#lovepurposed

[wehavefoundthestars]

I would like to call out @lovepurposed for giving me all the feelings with each reply they post

[sirensought]

@lovepurposed  sent  ;  ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . (from westley or marin)

        it  was  instant.  the  moment  pale  blue  eyes  locked  with  hers  a  gentle  smile  replaced  his  previously  disinterested  expression.  suddenly  he  didn't  mind  being  at  this  insipid  ball  his  mother  insisted  on  him  making  an  appearance  at.  

        he  quickly  made  his  way  through  a  sea  of  guests  thoroughly  enjoying  the  party.  an  atmosphere  he  found  increasingly  difficult  to  pretend  to  enjoy.  though  he  did  put  on  quite  the  act,  chin  tipping  in  acknowledgement  at  the  grins  and  greetings  cast  his  way.  all  pleasantries  and  decorum  despite  how  out  of  place  he  felt  among  the  crowd.  the  sight  of  marin  though,  seemed  to  ease  the  feeling.  

        a  playful  smirk  adorns  eric's  face  as  he  approaches.  playing  the  role  of  the  charismatic  prince,  he  gives  her  a  bow  then  moves  to  stand  beside  her.  eyes  gaze  out  at  the  other  guests  again  momentarily  before  lips  move  close  to  her  ear.  ❛ i  didn't  expect  to  see  you  here. ❜

[tridentwon]

FINNICK IS CERTAINLY NOT ONE TO JUDGE THE INFLUENCE THE CAPITOL HAS ON THE YOUTH RAISED UNDER IT ; he himself was a career ━━━━━ born &* raised in combat training , so eager for the glory that he'd volunteered at just fourteen . it's not his place to pass judgement over the young snow . that certainly doesn't keep him from having his own opinion , &* hoping to whatever deity that might exist that maybe this snow would have a change of heart one day : SEE THE REAL INJUSTICE FACING PANEM . in the rebellion or not , finn has grown tired of blood shed . ending life in panem as they know it in a war wasn't something he was eager for .

so as he sits on the balcony of the snow mansion in nothing but his bath robe , sipping his steaming tea as he watches the capitol slowly wake up , he's a bit surprised to see francis there in the courtyard . WHY IS FINNICK HERE AT ALL ? well , one of the visiting district patron's was being housed by president snow , &* finnick was his preferred companion . a soft hum escapes him as he leans forward , ocean blues watching him for a long moment before he decides to speak up . ❛ morning , your pale-ness ! ❜ / @lovepurposed

[velvetnviolentviolets]

"Why should I apologize for the monster I've become? No one ever apologized for making me this way." (from Mariano, sending a few just in case one doesn't work - feel free to ignore any you aren't feeling!)

“You’re under the impression that individuals are made?”

Her head fell to one side with a curious tilt even as her eyes narrowed as she measured him with casual caution.

“What about people raised in the same house under the same circumstances and still turn out be vastly different people. Shit- Kassadin and I are twins and we’re still different people. . .”

@lovepurposed

[lcngdays-arc]

@lovepurposed [ plotted ]

Music plays softly from his phone. Nothing really of any value, just a random track on his spotify liked songs. Just something to fill the... Well, the lack of silence for him, now.

It isn't Francis's fault that Simon can hear his heart beating. That he can practically feel his blood running through his veins, even when sitting nearly a foot apart on the couch.

Curled into a ball against the arm of said couch, Simon Valentino looks a wreck. He's much too pale- no color at all on his normally rosy cheeks, he's lost a considerable amount of weight... But more than that, he seems off. Antsy for one, yes, he can't quit fidgeting with his hands or with the choker around his neck. His brows are furrowed and have been since Francis came in. He won't look at his friend, either.

Simon has always struggled with eye contact, but this is a whole new level. The only place he seems to look are one spot. The spot where Francis's neck meets his shoulder, followed by his gaze quickly jerking away. But, in the end, his soft brown eyes always find their way back to that same, special spot.

