anyone make you their bitch?

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[privateeyed-blog]

; spending half a day on catching up on castle is not good if you don’t want to awaken your muse for alexis... are there any castle rpers around this time ??

[ahavahisms-archive-blog]

                       ❛ I swear to god,                 if I hear one more damned peep about                 Starbucks and War on  Christmas  put                 together in the same conservation, I                 will rip someones head off. ❜ starter for                 @privateeyed

[privateeyed-blog]

❛ They do realize they’re still supporting Starbucks by buying the coffee, right? My dad is crazy about Christmas, but even he’s not stupid enough to do something like that. Although, he’s not very religious, either. Or from the South. ❜

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his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth; unsure whether or not to make his DOUBT any clearer. He’s been in contact with the LAW before; but he learnt soon afterwards that nothing went by Werner Kugler UNNOTICED. Like clockwork a cop would catch werner’s scent —- and after some time of HUMORING the police the old man would snap his fingers, instantly cooling the trail. So far he’s been untouchable; he knows what threads to pull and buttons to push to get BENEATH the skin of people – even his own SON. Everyone has SOMETHING to lose; except for HIM, and he takes FULL ADVANTAGE of it. ‘ if it’s either your dad or mine, believe me, I’m rooting for YOURS- i’m just being REALISTIC ‘    

[privateeyed-blog]

Well, THIS is a little exhausting. She blows out a huff of breath and repositions herself on the chair. Out of all of the shit her dad has gone through and conquered, she doubts that it’ll be this specific case, which will stop him. ❛ Just listen for a sec here, alright? My dad’s not a cop. He’s a mystery writer working here on borrowed time. That means he’s creative, he thinks outside of the box, and he has put more than a HUNDRED of criminals behind bars. Including terrorists and former Senator Bracken. ❜ The name SHOULD ring a bell. ❛ No offence to your dad’s awesome crime business, ❜ her voice is lathered in sarcasm, ❛ but my dad’s no amateur, nor is he a PROFESSIONAL. I trust him to solve this. And if YOU trust ME with what you know, you won’t waste your LIFE in prison for a man, who should’ve protected you with HIS. ❜

[k-beckettt-blog]

The loft had once been her home, a home she’d been welcomed into with open arms, but it didn’t feel that way anymore. Kate, merely a shell of who she was with Castle felt like nothing more than a ghost between the walls, calling no attention to herself. The few things she needed she stopped by to grab only when she knew everyone else was out. It was too painful to be around (their) things with him around also. No, seeing him at work, where they’d come together was hard enough. She thought possibly, with a flicker of ever fading hope that it would hurt less as time went by, but it didn’t. 

Held in the bedroom she stood there as if she were frozen, stuck in a haze while the burning desire to cry grew more and more tempting every second. For a long time she hadn’t been able to cry in front of him, but now that was all she wanted to do.. and she needed to hold in that weakness, keep it buried with him not around to comfort her. The memories were so real so alive, that they were almost tangible, as though she could reach her fingers out and touch the life she’d known. What little she had left, she held close, his shirt happened to be lain out on the bed and she couldn’t resist,  fingertips skimming first, lingering on the crisp cotton before she lifted it to her nose, breathing him in, burrowing. 

She only noticed the footsteps when it was much too late to duck out without being seen. Alexis cut into her thoughts and instead of freezing up she whirled around quickly, just as caught off guard as the young woman. Although her expression wasn’t as helpless as she thought it’d be, it was still surprised, unsure of how she’d be received. A brief swallow and she palmed away the emotion that had overcome her, and again tried for the mask that she’d worn when she turned to talk to Alexis. The curse word went straight over her head, it wasn’t her place anymore. And all energy was put into covering up the fact that she’d been holding his shirt, which she’d managed to tuck quickly into the overnight bad she’d brought over. “Sorry’’ she uttered immediately, that was easy.. because she meant it more than she could express for much more than giving her a fright.. “No, I didn’t tell him..’’ she admitted, “How’s he doing?” A strange question maybe considering they still saw one another, but they never approached the topic of them, even when he tried, bringing her coffee, trying to warm her up to him again. As if he needed to. 

[privateeyed-blog]

Even as an avid supporter of Beckett’s decisions, Alexis still crossed her arms across her chest and stepped a little back. The distance between them spoke for itself for a few minutes. The captain was no-doubt going through some issues herself – otherwise her dad and Beckett’s marriage would still be fine – but Alexis couldn’t help it. Just for a moment, she wanted to make it clear that she did not forgive anything. That she was cautious. At the same time, she was a little relieved that Beckett had shut out her dad; the risks of him dying always increased when he was with her, and a small, egotistical part of Alexis wanted to do everything in her power to keep those risks at a minimum. It was nothing against Beckett personally, seeing as how Alexis quite admired the captain, it was just a ... fact of life, really.

❛ Not good, ❜ she finally answered, purposely vague. ❛ He’s been talking to AIs and found bad excuses to see you – although, I’m sure you know the last part already. He has a plan to win you back, you know. He’s convinced it’s helping, too. ❜ While talking, she ran her hands over the backs of a few books. No matter where one was in the loft, one could always find a book within an arm’s reach. Alexis had always loved that. Even though her dad could do with a little ‘tightening up’: a lot of the books he deemed ‘classics’ were downright poor, and she was convinced that he knew it.

