#thecaptainlawrence

[margaretofwales]

🎭- show us a picture of your mask.

“Oh, if you insist.”

[keyes-tothecrown]

💪- who’s most likely to get in a fight?

Aaron Herzog. With anyone. That is my prediction. 

[karolinaofrussia]

Karo & Valko

insists that they are an awesome dancer even though they’re terrible Valky.

likes to watch reality tv KAROLINA.

refuses to wear pants when they’re home alone ...both.

is the jealous / protective one ... neither both.

goes all out on the holidays Valky.

cries over books Valky.

is terrible with kids ... neither.  👀

drinks too much caffeine ... neither.

could sleep for twenty-four hours straight BOTH.

never wears matching socks Valky.

punches a tree when they’re angry KAROLINA.

gets scared by the toaster what is a toaster

@valkothewolf

[peter-bowen]

☠ poisoning them (oops)

“If you’re going to try that--”

Daintily, he reached for the small, plastic bag, his fingers clothed in a silk handkerchief. Dark brown eyebrows lifted; the guards around the perimeter watched amusedly as Peter strode around the small jail cell. The other man, seated in the corner, and considerably dirtier. 

“You might not want to label it arsenic, sir.” He cleared his throat. “Next time.”

[keyes-tothecrown-archive]

🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing (alex!)

Maddox stepped back for a moment with a finger held in thought over his lips. Alex was on the run and needed clothing. The Brit moved forward to cuff the short sleeves of the patterned shirt tight over large biceps and adjusted the scarf around Alex’s neck. Maddox then directed the pirate to the nearest full length mirror and spoke behind a balled fist to hide his amusement. “I say we go with the standard man bun as the final touch. No one will recognize you. Hell, I barely recognize you now.” 

[margaretofwales-archive]

🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing (from Sacha)

March 2019THE ISLANDSummit, Day 3

The morning dawned bright and irritatingly hot, so reminiscent of her time in captivity. Malle yawned and stretched, staring out the window of another boat that was not her own. Her head hurt. Too much drinking.

Passing the room filled with slumbering bodies, she reached for a pair of sunglasses strewn on the countertop. Her skirt was rumpled, but intact, and she found her heels stacked neatly near the door. A motion to a guard, and the drawbridge began to lower. She turned with her hand on the door.

“Oh, hi.”

They looked ridiculous, the angular frames on her round face.

“Mind if I borrow these?”

@thecaptainlawrence (but Sacha!)

[import-icelandic-cod]

i know my kingdom awaits, and they’ve forgiven my mistakes

i’m coming home.

@thecaptainlawrence - here’s the draft??? all credit to you

[prince-ipled-blog]

[night of chaos] by the twilight’s last gleaming; approx. 9 PM

@thecaptainlawrence​ (Sacha), @infantacardoza; @ everyone else as kickoff

New moon. 

Tulach House was a glittering beacon in the darkness, with one or two lights from the villas scattered here and there. Aside from the cluster of buildings, however, the island was pitch black; a blanket of darkness settling over the sand not even the stars strewn above could pierce.

His footsteps were muffled in the island’s local night-time cacophony: cicadas, mosquitoes, and the rumbling of the generators. His collar was already sticking to the back of his neck - whether it was the humidity or his own nerves, he didn’t know. Doubts raced each other in circles round and round his head - did the Welshman come through? was there a boat? would his people make it there in time? would he?

His fingers tightened around the set of pliers he had liberated as he crouched down, other hand following the fuel lines by touch. Monte Carlo, he told himself, not Beijing; no explosions - somewhere close behind him, Sacha would be waiting with ammunition and ready with a distraction; Lecia standing watch from a distance - and that - that was the only backup he had, on the only plan he had.

It would have to be enough. They were out of time.

Fuel lines done; clamps loosened - now for the switches. He tugged on the pair of rubber gloves (bright yellow) over the rough-knit gardening gloves, wrapped the hand in another strip of cloth -

“Áfram með smjörið,” he breathed, as if in prayer. On with it. He threw the switch.

