WOULD THAT WE WERE NEVER PARTED. 

[  edits from spartacus  *ੈ✩‧₊˚   mutuals may reblog / personals do not interact   ]

[emctionalsupportgoat]

(You don't have any memes that don't involve dialogue so I'm improvising for my smol son) Grogu toddles over to Milo, holding some crushed flowers in one of his tiny hands. He holds his hand out to the goat, palm open, and looks at him with an expectant smile.

the little goat waggity wags his tail as little friend approaches  .  inspecting the crushed flowers with a sniff, he gently nibbles a few .  they are delicious  !  a contented bleat, milo wishes he could return the favour .  does his friend eat hay  ?  wylan and jesper always had a fresh hay delivered  !  a soft huff, the little goat leans his head forward to press a soft bonk against grogu’s  .  

[houseofmuzes]

“You are worth spoiling, and it’s not even spoiling, it’s just me helping my daughter while she's pregnant.” (eleanor doing the mom thing even though she's still weirded out by the idea she's going to be a grandma)

" Mum, you bought the twins literally EVERYTHING. We do not know if they are identical or fraternal or even girls or boys." Emma said softly as she lays on the couch in Eleanor's office, stroking her bump Emma sighed annoyed at the constant back pain.

[ofheremotions]

Starter/ Plotting for @ofhumanvoice

When Musa’s mother died, the young thirteen year old fairy felt everything Melissa felt. When Melissa succumbed to her illness, Musa was devastated and traumatized by her own fairy magic. Hearing that Musa had a father, her grandfather dropped young Musa off on Alfea’s doorstep. subconsciously Musa held her backpack and suitcase closer, waiting for someone to answer the front door. It was half past midnight when Musa was discovered on the entryway, by Saul who was doing his nightly rounds with Farah. Crouching down Saul picked up the young sleeping fairy, and followed Farah inside. 

[secondbetrayer]

Grogu is in the midst of a staredown with Pantalaimon. When the daemon suddenly changes form, however, the little one startles with a small squeak, stumbling back until he bangs into Lyra's legs.

Lyra winced slightly at the small body colliding with her legs but couldn’t help but giggle a little at Grogu’s surprise. Of course those unfamiliar with dæmons would be even more taken back by the unsettled ones like Pan whose forms could shift.

“It’s alright,” she says, lowering herself down to be more on his level and giving him a gentle smile. Grogu is a sweet little thing, Lyra likes him a lot. “He does that. Are you okay?”

[noblehcart]

@ofhumanvoice (erik & christine)

"angel, you ask too much-!" trembling fingers sift through the sheet music of what they were to practice next. she could hear the distant distant sound of the cast laughing and teasing amongst each other while she sat alone in her dressing room. the dressing room that was her sanctuary and source of solitude. but he was there. she wasn't so alone with her angel just beyond her sight and all around her. swallowing thickly as one hand set down the papers to press to her throat in careful thought as she read over the sheet in her other hand. she wasn't capable of this. not these notes. not her voice. not her voice that carlotta mocked and the others teased.

"not this aria. i-i don't believe i can." she never argued with him. or questioned him, but surely not this aria. not her voice though she felt like his voice lifted and shaped hers, but...this aria belonged to a skilled singer. not her.

[starlightspoken]

❛ it’s not about wanting or not wanting. ❜ (for daenerys from mama alysanne)

SHE IS A STUBBORN CHILD. Her mother has given her an education befitting any king's son. She is too willful for her father's liking, and too clever to not understand why.

❝ Aemon is too shy, Muña, ❞ She insists anyway, ❝ The council would frighten him and boss him around. ❞ After all, Daenerys bossed him around often enough to know. ❝ If I was queen, he could just read his books and be happy. I might even let him be my husband. ❞ This all seems perfectly reasonable and tidy to her mind, as a girl of ten-and-two.

