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“Gal I –” Just to up and leave all that they had worked on? Their home. She couldn’t do this again. How long would she have to be running. Yet her need to survive trumped her need for comfort and she did trust him. “Okay. Where are we going?”

༄ was he really considering his father’s place for safety? It was the first and only place he knew of that was near and no one would suspect them at. ❝ uh- a friend’s. he isn’t far from here. it’s a nights travel, but we’ll be safe there. ❞ if we’re LUCKY he wont actually be there, galavant thought to himself as he grabbed his sword and very few things, making his way to the horse.

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Red nodded. What else could she do but accept that they had to leave. If not, well, she knew what would happen. He didn’t say what was wrong but she knew all too well. Whenever she ventured into the village they would give her a wide berth. Nobody wanted to be close to a rumoured monster. So she packs some essentials in the only thing she had. A picnic basket that her Gramma had given her when she had to escape as well. While she walks to the horse. She looks at their home one last time. When and if they came back, it would all be destroyed or most probably burnt down as a warning. “Okay. Let’s go.”

#muse : Ruby Lucas

@fadedrcse

༄ ❝ i was thinking.. Mmybe you shouldn’t get all the fun? ❞ he joked softly, jokes were his way of staying calm. He was still fairly new there and new to being back to normal. prince or not in this realm, he was NOT going to sit around anymore when he could possible be of help. But maybe he had gotten a little in over his head on that last one. He’s almost surprised when he felt her arms wrap around him. He relaxes his shoulders, putting his arms around her. ❝ yeah , uh – I’m definitely taking that into note now. ❞

“You call that fun huh? I’d hate to know what you thought of a peaceful day in.” She jokes back without missing a beat. They were so in tune. It hadn’t been that way in the beginning but they adapted. Now he was here and surrounded by new people and new threats. It seemed like he was having trouble getting used to it all. “For what it’s worth. You did great and you saved my ass a bunch of times.”

#continued rp muse : Emma Swan once upon a time rp

@fadedrcse

Galavant knew there was talk in the village for a while about what– who Ruby was. He wasn’t necessary hiding her, he was just making sure she was safe. It was until he over heard some hunters making a plan he started to worry. ❝ I need you to trust me, we need to leave, NOW. ❞

“Gal I --” Just to up and leave all that they had worked on? Their home. She couldn’t do this again. How long would she have to be running. Yet her need to survive trumped her need for comfort and she did trust him. “Okay. Where are we going?”

#continued rp muse: Ruby Lucas once upon a time rp

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.” Adam & Emma.

“I told you /not/ to go out there. You knew what you were getting yourself into. You’re so stubborn.” She says as if she’s incredibly angry but in the end she’s actually relieved he’s back and alive. She wraps her arms around him then. “Next time listen to me. I know a thing or two about these things.”

#ask meme muse : Emma Swan once upon a time rp #fadedrcse

“ you’re not safe here. ” - Galavant to Ruby

“I’m not safe here? Why?” She’s confused and his tone makes her anxious. He’s usually so ---relaxed? Now he has that stern look he gets before a battle. “What’s going on Gal?”

#ask meme muse : Ruby Lucas once upon a time rp once upon a time #fadedrcse

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All We Know Is Falling

They had been completely blindsided. Judith had grown up in the world. Now at eighteen, she thought she had understood that nowhere was permanent. Eventually any wall would be taken down, by both living or dead. She should have seen this coming, it always happens. It’s the inevitable. Even Daryl, who just like her, who taught her to never get too cozy, was warming up to this new community. Maybe it was just that they were all tired and this was some much needed respite. Maybe it was that, despite all they had seen and been through, the fact that a community was still standing and was prospering, it had to be some kind of miracle right? People were surviving. Then came Jesus, and living to his nickname, he broadened their world and saved them some more. Not only was there Alexandria, but there was Hilltop and even The Kingdom. It wasn’t just them anymore. A small group that kept dwindling. Now there was this kind of hope that they had all thought they lost long ago. Negan had been a blemish on their otherwise perfect little world now, at least it had seemed that way at first. Her father had dealt with tyrannical men before. Had always come up top. Stronger and victorious. So they had all believed it would be the same. Negan however, proved to be formidable and almost impossible to take down. The bloodshed of this war that had ensued was devastating. Not only had they lost so damn many people. Alexandria was gone. Down in ashes and ruins. At this point, it seemed Negan was winning. Everyone had become scattered now. Nobody knew who was alive or dead now. How many would come out of this. All she knew was that walkers were hoarding in such mass quantities now and the only person she could see and hear was Daryl. Her ears were ringing and for the first time in her life, she just froze. Luckily she had him. He took her hand and forced her to move.

