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shit. i really miss you guys.

“You are going to get into the water and that’s that.”

#htngstarter #htngopen #{ for whomever would be with james }

psa;

i am a shy roleplayer. messaging people first doesn’t come easy to me. i go to send someone a message and then my mind goes a million miles an hour; what if they don’t like my writing, what if they don’t even know who my muse is, what if they don’t like the fandom, what if they’re roleplaying with someone who roleplays the same muse, *rereads the rules 10000s times but still gets paranoid im breaking a rule*, what if they aren’t following me, are the mutuals only, what if they don’t like the plot i have in mind. and basically it fills me with so much nervousness and fear i just back away and continue to watch from afar. this doesn’t mean i never message first, when i’m confident the person likes my writing style/blog i find approaching them a little bit easier. this isn’t anything personal or me trying to be superior in any way. i am shy, have low confidence, and am very unsure of myself and my writing. if i follow you and never message you, i’m sorry, i truly am. but i adore each and every one of you and love to see you all. if i had it my way i would speak and roleplay to all of you. i hope you all can understand and forgive my unhealthy way of thinking (✿◠‿◠)

#{ psa }

florylspace

“You really didn’t have to make your final essay twenty pages…”

james-hemingway

“Well, I do enjoy going above and beyond what's expected of me.”

#{ convo }#{ convo: floryl }#florylspace

hevclements:

Before she could even think against it, her hands moved to wrap around his neck.

James placed his hands on her hips, pulling her body against his.

#c:#convo: heather #hevclements

➵ arie

➵ dominique

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roleplayers-ink

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

james-hemingway

roleplayers-ink:

( adapted from dw’s heart meme. )

#{ ask meme }

"Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too." -Micaiah

It was difficult for him to focus on anything. People had been trying to speak with him but he was slipping in and out of consciousness, unable to stay above surface long enough to catch anything. No one important had shown up yet. In fact, he had no idea how much time had passed since it had happened. That voice was familiar though, was worth struggling against the darkness that savagely sought to lay claim on him. It wouldn’t last long, this he knew but it would be just enough time to say goodbye. “Mica, I don’t think this will be one of those times. My injury was too severe. I know that I’ve never said this before but I love you. I couldn’t have asked for a better best friend.”

"Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive."

The pain that seared through his body at the moment of impact was indescribable. It was unlike anything that he'd ever felt before. She hadn't been at his side when it happened, she'd been far off. However, he could recall the look of horror that washed over her face. He'd blacked out momentarily, the pain had been far too great. But when he'd managed to peel his eyes open again, she was by his side. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile, which was followed by a wince.”Cora...”

"No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."

“It’s okay, Stelle..” By all means, he knew that it wasn't. Although he was the one near death, he felt that he needed to assure her, to try and calm her. “Hey, don't do that. Don't cry. Not over me.” With the little strength he had left, he brushed the tears from her eyes. “I’ll still be here. I will always be here, be with you.”

"Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live."

“I can't... I don't want to. It's hard and I-I’m so tired.” He shook his head, before locking gazes with him. His hands were trembling and his fists clenched, as if trying to hold onto an invisible thread, one that was thinning, getting closer and closer to snapping with every second that passed. “I’m scared.” His eyes were swimming with fear and he struggled to keep his voice steady. “Tell me a story. About anything. I don't care. Just please.”

H O T S T U F F

H - Hometown?

Rome, Italy

O - One wish?

To accomplish something before I die.

T - Time you woke up?

Today? Close to 10am, I believe.

S - Song i last sung?

I want to say “Bang, Bang.”

T - Time you woke up?

Answered above.

U - Umbrella colour?

My umbrellas vary in color.

F - Favourite song?

House of the Rising Sun

F - Favourite song?

See the previous answer.

#{ meme }#Anonymous

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