#oilysmug

[ohkraken-a]

ah, domestic bliss. ( ft. @thesellsword​ & shae )

send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine

[ohkraken-a]

bruce ilu so much!! i’ve been p low energy so forgive me for not being able to write tomes to your greatness but know that i absolutely cherish you and am glad to have you friendship. honored. ilu brucey goosey

smell ya later 2020

BUNNY BUNNY BUNNY i already wrote about you BUT NOW I GET TO SAY MORE

first off 100% understand about low energy so DO NOT WORRY I FEEL UR LOVE LIKE RADIATION AND AM SENDING IT BACK TENFOLD

you: CHERISHED friendship: HONORED hotel: TRIVAGO

[tofeelthecold]

@oilysmug​​

Dimitri had been sent with Prince Kuragin when the revolution had happened. He’d seen the aftermath and he would never be able to remove those images from his mind. The only plus was that he’d been trained at the Royal Palace in the kitchens and it had gotten him a job at Downton Abbey thanks to Isobel Crawley. He was lucky to have gotten out of Russia with his life with a man who had kept him safe. What he hadn’t expected was to end up working in this house but he was grateful even if felt slightly out of place because he wasn’t from England. But the kitchen was a place he was comfortable in  thought he did hope to move up someday just not yet. He needed to get used to how things worked here and settle in to his life in the place.

“Do they not like honey with their tea?” he asked to no one in particular as he was looking through the cupboards for the liquid sugar that seemed to be hiding. 

[hatilead]

if you’re still doing urls: hgranville? 🥺

SEND ME YOUR URL FOR A SAPPY VOICE MESSAGE         /          hello 911 ?    yes i am suffering from an extreme case of loving you to the moon and back  !    @oilysmug    /     @hgranville​

[nm-moved]

“ listen to the rain. ” (hgranville)

@hgranville

        ❝  if  i  listen  to  it  any  longer,  i  might  fall   asleep,  sir  granville.  ❞   she  chews  on  the  inside  of  her  cheek  and  turns  to  face  the  window,  listening  to  the  sound  of  the  rain  anyway.   eloise  wants  to  say  that  she’d  rather  watch  the  raindrops  race  each  other  down  the  window,  but  she  didn’t  want  him  to  think  of  her  as  too  much  of  a  child.   ❝  i  suppose  this  is  something  you  get  inspiration  from  for  your  work,  then ?  ❞   it  seemed  much  easier  to  get  it  from  people  or  perhaps  experiences,  but  to  each  their  own  when  it  came  to  art,  clearly.

don’t  hug  me  i’m  scared.     accepting !

[lovedtwice]

‘ there’s a history of ‘ we don’t talk about that ’ in my family . ’ (hgranville)

@hgranville

        there’s  a  sympathetic  look  in  her  eyes,  though   she  takes  care  not  to  seem  pitying;  francesca  can’t  think  of  any  person  that  liked  being  looked  at  like  that.   she  can’t  pretend  to  know  what  he’s  pertaining  to  ---  because  she  doesn’t,  really  ---  but  she  knows  how  hard  that  can  be,  even  if  it  wasn’t  as  common  for  the  bridgertons.   ❝  i  think  we  have  a  history  of  ‘we  talk  far  too  much’  in  mine,  honestly.  ❞   perhaps  it  wasn’t  nearly  as  bad  as  not  talking  about  problems  or  difficult  topics  at  all,  but  francesca  didn’t  think  it  was  better  by  a  great  margin.   ❝  i  don’t  think  families  around  london  can  settle  on  something  in  between,  sir  granville.  ❞

a  million  little  things.     accepting !

[theladycrawlers]

@oilysmug​ started following you

Mary entered the library with a book in her hand. Without looking around, she put it back to shelf then her eyes began to look for the next one to read. That was when she heard a sound from behind. She didn’t notice that someone else was there, too. Turning around, startled, she found Thomas at the fireplace, mending the fire.

“Thomas!” she said with a relieved laugh. “I didn’t see you there.”

[waswilczmin]

&   *‘  ━゜   oilysmug   !

prompts for your feels | @wilczmin

    “ -- -- -- like what, sir?”  icy blue eyes shine with EXHAUSTION as he stands there at his room, back straight and holding up a tray with food and drink.  “i only come with refreshments, courtesy of the king.”  he’s been curious about the witcher since his arrival at redania.  tomasz approaches, chains clinking as he walks, before he sets down the tray.  “can i get you anything else?”

 geralt  wasn’t  one  to  second  guess  himself  or  his  intuition  very  often  .  nor  did  he  entirely  believe  he  should  be  now  .  but  he  was  aware  this  royal  atmosphere  ,  tight  and  constraining  and  irritating           for  he  was  unused  to  settling  in  any  place  with  comfortable  beds  and  temperatures           and  perhaps  knew  that  it  was  getting  to  him  now  .        ❛  maybe  i  misread  you  .  ❜        no  apology  sat  at  his  lips  yet  .  he  stayed  standing  where  he  was  ,  regarding  the  man           or  perhaps  not  .  the  witcher’s  gaze  lingered  at  the  ears  .        ❛  i  thought  for  certain  you  looked  at  me  with  disdain  .  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time  someone  did  .  no  need  to  excuse  yourself  if  you  are  .  make  us  both  feel  better  .  ❜