My name is Jefferson. At one time, I was a man who traveled and seen much using my hat to travel between magical realms. However, after the loss of my wife, I changed my ways to take care of my daughter, Grace. This blog is closed. Everything has been moved to @hatterforhire and this blog is now archive only..
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This blog is now closed. I’ve decided I no longer want to keep two Jefferson blogs running, so from this day forward this blog will be archive only and everything actively done will be on @hatterforhire .
//Just a quick update on me. I know on this blog and my other I’ve been complaining about depression and RL, so after a few really bad nights of insomnia, racing heartbeat, and high blood pressure, I went to see a doctor.
Blood pressure was high but also found out I’m anemic. Most tests are coming back okay and today I went back in for a blood pressure check and it had dropped 15 points. Heartbeat is still high but that could be the anemia, but it’s being checked. This weekend I had the pleasure of wearing a heart monitor to check how well my heart is working. May be a while before I get result from that test.
I’m still going to have more things checked out and I still suspect I need an a good anti depressant, but wanted to say I’m on the mend, hopefully.
// I think I am going to put this blog on permanent hiatus until my depression lifts or summer is here. Which is probably the same time as I know my depression and anxiety is caused by my work situation. I am trying to fix that, but it won’t be done until next school year at the very earliest.
I think I’m moving threads I still have a muse for over to @hatterforhire and those I don’t will just have to wait for June to come. Sorry for this negative news for many of you, but the truth is this has been a long time coming. I was very close to just shutting down this blog permanently and moving what I liked over to hatter.
I decided to keep this blog open and on hiatus until summer because I know once I’m done with the school year things are going to change. I suppose I might still occasionally post from this blog but that will most likely be over breaks from school.
I need to accept I can’t do what I’ve done in the past and if I’m going to keep rp’ing, I need to focus on what appeals, not what I feel I need to do to keep up appearances in the rp community. If others can disappear for months at a time and reappear/reboot, I suppose I can as well.
If you see a thread being replied to by @hatterforhire and/or you’ve been followed by that account, know it’s me and I’m interested in continuing our thread there. If you choose to follow me on that account, please know I may or may not follow you there. That’s my very selective account for rp’ing and I don’t want/need a large follow list.
Emma struggled to move, trying to get herself separated from him until his hand reached out to stop her. Instead her hand snapped up, catching his forearm as he rest his palm against her cheek, fingers curling tight against his skin for a brief moment as she tried to calm down. “It’s suppose to just be fun–” she growled low, somewhat defeated as she slowly relaxed her hand, sliding it further down his arm.
“Emma,” he sighed, tempted to use his alpha voice to calm her but resisted. “I know. I didn’t expect or want more either. What happened was something neither of us planned on but maybe that’s not a bad thing?” He gazed down at her, glad to see she was relaxing instead of trying to resist. “When this is done why don’t we take a break? Maybe a shower or bath might help us out?”
He could tell his question un-nerved her and he was tempted to press the issue, but thought better of it. There was nothing they could do now if it did lead to something more and the two of them would have to deal with the consequences of their night together. He sighed, reaching up to try to calm Emma after clearly distressing her, as his need to comfort became overwhelming. “Okay,” Jefferson replied. “Let’s just take things one thing at a time. Deal with what’s happened tonight and not worry about a remote possibility.”
3:Is there anything challenging about writing your muse?
If the muse is speaking to me, not usually? Sometimes I worry that I’m not getting a good perspective as a guy due to the fact I’m female, but I seem to do okay at it.
The most challenging thing I’ve faced this past few months is how much the stress of my RL has impacted my enjoyment of rp’ing with others.
Because I was intrigued by the process. Also, I had a very strong muse for Jefferson, as when I was writing fan fiction, I either had him some how show up in a fic, or I was writing Mad Swan fics.
2: What made you choose your muse?
I had a really strong sense of his character and he was the only other character other than Emma I felt I had a voice for. I started off rp’ing on tumblr in a group as Jefferson because Emma was taken. I have a Emma blog and I toy occasionally with bringing her back, but there’s always Emma rp’ers but not a lot of steady Jeffersons.
10:Have you picked up any of your muses habits
Other than the anti social thing we share, no. My Jefferson is usually a neat freak who doesn’t sleep a lot. I am the complete opposite if I can help it.
//I don’t think I’ll be getting anymore done on this or my other account. IDK if it’s a general post holiday malaise or the reality of returning back to work tomorrow.
All I know is I am very unhappy right now and it’s making me consider doing drastic things with my rp blogs, which is never a good thing. All I can think about is how unhappy I am with things, RL and rp-wise. Better to step back than do things I’ll regret later.
//Just got rid of one problem on this blog. As I don’t like hate, I’ve eliminated all the problems. Even though you might not have an issue with someone running a hate blog, I sure as hell do. Don’t worry about it, cause you’re no longer an issue for me.
ETA: I didn’t send her anything. That blogs blocked on my blogs as was she. I don’t have time to deal with fandom negativity
Emma leaned into Jefferson, tracing her fingers over his neck like he were something delicate, then down his shoulders. “You have been,” she agreed idly. “You’ve got a choice. My hand or the paddle?” She pushed him back slightly, her touch turning dismissive. She went to the dresser, opening the normally locked drawer.
