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thedovesrp replied to your post “so i am around. will be working on the indie. come rp with me if you’d...”

if you get on R's blog I'll love you down with the grumpiest dandelion you know.

i can do better than that <3 

[psychictwinsrph]

tagged/egotistical-little-shit ^^

The first name that popped into my head is Luna Lovegood.

send me your selfie tag and i’ll fancast you I’ll try my best

[lovelittlemarie]

"Is that my shirt?" Because I have no self control...or regrets

Send “Is that my shirt?” for your muse finding mine in your muse’s shirt.

Remy blinked. “Erm,” he said with a shuffle of his feet. “Maybe?”

Sofia arched an eyebrow. “And why,” she said carefully, “do you have my shirt on?”

"Because I like this shirt!" Remy said indignantly, brushing a hand over the front of her Weird Sisters t-shirt. "And because I haven’t done laundry in weeks and I’m out of clean shirts. And … And, well, because you’re always stealing my clothes. Why can’t I steal yours?"

"So you don’t care if I go around and tell everyone that you’re wearing a girl’s shirt,” said Sofia crisply. “You really want to be seen wearing my shirt?”

"Yes." Remy reached out and snagged her close to him, stooping his head so he could kiss her mouth firmly. "Yes, go on and tell everyone. I don’t care. It’s your shirt, and I love it, and I love you. Don’t you forget it.”

[lovelittlemarie]

Mourn me

Mourn Me: I'll write a drabble about my character mourning your character's death.

"… my most f-full flame should - should afterwards … burn c-clearer. But reck - reck-o-ning time, whose millioned accidents cr-creep in t-t-tw -"

"Twixt." Remy glanced up carefully from the book of Shakespearean sonnets Sofia had loaned him, and Sofia shifted carefully in bed without opening her eyes. "Twixt. It’s okay. It’s a hard word."

Remy leaned forward to press a kiss to her hairline. “You should be asleep,” he murmured. “Try to sleep, Sof.”

"I’m so tired," she whispered. "Remy, I’m so tired."

He swallowed and closed the book, moving up to join the small, cramped hospital bed she’d occupied for the past several weeks. “I know,” he said, pulling another blanket down on top of her and gathering her close into his side. “I know you are. But you’ve - you just have to try, Sof. You have to try, so you have to get some sleep and let the medicine help you.”

She was quiet for so long that Remy thought she’d fallen back asleep. “I stopped getting treatment two weeks ago,” she said into his side. “I couldn’t … Remy, I can’t -“

"Don’t," he sobbed suddenly, clutching her closer to him. "Sofie. Don’t. Don’t -"

"It’s okay," she whispered, fingers curling carefully into the hem of shirt. "I’m okay. You’ll be okay."

"I won’t be okay," he said, lips moving through her hair. "I haven’t had enough time - we haven’t had enough time, Sof … Sof? Sof, wake up. Sof!"

[lovelittlemarie]

Beach omg

Beach — I’ll write a drabble of our characters at the beach together.

"Oh." Sofia tilted her head at the contents of her bag. "I forgot to pack sunscreen. Oops."

Remy’s head shot up at once; his sunglasses came off a moment later. “What?” he barked. “What do you mean, you forgot sunscreen?”

Sofia blinked. “I. Forgot. Sunscreen.” She enunciated every word carefully. “What’s the matter with you?”

"I’m a ginger!" Remy pointed, rather dramatically, at the tidy knot of hair on his head. "The sun and gingers don’t mix, Sofia. Where the hell have you been all your life?”

"Calm down," Sofia said with a roll of her eyes. "If you would bother to look up, you would see that there’s a shop just back up the hill with your precious sunscreen. Merlin, you’re such an ass sometimes.”

"You did it on purpose," Remy grumbled as he hauled himself up to his feet. "You want to see me burn to a crisp, don’t you? This is payback for last week when I forgot to bring you your lunch."

Sofia peeled her t-shirt off and dropped it into the pile of shorts already starter. “Now why would I do that?” she asked innocently, and threw his wallet at him. “Go get your stupid sunscreen. I’ll be here.”

Twenty minutes later, Remy had been liberally smeared with sunscreen, and Sofia glanced up at him from behind the book she’d brought with her. “You know,” she said wryly, uncurling from her position and jumping to her feet. “There is a charm for sunscreen that you could have applied back at home. But you’re right. Payback for forgetting my lunch. And now you’re gonna stay far away from me, because you stink.” She dashed off toward the ocean, bright and clear, and Remy was right behind her, a string of expletives spilling from his mouth.

[lovelittlemarie]

Befriend me (I'm just gonna spam you sorry not sorry)

Befriend Me: I will write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.

"No, Mum, I’m just getting off work. No, I will not come over for supper. Because, Mum, I have a life and I’ve been for supper three times this week. No, but - Mum, I am perfectly capable of feeding myself. Yes. Okay. Goodbye."

There is some singular satisfaction in hanging up on your nagging mother, as Remington Weasley had just discovered. It was not how he wanted to start his post-work day, but there was nothing to be done about a mother who only called to complain about the length of his hair, his inability to look like a normal human being, and his terrible bad luck at finding and keeping a girlfriend.

Well, his mother could go knit hats for underprivileged children for all he cared.

"Shit!" came a voice next to him, and he was startled to find a messy-haired blonde next to him digging frantically through her bag. "Shit shit shit. Shit."

"Uh," he said and cleared his throat. Her head jerked up and hair went everywhere. "Can I help you find something?"

