What would your muse do if they found mine locked in a cell and chained to a wall? Put it in my ask or submit

chaos-goddess-yune:

hatsumi-lindocruz:

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((An interesting one I haven’t seen around lately))

A reminder: Just because our introduction thread died/got lost/was awkward/or boring doesn’t mean I don’t want to RP with you. It just means that some things don’t need to be tied up all pretty at the end, and I’m okay with that. So please go ahead and jump back in any time you want with starters/reblogs/or asks. Thanks!

(Source: the-wayward-huntress)

{{My phone is officially autocorrecting Kettu’s speech patterns. Great, except when I’m not on this blog…}}

Lets play 20 questions, the first 20 asks I get send I will answer, no matter how personal, creepy or sexual

(Source: sadly-forgotten)

Send ❤ for my muse’s reaction to yours drunkenly blurting out that they love them

do not send to op

(Source: bunnayqueen)

What kind of “charactershaming” sign would you hang around my muse’s neck?

loganweaponx:

@everyone

(Source: jekyllryou-hydebakura)

ask-clopin:

seselapod:

piefacemcgee:

shouldnt:

esudese:

shouldnt:

They really need to make capri sun packs bigger.  I’m not fucking 7 anymore.  I am a grown man.  All I’m saying is that sometimes 6.5 fl. oz. just doesn’t cut it. 

they do

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OH MY LORD ITS CAPRI SUN FOR ADULTS

SPREAD THE WORD

god is real and hes here for us

naturalcomedian

thegoodstuffisalwaystaken

{*whimpers and makes grabby hands*}

Reblog if you’re okay with people rping with you from their mobile.

ask-clopin:

thechildoftwoworlds:

imquiteusedtobeingalone:

This means unintentionally made link reblogs, an inability to use icons, and probably slowed response rates.

If it’s a link because mobile that’s okay, if it’s a link because you’re lazy that’s not okay.

{I’m almost only on mobile so… please don’t hate!}

{Always! I’m usually mobile, either phone or ipad…}

ask-clopin:

Clopin shifted slightly on his knees, cradling Kettu gently. He hummed deep in his throat, considering her almost-shy question. He did want some answers, but she had been so uncertain, so joyous when she was not turned away. He didn’t want to make her feel as though there was anything she couldn’t tell him, though he could understand why she had hesitated to tell him this.

"I would like to know," he started off slowly, conservatively, "exactly-" what in the world you are "-how this is possible…"

He paused, a pregnant silence growing between them as he considered his next words.

"But I would like to know what brought this on, Kettu," he decided on finally. "Not that you shouldn’t have said anything, for I am glad that you did, but why now? You seemed so- adrift, all of a sudden. What were you thinking of that made you wish to tell me this?"

Looking up at his face, Kettu elected to enjoy studying it thoughtfully. She knew why, but she hadn’t put it into words, and now that she mentally sorted that out, she didn’t want to push him too far. So she spoke slowly, also choosing her words carefully. “Well, f’r us, it ain’t unusual when a lad or lass comes o’ age, t’ go out and live away from t’e clan. Just t’ see t’e world, an’ learn ye self.” She drew her arms back to adjust the blanket, allowing herself to stand up without letting it fall or show indecently. “Oft, a woman goes back wit’ intent t’e find a mate, if she ain’t found one a’fore t’en.”

Fidgeting with the edge of the blanket, she paced in the limited space provided, “I been away an awful long time, an’ it ain’t. Usual t’e lose track o’ t’ clan. But it’s happened t’ o’ters before. Me aunt, an’ one o me older sisters. But we found ‘em soon enough. Me sister married a man, woodsman he were, nice fella.” She shrugged a little, smiling at memories, “awful carin’ wit’ me nephews he is.” Shaking her head she huffed, a small frustrated sound as she was getting off track.

“But, goin’ off as I did, I realized me heart weren’t in it any longer, aye, I love me family, an’ miss t’em I do, but… I realized I don’t care if I found them.” While she was speaking, she had turned her back to him, standing before his work counter, she picked up his favorite of puppets, smiling at it and holding it with reverence and familiarity as she let her fingertips trail over the little details he had put into the miniature version of himself. Kettu began after a long moment. “I had t’ let ye know what I am, because I’ve come t’ realize,” She was holding it close as she turned to face him, as though it offered support to her.

“I want t’ stay here, wit’ ye, t’e man I love.”

ask-clopin:

Clopin shifted slightly on his knees, cradling Kettu gently. He hummed deep in his throat, considering her almost-shy question. He did want some answers, but she had been so uncertain, so joyous when she was not turned away. He didn’t want to make her feel as though there was anything she couldn’t tell him, though he could understand why she had hesitated to tell him this.

