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@emeraldsydie
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Hello, everyone!
It has been ages since I brought Miss Sydora out to play, but we are back now and ready to RP! Feel free to send any requests or ideas to her inbox and look for new characters to come.
I take it that the good man Silas has been very, very good to you, hasn't he?
Sydora startled, her spoon clattering to the floor as she whirled around to face him.
"Thomas Barrow! What were you thinking, sneaking up on a girl like that?" she snapped, one hand pressed to her heart. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"He isn’t!" Sydora insisted, shrugging one shoulder and rinsing out her bowl. "Sure, we’ve had a few nights together, but nothing is official yet and I suspect it won’t be for quite some time." She turned to face him, hoisting herself up on the counter. "I didn’t lose my appetite, my food was cold and lumpy, thank you very much."
"And what is that supposed to mean? An important front?" She demanded softly, her eyebrows scrunching together. "I feel as if I should be offended in some way." She twisted her body slightly, grabbing the jar of candy that was next to her and digging through it.
"Let it be said now that I never said Corzen was handsome, nor did I make any effort to set you two up in any way, shape, or form.” She responded, popping a jelly bean in her mouth.
Thomas frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “And why should you be offended? How unreasonable. I was just commenting on how food is an important thing for you…” He paused to smile a bit. “As a human, of course.” Shrugging slightly, he looked away. “I should never expect anyone to set me up with a man, much less a handsome one. But I can make my own way, count on that.”
Sydora rolled her eyes, popping another jelly bean in her mouth and sighing heavily. "Well, he is coming to dinner with Silas, if you wish to stay." She thought for a second before speaking again. "And you might want to quote some poetry to him, he will simply eat it up."
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I take it that the good man Silas has been very, very good to you, hasn't he?
Sydora startled, her spoon clattering to the floor as she whirled around to face him.
"Thomas Barrow! What were you thinking, sneaking up on a girl like that?" she snapped, one hand pressed to her heart. "What on earth are you talking about?"
She rolled her eyes at him, taking another bite of her food before pulling a face and setting the bowl down on the counter.
"I do believe you are mistaken, Tommy Boy." She argued with a laugh. "Si isn’t my beau, not exactly anyway, and I would know if I was pregnant. There would be signs or something; weight gain, morning sickness, missed period, things like that.” Moving over to scrape her oatmeal in the trashcan, she sighed heavily.
"And Si isn’t ignorant, he is naive and trusting." The response was gentle and practically screamed out how in love with the man she was. "As for Corzen, well, I will leave that for you to decide. Well, if you stay that long."
He raised an eyebrow, smiling to himself. “Hm. Silas isn’t your boyfriend, and I’m a giraffe.” Tilts his head to the side, watching her throw away her food. “Signs? Like change in appetite? Cravings that suddenly vanish? Oddities in food preference? Seems to be a rather important front for a lady like you, Sydora.”
Thomas side-stepped, in case she decided to throw a second spoon at him, chuckling to himself. “You humans are so blind to your own conditions. Don’t expect to know your body as well as you’d like.”
It interested him, though, the way her tone changed when she described Silas. He only smiled knowingly, meeting her eyes pointedly for a moment before looking away. “Are you suggesting that a handsome young fellow is going to slip my notice?” Thomas sent her a look. “Now, Sydora.”
"He isn't!" Sydora insisted, shrugging one shoulder and rinsing out her bowl. "Sure, we've had a few nights together, but nothing is official yet and I suspect it won't be for quite some time." She turned to face him, hoisting herself up on the counter. "I didn't lose my appetite, my food was cold and lumpy, thank you very much."
"And what is that supposed to mean? An important front?" She demanded softly, her eyebrows scrunching together. "I feel as if I should be offended in some way." She twisted her body slightly, grabbing the jar of candy that was next to her and digging through it.
"Let it be said now that I never said Corzen was handsome, nor did I make any effort to set you two up in any way, shape, or form." She responded, popping a jelly bean in her mouth.
