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MAKE ME CHOOSE ↳ @cestpasfaux24601 asked: frodo baggins or boromir
"He was a tall man with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance. His garments were rich, and his cloak was lined with fur and he had a collar of silver in which a single white stone was set; his locks were shorn about his shoulders. On a baldric he wore a great horn tipped with silver that now was laid upon his knees."
TOLKIEN WEEK - Favourite quote
‘Your duty is with your people,’ he answered. ‘Too often have I heard of duty,’ she cried. ‘But am I not of the House of Eorl, a shieldmaiden and not a dry-nurse? I have waited on faltering feet long enough. Since they falter no longer, it seems, may I not now spend my life as I will?’ ‘Few may do that with honour,’ he answered. ‘But as for you, lady: did you not accept the charge to govern the people until their lord’s return? [..].’ ‘Shall I always be chosen?’ she said bitterly. ‘Shall I always be left behind when the Riders depart, to mind the house while they win renown, and find food and beds when they return?’ ‘A time may come soon,’ said he, ‘when none will return. Then there will be need of valour without renown, for none shall remember the deeds that are done in the last defence of your homes. Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.’ And she answered: ‘All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more.”
A few days ago might as well be a lifetime of knowing her. Somehow Kara fit perfectly into his life, opening up the possibility of staying rather than running off to Santa Fe as if there he could find something that held more meaning than the girl standing right in front of him.
Winn’s head ducked down – yet a smile remained. “Yeah, but I’ve never met anyone like you before. You and me might not seem right to a lot of people, like your father… I just know I feel like I can be myself when I’m around you.”
The mention of her father made her cringe a little. Kara never cared about what her stepfather thought of her endeavours. She was legally allowed to come and go from the house whenever she pleased, but life as a young woman in the late 1800s was difficult. Until she got married, Kara was forced to live in the confines of a home with a stepfather who didn't care and a stepmother who was too timid to speak up. With the excitement of a new century around the corner, she was hopeful that things would change, and they could be together without judgment.
Kara quickly caught his words of endearment, and she forgot about her stepfather. Smiling at him, she crossed her arms in front of her, blushing at how kind he was. "Winn.." He finally was able to make her speechless. "I think you finally succeeded in making me speechless for once." Her tone was playful as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“What else could I say. I’m in love with someone else? I probably should’ve been honest with her.” Winn smiled in return, however. It would very well end things between Karen and himself, but why let her keep believing a lie. “I wish it was that simple. Maybe we just weren’t ready back then. I never wanted to be the type of guy who kissed another woman when in another relationship either.” Guilt hit pretty hard in that particular aspect. “I know I should and I will. It’s just hard knowing it’s going to hurt her so much.” He placed his hand on her cheek, taking some strength from the contact, able to breath a bit easier as his feelings steadied amid the regret of taking so long to be honest. “I’ll come back once things settle down.”
Kara was never the type to think about the what-ifs. She never wanted to live with regret, but that was easier said than done. If she hadn't been afraid to tell Winn how she felt years ago, they could have saved themselves and even Karen from this torment. Kara walked him to the door and said goodbye with a wave, and wished him luck. She knew if she had kissed him goodbye or even hugged him, Winn's leaving would have been more difficult.
Waiting for his return felt like hours. She couldn't sit still long enough to relax with a book or watch a movie. Whenever she tried, she found herself pacing around her apartment, looking at her phone for a text from Winn— anything. Not even eating from the pint of ice cream in her freezer helped. Either he had second thoughts and decided to— STOP IT, KARA. Winn wouldn't do that, and she felt ridiculous for even thinking it.
Roleplay History
the rules are simple! post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. then tag people to do the same. please repost, don’t reblog!
current muses
This is such a fun idea, and it was hidden in my likes for quite a long time. Like the lovely Raph did who tagged me, I'm going to highlight some of my current muses here. —
Emma Swan — Once Upon a Time | Emma stood out to me instantly because I found myself relating to her. I was a loner as a child due to being bullied, and I was scared to grow attached to someone. I also had a few broken hearts, but it really came down to that lonely feeling and then wanting to help people. When Emma grew up, she wanted to help people and saw the best in others that many didn't trust. Emma became such a strong character, and in many ways, I have overcome similar walls of my own. Writing about her because of those similarities, exploring her quirks, and diving into her relationships have been fun to write about to this very day. Even the ships I think would have worked but never came to fruition have been interesting. She's helped me think outside the box with other muses.
