#athamc

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closed starter for @athamc

VIVIENNE: is it weird that i’m craving for something you cook, but don’t want to see your face? VIVIENNE: like, i want to see you cooking, but just not your face?! VIVIENNE: asking for my sanity’s sake.

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BASED ON THIS — @athamc 

All Albert wanted was for the wedding to be done with so he could finally move on with his life. As much as it would have been nice to have a wife of his own choosing, he was no fool to believe such freedoms could be given to monarchs-to-be. His sister, Renee, was an isolated case who got lucky enough to marry for love. When his eyes glanced at her direction, her saw her very radiant and pregnant, arm affectionately linked with her doting husband’s. Albert was truly happy for Renee, as what could be expected from a loving twin, but a part of him couldn’t help but feel a twinge of self-pity. When Lady Charlotte placed her dainty hand on his arm, he shook all aberrant thoughts from his mind. The doors to the drawing room were pulled open. Their names were formally announced. The moment he walked into the room however, his eyes caught a face that cut all of his senses off. Freya. Seeing her after an eternity was a stab to the gut.

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sms ✉ ➳ cute bad-ass girl

FELIX: HOHOHOHO! This still feels like a dream come true. . .

FELIX: Saga is going on a date with me tomorrow~

FELIX: tell me i'm not dreaming pls asdFGHJKWIRRop

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life-ruiner starter for theon @athamc

❥ ･ﾟﾟ･｡ ⊰ ♛ ⊱ ･ﾟﾟ･｡ THEY WEREN’T READY. THINGS had happened unexpectedly for the both of them. They had settled down, because it felt like it was the right thing to do. Vivienne had thought that it’d work out. They could manage. They were both stepping up. Throughout the time they had been together, she had fallen for him. And that somehow became a motivation for her to persevere, despite how shaky things had been between them. She knew that there was regret on his part. He never failed to show how much he wanted to get out of this life. If he had a chance to get rid of her and their child, he would’ve probably jumped at that opportunity without hesitation. And somehow, that hurt like a bitch.

        “Can’t you just--just stop standing there with that stupid look on your face?!” she snapped. She loved him to death. She really did. But she was fed up at his coldness, and it made her feel like crap. Their situation was getting worst. Their distance was growing. They were becoming toxic. At some point, it was going to bite them in the ass; they’d end up hurting each other, and their child. 

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athamc replied to your post: i want to rp, but i don’t want to touch the...

i will remind u time and time again of that one spongebob episode where his house burned down bc he wouldnt do his essay

heto na po, ginagawa na po dkfjalshadkjf

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She used to be a freelance artist -- a painter who set up shop in sidewalks and city parks, wasting away her talent to do rough portraits of tourists, all for a quick buck. But then, the Second World War broke, and her little business crumbled with the occasional building that toppled from an air bomb. No one really wanted to purchase art when everyone barely had enough money for a loaf of bread. No one wanted to have their portraits done when a loved one was for forced to offer up their life, dreams, and aspirations as damage control for a war their own elected leaders started. Never had Evie thought she’d resort to this, but soon enough, she started selling her body as a means of survival. Prostitution was a legal and booming business in WW2, what with the war bringing droves and droves of military men starved from a woman’s touch. Evie preferred it over the confining life of a factory worker, and it was a good enough job to pay the bills. It didn’t take her long to gain regulars. She had an allure to her that made it easy to have paying men begging at her feet.

Waiting languidly against a pillar, Evie saw them pour into the brothel in flocks. By them, I meant the military men -- all rambunctious, arrogant, and proud -- dressed to impress in their military frocks. Evie pushed her breasts up so their tops spilled from her awfully tight corset, which their madame required her to wear ( as if her waist wasn’t naturally tiny enough ). She then raised a compact mirror to her face and touched up her lipstick, a vivid Ravish Me Red -- a shade of red, which in her time, the prudish could never dare wear out in public. She clicked the compact shut with the puckering her lips. With a sheer stroke of luck, she was able to catch the eye of one of the tall, handsome fellows who had just come in. She brought out her most enticing smile. Batted her lashes for effect. Hithered him over with a manicured finger. She looked like a nymph on the outside, but all she really cared for was that he paid well enough for a day’s meals. // @athamc

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i cANT CHOOSE WE HAVE SO MUCH SHIPS????? But Renee & Theon and/or Albert & Freya (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

BASED ON THIS! @athamc

RENEE & THEON

1. Made the first move: Renee

2. The big spoon: Theon (although Renee likes to play big spoon at times bc she’s Renee lmao)

3. The little spoon: Renee

4. The cuddler: Renee

5. Cries during movies: Renee

6. More affectionate: Ummm ummm Renee??

7. Their favorite non-sexual activity: Having sex chz. Cuddling/watching movies/pigging out/doing anything in the Get Along Sweater!!

8. More nervous to meet the parents: Theon HAHAAHAHAHAHAHA

9. More protective/jealous: Theon is more protective, while Renee tends to get jealous more often lmao

10. Sneaks into the shower with the other in the mornings: Theon :))))

11. Initiates sexy times the most: Theon :))))))

12. Fuck or make love: Make love

13. Behind the wheel more often during road trips: Theon

14. Gives the silent treatment when they’re mad at each other: RENEE HAHAHAH

15. Reaches for the other’s hand first: Renee :(((((

16. Whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear at inappropriate times: Also Renee :((((((((((((((

17. Comes up with cheesy pick-up lines: Theon and Renee just shakes her head in disappointment “You’re a dork”  “But I’m your dork” lmfao

ALBERT & FREYA

1. Made the first move: Albert 

2. The big spoon: Albert 

3. The little spoon: Freya 

4. The cuddler: Freya HAHAHA 

5. Cries during movies: Freya??? 

6. More affectionate: Freya????????? 

7. Their favorite non-sexual activity: Going on adventures wherever?? 

8. More nervous to meet the parents: Freya, duH ASDFJGKASD 

9. More protective/jealous: uMM UMM both of them?? 

10. Sneaks into the shower with the other in the mornings: Freya :)))))))) 

11. Initiates sexy times the most: Umm ummmmm Freya :))))))))))))) 

12. Fuck or make love: Make looove 

13. Behind the wheel more often during road trips: Freya (bc gala af) 

14. Gives the silent treatment when they’re mad at each other: Freya???? 

15. Reaches for the other’s hand first: Albert :)))) 

16. Whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear at inappropriate times: Freya HAAHAHAHA 

17. Comes up with cheesy pick-up lines: Albertoo

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BASED ON THIS — @athamc

Coming fresh out of finals week, most of Andy’s friends had flown out the city to destress. Such frivolities were only for those who had cash to spare in their pockets, so Andy was unfortunately stuck at home. If anything, she liked feeling useful, so she spent her first week of summer scouring the classifieds for a job. The only hiring fit for her credentials was a maid in a rich area of the suburbs. Learning it paid more than the waitress stint she had last summer, she took it without a single moment’s hesitation. Today was her first day on the job. Donning the black-and-white maid uniform she had only seen prior in movies, she climbed the marble steps with a basket of freshly pressed clothes. Her first task was to deliver them to the mansion owners’ son. Andy could feel her could feel her heart ramming against her chest as she tapped on the door to his room. She had never met him before. How she hoped for him to be was nice. When a head of black curls peeked through the door, all air was sucked from her lungs. She knew him -- saw him around campus from time-to-time -- but she bet her life he didn’t know her. “Hi,” she mumbled timidly, lips in a sheepish smile and cheeks the color of her mother’s favorite lipstick. In her mind, she was trying her hardest to stop her poor heart from going on arrest. “I have your fresh laundry with me. May I come in, Sir?”