#opheliahendrix

[dontcxckitup]

@ophelia-hendrix cont.

“I meant tomorrow,” she took his arm as it was offered. They would have a nice night home, and then tomorrow they could actually think about how they were going to move in together successfully. “I’m sure you want to fix the bed when we get home so it’s so tight you can bounce a coin off the sheets?” she teased as they left. Despite the rules and regulations, and how often he would be away she didn’t want him to change.

“The tube or taxi?” she asked as she could see it was raining. “You’ll have to clean out the higher shelves, with my luck I’ll fall down and you’ll find me with a broken neck,” she looked up at him.

At the street, he glanced over his shoulder to see if a car was coming, but right now it was rather quiet. With long steps he crossed the street, still with Ophelia on his arm. The rain didn't affect him at all; he was used to stand straight in the rain for longer periods, to crawl through the mud without seeing much.

"Tube is faster." No traffic, no waiting at red lights, no extra fees. It truly was a lot cheaper and less stressful. "Don't worry, you don't have to do move a finger. I'll do it myself."

[faithdevotion]

@ophelia-hendrix plotter starter [santiago/ophelia]

It was never simple to run after criminals or be on the lookout for potential ones around the city. Santiago was often tasked with patrolling and chasing thieves along with one or two partners that were slower than him, making the job his own. Often sporting sunglasses and floral shirts, he stood out for his peculiar style —given that he was not a fan of wearing the typical, old-fashioned blue uniform—, sense of humour and athletic build, performing best on the street crime for it. His training regime was tough, but it granted him many benefits to being physically prepared as a cop. Aside from the demanding job as a police officer, he enjoyed the opposite of it with his girlfriend, Ophelia, and getting home from a long day was worth it to spend time with her. He didn't have a fixed shift; in fact, no partner had. Only the superiors. So plans to spend the day together were set during the early morning hours of the days off.

Santiago arrived at their apartment, opening the door while humming to a Spanish salsa song and singing to it, earphones set on his ears. He was proud of his roots. He was born in Santiago, the capital city of Chile and his parents were both Spanish, born in San Sebastián. "Y luego en el silencio, deseará tu cuerpo... [And then in the silence, will desire your body...]" He set the earphones down on the table, unpairing his phone from them to play the song through the speakers of it, raising the volume as he began dancing, toes and hips matching the rhythm of the song with music being energetic and sensual. "Chiquita, I'm home!" He called out for Ophelia as he spun on the spot.

[lostflares]

@ophelia-hendrix​

         joaquin couldn’t remember the last time he actually went back to his flat instead of sleeping on one of the cots that made his back hurt. he looked tired as he ruffled his fingers through his hair as he splashed some water on his face. the surgery the night before had been a long one and he managed to catch three hours of rest before he was paged. better than nothing he supposed. when he was finally off duty he was going to need a drink. a very strong one at the closest pub. he made his way down the halls to the hospital until he found himself standing in the emergency room. luckily, his favorite nurse was on duty and in care of the patient that he was called for. “how bad is it?” he asked, only briefly looking at the patient’s vitals. the man lying there did seem to have some sort of conscious response. good. he hated when they died on the table even if that was a fact of life when most came through in need of a time of death call. 

[ericbrandonrp]

@ophelia-hendrix​ hit the ❤️ for a starter

They had gone through one pregnancy already, but still Eric was as nervous as during the first time. He was lying on their bed, feet resting on his pillow, head on the mattress’ edge. All around him were books and magazines scattered, one even lying on his stomach, and he was just going through a list of names in another. His gaze shifted when he heard Ophelia enter the bedroom, the book being lowered. “I know, I know, I still go’a put up the bed,” he sighed. “Bu’ I jus’ went through some names,” his finger blindly pointed at the list in the book, “an’ how ‘bout somethin’ Oirish?”

[warrioroflondonbelow]

( Starter for @ophelia-hendrix​ )

Mechanical beeps. Echoes of it. That was the first thing Richard Mayhew found himself aware of. Static, hilling beeps. A rusted and barely audible croak scraped against his throat as he felt something sharp throb against his right temple.  Another beep. The throbbing sensation grew worse, this time coiling and stabbing round his entire head now. He let out a faint wince as heavy eyelids began to flutter open. Painful rays of artificial light clouded and clotted against his vision. He continued to do his best and blink the heavy sensation away. 

Weakened coughs broke from his throat as his blurry vision noticed wires attached to his own wrist. “Wh-... Wha’ is this?” As the world began to clear, so did the image of a person standing by his bed. “Wha’s goin’ on? Wha’ happened? Wh-... Who are ye’?”

[professoriisms-archive]

@ophelia-hendrix​||continued from here

“Cause you left. Suddenly you just come back. That’s the look.”

“I always come back though,” the Professor admitted. “I will always come back. Why has it upset you this time?”

[drunkbutbrilliant]

Welcome Back || Ophelia x Per

@ophelia-hendrix

Step by step, his brother had said. Baby steps; that was the best way to get out of that depression. As if he knew, had any experience. Albrikt had a perfect life: He’d always had his older brother as a substitute for their absentee father. A wife that loved him. A wonderful, smart son. A huge house, two cars, money enough to have several vacations a year and still be able to provide for his family. A job. Albrikt hadn’t been forced to see the horrors that Per had.

He hadn’t been forced to hold his dying daughter in his arms, or to watch the same serial killer rape the love of his life. To wake up in hospital to find out she’s left - twice. He hadn’t been forced to stand there and watch as his world and life fell apart around him.

But, hey - he was able to go grocery shopping again. Wasn’t that a wonderful leap forward?? With a sigh Per studied the can of ravioli in his hand, a basked in the other, before he tossed it in it and turned to get the next item - when he froze on the spot. The hair was the same; a bit shorter, maybe. The brown eyes, the small lips... Oh god. Another hallucination of Ophelia.

[ofheroesandscholars]

@ophelia-hendrix​ for that thing we were talking about

"Alright now. Be a good lass. No screaming,” the thief said as his knife glinted in the light coming from a window. “I don’t normally get caught like this. Because I’m actually good at being a thief,” he told her, his hand moving to a loop of rope kept on his side. “Now, are ya gonna show me the family jewels or am I gonna tie you up and tear the house apart to find ‘em?”