My Name Is Philip And I Am A Poet!

M!A: Philip has braces and is in awkward teen years. (Ends 5/10) An ask and RP blog for Philip Hamilton FC: Anthony Lee Medina (follows back from rey-alejandro)

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Split Apart || Closed

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Huh? Yeah I’m okay.” Philip mumbled.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll drive everyone to school. Angie will you keep an eye on AJ? He’s sleeping but I don’t know when he’ll wake up.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip nodded and staggered to his room. Angie gave her a surprised look. She had never taken care of a younger sibling that was sick, usually Philip would do that. “I-I-I take care of h-him?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Yes. Is that alright?” She asked.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Y-yes? I-I think I c-can do it.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Are you okay?” She asked.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

She nodded and then shook her head.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“What’s wrong?” She moved to her.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“What if I mess up?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Baby you’re not going to mess up. I know you’re very capable,” she kissed her head. “I won’t be gone long and he’s asleep.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Promise? Promise you won’t leave me alone for a long time?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“I promise. It will be twenty minutes or less. You can get Pip or call me if something happens.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

She breathed heavily and nodded. “Okay mom… I’ll do that..”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She smoothed her hair back. “Thank you, my brilliant girl.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

She nodded. “Yes momma.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Love you,” she smiled gently at her before straightening again.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

She nodded with a smile and went to look after AJ.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Bloodied Flowers ||Closed||

It has been days since Philip and Eponine last talked. He had been getting increasingly getting sicker. His chest was full of pain and so has his lungs. It was difficult breathing. He got dressed in a flowy maxi dress, flats and a cardigan to go visit her.

@ask-darling-eponine

[darlingxeponine]

Eponine hadn’t barley left her apartment in those past few days. There was a distinct sent of weed in her bedroom that clung to her clothes as well. She had hoped it would make her feel better but she was starting feel worse. When she heard the knock on the door she was lighting some candles that would help the smell. She spray some perfume and opened the door.

“Yes- Philip. W-what are you doing here?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He looked at her, noticing the smell. “I-I want to talk with you… I-” He groaned, clutching his chest and gasping. “I-I’m sorry f-for everything.” He wheezed.

[darlingxeponine]

“Philip, are you okay?” Her eyes widened slightly with concern. “Come- come inside. You can sit on the couch.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He shook his head and followed her inside. “I-its probably just a c-cold.”

[darlingxeponine]

She led him to the couch and sat down with him. “Pip, are you sure? Do you need anything?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He shook his head and wheezed. “I’m f-fine.” He coughed violently.

[darlingxeponine]

“Philip you don’t sound okay. You need to see a doctor,” she told him, sounding worried.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He continued to cough, soon gagging.

[darlingxeponine]

She put a hand on his back. “Pip, oh my god.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He cried and coughed up something that looked like a flower

[darlingxeponine]

“Oh my god,” she gasped. She picked it up. “What the fuck?” She thought for a moment she was tripping from the weed.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He coughed again and spit up another flower. “Eponine?”

[darlingxeponine]

“Philip what’s going on?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He teared up. “I-I don’t know?”

[darlingxeponine]

She put a hand on his back. “I’ll call a doctor.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“What?! No!”

[darlingxeponine]

“Then what do I do?!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Stop yelling?!” He asked, tears stinging his eyes and his voice raw.

[darlingxeponine]

“I’m sorry…” she muttered and rubbed his back.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He sniffled and curled up.

[darlingxeponine]

“What can I do? Please just tell me.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I-I don’t know…”

[darlingxeponine]

She smoothed his hair. “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry I ran out..”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“W-Why did you run out? Why?” He asked, crying.

[darlingxeponine]

“I just… I don’t know how these things work. I don’t know how to- how to function right.. I’m scared of how you make me feel.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“How I make you feel?!” He asked as he wheezed again.

