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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:46:55 GMT -5
[[Also I got to go by 12 the latest.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:46:22 GMT -5
[[Almost half tempted to commission that instead of Iona now...]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:45:32 GMT -5
Inez glared at Marion's 'brother' as he winked at her resisting the urge to make a biting retort at him knowing that this wasn't the moment as they were in front of both the king and the princess. Her eyes narrowed as he gave the princess some berries. They weren't the typical gift one would give the future queen but nothing about this event was really normal. However pushing her suspicions and uncertainty about this entire event behind the polite mask she wore when she was in public or played cards with some of her fellow lady in waitings and it was a still she had mastered from growing up first in the Spanish royal court and then in the English royal court. She tucked a stray hair which had escaped from the braid she had the front of her hair she had weaved it into behind her ear before looking back at the new arrival, the king and the princess. [[King (VII) is technically away somewhere dying right now, King (VIII) is away trying to marry a french person (that get's foiled as soon as Kurai gets back) ]] "Are they to your pleasing?" Thomas asked, curling his lip up just enough to look hopeful. "Quite, senor," Catherine said, still smiling at the boy. He put his hands together in a little celebration of joy and started to look quite proud. "Then, may I invite your majesty to a meal I've had my finest chefs prepare -- all exotics, from their own land, with some of the rarest herbs and spices around. I do believe Lady Margaret will be there, if you wish to speak to her," he said. Catherine nodded and gracefully rose from her chair, beckoning Inez and Marion to follow on with her. That's it, you s*xy, s*xy spanish w*hore the fake sheffield brother said to himself. But as they walked from the Lady Catherine's private audience rooms to one of the many palace dining rooms, Thomas slipped back into the outer ranks when Catherine got talking to a courtier. He wanted to speak to that good looking one -- the other spaniard. Once he was beside her, he put on his softest, but silkiest voice "I didn't get to make your acquaintance, senorita, could I be lucky enough to do so now?" he asked.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:38:06 GMT -5
((Not sure it should be Aiden's abs...he's kinda married xD Also, when she gonna start climbing? XD )) [[Flip forgot to change the name. But to be honest, who's not thinking about Aiden's abs? Bet emperor Daniel is sitting on his dragon somewhere making googly eyes at his super secret diary with the phrase "Mrs Daniel Demonae" written inside lovehearts all over it. And lol she's working up to it. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:32:10 GMT -5
[[after years of being an awkward teenage girl around attractive moody teenage boys, I finally feel qualified to rp this successfully.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:30:04 GMT -5
All the time, Iona had been watching. She had yet to see a powerful wolf fight -- as her family sheltered her from all of that. But by gods it was thrilling. She'd even started to feel the skin on her back bristle -- she couldn't transform as she pleased yet, so it was a good sign that she was gaining mastery of her powers, slowly but surely.
She tried to concentrate on it more. The passion, the rage, the ferocity, Alain's abs..wait, what? She shook her head, trying to ignore the thought. It was then she felt eyes on her. Slowly she flicked her own pink-lilac eyes to him and froze, waiting for a second to evaluate what she would do. She then very calmly, and very professionally stood up -- acting as if she didn't have a care in the world over what she just saw. She walked over to him, and leaned against a rock opposite -- as if she only chose the rock because it comforted her, not because she'd be able to have a conversation with him.
Should she say something? Should she not? She should be queenly -- ancient's damn it -- what did that even mean?
"Good fight," she commented eventually, before mentally slapping herself at saying such an obvious comment.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:14:18 GMT -5
[[honestly? Not really, I got extremely bad acid reflux (I have no idea why) and it isn't going away with gaviscon or omeprazole or anything. It's stopping me from eating currently. Which ain't no biggy I'm not exactly underweight, but hunger isn't a pleasant feeling. ]]
Tabir smiled. He knew that Alain would one day be able to kill him – but that day was not today. Although he’d never admitted to a soul, not even Valare, he wanted Alain to be the one who ended his life. His son hated him, and he didn’t mind that – but that didn’t mean he couldn’t love him. After all, why in the three realms would he risk his hide in a fight if not for love?
But now had come to end the fight, He slunk down, between Alain’s bite’s and claws, rolled over and then projected himself upwards, quite impressed that his core was still that good. Now, he was on top of Alain. He let the boy see his eyes – the true aggression that Tabir could hold, if the time was right. The time was not right. He swiped one huge paw against his head – hoping to knock him out, or at least knock him back into re-transforming.
