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You can now find me over at thexunextraordinary

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PSA: I MOVED MY BLOG

// HEY GUYS I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO MAKING MARY HER OWN ACCOUNT!! 

You can now find me over ---> HERE. <---

This blog isn’t going anywhere. I just changed the url to be an archive blog. New blog has the same theme, url, navigation, everything. Any on-going threads will be continued on the new blog. It’s just a way of getting away from those pesky sub-blog restrictions. :)

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// Thinking I might archive this blog and make a new one on a separate account. Right now this is a subblog and it’s making it difficult to find new rp partners because of the whole not being able to follow from this blog and not being able to send asks things. 

I’ll keep y’all posted. Any ongoing threads I have with anyone here would just be transferred over to the new blog. :)

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corsicangeneral‌:

‘You seem to have an advantage over me. You know who I am, but I do not know who you are. Care to enlighten me?”

"It would take a man blind and deaf to not recognize the presence of the great general Napoleon Bonaparte - for the uproar you inspire, by those both friends and enemies.” Which he would consider her, Mary had yet to determine. She thought it prudent to maintain her disguise lest word of her presence in France reach the ears of her grandmother or any member of the English court. She’d dressed in male attire upon her arrival in Brussels and had remained in such a disguise in all parts of the country. 

“Ralph Huntley. I should think my name carries far less prestige  as your own, Monsieur Bonaparte.”

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// Alright, y’all! I’m finally getting this blog running again! For real this time.

so LIKE THIS for a starter  or  SEND ME AN IM if you want to plot~

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// Okay, my dudes! Life’s finally starting to calm down, so as long as I’m not swamped with work next week, I’ll actually be around to some plotting, write some starters, and kick this blog back into motion. Spent last week brushing up on my 17th century history and the life of Mary O’Donnell and I am just about ready to go~

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// Why was everyone in 17th century England named Elizabeth, Mary, Anne, James, Charles, Henry or John? And why were there so many Hughs and Rorys in Ireland??? 

-_- Trying to keep all these names straight in my research notes is giving me a headache. 

Queen Elizabeth I is Queen E.  Elizabeth Howard, younger sister of Frances Howard, is Lizzie Elizabeth Southwell daughter of Elizabeth Howard and niece of Frances is Eliza S.  Elizabeth Stuart daughter of James I and briefly queen of Bohemia is Elbo Elizabeth Plunket daughter of Frances and aunt to Mary is Aunt Liz

And so on for the rest. Everybody just wanting to be named after kings and queens I guess? 

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Ships off the Coast, 1672 by Willem van de Velde

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// So, my dudes, I’m working on trying to revive this blog - especially now that I have more writing time on my hands with my new job. Brushing up on my history and the chronology of my girl Mary’s life since I’ve been away form it for a while and hoping to write more in her canon verse and some historical AUs and just writing in general. 

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☙ Reblog if you are a 17th or 18th Century RPer! ❧

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The garden of Eden with the fall of man (detail) by Peter Paul Rubens and Jan Brueghel the Elder, 1615.

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thisqueenishela:

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“He took a child from a world we had conquered, the son of a king he had killed. He gave him clothing and shelter. Raised him to fight. Likely desired to use him as a token of peace.”

“I ask you, if that still makes him my brother.”

Now that was a whole new level of fucked up.

“Still your brother,” Mary said. “Just means your dad’s a dick.”

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thisqueenishela:

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“In all honesty, I do not know how Odin treated him. Certainly not according to his position, as a prisoner of war. After all, he let him be a prince.”

That was the most insulting part. He should have been kept in a cage. At best, perhaps maintained as a relic. Instead, Odin allowed him to replace her. It was infuriating. 

“Do not tell me your people cater to prisoners?”

Mary wasn’t sure how much of this was an act, and how much real at this point. Either way, the reference to an adopted sibling as a ‘prisoner’ didn’t sit well with her. 

“You said your dad took him in as a son, yeah? That would make him a brother, not a prisoner. So, if you’re asking if adopted kids are as good as biological, then yeah. They sure as hell ARE. My sister’s adopted and I’ll fight anyone who tries to say she’s any less my parents’ kid for it.”

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thisqueenishela:

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Hela was beginning to find this vehicle immensely mundane. Still, with her condition and all, it was more convenient than walking. “It’s complicated. I have a brother born long after I … left home. It appears my father decided he wanted another son, so he took Loki in.  He is more a pet than a brother.”

“A pet?! Is THAT how your dad treated him? ‘Cause that’s fucked up.” She couldn’t imagine her dad treating Erinea like that. She was so disturbed by the notion, that she hadn’t even noticed the light was green until a few seconds late when a car pulled up behind them and looked rightly annoyed. Mary returned her eyes to the road and started driving again, but cast another concern glance at her strange passenger. 

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Mom: How’s that Mary MacDonald project coming along?

Me: O’Donnell.

Mom: Oh! That’s right. O’Donnell!

XD My mom is precious I love her.

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Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.

Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes (via books-n-quotes)

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omg but i am literally a potato ♥ 

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thisqueenishela:

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“That seems to be the only thing of any accuracy.”

“God of mischief, pest, and otherwise with the same level of irritation as a flea.”

“Oh, yeah. Known a few of those. My ex’s little brother was an right obnoxious little bastard.” They came to a stop light. Mary flipped on the turn signal. It was just a couple more blocks to her apartment. “So, if he’s not your dad, what  exactly is the relation?”