[darlingxeponine]

“Yes! How you make me feel! Please let me get you a doctor!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

"I don't want to go!" He coughed and hacked as he threw up another flower

[ask-pip-the-poet]

‘Someone sat across from me in the library and suddenly my book has a green cover’ AU (Georges-de-Lafayette)

Philip sat at one of the computers to work on his class assignment. He suddenly realized that color flooded into his sight. Everything was bright and lively, but how? Was his soulmate around the area?

@georges-de-lafayette

[georges-de-lafayette]

Georges was in a rush. He had exactly 30 minutes to get this damn paper printed and get to class… on the complete other side of campus. It didn’t help that all the computers were being used right now. Suddenly, everything in the room seemed different and it took him a long moment to realize he was seeing colors for the first time. Did that mean his soulmate was here? He glanced around the room with wide eyes, silently praying his soulmate would also be willing to give up his computer for a minute.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Pip stood up from his spot and looked around for anyone that would look confused. "Wh-Who else saw color?" He asked, hopefully someone would speak up instead of giving him false hope. "I-I think my soulmate I-is here."

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Bloodied Flowers ||Closed||

It has been days since Philip and Eponine last talked. He had been getting increasingly getting sicker. His chest was full of pain and so has his lungs. It was difficult breathing. He got dressed in a flowy maxi dress, flats and a cardigan to go visit her.

@ask-darling-eponine

[darlingxeponine]

Eponine hadn’t barley left her apartment in those past few days. There was a distinct sent of weed in her bedroom that clung to her clothes as well. She had hoped it would make her feel better but she was starting feel worse. When she heard the knock on the door she was lighting some candles that would help the smell. She spray some perfume and opened the door.

“Yes- Philip. W-what are you doing here?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He looked at her, noticing the smell. “I-I want to talk with you… I-” He groaned, clutching his chest and gasping. “I-I’m sorry f-for everything.” He wheezed.

[darlingxeponine]

“Philip, are you okay?” Her eyes widened slightly with concern. “Come- come inside. You can sit on the couch.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He shook his head and followed her inside. “I-its probably just a c-cold.”

[darlingxeponine]

She led him to the couch and sat down with him. “Pip, are you sure? Do you need anything?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He shook his head and wheezed. “I’m f-fine.” He coughed violently.

[darlingxeponine]

“Philip you don’t sound okay. You need to see a doctor,” she told him, sounding worried.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He continued to cough, soon gagging.

[darlingxeponine]

She put a hand on his back. “Pip, oh my god.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He cried and coughed up something that looked like a flower

[darlingxeponine]

“Oh my god,” she gasped. She picked it up. “What the fuck?” She thought for a moment she was tripping from the weed.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He coughed again and spit up another flower. “Eponine?”

[darlingxeponine]

“Philip what’s going on?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He teared up. “I-I don’t know?”

[darlingxeponine]

She put a hand on his back. “I’ll call a doctor.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“What?! No!”

[darlingxeponine]

“Then what do I do?!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Stop yelling?!” He asked, tears stinging his eyes and his voice raw.

[darlingxeponine]

“I’m sorry…” she muttered and rubbed his back.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He sniffled and curled up.

[darlingxeponine]

“What can I do? Please just tell me.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I-I don’t know…”

[darlingxeponine]

She smoothed his hair. “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry I ran out..”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“W-Why did you run out? Why?” He asked, crying.

[darlingxeponine]

“I just… I don’t know how these things work. I don’t know how to- how to function right.. I’m scared of how you make me feel.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

"How I make you feel?!" He asked as he wheezed again.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Split Apart || Closed

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Huh? Yeah I’m okay.” Philip mumbled.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll drive everyone to school. Angie will you keep an eye on AJ? He’s sleeping but I don’t know when he’ll wake up.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip nodded and staggered to his room. Angie gave her a surprised look. She had never taken care of a younger sibling that was sick, usually Philip would do that. “I-I-I take care of h-him?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Yes. Is that alright?” She asked.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Y-yes? I-I think I c-can do it.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Are you okay?” She asked.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

She nodded and then shook her head.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“What’s wrong?” She moved to her.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“What if I mess up?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Baby you’re not going to mess up. I know you’re very capable,” she kissed her head. “I won’t be gone long and he’s asleep.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Promise? Promise you won’t leave me alone for a long time?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“I promise. It will be twenty minutes or less. You can get Pip or call me if something happens.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

She breathed heavily and nodded. “Okay mom… I’ll do that..”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

She smoothed her hair back. “Thank you, my brilliant girl.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

She nodded. "Yes momma."

