Can you roleplayers do my a favor and reblog this if you don’t mind not using icons for a thread.

I love them personally but sometimes I don’t have enough or the right ones for a thread.

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Like this post for a starter from my OUAT!Verse (if you wish for a specified Enchanted forest or Storybrooke starter please tell me, if not I will just randomly pick)

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Hello to those of you who still follow me!

     Hey guys! God I haven’t been on here in forever (8 months I think, and even before then I wasn’t being the most active person on the planet). I am so sorry I just kind of vanished, things got a little crazy for me and a lot of shit happened and I lost my muse for every version of Jillian, which is something I never thought I would do. I’ve been busy playing other characters for the last 8 or so months as well as working a new job that takes up a lot of my time, but I have been thinking a lot about this muse lately and I think I want to try getting on here again! I won’t be as active as I was before because now my main blog is a different character but I do miss Jillian! So this is an official notice that this account is back up and running! All previous threads of any kind have been officially dropped but I really want to start new ones! So please feel free to IM me or PM me to plot! 

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I really miss this account, like for a starter?

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Pressing his lips together, Alastair looked over at Jillian and gave a soft sigh. “I know…” he murmured. He paused, staring at her quietly for a moment. “I can see it.” Swallowing hard, he looked away from her again. Every time he looked at her he could see it in her eyes. He could see how much she wanted him to go along with her, but he wasn’t certain he was ready for something like that. Perhaps he was just afraid… And not of death, but… Of not being accepted. Not by others, necessarily, but… By her. The more time she’d spend around him, the more likely she was to find something she didn’t like. After a while… He’d have to tell her the truth. What he was. And he was afraid of that day.

“You could just… Stay here for a while,” he suggested softly. He suddenly looked up at her again and quickly added, “Just for a bit. Only if you- if you… want.. to…”

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     She looked away when he sad he could see it, not wanting to admit she was so transparent. She didn’t connect very well with other people, since she was so guarded or because of her attitude, but him she never seemed to have any problems with. When he mentioned her staying she looked back at him sadly. “You know I can’t do that Al” she said softly. “I hate staying in one place for too long, it brings back bad memories” she said. She watched him for a moment before stepping up to him and putting her hand on his cheek. “But the thought of being around you sort of makes it hard to leave” 

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     Jillian was breathing heavily as Marion rolled off of her, chest rising and falling quickly in time with her panting. She reached up to move a few loose that had gotten stuck to her face in the heat of the moment and did her best to take a deep breath, though it was hard to do. When she put her hand down, she realized it was barely a hair away from Marion’s in between them, the backs of their fingers so close together. She looked up at the ceiling as she attempted to catch her breath, while her pinky slowly extended and hooked over the pinky of the other woman, the tiniest way she could think of to show affection in that moment after the heat of passion. The smallest form of holding hands she could think. 

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The redhead grinned widely then, the amused gleam reaching her cold eyes. Indeed, and in fact she probably would have said yes too. Though she wouldn’t let on to Jillian. “How sweet, but of course!” Lady Tremaine replied, completely over the moon and pleased with herself. The carriage moved swiftly on, through a track in the dark forest. The only source of illumination the lamps that lined the side of the vehicle. Putting away her compat, she grinned at the brunette.

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      She smiled brightly up at her “Well then, I think we have shopping to do soon then. As gorgeous as your dress is, I know you well enough to know you wouldn’t be caught dead in public in the same dress twice” she teased. “What do you say, hm? We go see the seamstress in the next few days and we make a day of it?” she asked. “Get a few dresses each, get you something one of a kind” she offered with a smile. 

     As they hit a bump in the road she looked out the window, up at the view of the palace they had from the road. “Did it bother you?” she asked. “The way I acted so differently around them?”

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     There was something so hot about Marion making eye contact with her while the two of them lay together, writhing in pleasure. Jillian felt like her whole body was likely to explode, like she had never felt so good before. Sure, she had touched herself many times before now, but nothing could compare to Lady Marion’s hand between her legs, driving her wild. 

      And then, barely a moment after she realized the other was hitting her high, her own hit her like a bolt of lightning. “Mistress!” she moaned loudly, never wanting to look away from her. Body shaking, muscles tensing, toes curling. Her moans were long and loud, her back arching up as her free hand tangled in the other woman’s dark hair and lightly tugging on it, though she kept her head close to her own, suddenly kissing her as she consumed the other’s moans, moaning into her mouth as her orgasm swept over her. 