[godblooded]

Grogu sits there, drinking the soup from his tiny bowl. Seeing that Alana has finished hers so quickly, he assumes she must still be hungry and offers her the rest of his. He had snacked on two frogs earlier and isn't as hungry as he could have been.

the jedi’s gaze wanders idly to @ofhumanvoice, a ghost of a smile perpetual on her face. it is a hint of a concept, truthfully, an idea more than a smile at all. enigmatic as it is, the radiating warmth of constant love that rolls off is a mainstay. the familiarity of the thing is there, is always and ever real-- love, love is what she was always missing. the little creature and she are connected forever in the Living Force, and in the Living Force they remain. they understand one another closely. when she smiles, her eyes crease and crinkle at the corners warmly. she shakes her head, quiet, and the hovering smile becomes one embodied whole. 

“ i appreciate your hospitality, friend, but it is all yours. i thank you for your kindness and i recognize its rarity and its beauty. it is a kindness you do me by merely being here. ”

[jedimastre-archive]

🌟 💯

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. / accepting

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point

omg Krystal, thank you so much ! Seeing you on my dash is one of the highlights of my day okay? I need to answer more things so we can have more things because yes. ♡♡♡♡

[ofherdowlingohara]

“You’re not going to get rid of me that easily.” (For Flo from Mom) - @ofhumanvoice

With her half awake state, Florence glared murderously at her mother Farah. “ oh yeah? Watch me.” Flo grumbles before walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her before proceeding to sit in the empty bathtub and finish her coffee. Before Florence processed that she forgot to lock their bathroom door, She saw Farah standing beside the tub looking at Florence in her half awake state.

[houseofmuzes]

“So pregnancy brain is apparently actually a thing. I left my phone in the refrigerator and couldn’t find it for hours.” (farah for florence)

Biting back her laugh as Florence graded papers, " Ah it is very real. I once folded up my laundry and unintentionally started filling the chest freezer with laundry." the younger fairy laughed as she sat her grading pen down, " how's my little sister doing today?" Florence said referring to her unborn sibling she was guessing the gender on.

[korolnichevoya]

For you: Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.” For Kolya: Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating. mainly just because of the fox. also he can be when he wants to be.

How Intimidating Am I?

😌uwu. nikolai is definitely more intimidating than me. i'm a shaking chihuahua of anxiety ( except when it's protecting my friends. then i rip bitches apart without remorse or regret ^.^ )

[viciousgold]

“So we could fight, or we could wait, or I could go.” (from O'Hara) @ofhumanvoice

"I somewhat delight in fighting with you." Marisa spoke softly, trying to lighten the mood. "You're one of the few people who can keep up with me. Perhaps even surpass me, which is even more impressive. Though, we really shouldn't be fighting. I promise, you don't need to fret over me, I'm fine. I've been injured before and this is how I always handle it. I don't like to dwell on such things."

[secondbetrayer]

@ofhumanvoice sent 🧸 and hugged Lyra.

Lyra smiled as she felt someone’s little arms around her leg, looking down and finding Grogu there. Pan chirped happily close by.

“Hello, Grogu,” Lyra said with a giggle and lifted him up into her arms. She held the baby close to her and stroked one of his cheeks with a fingertip. “What’ve you been up to?”

[starsspin]

@ofhumanvoice sent: ❝ a man in your place should count himself fortunate that his head is still on his shoulders. ❞

Aye he was fortunate for his life, there was no denying that. Considering the reason he had even been brought to Capua was for his own execution, he was lucky to be standing here now indeed. Though he would not consider his current standing a stroke of good fortune, he would not be here at all if not for the Romans, Glaber for convincing them to fight in a war not their own, Glaber for going back on his word, Glaber for unjustly seeking a balm for a bruised ego. Batiatus had in fact stepped in offering a solution to please both the cheering crowd and the Legatus. Had those events not come to pass, he would still hold his freedom, Sura her life, and they would still be toiling for coin. A fact he would like to point out.

It had been a hard lesson learned, to be able to hold his tongue and not speak out of turn. A lesson still not fully learned, though Batiatus was far more forgiving than his wife in such cases. Something the Thracian did not entirely see has a weakness. If anything Batiatus was at least aware of who had thrust the house he now lived under into prosperity. ❝ Yes Domina, fortunate indeed. ❞ He doesn’t look at her as he speaks, but rather past her, saying nothing further. Already she did not like him, would use any excuse to see him cast aside, he did not need to make things worse, yet he could not bring himself to form sweeter words. She could get those from Crixus if she wished to hear them.