"This is my daughter."
“Your daughter…?” She replied.

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"This is my daughter."
“Your daughter…?” She replied.
@scarletdarkholme LMS
“So, you want to become an Auror, huh?” Patrick asked glancing from Scarlettina’s NEWT results, which were in her file, up to the actual girl in question.
"Funny, I thought you were Loki, not Tom."
Hiddleston!Loki 22/25
“I’m Tom… definitely Tom…”
“Loki is the character I play.”
@scarletdarkholme liked the starter call roulette. The generator picked Captain Hook.
The Jolly Roger had just set port in a small village. This was nothing more than a pit stop and Killian had no desire to stay longer than necessary. “We’ll refurbish our supplies and then head out at first light.” He ordered his men. The other pirates headed off to gather more supplies and see what the village could offer. Hook, however, only wanted one thing. Rum. He needed to find a pub or a tavern.
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“Whats your name, stranger?” She asked him curiously as she stuffed her hands into her pockets and started walking in the direction she came from
Ethan just smiled vaguely and waved a hand. Internally, he was relieved that this woman wasn’t going to press him. “Don’t worry about it,” he said with a carefree wink. “I’m no one.”
Bruises?
Send me “bruises?” for my muse’s reaction to yours catchingthem secretly tending to their wounds.
Briar whimpered softly as he lifted the damp rag to hisswollen lip. He hurt, his face hurt, his chest hurt, his knuckles hurt, everythinghurt. All because that stupid guy thought Briar was insulting him. Somemisunderstandings are apparently enough to start fights over. Briar just wantedto sleep. Get himself cleaned up and sleep the pain off. Maybe he’d spend thenext few days as a bird so as to avoid uncomfortable questions.
But right when he thought that the bathroom door opened andScarlet got a good look at him. Of course she did. Why didn’t he remember tolock the door?
“Before you start to scold me; you should see the other guy,”he said.
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❝ – Taken aback by the woman’s yelling and reaching for some implement of defense, Credence reeled and grabbed the nearest Bible from his bed’s nightstand with quaking hands, brown eyes flicking over the woman a moment before glancing down at the commotion starting in the lower levels of his mother’s rundown Church; children beginning to pour in for any scraps they could get in masses by the door.
“Y-you- why are you here?” Credence questioned with a petrified hiss, the young man noticing the wounds that decorated the other’s body between waves of anxiety and felt guilt nudge itself into the emotional storm and settle in his conscious. “Are you hurt?” – ❞
"Happy mothers day!"
“… What’s a Mother’s Day?”