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Lucy flopped down in her boat, ready to wait out the storm. "This is awful," she half-sang to herself. "I'm gonna die." The storm had sprung up unexpectedly, and now she was stuck out here on the sea, in a small boat with only a tarp between her and the raging sky.

The sea was getting worse by the minute, making it harder for Philip to swim. He was thousands of miles away from his family and he was sure that the storm was going to kill him. His eyes were getting irritated from all of the sand swirling in the waves, causing him to hit his head on the bottom a small boat.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy jumped and the boat rocked, tipping over. She screamed as water seeped through the boat. “No!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Some of the water got stained a deep silver thanks to Philip’s wound. He tried to look around for a way to escape, but his mind was getting fuzzy.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She clawed at the tarp, desperate to get free. The tarp caught around her and she started to go down.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He felt the tarp brush his tail when it was sinking. He frowned, swimming to it in confusion.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She thrashed and tried to get it off. Her hand shot free.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip flinched when her hand almost touched his face. He moved away slightly and grabbed her wrist with his webbed hand.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy froze as she ran out of air. It almost felt like someone was grabbing her hand. But that was impossible.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He pulled her up and struggled to take off the tarp. Helping humans wasn’t his specialty, but he needed to save her.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

The tarp came loose after seconds of pulling at it, though Lucy’s eyes were closed. The boat drifted nearby them.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He frowned deeply and kissed her, blowing air into her mouth. It might’ve been weird for him to do this, but this procedure gives humans the ability to breathe underwater for a few minutes.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She coughed and sputtered before her eyes opened slightly.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip pulled away and tried his best to swim toward the shore.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy followed him, struggling against the currents. “Help!” she screamed.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He looked back at her and grabbed her wrist.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She fainted and fell back beneath the waves.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He pulled her into his chest and swam as quickly as he could.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy curled up to him, shivering.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip didn’t notice and continued swimming. He was getting closer to the shore and he was losing blood quickly.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She gasped for air and clung to him.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He kissed her again.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy pointed over his shoulder at land. How were they already back?

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip looked at where she was pointing and nodded. He swam against the current.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

They reached the shore and she grabbed him. “Come on!” she yelled over the storm.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip shook his head an tried to pull away. He let out a few clicks and chirps that sounded like a dolphin.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy let go of him and stumbled backwards.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He took deep breaths before joining her on the beach.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She gasped. Where his legs should’ve gone, there was a tail. “Holy shit…”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He tilted his head at her expression. “Shit isn’t holy…”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“It’s an expression…what are you?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I’m a merperson.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“What, like Ariel?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He tilted his head to the other side. “Ariel?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Never mind. Thank you for saving me.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He nodded with a smile. “We aren’t vicious.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“I am…glad to hear that.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“You’ve never read the myths? Georges told me that your kind are into myths.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Georges? I have a friend named Georges.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Dark skin? Curly hair?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She nodded. “He’s my best friend.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Then why were you confused with my appearance?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“He’s not a mermaid.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Georges is a mermaid.” He mumbled and drew his friend’s face on the sand. “Georges.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She gasped. “Oh my God. He didn’t tell me!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He tilted his head and the gills on his neck expanded, desperately trying to get water.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy shoved him back in the water.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip let out a small dolphin like sound when he was shoved.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Dude, you have to be careful!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He hydrated for a bit before going back on land

