BEWARE THE REDHEAD /

The moment seemed to stretch on endlessly between them as he watched her take in the sound of his name, and reconcile it with the appearance of the man before her. Combined with the urgency of needing to put adequate distance between himself and the redcoats who were out patrolling the streets, needless to say that Jack wasn't feeling all that patient — but it did occur to him, briefly, that she could just as easily turn him in to those redcoats as she could shield him from them. Any ordinary, law-abiding young woman might have felt compelled to do her civic duty, even if it had meant condemning a once friend.

But Jack didn't have Sera pegged for an ordinary, law-abiding woman — and, thankfully, his instinct was proven right.

“ — Right now? ” Any relief he might have felt as she stepped to the side and allowed him to walk alongside her vanished almost immediately. When he'd said that he'd give her a full and in depth explanation, Jack had intended for that to be once the coast was clear. Or, better yet, once he'd figured out how to tell the story. None of this had been planned, after all. He shifted the parasol to cover them both and offered his arm for her to take, in an attempt to hopefully make them look like just another couple out for a stroll or promenade. “ You try writing back from a backwater gaol on the west coast of Africa, darling. Or from Tortuga. ” But, despite his words, he seemed to relax a little, easing back into their customary, teasing back and forth. Even the term of endearment was new between them: as an outcast from society, he no longer needed to bother with matters of etiquette.

What did it matter if he called her miss or m'lady if his continued existence in her vicinity would utterly ruin her reputation anyway?

#/ * tagged — 💋 ( beware the redhead ) ic .#/ * tagged — 💋 replies .#trickstercaptain #(hi this is normal)#(she's impossible btw)

"well, captain sparrow...when do you believe it to be the most oportune time to make your case to me, then?" sera muses, mostly to pretend that she isn't so easily won. she takes his arm and she feels like a girl again, the excitement of something finally happening. the thrill shook her to her core, almost giddy. she seems to barely contain the smile that simply wishes to burst from her lips. grey eyes settle on him as they continue their improsived stroll. and she's darling now. wonders where all the manners have gone now. sera does not find herself missing them. "i see you have both of your hands still." sera points, turning to look at the dull scenery of her everyday. as if she isn't dying to keep her curious eyes on him.

sera leads them back down the way to her estate. (or, her husband's but jack doesn't know that.) she steals glances. sees and for the first time settles on how much time had gone by, how much things had changed. it's the first time she feels, at ease. no pretending, she could be the girl she once was, partially free but free nonetheless. she thinks then for a moment how she prefers this jack, and she is aware that this is the same, or he is supposed to be. it's in the eyes, she can see him. the sun seems to melt into the sky, but the warmth sera feels comes not from it. "-i suppose i can take you back home, captain. i do not think you will be found there." sera says offhandedly, lightly. implying something or not. she is.

For a moment he can only stare and gape at her like some poor fish cast up by a fisherman. Jack didn't like to put stock in things such as fate, not when he'd fought and scraped and bled for the life he now had — the freedom of piracy, and the captaincy he'd worked for his entire life. But it was hard to ignore the coincidence of running into someone he knew in a place as big as the Caribbean — or someone he had known, in what might as well be considered a past life now given all that had changed.

Given how he had changed.

“ Of course, I'm... ” It was only when Jack glanced at his own attire that he understood why she hadn't immediately recognised him. Who would put two and two together that this vagabond bedecked in a patchwork of colour and fabrics and jewellery was, not so long ago, dressed somewhat shabbily but properly while attending the same ball as her? Months had passed since then — Jack had grown out his beard, his hair, taken to wearing it in a braid, used the same kohl to accentuate his eyes as an old friend did. He might as well have been a different person. All he still had going for him was his —

“ Captain Sparrow. ” He twirled the parasol in his fingers as he said the name, oddly nervous for the reaction that might greet him. It was a dramatic change, after all, and he had not been blind to the way that Sera had seemingly idolised him whenever society had forced them into each other's path ( too many times for Jack's liking, but her company had always been refreshingly different to the rest ). As if anticipating an uncomfortable silence on her end, Jack spared a glance over his shoulder. “ I can give you a full and in depth explanation for the startling transformation of my personage but — ” He held up the wanted poster in his free hand, hoping to demonstrate his point. “ — there are two redcoats behind me that I would very much like to distance myself from before I do. ”

