Aug 21, 2023
He was just adorable and pure-hearted 🥹
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He was just adorable and pure-hearted 🥹
i feel so bad when i take awhile to reply to my rp threads im sorry guys my brain is just not working right now, ill reply when my brain comes back online love you guys
How are Blondie and James already engaged?!
They're both very damaged individuals, James has PTSD from the war and Blondie was abused by several men in the past. In that way, I think they'll be able to kind of understand each other's pain. They also deeply care about the other person's well being. And they want to have lots of sex.
Blondie/Talli loves Jamie because of...oh god...a lot of reasons: his smile, the way he speaks, how he always acts like a gentlemen, his kind nature, his need to protect and stand up for the things he believes in, how brave he is, his hot body...the list goes on.
But yeah, they're engaged...
Who do you ship Blondie with?
Anyone really. If there's chemistry or sexual tension then I ship it.
Currently...well james-nicholls obviously then um spectacularspidergirl, make-mine-a-trickster, reigningchaos crackship, arcsheadgeek....and many more so...uh yeah, pretty much most of tumblr.
This is the hug of love ! Go to everyone in your tumblr crushes/ squishes and give them this hug to let them know that they’re loved ! ♥
OMG! Im someone's crush!
Oh let me shower you with kisses!
ooc: Heading off to bed. I'll be on tomorrow. Hope everyone has a happy New Year.
oh def jamie and blondie
Name: Thomas Warren Nicholls
Gender: Male
General Appearance: His hair is curly brown and it reaches just below his ears, longer than his father would like it but Blondie accepts of the style. His not exceptionally tall but he’s taller than the average person.
Personality: He cares an air of extreme kindness but he won’t take shit from anyone. However, he was raised to be a perfect gentleman.
Special Talents: He’s a brilliant poker player; he also rides horses well and is an excellent shot. He rose very quickly in the military, being one of the youngest generals in England.
Who they like better: When he’s younger he likes his mother more, but when he gets older he begins to like his father more.
Who they take after more: James. He appreciates the concept of well defined rules.
Personal Head canon:
My friend’s head canons for this relationship:
James asks Blondie about the other types of dances she knows, but when she admits that she only knows the dances that she learned at the club he teaches her how ballroom dance
James isn’t okay with Blondie’s sexy dancing after they get together because he believes that it reminds her of her difficult past
Blondie doesn’t approve of her men being in the military and running off to war.
They moved to England.
Even though Thomas might like his father better as he grows older, he is more than willing to give his life for his mother (or any other siblings) which is the way his father raised him.
They have two sons. Their first son, Thomas, doesn’t actually sign up for to join the military until their second son, Samuel, signs up. (YOU SENT ALL HER MEN TO WAR! D:<)
Blondie never gives birth to the daughter that she wants; however, the neighbors have a little girl, Amelia. The husband goes off to war and is killed. The mother commits suicide. In order to survive the girl becomes a prostitute at 14/15 y/o. Blondie takes the girl aside and explains to her that she understands her desperation but she knows that the lifestyle will never lead to any good. She explains to the girl that once she finds a man that treats her as well as Blondie’s husband, she will truly have a meaningful life. The girl does not completely understand the message at the time but appreciate Blondie’s mothering. She agrees to no longer be a prostitute and joins to Woman’s War Effort.
Thomas
Samuel
Amelia
Tomorrow Never Knows || James and Blondie
Blondie gazed at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. She fixed the gold crown on her head, adjusting her hair so that it flowed behind the headpiece. Her skin was shimmering from the bronzer and gold glitter that she had mixed together. Several jewels were placed along her check bones and one was resting in the center of her forehead. She was the royal belly dancer, or that’s what her character was supposed to be, drenched in gold and jewels as she twirled around the stage with an Arabian sword, enticing men to spend the right price for a night with her or one of the other belly dancers.
She sighed again. Suddenly a hand clamped down on her shoulder, causing her to jump. Rocket laughed and wrapped her arms around Blondie’s shoulders in a loose hug, “Are you seriously sitting there and daydreaming about that soldier guy? Come on that was like a year ago. You need to get over it already, he’s not coming back.”
“I’m not daydreaming,” Blondie said, giving Rocket a push. The other girl wore a tight, white nurse’s uniform that was part lace and part sparkling crystals.
Rocket let her eyelids droop, pushed back her shoulders, and said in a low, gravely voice, “Blondie, I know we’ve only known each other for two hours but that one kiss we had, the one with no tongue,” her voice snapped back to normal before she coughed and lowered it again, “I’m in love with you. Will you marry me?” “Shut-up,” Blondie picked up one of the make-up brushes and hit Rocket on thigh. The other girl jumped then glared at her friend before they both burst out laughing.
“Are you two even ready? The show starts in an hour,” Sweet Pea walked towards the girls, heels stabbing the ground. Blondie’s outfit dangled from a hanger in her hand. “Do you know what Blue would do to you if you were late? Rocket,” Sweet Pea snapped at her sister, “Go finish getting ready. Your hair looks awful.” Sweet Pea’s eyes followed Rocket as she went back to her own station then they looked down at Blondie, who was still sitting in front of her mirror, “My sister is right. He’s not coming back so stop dreaming and focus on what you need to do now. If you mess up, I can’t save you like last time.”
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The show was just like every other one. Each girl preformed. No one made a mistake. Several men purchased a night with many of the dancers.
“It looks like Mr. Balton wants to spend the night with you again,” Amber told Blondie as she handed her a room key. Amber was Blondie’s best friend. She was shy and a little unsure of herself, a contrast to Blondie’s overt sexual presence.
“Not him again,” Blondie said, taking the key, “I’m still sore from last time. That stuff is only fun when it’s only a small part of the evening.”
Amber frowned, “I’m sorry, Blondie, maybe you could get Becca to deal with him. She likes that stuff.”
“No, Blue would lose it if I did that. I’ll just make sure not to sit down the next few days.” She left Amber standing in the main room as she journeyed down the hallway toward room C.
As she walked past some of the newer girls, she overheard their whispered conversation. Blue was apparently closing the lower rooms in the club. There were about eight rooms under the first floor that were twice as large as the twelve Blondie normally frequented. They were for extremely important clients. If Blue was closing them, that meant that someone really important was coming or that he had some business to take care of.
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Blue cursed as he watched his security move several beds into one of the high end suites. This was a joke. Blue had done plenty of favors for his important clients but this was an absolute fucking joke. One of the major crime bosses in the area, one Blue would never admit to being afraid of, had made a request of the club owner. Turn the lower part of his club into a sick bay for some of the wounded soldiers.
The hospitals were apparently overflowing with sick and dying soldiers. And the crime boss’s brother was a soldier. Blue was practically colored red with anger, he was fine with entertaining soldiers, let them spend the last of their money on a sweet little piece of honey, but this was a club not a bed and breakfast!
They were supposed to be arriving soon, the first load of them along with a few wartime doctors and nurses. All the workers had been informed to look the other way when it came to Blue and the way he ran his establishment. If they made a fuss about anything, well, that’s what Blue had his security boys for.