At that, he was finished, and jumped off of his son, padding away and transforming into a human again.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 17:33:42 GMT -5
Alain lay still for a few moments, evidently very winded. Sucking in a few sharp breaths he heaved himself back to his paws, staggering slightly then shaking himself down. He swung around again, snarling viciously, his eyes filled with nothing but terrifying, fiery rage. He sprinted at his father again, his teeth and mouth actually aching with the flaming desire to rip him to shreds and taste his blood. He leapt at his legs this time, latching on and locking his crushing jaws on his fathers back leg- to any listening, the sounds of the vicious snarling itself would be enough to indicate the sheer ferociousness of the fight. [[I'm so sorry it took me till now to be on. I got really really sick today in college and had to come home. Here now until half 11 probs but then I'll need to sleep.]] Och f*ck Tabir thought, trying to pull out his back leg. Trying not to focus on the pain was one of his best tactic's in a fight, and was why he didn't turn to aggression as freely as Valare and Alain did. But that was getting increasingly difficult, as the pain in his back leg started to multiply. The blood was freely flowing and a few snapping sounds started to take place. While that was happening, Tabir doubled over and sunk his teeth deep into the lower back of Alain's wolfish form. He didn't gain pleasure from the sight of blood mixing in with the palomino fur his son had, but he figured that unless he actually fought, Alain would never learn.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 17:28:13 GMT -5
Thomas took that as his queue and dipped low, offering his deepest respects. He smiled silky and did not approach until beckoned forward by the curious Catherine. “Your highness,” he said. “It’s my honour to approach you – my sister speaks so highly of you all the time. I’ve travelled far from England and in my time I’ve seen many great countries and great works of beauty,” the ‘Sheffield’ brother added, standing back up and making sure his sky blue eyes met Katherine’s at all times. Her beauty was rather remarked, with blissful red hair and one of the palest faces he’d ever seen. Getting paid to seduce a Spanish beauty? This was the easiest job he’d ever taken. As he slid his hand behind him to find the ‘gifts’ he’d brought for Catherine, he noticed a girl – one of the ladies in waiting – throwing him a shady glance. Someone not believing they are who they said they were? Well….he knew only one way to solve that. He made sure lady Catherine was not looking first, but when she glanced away at the sound of a bird call outside, he winked at the girl – perhaps a little attention from the ‘fine sailor’ would shut him up. Perhaps he’d get two birds with one stone. Katherine and her lady friend. When she looked back around Thomas held out berries – sweet black-currants, that he’d dusted with a tiny smidgen of poppy powder to make extra special. “These fruits are unique, madam,” he said, “rumour has it they can make one feel quite pleasant.” *** Catherine hated lateness, she was graceful about it – usually – but she expected more out of Marion. After all, the girl had been a gift off of the Tudor family when she’d intended to wed Henry the VII after Arthur died. Of course, that didn’t last long, the poor man was too cut up over the death of his wife. But now she would get the queendom she was promised -- as Henry’s son’s bride. They’d been conversing for some time now, and she was fond of the attractive young prince. One might even say she was in love with him. But her thoughts were distracted from Henry as a newcomer came into the room – Marion had finally arrived, with the ‘long lost brother’ she’d been raving about. Catherine had given him an audience to welcome him back to England after his travels. And while she was aware of Inez’s stiff looks towards Marion throughout the speech, she brushed that off as petty squabbles resurfacing – she didn’t want it to be anything more. She was just a bit too interested in this newcomer. So unlike Marion – who knew that girl held such an exotic in her family. Catherine was not enthralled, but was not bored – her interest had been piqued. With a smile, she took one of the black-currants, popping it straight into her mouth. The euphoria started to take her straight away, and for some reason she felt like she didn’t have to be so proper all of a sudden. A bigger smile came to her lips. “Gracias, senōr Sheffield,” she said, keeping her eyes locked with his at all times. *** [[ 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 here’s our starter]] “Is there anything more unsightly, than the sight of a woman, in a pub,” Thomas Howard sneered, leaning his elbows against the bar-top as he looked at Ailsa throwing darts at a spare piece of wood. “Maybe your c*ck?” Alisa hit back with, ribbing the dregs of ale around her mouth on her white-shirt sleeve. Thomas instantly stood up and a few of his friends – other men of peerage, went in front of the dart board and directly into Alisa’s view. Clearly, his grace hadn’t taken kindly to the insult. Alisa made sure she was wearing her most miserable and grumped face when she turned to look at the Duke of Norfolk. The Duke of Norfolk – such a pathetic title, for such a pathetic man. All it meant was The King of England’s b*tch, and Ailsa didn’t think much of anyone in England – King or not. Save perhaps Margaret, her English born Queen – and half-sister in law. “You talk so big for a woman – if I could even call you a woman, you disgusting little..” before he could finish, his friends jumped in. “B@stard! I heard she was a b@stard, b@stard of a Scottish King,” one said “B@stard? I think she’s really a wh*re -- who sleeps with a hundred men,” another one chimed