* THE OTHERS

indie lady mary crawley / est. feb 2016

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so.

we still got an rp fandom or nah? 👀

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the tea keeps pouring 2nite.

@hesocialist

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MATTHEW

“The office is having a Christmas party this year. Well, they’ve had it every year since I’ve been there, except for the war.” Matthew explained, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn’t know why he was so nervous; they had been married nearly a year. “And all the others bring their wives so I was…wondering if you’d like to go? It’s not very fancy; it’s just at a restaurant in Ripon.”

as a young woman christmas’ main appeal centered around the grand parties, and excuses to wear new chiffron dresses adorned with beads and lace. as an adult, married, it’s appeal became far more humble. meerely spending time with her family, and most importantly matthew, seemed perfectly suitable. a smirk, builds over the corner of mary’s lips, it’s nice that after a year of marriage she can still make him nervous. she looks at him over her tea, “if the others bring their wives, then i must attend.”

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CHARLES

       “ – – and i bet you’d thought you’d seen the last of me.”  his voice echoes from behind her;  they are in LONDON, and finally he has return from a long hiatus in poland.  charles had stayed longer than expected for a myriad of reasons, and he knows that perhaps he is too late.  charming as ever, he leans against the nearest wall, eyes soft for her.  it’s funny, how when evelyn had spoken constantly about her in the past, he couldn’t understand what napier had seen in her.  and yet now, here he is, transfixed.  they are GOOD together.  

or, perhaps, they were.  

“i would hate to think we are only two ships passing in the night.  shall i steal you away from this dull affair?”  and it is dull, one of the usual stuffy dinner parties.  charles had made a late appearance, as he is wont to do.   “perhaps two old friends can catch up.”

one would argue the pair was slightly more than friends, but cursed into an eternal space of grey and uncertainty. she wasn’t ready for marriage, let alone another man in her life, when charles aluded to giving him a chance. her mind needed time, but oh, how her heart ached to see him go. “they thought he was gone, but the cat came back.” she offers humour as thin veneer over her true feeling, a plunging mixture of relief and melancholy. she loved henry, mary finds herself having to remind herself the man she chose to marry stands six feet away from them — engaged in conversation with tom. she watches him, momentarily, with an even gaze, “yes, i want to hear all about your life.”

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“i’m afraid i don’t share your ENTHUSIASM for her.”

indie CHARLES BLAKE of DOWNTON ABBEY.  loved by bunny.  sideblog to @oilysmug promo credit (x)

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we 

uh 

are back.

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home rules verses

back after like three years

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hey friends! my friend is having a problem with her Tumblr and I'm wondering if anyone had experienced this before? its been like this for days.

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me, one pandemic later: im back bitches.

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i know havent been on in like two months but i just wanted to say i hope ya’ll are well and staying safe during this time. xxx

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rpmemesandasks‌:

Reblog this if your muse has pretty eyes.

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[jimkirksfatass]

do you ever feel like you love a character more than their own writers do

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@theeconomistfromulster​  asked: ⍟ - sneak under the cover and wake your muse up with oral.

its becoming a usual wakeup call. in her haze she can discern his curls tickling against the inside of her thighs, building into triumphant stir between further up towards her abdomen. humming, slow hands search down mary’s torso to find his temples, lacing each individual finger into his hair. her own personal piece of heaven upon earth, with the tender touch of a man who offered nothing more than his undying love and devotion. both physically and emotionally. and oh lord, did he show it physically... “good morning.” it drips off her lips like sunshine oozing, happy to stay content in their bubble of reality.

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Sleepy Sex Meme

Send one for my muse to…

✖ - nibbling on your muse’s ear.

⍟ - sneak under the cover and wake your muse up with oral.

♥ - roll on top of your muse and kiss them.

☀ - spooning your muse from behind, in their sleep, and grinding against them.

♣ - cuddle with yours.

♦ - crawl on your muse and pin them beneath my muse.

♠ - reaching down and sliding their hand between your muse’s legs

✔ - RANDOM (mun chooses)

[catchymemes]

[gnossienne]

Bruce Cratsley, “Louvre Window, Paris” (1980)

[characterdevelopmentasks]

Hi!

Some of you have already been in the first round–but to make it brief:  this account is a semi-automated question generator that asks random blogs random questions about their muses!

The point is:  reblog this post to get yourself added onto the list, to show me that you’re ok with receiving questions, and to get even more people aware of the process.  I’ll still seek out blogs on my own, but you can do this to expedite the process!

Multimuses, in the tags, you can list the muses you want questions directed to in the following format:  (muse1-muse2-muse3) and so on and so forth.  If not, it just won’t be directed to anyone!

Thanks and happy developing!

(In which I realize you can’t put commas in tags.)