Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, like a Shoebox of photographs With Sepia-toned lovings
{Indie RP blog for 14-year-old Sophie Bennett. Multifandom.}
M!A: NoneFaceclaim: Elle Fanning
Side image by Ionahi! Thank you!“Now who said it was gonna bite? For all it knows, it’s just walking on another surface,” Jack pointed out, watching as the spider descended on a web and landed in his other palm. “The way I see it, most animals’ll leave you alone unless you give ‘em reason to feel threatened….except wasps, those things are just plain mean.”
"That’s not gonna make me touch it.“ She huffed, shoving her fingertips into the crook of her elbow. "You can have them as pets, for all I care, just keep it away from me.” As she spoke, she watched the crawling arachnid with concealed interest.
“Come on, Sophie, it’s just a little spider,” Jack coaxed the blonde to join him from where she’d retreated across the room. The “little spider” in question was actually a fairly nasty-looking one, but Jack seemed to be having a great time letting it crawl over his hands. There was no doubt that the spirits fascination with the insect stemmed from his love a certain web-slinging superhero.
“Seriously, this things harmless. I can guarantee the most damage this little guy will do is tickle you,” he grinned, jerking his head in a signal for Sophie to join him.
“How exactly can you guarantee that?” Sophie demanded, though she edged closer all the same. She shuffled until she stood a foot away, which was as close as she was willing to get.
“I bet nothing will even happen if it bites you!” ‘Squeamish’ wasn’t an adjective often used on Sophie. But even her brother knew not to tease her about spiders and roaches.
The more she spoke, the more Jack decided that even after this meeting, he would probably return for her and take her someplace nice; obviously just to show her what she’d been missing from the world.“You really like going against the queen, don’tcha?” he chuckled as he stood up, wiping grass off his coat (North would kill him but he’d worry about that later), and stopped abruptly at her words. His lips curved into a smirk, and he leaned forward.
“You’re taken with me so soon?” he queried, cocking an eyebrow. He offered his arm to her, his blue eyes twinkling in both amusement and a sort of relief he couldn’t quite expound on. “That’s a first,” he muttered quietly, hoping she couldn’t hear.
Without much of a reason, Jack picked off a blade of grass from his coat and put it on Sophie’s large (extremely poofy; large was an understatement in his opinion) skirt. “Don’t bother with it,” he told her. “It’s just one blade.”
The red in her cheeks contradicted the snark in her voice. “Obviously." Sophie sniffed as she looped her arm through his. She silently and smilingly took note of the grass.
"Wait- I meant- The, queen, and the going against her, that’s what it was- Not- Not that I’m not, er, taken- with you, that is, I just said that I- Obviously.” Her blush deepened at every stumble. Incredible. Elegant and graceful, oh, definitely.
She cleared her throat and began to walk, tilting her chin up in an imitation of confidence. Recovering from foolish behavior was somewhat of a specialty of Sophie’s.
His fur muffled her laughter as Sophie buried her face in his chest. It had been way too long since her last romp through the fields of the Warren, but nowadays, Jack rarely had time to snitch the young girl a snowglobe.
”Y’know what, I think you have gotten fluffier!” She grinned up at him.
He hugged her tightly, before remembering that she was still a fragile human with bones that might break if he forgot himself over the quiet joy of seeing her again. “Ah, no way.” he grumbled, all though his eyes shone with warmth as he finally let go.
“How old’re you now? 13? 14? Ya ‘lil anklebiters grow so quickly.”
“Fifteen soon, actually.” She grinned affectionately. Everyone went on and on about how she’d grown, honestly, Sophie had come to expect it as standard adult greeting. “Did you expect me to be five forever?”
OMG TARA IS INCLUDED YES THANK YOU THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.
Nothing is off limits. Give it your best shot, anon or not.
Friendly reminder that our muses don’t always have to be friends and/or fall in love… (u‿u✿)
They can be enemies. Brutal enemies. So hateful of each other that they fall asleep plotting the other’s murder. (◉‿◉✿)
She was different, and it was a good kind of different. The different that Jack liked— the different that no one else seemed to appreciate. He laughed at her interpretation, shaking his head. “My deepest apologies, dear lady,” he answered, bowing mockingly in his seat. “I don’t think I’d call you Sophia anyway. Too long.”