in. Norfolk laughed at that. “Not even my midgited fool would have her!” he said. “No…I know what we should call her…” His gaze had turned all too sickly for Ailsa’s liking now – she could tell this wasn’t going to go well for her. “…witch,” he finished. Everyone in the pub stopped. God damnit – it was a common accusation when she was down here. All manor of Scottish nobility had gotten used to the way she wore dark circles around her eyes, stuck with black grubby blouses hidden behind toughened leather corsets and loose linen skirts. No one questioned the King’s half sister. But down here, no – it didn’t matter that her skills in battle had saved Margaret Tudor’s life more than once, or her brother and her were so close because of their battle-field bonds, all she needed to do was be distasteful to the male eye and she was a ‘witch’. “Oh for f*ck’s sake Norfolk, I can be as much of a ‘lady’ as you are a coward!” Everyone in the pub gasped at her second insult, and the half-drunk Norfolk charged forward and held her by her throat. Quick as a flash, Ailsa pulled a blade from her inner thigh and held it to his hand. He could squeeze, and strangle her – but not before she stabbed his veins and he bled to death. Stalemate. “Unless you attend the soon coming funeral of Henry the VII dressed as a proper lady should, I’ll have you tried and burnt – witch. Don’t think your Scottish brother will save you now,” he growled, before letting her go. “We should have done away with you all years ago!” he shouted, before leaving the pup – reminding her that one of the real reasons he was so harsh, was because she came from up North. After he left there was total silence. Everyone in the pub was looking at her – some quietly prayed for her soul, others were just dumbstruck by her attitude towards a Duke. Either way, she didn’t need the stares right now. “What yae looking at?!” she snapped before everyone quickly looked back at whatever they were doing before the altercation. Some time later, after she was sure she wouldn’t run into Norfolk again, she left the pub. She had a good fox fur coat her brother had given to her after sauchisburn – when their father died. This enabled her to keep warm in the night as she snuck away to a burn inside the castle grounds – where she thought no one could find her. There, amongst the peace and quiet – she prayed. She did not find god inside the churches of chapels – she found god in his creations, not in the creations of men. As she prayed, tears started to slip from her eyes. “Please god,” she said “I don’t want to burn.”
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 7:33:08 GMT -5
Alain turned his head to stare at the wolf before him, before his eyes flared and his pupils slitted. Ma'sir launched herself forwards, sweeping him into her wings and away from view as he transformed, diving her head down to fight him down herself. A few moments passed, with lots of vicious snarling from both parties, before the wyvern recoiled from a harsh claw to her tooth that knocked it out. She shrank away, running her tongue through it, and decided his father probably deserved the attack rather than herself. Alain shook down his beautiful, partially-unmarred pelt, and flashed his white fangs at Tabir, falling onto all fours. He stalked towards him, muscles rippling beneath his fur and his shoulders haunched, ready to attack. When he was close enough he sprinted forwards, and collided with Tabir, immediately trying to sink his fangs into his throat. Oh don't hurt your flipping dragon -- those are rare, he muttered to himself, before preparing for Alain's attack. He wasn't particularly hurt or phased by the fact Alain would probably try to kill him -- his mother had done the same thing on several occasions herself, but they managed to make the best of their marriage. Tabir just stood, preparing for Alain's attack. Once he was knocked down, and the gnashing to his throat began, he had to act quickly to avoid truly dying. He was pinned down -- but he'd been in that situation before. He managed to pull both legs up until they could feel at Alain's stomach. He began kicking viciously, and the moment Alain was distracted or his grip was in any way weakened, he kicked with every ounce of strength within him. And that kick was so powerful, that it knocked his son off of him, hurling him throughout the air until he landed about where he started. Tabir smirked. Gonna have to do better than that, son, you learned that move when you were four. [[Sorry that so sounds god-modding but fight scenes in rp's are difficult unless you're doing by the minute replies.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 19:27:14 GMT -5
[[in keeping with the PM topic of conversation...I found this relevant gif to your statement. ]] ((Would that be the one about UK politics?)) [[if you mean US then yes. We ain't even started on U.K. Politics yet...don't even get me started on the Alex Salmond butt tattoo story.,, (And cause I should sleep, I'm gonna tell ya'll the story tomorrow. I am totally going to bed now. Night.)]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 19:10:21 GMT -5
(*Trump voice* I love it. It's perfect. Everything about it is perfect. It's the best. We're the best. *back to reality* But, for real, I love that idea and it sounds perfect to me! Ailsa, is it said similar to Elsa?) [[Oh my god that's so well timed considering what I just posted on cirabeth xD But yes, pronounced more ale-sa then elle-sa. I'll post a starter tomorrow now I must sleep. Hopefully the yellow glasses did their job]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 19:08:38 GMT -5
[[in keeping with the PM topic of conversation...I found this relevant gif to your statement. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 19:06:09 GMT -5
[[Ok Lily is sleeping now, but I shall leave you with a Tabir fight scene opener.]]