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“I didn’t know Georges was a mermaid.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Georges did not tell me he was human.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She glanced at the sky. “Come back after the storm and I’ll drag him down here.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He looked up at the sky as well. “It’s almost over.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“I’m soaking wet and freezing. I’m going back to my house. I’ll bring him with me.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I can warm you up.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Excuse me?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“A mermaids kiss can give a human the ability to breathe underwater and they can heat you up.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy shrugged. “I’ll just run home and come back.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He tilted his head again.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She grinned. “I’ll be back soon. I’ll bring Georges with me.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“You are leaving?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Only until the storm passes.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Oh, okay.” He smiled.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy ran off for shelter.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip watched her before crawling into the water.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

When the storm ended Lucy ran down to the ocean, dragging Georges behind her.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Georges was confused by why she was bringing him out to the beach. He had told her before that he was afraid of the water

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

They stopped at the beach and she looked up at him. “I was in that storm just now,” she told him, “and a merman saved me.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He tensed, knowing that this is where Philip would mostly hang out. “Lu Lu, there are no such things as mermaids.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“One, not my name. Two, you’re one.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Mermaids don’t exist.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She shook her head. “Yeah, and we both know it.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Lucy what the hell are you talking about?!”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy shook her head. “Fine! Fine. Go away, then.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Did you hit your head during the storm?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“No, I didn’t.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Then why are you insisting that mermaids exists?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Because I saw one!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“How?!”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“He saved my life.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Then where is he?!”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“I don’t know.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Georges rolled his eyes.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Fine! Go away!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He gave her a look and noticed Philips head poking out from the water. “Pip?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy turned and glared at him, visibly restraining herself from punching him. “You asshole rat-faced bastard,” she hissed. “You mother fucking son of a bitch.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip yelped and disappeared in the water.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She kept glaring at Georges. “What the fuck?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

"Please don't hurt him." Pip mumbled softly as he swam up to the shore.

[combeferrethemothman]

☹☹ pip

61. severe burn on arm-Pip

7. Both legs broken-Ferre

@ask-pip-the-poet

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip smiled back at him.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“I love you.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I love you too.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre laced their fingers together, “I’m so lucky I’ve got you.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip grinned and squeezed his hand

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre kissed his hand, “I love you more than anything in the world.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“You do?”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“So much.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip giggled softly and smiled:

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre smiled back.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I’m sorry for letting the apartment burn.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“It wasn’t your fault, baby.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“They found my old hair dryer, the one that has the end exposed, connected to an outlet.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“That’s impossible…I found that and unplugged it…”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I plugged it back to dry Noodles’ hair after I bathed him.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“No I meant after that…you don’t think someone could’ve broken in…?

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip shook his head.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“I think someone did, Pip…”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Or maybe you didn’t unplug it? But also, Richard lives with us… maybe he used it after you unplugged it?”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“I definitely unplugged it, oh my god! Is Richard okay?!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“H-He left to go to a dinner with his parents out of town…”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre sighed in relief.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Maybe it was something else?”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre nodded.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Pip looked down and sighed. “B-but what could it have been?”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“I don’t know baby.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Candles?”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“Maybe.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Last time we lit one was to try out wax play.” He blushed

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre chuckled, “We could do that again anytime.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I don’t like it.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“We don’t have to then.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Phip sighed and felt his arm.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre shifted a bit.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“How are you feeling?”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre shrugged, “I’d feel better if only one leg was shattered.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

"I'm sorry sweetheart..."

[ask-pip-the-poet]

🍕

Philip glared at Ferre as he finished his slice of pizza. There was one piece left and he already had eyes on it. Slowly, he reached out for it.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip tensed and shook his head. “You’ll never b-be like them!”

@combeferre-the-mothman

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre squeezed his eyes shut.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip cried into his shoulder

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre held him closer.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“We’ll be okay.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre smiled and nodded.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip curled up next to him.“

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre kissed his cheek.

