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Alaric looked and giggled in genuine amusement at the little pubby in his arms as it wagged its little tail and leaned its little head asking for more scritches from Crutchie. “I found it alone in tha streets when I was comin’ back from sellin’ papes,” he explained, better settling the small animal into a more comfortable position. “And I think it followed me back ‘ere. Ain’t it the nicest little dog you’ve evah met?” 

🐶 "Look what I found!" (from Alaric - newsie au?)

Charlie turned to look at Alaric when he spoke, and immediately, her face split in a gorgeous smile. "A puppy!" She struggled to her feet, but hurried to him to gently give the little creature some scritches behind it's ears. "Oh, hello baby..." She looked at the little thing in awe, completely in love... She gently ran a crooked finger up and down it's back.

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#a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah

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Delightfully Domestic Starters

“The coffee pot didn’t turn on this morning.”

“Who’s turn was it for breakfast?”

“It’s my day off, I earned the right to be lazy.”

“This could get fixed by a professional, or it could be fixed by an amateur for free.”

“You’re under arrest for being a blanket thief.”

“The use of cold feet in bed, as a leverage tool, is illegal.”

“How was your day at work?”

“I’m going to need a bath…”

“No no, you’re sick. You rest, I’ll take care of everything.”

“I think we need to go on a bit of a grocery trip.”

“I’ve noticed all the laundry was done. You didn’t have to.”

“Leftovers, or more take out?”

“The neighbor is getting obnoxiously loud at night.”

“When was that garden gonna get started again?”

“Dishes… right the dishes. In the next few minutes I swear.”

“I know you like my shirts but now you’ve even stolen my doubles.”

“All your oversized shirts belong to me now.”

“I can’t help what I do in my sleep. That includes what’s done with the blankets.”

“You were tossing and turning last night. You okay?”

“I’m not sick, I’m only slightly ill. There’s a difference. I can handle today.”

“So dinner was being made… and then I realized the smoke alarm was broken.”

“Duct tape is a temporary, long term fix to everything.”

“I love you, but you’re beginning to pass out mid sentence. Go to bed.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, I can do what I want!”

“If there is more noise at 2am I swear…”

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#character study: Alaric

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— I just wanted to give you a gift. Our anniversary- it has been a month. — Shit, was I supposed to get you something?

#character study: Sean #I've just decided his love language is giving cassettes to people I think :P

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#interactions: jacob x alaric #tw: illness

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You’re it! Rules are: copy this message to 10 other beautiful blogs who you think deserve this message! keep the game going and make everyone feel beautiful (っ◕‿◕)っ

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Thank you so much, my friend!!

#right back at you <3 #ooc

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Without you, man, we’re just three idiots who live together. You make us a family.

#character study: jacob #you might be the only brother trying to activelly leave the gang and persue a career but you're also the team mom

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“Fire Escape in Snow (New York)”, 1946.

Fred Stein

German, 1909–1967

Gelatin silver print

9 3/4 × 6 63/100 in

24.8 × 16.8 cm

A German refugee, committed humanist, and early exponent of handheld photography, Fred Stein fled his home country for Paris and later New York, where he captured both the poetry of the streets in joyful photographs and the luminaries of the 20th century in sensitive portraits. Despite the desolation and upheaval of the 1930s and ’40s, Stein found hope and beauty in city streets, taking photographs that conveyed his profound honesty and concern for his fellow human beings.

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As of August 23rd 2021, I have updated the RULES tab! If you have the time to read them, please do, as I’ve made a few announcements in there in regards of content posting. I have also upgraded the SOUNDTRACKS tab, if you want to listen to some tunes I associate with my characters and the script! 

#OOC #howdy folks! Hope you're all doing well! #I've been studying like crazy for college and also making some self discoveries; so I haven't really had the time to be here. #I've been planning on posting bits and excerpts of my writing/research process though #so maybe that will be a thing! #love y'all and have a nice day!!

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Important update on some main characters names!!

Marcus [the stage comedian] becomes ........ Markus “Mark” Cackleworth

Jackson [Belle’s partner] becomes ........ Todd Haarmon

#ooc #they have proper names now!! #I've been working on figuring out the characters more and I'm so happy on how they're developing #just a heads up because I'll start refering to them as such in script excerpts and in role-playing so no one is confused ;)

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assassin raised child with a fondness for art and animals? yeah I’m sold.

Damian Wayne surrounded by his new life

#ALARIC!! #character study: alaric

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#character study: hugh #That's Hugh Ramsey #he's been doing crime for so long to keep the rent stable that now it has become a family business

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Finals are finally over, so over this next weekend I’ll try to be a little more active in here :)

#OOC #*waves hand * hello there!! Long time no see; hope you're all doing good! #I'm not doing as good myself but at least uni is over for now and things can get a little quieter; I miss writing :) #and talking about writing... I have a screenplay to finish!! And threads to reply to!! aahhh #tell me if you would want to start something new or plot or drop anything; it's surely been a while

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In the early 80s, as the AIDS crisis swept through New York City, Howard Ashman asked his favorite musical collaborator Alan Menken to help him put a tribute to music for the lives and community that were being lost. 

This song was played at Ashman’s memorial service when he eventually died of AIDS in 1991.

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With a corner to catch the subway And a corner to buy cigars And a corner to wait for the Times to come out And a corner to lean on cars  

It was something just left to the Mardi Gras When my friends and their friends were there But it’s getting much too quiet Tonight on Sheridan Square 

I’m sure that it must mean something But it’s really too soon to tell When somebody’s gettin’ famous While nobody’s gettin’ well 

And you can send my regrets to the party I’d like to make it, but just don’t dare And why is it still so quiet Tonight on Sheridan Square? 

Johnny and Steve and Martin And a list that goes on too long Dennis and Bill and Barry You’re the reason I wrote this song 

Some of the boys have panic  But none of the boys leave town They say, “We’re on the good ship Titanic We’re gonna sing ‘til the boat goes down." 

And if it ended before it started Well no one told us that life is fair And why is it still so quiet Tonight on Sheridan Square? 

Somebody make a note of this You people who know the trends The wild ones are turning lovers The lovers are turning friends

And if some good rises out of everything Then the phoenix is rising there In the eyes that are scared, but softer Tonight on Sheridan Square

Johnny and Steve and Martin And a list that goes on too long Dennis and Bill and Barry You’re the reason I wrote this song

When you carry a load like we do What’s another few pounds to share? We can make it until the sun comes up And it will O'er Sheridan Square

#soundtrack #new york

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[sms: unknown] Indeed a cafe has been busy, but no problem!

[sms: unknown] All righty. I’m warming up the coffee now. Please call Marzena and I will give you your coffe immediately. c:

It didn’t take her long to arrive - perhaps the embarassment of letting other people waiting had fuelled her steps. Entering the cafe once again, Isabelle stopped by the door for a moment to quickly check her text messages before heading to the counter, trying to call the barista’s attention (although that shouldn’t be too difficult when you walked around carrying a toolbox).

 “Um, hey - ? Oh, hi! I’m looking for... Marzena?” She paused for a second, hoping she was pronouncing it correctly. “I was here fixing one of machines and forgot my coffee...” 

send  ✨  for  a  random  text  from  my  muse (from Marzena to Bells, maybe in modern verse? @the-last-of-the-hellhounds)

@the-last-of-the-hellhounds ║ 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . [status: accepting]

send  ✨  for  a  random  text  from  my  muse

[txt: unknown] Good afternoon ma'am, I know I maybe am interrupting you [txt: unknown] But you forgot your coffee. Do you want me to save if just for you?

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