She looked up from the books to look at Beckett. ❛ So. Is it? He says it is, but you can’t really count on his judgment these days, can you? ❜ Ouch. The words flew out before she had the chance to think them through, but now they were there. Out in the open. Ready for someone to step on them and start bleeding.

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sleepy by Veronika Gilková

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[roleplayers-ink]

A quick and easy plotting guide

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

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Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

[wordsnquotes]

You’ve a good heart. Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it’s not.

Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere (via wordsnquotes)

[cowboyhudsons]

[dontcallmeamusearchived]

@privateeyed

Kate stepped out of her office, rubbing her face. She hadn’t been sleeping well lately, the whole case that she had been dealing with on the side was leaving her both emotionally and physically drained. She looked up and became immediately concerned. “Alexis? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?” She hurried forward to her step-daughter. 

[privateeyed-blog]

❛ It’s not about my dad, ❜ she began, holding up her hands, as if to physically push away the questions. Even though all of this ... DRAMA was gnawing on her nerves, they needed to figure it out themselves. Besides, she was sure Kate had a good reason for whatever she was doing. That didn’t mean she wasn’t curious herself, though. Or, rather, WORRIED. ❛ I was just, uh... ❜ Now that she was here, she wasn’t so sure of how to phrase it. ❛ Well, my dad’s not the only one who’s worried, ❜ her eyes flickered from Kate’s right eye, to her left, to her right one again, not sure of where to settle their gaze, ❛ I am, too. I’m sure you have your reasons for whatever’s going on, but ––– You’ll stay safe, right? ❜ She hadn’t admitted to herself how SCARED she was, until now. What if Kate went and got herself killed? A knot tightened in her throat. And not just because her dad would be sad. They ALL would.

[privateeyed-blog]

amg you found a castle to rp with! C:

; not sure who this is, but YEAH, i did. cute of you to be happy about that, anon. precious.

[privateeyed-blog]

the basics

➥legal name: Alexis Harper Castle. ➥nickname/alias: Lexis, Lex, Mini Castle. ➥birthday: n/a, 1994. ➥birthplace: New York City, New York, USA. ➥gender | species: Cis female I Human. ➥preferred pronouns: She / her. ➥sexual orientation: Bisexual. ➥spoken languages: English, French, limited German, limited Italian.

a history lesson

➥education: High school + College. ➥socioeconomic level growing up: Upper class. ➥living conditions growing up: Every basic need fulfilled, luxurious loft, new gadgets, a decent allowance, lots of books, loving home, lots of traveling, private tutoring, violin lessons. ➥criminal record: She rode the metro without paying once, but then paid double the next time.

relationships

➥parents: Richard Alexander Edgar Rogers Castle (biological father), Meredith (biological mother), Katherine Houghton Beckett (step-mother). ➥siblings: Only child. ➥relationship status: Single. ➥children: None. ➥best friend(s): They’re there, they just haven’t been mentioned by name lately. ➥pets: Her dad. ➥rivals: No one since high school. ➥enemies: Whoever comes after her due to her dad’s work.

let’s get physical

➥character’s build: Short and slim. ➥height: 5′4″ / 163 cm. ➥hair colour: Red. ➥eye colour: Blue. ➥body modifications: Pierced ears. ➥scars/birthmarks: Not a lot, only a few here and there. ➥powers/abilities: Clever, lots of trivia facts, medical knowledge, charm/manipulation. ➥restrictions: Conscience, short temper, inexperience, fear of messing up. ➥physical or mental illnesses: None. ➥addictions: None.

the juicy stuff

➥vice: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath ➥virtue: chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / forgiveness / humility / kindness ➥religion: Atheist. ➥alignment:  lawful / neutral / chaotic || good / neutral / evil ➥hogwarts house: Ravenclaw. ➥element: Fire.

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‘ IF my father is hiding anything? ’ a huffed breath resembling a laughter carrying no humor escapes him at the notion, ‘ there are a great many things hidden by WERNER KUGLER, ‘ as he speaks pink lips curl ever so slightly into a faint sneer; it is not aimed at the girl in front of him; it’s a consequence of having that MAN’S name in his MOUTH, it leaves a VILE taste on his tongue EVERY TIME, yet the NAME is still to be preferred over “FATHER”. ‘ but I assure you, your COP-FRIENDS will not find A. FUCKING. THING. ‘

[privateeyed-blog]

Even though he makes her uneasy, she tries a small smile. It’s barely more than a pull at her lips. ❛ Don’t be so sure, ❜ she warns him, her voice as soft as the giant sweater she’s currently nestled in ( she hadn’t expected to actually SIT DOWN at the precinct; it was supposed to have been a quick in-and-out as a consequence of forgetting her jacket here yesterday ). ❛ I hate to be the kid in the playground, but MY dad is on the case, too, and he can most definitely beat YOUR dad. ❜ It’s a WEAK theory, but she hopes that, if he relaxes a little, he’ll be more willing to talk. That’s how it is most of the time. Maybe if they establish that none of them are fond of his dad, and that hers is capable ...

[cowboyhudsons]