"I would like to know," he started off slowly, conservatively, "exactly-" what in the world you are "-how this is possible…"

He paused, a pregnant silence growing between them as he considered his next words.

"But I would like to know what brought this on, Kettu," he decided on finally. "Not that you shouldn’t have said anything, for I am glad that you did, but why now? You seemed so- adrift, all of a sudden. What were you thinking of that made you wish to tell me this?"

Looking up at his face, Kettu elected to enjoy studying it thoughtfully. She knew why, but she hadn’t put it into words, and now that she mentally sorted that out, she didn’t want to push him too far. So she spoke slowly, also choosing her words carefully. “Well, f’r us, it ain’t unusual when a lad or lass comes o’ age, t’ go out and live away from t’e clan. Just t’ see t’e world, an’ learn ye self.” She drew her arms back to adjust the blanket, allowing herself to stand up without letting it fall or show indecently. “Oft, a woman goes back wit’ intent t’e find a mate, if she ain’t found one a’fore t’en.”

Fidgeting with the edge of the blanket, she paced in the limited space provided, “I been away an awful long time, an’ it ain’t. Usual t’e lose track o’ t’ clan. But it’s happened t’ o’ters before. Me aunt, an’ one o me older sisters. But we found ‘em soon enough. Me sister married a man, woodsman he were, nice fella.” She shrugged a little, smiling at memories, “awful carin’ wit’ me nephews he is.” Shaking her head she huffed, a small frustrated sound as she was getting off track.

“But, goin’ off as I did, I realized me heart weren’t in it any longer, aye, I love me family, an’ miss t’em I do, but… I realized I don’t care if I found them.” While she was speaking, she had turned her back to him, standing before his work counter, she picked up his favorite of puppets, smiling at it and holding it with reverence and familiarity as she let her fingertips trail over the little details he had put into the miniature version of himself. Kettu began after a long moment. “I had t’ let ye know what I am, because I’ve come t’ realize,” She was holding it close as she turned to face him, as though it offered support to her.

“I want t’ stay here, wit’ ye, t’e man I love.”

ask-clopin:

Clopin shifted slightly on his knees, cradling Kettu gently. He hummed deep in his throat, considering her almost-shy question. He did want some answers, but she had been so uncertain, so joyous when she was not turned away. He didn’t want to make her feel as though there was anything she couldn’t tell him, though he could understand why she had hesitated to tell him this.

"I would like to know," he started off slowly, conservatively, "exactly-" what in the world you are "-how this is possible…"

He paused, a pregnant silence growing between them as he considered his next words.

"But I would like to know what brought this on, Kettu," he decided on finally. "Not that you shouldn’t have said anything, for I am glad that you did, but why now? You seemed so- adrift, all of a sudden. What were you thinking of that made you wish to tell me this?"

Looking up at his face, Kettu elected to enjoy studying it thoughtfully. She knew why, but she hadn’t put it into words, and now that she mentally sorted that out, she didn’t want to push him too far. So she spoke slowly, also choosing her words carefully. “Well, f’r us, it ain’t unusual when a lad or lass comes o’ age, t’ go out and live away from t’e clan. Just t’ see t’e world, an’ learn ye self.” She drew her arms back to adjust the blanket, allowing herself to stand up without letting it fall or show indecently. “Oft, a woman goes back wit’ intent t’e find a mate, if she ain’t found one a’fore t’en.”

Fidgeting with the edge of the blanket, she paced in the limited space provided, “I been away an awful long time, an’ it ain’t. Usual t’e lose track o’ t’ clan. But it’s happened t’ o’ters before. Me aunt, an’ one o me older sisters. But we found ‘em soon enough. Me sister married a man, woodsman he were, nice fella.” She shrugged a little, smiling at memories, “awful carin’ wit’ me nephews he is.” Shaking her head she huffed, a small frustrated sound as she was getting off track.

“But, goin’ off as I did, I realized me heart weren’t in it any longer, aye, I love me family, an’ miss t’em I do, but… I realized I don’t care if I found them.” While she was speaking, she had turned her back to him, standing before his work counter, she picked up his favorite of puppets, smiling at it and holding it with reverence and familiarity as she let her fingertips trail over the little details he had put into the miniature version of himself. Kettu began after a long moment. “I had t’ let ye know what I am, because I’ve come t’ realize,” She was holding it close as she turned to face him, as though it offered support to her.