Kara Danvers — Supergirl | When I first started watching Supergirl for Jeremy Jordan's character, Winn Schott, I thought Kara was intriguing from the start. She had a lot of big shoes to fill with her cousin being Superman, and I was curious how she would handle the pressure. I appreciated how she was down-to-earth and didn't allow her powers to give her a big head. She was very relatable to this younger generation. While I stopped watching after S1, her strong background has made it easy to throw out various ideas and make it possible to continue writing her. I throw her into almost any verse/crossover with ease.
Éowyn — Lord of the Rings | She has been a recent addition to my muse list. I adore her. Whether it's the books or the films, I've really appreciated how she is a strong, independent woman who still dreams of falling in love. She doesn't need a man, but dreams of having an honourable man by her side, like her uncle. She doesn't stick to the stereotypes of staying behind while the men go out to fight, and is not afraid of anything other than losing those she loves. She is also one of my most challenging muses to write. I've always second-guessed myself when it comes to my writing, and she has helped me grow more confident.
Elizabeth Bennet— Pride & Prejudice | obsessed Jane Austen girlie here! I've been writing her for over a decade. Between my favorite 2005 version to the zombie adaptation, she is a character that is complex and full of mystery in any universe she is in. Like Emma, I see a lot of similarities between Elizabeth and me. She was the second character I took on years ago, and due to the nature of Jane's writing style, I was always nervous at the thought of answering a meme or replying to a thread. Between British literary muses like Éowyn and Elizabeth, my confidence has grown immensely.
Belle French — Once Upon a Time | What I said for Emma is almost identical to what I have for Belle here. What I loved about this show is how they made the fairytale characters we all know and love become real. It made it possible for me to have various headcanons, plots, and discover different ships that never were.
past (low muse)
Daisy — Downton Abbey | She is a spunky little thing! I didn't write her much. Maybe once??? She was not afraid to speak her mind once her confidence grew, and it got her into quite a bit of trouble as a result... but I absolutely loved her.
Maggie Greene — The Walking Dead | not really a past character... she's still here, but hasn't been a muse being used at the moment. I love her character on the show. I like that she cared very deeply for her family and didn't do anything without them in mind. She grew up in a good family with parents who raised her well. She never let the world ending around her change and become a vile person. How she viewed others and cared for people in need showed a bit of humanity left in the world. If anyone requested her to write, I would be more than willing to plot something out.
Elizabeth Swann — Pirates of the Caribbean | Like Maggie, Elizabeth Swann is still a muse I have listed, but I haven't had the chance to write her since starting fresh with this blog. I think the last time I did was 7-8 years ago? Not sure. I love how she was a modern woman ahead of her time. She didn't live in fear, nor did she let fear control her, but she did let it drive her to help others and stop those who threatened people. I think she would be a fun character to dive into fully again. A lot of verses, what-if scenarios... I'd be thrilled to write her again.
possible future
Scarlett and/or Donatella Dragna — Caraval | I'm trying to read new books and just finished the Caraval series. There are MANY possibilities, and I find the idea of adding one or both of them very intriguing.
tagged by: @everythingheard ( thank you, lovely! ) tagging: @sonofthedarkone @darkerdeariegold & anyone else who would like to do this.
“Joy to see you; but pain, because now the fear and doubt of this evil time are grown dark indeed. Éowyn, I would not have this world end now, or lose so soon what I have found.” “Lose what you have found, lord?” she answered; but she looked at him gravely and her eyes were kind. “I know not what in these days you have found that you could lose.”
LOTRWEEK - Day Five ↳ it grows perhaps the greater
A tickling sensation of warmth spread across his cheek where she kissed him, the feelings burning for a few prolonged moments as she started to ascend up the ladder. “Yeah, no need to worry about me,” Winn replied once he began following from behind. His eyes were fixated on the rungs themselves despite having made the climb many times in the past. Once he set his feet on solid ground (so to speak) his nerves nearly disappeared. “It's the view amazing? Not only can you see the whole city, but it helps me forget about my troubles down there on the streets. Sometimes I think about Santa Fe while I’m looking out... Although, lately my thoughts have been stuck on you.”
After seeing the view of the city from other areas, Kara thought she had seen it all. She was silent for a moment upon hearing his question and just smiled at the horizon. It was beautiful, and with the sun setting, she wasn't ignoring how romantic it was to be up with him either.
His words, however, made Kara blush as she smiled. "Oh? And to think we only just met a few days ago."
As the woman's hand grasped his for aid, Faramir held steady while she rose. To his relief, the action did not appear to pain her, nor were any hitherto unnoticed injuries accounted for. Upon gazing at her figure now that she stood, he was again beset by a certainty that she was not wholly unfamiliar to him — yet how could it be true? With the strong allyship that had once existed between Gondor and Rohan now slightly shaken amid the darkness spreading throughout Middle Earth, Faramir had not crossed paths with a maiden of the latter kingdom in many years. Naturally, his memory spanned much farther, yet he had not examined such recollections in quite some time; did her visage linger there, forgotten?