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sera waits, for an explanation mainly. but also for the pieces to fall into place, the strange but familiar man stood before her and she was almost sure that something was lost and then found here. she's an impatient little thing, brash and ready to take her parasol from him if he took a second longer in giving her some sort of explanation, and when she is about to break free from her momentary confusion-

captain sparrow.

it isn't shock etched into her features, but she squints. underneath everything that is different it's almost like she can see him. and it clicks, feels as if her life isn't some boring uninteresting series of events from this moment forward. her mouth parts, it takes a moment for her to take everything in. she has many things to say, many things threaten to leave her lips, she doesn't get a chance to say anything before he starts talking again, bright eyes move from the red coats back to the wanted poster in his hand. he's changed. that is for certain, the question was whether she had change, the letters between them, the fact that he stopped writing. all before she found herself in this awful situation of a marriage, it would be too easy, to simply call them over and have jack be taken away. again. this might very well not be the man she once knew. yet.

she did not feel like doing that.

"i would like to hear it then...your full in depth explanation." she simply moved to a side, give him enough room to walk next to her, and away from the red coats. in the opposite direction. "-you stopped writing back." sera starts points out, and her demeanor changes, ever so slightly as she is not dealing with a stranger anymore...she does not sound upset, it's half a tease...it would be too easy if she simply fell back into her regular antics from the get go. no, she decided she would very much let him make a case for himself, as alluring as it was, to have the man who she had such a fixation on simply know that that fixation never truly went anywhere the instant she saw him again. she had to make time finally for something entertaining, an opportunity she should not miss.

Jack's dark gaze was drawn to it like a sailor lured by the call of a siren. An inauspicious wanted poster for some ne'er-do-well or other, nailed to a a nearby brick wall, but wilting like the rest of them in this intense heat — and Jack might have just wandered on past if his eye hadn't been caught by the familiar likeness put to canvas. He swiped it from the wall. Jack Sparrow. Wanted dead or alive. One hundred pounds. Not bad at all. They had the hat, the facial hair, the coat. Replacing pirate boots with whatever those abominable shoes were was certainly a... questionable choice on the artist's part. And his expression was rather severe, all things considered. But, other than that, he could not complain at the likeness. It looked like him.

Unfortunately.

Unfortunately given that he turned a corner into a bustling street and saw several more of those posters — along with two redcoats on patrol, standing right beside one. All they had to do was make eye contact with him and... well, Jack didn't fancy a chase through the streets in this sort of heat. So he eyed up the crowd for his chance to slip into the throng and be carried away from them, and landed on a young woman — or rather, the parasol that she was carrying.

“ I'm ever so sorry, my lady, could I just borrow that right there — ” Before she could object, Jack had swiped the parasol from her hand and shifted her around to face him, ensuring that his back was now concealed from the two soldiers. Content that he wouldn't now be recognised, he turned his attention to the poor, unfortunate party to his subterfuge. “ Oh. ” Any other words of apology he had to offer quickly died in his throat. He recognised her at once, though it took a moment for Jack to put a name to her face. “ Miss de la Cour? ”

@reddhaed

#/ * tagged — 💋 ( beware the redhead ) ic .#/ * tagged — 💋 replies .#/ * tagged — 💋 verse. 002 / known for all the wrong reasons she don’t wanna be right ( high society )#( hi they are everything to me )#( jack said the magic words that avoided getting punch in the face )

it's routine that feels absolutely dreadful, she's bitter and not necessarily in a way that's easily fixed. being taken away and placed somewhere she does not belong tends to do ill on a soul. and she can feel it, the only solace found in sneaking away from what she's supposed to be doing. she's supposed to be running a state, making sure it's looked after but sera would rather be doing anything else. people took one look at her and the smart ones knew better than to bother her. she was not up for making friends or entertaining any sort of attention. not even shopping could lift her spirits in a way that made any sort of difference. she simply strolled, taking in the view.

she hears someone talking to her, and she's about to delivery a cold no. the sort of rejection she seems to practice everyday before her parasol is not in her hands and pale eyes meet a face she does not recognize. she’s about to unleash a string of strong words directly into this man’s path (she starts, all french and half whispered). god forbid someone takes something from her, and maneuvers her around. how dare he even touch her. anger painted on so beautiful in such delicate features, and then confusion. she hasn’t heard that name in a while. no one calls her that anymore, and it would be improper to ask to be called by her maiden name.

