I'm the Lioness

Dorothea Carpenter | 24 | Tattoo artist & aspiring actress. ★★★☆☆

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I REALLY HOPE EVERYTHING IS OKAY ANGEL DW I HAVE YOUR BACK ON THIS OK

you call me angel and yet you’re MY guardian angel <3 tbh it’s better now. i mean i came home at 1 AM so ofc it’s all good and sleepy

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lochlvns:

           AS SOON AS dora’s name lights up the dulled screen of his phone, lochlan k n o w s he’s in trouble. hesitant digits slide across the screen as he crooks the slim device between one broad shoulder & his ear, & although she’s practically ( S C R E A M I N G !! ) into his ear, the devious grin that creeps up his brims isn’t entirely his own fault. ‘ … morning, darlin’. ’

          a massive roll of eyes that nearly made her pupils fall off their slits, was the first thing dora instinctively did after hearing his greeting. “ “darlin” my ass, “ she hissed. the blonde fell back on her couch, her back pressing against the soft pillow there as she looked up the ceiling. “ speakin’ of, i was about to have a spectacular one. let me tell you all about it!! “ her voice was dripping sarcasm---something that, if she knew lochlan at all, was going to amuse him more than anything else, but she couldn’t help herself. “ y’know, do my usual shit.. wake up, have my coffee here, put all my mojo jojjo on and come to pierce dudes in your store. then, on my first break i’d open that cute mini fridge you got for us all---bless your heart for that, btw---and eat a delicious slice of chocolate cake...which I can’t because you merciless beasts ate it all!! so nooooo, i can’t do that now right? instead, i just got to wake up to your voice. like...why?! i thought i was a decent person!? “

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kingjwa:

     “Relatable. And am I supposed to know a hacker friend? Because I sure don’t have one, unless someone isn’t telling me something..” He mumbled while thinking real hard about what he had just said, considering if this was true or not. “I’m starting to doubt my friendships.” Jwa laughed lightly.

          dora snorted out a laugh before biting down on her lower lip. “ i wouldn’t be that surprised if that were the case, honestly. most of us hide something, more or less. “ when she realized her slip, she was quick to add “ but hey---if it makes you feel any better, it’s probably tv’s fault that influenced me into thinking that every next person has to be a secret hacker. “

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whoiscleo:

cleo’s head turned as he attempted to focused on the other’s face. “well Χαίρετε. i’ve heard anyone call vomit a nasty green rocket, it sounds more like snot. but i might use that for future reference. that could be interesting in a song. i might have to try it. i’ll credit you though because it’s your words but still,” he said, all in one breath. his head was a little floaty after that, not enough oxygen to his brain. “anyways yeah no. i don’t want to throw up on you.”

          warm, dazzled blue orbs widened in shock at the other’s greeting, her plump mouth hanging open. “ whaaaaaaat! όντως τώρα?! “ she exclaimed, finding it difficult to believe that she’d stumbled upon a greek guy after the several months she’d been in la. but then again, what if he’d just heard that word and had used it to impress her? of course, his greek accent was very natural, something an american would’ve never achieved, but how could one be sure? her dizzy mind was filled with questions, so, just to be safe, she replied to his ramble in english. “ y’can’t have snot be a rocket---’nless you’re sick and sneeze ‘n’ do a bunch of stuff that i can’t think ‘bout or i’ll gag instead of ya. “

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robinwiinter:

        “Damn…y’know, the first thing i’m gonna do when time machines are built is go back in time to when America wasn’t crap and change everything. Though honestly i’d probably have to go back to the thirteen colonies, or even before that.”

          “ ah, robin robin robin... like, i get going back and making sure that trump was never born along with the dicks establishing slavery or somethin’, but have sci-fi movies taught you nothin’?! we can’t change things in the past without fucking innocents up. “

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jfckennedy:

“ you’re right. it’s practically a girl’s best friend. or should be, anyway. who needs diamonds when you have ice cream? ”

          “ ------i like ya. “

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*** late night calls.

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mxscn:

“ don’t have any superpowers, i just have really good ears,” he slurs beneath the finger nudging into the crook of his eyes, wiping away the sleep and fatigue from the night’s activities. it’s hard to remember where he’d gone, who he’d fucked, how he’d gotten home. “i didn’t realize what i was saying until it was too late, y’know. it was the booze talking, not me.” his reasoning rings logical inside his head, though his thoughts are jumbled and sluggish when they drip from his slack mouth. there’s a long pause as he takes the time to look her over, lips pursed in thought before they’re tentatively parting. “d’you wanna come over? my brother’s not home. ”

          “ ya, whatever you say, flash, “ she teased him. dorothea was one of those people who despised awkward silences but adored comfortable ones. she couldn’t decide about  this particular one, so she let her lips part a couple of times without actually saying anything, letting him speak instead. if anything, his words confirmed what she already knew, so she waved him off lightly. “ nah, don’t worry ‘bout it. i wasn’t gonna stretch it over. “ she thought about his request and glanced back in her empty, dark apartment. there was nothing exciting waiting for her in there, nothing to break off the routine. “ ‘kay. just promise not to get drunk-ier than now ‘till i’m there, yeah? “

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POINTS MASTERLIST.

UNDERSTAND, this is a massive MAGAZINE event. This is something I went over in the plot of the rpg, your muse is going to lose points. Some will lose if they lose polls, others will lose if they win polls. I.E. “Most likely to fail” can’t win points for basically being named the biggest ‘fuck up’ that would be silly fam. But, the last three in the poll will win points because people nominated them and it turned out no one else felt the same.

Yes, the results are hidden. This means that you all have to prove that your muses are who you want them to be. That means that all of our “biggest sweethearts” have to prove it if they want to win the poll. Win over the muses. Cutest couples? Prove it. No one will know until Friday Night who has won and lost. Which, similar to most award shows that’s how it goes. Only the Gods know, and trust me they’re biting their nails. ( Especially Hera. ) 

Anyway, UNDER THE READ MORE is what people will win and lose– Good luck to our nominees. NONE OF THESE ARE NEGOTIABLE UNLESS SOMEONE EXCEEDS 5 GOLD STARS, OR FALLS BELOW 1 SOLID STAR. NONE.

Keep reading

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museinspo’s instagram aesthetic  → the aesthete.

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True/False game. Make an assumption about me in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.

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Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.

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DOROTHEA CARPENTER MOODBOARD.

(3/?): General.

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tommyakaking:

            he can tell by the odd pauses in her voice that there must be something wrong. which only causes him to pause a moment too, going to take a seat on the couch. “unicorn person?” he questioned with an amused grin, “i don’t know about that dora - but, no i seriously do need a ride. soon - maybe fifteen minutes?” he pauses for a moment clearing his throat, “do you need to have a talk?” he asked gently going to lay down on his back, “because i have time to talk - you know i always have time to talk.” 

          “ hey---don’t you dare question my unicorn-ish nature, thomas, “ she hissed. cracking a joke was her go-to way when it came to dealing with her troubles, or forgetting about them for the time being. she stood up from her couch, walking straight to her closet to get her jacket. however, his quiet question had her stop on her tracks. “ um... “ her hum was so quiet, that she wasn’t sure that tommy heard it. “ i, uh.. i don’t know. “ she swallowed the knot in her throat and shook her head. “ listen. i’ll be fine.. it’s just family drama. i’ll be there in ten, yeah? go buy us some coffee downstairs. “

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START SENDING IN YOUR NOMINATIONS.

MUSE NAME for CATEGORY on ANON.