“I want t’ stay here, wit’ ye, t’e man I love.”

ask-clopin:

Clopin shifted slightly on his knees, cradling Kettu gently. He hummed deep in his throat, considering her almost-shy question. He did want some answers, but she had been so uncertain, so joyous when she was not turned away. He didn’t want to make her feel as though there was anything she couldn’t tell him, though he could understand why she had hesitated to tell him this.

"I would like to know," he started off slowly, conservatively, "exactly-" what in the world you are "-how this is possible…"

He paused, a pregnant silence growing between them as he considered his next words.

"But I would like to know what brought this on, Kettu," he decided on finally. "Not that you shouldn’t have said anything, for I am glad that you did, but why now? You seemed so- adrift, all of a sudden. What were you thinking of that made you wish to tell me this?"

Looking up at his face, Kettu elected to enjoy studying it thoughtfully. She knew why, but she hadn’t put it into words, and now that she mentally sorted that out, she didn’t want to push him too far. So she spoke slowly, also choosing her words carefully. “Well, f’r us, it ain’t unusual when a lad or lass comes o’ age, t’ go out and live away from t’e clan. Just t’ see t’e world, an’ learn ye self.” She drew her arms back to adjust the blanket, allowing herself to stand up without letting it fall or show indecently. “Oft, a woman goes back wit’ intent t’e find a mate, if she ain’t found one a’fore t’en.”

Fidgeting with the edge of the blanket, she paced in the limited space provided, “I been away an awful long time, an’ it ain’t. Usual t’e lose track o’ t’ clan. But it’s happened t’ o’ters before. Me aunt, an’ one o me older sisters. But we found ‘em soon enough. Me sister married a man, woodsman he were, nice fella.” She shrugged a little, smiling at memories, “awful carin’ wit’ me nephews he is.” Shaking her head she huffed, a small frustrated sound as she was getting off track.

“But, goin’ off as I did, I realized me heart weren’t in it any longer, aye, I love me family, an’ miss t’em I do, but… I realized I don’t care if I found them.” While she was speaking, she had turned her back to him, standing before his work counter, she picked up his favorite of puppets, smiling at it and holding it with reverence and familiarity as she let her fingertips trail over the little details he had put into the miniature version of himself. Kettu began after a long moment. “I had t’ let ye know what I am, because I’ve come t’ realize,” She was holding it close as she turned to face him, as though it offered support to her.

“I want t’ stay here, wit’ ye, t’e man I love.”

ask-clopin:

Clopin stood his ground, humoring the dark-haired woman, while the somewhat shorter Chloe took a step even closer and stared up at the newcomer fiercely.

“Are you going to stare at us and mutter all day,” she snapped rudely, hiding her jealousy behind harsh words. She never liked to see Kettu so friendly with good looking people, especially not a woman who lived close enough to travel to easily but secluded enough that Chloe had never met her, “or are you going to give us some answers? Kettu says you know your stuff, so tell me this, Miss Mystic - how the hell did this happen?!”

Clopin placed a restraining hand on Chloe’s shoulder but made no move to pull her back. He got the feeling it would make her more irate.

“We are just trying to figure this out,” he told the woman, making no apologies for Chloe’s behavior. She was a grown woman and she could figure it out for herself. “We would be grateful for anything you could tell us.”

The woman just laughed at Chloe’s attitude, then grinned at Kettu, “Aww, were you bragging on me. Tut tut, now I have expectations to live up to, little minx!” She gave Kettu a swat on the shoulder before addressing Chloe and Clopin once more, “How? My that does seem to be the question.” Walking around them she eyed them for a moment, before taking a steadying breath and opening her senses to allow her to See them. Normally she would not use her Sight, for what one saw with it, one could never forget. And Seeing people allowed one to see the true impression of them, sometimes that in itself was frightening. Unbeknownst to the two gypsies, she was Seeing them for all they were. “Oh, my… Indeed.”

After sometime of looking them over, all while never looking them in the eye directly for any longer than a moment, she eventually closed her eyes and shook her head with a sigh. “Well, it can’t be helped, come inside and I’ll have a look at what I can do.” She turned towards her house with an inviting gesture. “Ah, and Kettu, dear, please talk with Lucy, the no good little prat is expecting again! I’m getting quite tired of this!”

The redhead simply chuckled and shook her head, muttering something in her native tongue, then she smiled at her two lovers. “Aye, in we go. Eva will have ye right as rain in a shake.” She frowned at them faintly, “Or two.” With another shake of her head, she too turned for the cottage and headed inside, having turned the horse loose while Eva was scrutinizing her beloved pair. She shouted, “An’ ye best have tea in t’at shanty, not that sludge ya Italians pass as a drink!”