well. interest piqued. she eyes the man, from head to toe. like she’s looking for the missing piece of the puzzle, like not everything is plainly there, takes a hand that brushes her hair out of her face. “why yes…” french accent not as thick as it once was, still very much present. “-have we met before?” the man feels familiar. sera does a good job of remembering the men who’ve had the honor of being with her. and given the appearance that adorned the one present before her it did not seem like he ran in her same circles.

immobiliter

Jack was reluctant to give up his preferred position in Sera's bed, head pillowed on her chest with her fingers in his hair. So while he shifted enough to allow her to sit up against the headboard, their bodies remained entwined, and he found a new home for his head nestled against her shoulder. In spite of Giselle's appearance, he knew that she liked it this way: to be within easy touching distance of both of them. He caught Sera's look. “ He's a man, love. Isn't that enough? ” Perhaps not as sensitive as his companion, but Giselle never came to him for sympathy. Quite the opposite.

“ She's definitely someone. He never acts like this. He never cares enough. ” Meanwhile, Giselle's initial anger had settled into simmering frustration as she sat on the bed and tossed her shoes across the floor. Her belt followed, and only then did she turn to look at the pair of them with a rather dramatic sigh. “ He doesn't even want to fuck. Not even when he gets this, ” she gestured at her body, before cupping her breasts through her bodice for effect, “ for no charge! ”

“ Speaking of... ” Jack hummed, reaching down for one of Sera's thighs and spread it just a little to catch Giselle's attention, teasing, enticing her in. It worked exactly as intended; she'd yet to even take off her dress yet but Giselle shuffled across the bed so that she was sat across both of their laps. It didn't matter, Jack knew his role: he immediately set about unlacing her bodice.

Giselle's attention was squarely on Sera. “ She's not even pretty! ” she said after a moment, still not willing to drop the subject entirely.

#/ * tagged — 💋 ( beware the redhead ) ic .#/ * tagged — 💋 replies .#( i love them i am normal about this but also this is extremely insane )#( if you think about it )#immobiliter #immobiliter / giselle .#and jack.

sera listens, tries not to be so distracted at the prospect of having both jack and giselle in bed with her. they all know where this is heading, but she still tries, before anything else, sera is a good friend. she pouts, slightly. not being able to comprehend how anyone wouldn't want to be with giselle, and dave could be as obtuse as he wants, just means more for her. for them. sera isn't the jealous type, her possessive nature tends to revolve only around wealth, riches, and all sort of things that shine. her eyes move to where jack shifts her thigh, brings a smile to her face.

she does get greedy with giselle, and what sera wants she takes. her hands frame giselle's face, gently. her head tilts, red hair cascades down to the side. "-she's not even pretty." she repeats, confirming it. the absolute truth, she bites her bottom lip, before leaning in. pressing her lips against hers, looking to kiss the worries out of her mouth, so slowly. almost luxurious. "-oh dave is beyond stupid." sera comments playfully, against her lips. her hands slide down, she is a little impatient, suddenly hates bodices and their entire existence, jack is fast enough, he has had some practice, but it still isn't enough. sera's eager, she's sure the both of them can tell. "-let us spoil you, darling. take your mind off things." sera giggles, kisses giselle's jaw. feels like the luckiest girl. she probably is.

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#/ * tagged — 💋 ( i eat men like air ) . / musings .#( meeting sera while she is married is such a fucking experience because she is barely herself half of the time )

reuels

Ballerina (2023) dir. Lee Chung Hyeon

i love sera so much i feel like she has been here forever....

#/ * tagged — 💋 ( theme park ride enthusiast ) ooc .#( she's everything to me )

johannescena

42 character development questions!