At first they just ran. It was all they could do. Run as fast as they could. They did so until the finally somehow escaped the large quantities of walkers that followed the loud noise of the explosions and the flames. Anything that seemed to be moving. Hoping for flesh to devour. She had never been afraid of walkers. This was the world she knew. She didn’t know about the before. Walkers were just dangerous animals that roamed around and she knew not to come close to unless completely necessary. Like one would avoid poisonous snakes or rabid dogs. Yet at that moment. There was this fear of ghanishing, rotten teeth and those white dead eyes. They suddenly became the boogeymen she never believed in. Maybe luck was on their side, what little there was left in the world. They found a car and Daryl was quick to hotwire it. She sat in the passenger seat as he began racing off to -- well who knew. Anywhere that could be safe enough right now. Hilltop maybe. She felt so empty and numb right now. She had this deep seeded feeling. She knew so many of them had been lost. That when they somehow reunited, if they did this time around, the first time she ever doubted this fact there would only be very few of them. Only three at the most. She shook her head and tried to focus on the present and what they needed. They needed to find some sort of shelter before it got too dark. Water. They needed to find water most of all. As for food, Daryl and her could eventually hunt something down.

Miles of driving, followed by hiking around, brought them to a run down cottage. Despite the years of neglect it seemed sturdy enough. It was getting too dark to try and find somewhere else. They would have to make do and reinforce with whatever they found inside. They made some noise and took out the walkers that were inside. A baby growled and gurgled and she had to look away as Daryl took it out. She swallowed thickly and focused on reinforcing. Hours passed and windows were boarded up. Heavy furniture against the door that wouldn’t lock. In the end there was a couch to sleep on. It began to rain, and while that could be a problem. She set out a pan to collect the rain water. They could boil it and drink that later on. Now there was nothing to do. Nothing to focus on. Her mind drifted to the horror of all they had lost, of who could be dead right now and the devastating news she knew would come to her when all this was said and done. She was too young to have all this to deal with, right? Her father told her so, many times. That he was sorry she was born to this world. That he would make it better. The future would be better. Broken promises. She knew it the back of her mind there was no better future or even one at all beyond what they had now. It would only really get worse until they died. All they had were each other and even that was fleeting. Everyone would be taken too soon. It was just a law of this world. Of this life. She wished she knew what it was like before.

When she got sick of wallowing and the silence between them became to maddening. She looked over at Daryl. She had known him since she was born. He was the first to feed her a bottle. God he was as old as her father and here she was, pining over him. She wasn’t sure if he even knew about her feelings for him. Maybe it was completely wrong. She never told anyone, it never seemed important and there was never any real time to focus on relationships. At least that's what she would tell herself, but when Carl began dating Enid she began doubting herself. This was a completely inappropriate time to even be thinking of things like this. They should be doing something. Planning -- anything. Instead she wants to know what it’s like to kiss him. She clears her throat and sighs. “What are ya thinkin about? It’s too quiet. Starting to piss me off.” She mumbles and gets off the couch. Sitting down against the wall he was at. She just wanted to be close to him. He made her feel safe.

#closed roleplay #daryl x judith #daryl dixon #judith grimes #walking dead rp #au walking dead #lescleil

Somewhere Only We Know

For as long as humans have been around, wars have raged on. At the beginning, it was not anything to worry about for the mermaids. They were protected by the depths of the ocean and that men knew better than to disturb the sacred, untouched areas of the sea. However, men began to advance and forget the existence of forces beyond their own nature. They began to believe themselves the top of any creature. It began with the pirates, who ventured out and would capture mermaids. Torture them, rape them, slaughter them. So mermaids took extra measures for their survival. Men were no longer creatures that they could appear to every now and again to gift with rare gems and knowledge. Now they were feared. They were enemies. They made their new home deeper into the ocean. Where no human could dare to reach. Where they did not fathom could exist. This helped for a very long time. Mermaids forgot the rare kindness of humans they had encountered in the past. They taught the new generations to fear them and never go to the surface or it would mean their death. Every generation has a rebellious mermaid that unfortunately would become their cautionary tale and example. Swim too close and never come back. She loved her sisters very much, and never cared to venture further than their home. She was happy and carefree. Basking in the treasures of the oceans. Never needing for anything, plenty of fish to hunt for.

Another war raged on, but this became a new threat for the mermaids. Humans had invented some sort of contraption that could dive deep in the ocean. Deeper than ever before. These contraptions could emit sounds that hurt the mermaids hearing and worse, it made fiery explosions under the water. It had scared off the mermaids food source and her kind was beginning to starve. Becoming weak and some even began to die off. The little ones were at the most risk. Perhaps it was her own starvation. The horrible pain of hunger, or it was the desperation of finding food for her sisters. She did something she had never thought she would do. She swam closer to the surface. There had been so many fish and she thought she was blessed. She could take all of this hunt and feed her sisters for a very long time. She had convinced her sister to come with her, she had always been the better hunter of the two. She came to regret this decision. A net came down on both of them. Despite the fact it was dark, they had captured them. The humans. The moment she felt solid surface. She let out a loud, high pitched sound. Her sister had used her blade made from fish bone to cut these ropes. What ensued was chaos. Her sister managed to kill one of the humans that harmed her, but they captured her. The last she heard was her sister telling her to swim away as fast as she could. With both panic and fear, she did so.

