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@eandearg-archive
I have decided that the way I’m handling this blog right now is unfair to my partners. Between school and internship, I have only a tiny bit of time to get to replies.
So, I figured it was best to start fresh, with a new blog, since the last thing I want is to delete.
This does mean I will be more selective, I will be private and - though I was always against it - exclusive. This is mostly to protect myself from taking on way too many threads again.
So… Come find me at eandearg.
I have decided that the way I’m handling this blog right now is unfair to my partners. Between school and internship, I have only a tiny bit of time to get to replies.
So, I figured it was best to start fresh, with a new blog, since the last thing I want is to delete.
This does mean I will be more selective, I will be private and - though I was always against it - exclusive. This is mostly to protect myself from taking on way too many threads again.
So… Come find me at eandearg.
I have decided that the way I’m handling this blog right now is unfair to my partners. Between school and internship, I have only a tiny bit of time to get to replies.
So, I figured it was best to start fresh, with a new blog, since the last thing I want is to delete.
This does mean I will be more selective, I will be private and - though I was always against it - exclusive. This is mostly to protect myself from taking on way too many threads again.
So… Come find me at eandearg.
I have decided that the way I’m handling this blog right now is unfair to my partners. Between school and internship, I have only a tiny bit of time to get to replies.
So, I figured it was best to start fresh, with a new blog, since the last thing I want is to delete.
This does mean I will be more selective, I will be private and - though I was always against it - exclusive. This is mostly to protect myself from taking on way too many threads again.
So… Come find me at eandearg.
I have decided that the way I’m handling this blog right now is unfair to my partners. Between school and internship, I have only a tiny bit of time to get to replies.
So, I figured it was best to start fresh, with a new blog, since the last thing I want is to delete.
This does mean I will be more selective, I will be private and - though I was always against it - exclusive. This is mostly to protect myself from taking on way too many threads again.
So… Come find me at eandearg.
I have decided that the way I’m handling this blog right now is unfair to my partners. Between school and internship, I have only a tiny bit of time to get to replies.
So, I figured it was best to start fresh, with a new blog, since the last thing I want is to delete.
This does mean I will be more selective, I will be private and - though I was always against it - exclusive. This is mostly to protect myself from taking on way too many threads again.
So… Come find me at eandearg.
I have decided that the way I’m handling this blog right now is unfair to my partners. Between school and internship, I have only a tiny bit of time to get to replies.
So, I figured it was best to start fresh, with a new blog, since the last thing I want is to delete.
This does mean I will be more selective, I will be private and - though I was always against it - exclusive. This is mostly to protect myself from taking on way too many threads again.
So… Come find me at eandearg.
I have decided that the way I’m handling this blog right now is unfair to my partners. Between school and internship, I have only a tiny bit of time to get to replies.
So, I figured it was best to start fresh, with a new blog, since the last thing I want is to delete.
This does mean I will be more selective, I will be private and - though I was always against it - exclusive. This is mostly to protect myself from taking on way too many threads again.
So… Come find me at eandearg.
I have decided that the way I’m handling this blog right now is unfair to my partners. Between school and internship, I have only a tiny bit of time to get to replies.
So, I figured it was best to start fresh, with a new blog, since the last thing I want is to delete.
This does mean I will be more selective, I will be private and - though I was always against it - exclusive. This is mostly to protect myself from taking on way too many threads again.
So... Come find me at eandearg.
elementary starters pt. 2
part one here. there may be some overlap! feel free to change any pronouns as you see fit, alter anything to fit your character’s dialogue. these are all taken from season 4.
“You look as spry as ever. My compliments to the virgins whose blood you bathe in.”
“The only thing that matters to me is our partnership.”
“Justice is like an orgasm. It can never come too late.”
“What’s the hardest you’ve ever been hit?”
“Here’s a question we should have asked ten minutes ago: what if these cuffs really are unpickable?”
“Fluent in three dozen languages, and he still hasn’t seen Say Anything.”
“Close, but wrong cold-blooded reptile. My dinner date is my father.”
“I can’t rule out you having foreseen it via the black arts.”
“Are you cooking, or did we get stampeded by a class of second graders?”
“With him, there is always a cost. The toll always comes due.”
“Good luck explaining why you were locked in a closet with a bloody murder weapon.”
“So that rancid smell isn’t impropriety?”
“Unless you’re dead, you’re starting to annoy me.”
“Now that, boys and girls, is how you deliver a threat.”
“We had a long and prosperous relationship, until one day he decided it wasn’t quite prosperous enough.”
“Vintage rainbow suspenders? If there’s money to be made in this, I need to get to my parents’ garage fast!”
“_____ was here, I took a shower, so obviously we’re secret lovers.”
“It was a very small bomb.”
“You are one of the best liars I have ever met, and that’s saying something.”
“A deficiency, an imbalance in your hormone levels. Is it what’s causing this late-onset humanity that you’ve been exhibiting?”
“Unless you’ve become an expert in sniping, I fail to see how you can assist here.”
“Were you two in a fight, or were you having sex?”
“The two aren’t mutually exclusive.”
“Define ‘legal’.”
“She likes cats, so, sure.”
“You’ve sampled the carnal wares of one. Two would be a pattern.”
“I forgot about the roosters.”
“Perhaps we should encourage our local muggers to increase their activity.”
“You’re finally making up for that childhood you never had.”
“Well, they spared no expense embracing the cliches, haven’t they?”
“You want to steal something from a heavily-armed, meth-dealing band of bike-riding Satanists.”
“So, you’ll break her nose, put her in the ER, but you draw the line at murder?”
“Maybe we should have sex now.”
“His skinny jeans make the odds of a concealed firearm quite slim.”
“If you’re keen on spending eternity buried alive with a group so narcissistic they think outliving humanity is a good idea, I’d rather melt with the masses and get it over with, wouldn’t you?”
