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indie william fraser, eldest son of brian and ellen fraser, from Outlander. penned by jen. under co.

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“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns HOME to find it.”

indie william fraser, penned by jen.

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“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns HOME to find it.”

indie william fraser, penned by jen.

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Send me '☯ + a scene from my characters canon' and I will drabble it from my character's POV.

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“then where in god’s name did ye go–” it had been the shock of jamie’s life to come home and find a stranger standing there, looking so foreign and at the same time so absolutely familiar that he felt it to his core. looking at the man, there was no denying that this was willie, his brother who – as far as he’d known – was dead. dead and buried in the kirkyard next to their mother. “why did ye leave – why did ye abandon us –” 

it’s not sadness in jamie’s voice, but anger. it’s near fury, his entire body shaking as he stands slowly, hands balled into fists at his side, turning with a swish of his kilt to face his brother. “ye left, willie. why did ye go.”

            ❝….aye, i admit it wasna the best idea, but da and I had just gotten into a fight and then i just....left.❞  he said, sighing as he ran a hand down his face. He was sixteen when he left, and jamie had only been ten at the time, closing in on his birthday. willie didn’t say goodbye to anyone, he just left. packed a rucksack and left lallybroch, and hadn’t really stopped moving since. he’d fought in a few tiny battles, built a cabin by the water near glasgow, and had started a small tannery. but the more time passed...the more things felt..unfinished. he’d left, and he knew he would never get that time--those years--back with his siblings. but he didn’t want to lose any more.  ❝…i didna ken what had happened to ye. didna ken jenny got married, had her own bairns. didna even ken da had died--....and that’s my own fault, i ken that. but i dinna want t’lose any more time with ye. any of ye. i ken it’ll take time but....please, sawny. let me at least try t’be in this family again.❞

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PSA

I am… not a chronologically locked rp blog.

That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.

For example, we may be writing an intro thread with our muses, but if you wanna send me a thing for like… a first kiss that may happen months down the line (and shipping is what ur up for) go ahead and do it! The way I see it, separate points on a timeline are FUN to RP because then you can look back later and figure out how they connected/ try to work in little details that make them flow together. 

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wee starter call.

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out of fraser //

i’m gonna be here for a bit. was gonna take a nap but im gonna try and tackle stuff i have to do.

if you want to plot, please come at me.

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“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs,                                  and returns HOME to find it.”

indie william fraser, penned by jen.

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             ❝….i ken ye must be mad...❞  he started, voice very even and calm, despite the horrible feeling he felt deep within his gut. he’d disappeared, been presumed dead....and suddenly showed back up at home as if the last eight years didn’t matter at all. jenny wouldn’t speak to him. he’d already tried. ian, her husband, wasn’t much help either. not that willie had expected a warm welcome home at lallybroch....but he hadn’t expected this. though, in all honesty, he should have. willie stood there, in the doorway of jamie’s bedroom, as the younger fraser lad sat with his back to willie. sighing, he moved to run a hand down his face before he continued on.  ❝...if I had kent that ye thought i was dead...or that da had--...it wasna my intent to hurt ye, sawny...ye and jenny, yer family. i ken it doesn’t seem like that matters to me but....i promise ye it does.❞

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“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs,                                  and returns HOME to find it.”

indie william fraser, penned by jen.

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out of fraser;

i forgot i was working on this blog. i’mma get to making a promo soon since someone. 

who said they would.

didn’t do it.

soooooo.

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send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

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