"She said what?" Tabir asked, choking on his fondant as the red-faced guard at the door tried to repeat what he just said. But the King-Consort laughed. He wasn't going to force him to do so -- he understood perfectly what was going on.
"Let me guess, she got annoyed, didn't she? Bet it was that Oceanaic one. The queen. What's-her-face. Y'know, the posh one," he said.
"I..Inai Hydor?" The guard stammered.
"Yeah! Ilie Hordor. That one. Oh well, thank's for the warning I'll--"
Being Beastia's son gave him something special in the smell department. Smells were as vivid as flashes of light -- and right now he smelled a wolf. Not one of Iona's little guards or Valare lycanthropizing. No, someone was trying to control himself -- someone he, despite his irritating brooding angsty teenageness, loved. So he sighed and said. "Excuse me, I've got to go and be..." he shuddered "...a good father," he finished, before turning around and stripping off every item of his clothing. He didn't want them to get ripped.
Pop, crack, snap. The sound of his bones echoed throughout the glass-dome room. The ripples of muscle under his skin started to bulge and his face spontaneously grew out into a threatening grimace. Shining white fur had never looked so terrifying. Without the eyepatch you could see the real wound, a black gaping hole in the middle of his face. The large wolf ran straight for the 4 inch thick glass wall and then staight through it. He flew across at least 50 feet until he landed straight in the middle of the beach -- shards flying all around him.
There, he saw him struggling to control. Poor thing, he shouldn't have to. Not here. So his father smirked, pulling back his wolf form until he was on his hind legs. There, he struggled, but eventually managed to put a paw on his hip and stick it out -- to remain in the true effeminate fashion Alain so
You know, those boots? So last winter if you ask me, he said, and prepared for the inevitable.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 18:52:50 GMT -5
[[Okay, so, plan. Elias is a groundskeeper, right? So how about Ailsa (my rough and ready scottish knight princess thing (on the front page) ) gets into an argument with a high ranking court official, who accuses her of being a witch. She's really worried and goes to the river to pray to nature or something weird like that, Elias catches her and takes pity on her asking her whats wrong, she explains that people think she's a witch cause she acts like a skyrim npc and then Elias teaches her how to be ladylike, in turn, she teaches him a knight's code of honour and knight-ish things and then says he can become a knight in Scotland or an even higher ranking official]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 18:38:44 GMT -5
((Well, Katherine's dead, everyone can choose a new protagonist now)) [[
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 18:36:34 GMT -5
[[character's are up. As well as another one to rp with 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 18:32:20 GMT -5
Aurinda smiled lightly as they reached her room and sighed gently, "Thank you for walking with me Ulfric." she told him lightly. And then she easily rose up onto her toes and gave him a light kiss on the cheek before dipping inside her room, "Goodnight." she chimed out the door, catching his gaze with a smile before closing the door behind her lightly. (Couldn't not let Aurinda give him a kiss, it was just perfect!) [[v v tempted to get valare to shout from the other room "Oh just bone him already!" then go back to her passive agressive knitting or w/e the hell she does. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 18:24:56 GMT -5
[[Ok, I'm too tired to do a fight scene tonight. Can I do it tomorrow Blood? I'll open with it at like 12 or so?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 18:21:24 GMT -5
[[fab. I'll chuck them up there.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 18:15:00 GMT -5
(You guys! XD I'm just picturing all of this and freaking Tabir coming out and wooping Alain while in his high heels and with hickies from Valere on his neck X3) [[Lol it should be 'Samantha Rouz' the drag persona.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 18:05:22 GMT -5
((Do you mean Alain? I'm not sure. If she does attempt to calm him down in that way I might earn you that he's kinda rough? Being Zale'masian+werewolf so x'D But I'm so up for him fighting Tabir in their wereforms)) [[Ehh she's a wee wolf so she can take it. But yeah Tabir can fight him instead. He's gotta be something more than just a pair of legs and a chest.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 17:56:36 GMT -5
[[So...Bloodeh...what we do about aiden and Iona?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 17:53:24 GMT -5
[[@silvy: Perf ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧: Yes, good, go rest. I should so totally do the same thing but welp I'm not cause I'm a lil mess uvu]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 17:46:09 GMT -5