I take it that the good man Silas has been very, very good to you, hasn't he?
Sydora startled, her spoon clattering to the floor as she whirled around to face him.
"Thomas Barrow! What were you thinking, sneaking up on a girl like that?" she snapped, one hand pressed to her heart. "What on earth are you talking about?"
He chuckled, taking a step back. “Oh, did I frighten you? Sorry to catch you by your fragile feminine sensibilities, m’lady,” he said playfully.
Taking a step towards her, he smoothly moved behind Sydora to press a hand to the small of her back and the other hand on her waist. “Tell me… how long have you had more than your own heartbeat, throbbing in your core like a weary drumbeat?” He leaned his face close to her neck, humming deeply. “Must be terribly exhausting, for one so dainty and small as yourself.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, one arm automatically reaching out to smack him in the shoulder before she returned to her food. Frowning slightly, she knelt down to pick up her fallen spoon and tossed it at his chest.
"I am not fragile.” She remarked, turning to fish through the drawer for another spoon. “You walk like the dead.” The comment is laced with humor and irony. She sighed heavily and took a dainty bite of her oatmeal, wrinkling her nose a bit.
"Now what about my heartbeat, Freddie Kruger?" She inquired with a raised eyebrow, gesturing to him with her spoon. "You are your fancy poetry speak. I get that enough from Si’s brother." She shook her head and smiled softly. "The kid speaks like he’s from a Jane Austen novel. You’d like him."
He moved back to try and catch the spoon but missed, rolling his eyes as he bent down to scoop it up. “Must you be so juvenile?” Sighing, he straightened, watching her without moving close again. “Your heartbeat? Oh, there’s not a problem with your heartbeat,” he said, taking a slow step towards her.
Smirking, he tapped the spoon lightly on the counter next to her. “It’s the two other, distant, faint little hearts pounding in your gut, thrumming their own sleepy working songs.” Thomas winked. “I’d s’pose it’s safe to say that you either have worrying parasites or a set of twins on the way.”
Turning, he leaned against the counter, flipping the spoon over and over in his hand. “Silas’s… younger brother?” He smiled slyly, looking up into her face. “Tell me… is he as awe-inspiringly ignorant as your dear, graceful beau?”
She rolled her eyes at him, taking another bite of her food before pulling a face and setting the bowl down on the counter.
"I do believe you are mistaken, Tommy Boy." She argued with a laugh. "Si isn't my beau, not exactly anyway, and I would know if I was pregnant. There would be signs or something; weight gain, morning sickness, missed period, things like that." Moving over to scrape her oatmeal in the trashcan, she sighed heavily.
"And Si isn't ignorant, he is naive and trusting." The response was gentle and practically screamed out how in love with the man she was. "As for Corzen, well, I will leave that for you to decide. Well, if you stay that long."
I take it that the good man Silas has been very, very good to you, hasn't he?
Sydora startled, her spoon clattering to the floor as she whirled around to face him.
"Thomas Barrow! What were you thinking, sneaking up on a girl like that?" she snapped, one hand pressed to her heart. "What on earth are you talking about?"
He chuckled, taking a step back. “Oh, did I frighten you? Sorry to catch you by your fragile feminine sensibilities, m’lady,” he said playfully.
Taking a step towards her, he smoothly moved behind Sydora to press a hand to the small of her back and the other hand on her waist. “Tell me… how long have you had more than your own heartbeat, throbbing in your core like a weary drumbeat?” He leaned his face close to her neck, humming deeply. “Must be terribly exhausting, for one so dainty and small as yourself.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, one arm automatically reaching out to smack him in the shoulder before she returned to her food. Frowning slightly, she knelt down to pick up her fallen spoon and tossed it at his chest.
"I am not fragile." She remarked, turning to fish through the drawer for another spoon. "You walk like the dead." The comment is laced with humor and irony. She sighed heavily and took a dainty bite of her oatmeal, wrinkling her nose a bit.