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     When Marion began to protest she shook her head, leaning up a bit to kiss her “I want to” she breathed, brushing her lips over hers once more as she rubbed her clit. She could have smiled then, hearing Marion moan like that. It was a sound sweeter than any other could ever be. She moaned herself, as the hand between her legs began to speed up, and did the same. She couldn’t tell where Marion ended and she began, but she liked it that way. Everything seemed to become a mess of tangled limbs and hot flesh, sweat and moans, sex and need. And she liked it that way.

     “Oh....Marion!” she moaned loudly, daring to press harder against the other’s clit and moved her hand a little faster. Marion’s pleasure was like a drug to her. She knew she could spend all night long pleasuring her and it would make her happier than she had ever been. Her moans, her sweat, her orgasm-they all drive Jillian insane. 

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     At the older woman’s pleasured moan, her cheeks flushed brightly. She decided in that moment, that the moans of her mistress were her favorite sound in the whole world. She happily ran her thumb over her nipple as she looked down to see her hips buck and she let out a breathy moan that she couldn’t quite control. When she felt a hand gliding down her body she shivered, electricity running down her spine. When she asked her question she nodded, spreading her legs for her and taking a deep breath. It was a lot to take in, knowing that the hand of the woman she had most desired would travel to a place that only her own fingers had ever been. It was an enchanting thought. 

     When suddenly she felt talented fingers between her legs, rubbing slowly on her clit she couldn’t contain a moan, back arching high. “Oh!” she cried, feeling like suddenly the whole world stopped. It felt incredible, so much so that it felt like one of her own dreams come to life. She looked up to see Marion watching her, her eyes meeting hers. She nodded, as if to let her know she was doing well and bit her lower lip to hold in another moan, sounding almost like a groan at this point. 

     She wanted to please her too, that much she knew. She wanted to give Marion this feeling, to hear her cry out in ecstasy as she was now. Her mind fell back to that day that she helped her with her bath, the looks they had shared as Jillian’s hands had damn near massaged the other’s breasts with a damp cloth and when she had dried her whole body, including the delicious folds between her legs that were like a forbidden fruit that Jillian was so desperate to taste. Even now, in this moment of new passion, she could remember the sight of Marion’s swollen clit, calling out to her as if begging ‘Please end my torment, devour me’, something she had been so close to doing. 

     She suddenly found the hand on her breast sliding down her body as the other’s hand, making its way through the thick and curly hairs she found between her legs and found that same swollen bud, just as large and tortured as before, if not more. Jillian couldn’t help herself as her own fingers began to move in a circle at the same speed as the one between her own legs, her own pleasure somehow sky rocketing from knowing she could please the other. 

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Marion finally began to relax as the kiss deepened, almost disappointed as Jill pulled back. Though she realized then how much she too needed to catch her breath. They looked at each other for a moment before Jillian spoke, her words thick with desire. Marion looked at her shocked for a moment, her eyes widening momentarily. Her heart was in her throat, She gulped. Then she simply nodded, and without another word took Jill by the hand and lead her towards the bed. It was as if pure instinct had taken over and she wasn’t thinking about what any of this meant or what the consequences would be. This was happening so fast but it felt oh so right.

Marion silently pulled the white curtain that acted as a screen around the huge bed. Turning back to Jill she stepped closer, simply gazing at her before reaching up a hand to brush the hair from the woman’s face. Smile fading, with shaking hands, the older woman moved her fingers up to begin undoing the woman’s dress. When it was lose, the material simply fell to the ground. Marion beginning to undo her own. Stepping out of her fallen robes, the two stood in their undergarments. Marion’s not quite see-through. Leaning in she placed a kiss to Jillian’s lips, deepening it as she felt her heat began to pound. Finally she pulled away, both hands now holding the woman’s head, her fingers in her hair. Lowering them, she tugged at the other’s slip as if to ask for permission before helping her lift it over her head.

Jillian stood before her now, completely naked. Marion blushed. She was absolutely beautiful. It took the older woman’s breath away. Only glancing at her naked form for a moment before averting her eyes. With another gulp Marion pulled off her own slip to stand before the maiden. She was shaking more than ever, and not from the cold. Forcing herself to look, she stared into Jillian’s eyes. Finding in them the courage to continue. She stepped forward, keeping her eyes locked with the younger’s. Reaching up a hand to stroked Jill’s cheek. “You are so — beautiful.” She whispered, her voice shaking. She looked down to take the brunette’s hand in her’s, leading her to the bed.

