Moving To @birdhouse-in-thesoul

||Low activity|| not always online|| OC indie RP blog for the daughter of Matthew (matpat) and Stephanie Patrick. Penned by Quinn. Semi-selective. Multi-verse and multi-ship. Muse's age will very depending on tread but is normally between 11-18. (Open to nsfw for 18+ but please message first).

[lilly-patrick]

Blog archives

Hey I’m moving all of my muses to @birdhouse-in-thesoul so all replies will be there and muse and about pages will be set up throughout the week. Thanks for all of the support on this and my other blogs.

[lilly-patrick]

Blog archives

Hey I’m moving all of my muses to @birdhouse-in-thesoul so all replies will be there and muse and about pages will be set up throughout the week. Thanks for all of the support on this and my other blogs.

[lilly-patrick]

Starter Call!

Like/ reblog for a starter and specify the muse please

Muse list:

-Lilly Patrick (OC)

-Karen Smith (m.ean g.irls)

-Peeta Mellark (hunger games)

-Alana Beck (deh)

-Michael Mell (bmc)

-Lucy paliden of palor (d&d OC)

-Bryn the bard (d&d OC)

-Andy Dwyer (parks and rec)

-Gideon McDonnell (humanized cat)

[lilly-patrick]

Closed RP|| @pccrthing

“Hello, what would you like today?” the baker’s son chimes politely standing up from the wooden stool he was sitting on.

[pccrthing]

“I don’ fink I’ve got enough money on me t’buy anyfin’ right now… ‘m jus’ lookin’ right now. Might be back latah, if me step-fathah’ll give me somefin’…” Toby managed a polite smile, though it was slightly awkward.

[lilly-patrick]

“Oh yeah, I understand,” he nods. Most people in district 12 couldn’t afford bread. This was nothing new.

[pccrthing]

“Fank you, sir. Promise’ll come back latah if I can, so’s I won’ be wastin’ yer time,” he said quietly, respectfully, his eyes flickering down to the baked goods for a moment or two before looking back up at the boy in front of him.

[lilly-patrick]

“It’s really no problem if you can’t,” he shrugs, “I wasn’t doing anything anyway.” The blonde had a plan brewing. He was going to sneak a roll for the other boy.

[pccrthing]

“Maybe… I can’t say fer sure, ‘cause I don’ want ‘im gettin’ mad at me… but me step-fathah’s the barber, Mistah Todd?” He began, since he knew it wouldn’t be incredibly obvious who his family was. “Maybe we can work out a lil’ trade…? A free shave fer you ‘r yer ol’ man, in ‘xchange fer a few loaves o’ bread? Maybe…?”

[lilly-patrick]

Peeta nods, he’d heard of the barber. “That sounds good,” he smiles, “meet me out back in three minutes..” he whispers.

[pccrthing]

Toby returned his smile, a bit more genuine of one this time; which really, it was rare for him to give a real smile, but Peeta didn’t need to know that. At the whispered response though, his brow furrowed. “Alright, then…” he nodded slightly.

[lilly-patrick]

The youngest of the baker’s sons was always kind at heart. Always wanting to share his gift of baking with others. He hid a few loaves in his apron before heading out to meet the other boy, making sure no one was watching.

[pccrthing]

He seemed nervous by whatever this was, but he had a feeling it was an act of charity. The Barkers had at one time been a richer family in the District, but after years, they lost their meager wealth. Toby was simply happy to have more than he’d had when it was just him and his mother… but he appreciated the gesture. Carefully, he snuck out back and cautiously waited at the door for him.

[lilly-patrick]

“Here,” the rosey cheeked boy said softly, handing the other the bread, “just don’t let anyone see you.. mother will punish me if she sees..” His eyes flicker down to his feet nervously.

[pccrthing]

“If yer Mum sees, I’ll tell ‘er I stole it,” the black-and-white-haired boy assured him, but tucked the bread into his ratty old vest anyways. After a prolonged silence between them, he spoke again. “Fank ye. Really. Me fam’ly’ll ‘ppreciate a lot.”

[lilly-patrick]

“Always happy to help,” Peeta smiles. He then turns and scampers back into the bakery.

[lilly-patrick]

Closed RP|| @pccrthing

“Hello, what would you like today?” the baker’s son chimes politely standing up from the wooden stool he was sitting on.

[pccrthing]

“I don’ fink I’ve got enough money on me t’buy anyfin’ right now… ‘m jus’ lookin’ right now. Might be back latah, if me step-fathah’ll give me somefin’…” Toby managed a polite smile, though it was slightly awkward.