"Now what about my heartbeat, Freddie Kruger?" She inquired with a raised eyebrow, gesturing to him with her spoon. "You are your fancy poetry speak. I get that enough from Si's brother." She shook her head and smiled softly. "The kid speaks like he's from a Jane Austen novel. You'd like him."
I take it that the good man Silas has been very, very good to you, hasn't he?
Sydora startled, her spoon clattering to the floor as she whirled around to face him.
"Thomas Barrow! What were you thinking, sneaking up on a girl like that?" she snapped, one hand pressed to her heart. "What on earth are you talking about?"
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number
1: Hot, Steamy kiss
2: Cheek Kiss
3: Nose Kiss
4: Forehead Kiss
5: Firm Kiss
6: Gentle Peck
7: Romantic Kiss
8: Eyelid Kiss
9: Jawline Kiss
10: Neck Kiss
11: Collarbone Kiss
12: Chest Kiss
13: Stomach Kiss
14: Kiss Along the Hips
15: Kiss in the Rain
16: Upside-Down Kiss
17: Goofy Kiss
18: Underwater Kiss
19: Forceful Kiss
20: Any of the Above
21: Then there’s tongue
My muse is pregnant but doesn't know it yet. Your muse has read all the signs and worked it out, but now has to break the news to mine.
…….humor me.
I dare my followers to tell me their fantasies with my character. Anything. Doesn't matter how naughty.
Reblog if I have permission to barge into your ask box and RP with you.
BOLD what applies to you:
Appearance:
I am 5’4 or shorter. I have many scars. I tan easily. I wish my hair was a different color. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have a tattoo. I am self-conscious about my appearance. I have/I’ve had/I need braces. I wear glasses. I’d get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free. (and painless..) I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger. I have more than 2 piercings. I have piercings in places besides my ears. I have freckles. Family/Home Life: I’ve sworn at my parents. I’ve been kicked out of the house. I have a sibling less than one year old. I want to have kids someday. I have children. I’ve lost a child. Embarrassment: I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation. Disney movies still make me cry. I’ve snorted while laughing. I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried. I’ve glued my hand to something. I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose. I’ve had my pants rip in public. Health: I was born with a disease/impairment. I’ve had stitches. I’ve broken a bone. I’ve had my tonsils removed. I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend. I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed. I’ve had surgery. I’ve had chicken pox. Traveling: I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day. I’ve been to Canada. I’ve been to Niagara Falls. I’ve been to Japan. I’ve Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans. I’ve been to Spain. I’ve been to Africa. I’ve been to France. I’ve been to London.
Experiences: I’ve been lost in my city. I’ve seen a shooting star. I’ve wished on a shooting star. I’ve seen a meteor shower. I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. I’ve been to a casino.
I’ve been skydiving. I’ve gone skinny dipping. I’ve played spin the bottle. I’ve crashed a car. I’ve been skiing. I’ve been in a play. I’ve met someone in person from the internet.
I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue. I’ve seen the Northern Lights. I’ve sat on a roof top at night. I’ve played chicken. I’ve played a prank on someone.
I’ve ridden in a taxi. I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I’ve eaten Sushi. I’ve been snowboarding. Relationships: I’m single. I’m in a relationship. I’m available. I’m engaged. I’m married. I’ve gone on a blind date. I’ve been the dumpee more than the dumper. I miss someone right now. I have a fear of abandonment. I’ve been divorced. I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back. Sexuality: I’ve had a crush on someone of the same gender. I’ve kissed a member of the same gender. I’ve had sex with more than one person at the same time. I am a cuddler. I’ve been kissed in the rain. I’ve had sex outdoors. I’ve hugged a stranger. I have kissed a stranger. I have had sex with a stranger. Honesty/Crime: I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t. I have lied to my parents about where I am. I am keeping a secret from the world. I’ve cheated while playing a game. I’ve run a red light. I’ve been suspended from school. I’ve witnessed a crime. I’ve been in a fist fight. I’ve been arrested. I’ve shoplifted. Drugs/Alcohol: I’ve consumed alcohol. I’ve smoked a cigarette. I(‘ve) smoke(d) pot.