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE. 1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? 3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? 4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? 5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why? 6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these? 7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? 8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell? 9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? 10. What energizes and drains them most? 11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? 12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands? DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT. 13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? 15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives? 16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like? 17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person? 18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why? CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS. 19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why? 20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships? 21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why? 22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? 23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult? 24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? 25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it? 26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does? ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES. 27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why? 28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why? 29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative? 30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? 31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? 32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why? THINKING AND LEARNING. 33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? 34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why? 35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them? 36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this? 37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them? 38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why? 39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction? 40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is? FREE FOR ALL. 41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why? 42. I have a question of my own!

immobiliter

The true power of her position here was in the smaller things sometimes: of having all of the keys in this place hanging on her belt, including a duplicate of the one she and Dave had given to Sera — one of the few rooms off-limits to everyone else, kept exactly how she wanted it and never ever offered to anyone else. This meant that even when her beloved had locked herself inside for privacy, Giselle could get in — and she didn't think twice about turning the key in the lock and opening the door now. There was nothing the two hid from each other, nothing they did not share, and she'd seen Sera in all kinds of positions — though this time she did not need to look on enviously at her and Jack Sparrow mid-fuck.

They were together, of course — Jack's head was cradled in her arms as they lounged on her bed ( they'd already been at it for a while, by Giselle's calculations ), but not currently in flagrante at least. As she turned to lock the door shut again, she heard Jack's voice behind her. “ Here she is, darling. ”

Giselle turned to approach the pair. “ I always know you're here because she disappears for hours. ” She wasn't bitter, not about this at least; this was the way Giselle and Jack always talked to each other.

Jack smiled, cat-like. “ You almost sound jealous. ”

“ Fucking Dave, ” she exclaimed loudly, as if it was obvious that he was relevant to this despite not being in the room. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, entering their personal space as nonchalantly as she had entered the room, Giselle reached down to pull off her shoes. “ There's some tart downstairs and he won't tell me who the fuck she is. ”

@reddhaed

#/ * tagged — 💋 ( beware the redhead ) ic .#/ * tagged — 💋 replies .#( this is insanely funny also insane just insane )#( it's like a slumber party...gossip and complaining about boys isn't this great )#immobiliter #immobiliter / giselle .#and jack.#( it's like the incredibles bit where edna goes edna mode and other )

sera is in absolute bliss, slowly running down jack's hair and humming lightly. never bored, effortlessly entertained by jack's presence. she did wonder whenever was giselle going to show up and she did wonder outloud at some point. the night young for people like them, and sera wasn't even tired yet. her door opens and giselle comes in, and it's easy to see the moment sera lights up. smiles almost, but she can immediately tell something is off, the back and forth is cute. endearing almost. sera sits up then, feeling like she actually can move, untangling herself only slightly, enough to turn to giselle, still working at getting her shoes undone.

"oh cheri-" sera is quite aware that dave has things, a life, secrets, and as someone with secrets she has the knowledge that navigating life can get so difficult, but she can't help but feel annoyed on behalf of giselle. "-it's probably nothing. she's probably no one." it probably is something, if it was nothing then giselle would have an answer by now, sera turns to jack, looking at him, pointing back at giselle with her eyes. a very subtle cry for help, more than an invitation to join in and get involved. "if anything, you know him well. how he is." she isn't trying to be dismissive, she is simply trying to redirect her emotions into something more productive, to diffuse the angry feelings. but sera, in the heart of it all, is nosy, curious. she wants to know more, and maybe that will help. but if not. then, sera might have some other ideas in mind. she waits for giselle to take her shoes off. trying to gauge the situation a bit more before deciding "-come, you can talk some more after we get you all nice and comfortable."

calisources

ROYAL, FANTASY ROMANCE AND SPICE. all these quotes and sentences are taken from different sources as well some made by myself. change pronouns and places and names as you see fit. some of these are heavy with tension or sexual intention, though nothing too graphic, but you are warned some of these are full of spice and forbidden romance. if you have more suggestions, send them to me and i will add them to this post.

ACTIONS AND SCENARIOS. add +reverse to change the roles.

(royal ball): our muses dance at a royal ball.

(captive in the tower): sender is held captive and receiver helps save them.

(arranged marriage): our muses are thrown together into an arranged marriage.

(childhood betrothal): arranged to wed since being children, our muses finally meet days before the wedding.

(ward): send is a ward at the receiver's house/home.

(stolen kiss): sender kisses receiver before a battle, away from prying eyes.

(mystery knight): sender is unknown at court and receiver wants to know them further.

(secrets): our muses are together in a secret relationship as their families wouldn’t approve.

