#imnotthesavior

[cryptidofficer]

Cont’d || @imnotthesavior​

          ❝ Can go either way, depends on which one you’re feelin’ more. ❞ A smile plays at his lips as he gives a casual shrug of his shoulders. 

          ❝ You sayin’ I could derive some divine knowledge through that drink? Damn, if only I’d known sooner. I’d be a master of judging someone’s character without even looking at ‘em. ❞ Brown eyes glimmer in amusement at the idea. ❝ Let’s just say for the sake of it that I’m talkin’ in metaphor. At least for this question anyway.  ❞

[nautilusfirstmate-blog]

celebrating the holidays on tumblr a little differently this year. in the past, i haven’t done a whole lot through my rp blogs to celebrate, and this year i wanted to change that. and what better way than to shine some light on the handful of rp partners i’ve had over the last 4 years that have made my time here so much better than it could’ve ever been without them?

please note there is no order to these, and i adore every one of the people i will be posting about to the max

12 Baes of Christmas

Sam aka @imnotthesavior @mommajxnes @drinksrum

This girl. Sam was one of the early people I met when I first joined the OUaT rp fandom. I’m pretty sure we joined within a couple months of each other, and we’ve been together ever since. Even if our interactions have been limited lately thanks life but I still love this girl to death. So much so that, despite recent canon developments, Killian and Liam I’s mother will always always always be named evelynn, and not alice. Although I don’t RP on Killian much anymore (read: once in a blue moon), the development in our verses will always be held onto because her Emma is just that important to him.

[chooseboth-a]

@imnotthesavior + cont.

      “Oh, maybe just once or twice.” Ruby grins from her perch on the arm of Emma’s chair, one long leg crossing smoothly over the other. “Please, forget about the cravings; with the way GRANNY’S been feeding you since she found out you’re having a baby? You’ll be lucky if it doesn’t come out superhuman.”

[thepiratehero-a]

@imnotthesavior wanted a psych au (room 133) starter.

It had been two months since the car accident and a month since the accident with the glass. At least that was what the staff were calling them. “Accidents” Nobody had any idea what really happened. And nobody had ever really asked. Though he wasn’t particularly talkative since then. He had remained silent in the psych unit of the hospital. Most of the time he was simply staring at the wall. The nurses had IV’s in him for his medications and food. It wasn’t as if he responded to any food they brought him.

The one thing that did surprise him was that Emma visited him every day. And he never understood why. Even though she didn’t always talk a lot. Sometimes she would just sit at his bedside and eat her lunch, or read. It continued to confuse him when she spent her days off there all day. It was as if she actually cared about him. And that was the most confusing thing about it. Nobody cared about him. At least. . . everyone who cared about him had been killed. 

When she came in he usually didn’t look up at her or even acknowledge that he knew she was there. But this time he did. When she sat in the chair next to him, he risked it and looked over at her. Though he didn’t say a word he had a feeling that his expression of confusion and curiosity would convey the question he wanted to ask. “Why was she there?”

[jollyrogerjones]

❛ we’ll always have yesterday. ❜

◢☸◣ There was a strange emptiness to her reassurance, as if she knew neither of them could possibly be content with memories of times so barely cherishable in their fragility. They had only just begun to respect one another for who they truly were, and to respect themselves over how they truly felt.

“Yes,” he responded with a weak smile, casting a furtive glance up toward her face. “There is always that.” His voice trailed off as if in wish of saying something more, but finding himself woefully unequipped for words; months later and this woman continued to baffle him in how she’d moved him from a sharp, angry wit to near bashfulness, humbled by her willingness to lend aid when he had given her no reason to do so.

“You’ll be leaving early, then?” He queried, his head canting to the side as he watched her, sinking to a perch on the edge of a stone bench in the garden and resting his elbows upon his knees. It was a warm Summer night, even with the salty breeze of the ocean dashing against the rocks not so far off. ◢☸◣

[ticktockkillthecroc-a-blog]

@imnotthesavior liked for a starter

“It’s three in the bloody morning, Emma. No one is open. Tell your bloody cravings to stuff it considering I have to be at work in four hours and haven’t exactly gotten much sleep so far. Or better yet, go make yourself some damn bacon.”

[jollyrogerjones]

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Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy Meme | status: open

◢☸◣”How does it feel, your majesty? To have held nearly all possible positions in my court,” he couldn’t help the hint of a smirk that tugged at his lips, taking up her hand as the slow melody began to waft through the ballroom, the festivities of the evening winding down just a touch, allowing them their first proper dance. 

“Enemy soldier, prisoner of war, reluctant breakfast companion, trusted adviser, rescue mission cohort, and now honored guest…” he teased with a lift of his brow, gloved hand coming to rest on the gentle slope of her waist. “If the room isn’t to your liking I could always have them fix up a cell,” he’d add lowly with a tick of his head, the sheepishness in his features speaking of his own lingering embarrassment about the situation regardless of their mended connections.

“Emma, I know we both acted on circumstances beyond our control, but the way I treated you will haunt me for the rest of my days — if there is any way I can further humble myself in your eyes and earn your forgiveness, I trust you will apprise me of it,” he spoke in a deep earnestness, making sure he caught and held her gaze until he felt certain she understood.◢☸◣

[jollyrogerjones]

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Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy Meme | status: open

◢☸◣”He’s never hit me before…”

The words came as a sort of haunted revelation, normally bright blue eyes going steely and cold like slate as he gazed off at nothing in particular, the tip of his tongue barely grazing his busted lip as if to check again whether it was real — the sharp sting and metallic taste told him it certainly was.

He wasn’t sure why he had called for her to be brought to him, the order almost immediate as soon as he had returned to his room, the wound still fresh on his face, though the one on his pride smarted a good deal greater. 

After a long moment he would lift his gaze to meet her own where she stood, the only one allowed beyond his doors as he had ordered from the moment his suspicions had begun to seep into the realms of deep and conspiratorial; when the world began to feel a little crazy in his head, her presence was the only thing that helped him make sense of it all.

“… is it bad?” he queried her quietly, letting her be his mirror as he was not quite ready to look at his own reflection — the reflection of his father’s anger like he’d never seen it before, all on account of him. The right side of his face was bruised terribly, his cheek-bone blackened by the backhanded blow of the king’s gauntlet, his father having just been out rallying the troops when Killian had taken him aside to voice his concerns. His lip was split and blood had yet to coagulate, running down his chin into the stubble of his beard. He was quite the mess.◢☸◣