Marion gestured for Jill to lay down, the brunette simply looking at her in silent awe as she did so, Jill’s head laying on the pillows. The older woman joined her, moving to hover over her, her arms keeping her up. Summoning her courage, she gazed at the maid, their eyes locking, before leaning in to kiss her. This kiss was not like the others, there was an urgency, a desire. Suddenly Marion wasn’t close enough any more. Finally she lowered herself down and as their bodies met, she felt a shiver go through her entire body. It seemed to start a fire within her and as the kiss deeped, one hand at Jill’s cheek, the other began to move up her body to gently cup the woman’s breast. It was as if she was feeling what Jill was feeling, a sudden bolt of electricity shooting to her core. “Oh  —.” Marion moaned, suddenly overwhelmed.

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     Everything seemed to happen in the blur of a moment, the blink of an eye, and suddenly they were both in their undergarments and she knew what came next. She felt a burn in her throat, a sickness in her stomach-Marion would see her scars. She wanted to throw up or to cry, but she had to trust someone in her life with this, and Marion should be that person. When she slid off her final piece of clothing she shut her eyes tightly and swallowed thickly, expecting to hear a gasp or possibly even for Marion to call her hideous. But there came nothing, only silence. 

     Then she heard the rustle of clothing and she opened her eyes and saw Marion taking her own clothes off, her breath gone at the sight. When suddenly she felt a hand on her cheek she looked up at her innocently, heart stopping at her words. She couldn’t remember anyone ever saying that and truly meaning it. She wanted to cry, to collapse into her, but now was not the time. She followed her silent gesture and laid down on the bed, looking up at her, feeling dazed, as if dreaming. As the older woman hovered over her and kissed her, all thought of right or wrong left her mind, for she knew nothing could be more right than this.

     She felt warmth across her whole body suddenly and gasped into the kiss, one leg coming up to rub against her side slowly as her flesh broke into goosebumps feelings a hand running up her body towards her chest. She moaned when a hand cupped her breast and felt her nerves jump. “Mistress” she moaned against her lips, back arching. One hand ran down the older woman’s spine gently as the other mimicked her movement and ran up to her chest, cupping her breast and squeezing it gently, thumb running over her nipple. 

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Marion was still shaking where she stood. She began to concentrate on her breathing which calmed her a little. Part of her wanted run away, to hide, but she remained rooted to the spot. Deep down she didn’t want this to end. Now that she felt Jillian’s touch, she never wanted to be without it. It scared her how much she cared for the woman already. It was all happening so fast, yet it felt as though she was having an awakening. As though these feelings had been lying dormant within her all this time. The two had know each other for months and months. It was as if these feelings, this attraction, had in fact been there from the very beginning. In fact she knew it had been.

But there was something more. Though she was not yet ready to admit it to herself. How she felt for Jill was more than she had felt for any man, even Robert. The physical attraction alone was nothing she had experienced before. It was as if she was only experiencing this for the first time. And in a way she was. She had never felt it for a man. Though she been convinced that she had. Now that she ha something to compare it to, however, the answer was clear. Yet the brunette wasn’t ready to acknowledge it.

Marion let out a shaky sigh, a smile finally reaching her lips. It was a relief to have Jillian admit it. They were both learning. They looked at each other for a long moment. The brunette finally feeling a little more at ease. Slowly her smile faded as she looked at Jill with a sparkle in her eyes. Swallowing hard and plucking up her last ounce of courage, Marion slowly leaned in. Eyes open she turned her head a little and kissed Jillian on the lips. The kiss was so light, almost chaste. Eyes flittering closed, a few moment passed before the older woman reached a hand up to cup the younger’s cheek. The kiss finally deepening as she moved her lips. Marion was trembling but she continued, moving closer so that their bodies touched, one hand still holding Jill’s in her own.

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    She smiled as the woman pulled her closer and she felt her lips on hers, her eyes falling shut as her world felt blissful and peaceful for the first time in forever. She felt like her heart was racing in her chest and her pulse was running faster, like her skin was broken into goose bumps yet she had never been warmer. As the kiss grew deeper she felt herself melt into the embrace of the other, pulling away when she needed to breathe. 

     She looked up into the familiar blue gaze she adored so deeply, her own chocolate orbs near black with desire. “Take me to bed” she breathed softly, her voice so unlike her own as she spoke. “Please” she begged. 