[lilly-patrick]

“Oh yeah, I understand,” he nods. Most people in district 12 couldn’t afford bread. This was nothing new.

[pccrthing]

“Fank you, sir. Promise’ll come back latah if I can, so’s I won’ be wastin’ yer time,” he said quietly, respectfully, his eyes flickering down to the baked goods for a moment or two before looking back up at the boy in front of him.

[lilly-patrick]

“It’s really no problem if you can’t,” he shrugs, “I wasn’t doing anything anyway.” The blonde had a plan brewing. He was going to sneak a roll for the other boy.

[pccrthing]

“Maybe… I can’t say fer sure, ‘cause I don’ want ‘im gettin’ mad at me… but me step-fathah’s the barber, Mistah Todd?” He began, since he knew it wouldn’t be incredibly obvious who his family was. “Maybe we can work out a lil’ trade…? A free shave fer you ‘r yer ol’ man, in ‘xchange fer a few loaves o’ bread? Maybe…?”

[lilly-patrick]

Peeta nods, he’d heard of the barber. “That sounds good,” he smiles, “meet me out back in three minutes..” he whispers.

[pccrthing]

Toby returned his smile, a bit more genuine of one this time; which really, it was rare for him to give a real smile, but Peeta didn’t need to know that. At the whispered response though, his brow furrowed. “Alright, then…” he nodded slightly.

[lilly-patrick]

The youngest of the baker’s sons was always kind at heart. Always wanting to share his gift of baking with others. He hid a few loaves in his apron before heading out to meet the other boy, making sure no one was watching.

[pccrthing]

He seemed nervous by whatever this was, but he had a feeling it was an act of charity. The Barkers had at one time been a richer family in the District, but after years, they lost their meager wealth. Toby was simply happy to have more than he’d had when it was just him and his mother… but he appreciated the gesture. Carefully, he snuck out back and cautiously waited at the door for him.

[lilly-patrick]

“Here,” the rosey cheeked boy said softly, handing the other the bread, “just don’t let anyone see you.. mother will punish me if she sees..” His eyes flicker down to his feet nervously.

[drawlii]

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Feel free to add any, or combine them!

[lilly-patrick]

Closed RP|| @pccrthing

“Hello, what would you like today?” the baker’s son chimes politely standing up from the wooden stool he was sitting on.

[pccrthing]

“I don’ fink I’ve got enough money on me t’buy anyfin’ right now… ‘m jus’ lookin’ right now. Might be back latah, if me step-fathah’ll give me somefin’…” Toby managed a polite smile, though it was slightly awkward.

[lilly-patrick]

“Oh yeah, I understand,” he nods. Most people in district 12 couldn’t afford bread. This was nothing new.

[pccrthing]

“Fank you, sir. Promise’ll come back latah if I can, so’s I won’ be wastin’ yer time,” he said quietly, respectfully, his eyes flickering down to the baked goods for a moment or two before looking back up at the boy in front of him.

[lilly-patrick]

“It’s really no problem if you can’t,” he shrugs, “I wasn’t doing anything anyway.” The blonde had a plan brewing. He was going to sneak a roll for the other boy.

[pccrthing]

“Maybe… I can’t say fer sure, ‘cause I don’ want ‘im gettin’ mad at me… but me step-fathah’s the barber, Mistah Todd?” He began, since he knew it wouldn’t be incredibly obvious who his family was. “Maybe we can work out a lil’ trade…? A free shave fer you ‘r yer ol’ man, in ‘xchange fer a few loaves o’ bread? Maybe…?”

[lilly-patrick]

Peeta nods, he’d heard of the barber. “That sounds good,” he smiles, “meet me out back in three minutes..” he whispers.

[pccrthing]

Toby returned his smile, a bit more genuine of one this time; which really, it was rare for him to give a real smile, but Peeta didn’t need to know that. At the whispered response though, his brow furrowed. “Alright, then…” he nodded slightly.

[lilly-patrick]

The youngest of the baker’s sons was always kind at heart. Always wanting to share his gift of baking with others. He hid a few loaves in his apron before heading out to meet the other boy, making sure no one was watching.

[lilly-patrick]

Closed RP|| @pccrthing

“Hello, what would you like today?” the baker’s son chimes politely standing up from the wooden stool he was sitting on.

[pccrthing]

“I don’ fink I’ve got enough money on me t’buy anyfin’ right now… ‘m jus’ lookin’ right now. Might be back latah, if me step-fathah’ll give me somefin’…” Toby managed a polite smile, though it was slightly awkward.

[lilly-patrick]

“Oh yeah, I understand,” he nods. Most people in district 12 couldn’t afford bread. This was nothing new.