I regularly drink. I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them. I’ve done hard drugs. I’ve been addicted to an illegal drug
Your muse walks in while mine is bent over to pick something up, causing them to get a nice, long look at their ass. How does your muse respond?
Better Circumstances (Closed RP) [xblack-batx]
Vlad looked at her, a ‘no nonsense’ look on his face, “Don’t lie to me Syd, trust me- I’m good at telling the difference.” he said, “You don’t have to lie, or pretend, with me.” he said with a sad smile before turning back to the bar tender, “Another of whatever she’s drinking, put it on my tab.”
Looking bat at her Vlad sighed, “Can we talk? Just as old friends?”
Sydora chewed on the inside of her cheek, avoiding his gaze and nodding to herself a bit. "Y-yeah," she whispered, "We c-can talk."
First of all, I’d like to thank all 1,152 of you guys for following me in the first place and putting up with all of my whining, laziness and out of character posts overwhelming my actual in character shit. So thank you. I can’t believe I actually made it to this ridiculous number considering I only came off of hiatus in late August, and to gain more than double my followers in such a short time is extremely pleasing. Aaaaand since I haven’t properly or formerly thanked you all, with no extra rambling, here we are:
One first place:
☞ 30 100x100 icons of your character
☞ A personalised graphic promo with a review of your blog reblogged once a week for a two weeks
☞ A BoTM link on my sidebar
☞ A graphic based on your URL or a sidebar graphic
☞ Random anonymous asks, meme asks, Draco coming to say hello in your inbox, etc. for a week!
☞ A large selection of British sweets and chocolates sent to you, such as:
Cadbury’s chocolate bar
Jelly Babies
A box of Thornton’s premium chocolates
Love Hearts
(You must be okay with giving me your address to do this!) **
Three second place:
☞ 15 100x100 icons of your character
☞ A link promo once a week for two weeks
☞ Asks and memes for three days
☞ A url themed graphic
Five third place
☞ 5 100x100 icons of your character
☞ Memes and asks for two days
☞ Link promo with a few sentences about why I love your muse and your blog!
The rules
☞ Must be following me! (I will check)
☞ Cannot unfollow afterwards because I will realise and thus be very grumpy.
☞ ** If you get first prize and have the option for me to send you the variety of British chocolates and sweets, you must be okay with sending me your home address. I understand that if you don’t wish to reveal it, that is okay but let’s keep in mind that I am a sixteen year old girl living in the depths of the English country with no real motivation to hunt down my followers. INTERNATIONAL DELIVERY.
☞ Reblog as much as you want, but likes don’t count.
☞ Roleplay blogs only!
☞ This post must reach at least 40 notes to count.
Ends on the 20th of November where I will choose the winners with a random selector!
Good luck and thank you!
After accidentally drinking an aphrodisiac, my character begins begging for yours in bed. How does yours respond?
Better Circumstances (Closed RP) [xblack-batx]
Vlad pulled back a little and looked into her eyes, her words hurting him… Someone had hurt her, and there would be hell to pay if he ever got his hands on them, “Listen to me.” he told her, “I can protect you… But I need you to calm down for me.” he said.
The way she was acting, the way she was talking… It all led him to believe one thing, rape- Why else would she be so scared of contact with other human beings? “I’m going to find the bastard who hurt you.” he promised, “And end him.”
Sydora let out another whimper, curling into herself and him a bit. She sucked in another shaky breath, scrambling forward to grasp her drink and finishing it off it one swallow.
"No! No... I'm fine." she shook her head and forced a smile, "I'm fine, really. Just a little shook up is all."
