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Hey guys! It’s been super busy at work ( a lot of party planning so i’m doing drafts tonight! )
TWD has offended me like always. I’m ready for a reboot. I watched it last night and all i could do was just answer all my drafts and my replies. I still haven’t fully processed it yet. why do all the shows i love offend me?
using gesture
we’ve all read that prompt where someone is smirking, cocking an eyebrow and tossing their hair every other word. it’s annoying and it’s overused, not because they’re moving too much, but because nobody actually does that. rather than making your character repeat the same three actions on loop, spice things up! here are some helpful starting points
anger:
curling and uncurling fists
sharp exhales
rolling eyes
cracking neck
setting jaw
grinding teeth
pursing lips
boredom/impatience:
scratching neck/back
tapping or drumming fingers on something
tapping foot
changing position repeatedly, as if to get comfortable
leaning back
kicking feet or putting them up
looking around
nerves:
looking around but, like, different
hands in pockets
fidgeting with an object
biting lip, inside of cheek, or nails
tapping or drumming fingers on something
if this is helpful, i can expand the list, but i don’t see people struggling with physical displays of positive emotions as much as i do negative ones
secret relationship starters
Feel free to alter to fit muses.
“I am not ready for them to find out about us!”
“It’s cool, [name] promised to cover for me.”
“My roommate’s out of town. Want to stay the weekend?”
“We’ve got to stop being so careless.”
“Look, if we get found out, I could get fired!”
“It’s hard to believe you actually care about me when you’re so hellbent on keeping this from all your friends.”
“I can’t tell them! Do you have any idea how they’d react?”
“Jesus, with all this sneaking around, it’s like being closeted all over again.”
“We have to tell them sooner or later.”
“Let’s tell them the truth. Tonight.”
“I’m only dating [name] as a cover. You’re still my baby.”
“[Name] agreed to ‘date’ me until we’re ready to tell everyone.”
“Are you ashamed of me?”
“I spent two hours hiding underneath your bed until they left!”
“Shit! Someone’s coming! Get in the closet, get in the closet!”
“Let’s just tell them! What’s the worst that could happen?”
“No one can know about us.”
“Let’s just keep this between us for now, okay?”
“People wouldn’t like it if they knew, you know that.”
“I’m not ashamed of you, I’m just not ready to tell anyone yet.”
“You still haven’t told your parents about us? But you promised!”
“It’s kind of fun, having a secret.”
“Let’s go out of town. Somewhere where nobody knows us.”
“Yeah, so… I may have accidentally told [name] about us…”
“I don’t care what you do, just get [name] to promise to keep quiet. Pay them if you have to.”
“I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”
“Once I break up with [name], then we tell people.”
“But you’re going to divorce them soon, right?”
“This isn’t a relationship! Relationships don’t involve one party climbing down a fire escape because the other is too ashamed to admit they’re dating them!”
“Okay, fine, but can I at least tell [name]?”
“If I don’t tell someone, I’m going to go crazy!”
“Shhh, be quiet. Remember, someone’s still downstairs…”
“Fuck it. Let’s get a motel.”
“Either we’re open about this, or I’m ending it.”
“When I said I liked you, I didn’t expect to be sneaking around all the time.”
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“Why haven’t you told your friends about me? Is it because I’m not as well-off as you are?”
“This was fun at first, but the novelty’s worn off.”
“It just feels really shitty, to be the secret boyfriend/girlfriend.”
“Look, either we date secretly, or we don’t date at all.”
“I’m not supposed to be dating, period!”
“If my parents found out about us, they’d go ballistic.”
“Just one more year until I’m out from under their roof and I can date whoever the hell I want.”
“Dating in secret never works out.”
“Where are we even supposed to go for our dates?”
“Just once, I’d like us to go on a date that didn’t end in us having to get a motel room out of town because we don’t want to get caught.”
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illegitimateborn:
ah, they looked like they were having so much fun, galavanting about the ballroom with hardly any worries in their bones. of course, it was short-lived, greer looking like she was about to tip over but at the sight of her horribly worried face, bash looked around to find the source and sure enough, penelope was burying herself with someone that WASN’T his father.
“oh no.” his father noticed. immediately, the young man rushed to greer’s side, careful not to touch her arm knowing that there were too many wandering eyes in the room. one terribly WRONG glance and her reputation ( whatever was left of it ) would go doing in a spiral. “greer – we’ve got to do something about this. i’ll stall my father. can you and the ladies do something about penelope?” he asked in hushed tones.
She was scared— terrified of what he would do to that man. Her throat felt tight and she had stopped dancing along with the group she was with—however the others seemed oblivious to the change in mood. Penelope didn’t seem to care as long as she was center of attention. Bash was at her side, but the fear still did not leave her. She looked up at he spoke, “No—she doesn’t like us much. I’ll get Catherine to distract them. The fireworks will just go off EARLY,” she decided. She didn’t think twice when she grabbed his wrist and leaned closer to whisper, “be safe.”
