IN MISERY .

an independent roleplay blog for multiple characters in various numbers of fandoms. written by june .

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Smooch and ugly sweaters. 

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this blog is inactive. hmu if u want to find me elsewhere.

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this blog is inactive. hmu if u want to find me elsewhere.

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❝    hold  the  front  door,  you’re  telling  me  that  ian  proposed  and  you  actually  said  yes?    ❞    there  was  clear  surprise  in  her  tone,  not  because  she  disapproved  but  because  it  genuinely  shocked  her.  never  in  a  million  years  did  she  think  they  would  progress  to  husband  status.    ❝    congrats,  kid.    ❞

* @mkvch :    because why not .

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vllchor .

❛   what?   ❜         she  came  prepared  for  a  fight,  and  despite  the  positive  reaction  she  knows  it  will  come  because  she  knows  what  she’ll  say.  still,  frame  shrinks  into  itself  as  lanky  arms  cross  against  her  chest.  his  amazement  hurts  more  than  if  he  had  been  angry.        ❛   i——  lip,  you  know  i  can’t…   support  a  child  right  now,  and  neither  can  you.   ❜         she  wants  children,  of  course,  an  attempt  to  fill  the  gap  that  her  family  never  could.  tears  fill  swollen  blue  eyes  and  she  swears  the  hormones  are  to  blame.        ❛   fuck,  we’re  not  even  together  anymore!  how  the  hell  are  gonna——   this  just  can’t  happen  right  now.  but  i  don’t  know  what  to  do.  i'm  freakin’  the  fuck  out,  lip,  and  i  don’t  know  what  the  fuck  to  do,  okay?  so——  you  can’t  be  all  happy  about  it  like  it’s  reasonable  for  us  to  have  a  baby  when  you  know  it’s  not,  ‘cause  i  came  here  for  help  and  you're  not  fuckin’  helping.   ❜

❝    so  why  come  here  and  freakin’  tell  me?  sounds  like  you’ve  already  made  up  your  mind.    ❞    happiness  turns  to  bitterness  in  a  heartbeat,  his  heart  sinking  into  the  pit  of  his  stomach.  he’s  torn,  but  he’d  never  stop  mandy  from  doing  what  she  felt  was  right,  despite  wanting  this;  he  understood  if  she  didn’t.    ❝    look,  i  get  it.  we’re  not  together,  i’m  drowning  in  student  loans  and  fuck–––  i  don’t  know  what  you’ve  been  doin’.  but  we  can  do  this,  mandy,  i  want  this. . .    ❞    lip  wanted  to  reach  up  and  cup  the  side  of  her  face,  stop  the  tears  before  they  even  fell  but  he  wasn’t  that  person  anymore.  he’d  fallen  too  far,  they’d  drifted  too  much.  he  had  himself  to  blame  for  that.    ❝    if  you  don’t  want  this,  i  get  it,  okay?  i’ll  hold  your  hand  or––––  whatever.  it’s  not  my  fuckin’  body.    ❞

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❝    no  fuckin’  shit. . .    ❞    he  was  laughing  in  disbelief,    a  flutter  of  excitement  in  his  stomach.    he  remembered  a  moment  that  was  so  long  ago  it  seemed  as  though  it  were  another  lifetime;   he’d  told  her  it  wouldn’t  be  the  worst  thing  in  the  world  to  have  a  child  with  her.   despite  it  being  completely  wrong  timing,    lip  meant  that.    ❝    i’m  gonna  be  a  dad.    ❞    so  quiet,    voice  was  almost  a  whisper.    he  was  mesmerised.

* @vllchor :    for mandy milkovich .

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would anyone be interested in writing with characters from wentworth?  i know it’s a really lowkey show,  but the women are amazing and i can write them in prison or out of;  which would be really,  really awesome considering i never get to write them.

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do i have the need to make everything gay ?  yes .

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THE TEMPTATION  to  make  a  sideblog  for  a  river  phoenix  original  character  is  so  damn  real.

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𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑:    feel  free  to  add  me  here,    just  give  me  a   heads  up  on  who  you  are  after  you’ve  been  accepted!    i’ve  mostly  been  writing  here  lately,    but  it’s  also  where   i  seem  to  be  doing  a  lot  of  my  plotting.    so  if  you’re  interested  in  writing  with  me;  this  is  the  easiest  option!

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* love ♥ starters

‘ want me to stay? ’

‘ we’re almost home. ’

‘ you should be in bed. ’

‘ we can share it.’

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’ 

‘ grab my hand. ’

‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’

‘ everything okay? ’

‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’

‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’

‘ who did that to you? ’ 

‘ sit down and rest. ’

‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’

‘ come lay down in my lap. ’

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’

‘ call me when you get home. ’

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

‘ you’re safe here. ’

‘ honey… ’

‘ of course we love you. ’

‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’

‘ take my bed for tonight. ’

‘ i promise. ’ 

‘ you’re always welcome here. ’

‘ don’t talk like that. ’

‘ bad dream? ’

‘ talk to me. ’  

‘ it’s okay to cry. ’

‘ you need to be more careful.’

‘ we should hug this out. ’

‘ i worry about you. ’

‘ can i hold your hand? ’ 

‘ because i care about you. ’

‘ it made me think of you. ’ 

‘ take care of yourself. ’

‘ put your seatbelt on. ’ 

‘ where did you go? ’ 

‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’

‘ i made breakfast. ’

‘ sing something for me? ’

‘ open it and find out. ’

‘ how long have you been like this? ’

‘ you look nice. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’

‘ focus on my voice. ’ 

‘ i meant every word. ’

‘ i was here all night. ’

‘ look both ways before you cross. ’

‘ you don’t have to talk. ’ 

‘ this is your favorite, right? ’

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’

‘ you have a nice laugh. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’

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the news of sybil’s near demise had shaken thomas.  the only person in downton who had always been kind to him despite his treatment of others.  it meant more to him than he had ever admitted to anyone else,  let alone lady sybil.  after losing that companionship permanently,  he fully intended to make his appreciation for her known.    with a knock upon her door,  knowing full well that he was not exactly permitted into lady sybil’s room,  he figured it would be brushed aside in this moment.  ❝  may i come in,  lady sybil?  it’s mr.  barrow.  ❞

‟ @crawlshee.

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he feels out of place,  refusing to wear a dinner jacket or even black for that matter.  there were firm beliefs that he wasn’t ready to budge on,  but truthfully,  tom was questioning whether or not he ever would be.  he hated to disappoint his dear wife.  ❝  do you truly not mind my refusal of dinner jackets and tails?  i know wearin’ them won’t change me,  i don’t belief i ever will,  my darlin’,  but i do hate to disappoint you.  ❞

‟ @crawlshee.