There is a certain desperation that Simon feels. It dwells both in his hunger and his humanity. How, how does one hang onto their humanity if they were to feed on blood? This question had plagued the young vampire's mind since he'd been turned, two months ago. He had not fed, not once in that time frame. An almost unheard of act for a newly turned vampire to do. Two months, two months. He'd stopped going out for the most part, he'd stopped answering calls, he'd stopped responding to texts. He couldn't stand to. He couldn't stand the bloodlust.

But hunger. Hunger is a tricky thing. It worms its way out of the belly and settles itself in the chest. Heavy and unrelenting, before continuing up to sit in the mind. To play tricks, to whisper rationales, to make otherwise unsavory decisions. And Simon was beyond hungry.

Simon was starving.

His eyes have fallen once again on the special spot. And it's only then that he realizes Francis has not only been talking, but was now looking on him to respond. Simon hadn't heard a word he'd said, frankly, much too focused on that spot. Tearing his eyes away, he looks up, catching blue eyes with brown for only a moment before darting back down to the spot.

"Wh-what? Sorry, I! I must have! Zoned out!" He squeaked, voice shaking as he reached up to pull at his yellow choker.

[unfinishedbusincss-archive]

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This depends on broad your definitions are, actually. The first character I ever RPed, period? Harley Quinn! A friend and I would text RPs back and forth. The first character I ever RPed, publicly? Crowley. <3 @buggeredson , although actually it was @buggeredson101-blog , then @buggeredson-a . Will I ever go back to him? Stay turned!

[shadowbrn]

henry  fox  mountchristen-windsor  (  @lovepurposed  )  said  to  alex  claremont  diaz  ;  “if that’s a joke, i love it. if not, i cannot wait to unpack that with you.”

there's  something  about  henry  .  .  .  god,  alex  loves  him  and  he  doesn't  even  know  how  they  got  here.  henry  gets  him  in  ways  he  didn't  think  he  could  be  understood.  it's  not  like  he's  alex's  first  relationship  .  .  .  but  he's  alex's  first  relationship  that  feels  adult.  things  with  henry  come  so  easy  most  of  the  time,  and  alex  loves  that.  henry's  one  of  the  most  important  people  in  his  life  .  .  .  and  one  of  the  other  things  alex  loves?  henry  just  gets  him.  when  he  has  a  potentially  traumatic  moment,  henry's  right  there  to  support  him.  no  matter  what  alex  needs.  so  in  this  moment,  alex  can't  help  but  smile,  pressing  a  soft  and  gentle  kiss  to  his  boyfriend's  lips.  ❝  it's  probably  both.  if  i'm  being  honest.  ❞  he  muttered,  pulling  back  to  look  at  him,  ❝  but  it's  nothing  i'm  really  ready  to  unpack  yet.  ❞

[ourflagmeansroleplay]

@lovepurposed: Oh please, take a stab at literally any of their naughty faves. i do it for me, really. I picked Francis, Sorryn, Stede, and--couldn't help myself--Dean, but funny this time!

Sorryn

"Fucking--really? Alright, fine. Easy enough.

"You're a proper, precious thing--you enjoy being coddled and petted and fucking cooed over, like a baby, but you hate being treated like you're fragile. It's not that you like man-handling, just that you don't need the kid-glove treatment time and time again. You like to try new things. Like to try to be experimental." Izzy's mouth screwed up in distaste, although for what exactly--beyond possibly being made to play this stupid, dreadful game--it was hard to say.

"Does that satisfy the question?"

Stede*

"...there's enough grog in this pissing place to get me to answer that question."

But he was not in this situation because he had gotten his way, now or perhaps ever. "Fine. FINE. I'll give you one thing, ONE, and be done with it!

"Simple as it is to mistake Bonnet for a careless idiot and be done with it--and trust me, you're best off doing just that--there are...some who...benefit from looking beyond. He's a gentleman, maybe, but he thinks life's some bloody bodice-ripper1. Man's more likely to tie you up than the Captain," Izzy continued before wincing. "'Cept he'd use silk or some fucking thing to do it."

Dean

"Some 'peace and goddamn quiet' was mentioned during our last little sexting session, if memory serves."

1- I know the term is highly anachronistic and I don't care. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't wanna hear Con O'Neill trying to grind out the term "bodice-ripper" while sounding kinda pissed.

*the Wheel has chosen.