1 month ago

((So I am pretty sure it’s apparent I’ve been struggling to RP on this blog, or on Tumblr in general lately, and I sincerely apologize for that.

I think I may put this blog on a hiatus for now, because all this time I’ve been stressing over trying to get Lamont back into the swing of things, and trying to juggle that with working on my career has been… Daunting to say the least.

I’m not gone, I’m not deleting, I’m just hitting the pause button for now.

So.

Yea.

You can always ask for my Skype or my main blog, for sure.))

dinosaursaresocool replied to your post: “((Wow fuck, hi guys, I’m sorry I haven’t been around, the muse has…”:

[*gentle keeses*]

((Wow fuck, hi guys, I’m sorry I haven’t been around, the muse has been fickle))

1 month ago

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1 month ago

notyouraveragesecretary:

friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:


For a moment, Lamont tensed as Anthea hissed, his already frazzled nerves coupled with an inherent caution he’d adopted around Anthea stirring a mild bout of panic in his chest.

…It was just a kick, calm down. The deliveryman smiled and chuckled.

"Aah… I’m glad to see her," he said with a nod. "About time she decided it was time to come out."

She gives him a smile that doesn’t touch her eyes, the personality he seems to brush out of her whenever he appears. She begins to regret calling him, but she’s alone, and if something were to go wrong, well, she didn’t want her daughter going up for adoption.

"They’re uh," she pauses, "Prepping for surgery. A…ah, c section is what they think will be the safest, especially since I’ve been in the hospital so many times this past month." A slip she lets out, but he doesn’t need to worry too much about it, since it’s in the past. "She’ll be out within in the hour, they say."

Lamont just nodded his head slowly. The chosen course of procedure was best, clearly. He was going to trust the professionals on that.

"C section. Okay. Yea. Good." He nodded again, something about their exchange feeling distinctly antiseptic. Well, it was better than arguing, at least…

"Should I, uh, wait here? Or…?"

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1 month ago

 (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ friendly reminder that i am a human being and just because reply to other people’s threads more does not mean i like you any less — muses are precarious things and sometimes the response to your thread just won’t come, and i don’t want to give you something forced (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ

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notyouraveragesecretary:

friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:

The door opened slowly, and there Lamont stood, looking haggard. He took a moment to eye Anthea up and down, his gaze settling on the very pronounced bump in her stomach.

"Lookit you, you’re ready to pop," he said, attempting to chuckle. He crossed the room, but stopped a respectful few feet from the side of Anthea’s bed, his suitcase still clutched in his hands.

She gives him a weary smile, he looks like hell but she won’t comment on it. It’s been the first time she’s seen a human in weeks and the first time she’s even considered speaking to Lamont since his departure. And for the first time since knowing him, she felt nothing for him, no string tugging on her heart, nothing.

But their daughter certainly did. A swift kick by her pelvis has her hissing through closed teeth. “She’s glad to see you,” the woman offers him, the only thing she can really muster up. “I think she’ll be glad you’re here.”

For a moment, Lamont tensed as Anthea hissed, his already frazzled nerves coupled with an inherent caution he’d adopted around Anthea stirring a mild bout of panic in his chest.

…It was just a kick, calm down. The deliveryman smiled and chuckled.

"Aah… I’m glad to see her," he said with a nod. "About time she decided it was time to come out."

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friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:

Getting to London was easy (portals were so handy), but it was everything after that which was promising to be daunting… First and foremost finding a cab.

Lamont only had a small suitcase with him, hastily packed before he’d left, as he waved down a cab and directed the driver to the hospital.

His head was buzzing and his hands were shaking, even as he arrived and signed in for a visitor’s pass. Things felt vaguely similar to the start of his last visit here… Right up to walking to the door of Anthea’s hospital room and knocking softly.

She packed a bag because she knew it’d take longer than a day. With her two hospitalizations within the past month, there was a good chance something would go wrong. Another reason she wanted someone there- wanted Lamont there.

So when he knocks on her door, she’s just getting into the hospital gown, folding her dress and placing it in the closet. “One minute,” she called, waddling over to the bed to climb in before answering him again. “Okay I’m ready.”

The door opened slowly, and there Lamont stood, looking haggard. He took a moment to eye Anthea up and down, his gaze settling on the very pronounced bump in her stomach.

"Lookit you, you’re ready to pop," he said, attempting to chuckle. He crossed the room, but stopped a respectful few feet from the side of Anthea’s bed, his suitcase still clutched in his hands.

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Getting to London was easy (portals were so handy), but it was everything after that which was promising to be daunting… First and foremost finding a cab.

Lamont only had a small suitcase with him, hastily packed before he’d left, as he waved down a cab and directed the driver to the hospital.

His head was buzzing and his hands were shaking, even as he arrived and signed in for a visitor’s pass. Things felt vaguely similar to the start of his last visit here… Right up to walking to the door of Anthea’s hospital room and knocking softly.

[txt] Where are you? What hospital?Asked By - friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman

notyouraveragesecretary:

friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:

notyouraveragesecretary:

[SMS] The Portland Hospital. -A

[SMS] Suite 4.-A

[txt] Heading there right now.

[txt] Had business in the area, see you in a few.

[SMS] How will you get here?-A

[SMS] Will you get here in time?-A

[txt] Yes.

[txt] Don’t worry

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