“I was just marveling at how you were able to sleep so soundly last night given the incessant sex noise.”
I follow you because: Theonsa, angst, plotting, hedgehogs, my new pronouns.
I follow you because you are an utterly brilliant writer and person. You’re compassionate, even though you say that you aren’t. You’ve made me laugh plenty, and more, you’ve made me think. I’ve greatly enjoyed our conversations and plotting, our Theonsa talk, and our discovery of your new pronouns. I’m really glad you’ve enjoyed the endless hedgehog photos, as well as the sillier discussions we’ve had about knights on snails. I really hope the school year is kind to you and that you have more energy soon, as I enjoy your company thoroughly. Can’t wait to write more with you, my friend. xx
// Mutuals only. And please tell me who you are beforehand.
Also, if you’d prefer that, my K/ik is Danjela1989.
// I have a headache and my laptop is burning my thighs, so I’ll take that as my cue to head off and watch some Hannibal.
{ Lord Renly Baratheon }
@eandearg
Even though the fact that Loras was getting married should not cheer him up, it did. It was somehow a comfort (for some reason Renly could not explain), that they were both married to people they did not love, they would both have to sneak away –it was almost like a game. So apart from the wedding night he was nervous for, his smiles and laughter were genuine. And at several moments, he could not help but thinking how it would be if he was marrying Loras and well, Margaery could marry Sansa. How controversial it would be. Maybe –a dream it was, just that– he could make that reality in the Kingdoms he would rule, that kind of King Renly would be. He would do things no one did before, he would change the world and he would be remembered for it. “I hope you are enjoying the feast, my lady.” Renly approached Sansa when the celebrations were heading to their end. He chuckled lightly “Or are you my sister now, in a way?”
She had not ever thought to be free from the grasp of the Lannisters, but yet here she was. It was not the happiest day of her life, for that would never happen in her lifetime - she would never be able to marry Margaery - but she was very happy nonetheless. Loras - instead of Margaery - would keep her safe from the claws of those who wanted to tear her to shreds.
She knew Loras’ heart also did not lay with her, but she did not mind. This way, they could both do as they pleased, without having to hurt the other. And the same would go for Margaery and Renly. It was the best way to fix their predicament.
When she heard a voice at her shoulder, she turned, facing Renly, a smile playing across her lips. “My Lord,” she said, bowing her head to him. “I would say I am your good sister, but you may call me sister if it pleases you.” She had always liked Renly. He was kind, handsome, exactly the way a Lord should be. “And I am enjoying myself a lot. You as well?” She had been dancing for what felt like hours, and only just had been able to take a break.
{ Queen Anne of Cleves }
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He told her she could keep her ladies.
Her beloved king, His Royal Highness Henry, promised her upon their marriage that he would let her keep the retinue of ladies she arrived with. Some were girls she’d known since she lived in Düsseldorf and some were new to her, daughters of new dukes and the like. Anne had grown to cherish their company as they’d grown close during her journey to Dover. Anne was not much a fan of sea travel and her ladies did well to keep her mind off of it. But things were different now and Anne was at the mercy of her royal husband. Once they’d married, he announced that he planned to send away her ladies. She was English now and she would need English ladies at her side. Anne smiled quietly and politely during his proclamation, giving nothing away, but once she was back in her own chambers she cried in aching sobs. Why would he do this to her? Henry loved her surely and didn’t she love him too? Nevertheless what he decreed was law and within the fortnight he sent her ladies back to Cleves where they belonged. She didn’t even watch them leave from the harbor; she was not allowed. The queen consort of England was not allowed to watch her own ladies’ departures. England was proving a lonely land indeed.
It was on one of these lonely days that Anne found herself in the company of her newest lady, Sansa Stark. Lady Stark’s father, Lord Eddard, was a most esteemed northern duke, tasked with holding the English border against the Scots. His daughter was dispatched to court for some purpose or other, Anne suspected to fish for a marriage. The girl was exceptionally pretty, with long red hair and a healthy countenance. Anne knew her not long but liked her all the same. She was new, like the queen consort, and enjoyed needlework just as much. During one of their quiet days inside, Anne got up her courage to actually speak to her in broken English.
❝ Good day, my lady Stark, ❞ Anne smiled plainly at the girl. ❝ How do you find London thus far? ❞
She had never been alone and had never been this far away from her home, yet when her father had told her she was to go to court, she had been quite pleased. Images of beautifully dressed Ladies and galant Lords had flashed past in her mind and she could not wait to meet the King and Queen. So many beautiful stories had reached her about their gracious King, that it filled the young girl with joy to join him at court.
She had arrived not too long ago, but had already been severely disappointed. Her King did not seem to be a kind man and her Queen was sad. From what she gathered from the other Ladies, the King had told Queen Anne to send her own Ladies home in favor of English Ladies, of which Sansa was one of them. This left the girl with a feeling of guilt from the moment she had stepped into the Queen’s chambers. Nonetheless, she had sat down beside her Queen and had joined the young woman in doing her needlework.
Sansa had been too frightened to speak while she had sat there, afraid her Queen would resent her because she had replaced her own Ladies and confidants. But the Queen had spoken to her nonetheless. The young girl looked up when she heard Anne’s voice and smiled a tiny smile.
“London is nothing like home,” she said in a soft voice. ‘It is so big, the people always in such a hurry to get to where they are going.” She had been hesitant to head into the city, afraid after all the stories she had heard about men grabbing women and pulling them into dark alleys. “Though I have not been out much yet, I have not had the time.” She had been told, by her father, that she was to spend as much time in the presence of the Queen as she could. The get to know her and to become her new confidante.
“You yourself have not been her long either, have you?” She returned the question. “How do you find our country?”
