#nevermoretides

[agnelino]

       ❛   i’m  FINE,    i swear.    i’ll take care of it.  ❜

@nevermoretides liked for a one-liner!

[subcubarearchive]

“ i have reached an unprecedented level of boredom , and i’m getting slightly hungry so i volunteer the idea that cure both of my ailments for me , please . i don’t want to have to beg , honestly i probably won’t but you should anyways . “ 

starter call   /   @nevermoretides

[soundslikeminnie]

@nevermoretides

The twins didn't necessarily have a dependency on each other. Though, barely anyone could tell that, considering the fact the two identical, red headed girls were rarely seen without the other. Today, however, Minnie found herself alone today. 

Sophie was home sick from school today, leaving the elder twin feeling a sense of mildly loneliness looming through the day. The days had their own rhythms to them, and without her sister? Things felt off. It was a change, but not a completely unwelcome one. For once, rather than  typically playing with her sister and their small group of friends that they had during recess, Minnie approached the jungle gym where the more energy driven kids played.

Clad with her long red hair up on two loose pigtails, and a jean-overall dress over a plain black and white striped long sleeved shirt, Minnie was a bit out of place. At least in terms of being compared to the children that were dressed appropriately for their rough days of playing.

Glancing about the playground, she tried to spot just about anyone she could end up playing with. She could hardly spot anyone else from the same class as her, consider the first grade recess also  coincided with second and third grade recess. Never the shy sort, though, when Minnie finally spotted a familiar face from her own class, she quickly made her way over.

For now, the object of her interest was Violet Jules.

[oraculumin-archive]

@nevermoretides

               JASPER  IS  NOT  ONE  TO  ASK  FOR  GIFTS.       in  fact  ,  he’s  returned  more  gifts  from  this  family  than  he’s  accepted.      but  when  it  came  to  alice  ?   …     ❛   you  know  you  don’t  need’ta  get  me  anything  ,  love.   ❜        he  can’t  keep  the  smile  off  his  lips  if  he  TRIED.         she  was  too  kind  –  too  loving.         he  couldn’t  bear  the  idea  of  her  being  unhappy  because  of  him.        a  soft  sigh  escapes  him  before  he  takes  the  gift  ,  gaze  gentle.         when  amber  hues  raise  once  more  to  look  at  the  pixie  before  him  ,  there  is  NOTHING  BUT  TENDERNESS.         he  never  thought  he  could  be this  peaceful  again.          ❛   thank  you  ,  alice.   ❜        there’s  no  false  southern  politeness.     he’s  genuine  with  her  –  not  to  mention  hopelessly  in  love.            

                IT’S  A  BOOK ;  a  hefty  volume ,  a   gilded   title   along   the  spine   announcing  it’s  subject    --    the    civil   war   in   america  .   not  something   alice   would   personally   read   herself ,   and   nothing  particularly   expensive ,  but   she   had   chanced   upon   it   whilst   tagging  along  with  rosalie  to  get  a  book  on  the  mechanics  of  engines .  even  without  her  visions ,  she’d  known  he  would  love  it .   ❛   --    but  i  wanted  to .  ❜  a  playful  protest ,  though  she  seems  so  pleased  to   have  made  him  happy  .   far  more  precious  than  any  shirt  or  shawl  she  could  have  scored  for  herself ,  his  reaction ,  to  alice ,  was  priceless .  fingers  dance  along  his  shoulders ,  her  emotions  spike  with  excitement ,  eagerness  rolling  off  her  in  waves .  ❛   here ,  look  .  there’s   a   page   about   you   . ❜

[gravespat-blog]

     kenna, in truth, hated the idea of being married to him or even sharing a bed with him, but as time grew on her affection for him grew and she found herself falling in love with him. he has continuously supported her even though someone else was the object of his affection. when he returns home from work, she’s more than happy to take care of him and smother him in affection. snuggling into his chest, her arms wrap around his waist and her hands slide up his shirt, resting against his bare skin.      ❛ i missed you when you were away today, it was quite lonely and boring without you. ❜     @nevermoretides ft. bash / continued

[youngjincha]

“  it’s easy once you get the hang of it. i can show you how if you’re interested in racing.  ” 

@nevermoretides  //  ❤ starter call

[oraculumin-archive]

THE  DAY  WAS  WINDING  DOWN .  her  step  mother  had  left  her  with  express  instructions  to  close  up ;  which  was  just  what  mary  alice  had   been  planning  to  do ,  until  a  customer  sauntered  in ,  sending  her  scurrying  behind  the  counter  to  make  coffee .  she  poured  it  into  his  mug ,  piping  hot  ,  before  preparing  to  pick  up  the  broom  and  get  to  work  once  more . ❛      --     here   you   go ,  sir.       ❜      /       @nevermoretides

[nikolacvna-archive]

❛❛ I know you’re hurting right now, and I’m so sorry. Tell me what will help and I’ll do it. ❜❜ from Marie!

❈ ✼ ❈   soft caring sentence starters  ( accepting! )   //  @nevermoretides

             ‘ there is nothing you need to do.   it is not  —  your responsibility to do anything. ’           she cuts her own protests off with a deep breath, ashamed to be crying so openly in front of her younger sister.   tatiana is supposed to be ever the example.    ( only olga sees her crying, on the rare occasions she does so…  but for the most part, tatiana prefers to grieve alone. )    there is no pride in her younger sister comforting her, but at the moment, she almost wishes to give into it  ;;  mashka is so gentle, and tatiana’s broken heart needs gentleness.     but this should not be her sister’s job…  because in the end, there is nothing anyone can do.    war is war, and it takes without remorse, without mercy.   perhaps they are all doomed to be casualties, in some way or another.

                ‘ there is nothing you can do, marie, ’       she replies, allowing the letter in her hands to flutter to the floor.      ‘ no one can. ’