He banished the musing from his thoughts as he nodded his head in acceptance of her appreciation, though he should hope any man of honor would do the same! Her query concerning his name, however, only gave Faramir pause for a moment. Surely none would take offense that he had entered the territory of Rohan announced when the benefit had not been his own ( still, there had yet been rumblings as to the state of the King's mind, and perhaps his intentions would mean little ).
Nevertheless, he answered as he carefully inspected her arm. "I am Captain of the Rangers of Ithilien, guarding our borders from the increasing presence of Southrons and their ilk." Satisfied that the bone was not broken ( though the revelation hardly mitigated the pain that had begun to cloud her countenance ), he continued, "My name is Faramir — son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor. And may I inquire the same of you?"
Éowyn was pleased to hear that the man who came to her aid did not thrive off the suffering of others. She was not a stranger to the evil that plagued this world. After being witness to evil firsthand as a child, Éowyn knew that men aligned themselves with evil spreading through their lands. Still, the moment her rescuer spoke, Éowyn knew by the inflection of his voice and the choice of armour he wore that she was safe from his hand. Hearing who he was and where he came from alone confirmed she was correct in her assumption.
His name...
He could not be the young boy she had befriended when her uncle took her and Éomer in. There was a brief silence from her as she processed that name, for she was in shock and disbelief. "Faramir? Is that— is that really you?" In the years following her childhood, she had often wondered what had become of him during these dark days. While her childhood was one full of death and pain, she could not forget about the moments or people who gave her so much joy. As she smiled at him, her eyes began to fill with tears as relief washed over her that her childhood friend was alive and well. "Faramir, it's me... Éowyn." She took a step closer to better look upon his countenance. It was him. "I— I cannot believe it's you."
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"I understand. Sorry. I forgot you said you didn't have time to change." Emma remained quiet for a moment as she glanced over his choice of clothes. The suit he wore made it impossible to see if he showed the characteristics of a Vampire, and the poor lighting didn't help give a proper view of his face. Perhaps he was telling the truth, and Emma didn't want to cause any issues.
Raising an eyebrow at his tone, she sighed and placed one hand in her pocket and the other hand on the strap of her bag. In her pockets, she kept hidden useful objects when fighting off Vampires. Larger weapons remained in her bag, which was strapped across her body. She couldn't tell if he was being truthful or dishonest, but she never went anywhere without carrying something. Small or not. She was not about to stop now and be turned into the very thing she hunted, or to let such a horrid creature devour her as their next meal if he was lying.
"I'll leave you to it then. Just be careful during your night shift. Rumors are circulating that there is... dangerous activity happening not too far from our small town." Most people found her crazy for chasing Vampires and didn't believe the creatures they read about or watched in movies existed. Telling strangers Vampires were a real threat never went over well until it was too late.
She had left the mysterious man by the graves, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Either he lied and was a Vampire or was about to fall victim to one. She walked out of the cemetery, and instead of continuing on her way home, Emma hid behind the brick wall and peered out from the side. If the man was a Vampire or not, she would have seconds to attack to either rid the town of danger or save an innocent mortal. Grabbing her crossbow with a wooden stake attached, Emma was ready for what would take place. She hated living on the edge like this and hoped he was telling her the truth.
// OOC
Hello, lovely people! I had a chance to finally work on my blog today and fixed the link to my rules. Woohoo! It's now a doc format. I couldn't figure out how to fix my Carrd account. I'm now stepping away for the night to rest my eyes. I may try to answer a thread or two, but that will most likely have to wait until tomorrow.
Hi, just letting you know the carrd link to your rules doesn't seem to be working :)
I know and I’m not sure why. :/ I haven’t had a chance to be on for a prolonged time to fix it. Thank you for letting me know. I really appreciate it.
If there’s something in particular you’re curious about, please let me know and I’ll be happy to answer it.
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright
He nodded in agreement to her statement, pretending do debate on their intended location once asked. “Just one of my favorite places,” Winn answered as he started to lead the way. He made a few turns before approaching one of the taller buildings in the area. “I hope you don’t mind climbing fire escapes. Trust me, the view from up there is amazing. You can see everything.” Winn possessed a minor fear of heights, but he figured as long as they didn’t linger too close to the edge, he’d be fine.