Noodles jumped up on the bed with them happily.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip smiled and pulled Noodles close

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Noodles licked his face.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip chuckled softly. “I… I had a completely different idea for how our night should’ve gone.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“We could get another pizza and have a redo?” Ferre kissed him softly.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Alright, we can do that around the same time you bought the pizza from yesterday.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“And you can have the cold one left over from last night.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip made a face. “You can have it..”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“We could split it?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip shook his head.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“I’m going to get rid of it, I think it’s bad luck.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Don’t give it to Noodles.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“To Noodles it is.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Do not give it to him, he’ll probably get sick.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“Oh! I thought you meant don’t throw it out, give it to Noodles,” Ferre laughed.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He shook his head.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“I’ll get rid of it,” Ferre kissed him gently.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip kissed him back.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“I love you, my angel.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip chuckled and kissed him.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre kissed back.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Go throw that thing.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre nodded and went to throw it away.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip sighed and pulled Noodles closer to himself.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre threw it out and came back.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip looked up at him and smiled.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre kissed his head.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip giggled softly.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre pulled him in close with Noodles and snuggled.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philipclosed his eyes and drifted to sleep

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre dozed off as well.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip slept in that position for a bit, before falling back.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre snored softly.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip woke up a few hours later with back pain from how he was sleeping.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre was still sleeping.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He maneuvered himself around Ferre and Noodles to get off the bed.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre snored softly.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip kissed his forehead before going to the bathroom. He filled up the tub with warm water and sighed.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre heard the water running and woke up slowly.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip stripped out of his clothes and slipped into the tub. He dropped a small bath bomb into it and watched it fizz.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“Hey, sexy,” Ferre smiled sleepily.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip jumped slightly and covered himself.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre giggled softly.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He blushed brightly and splashed some water on him.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“You’re cute when you blush,” Ferre smirked.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“You’re a stalking tease.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“I don’t stalk, I live here,” Ferre laughed.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“You entered without permission.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“What is this Victorian London?” Ferre teased.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip blushed and looked away, uncovering himself when the water got fogged up a pale purple.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre smiled softly, “I’m sorry if I spooked you, love, I just thought since I see your butt all the time you wouldn’t mind.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I didn’t think you were awake.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre kissed him.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip kissed back.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

“I love you.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I love you too.”

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre held him close.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip sighed happily.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre smiled and kissed his cheek softly.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip smiled up at him. “Want to join me?”

[combeferrethemothman]

“How could I refuse?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Pip sat up to give him more room.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre got in the tub and opened his arms.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Pip moved to sit on his lap.

[combeferre-the-mothman]

Ferre held him close and kissed his neck softly.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Pip gasped softly and moaned.

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

In a bind (OPEN RP)

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

“The man the husband was having an affair with was a former foster child of theirs who’s now an adult.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Gross.” He stuck out his tongue

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

He nodded in agreement. “I know! It’s horrible!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Foster parents are weird and perverted.”

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

Rupert made a small noise of agreement, just overall happy to have already made a friend.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Star looked down at where his plate should be then looked around. “I forget to get food.”

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

Rupert couldn’t help but laugh softly at his mistake and scooted his plate between them, used to only having once chance at a meal to get food. “You can have some of mine, I’m not used to eating this much anyway.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

"What? No, no, I can go get my own... just... uh.... 내 자리를 구해줘." They smiled awkwardly and motioned to their chair.

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

The boy with the Dragon (on a motocross bike) Tattoo

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

He nodded and took his hand. “Yeah, you look like super handsome,” he mused. “Are you ready to go?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Yes I’m ready to go.” He smiled and gave his hand a light squeeze.

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

Ulbrecht led him to the car and opened the passenger’s side door for him.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip thanked him with a small nod.

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

He smiled and got into the car. “You don’t know how excited I am to spend the evening with you.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“You’re actually excited to be with me?”

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

“Well yeah, I didn’t think anybody would have me, so when you said it was a date I got really excited. And like, I really dig your whole style and everything. Full disclosure, this is the first date I’ve ever been on.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I thought that a porn star would be on various dates, or hooks ups.” He tilted his head.

