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new followers! hello hi i swear i'm here. i'm gonna spend today playing catch up on roleplays. feel free to send memes or look at my opens. i'll be around to plot!
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"Please my lord is far too formal. I insist that you call me Harwin." He assures her with a smile. He has never been one for formality which he knows his father hates. he would much rather be Captain of the King's Guard than Lord of House Strong. He was not meant to be the first son who held all the responsibility, not really. He wanted to help to protect and care for others in his own way. This way he had found worked for him. These things he had done were better the way he could be the best person others needed.
"Of course, they are lovely let me give you a tour." He tells her with a nod. He turns heading into the gardens which are filled to the brim with blossoming flowers and leafy bushes. It's beautiful and little fountains and dragon statues seem to litter every empty corner. "It is a lovely place to go when one needs an escape."
Rosalie continued to give him a gracious smile as they walked, her attention went back to rather quickly after seeing who was looking. "Well, I'm glad that I have been able to give you a good excuse." She replied softly. She laughed as little as they walked. She was curious as to who those men were, but perhaps that would be a question for another time. She was still learning the southern ways, though from what she can tell it is not too different from the Northern customs.
She had not looked back at the men and only kept her attention to him, perhaps it was a show to them that she wouldn't give them the attention they might have wanted. She shook her head at his question. "I have not ventured to the gardens yet, my lord." She replied. "Would you show me the gardens please?"
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"She is beautiful company." Mariella agrees with a soft giggle. She lets out a soft sigh, finding herself a place to sit. She moves her holy book into her lap so that Edwina can see it. She gives it a gentle pat. "My father is not... approving of how seriously I take my religion. He would be upset if he saw me praying so much. So I sometimes stay up late to read or have extra time in devotion. It clears my mind and is worth the tired feeling I will have tomorrow."
"I prefer day. Nighttime always makes me a bit...melancholy." Perhaps because it was a time to be alone with one's thoughts. Edwina had been more in need of it lately, but she still preferred the light of day. The clearness it brought. "I'm not made for loneliness." The smile on her lips was vulnerable and secretive, as she turned to look at the moon, pondering Mariella's words about it. "Even if I have the moon as company." She chuckled softly. The sound almost too loud for the serenity of night. "Why are you still awake?"
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"I mean... I'm trying not to but it's hard. How can I write about anything but you when you're sitting here being so hot and distarcting?" Eddie jokes before giving her a kiss back. He loves her so much and is happy to spend the rest of his days writing songs about her. His label wants more tough shit more stuff that they their supposed tough guy crowd would like. He would point out that their audience was all nerds and queer people but that would just piss them off so he bit his tongue.
"Okay but no leaking it to the press. Don't want the fans to see this before it's done." He jokes before handing her his notebook. In between little doodles that funny enough resemble Cassie is lyrics. They're all half finished nothing fits together but he's still in the planning phase. "I've got the same three chords stuck in my head I"m just trying to find something that fits them."
A blush forms on her cheeks when he says all that and her heart is warm and full for him. Eddie could make anything better for her and that is why he is the best boyfriend, and the best part is they are just in love. She’s the hot, model, girlfriend and he’s the rocker with a successful band that the media does not get why they are together but fuck ‘em, it was truly none of their business. And she had quickly become his muse from the jump, no one dared bring up their pasts.
“Is that what you’re writing?” She asks with a small smile and cups his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. Their lips pressing together softly. And selfishly, she knew it was all about her and it made her more giddy.
“Show me what you’re writing?” She pouts a little her fingers moving to brush through his hair and just keep him close. Of course she returns all the sentiments he was saying. She truly loved him.
@lcveblossomed
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"haunted?" samira asks, her voice a bit more nervous that she would have liked it to be. she tellls herself that she doesn't believe in that kind of stuff but she does. she holds her breath when she drives past cemetaries and can't do scary movies with ghosts. she thinks it all stems from watching a freaky movie about ghosts when she was way too young. that was ould be her older counsins fault if he hadn't warned her 30 times before starting the movie that it was scary. she hadn't listened instead she'd watched from around the corner until she was traumatized the rest of her life.
she lets out a little laugh and shakes her head. "yeah- yeah okay whatever." she shrugs dismissively. "it's just... weird. the vibe of the day is weird which happens sometimes hopefully it's good weird not bad weird."
@lcveblossomed sent in: i feel like we're not alone (samira)
a soft hum leaves the nurse as she looks over towards the doctor, raising her eyebrow. ( it's not every day that the icu nurse gets floated, but tonight she's in the emergency department. ) she's feeling a little out of her element, to say the least. she's not necessarily used to patient's being awake and orientated. if they were? they usually were trying to punch her but that's against the point. a thoughtful hum leaves her as she ties her long hair back intoa messy bun.
"well, that's a silly thing to say. we're in a hospital. of course it's haunted."
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The senior resident's job is to teach.