Guilt weighed heavy in her soul. She had let them take off with her sister. She was still alive, she could feel it. She just knew somehow. She also knew her sister was in terrible danger. She had not returned home, how could she? They would know what she had done. They would turn her away. She did not know, but she had to find her sister and save her. Bring her back home and never venture back to the surface again. So she made her way to land, where she could smell the faintest scent of her sister. The pain of shedding her scales was unfathomable. She squirmed on the sanded land as she peeled off what was left of her tail. Staring at her two legs with wide eyes. She was curious, but she had no time to poke and test this new strange part of her body. She stood up, wobbling and falling over many times. Making her way into the dense forest. Keeping her balance by leaning on the trees. She needed to find her sister, but her scent was gone and she had no idea where to begin her search. All she could do was continue to walk until she could pick up her scent again or find a clue.

She was not sure how long she had walked, but eventually she walked out of the woods. Coming upon a trail of rocks. She whined some when the sharp edges poked and cut into the bottom of her feet. She was shaking. It felt very cold and she could see her breathing. Her arms wrapped around her torso. She stepped forward and fell onto her knees. A loud noise emitted as her knees were torn open by the tiny rocks. This seemed to alert a human. A man. Coming out from some sort of well structured building. She tensed and was immediately on guard. Hissing at him, but she knew it was of no use. She was vulnerable. She could only hope he would not kill her.

#closed starter #matthew x ryn #matthew crawley #ryn #downton abbey rp #siren rp #lescleil

This Is Not The End

There is many things Henrietta had done in her life she was ashamed of. What she was, this demonic creature that preys for blood of the living. She had never wanted this. It had been forced upon her. She would try to trick her mind into thinking that if perhaps she only fed from the blood of the truly corrupted and lost causes, then perhaps she was not truly harming anybody. However, even the truly corrupted had families and someone would always suffer the consequences. Countless times had she hid in the shadows and looked on at the burying of what life she had taken from this world. Had God not turned his way at her soulless being, she would have prayed for forgiveness. She would attempt to down her own hatred and loathing, her boiling rage with spirits and hard liquors. Meaningless trysts with men and women alike. This pathetic lifestyle of hers continued to pass for many, many years. It was not until one night, she had an epiphany. A shimmering glint of what could be a fruitful plan. The undead had rules, unfortunately, she herself could not go after the vampires who truly enjoyed taking lives. Those that even prolonged the suffering of those they saw as only a meal. However she could train someone to do so. This new outlook on the future happened to coincide with the start of the first world war. It seemed the world was against Germany and with the reasoning that perhaps, she could somehow redeem herself by fighting in this war, as well as find the potential man that could be her weapon, she went off to war.

It had not been easy at the least. From having to cut her hair very short and manageable. To wrapping down her breasts so that her chest seemed as flat as a mans. She was in some constant pain, but she had determination on her side. She was deployed to the Battle of Somme. In only the first daym 20,000 men had died and the stench of pure death. All the blood. It had brought a rage and blood lust she had not felt since she had been turned by Crowley. With the cover of gunsmoke and darkness, her eyes settled black and she rushed through hundreds of opposing men. This earned her a place next to Lieutenant Crawley in the trenches. She had not known it the first moment she met him, but he would be not only her weapon, but ultimately someone that would change her life. They planned out battle strategies and attacks. This man was truly heroic and noble and in the back of her mind, he reminded her of her long deceased husband. In their care for who they were surrounded with. They came somewhat close, not personally, at least she hadn’t thought so on his part. She tried to stop herself but she found herself endearing herself to him. Truly caring for the man. Perhaps it was loneliness that played tricks on her mind, but there had been such subtle but lasting glances between them. A lick of his lips, his gaze on her own lips.

Then the day arrived, when everything would truly change between them. When he would discover both her secrets. The day was unusually silent and it immediately had her hackles rising. There was fog cluding the battlefield. The stench of rotting bodies had become too common, but there was still an unusual feeling of dread. It seemed as though she had only blinked when the attack happened. Droves of opposing soldiers came down. She had been on watch, and called out as fast as she could. Her own comrades held firm but they had not been prepared and many fell before they were able to finally defeat the opposing soldiers. However, it was not before she had gotten herself wounded. A man had aimed the gun at her heart and pulled the trigger. He had called out and she heard it crystal clear despite the canons and bullets flying. Vampire. He had known what she was. His aim had been disturbed when Crawley took him out, but the damage was done. Silver. The silver bullet had penetrated her abdomen. She falls onto her knees. Screaming out at the severe pain that began to take over her body. Was this the end for her? Her vision began to darken and she was in and out of consciousness. The last thing she could remember was Crawley picking her up and taking her back to the trenches. Ripping off her uniform, perhaps to dig out the bullet and stop the bleeding. The pain becomes too much and she finally allows the darkness consume her.

#closed roleplay #matthew x henrietta #matthew crawley #henrietta sturges #downton abbey rp #abraham lincoln : vampire hunter rp #lescleil

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HIGH KING MARGO

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#literally no one should be surprised

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long may you reign

bambihanson

Alice has flaws, in fact she might be the most flawed out of the main characters, but I feel like she doesn’t nearly get enough credit for being the one who sacrificed her life to save Fillory and her friends.