Not on my watch!

I'm Corona's Captain of the Guard. Obey the law, and we'll get along fine. Don't, and you'll get a one-way ticket to the dungeon.  (Independent RP blog. Crossover and OC-friendly. FC: Tom Selleck. Both mun and muse are over 18) Please read rules before interacting.

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My activity on this blog might be sporadic for awhile. I’m going through some stuff with my mental health, but I’ll try to write when I can. 

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I’m reblogging this because it still applies. My mental health has really not been great lately, and I’m really struggling to RP at the moment. 

To those of you I owe replies to, I’m very sorry. I will reply to them as soon as I am able. 

I will be on my personal blog occasionally, so if you need to talk to me, that’s where I’ll be. I intend to come back to this blog eventually, but at this point in time I can’t say when. 

Thank you for following me. 

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Why has Tumblr changed the dashboard again?

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Q) Did they do something extremely dangerous at some point in their life?

He’s done more than his fair share of extremely dangerous things. It comes with the territory and is not helped by his stubbornness and temper. 

He’s fought armed men and women (a lot of them bigger than himself). He pissed off a ghost. If he’d been in Corona at the time he’d probably have fought the dragon and the werewolf. He’s put himself at risk countless times, either by circumstance or by choice. 

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L) Their favourite kind of weather.

Warm weather. The Captain spends a lot of time outdoors - both because of work and for his own enjoyment - so he prefers it if the weather’s nice. Notice I said “warm” not “hot”. Excessively hot weather isn’t so great, and it’s downright hellish if you’re in armor. 

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ABCs of getting to know my muse(s)

Send in a letter and I’ll respond with: 

A) Their full name. B) Age. C) Height. D) Pronouns.  E) Species (if not human). F) Favourite beverage and/or meal. G) Hobbies and favourite pastimes. H) Something they’re exceptionally good at. I) 2 things they really enjoy. J) 2 things they’re not really fond of. K) 1 of their pet peeves. L) Their favourite kind of weather. M) A few interesting facts about them. N) Favourite movie or music genre. O) What’s their dream profession?  P) Is there something or someone they cannot stand? Why?   Q) Did they do something extremely dangerous at some point in their life? R) Is there something they wish they could do/achieve but can’t?  S)  Is there something in their life they regret?  T)  Do they have any siblings? Family? Loved ones?    U)  Are they a morning or night person? V) Do they have a pet? What kind? If not, what kind of pet would they want? W) How would they describe themselves in 5 or less words?  X) Do they have a goal in life? What is it?  Y) Is there anything in their life that’s stopping them from succeeding? Z) Do they have an item that means a lot to them?

[christinahxndricks]

[boingoalive1988]

if you ever feel safe please remember that im out there

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Also, here’s a picture of Brutus I posted recently. I got upset and deleted it but I’m going to give it a second chance because I really don’t have enough pictures of him: 

He’s four years old here. Before returning to work, the Captain had to stop by the barber’s to make sure he looked presentable (read: no beard), and since Bru’s first haircut was long overdue, Cap took him with him. Brutus is very proud of it. They went out in the late afternoon so by the time they got back, it was time for dinner. So here he is, sitting at the dinner table and waiting for his mother to notice his new, “grown-up” haircut. 

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My activity on this blog might be sporadic for awhile. I’m going through some stuff with my mental health, but I’ll try to write when I can. 

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💧

“Oh. You’re early.” 

Rusthaven immediately tried to dry his eyes, as if he could eradicate any trace of weakness that way. He got to his feet and steadied himself. 

“You want to come in?” 

[mcavoy]

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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I can’t keep doing this anymore. 

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✧･ﾟ:*biphobia is unwelcome on this blog*:･ﾟ✧

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Knights and Royalty Sentence Starters

Requested by anonymous. Feel free to change pronouns. 

“Do you need something, my liege?” 

“Get behind me, my lady!” 

“Sir knight, do come here.” 

“If I may be so bold, my lord, but is this really necessary?” 

“You sent for me, my king?” 

“I’m sorry, my lord, but I don’t trust him.” 

“You’re part of my personal guard now.” 

“No need for formalities here, my friend.” 

“I couldn’t possibly be so informal towards you, my liege.” 

“You shouldn’t run off like that, my lady.” 

“You must be a new guard.” 

“They shouldn’t speak of you like that, my king!” 

“A message for you, your highness.” 

“Running off without an escort again, my lady?” 

“Please forgive me, your highness.” 

“My dear knight, please take off your helm so I may look at you.” 

“I don’t think I’ve you seen around before, guard.” 

“Walk with me, sir knight.” 

“You were my late father’s favorite. You don’t look like much.” 

“Are you disappointed that you’re to guard me instead of an heir higher in succession?” 

“I didn’t know we hired your kind into our guards.” 

“I am merely a guard, my lord.” 

“I live to serve you. Always.” 

🗡+ your own!

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aquanna-alight​:

She gulped. “A-Aquanna. My name is Aquanna.” The door was too far away to try and run now, so might as well be brave.

“Are you…are you the Captain’s wife?” It would be rude to assume, so she had to ask. The woman hadnt seemed angry with her yet, so that was good.

“I am,” Morwenna replied. Then, to the Captain; “where’d you find her, Roddy?” 

“By the docks,” he replied. “She needs a place to stay.”

Morwenna raised an eyebrow, a smile on her face, and the Captain knew what it meant. Of course she did. That’s why you brought her home. That’s what you do. They’d been together long enough for her to figure that out. 

“Well, you landed on your feet,” she remarked to Aquanna. “Want to stay for dinner?” 

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WHAT  ARE  YOU ?

you are away

im sorry. it seems your mind does not mesh with your body. your eyes are away, floating somewhere you cannot see, though your eyes are what you are supposed to see with. taping yourself together will be hard. you will need help. but it is better than floating away.

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