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

“Hookups, yeah, but people don’t want the real you, they want your on screen persona. People just want sex from you, not a relationship where they actually realize I’m more than my job title.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“You have a point there.”

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

“They think I’m like this suave sex monster, but I like to take things slow when in actual romantic relationships. Well, I’ve never been in one, but I’m just not one to dive in.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip nodded along, a bit disappointed with what he was saying.

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

“God, sorry for getting all heavy on you there. I’m just- kinda scared I’ll fuck this up, I’m kinda scared I already have.@

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip shook his head and smiled at him. “You didn’t fuck anything up, I promise.” He smiled.

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

“Good, because I really don’t want to make myself look like an ass in front of you. You’re a really cool guy, Philip.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I promise you have been nothing but a gentleman to me.”

[the-spring-awakening-boys]

He smiled, relaxing a bit. “Good, I’m glad I’m at least doing something right.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip smiled at him and hummed.

[ask-hamilsin-fam]

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!” -pip, if you don't mind

“Yes they do,” John pouted. “What if he gets cold?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip puffed his cheeks and crossed his arms. “They have fur!”

[ask-hamilsin-fam]

“This one doesn’t have a lot!” John argued back

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Pip took a deep breath. “Papa! John is being weird!”

[ask-hamilsin-fam]

“I am not!” John argued. “And your dad isn’t here,”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He looked back at him with a petrified look. “Papa isn’t home?”

[ask-hamilsin-fam]

“He has t come back from work yet,” john explained

[ask-pip-the-poet]

His lip quivered and he crossed his arms. “I want papa!”

[ask-hamilsin-fam]

“Pip, you father is at work. Working. I’m sorry but he isnt here,” he sighed heavily, rubbing at his eyes

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He began to tear up. “Papa left me alone…”

[ask-hamilsin-fam]

“Shh, shh, pip. It’s alright,” John cooed

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Why would he leave me alone?”

[ask-hamilsin-fam]

“He will be back soon..”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I’m 7 and he left me alone!” He screamed

[ask-hamilsin-fam]

“Pip. It’s only an hour..”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Momma isn’t here…”

[ask-hamilsin-fam]

“I know,”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

"Does he know about you?"

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Bloodied Flowers ||Closed||

It has been days since Philip and Eponine last talked. He had been getting increasingly getting sicker. His chest was full of pain and so has his lungs. It was difficult breathing. He got dressed in a flowy maxi dress, flats and a cardigan to go visit her.

@ask-darling-eponine

[darlingxeponine]

Eponine hadn’t barley left her apartment in those past few days. There was a distinct sent of weed in her bedroom that clung to her clothes as well. She had hoped it would make her feel better but she was starting feel worse. When she heard the knock on the door she was lighting some candles that would help the smell. She spray some perfume and opened the door.

“Yes- Philip. W-what are you doing here?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He looked at her, noticing the smell. “I-I want to talk with you… I-” He groaned, clutching his chest and gasping. “I-I’m sorry f-for everything.” He wheezed.

[darlingxeponine]

“Philip, are you okay?” Her eyes widened slightly with concern. “Come- come inside. You can sit on the couch.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He shook his head and followed her inside. “I-its probably just a c-cold.”

[darlingxeponine]

She led him to the couch and sat down with him. “Pip, are you sure? Do you need anything?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He shook his head and wheezed. “I’m f-fine.” He coughed violently.

[darlingxeponine]

“Philip you don’t sound okay. You need to see a doctor,” she told him, sounding worried.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He continued to cough, soon gagging.

[darlingxeponine]

She put a hand on his back. “Pip, oh my god.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He cried and coughed up something that looked like a flower

[darlingxeponine]

“Oh my god,” she gasped. She picked it up. “What the fuck?” She thought for a moment she was tripping from the weed.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He coughed again and spit up another flower. “Eponine?”

[darlingxeponine]

“Philip what’s going on?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He teared up. “I-I don’t know?”