Charming kept a hand on Henry’s shoulder as he led the way into Granny’s, if only to keep himself a little grounded. The boy was a great source of optimism and hope at all times, it seemed, but Emma and Mary Margaret still being apart from them was taking its toll on both of them. He felt utterly useless, unable to help his wife or his daughter.
A break had been what Henry ordered, and a break meant a trip to the diner. He let his gaze sweep over the other occupants, seeing some usual faces - and two not so usual. Jefferson wasn’t exactly one for sitting around in Granny’s, and certainly not with Grace. He caught the man’s eye, and gave him the slightest of nods. What he hadn’t already known, he had learned since their last encounter, and he wouldn’t disturb a father’s time with his daughter uninvited.
That brought forward another painful reminder that his own daughter was far from his side, where he was unable to reach her. What he wouldn’t give to be sitting with her over burgers and milkshakes right now.
Jefferson looked up to see David Nolan walk through the door with his newly discovered grandson. He looked away, recalling the events of his previous conversation with the temporary sheriff. Jefferson had been no help to the man, though he did wish he’d grabbed his hat before running away. Perhaps had he gotten it from him, Jefferson would have been able to repair it.
Grace noticed Henry a few minutes after the boy sat next to his grandfather at the counter. “Henry!” she called out. The boy turned to look back at them both and a grin grew on his face.
“Grace,” Henry replied back, sliding off the stool to come over to their booth. “I see you found your father.” He looked at Jefferson, giving him a wide grin. Jefferson couldn’t help himself and grinned in response.
“Thank you, Henry,” Jefferson began. “I think you’ve helped both Grace and I today.” Seeing David watching them with interest, Jefferson stood up. “I need to speak with your grandfather, Henry. Why don’t you keep Grace company for a while?” Henry eagerly slipped into Jefferson’s vacant spot as Jefferson crossed the restaurant to David. “I’m sorry for earlier. I wasn’t in a good frame of mind when you found me after the accident, but your grandson helped me reach out to my daughter, so I owe your family my thanks.”
//I have debated whether or not I wanted to make a public post about this, but it’s bothering me too much not to say something.
Lately, several people I follow have joined a group universe. I don’t have an issue with people joining, BUT I do not want to see posts about it on my dash on either account. Why? Because one of the main organizers runs a ship hate blog in the OUAT fandom.
I WILL NOT associate nor do I want anything to do with people who are promoting the negative climate in this fandom. OUAT is a toxic, hellish fandom and anyone who is contributing to this negativity will be automatically blocked and TS from my blogs.
I do not care if you are involved in this verse, I only ask that you tag is well so I can TS the posts. Yesterday this was not working well, but today it seems okay. However, if I cannot prevent these posts from showing, you will be unfollowed. That doesn’t mean I won’t rp with you, but I won’t take a chance seeing those posts on my dash. I already block/TS the rp’er who runs the blog, so do not worry if you interact with them.
If this offends, so be it. It’s not a secret this rp’er runs the blog because if you go to the anti ship blog (and no I will not name it and give it attention) you can find a link to her rp blog. Since she’s that open with the connection, I suppose it doesn’t matter if I express my uncomfortable feelings about her actions.
If you want to unfollow and block me for making this post about isolating myself from things that make me uncomfortable, fine. I really don’t care one way or another. Perhaps you agree with her anti-ship views. I suppose as long as I never see it, it will never be an issue between us. However, I cannot guarantee if I do see it, tagged or not, you maybe unfollowed immediately. This includes on personal journals of people I rp with. I have THAT LITTLE TOLERANCE for fandom BS.
Going into the bathroom, she leaned against the sinks and looked in the mirror. As much as it didn’t surprise her that the date wasn’t working out, it was a little disheartening to say the least. Now that the fairies didn’t live according to the strict code they once had, relationships in Storybrooke were something to be had. Tink didn’t want to be alone. Before the curse, love was something she wanted more than anything, and it wasn’t something easy to come by when she only stood five inches tall. Heaving a deep sigh, she touched up her lipstick before heading back out into the dining area.
She brushed past a few people to get to her seat, mumbling a quick sorry as she did so. Maybe the faster she got back to her table, the faster the date would end. And when she got there, it seemed the date had already ended. There was money a receipt on the table already and a note scribbled on the back of it. “Something came up. Had to deal with it. Let’s do this again. - Cornelius.” She sat back in the chair for a second, staring at the note. She wondered how true it was. Or if maybe he hadn’t felt anything either. It didn’t matter. He was gone, and there was no point in hanging around. Standing again, she put her coat on.
Jefferson sipped at his tea, wondering how much longer the girl would remain in the bathroom. He wondered if an “emergency” would come up suddenly and force her to end the date early. Moments later he saw her returning to the table and waited for the show to resume.
As Jefferson followed her with his eyes back to her table, he noted in surprise her date was already gone. Now that wasn’t something he’d anticipated when he’d started trying to figure out how their date would end. He watched her get up and leave, shaking his head as she did. A part of Jefferson felt sorry for the girl, but not enough to do anything about it.
“You’re so kind.” Aurora replied and did something daring getting up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. She pulled back quickly blushing terribly. “I have all the ladies necessities I need if that’s what you mean…”
Jefferson turned to look at Aurora. “I’m not the man you think I am, Aurora,” he warned. She would learn the reality of his life soon enough. “If there’s nothing else, why don’t we pay for these items and find someplace to eat?” Jefferson knew of a few places in Camelot to dine. Probably not what a Princess would want, but it would do for them now.
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