Greer let go and disappeared through the crowd and towards Catherine who was already doing DAMAGE control to something that did not happen yet.
“We will be delighted with another show of fireworks to celebrate what a fine occasion this is!” one of the masters shouted at the door as ladies and gentleman took their leave towards the backyard where the pond was.
Greer began leading people out of the throne room. The group of men who Penelope had been talking to were still behind with her. “You’re Majesty!’ Greer wanted to spit the vile out of her mouth, but kept her quiet composure about her. “His Majesty King Henry has created a special firework display just for you!”
mmeserpent:
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“And I have done so by fulfilling my duties as queen.”
It was only as the mother of the king’s heirs that she had gained any security or influence. She had played the part of royal broodmare without complaint and turned a blind eye to her husband’s flagrant infidelities as many a queen had done before her. By appearing compliant in all things, she had made herself indispensable to the harmony of the court.
“Sometimes you have to cede independence in order to gain any.”
Greer turned to Queen Catherine fully, her comment gaining her attention. “I’m afraid that I may not have any independence to gain despite giving up what little I have left,” Greer said quietly.
She had nothing but money, and even then it would eventually run out if she did not marry for title. It was the only thing that her father cared about, and when she was married she would be forced to give them heirs. She could not imagine what the Queen of France or even her own Queen would have to go through.
“I trust that you may be right in this,” she admitted “they become kinder as you submit.” She had seen it with her own stepmother.
ingestrii:
“My work is interesting?” The sailor smiled - how long had it been since any one had told him that? When he was still with the navy, he heard it often, but now it seemed so rare.
“Oui, of course, why not? You are not going to use it against me, are you?” Mathieu stepped towards his next rope, tied messily off for the moment. “They hurt, I suppose, for some time. But they make it easier to do the coarser things in life.”
“I am Mathieu de la Veue, Lady Greer.”
He knelt again, his knees used to the wear, and pulled the last rope free.
“Come - shall I explain it to you? How it works, I mean?” A pridefulness (one he would swallow back down nearly immediate) shone in his bright eyes.
“Well—yes? You seem quite shocked,” she laughed lightly and covered her mouth. “I would never—but that must be hard having such rough hands,” she pulled her own away from her mouth and inspected them. She briefly wondered if her hands would grow rough and the look on her fathers face if he found her doing this. What coarse things had he been through?
She lifted her skirts the best she could before sinking down onto her own knees, padded by her various layers of skirts. However, she was sure that in a few hours her knees would hurt. She was not used to real manual labor. “Yes—explain everything to me Mathieu,” she stated excited. She reached forward to touch the rough rope, curious about how something so rough could look so beautiful when braided.
“How do you start?”
bloodofscots:
Mary let out a little sigh upon hearing her friends suggestion, yet she carried a small smile up her lips. She had expected such a suggestion from Kenna, perhaps even Lola if she had not given it a secound thought and was in a playful mood, but Greer had always been the mature one. “I highly doubt that I can give up my duities as a queen for a few hours and simply act as if I was someone else.” Carrying the crown was a duty that would only end when your life does. She used to be able to let others decide, yes but even then she wasn’t just a girl, because in the end she was the one who would carry the blame and now that she was of age, there was no chance on earth that she could just let go of everything that plagued her.
Greer knew she would never comprehend the weight of the crown, but she could try to help and lift some of the burden from her friend. She looked to Greer as if she hadn’t been sleeping quite right. “We shouldn’t think of it like that—think of it politically. To make your marriage contract stronger you must know what the people truly need.” Greer walked around the room for a few moments, before peeking out of the window and watched as some of the men were training in the court yard. “It’s a new perspective. A chance to understand others.” It was logical and an actual problem--how could they strengthen her contract if they did not know how the common folk truly lived. It could strengthen her marriage to France if they saw her Scottish Queen taking pride and a chance on the French folk.
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I went out last night with some family and friends because one of our good friends was visiting home (they're in Texas atm) and i am completely still hungover and hurting so...replies/drafts will start slowly tonight at like 7 EST.
psa :: remember that when addressing kings/emperors & queens/empresses, it’s “YOUR MAJESTY” ; & when addressing princes & princesses, it’s “YOUR HIGHNESS”.
kings/emperors & queens/empresses : your royal/imperial majesty princes & princesses : your royal/imperial highness dukes & duchesses : your grace other nobility : my lord/my lady
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you’re literally always ALWAYS 100% allowed to turn any meme i respond to into a thread. just make a new post, link back to the thread, and i’ll respond to it. me answering is already an invitation to plot something out, so even if you didn’t like my response or you want to do something else, plot something out with our characters, inbox/IM me, i’m definitely open for it.