"Fire escape? I'm afraid I wore the wrong dress to climb up such a thing." A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips, for she was clearly teasing him. She never had much of an issue with heights. For Kara, a little adventure excited her, especially when she lived in a home that felt more like a cage. Taking this moment to kiss his cheek, Kara smiled up at him before climbing the escape. In terms of safety, she was relieved that her skirt wasn't long enough to be a tripping hazard, which made the climb easier for her. "Are you doing okay down there?" Kara asked as she finally reached the top.
He nodded, glad to hear her respond in agreement. “I’m not really sure how I’m going to tell her,” Winn mentioned, withholding a sigh. He was happy, of course, knowing Kara returned his feelings but the idea of hurting Karen caused a wave of guilt to hit. “I think she was always a little suspicious about my feelings for you. I denied it and I shouldn’t have. It was hard for me to see you date someone else too. I just wanted you to be happy.” That alone kept him silent on the matter.
"You denied it? Really?" Kara smiled. As much as she should have felt guilty for feeling happy at his admission, she couldn't help but feel relieved that he felt the same. Still, letting this continue was a bad idea that both of them would regret. "If only we had told each other how we felt long before now. We wouldn't be in this situation-- I wouldn't be the other woman I vowed never to be." Taking a deep breath, Kara nodded to herself. "You need to end it with her. If you stay here, Winn, it-- well, it won't end well. You should go."
“Fate kind of became an easy concept for me growing up as I did. I maybe even liked it a lot more knowing everything I went through led me to you, then back again after all this time.” Neal truly thought after Tamara shot him; he might’ve never taken another breath. He saw the woman he thought he knew from a new perspective. She cared little for their relationship of over a year, concerned more with Greg. Her obsession with magic, Emma tried to tell him but he stupidly fastened her suspicion to jealously.
The kiss came as a surprise – a welcomed surprise no matter how unexpected. Neal returned the sentiment, longing for the familiar pressure of her lips on his for far too long. The feelings surging throughout his body almost overwhelmed him, weakening any reservations he had about waiting for the right moment. “We should’ve done that a long time ago,” Neal breathed out, separating his mouth from hers for just a moment. But truly, he never should’ve left her standing in the dark, taking the blame for thievery just because Pinocchio told him to. He shook his head before kissing her once more. This time intending not to let her go ever again.
Emma couldn't help but laugh as she agreed with him. Even if Tamara had been good and not the woman partly responsible for taking her son, Emma should have told him at the bar that she never stopped loving him. The admission of love would have saved them both from this headache they lived in now, with Pan and the Lost Boys tormenting Henry.
His confession was quick, and as she went to speak, his lips were on her own once again. She smiled into this kiss, pulling him closer as she cupped the nape of his neck. For a moment, Emma felt like she was a teenager.
Her hesitation caused a fluttering sensation in his stomach – nerves practically bouncing around on the inside. Winn thought for sure she’d turn him down in sake of preserving their friendship, wanting to take the risk only to shy away from it.
“You want this?” Winn asked, his surprise morphing into a smile. “I was terrified about saying anything at all. But then we kissed and it was the most amazing thing. I need to end things with Karen before we go any further. I wouldn’t feel right otherwise.”
Kara couldn't help but laugh as she shoved his left shoulder playfully. "Of course I want this, Winn. Are you kidding? Seeing you with Karen when you two first started dating was hard on me. I had to pretend I felt nothing at work... I've wanted this for so long." His smile made her own grow in return as she cupped his cheek before nodding in agreement. "I was also going to suggest that. We already crossed a line. I want to respect her enough to not dig this hole even deeper."
Winn shrugged off the guy’s comment. If a woman was able to protect herself and others, why consider it a demeaning quality on the man’s part? Though, he supposed most people were like that. Always thinking less of girls and too high of themselves. After all, Kara being a reporter threw off many. Winn saw it as an interesting change – a much needed one at that. Luckily, the guy took off. Because really, he wasn’t entirely sure how well things would’ve ended.
He practically melted into her touch, wishing for it since they parted from one another last night. The kiss sent a wave of sparks through his body, rooting him in place. “Some guys just don’t realize when they’re not wanted,” Winn mentioned, glad to be free of the small gang. “I think I know the perfect place.” He offered his hand before leading the way.
Laughing, Kara nodded in agreement. "Especially when guys act more like spoiled children with their need to cause trouble." Even though a crime had been committed, Kara didn't want to report it to the police. After all, neither of them seemed to have any concerning injuries, but it was still concerning how kids on the streets would react this way. In a way, Kara felt more sorry for them than angry or frustrated. "Oh? And where exactly are you taking me?" Kara asked, smiling.