Ayesha Harris as DR. PARKER ELLIS ↳ THE PITT SEASON 1 (2025— )
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PROMPTS FROM DATE EVERYTHING (PART 2) * assorted dialogue from the 2025 video game, specifically the volt and eddie romance, adjust as necessary
trust me, i would never forget such a striking face.
why is so hard for you to believe i actually like spending time with you?
care to dance?
it's far too easy to lose oneself with you.
don't think i'm done with you yet, [name].
i imagine it would be quite difficult to focus on anything with you around.
you have quite the reputation. i'm eager to explore it for myself.
it's a pleasure to officially make your acquaintance.
i kinda feel underdressed.
trust me, you look stunning.
as long as you're going to be there, i'm up for anything.
careful there. i might just take you up on that.
are you always this oblivious?
are you always this much of an asshole?
cute. now get out, i've got work to do.
there's no time, all right? there's too much to do.
have i ever failed you before?
i'm serious, [name]. if it gets worse, you come get me.
how delightful. you're back.
you do learn quickly, don't you.
i'll have to find some more challenging lessons for you.
as much as i'm enjoying our conversation, there are a few more things i must attend to.
allow me to show you to your seat.
oh for fuck's sake, what do you want?
you actually care about this, don't you?
can i finish my drink in peace?
look, you'd better rest up if you want to be useful tomorrow.
you can't get rid of me that easily.
you'll probably change your mind once you realize what you signed up for.
i'm fine. you can put me down now.
that was unbelievably careless. what were you trying to do exactly?
just pay more attention.
i suddenly feel awkward and self-conscious.
you've done a decent job the last couple of days.
now you can get back to... whatever it is you do when you're not invading my space.
i already told you. big crowds aren't really my thing.
i do better on my own. trust me. i'll only slow you down.
be honest, you enjoyed yourself so much last time you just couldn't stay away. am i right?
i can't go back to being alone.
i can't lose you.
it's my job to protect you, even from yourself.
just do it before i change my mind.
i'd almost forgotten what this felt like.
isn't there something you wanted to talk about first?
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i'm not saying i want larissa, moritica, and the music teacher on my blog as like a trifecta of milfs.... however.
#(it's a good day for wren zhao the gayest librarian ever)#(her job gives her gay panic 24/7/365)#ooc / long thyme no see
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"Bird call. You stay hidden until one of us will call for you." Hela offers before giving a small sample. "Just... keep them safe, alright?"
She is the one to come find them letting out bird calls to get her attention. She hadn't thought they would figure it out but they luckily had.
It wasn't Omera's place to push, the seed of Hela being the child's mother was planted, that was all she could do.
When the subject changed, Omera let it go.
"I will, what's the signal I'm waiting for?"
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Aoife sees Hosea as her father more than she ever saw her actual biological father. She loved him so much 🥺
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"This is a me thing sorry- I need to be more professional. What do we have?" Emery says before she takes the chart. She has a quick scan of it before going into the room to check stats. She's gone for a few mintues asking questions. She comes back out and hands over the file. "Have you tested him for Lyme Disease? That's my best guess without sticking a scope in him to go searching."
A raised eyebrow from her. "I am aware." She said. "I have a heart patient that came in with a trauma that even my years I'm not sure where to start." Vanessa said. Which was saying something because she had been a doctor for a very long time. She turned the chart over to Emery. "Give me a start and I'll get it patched up so you can go home."
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"I am your social worker Jack not a miracle worker!" Loretta snaps back. She looks at the board and taps her foot letting out a huff. "Have someone send up North 8. I think that ICU doc with the hots for me is working. I'll sweet talk him but you're gonna owe me big time. Like dinner and drinks big time I am serious as a heart attack."
@lcveblossomed loretta & jack .
"i don't care if there aren't any beds available. he needs to get to trauma immediately, or he's going to die. make it happen, i don't care how."
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hurting my own feelings at 7am. @lcveblossomed
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"Dr. Abbot seems a bit blunt and pessimistic but there's a nice guy under all that stuff he has going on. Dr. Shen will be your best friend if you just don't get between him and his caffeine addiction. Dr. Ellis is going to flirt you can take that as seriously or unseriously as you want. That's just her personality. Bridgette is great she's our charge nurse. I'd trust her with my own kid which is huge. I mean I barely trust myself with my kid half the time." Lou tries to think if there's anything else but nothing comes to mind.
"If you need anything at all I'm your gal. I have a better set of social skills than most of my night shift peers." She jokes with a tiny smile. "That doesn't mean much though best social skills on night shift is a pretty low bar."
"Be an million times more easier than med school, certifications that's for sure." Letting eyes roam around to get more used to the layout of the emergency room; familiar to others but each always had their own quirks and muscle memory would certainly act up till got used to this one. "Nice to meet you too. Yeah might join in on that, depending how the night goes."
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"I haven't... I mean talking to someone isn't something I've done before. My uh my hometown was small there wasn't even a Walmart let alone a therapist. The doctor was also a vet..." Whitaker admits before pressing his lips into a fine line. He feels like he's already oversharing and he hasn't even started. "I'm just scared of it happening. You know just going to the grocery store and some creep with a gun shows up. That's basically every dream I have. I go to a grocery store, a church, the zoo, the mall, or anywhere and just... shooter."
Iyla knows to give space while they work out what they want to say to her. A nod from her. "Pittfest was hard." She said. "It's why I offered this open door because sometimes it's easier to talk to someone else about it." Iyla continued. "I know a few things we can try that may help the nightmares which will help you sleep."
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I’m going to work on replies when I get home. Would anyone like a starter? Maybe some memes? Let me know 😘😘😘
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