(brother’s keeper): sender is receiver’s brother's best friend. Sender has been harboring a crush since they met.

(taken): sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck.

(horse ride): there is only one horse trope, our muses have to ride together.

(guard): sender is made receiver’s guard and they have to travel/spend time together.

(no one is here to help): receiver is taken to sender as their captive.

(aftermath): after a battle/war, sender and receiver reunite thinking the other was dead.

(my prince): sender falls for receiver, who is the realm’s prince/princess.

(tourney): sender gives the receiver their favor during a tournament.

(piece of me): sender ties a piece of cloth on receiver’s hand to wrap around a wound.

(you left): sender left receiver years ago, now reunited, receiver is upset.

(last kiss): unsure if they will see each other again, sender kisses the receiver before distracting enemies so receiver can escape.

(under my protection): sender proclaims himself receiver’s protector while receiver is traveling/captive.

(starcrossed): our muses find out they have to marry other people and they reunite at night.

(we were in love once): our muses were together in a relationship in their youth and now see each other after years.

(my castle is yours): sender pledges their castle as a fortress to keep the receiver safe.

(gentle touch): sender heals the receiver of their wounds and inevitably grows close.

(magic): receiver is a being of magical properties and sender finds themselves enthralled by them.

(my paramour): receiver becomes sender’s mistress.

(the bane of my existence): our muses never got along and yet, they harbor feelings for one another after a heated argument.

(maze): our muses lose their guards in a maze and they find each other alone.

(it was always you): our muses are childhood friends about to get married.

(to make peace): from opposite houses, our muses are now married to bring peace.

(corner): behind a corner of the great hall, sender corners receiver after seeing them dance with someone else.

(advisor): receiver works as an advisor for sender, despite objection around court.

(rags to riches): receiver is a bastard now made legitimate and people around the realm came to meet them. Sender is one of them.

(at your service): receiver is a lady in waiting/personal guard to sender’s sibling and a romance develops.

(saved): sender is saved by receiver, who is a healer/witch.

SENTENCES AND QUOTES:

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”

“He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.”

“Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.”

“I want you—but I don’t want this."

“Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.”

“There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.”

“I will not share you."

“Well, princess, let’s see what you’re made of.”

“She added the flowers and incense to help mask your own scent.”

“Your eyes betray you. Your body even responds to mine no matter that you’re angry. You want me.”

“He is my ruin. My complete and utter devastation.”

“Just how long have you been sticking it to the girl who’s like a little sister to us?”

“There’s a certain sort of beauty in submission.”

“My story hasn’t been written yet, but I know it begins with you.”

“You will love this man. Do you understand? You will love him, serve him, and obey him in all things. This is your duty to me and to France. Am I clear?’

“She didn’t need a man. She wanted one.”

“Your wish is my command, my queen.”

“It is legal because I wish it.”

“Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.”

“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”

“Do you really want to put yourself through this? Is loving me really enough to endure everything you have to just to be with me?"

“Make no mistake.You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.”

“But perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me."

“I cannot come with you, my prince.”

“This woman was consuming him, bit by bit.”

“Call him. Claim him. Speak his Name. Make him thine before all others.”

“You are the harbor of my soul’s journeying.”

“We love what we love. We don’t need to justify it to anyone… not even to ourselves.”

“To love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.”

“The heart is neither given nor stolen. The heart surrenders.”

“Give yourself to me.”

“I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your man to serve.”

“I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?”

“Marriage is a marriage- love or arranged. Both require the same level of commitment.”

“We are trapped by convention and must marry another.”

“We had both accepted the unwritten rule of arranged marriage: love, if it arrived at all, would bloom with time.”

“Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.I don’t know how to be without you.”

“We were doomed from the start. A lost cause. A losing battle.”

“Mr. Larsen, if you make me cry at my own coronation ball, I’ll never forgive you.”

“You are my very own forbidden fruit.”

“I’m scared, but I’d rather have one real day with you than a lifetime of misguided security.”

“And you, are mine.”

“You think a courtship and a hunt are two separate things. They are not.”

“I will share him with you, I cannot lose him.”

“Why must you resist me so dearly? When you tremble under my touch?”

“You must be made of magic itself. Your touch is warm.”