He hopped off his seat and rolled into the grass, for once not caring about having sod all over his pristine white coat. “My personality? Well, it’s…” He paused, not knowing what to say. “Y’know what, ‘nough about me. There’s got to be a reason why you’re so sarcastic,” he said, looking up at her playfully. “And make it quick, because I think we’re expected to be back in your court in a while. Are we?”
She watched him enviously. The volume and delicacy of her skirts, coupled with her mother’s inevitable outrage, ensured that she would never be able to romp in the earth as she had when she was younger.
"Oh. Well, I suppose…“ Sophie absently pushed her hair behind her ears as she thought. "It’s probably the fault of my brother. And how much I used to play with the stable boys when I was a child.” The children of the servants had been fun to play with, at least, when they forgot they were playing with royalty.
"And the fact that the queen detests it.“ She thrived off being contrary.
"Anyway, I do think you’re right. They’d probably be done by now, don’t you think? Though I’m sure mother would be delighted at how taken I am with you.” She wrinkled her nose at the thought, not even realizing what she had said.
I want to write stories.
I want to write stories that will break people’s hearts and shatter their worlds
Stories that will help them heal and slave their wounds
Stories that will build up castles and shape galaxies with nothing but ink and paper
I want to write stories that will change lives, laws, and minds——
So what do you say? Write a story with me?
Prince Ferdinand’s 200 Followers Art Giveaway!
So by some work of wonder I have managed to gain 200 followers on this little RP blog, and to celebrate I shall be gifting one artwork each to three lucky winners (random selection).
Each winner may choose one character which I will draw in one of the above styles. You may choose the style. (You may also choose to have your character turned into a cupcake.)
Rules:
- You must be following Ferdinand’s RP blog (thrillmethrough), it is a follower giveaway after all.
- Do not follow just for the the chance to win some art. That is rude.
- Only reblogs will count.
- None of that “I want a prize, gimme (grabby hands)” blogs will be accepted.
- Winners will be chosen and announced on 7 April 2014.
- Your ask box must be open or I will pick someone else!
For more of my art you can follow my art blog here.
“You know, you probably shouldn’t stand so close to me, cherie” Esmeralda joked lightly, a smile on her lips. “Haven’t you heard? Us gypsies will rob you blind..”
Her eyebrow arched, though she held back a giggle. “I don’t really think you’d rob a young girl, especially one who isn’t even carrying anything.” Sophie replied.
"Were you always this fluffy?" | ||
◥ | sisterbeliever |
“‘n you? Have ya always been this big?” Bunny replied, before letting his attitude drop, face lighting up at the sight of one of his favorite believers.
“C’mere and gimme a hug, try out for yourself.”
His fur muffled her laughter as Sophie buried her face in his chest. It had been way too long since her last romp through the fields of the Warren, but nowadays, Jack rarely had time to snitch the young girl a snowglobe.
"Y'know what, I think you have gotten fluffier!“ She grinned up at him.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” | ||
◥ | babyimadeitcoldoutside-blog |
Dammit- She knew this was a bad idea.
“Jesus-
- Now you tell me!”
Jack nodded, staring back at her entirely crazy eyes. His ears strained to pick up the telltale signs of oncoming backup, but it was all futile. He let out a yelp just as a healthy goop of icing smeared across his hoodie. “This is dry-clean only!” Jack exclaimed in a practiced imitation of a scandalized housewife. Shoot a scowl at Sophie, this immediately melted into pout as Abby dutifully padded towards the blond. “Traitor,” he grumbled.
She rolled her eyes, an act often reserved for her brother and Jack himself. “You’ve been watching Jamie’s sitcoms, haven’t you.” Sophie snorted. She gave the dog a final pat before lunging towards Jack.
"Now, hold still.“ His jacket cold in one fist, and the bag tight in the other, she carefully traced a flower onto his cheek