I find myself missing you quite terribly.

❛ &, so, wearily so, I continue my studies, with nowhere else left to go. ❜ Lemony Snicket roleplay account. Affiliated with anunfortunateroleplay, an open roleplay group. Please read Rules + About before following. Written by Eris.

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o hey look i’m back also i may or may not be changing lem’s fc to ma.tt bo.mer  thanks to @protagoniistic and @wickedlilrabbit kbye

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&& @protagoniistic ;;

        Never been the best at speaking with others. Always told by his mentor that he needed to learn when to speak & when not to, & many a time did the Snicket lad get in trouble for the words he stated, eventually leading to his learning not to speak much at all. One woman pulled his secretive tongue freed, & she would eventually leave him, too. This girl, however, is not the woman. Even with similarly coloured hair, the eyes & stature, any & all about the young girl differed from the woman. That proved one thing entirely, she wasn’t her daughter. So, the only other choice for a girl of this age, without the red hair of mycologist, or the dark hair of the poet, leaves only the last of the young girls he knew. 

     ❛ The saviour, then. Last of the unknown, research proves the information yet the face differs from the facts given before. Books hold a much more valuable truth in them, yet the tales of your heroics from the world I come appears to hold false knowledge of the land. Granted, I’ve known long since before, seeing as though I’ve been here before. Though, being trapped in a cell for such a period of time differs opinions of a reality. Particularly a prison I’d not entered willingly. ❜

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Vincent ;;

          ❛ Oh. ❜     He still doesn’t understand the nature of it all, especially     since his dad’s answers are quite different than the ones     his ‘Aunt’ Moxie was telling him. But Vincent is sure there     must be a logical explanation to that. After all, why would     his father ever lie to him?           ❛ Is that issue sex then? Cause I asked this to Auntie           Moxie & she said it was by sex but she would’t tell           me what that was! She just said to ask you! So what           is it exactly? ❜

          ❛ ... Did she? ❜

    &&, that equals out to him deciding it might be best to     have a talk with a miss Moxie Mallahan, considering     these are topics that a boy should only ask of his parents     about. Granted, he means more so Beatrice, rather     than himself.

         ❛ ... Yes. You see.. if a man were to.. initiate any           sort of connection with a woman while she was           in a state of undress, as was he, & he did not           possess a proper protective source with him,           that is likely to force the woman into carrying a           child. Unless, she were to initiate the connection,           in which case, it’s usually her choice. Though,           either way, it is a connection that should not be           done without some form of permanent commitment           first. ❜

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Vincent ;;

        Confusion is clear on the boy’s features, tilting his head         slightly to the side. After all, weren’t storks just simple birds         with large beaks? Why would they be the reasons that         children were brought to this earth? More & more questions         ran through Vincent’s mind &, thus, he decides to ask his         ‘dad’ more questions.             ❛ But… they’re just birds! How can they be the reason             babies are made?! ❜

           ❛ Birds are skillful creatures. ❜

    He wanted to stop, && tell the boy the reality of the situation.     Though, many would argue that Vincent is far too young to     learn of such heavy adult topics. Well, not really heavy     adult topics, but things he shouldn’t take part in until he’s     living on his own, preferably far enough so Lemony would     never have to hear the actions. Though, once the one lie     was shown, others flowed through, though, mixed in with     a sense of truth, as well.

          ❛ Though, adults create the issues that make the            birds have to carry them, in the first place. &&,            sometimes teenagers. ❜

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Moxie ;;

            ❛ Snicket? ❜   She quickly turns to face him, one hand upon her hat to   ensure that it wouldn’t fall while doing so. Something has   gotten him excited, & Moxie is more than happy to listen   to it. Unless if it involved a Miss. Ellington Feint, of course,   but even then she’d try her best to appear interested &   not completely jealous of the girl. Luckily for her, however,   it isn’t about Ellington, but about Hangfire–the man she   had been helping him track down & defeat.             ❛ It’s most certainly interesting, that’s for sure. If             it isn’t just a check out thing for a book, of course.             But, if it is an associate of Hangfire… why would             they just leave it there for it to be found? Perhaps             they’re apart of your organization, Snicket, & they’re             trying to get into contact with you. After all, I haven’t             ever met anyone with those initials here. ❜

           ❛ That’s the thing, those in my organization wouldn’t try             to contact me, they’d look for my chaperone. Though,             finding me would be the smarter choice, if they knew I’d             go against her wishes && search for the answers myself,             but there doesn’t appear to be any form of code here we’d             have been taught. ❜

    Opening the book, careful as to not break the already fragile binding,     Lemony moves straight to the page he’s looked over many a time     before. Granted, he’d still have preferred not involving Moxie in any     of this, but the further into his investigations he’d gone, the more he     realised she was right; he couldn’t possibly do this alone. He needed     her help if he were to get to the bottom of this mystery, especially with     the great lack of help he received from his chaparone. 