“One day, I will be able to leave you.”

“Did he touch you? Did you enjoy the way he held you across the room?”

"I will be your husband. I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means?"

“And why, pray tell, should I make it easy?'

"You are the bane of my existence--and the object of all of my desires. Night and day I dream of you."

"I did not ask for this--to be plagued by these feelings."

“I have loved you at every dance, on every walk, and every time we've been together. You must feel it in your heart, because I do."

“Because,by the time I’m done, prayer is the only thing that is going to save you.”

“Suppose I told everyone that I had seduced you.”

“You’re not planning to refuse me, are you?”

'Tell me if I do anything you don't like.”

“Say you do not care for me. Tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away.”

“I am a gentleman. My father raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.”

“If I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity, and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps.”

“I have never met anyone like you. It is maddening, how much you consume my very being.”

“That scent. It has remained imprinted on my mind ever since that night of the conservatory ball on that terrace. Lilies.”

“I desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night because I want you."

“You’re the center of a star, and the force of gravity keeps pulling me closer, and I don’t give a damn that I’m about to be incinerated.“

“Whatever bad thing happened to you, it hasn’t made you less beautiful. There’s beauty in darkness, too.”

“I belong to you. Only you…I’ll always be yours. No matter what.”

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𝕊𝔼𝕏, 𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ & 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℚ𝕌𝔼𝔼ℝ & 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕂𝕐 𝕄𝕌𝕊𝔼𝕊

bold what does apply to your muse, italicize what applies in sometimes / some verses, strike through what never applies & leave regular what's indifferent to your muse!

♡ SEXUALITY: queer / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / omnisexual / asexual / androsexual / demisexual / fluid / non-labelled / graysexual / gynesexual / homosexual / monosexual / polysexual

♡ GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender / intersex / gender-nonconforming / transmasc / transfemme / transman / transwoman / nonbinary / gender-fluid / genderqueer / agender / demi-girl / demi-boy / bigender / pangender / omnigender / two-spirit

♡ DATING PREFERENCES: monogamous / ethically nonmonogamous / monogamish / relationship anarchy / open relationships / polyamorous / doesn't date / dates casually

♡ ATTACHMENT STYLE: secure / anxious preoccupied / dismissive avoidant / fearful-avoidant / disorganised

♡ SEXUAL INCLINATIONS: sex favourable / sex adverse / sex indifferent / hypersexual / sex-repulsed / bottom / top / versatile / vers bottom / vers top / service top / power bottom / stone top / pillow princess / submissive / dominant / switch / brat / baby girl/boy / soft dom / pleasure dom / caregiver

♡ LOVE LANGUAGES / STYLES: words of affirmation / quality time / acts of service / receiving gifts / physical touch / activity / appreciation / emotional / financial / intellectual / physical / practical

♡ PHYSICAL ACTS OF INTIMACY: holding hands / kissing / cuddling / massages / bathing together / washing partner's hair / skin on skin contact / forehead kisses / playing under the table (e.g. hand on thigh, footsy etc) / playing with partner's hair / playful tickling / seeking them out in bed to hold / eye contact / reading singing to your partner / being read sung to / napping together / couch cuddles while doing separate activities (head in lap etc)

♡ KINKS & TURN ON'S: dirty talk / quiet in bed / loud in bed / having hands pinned / pinning partners hands / having hair pulled / pulling partners hair / being watched / watching their partner / voyeurism / receiving oral sex / giving oral sex / receiving penetration / giving penetration / praise kink / biting / marking up your partner / being marked up / impact play / edge play / teasing / being teased / using toys on their partner / having toys used on them / choking / being choked / being restrained / restraining their partner / shibari / breeding kink / piss kink / worshipping their partner / being worshipped / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / pegging / being pegged / frotting / face sitting / dom/sub dynamics / DDLG dynamics / aftercare / anal / bdsm / light bondage / outdoor sex / sensory deprivation / roleplay / rough sex / threesomes / wax play / sensory play (eg. pinwheels etc) / knife play / blood play / caging / cbt / sounding / collars / exhibitionism / rimming / pet play / dressing up for partner / partner dressing up for them / daddy kink / mommy kink / master/slave dymanics

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Sera's remark earned her a sardonic smile in response; as if it hadn't been Jack's idea in the first place to set their sights on this town in particular ( it had technically been Giselle's lead and he'd simply picked this one out of three options, but that wasn't the point ). Rifling through a lady's dressing room in one of the richer houses had been all Sera, of course — Jack's eye was drawn more towards the fort that loomed large and intimidating over the town, knowing that these places usually had a vault or underground tunnels of some sort. If Giselle had identified it as a port of pecuniary promise, then there must have been more than just this awaiting them. Ignoring the instruction to keep watch at the door, Jack wandered over to one of the windows, looking out onto the street below, the stone walls of the fort towering over it all.