The first two groaned and clattered to a halt.The third followed suit. Only the main and last one left. He turned around, peering into the darkness where the French dauphin should be and let out a low whistle. T’es prêt? You ready? If Sacha whistled back, he couldn’t make it out - couldn’t afford to wait for it.

He was just reaching for the last switch on the last generator when the heavy stomp of someone else pierced through the now-quieter area.

“ - just taking a piss, keep your shirt on man.” A puddle of light streamed through the now open back door, outlining a backlit figure. “Ey, what the - ”

Light glinted off the handle as the figure pulled out the -

“Gun!” he shouted, throwing himself at the figure - fokk, what kind of idiot would shoot around heavy machinery - he was made but if it meant the others could get away -

Crack went the gun, and a plume of sparks shot up high into the night sky like fireworks, sparks white-hot where they burned him. Sacha was right, he thought hysterically, even as the idiot pirate got the gun trained on him, this was Beijing all over again, fireworks and all. 

The last generator shrieked its last and clanked to a stop. Inside, all lights winked out and for one breathless moment, the island was dark and silent.

Then the screaming started.

[tl;dr - There was a single gunshot; sparks going up into the sky for one moment; all electricity and lights on the island now out. Go!]

[margaretofwales]

✵ Charlie + Malle

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off? Charlie, of course.

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting? Malle!

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies? Malle recommends it and Charlie protests, but when she recommends something else, Charlie insists upon the hallmark movies because it’s tradition.

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas? See above.

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping Malle!

who insists on making snow angels? Also Malle!

who put christmas outfits on all the pets? Charlie.

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? They aren’t ever together on Christmas, both with their respective families.

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers? Charlie, but Malle’s happy to do so.

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present? Charlie waits until midnight to ask for her present?!

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year? Malle, the year Charlie and she baked cookies.

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame? Neither!

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm? Malle.

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real? Charlie, after the holiday light escapade.

[keyes-tothecrown]

◎  - Next to any question to have it answered sincerely, no matter how personal or embarassing. > save Bo or save Aaron

Aaron. 

[karolinaofrussia]

♡ [sacha]

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other . Sacha/Karo trash relationship from a few years back? They’re both wild partiers. 

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[peter-bowen]

(Telephone)!! From Charlie lmao

NAME: Charlotte MountbattenRINGTONE: Default (Opening)PICTURE: No pictureLAST TEXT RECEIVED: “idk where I am but there are snacks here!!”LAST TEXT SENT: “Who is this?”

[keyes-tothecrown-archive]

take care (to comb your hair): night of chaos, just before jacob departs the island @thecaptainlawrence

Leaving the sniper tower was difficult. Physically, considering Maddox had been injured hours ago. Visually, because he had an exceptional view of a canteen inferno. On the ground he could see his villa. It had basically served as storage for almost ten years as the gunner had rarely been there. He’d already gathered what he needed. Other important items he couldn’t leave behind were in his cabin on the ship. The one he knew he’d never sail on again. 

But the choice given was stay and die for a kidnapping plot he never believed in to begin with. Or escape with his life. Another decision a pirate family he wasn’t even related to had made for him. 

So, time to go. One last thing-- tracking down Alex.

“Boats are coming for the royals. Roman’s dead. Jacob’s leaving with a boat. We need to go now, Alex.” 

[margaretofwales-archive]

🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other (from alex)

She studied him coldly, almost clinically in the way that the dark brown eyes seemed to harden to nearly-black. Her fingertips touched him as a show of dominance, because she could, because they were in public, because he didn’t frighten her any longer. A long, tracing touch from the highest point of his cheekbone, tracing a scar down his neck.

Malle clucked her tongue softly, that same, casual sweetness coming onto her features again. “You don’t belong here,” she murmured amidst the crowd of royals. She’d missed Aaron’s coronation, still managed to show up for Sacha’s wedding. This was somewhere in between: formal, but lacking the security of a coronation and the gaiety of a wedding. Her hand dropped to her side. “You know that.”

@thecaptainlawrence

[prince-ipled-blog]

[edit: Dammit @thecaptainlawrence, why you gotta be right about this?]

[margaretofwales]

₪ -  For a kink.

Daddy.