Laura
@newwolverine.bsky.social
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𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞 MarvelRP 25+ GMT #AtomicBomb
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"𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗣𝗢𝗡 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦."

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𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙚 𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡
"Jacob once came home with a calf when he was very drunk because he thought it was a Dalmatian."

"I still don't know where he actually found it."
“Is it eggs?”

“I wonder whatever happened to all of Gwen’s eggs?”
“Congratulations, Ben!”

“I hope you don’t tear when you deliver your baby.”
“Silly boys are endearing.”
Charcoal is used for when you’ve been poisoned. It absorbs most poisons.

That’s why they made you drink crushed charcoal if you ate something you’re not supposed to.

Like soap.

Or toothpaste.

Maybe you should eat charcoal toothpaste?
@deathoncall.bsky.social

Unfortunately, I don't know you very well. But anyone with curly hair that looks as good as yours has dedication and drive. So that's a good thing.

Also your armour looks good. I wonder if it would stop my claws.
no me posting bandwagons when I will almost certainly forget to ever actually do them
Stole this from Ben since he's broke
Half the fun in it was the showmanship. Or showwomanship.

Besides, maybe tonight would be different and there would be a real spirit. It had happened before. They'd seen stranger things.

"I think I might want to wear a lot of lace tonight, get into the spirit of things."
"I will tell you the vampire story later, in private. It's not suitable for children's, or pet's ears."

As for the séance, she knew it was all fakery and tricks with sturdy boot soles, but she wouldn't spoil the fun for Jacob. -
"Poe it is. And maybe later I'll read The Black Cat to little Poe so that he knows what he has to live up to."

Laura smiled happily, one last attempt to pet the kitten, this time slightly more successful as he started to tire out, and she followed Jacob out. -
“Poe!”

He smiled. The kitten looked up, which was confirmation enough he approved of the moniker.

“I think that’s perfect!”
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"But you'd love them. It's all about homoerotic vampires and a lot of lace."

"And also blood drinking and such."

She looked over at him, grinning.

"I'd love to go to a séance. Will there be table rocking and spooking lights?"
No, not soap, Ben. Do not eat soap.

It's not like toothpaste.

Which you really shouldn't eat, either.
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“Sauve qui peut”. This is a French phrase that translates literally to something like "save yourself who's able/can" and roughly equates to “run for your life!” or “every man for himself!”, indicating a chaotic or dangerous situation/stampede. Postcard from my collection, no date/info.
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✘ - #ACRP | #BSRP
✘ - Canon | AU Portrayal
✘ - Lewd Earned | Single Ship
✘ - Bisexual
✘ - Face Claim | Daisy Ridley
✘ - Mature Themes
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Maybe you need some charcoal biscuits?
"But you'd love them. It's all about homoerotic vampires and a lot of lace."

"And also blood drinking and such."

She looked over at him, grinning.

"I'd love to go to a séance. Will there be table rocking and spooking lights?"
"Hmm." She watched the little cat play, occasionally managing to give his little head a scratch. But he was too focussed on defeating the cravat that he didn't look up much.

"Salem? Ichabod, or Poe? Lestat, or Armand from the vampire books I like but haven't been written yet?" -
"I did not, I was hoping you'd help me pick a name for him. Fitting for the season. I was thinking Hex, Wiccan, Sage, Jack, as in Spring-Heeled, I don't know! Something festive!"

The kitten was now rolling around and chewing on the cravat,>
She leaned down, offering a hand to sniffed.

"Did you name him yet?"

"He looks just like a little Rook with your cravat."
Introductions were made, and though Laura was desperate to hold the baby, she also remembered wanting to stab anyone who got too close when hers were little.

"Isn't she adorable? And you're all recovering well and settling in well?"
"Really? That's wonderful."

Winnifred came through, and Laura thought that maybe she did recognise her. Or maybe she just looked like someone Laura used to know. -
She leaned down, offering a hand to sniffed.

"Did you name him yet?"

"He looks just like a little Rook with your cravat."
There were quite a few of them now.

But they made it work. Just like they'd make space for this new little bundle of joy.

"Oh, a black cat!"

And it was almost Halloween!

"They're very lucky, Agnes says." -
Their house, while impressive for Whitechapel, was still fairly small. She wasn't wrong. But...a new kitten! And this was on top of the little calico so took him to adopt after losing Loco.

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“Jacob! We don’t have space for more litter boxes.”

Which wasn’t the same as saying no.

“So let me see him?”
“Is nobody going to mention that audacity of calling 6pm, ‘afternoon’?!”