[[SO TOTALLY MISSED THIS IM SO SORRY. I was basically just too distracted with my draw. Your crapstain of a rp partner is back.]] "Oh I know how to treat the ladies," Thomas started, slicking back his hair. "Just thought you might be interested in something a little...less lady-like," he commented, quickly sticking his tongue out and licking the top of his lip in some sort of attempted seduction. He got up and started to walk down the ally. "Meet me tomorrow beside the palace gates. I'll dust off my best doublet and make sure Katherine sucio su enagua con sus propios jugos at the sight of me," he said, hoping to God she didn't speak spanish. He'd learned a little, but it wasn't anywhere near perfected. The next morning he was found waiting by the palace gates. His hair was slicked back into a neat fashion, tied with a silken ribbon and there he was dressed in a very fashionable coat he may or may not have stolen off of his father...temporarily. He looked up at the big palace clock -- was Marion going to be late? "You know asking me twice won't make me any more likely to say yes." Marion replied "Behave yourself. I'll meet you tomorrow" -- The next morning and Marion was hurrying out to meet Thomas. She was already late, and she hated being late. God how she hated being late. When she saw him though, she looked him up and down and smiled, nodding "You look perfect. Alright then, are you ready to do this? And try not to say anything rude in Spanish this time. Catherine knows significantly more Spanish than I do, obviously, so you have better watch yourself. Be charming, but not vulgar. Try to just act the part of a young lord, okay? And for God's sakes, be polite to Henry. (Sorry if it's short I'm on a tablet) [[nah you're fine I'm pretty short anyway]] "Henry who?" Thomas joked, then smoothed his hair back once more. "Don't worry about it," he rolled back his shoulders and wore a smirk on his face -- quite happy at the opportunity he'd been given. He had wanted to meet the Spaniard for a long time, and now, there was the chance to do so. He maintained a light and bouncy walk the majority of the way, making sure he kept a goodhearted smile on his face and a spring in his step. Every courtier he met on his way to Katherine he nodded at, even those bellow him. Once arrived at the chambers he smoothed himself down one last time. "Let me do the talking as to why I'm here, alright? I've got a pretty decent excuse," he said, waiting for Marion to open the doors and let him inside. [ ]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 17:44:20 GMT -5
((I'm up for it!! Mine is caityloolinford)) [[added you. I'm the same name as I am on here.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 17:35:01 GMT -5
[[Right see for rp's Silversky: We could the making a knight rp. Now, part of me is wanting to put a Scottish character in here cause every time I type 'for england' I have to pray to a photograph of Nicola Sturgeon to clense my sins (that's a joke. I say that cause I've told that to 10 people. 7 of them thought I was serious) Yet I know that making a scottish knight isn't actually sticking within 'Tudor' realms, rather it's sticking within 'Stewart' realms, and therefore I'm still willing to make an English one, or a half-breed like me uvu. ash: Do we want to figure out how to Incorporate your character into mine and Semper's rp? Like, she could be the force behind exposing Marion and Margaret. I can come up with a stable plotline so we can all figure it out.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 17:04:53 GMT -5
((Anne Boleyn is probe my fav because she's so interesting but I love all of Henry's wives other than Jane Boleyn because they're are all such characters)) [[She is, I mean she changed an entire religion on the basis of her being s*xy. She is honestly like my role model and why I was into the tudors so much. I mean, think, she must have thought she'd died a failure but she gave birth to the first(?) english queen in history, and one of the most successful. And did you mean Seymore? Yeah she did nothing she just sat there looked like a white blob then died. I mean, that kid doesn't even look like Henry in the oil paintings. Can we exhume them all and try and get a DNA test here please?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 16:58:11 GMT -5
[[Good god why do these forums hate me. I tried to say, add me on snap chat and I'll show you there.]] (Waiiiiiiiitt.....would y'all be up for snap-snapping?) [[Yah, it means I can show ya'll my beautiful home. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 16:56:30 GMT -5
[[ you beautiful human. You exceed even my knowledge of Catherine of Aragon historically (wait till we get to Bolyen though, she's my fav <3]] [[Katherine Howard's my girl XD I know most about her, anyway] [[She was good at the end]]
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