“ Dress up or dress down? ” His gaze playfully lingered on her, before cocking his head thoughtfully. “ You know, while you were busy acquiring those, ” he pointed a finger at her ring of keys, “ I overheard some compelling chatter at the docks. Turns out, a fortnight ago, a French frigate was seized off these shores by the Spanish navy. Rumour is, the contents of said privateer's hold was left in the fort over there for safekeeping. ” Jack nodded in a placating manner at the first dress Sera had acquired from the lady's wardrobe. “ As nice as those frocks are, darling, I think the true prize is in there. ”

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she feels the expensive fabrics between her hands, not too upset at jack not doing what she asked, this felt like heaven, excitement runs through her and the smile she gets in return feels nice. there's value in things other's would dismiss, and sera is rather picky about what she takes. her smile turns into a smirk. saving the idea of playing dress down for later, when they didn't necesarily were in the middle of something. but the thought is there. she rummages through the different pieces, making sure it was all in one piece but slows down, way down as jack talks. telling what he overheard. and sera is the curious kind. she can't help it.

her mind is awful imaginative, and maybe someone could see the glint behind her eyes as her mind conjures the imagery of real treasure, what a lady deserves. things that sparkles, that glisten. it's not hard then for her to come back down. she bites down on her bottom lip. it was true after all that there were few things that mantained sera driven. and the promise of treasure was one of them. now that was true heaven. "oh." it's a small inquisitive sound. a fort. "-i like the sound of that." she doesn't put the dress down. sera did go through all that trouble. it's obvious then that there's definitely some sense of security looking over the fort. whatever they had to do, well, they had to get creative. "i suppose you are already have a working idea on how to get our hands on said prize." she puts the dress down, if only momentarily, to make her way to him, hands on his chest. she can't help herself, getting all touchy. it helps her think.

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SHE LICKS BLOOD OFF HER FINGERS AND SHE LOOKS LIKE DIVINE ABSOLUTION. CAREFUL MELEAGER; THIS IS YOUR SPORT BUT SHE'S NOT PLAYING A GAME. DO NOT THINK YOU ARE SAFE BECAUSE YOU LOVE HER. DO NOT THINK SHE WILL NOT STAIN HER MOUTH RED WITH YOUR BLOOD TOO.

indepedent / highly selective / highly private rp blog for seraphine "redd" de la cour inspo. taken from the potc ride and written as an oc.

The concern didn't leave his face, but Jack's dark eyes did soften a little as she spoke, the ghosts of a smile playing on the edges of his lips. She seemed to have relaxed a little in his arms, at least, which was a good sign — and Jack was perfectly content to remain that way a little longer until her impulsivity shifted his trail of thought completely. It was just the one kiss, brief and gentle, if decisive, but one kiss was all it took to awaken the memory of the last time her lips were on his, the last time her hands were on him, and all of the need and desire perfectly shaped for her and her alone, laying dormant in his body for the past month or so as he awaited her return.

He knew in that moment that she didn't want food, or drink; she wanted him, and Jack hesitated a little as he drew back. Billy. It would not have marked the first time that his eyes had strayed from the latest object of his affections whenever Sera was physically close, but Billy was different, Billy had been a part of their plan to leave Hawkins from the start, Billy should have been here when she returned and been a part of it, but she'd arrived so unexpectedly that he was still at work, would be for another few hours yet. He'd not told Sera in any of his letters that he and Billy were now dating, and nor had he thought he'd needed to have a frank conversation yet with Billy about how things might work once she returned from France. Things were still fragile and new between them; he hadn't wanted to jeopardise any of it.