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Marion was shocked when Jillian said nothing, instead standing up from her seat and walking towards her. The older woman almost flinched, shaking as Jillian came close, reaching up a hand to stroke her cheek. Her heart began to thump in her throat, eyes averted, she looked anywhere but at the younger woman. Swallowing thickly, she took a deep breath. It wasn’t so much what Jillian was doing that scared her, it was her own feelings. Closing her eyes, Marion shook where she stood as she felt Jill’s nose touch her own before placing a light kiss to her lips. The older woman exhaling out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d be holding in as the maid drew back. Hands moving down her arm, she swallowed as gentle fingers held her own. Marion finally opened her eyes to look down at Jillian who was looking up at her. There was a sparkle in other’s eyes, a look of bravery and of hope that gave the older woman courage that what they were feeling wasn’t wrong. How could it be?

“Thank you —” Marion breathed, sighing. She didn’t know what else to say.

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     She smiled at her words, bringing her hand up to her lips and kissing her fingers softly, doing the same to the other as if it lacked attention. She looked up at her face and stepped a little closer to her, in that moment, she felt like she was home and didn’t really know if she could or should say anything. She looked down at their hands before helping the other and placed Marion’s hands on her own hips with a gentle smile, her hands running up her arms and resting on her shoulders. “I don’t know what I’m doing either” she admitted. “But...we can learn together” she said softly. 

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Marion paced her room, feeling sick to her stomach. What was she thinking!? What had come over her? Had she completely forgotten her responsibilities? Her duty? She had been so relieved at the good news about this year’s crops that whatever had been holding her back before had seemed to momentarily vanish. After all, it was Jillian who she had to thank. The maid had saved all of their lives, her’s included. But how could she forget Robert? She knew in her heart of hearts that she would probably never see him again. He could already be dead for all she knew. Yet it had been so easy to remain faithful to a husband she hardly knew when there was nothing else — no-one else — to test that faith.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the dogs gave a loud bark. Marion jumped out of her skin, holding her chest and she shushed the animals. “Come in!” She said loudly, feigning confidence. She still sounded like the lady of the house. After all, she had to act as though Jillian was making a routine visit to attend to her mistress’s wishes. As the woman entered the room, the brunette quickly rushed to close the door behind her, locking it quietly as she did so. “Thank you for coming.” She flashed the maid a smile, returning to where she had been standing. Afraid to get too close.

“Please, have a seat.” It was more than a little unusual for a lady to ask her maid to sit in one of her chairs but Marion had never been one to act like a normal lady. “I — I want to apologize for earlier. I mean I didn’t intend to take you by surprise.” She said, looking away but being sincere in her words. “I — I’m sorry I have no idea what I’m doing.” She admitted. “I don’t regret what happened, but, you understand why I — I shouldn’t do this — but I want this. I must confess, Jillian.” She looked at her now, seriously. “I want you Jillian. As I have never wanted anyone before.” She bit her lip, suddenly shy like a schoolgirl.

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     When she called her in, she took a deep breath and stepped into the room. She would have shut the door behind her but her Mistress beat her to it and she bit her lip, watching her walk away. When she told her to take a seat, she stood for a moment before walking over to the chair she meant and sat down, folding her hands in her lap. She looked up at her when she began to speak and swallowed hard, She wanted her? She wasn’t really sure how to respond properly but she knew there were no words she could say that would make up for what she could do. 

     She stood up from the chair, walking up to her mistress. She looked up into her eyes and slowly reached up, holding her cheek in her hand. She ran her thumb over her soft cheek before letting it run down to slowly run under the curve of her lower lip. She could have said so many things in this moment but she chose not to, she chose to save those things for later, for now she didn’t need them. She simply leaned in and brushed the tip of her nose on that of the other woman, placing a feather light kiss on her lips, one so her mistress would know her feelings without her ever having to say them.

     She pulled away from the kiss, letting her hand slide down from her cheek to her arm, sliding down to take her hand, her free hand grabbing Marion’s other hand so she was holding them both. “I’m scared too” she whispered, knowing that even if the older woman hadn’t said it, she felt it. “But not scared enough to walk away” 

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This kiss wasn’t short by any stretch of the imagination but it still didn’t seem long enough. Marion only releasing Jillian’s lips from her own to come up for air. She stood staring at the other woman, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, heart pounding. Wide-eyed she was more than a little shocked by her own actions. “Forgive me.” She uttered, looking at the younger woman, almost sorry. But how could she ever be sorry, not after that.

