I would love to post all of my old roleplays with mileypevensie but sadly we lost 80% of them.
In time, they will come. Once we have time to re-do them.
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
trying on a metaphor
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Janaina Medeiros
hello vonnie
todays bird

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Cosimo Galluzzi
taylor price

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Discoholic 🪩
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
macklin celebrini has autism
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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RMH

Origami Around
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@edmundmpevensie
I would love to post all of my old roleplays with mileypevensie but sadly we lost 80% of them.
In time, they will come. Once we have time to re-do them.
Okay to help my friend feel better reblog if...
you are okay with Roleplaying with male muns
no matter their sexuality
no matter the gender of their muse
no matter what
edmundmpevensie started following you
” —- I’m glad Aslan never asked me to be Queen…“
” —- That’s probably best. There’s only one of you, after all.“
“Oh…” Rosalie turned around, quickly forcing a smile onto her face. It wasn’t until her eyes laid upon the silver locket that a rush a relief went through her, a genuine smile now laying on her face. She had never been more grateful for a human’s assistance. ”Oh! Thank you.. Thank you very much, young man.”
“You’re welcome.” A small smile appeared on Edmund’s face as he tried not to stare. He had never laid eyes on anyone more beautiful. Yet, he felt it odd that she referred to him as a young man - she couldn’t possibly much older than himself. ”I take it it was important?”
edmundmpevensie answered your post: [okay, pardon all the messing with my …
Looks good
thank you so much! How are you, by the way? We haven’t talked in forever. ++ I am so shellshocked by your theme, because, wow. It’s amazing.
Ah, I thank you! I, however, did not edit it. I did pick out the artwork for it, however, and chose the general colors and tried to explain what I wanted.
I am good, thank you. It has been a while, indeed, hasn't it. How are you?
‘to the great western wood, i give you king edmund the just group verse edmund pevensie. eight+ years roleplay experience. multiverse & selective chemistry multiship. crossover & oc friendly. adaptive writing style. affiliated with ES. semi-selective. i. ii. iii. iv. v.
Would anyone like to recommend some blogs for me to follow?
Particularly in the Narnia fandom.
For reference, you can see my blogroll here.
"Excuse me, miss." Edmund gently tapped the blonde woman on her shoulder. She couldn't have been much older than himself. It was raining, as usual - but the woman felt very cold; colder than one should normally feel in this weather. ”You dropped this, thought you would want it back.”
[ open ; ]
” —- Hmm, these are really good. “
My muse was almost beaten to death and is now in the hospital. How does your muse react?
REBLOG WITH YOUR MUN & MUSE HOGWARTS HOUSE
Mun: Ravenclaw Muse: Gryffindor
I really need to work on things for this page! I have been extremely busy as of late, and I do send my sincerest apologies for that.
However, on my to-do list is the following:
Make a verses page
Make a rules page
Re-do my navigation
Continue to post old roleplays (some have to be recovered)
PLEASE, PLEASE Reblog if You're a Roleplayer That Believes Mun and Muse are Two Separate People.
my girlfriend thinks that everything my muse does is really ME doing it.
i’m trying to prove to her that there’s a whole community of us who recognize the huge, huge difference between mun and muse. please help me prove her wrong!
That Christmas Pt. 1
melodypevensie:
Melody smiled softly. “I think after I pass out my tray of cookies, I’ll play with the kids with Cori.”
"That is a quality not many young people have anymore. I do hope you hold onto that trait, Melody!" He said, quite enthusiastically. It wasn't even 2 months into having Melody as his daughter, and she was already making him very proud.
That Christmas Pt. 1
melodypevensie:
She smiled. “Oh, I like to. It’s nice to make sure they have all got a decent meal. Thanks mom!”
Edmund chuckled. "What do you think Melly? Anything in particular you'd like to do here?" He had never been to the orphanage with Melody before, let alone any place quite yet. That, however, was hopefully going to change. Melody deserved parents who are there for her, and care for her.
That Christmas Pt. 1
melodypevensie:
Melody peeked up from her platter of cookies, her big blue eyes wary. Not with him, but fear that she would freeze someone or blow snow out of her hands at anytime. “Oh, I’m very excited. I can’t wait to see everyone.” Melody giggled as she followed behind them. She knew it was silly that at nineteen she was thrilled to be going on an outing with her family, but she couldn’t help it. Nor did she want to.
"I think someone else might be a little excited, too." He laughed, glancing down at Corinna, who seemed to be happily skipping around, with a very large smile on her face.
Emily, Meet Vanessa
Emily lay on the floor of Edmund’s home office, staring up at the ceiling. Deddie had told her she was going to meet the newest member if the family, Vanessa today, and that she should wait here, but goodness, it was taking a long time. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she heard footsteps coming towards the door, and jumped up, then sat down in Deddie’s chair. She felt important sitting behind the big desk, and couldn’t help but smile a bit.
It had been two days since Miley and Edmund brought home Vanessa. Introducing her to everyone in the family, however, was a much slower process. Miley was nearing the end of her pregnancy, which had Edmund on edge. Deep down, he knew everything would turn out fine. But nonetheless, Edmund had forcefully put his wife on bedrest again to assure his mind. As he walked down the hallway, hand in hand with Vanessa, he slowly opened the door to his office, just knowing how much that would anticipate little Emily. "Vanessa." Edmund said, in his fatherly soft tone, with a smile spread across his face. "This is Emily. Emily, meet Vanessa."