          ❛ If it were my organization, the meeting place wouldn’t be so            plainly written. There’d be a code, somewhere. &, I looked            through some documents from other libraries I’d been to. Not            now, of course, but if I recall correctly, the format for how a            library list is entirely different than the format of this. This is            almost like.. in one of my classes, they showed a means of            distinguishing a serious note from one from, say, a lovesick            schoolgirl. This is written as the example lovesick schoolgirl,            but not something that should be taken seriously. But, the ink            isn’t at all faded, even with the fire having scorched a great            deal of the pages. So, that has to mean it’s a high quality ink,            was the quality of ink here of such high quality? ❜

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Vincent ;;

                        "Dad? I have a question."           His arms lay across the table, legs swinging as he looks           at his 'dad' reading. Well, he better ask now or else he'll           never get an answer.                         "Where do babies come from?"

         Now, Lemony isn't really one who believes that children should            learn anything through lies or fables. In fact, he believes children            should only have direct honesty, as how else are they expected            to grow? Yet, somehow, he just simply couldn’t help what came          from his mouth. Perhaps it is simply a reflex obtained y adults          when young children ask such questions, but somehow, Lemony          doubted he' learn the reality anytime soon.

            ❛ ... Storks. ❜

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                                                                   && mallahanreporter ;; 

             ❛ Moxie! ❜

   He hurries over to her side, a black book in his hand. Not his    own, no, but rather something he’d found in his search, in the    rubble of what once was the library of Stain’d-by-the-sea.    Found it not too long ago, really, && decided now was the best    time to bring it up to his acquaintance.

            ❛ So, I believe I may have found an important clue in the              investigation. This is fairly damaged due to the fire, but,              there’s still some pieces that can be made out. Particularly,                there’s a name here. Well, a piece of a name. More like              initials. B. C., to be precise. &&, there’s a date under as              well. It might be nothing but a registry of those who took              out books, but it could mean something else as well.              These could be Hangfire’s initials, but, at the same time,              most likely not. As, why would Hangfire just leave his              initials anywhere someone could find them? So, I’m              thinking, this must be an associate of his. &&, if we find              this associate, maybe, we can find Hangfire. ❜

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Updated my rules & my about. Be sure to check them out! 

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eventually, I’ll redo the theme/about/rules & whatnot but first things first hello lem muse

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                                                       && protagoniistic​ ;; Hideaway

            It was a wonder to have been freed. Truly, my eyes hadn’t lain upon the              brightness of day in such a very long while, the fact I could walk in the             light or breathe the fresh air is a wondrous feeling indeed. The light of             day, the scent of the trees, even with their nettlesome complaints of             others in their land. 

         I’ve truly lost count of the days I was locked away, years, according to             one of those who freed me from the confinement of my cell. Moved a few             times, I was, but never without coverage over my head, nor without being             dragged along under close watch of the Count. I’d been trapped, & as such,             I truly believed I’d remain as such for the rest of my days. However few or             many there might have been, the thought alone was upsetting. But, then, I             was freed by the woman, & afterwards, she said I may leave if I desire; on             account of my being unable to tell who allowed my freedom.             Freedom had become such an illogical belief, yet, now, here it is. &, now,             I may fulfill what my original intentions of returning to this world were. Finally,             I may find my own way of undoing the horrid crimes placed against me by             none other than Count Olaf himself, &, find my way back home. &, while I              had arrived to find my sister as well, with the news I had received prior..             it seems as if that may never occur. Perhaps it is what would be best. After             all, what could I provide for her, let alone her unborn child.              Then, a voice comes to my attention. Young, certainly. Perhaps not too             much older than my dear Beatrice’s daughter. Certainly not in appearance             when I turn & view her countenance. For certain, this must be her, the              very true saviour of the story itself. 