There was a tension filled silence before Marion finally broke it as she burst into laughter. Tears falling from the corner of her eyes where her skin wrinkled. The laughter seemed to help and as it died down some of the pent up tension seemed to leave her body. “I’m sorry, I just — meet me later — .” Marion began, her words turning into a hushed whisper as a few work men entered the barn. “ — in my chambers, after dark.” She said in a hushed voice, flashing Jillian a look before leaving hurriedly. As soon as she was out of sight in the courtyard, her hand was at her lips, this time not wiping them. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the memory, before making her way back to the kitchens, a wide smile on her face, wider than it had been in weeks, maybe months.

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     When she asked for forgiveness, her bright eyes looking up into hers, dazed and confused. But when she began to laugh, she smiled, laughing as well. It was funny, after everything they had gone through, to have this happen again. When the laughter died down, she felt lighter somehow, not as weighed down. She smiled up at her, cheeks flushed both from the kiss and the laughter. When she asked her to meet her in her chambers after dark, her blush brighter. She looked up at the men who came in before nodding to the other woman. “As you wish, Mistress” she whispered.

     she bowed her head to her as she left, before bringing her hand up to her lips and touching them softly. She tasted so sweet yet so sinful, so beautiful and so perfect. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, feeling happier than she could ever remember feeling. And she counted the moments until dark, when all the others were asleep. Her heart was racing as she stood outside Lady Marion’s bedroom and knocked softly on the wooden door, biting her lower lip nervously. She could only imagine what would happen next. 

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The weather was growing milder, the spring turning to summer, and this day in particular had been the hottest of the year so far. Marion wiped her forehead, a few beads of sweat collecting on her brow as she helped knead the flour. She brushed a few stray locks out of her face, her long hair was plaited down past her waist. Her sleeves rolled up, she put all of her recent frustrated into the action of her pulling and pushing the dough. Every moment of tension she had shared with a certain maid, every dream she had had the past fortnight that woke with her becoming a flustered heated mess. The frustration had reached it’s overwhelming peak.

“My lady!” Came a sudden call, the brunette didn’t turn around as a older man came running through from outside. She only glanced his way to acknowledge his presence. “What is it, William?” She asked, through heavy breaths. “It’s the crops, my lady. They are more than we’ve had these three years at least!” He said excitedly. He and the head farmer had been busy all morning counting how much food the harvest, when it came, would bring. Sometimes crops were not successful, and even if they planted more than enough seeds that was not a guarantee of success. These past months had been crucial, and now after this morning they finally knew that all the crops would almost certainly survive come the autumn. Suddenly, Marion stopped what she was doing, and turned around to beam at the man in front of her. Walking over to him she kissed his cheek excitedly, suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of great relief and joy! For once something had gone right, and Marion knew the one person she had to thank!

Forgetting all propriety and overcome with a wave of emotion, she threw all caution to the wind and ran through the hall and outside into the bright sunlight to find the woman in question. “She’s in the barn, miss!” Came a distant reply to her question. Without hesitation, without a moment’s thought, Marion entered the barn with only one thought in mind. Finding the maid quite alone feeding the hens, she rushed up to her. At the woman’s turn toward her, without a single word, Marion stepped up to her, looking into her eyes for a split second before kissing her squarely on the mouth. It was as if all her birthdays and Christmases had come at once. It was like a firework display. The kiss started off timidly but quickly became passionate as the older woman’s hands came up to cup Jillian’s cheeks. All of that tension seemed to explode inside her as she lips crashed together, Marion’s had weaving around to her neck, bringing them both closer.

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     Jillian was feeding the hens when suddenly she heard someone run into the barn, looking up to see Marion there. She opened up her mouth to ask her what was wrong, but before she could get a word out, soft and familiar lips were pressed against her own. She was shocked and her eyes were wide with surprise, the last time they had kissed it didn’t last this long and Marion had pulled away-but she didn’t seem to have any intention of pulling away now. 

     She let herself sink into her desires, finally kissing her back. She could swear there was a fire in her heart and an explosion behind her eyes, her hands snaking their way around her body until her arms were wrapped around her waist. She couldn’t tell where Marion ended and she began, and in a strange way, it felt perfect. Her lips were soft and her tongue tasted of sweetness, the soft moans tat escaped them were sweet and oh how her heart was racing.