But Sera needed him: that thought permeated his brain like a siren's call, and he was helpless to resist it. Jack reached for her hands that were around his neck and guided her over to the couch. He sat down first, before reaching for her hips and pulling her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her once more. Her favourite seat. Enough to placate her for the moment, he hoped.

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it's this thing where she feels safe, when she doesn't have to put on a face. jack just knows, and she let's him take her hands, guide her to the couch. it makes it all worth it, the insanity of hopping on a plane and then arriving here without a word. it's the warm quiet understanding that sera was so deeply looking for. and jack gets it. he really does. she's missed him. and sera doesn't entirely enjoy being so dependent on someone, but she can almost dismissive of it, they've gone through so much more than what people have even gone through in their entire lives, it pulls her out of her thoughts, out of her fears and worries and she simply melts into him. touch gentle, and quiet. her head leans in, settles on his chest and just breaths. her hand on his shoulder. running her fingers. heartbeat quiet enough for her to hear.

"france was lovely..." she starts, drawing tiny shapes on him. "-but i did miss this." sera presses a tiny kiss on his jaw. doesn't mean to get so sentimental but she is, and then decides to indulge. because when isn't she indulging? kisses him then, slowly, licking into his lips. hands turn to hold him gently. breaks the kiss if only to kiss the tip of his nose. kisses him again, over and over, slowly getting carried away.

How does the character define the concept of family? Who do they consider to be part of their "family" apart from their biological relatives?

i think with sera, it comes down to that distinction between her life before her freedom and life after...i've sorta been writing against other characters that have known her for a bit, outside from these specifics sera is very distrusting and dismissive of people. it's hard for anyone to get to that point in being close to her that she would deem someone her family, so it comes down to that how long have they been with her, what have they done that has sorta proven to her that in her head it's not just someone else but a bond, she has a contrasting perception of what family is. on one hand, she does know the love of a father, she does know what a having a brother and a sister is like, and the only reason she left in the first place was because she was sent away, those bonds sort of broke but she knows what it feels like, what they can look like. but to her family is her safe space, is not having to hide behind any of her facades, is people who do not want something out of her.

there's specifically two people she considers her family, that anyone she meets outside of those two kinda have to measure up to them and pass the test even and it's giselle and dave, giselle by virtue of earning herself the title of life partner knowing her when she was arried helping out carry her escape plan but also being in the place she calls home and taking care of it, dave being the one man who provided this space in the first place and who has sort of provided protection and overseeing of the true anchor in sera's life. that's her family, the ones who are reliable and set in stone, who know the truth behind her. i think on a technically jack could sort of sneak in, since he checks a couple of the requirements but i think their whole thing is like this secret third thing that is difficult to even put into concepts and thoughts and it's still different from her dynamic with giselle and dave. in a way, doing all this reckless shit ends in her finding her people and her spot in the world kinda.

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⠀⠀⠀𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ♡

⠀⠀⠀below you will find 20 creative questions about family designed to deepen your character building. such questions can also be used as ask meme or pov starters.

What is the dynamic of the character's family? Are they close and united or distant?

Who is the most influential figure in the character's life within the family?

Does the character have siblings? If so, how is their relationship with them?

What is the character's favorite family tradition and why is it significant?

How does the character deal with family conflicts? Do they avoid them or face them directly?

Does the character have a parental role model or do they prefer to chart their own path?

What is the character's most memorable childhood memory involving the family?

How does the character behave at family gatherings? Are they sociable or more reserved?

What did the character learn from their parents or relatives that influenced their adult life?

Are there any family secrets in the character's past that still affect them today?

Does the character maintain old family traditions or seek to innovate and create new ones?

How has the relationship between the character's parents or guardians shaped their beliefs and values?

Is the character more like a specific family member? How is this reflected in their personality?

What is the character's relationship with their grandparents? Do they play an active role in their life?

Does the character feel pressure to meet family expectations? How do they deal with it?

How would the character describe their childhood in terms of family support and love?

Is the character's family traditional or more open to different lifestyles?

Has the character ever had a serious disagreement with a family member? How did this affect their relationship?

How does the character define the concept of family? Who do they consider to be part of their "family" apart from their biological relatives?

How does the character feel about their role in the family? Do they take on responsibilities, do they seek to be the link between the members or do they prefer a more independent approach? How does this influence their identity within the family?