[darlingxeponine]

She put a hand on his back. “I’ll call a doctor.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“What?! No!”

[darlingxeponine]

“Then what do I do?!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Stop yelling?!” He asked, tears stinging his eyes and his voice raw.

[darlingxeponine]

“I’m sorry…” she muttered and rubbed his back.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He sniffled and curled up.

[darlingxeponine]

“What can I do? Please just tell me.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I-I don’t know…”

[darlingxeponine]

She smoothed his hair. “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry I ran out..”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

"W-Why did you run out? Why?" He asked, crying.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Split Apart || Closed

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Huh? Yeah I’m okay.” Philip mumbled.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll drive everyone to school. Angie will you keep an eye on AJ? He’s sleeping but I don’t know when he’ll wake up.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip nodded and staggered to his room. Angie gave her a surprised look. She had never taken care of a younger sibling that was sick, usually Philip would do that. “I-I-I take care of h-him?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Yes. Is that alright?” She asked.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Y-yes? I-I think I c-can do it.”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Are you okay?” She asked.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

She nodded and then shook her head.

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“What’s wrong?” She moved to her.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“What if I mess up?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“Baby you’re not going to mess up. I know you’re very capable,” she kissed her head. “I won’t be gone long and he’s asleep.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Promise? Promise you won’t leave me alone for a long time?”

[ask-mydearest-eliza]

“I promise. It will be twenty minutes or less. You can get Pip or call me if something happens.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

She breathed heavily and nodded. "Okay mom... I'll do that.."

[rey-alejandro]

Feeling down

I know I’ve been clingy and obsessive these past few days, I don’t do it on purpose, I promise. It’s just that since it’s getting closer to school starting, I’ve been extremely anxious and I’ve been wanting attention or reassurance that I’m not annoying. Lots of stuff has happened in my personal life, which makes rping a bit difficult, and I’m currently at that point where I’m constantly checking messages, constantly refreshing messages, check instagram every few minutes, etc etc. And really, it has made me feel awful for how I’m treating all of my mutuals. I constantly feel like I’m guilt tripping them, or driving them away with how I’ve been feeling, and I’m honestly trying my best to not sound like I’m guilt tripping you all, I’m seriously trying. Life is just hard and I’m always on the brink of breaking down for every little thing. I’m just… i am so sorry for how I’ve been acting, I promise I’ll try to get better and get into the swing of things again, I promise

[rey-alejandro]

I apologize to everyone that has ever role played with me,,,, I’m just clingy and obsessive and sensitive,,,, I’m so sorry

[rey-alejandro]

I want to rp and reply to all my threads, but deep down I’m fucking dying and I am just tired of even trying 🙃🙃

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Lucy flopped down in her boat, ready to wait out the storm. "This is awful," she half-sang to herself. "I'm gonna die." The storm had sprung up unexpectedly, and now she was stuck out here on the sea, in a small boat with only a tarp between her and the raging sky.

The sea was getting worse by the minute, making it harder for Philip to swim. He was thousands of miles away from his family and he was sure that the storm was going to kill him. His eyes were getting irritated from all of the sand swirling in the waves, causing him to hit his head on the bottom a small boat.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy jumped and the boat rocked, tipping over. She screamed as water seeped through the boat. “No!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Some of the water got stained a deep silver thanks to Philip’s wound. He tried to look around for a way to escape, but his mind was getting fuzzy.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She clawed at the tarp, desperate to get free. The tarp caught around her and she started to go down.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He felt the tarp brush his tail when it was sinking. He frowned, swimming to it in confusion.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She thrashed and tried to get it off. Her hand shot free.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip flinched when her hand almost touched his face. He moved away slightly and grabbed her wrist with his webbed hand.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy froze as she ran out of air. It almost felt like someone was grabbing her hand. But that was impossible.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He pulled her up and struggled to take off the tarp. Helping humans wasn’t his specialty, but he needed to save her.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

