#hopeandlimerence

[shcrpwits]

( ( Billy The Kid; closed starter - to @hopeandlimerence )

Through making connections and seeing ads in the newspaper for needed employment, he decided to take the offer to work at a family’s stable, cleaning stalls and caring for the horses, or working on anything they wanted the twenty-one-year-old to do. At least he was able to get a job while he was on the run, he needed more money in his pocket and this seemed to be a good option for him.

It was his first day on the job and the infamous outlaw was already regretting taking the offer. He knew he would get better pay working as a hired gun and would probably get nicer people to work for. He already had to deal with the wealthy family that owned the place. They were complete assholes to him, making snarky comments and seeing him as lesser. It was common, among rich families to act that way, but maybe his optimism that his boss would be nice was his downfall. He felt cheated, in a way.

He was glad to get away from the family, to be in almost complete silence as he brushed down the horses, fed them, and cleaned the stalls.

Billy was brushing down the last horse when he heard the door to the barn creak open and footsteps coming his way. He looked up, already dreading it, he hated acting nice to this family that was the opposite towards him, but his mom always told him that he shouldn’t get down to their level. To always talk to someone with kindness, even if they aren’t kind to you back. Sometimes it worked in his favor, and sometimes it didn’t.

He cleared his throat, still brushing down the horse and giving it a small pat on the side of their face. He glanced at the person who walked in, noting that it was a woman, who headed over to where he was.

“What do you need, ma’am?” he couldn’t ignore the slightly annoyed tone in his voice, even if he did try his best to be kind. 

[magaprima]

@hopeandlimerence

“Of course, I had heard about your....experiences. An excommunication is something that spreads like....well, hellfire in these circles. The only silver lining of my own...excommunication was that our High Priest at the time was not fond of gossip and kept things....quiet. He didn’t want to know that any member of his church had fallen for a mortal as I had, you see,” ‘Mary’ gave an empathetic smile to the other witch, before continuing, “But I hadn’t heard that you’d...had a child with the mortal” A half-breed, Lilith almost said, though she caught herself in time, “A child who is half-witch and half-mortal....I thought there was only one. The daughter of Edward Spellman. But now...apparently, there are two. How....remarkable” 

Especially as the Dark Lord had told Lilith that Sabrina was...unique. 

[riddl3r]

@hopeandlimerence //  i’m not sure this is legal. (notice: ann not disapproving. just stating it might be illegal. XD)

❝It is certainly not legal!❞ Ed says in a playful tone, arms folded, a hand resting under his chin. For someone that has tried to play by the rules almost all his life, breaking the law is much more exciting than he ever anticipated. Cops are always concern about other people breaking the law  — whilst they get a free pass, of course —  especially if those other people had hurt one of their own. Never mind people that kill children, killing a cop is the most horrid thing one can do! And so they focus on catching that person for any reason, even if that is tax invesion. But of course, catching the Riddler would acquire them to have the minimum levels of average intelligence and competence, which GCPD simply does not have. Even so, getting away with it gives him such a thrill! ❝That is what makes it more fun! Do not tell me you have never done anything illegal.❞

[villaiiny]

for @hopeandlimerence muse: gr.imhilde | verse: modern

           “Men.”

The word was said with clear DISTASTE, her delicate fingers sliding over the stem of her goblet. Golden gown fell over her legs and reached the floor, and her very posture screamed royalty. Though the days of her queenship were far behind her, she still conducted herself as one. In a world still ruled by men, it was necessary.

            “You should not rely on them, Ann. They will only               serve as a disappointment.”

A vial filled with an ominous green liquid was pressed into her palm, a whisper of When you need it given, before she leaned back once more.

[warringpeace]

for @hopeandlimerence muse: e.rik | verse: pre-DoFP

              “I thought I made myself clear.”

There was no secret that he openly despised her kind. Humans would always fear them, Homo Superior, for the simple fact that they were odd. Powerful. Capable of feats that the human brain considered as myth. 

Ann could never understand what he and the Brotherhood would do, and any claim made against it was a form of gratification.

                                “There is nothing more we have to say to each other.”

[mysterieslookforme-blog]

@hopeandlimerence

Father had heard the days leading up to it that Lady Felicia’s friends were going to be in town and how she couldn’t wait to introduce them to him and Mrs. McCarthy. Any friend of hers was a friend of his. It really shouldn’t have surprised him that her friends were often the center of gossip even in their small town.

He didn’t expect either of them to show up to Mass, although he was not against it. He didn’t they should do anything for his or Lady Felicia’s sake, however, since Ann seemed to want to run out the door at his last amen.

Poor woman, with the world thinking they know her. It must be a hard life with people like that following her around.

As he was standing outside after Mass he stopped both of them as they were walking out. “You must be Lady Felicia’s friends.” Father said, in a way of explanation, “Father Brown. It was a pleasure to see you two at church.” He said sincerely with an equally sincere smile.

[warringpeace]

@hopeandlimerence:

👀 yo @warringpeace let’s actually do this with any of your muses

          -- let’s see....who’s a diva, a drama queen, and wouldn’t mind              some healthy competition to be in the spotlight?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[untothisstorm]

starter for @hopeandlimerence​ !!

“This is going to be my first and last question about James Bond, I promise.” Naomi was good at keeping promises, especially ones related to sensitive and/or irritating subjects. The only reason why the question popped into her head in the first place was because the opening credits of Notorious were just ending, which naturally led to the question that every Cary Grant and James Bond fan wanted to know.

“Is it true that if your husband could choose any actor, dead or alive, to play Bond, he would choose Cary Grant? If you don’t have an answer, I’ll have to assume ‘yes’.” She said with a dopey grin, hoping that Ann would understand that the question was partially in jest. (That didn’t stop her from holding out hope for a serious answer.) Picking up the bowl of M&Ms, she offered it to Ann as if it were a bribe. “Every writer secretly wants their male hero to be played by him.”