                           ❛ Alice Kingsleigh, I presume? The true saviour. My                            name is Lemony Snicket. I’m searching for information                            on various people, & was to meet with her Majesty some                            time ago. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. ❜

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Tag: v; la femme Name: Limony Snicket Age: 39-49 Alias: mainly;  Minty Kensicle Desc: Same as any verse she’d be part of, only with Lemony as a woman (Limony)

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updated blog list of actually sorta active blogs; (only gonna list my indie/semi-indies on this, under cut is group ones with links to the groups, bc y’all should tots think about joining them y’know)

Indie/Semi-indie (Open rpgs y’know. Generally the RPG I run with Chloe, aka AnUnfortunateRoleplay!) 

Mallymkun (The Dormouse) [Main account]

Quigley Quagmire (The Cartographer) [semi-hiatus]

Lemony Snicket (The Author) [Hiatus]

Count Olaf (The Despicable) [Active]

Sansa Stark (The bird wolf.) [Hiatus]

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protagoniistic:

Tagged by protagoniistic

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

10 Questions: [ Alice ]

1. What is your favourite word?

    —— ❝Knowledge.❞

2. What is your least favourite word?

         ❝Loss.❞

3. What turns you on?

        ❝Nothing, as I've no switch to turn or twiddle.❞

4. What turns you off?

          ❝Those who believe they've earned a right to speak when all they say is frivolous dribble that causes rotten tastes in the mouths of those who've actually studied the topics to understand the exact meanings as to why.❞

5. What sound do you love?

        ❝Her heartbeat.❞

6. What sound do you hate?

          ❝Fire, or the reminder of her life torn away before her children grew to have families of their own..❞

7. What is your favourite curse word?

          ❝I do not use such terms. The closest I get is when referring to one as intellectually lacking.❞

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

         ❝Being in a good standpoint with the woman I loved, perhaps with a family of our own that I stay at home with and raised. That would have been a dream I'd have nightly if the nightmares would ever cease.❞

9. What profession would you not like to do?

         ❝My own.❞

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

         ❝She's been waiting for you.❞ 

Bonus Questions:

1. Something most people don’t know about you?

         ❝I did not commit the crime, or rather, I held part in it without my prior knowledge, but had no intentions of causing the damage done.❞

2. If you were one of the seven sins which would you be?

         ❝Envy.❞

3. What are some notable merits and flaws?

         ❝Merits would be the fact I am above average intelligence, but that is also a flaw. Flaws are many, such as how I was unable to save her from that horrid fire, or make sure she got to live happily with the husband she did have longer than she did. Worse yet, that I was unable to get to her children, or my siblings, before it was too late.❞

4. Sexual Preference?

         ❝Is that really a concern of an anonymous piece of paper filled with questions about my life?❞

5. What position do you sleep in?

           ❝With my back to the wall, kneeling over usually.❞

6. If you could change one thing about your life, what would it be?

         ❝She'd be alive, as would Bertrand.❞

7. What do you keep on your nightstand?

         ❝I no longer own a nightstand, but I used to keep a to- a flashlight on it as so I could see beyond the pitch black of the dark, should a large noise or large hungry bear break into my lodgings.❞

8. What do you think of your mun?

         ❝She seems a bit too interested in a life of my past that holds little meaning to her present.❞

9. What do you like best about yourself?

         ❝I knew well enough to not intrude in her happy life with her family.❞ 

10. Favorite flavor of Ice cream?

         ❝Root Beer.❞

11. Do you watch the sunset or sunrise?

         ❝Both are beautiful pieces of nature, yet neither hold much use to watch, as it will happen everyday. Unless the world decides to end in which the sun and moon would freeze in place and never again move until the sun burns the Earth alive. Otherwise, they are calming.❞ 12. Dogs or Cats?     —- ❝Cats. Black ones with a scent much resembling that of a terribly disgusting beverage known as coffee.❞

10 tagged muses:

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{ Apprentice; }:

            ❝You make it sound as if you just don’t want to explain               it or you just don’t have enough time to when you word               it like that, Snicket. I mean, you don’t have to if you               don’t want to, but if it’s about the whole time thing…               I think we have some.❞ She crosses her arms, leaning back into her chair as she looks over at her godfather. The only reason Violet had even found out about any of this was due to her digging through his stuff because of boredom of her not having any assignments and came across some letters—one of which was 200 pages long and she doubted that could be counted as one— between him and her mother. Though it had taken her a couple of months to question him about them and now Violet listened carefully as he finally explained what exactly her mother’s and his relationship had been.             ❝A hayride on bark…? That must’ve been seriously                uncomfortable to have laid on. Okay, how badly               did it end? Was the fact you two were laying on               that kinda of stuff led to it? That is… actually               really sweet, wow. As for the whole ‘almost               thirteen’ thing, I can’t really judge in that               factor, I’m still in love with someone I met when               I was fourteen almost fifteen.❞ Perhaps Violet was a bit too judgmental with the whole ‘hayride on bark’ thing, but that did seem seriously uncomfortable to her and she couldn’t imagine her mother liking that too much. Of course, it was unknown to her about the circumstances it was under, giving there was no letter she could’ve read about it. So Violet just kicked her feet up, resting them on the top of the table as she waited for her godfather to begin talking again and answer her questions.

            ❝Perhaps that is simply how I mean it to be. A difficult               reasoning for a difficult past of which the difficulty only               ever increases due to circumstances beyond our control.❞ It certainly wasn't comfortable, but it was also a lie. It wasn't really bark, and the hayride wasn't really meant to be as romantic as it was. Ellington was a force not to be trusted, despite how much I had and continued to want trust every little breath that left her lips. I suppose the demise to our relationship should have been clear to me back then, yet it wasn't. It was never so simple between us. The question was if Violet could understand. The answer is, I'm sure she could. After all, she is a clever apprentice.              ❝It was, but it's also not true. She was part of a plot. A                very dark plot that involved the burning of a school, a               house belonging to a non-existent man covering the                trail of a very existing man whom possessed ways far               more dangerous and cruel who's trechary could easily               rival and defeat that of Count Olaf, and a library. Of                course, my associates helped quite a bit. We were able               to save the books, only several, but not the most important               of the bunch. That was partially my fault, but also El---               Beatrice's. The villain had kidnapped her father, you see.                Much like you, she'd do anything to save her family. Even               such terrible things as start a fire. Much of her time was               spent lying to me, really. Perhaps the symbolism of the               end of our relationship should have been clear to me then.                I could have listened to Moxie and avoided the heartbreak,               yet I couldn't stop myself from solving the mystery. Ignoring               the mystery goes against everything we were taught, from               the day they tattooed this symbol on our ankles.❞

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            ❝It's... rather difficult to explain the exact reality of our               relationship.❞ For me, at least. Sure, many reminders of my love exist still. Her daughter is no exception to the fact. I am one who understands her wishes particularly well. If I were in her place, however, I wouldn't have tried as hard to find my siblings as she. I knew they'd be able to rescue themselves. Only, now they're both gone, as I was just a  smidgen too late, a phrase which here means "was caught behind while documenting the Baudelaires', too much so that I was unable to rescue my elder siblings from their misfortunes that stole their lives from them." Violet deserves the truth, however. No matter  how painful it may be to me to recall it, she is my love's daughter. She deserves to know what Beatrice and I went through, for better or for worse.             ❝It started with her father. Led to a hayride on bark. It               had ended a worse way than I could have imagined,               really. Though, what was to be expected. I was hardly               thirteen when we met, and the mystery of her.. That               mystery was worth more to solve to me than the original               assignment my chaperone and I were assigned to.❞ And, quite possibly, the only mystery that was worth solving. At least to my young mind. Solve the mystery of Ellington, all else would come together at last. Though, the end was far more different than I had planned. From her name to her reasons, all was far more different than I believed possible. 

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"Well, L, I did tell you that your plan of choosing the last chaperone on the list would backfire. Though I am sorry to hear that you’re being treated so poorly."

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"The only good thing thus far is that I've managed to help several people. Of course, she took all credit for it and made my job significantly harder by always doing the wrong thing. She is literally making me wish returning the instructor wasn't against regulations. I suppose that is why her hair is so big, it's full of stolen recognition." I scoff. Honestly, the idea that the woman is anything but self centered if entirely lost on my mind. "Or perhaps it's due to the oversized portion of her head itself. Like the Queen of Hearts in Alice in Wonderland. Just a big headed dolt." 

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"'Snicket, go clean the room. Snicket, go fix me dinner. Snicket, go fix my car. Snicket, get me my gas mask. Snicket, go be useful.' Last I checked, I'm the only one being useful on these missions."