The tarp came loose after seconds of pulling at it, though Lucy’s eyes were closed. The boat drifted nearby them.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He frowned deeply and kissed her, blowing air into her mouth. It might’ve been weird for him to do this, but this procedure gives humans the ability to breathe underwater for a few minutes.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She coughed and sputtered before her eyes opened slightly.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip pulled away and tried his best to swim toward the shore.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy followed him, struggling against the currents. “Help!” she screamed.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He looked back at her and grabbed her wrist.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She fainted and fell back beneath the waves.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He pulled her into his chest and swam as quickly as he could.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy curled up to him, shivering.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip didn’t notice and continued swimming. He was getting closer to the shore and he was losing blood quickly.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She gasped for air and clung to him.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He kissed her again.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy pointed over his shoulder at land. How were they already back?

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip looked at where she was pointing and nodded. He swam against the current.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

They reached the shore and she grabbed him. “Come on!” she yelled over the storm.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip shook his head an tried to pull away. He let out a few clicks and chirps that sounded like a dolphin.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy let go of him and stumbled backwards.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He took deep breaths before joining her on the beach.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She gasped. Where his legs should’ve gone, there was a tail. “Holy shit…”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He tilted his head at her expression. “Shit isn’t holy…”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“It’s an expression…what are you?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I’m a merperson.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“What, like Ariel?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He tilted his head to the other side. “Ariel?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Never mind. Thank you for saving me.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He nodded with a smile. “We aren’t vicious.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“I am…glad to hear that.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“You’ve never read the myths? Georges told me that your kind are into myths.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Georges? I have a friend named Georges.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Dark skin? Curly hair?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She nodded. “He’s my best friend.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Then why were you confused with my appearance?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“He’s not a mermaid.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Georges is a mermaid.” He mumbled and drew his friend’s face on the sand. “Georges.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She gasped. “Oh my God. He didn’t tell me!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He tilted his head and the gills on his neck expanded, desperately trying to get water.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy shoved him back in the water.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip let out a small dolphin like sound when he was shoved.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Dude, you have to be careful!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He hydrated for a bit before going back on land

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“I didn’t know Georges was a mermaid.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Georges did not tell me he was human.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She glanced at the sky. “Come back after the storm and I’ll drag him down here.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He looked up at the sky as well. “It’s almost over.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“I’m soaking wet and freezing. I’m going back to my house. I’ll bring him with me.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“I can warm you up.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Excuse me?”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“A mermaids kiss can give a human the ability to breathe underwater and they can heat you up.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy shrugged. “I’ll just run home and come back.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He tilted his head again.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She grinned. “I’ll be back soon. I’ll bring Georges with me.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“You are leaving?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Only until the storm passes.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Oh, okay.” He smiled.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy ran off for shelter.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip watched her before crawling into the water.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

When the storm ended Lucy ran down to the ocean, dragging Georges behind her.

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Georges was confused by why she was bringing him out to the beach. He had told her before that he was afraid of the water

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

They stopped at the beach and she looked up at him. “I was in that storm just now,” she told him, “and a merman saved me.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He tensed, knowing that this is where Philip would mostly hang out. “Lu Lu, there are no such things as mermaids.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“One, not my name. Two, you’re one.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Mermaids don’t exist.”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

She shook her head. “Yeah, and we both know it.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Lucy what the hell are you talking about?!”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy shook her head. “Fine! Fine. Go away, then.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Did you hit your head during the storm?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“No, I didn’t.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Then why are you insisting that mermaids exists?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Because I saw one!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“How?!”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“He saved my life.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

“Then where is he?!”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“I don’t know.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Georges rolled his eyes.

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

“Fine! Go away!”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

He gave her a look and noticed Philips head poking out from the water. “Pip?”

[ask-lucy-jefferson]

Lucy turned and glared at him, visibly restraining herself from punching him. “You asshole rat-faced bastard,” she hissed. “You mother fucking son of a bitch.”

[ask-pip-the-poet]

Philip yelped and disappeared in the water.