[pccrthing]

“Fank you, sir. Promise’ll come back latah if I can, so’s I won’ be wastin’ yer time,” he said quietly, respectfully, his eyes flickering down to the baked goods for a moment or two before looking back up at the boy in front of him.

[lilly-patrick]

“It’s really no problem if you can’t,” he shrugs, “I wasn’t doing anything anyway.” The blonde had a plan brewing. He was going to sneak a roll for the other boy.

[pccrthing]

“Maybe… I can’t say fer sure, ‘cause I don’ want ‘im gettin’ mad at me… but me step-fathah’s the barber, Mistah Todd?” He began, since he knew it wouldn’t be incredibly obvious who his family was. “Maybe we can work out a lil’ trade…? A free shave fer you ‘r yer ol’ man, in ‘xchange fer a few loaves o’ bread? Maybe…?”

[lilly-patrick]

Peeta nods, he’d heard of the barber. “That sounds good,” he smiles, “meet me out back in three minutes..” he whispers.

[lilly-patrick]

Closed RP|| @pccrthing

“Hello, what would you like today?” the baker’s son chimes politely standing up from the wooden stool he was sitting on.

[pccrthing]

“I don’ fink I’ve got enough money on me t’buy anyfin’ right now… ‘m jus’ lookin’ right now. Might be back latah, if me step-fathah’ll give me somefin’…” Toby managed a polite smile, though it was slightly awkward.

[lilly-patrick]

“Oh yeah, I understand,” he nods. Most people in district 12 couldn’t afford bread. This was nothing new.

[pccrthing]

“Fank you, sir. Promise’ll come back latah if I can, so’s I won’ be wastin’ yer time,” he said quietly, respectfully, his eyes flickering down to the baked goods for a moment or two before looking back up at the boy in front of him.

[lilly-patrick]

“It’s really no problem if you can’t,” he shrugs, “I wasn’t doing anything anyway.” The blonde had a plan brewing. He was going to sneak a roll for the other boy.

[lilly-patrick]

Closed RP|| @prctip

“Mamma, I feel like a princess!” The tween grins spinning around. She was going to her first fancy party with her parents and they mother and daughter were out shopping for the right dress.

[lilly-patrick]

Closed RP|| @pccrthing

“Hello, what would you like today?” the baker’s son chimes politely standing up from the wooden stool he was sitting on.

[pccrthing]

“I don’ fink I’ve got enough money on me t’buy anyfin’ right now… ‘m jus’ lookin’ right now. Might be back latah, if me step-fathah’ll give me somefin’…” Toby managed a polite smile, though it was slightly awkward.

[lilly-patrick]

“Oh yeah, I understand,” he nods. Most people in district 12 couldn’t afford bread. This was nothing new.

[lilly-patrick]

Closed RP|| @pccrthing

“Hello, what would you like today?” the baker’s son chimes politely standing up from the wooden stool he was sitting on.

[lilly-patrick]

Closer RP|| @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah

“O-oh my.. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump you. Are you alright?” The nervous boy says softly trying to hide his British accent. He didn’t need to stick out more than he already did.

[lilly-patrick]

Closed Starter|| @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah

“It’s so great to hear that you’re interested in our project,” Alana chirps, “once we’re done this orchard will look better than brand new!”

[lilly-patrick]

Starter Call!

Like/ reblog for a starter and specify the muse please

Muse list:

-Lilly Patrick (OC)

-Karen Smith (m.ean g.irls)

-Peeta Mellark (hunger games)

-Alana Beck (deh)

-Michael Mell (bmc)

-Lucy paliden of palor (d&d OC)

-Bryn the bard (d&d OC)

-Andy Dwyer (parks and rec)

-Gideon McDonnell (humanized cat)

[miiirrorbcll]

lilly-patrick·:

She rolls her eyes. He knew her better than most. She loved it and hated it in all honesty. She couldn’t hide anything from him. “Well its a good thing I’m not trying for an Oscar, just a diploma,” she laughs. His sarcastic remarks had become part of her dialect.

He scoffs at her sarcasm, his head naturally resting on her tiny shoulder. He snuggles close to her, pulling her back against his chest. He presses a few kiss to her cheek, and the side of her neck. 

‘ I think you’ll do great tomorrow. You have nothing to worry about. ’ He reassures her one more time, knowing she’ll worry when she is away from her studies. 

[lilly-patrick]

Being cuddled together like this felt so natural. She loved how they just sorta clicked like puzzle pieces, physically and emotionally.

“Thanks Connor,” she replies softly though still doubtful.

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Send ✎ and the name of a character and I’ll do a quick sketch of them.