"My keys," she said after a beat, and thrust the bag toward him. "I can’t find my keys. I know I put them in there this morning, and I normally put them in the left hand side pocket, and I -"

"These keys?" Remy supplied helpfully as he drew out a ring of keys from the left hand side pocket.

"Oh, Jesus," she said with a roll of her eyes. "How could I have missed that? I swear, I’m -" She laughed nervously and began packing her bag back up. "I swear I’m not normally like this. Today’s just … it’s an off day, and a long day." She glanced back up and managed a grateful little smile. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

"No worries," he said, and stood as his train came rolling into the station. "Is this you? We could ride together. Make sure you don’t lose those keys again. Or anything else."

She grinned and swung her bag over her shoulder. “Aren’t you nice?” she said, and shrugged her shoulders. “Sure. We can ride together.” She stuck out her hand. “Sofia.”

"Remy," he replied, and gestured her toward the train. "And while we’re at it - riding together, I mean - you can tell me a little bit more about why it’s such an off day …"

[troublewrites]

Accept me, Busted, Death, and Protect c:

FUCKIN HELL

Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/

"Vienna is killing Perth tomorrow." She said it suddenly, the words that had been fighting to get out finally winning.

Abram’s hand froze on his stale bread, the half-joking atmosphere vanishing. Perth and Abram had become closer than Issie could imagine while they were both prisoners here; even Issie’s affection for her estranged brother had grown, to the point that he was of higher priority than Vienna. It went against everything she was taught growing up; it went against the easier path she had ahead of her. The path Abram had put her on was painful, full of loss and pain, but she couldn’t go back now. She couldn’t live in silence anymore.

"What are you going to do?" His voice was barely audible; she couldn’t tell if it was in shock, or in caution.

"I…. I’m going to save him. Somehow."

"Why?"

"It’s not right, what we do… I’m going to need help. Will you… will you help me? I don’t trust anyone else."

He was burning a hole in her head, wearing an unreadable expression. His food was set beside him on his bed, and he was on his feet, hands grasping Issie through the separation of bars. She looked shocked, but not afraid; his palms rested on each side of her face, holding her gaze steady to her. “You trust me, Issie?”

"Yes." Her answer came without hesitation, with a firmness in her voice that he had heard before in her speeches of how horrible men were. "Do you trust me?"

He answered with lips crashing against hers, a desperate thank you for what she was saying. The cell bars hurt her face but she said nothing, her fingers trembling at her side.

When he pulled away, she could hardly breathe; her old self had melted away, and to fill her empty shell was what Abram had created out of her. Someone who loved, who could be loved; someone who was going to save her brother from death.

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

Her breaths aligned with his, chest rising and falling with his. The lines of his face had completely faded as he rested, one arm dangling off his makeshift bed, the other tucked beneath his head. She wanted to reach out and take his hand in hers, run her fingertips over the lines in his palm, trace him until she had part of him memorized, but she kept herself from temptation; she wasn’t supposed to be down here, let alone yearning to touch him.

Issie had woken in the middle of the night, hearing noises from beneath her feet. The noise, though soft, wouldn’t go away, and so she went to the room beneath hers, only to find Abram snoring. It made her giggle, but when he moved slightly, she had smacked her hand over her mouth - he didn’t wake.

She should have gone back to her room. She didn’t. She stayed, walked up to his cell and sat there, studying him. His snoring faded, and she still watched.

His hair was dirty, a shade or two darker than when he’d first arrived. The waves were turning to curls, making his face younger, less worn. 

She didn’t need to see his eyes to know that they were blue. 

Her gaze traced his cupid’s bow, so focused on the soft pink of his lips that she didn’t notice when his eyes opened.

"What are you doing?"

She nearly jumped out of her skin, jerking away from the cool cell bars that she had rested her head against. Her cheeks were burning furiously, and she fumbled to her feet, preparing to run away as she so often did. “You, uh, you were snoring and it woke me up, and, uh,”

He blinked a few times, still half asleep and groggy, and folded his other arm beneath his head. “So you came to end it with your stare?”

"I was making it up as I went along."

Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.

It wasn’t coming out.

She scrubbed harder at his shirt, the cold water stinging her fingers. The soap was turning red, but the stain on Abram’s shirt wasn’t fading at all. It stayed huge, red, a reminder.

"Issie, it’s been an hour… Stop, please."

Perth’s voice didn’t register as she continued to scrub at Abram’s blood. He pleaded with her for a few more minutes, but she didn’t respond. She needed to get the stain out.

She wore the shirt at night sometimes, when she felt too anxious or frightened. It was no longer a security blanket; it was a cruel reminder of his death. His blood pouring out of him until his heart gave up; he died alone while she was out getting food, ambushed by Vienna.

He was dead.

"Issie, stop."

Abram, who she betrayed her family for, was dead.

"Is. You need to eat."

Issie, who kept him prisoner and killed others while brainwashed, was alive.

"He wouldn’t want this."

He deserved better. He wanted better. He’d been stuck with her. She got him killed, no doubt. She should have stayed. She should have left earlier.

She went to sleep hours later, tasting metal on her tongue.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

so i want to post this but i’m also falling asleep so i’ll do this one tomorrow haha

[lovelittlemarie]

OMG KENDRA I THINK I'M ON ASK LIMIT WHAT THE HELL IS THIS I'VE NEVER EXPERIENCED THIS BEFORE.