(Independent, multifandom, multishipping, and OC friendly Pip Bernadotte RP blog. Occasionally NSFW. Faceclaim is Gaspard Ulliel.)
((been kind of lethargic for the past few weeks
and when i get like this i don’t do anything productive for days at a time |”D))
Unsent text: I don’t want to be an absentee father.
Heartfelt confession: “I would seriously consider quitting smoking for you. This isn’t something I’d ever do for anyone else.”
What my muse finds attractive about yours: Pip loves Darcy’s hourglass figure to death. It turns him on like nobody’s business. When someone’s staring at her, he’ll look over and give them a grin that says he can’t believe his luck.
Threatening text: If you don’t stop harassing that poor Rick Jones, I won’t have sex with you for the foreseeable future until you do. I mean it. You know that I can hold out longer than you.
What my muse thinks of yours: Pip thinks the world of Darcy. He’d follow her to the ends of the earth if need be and he would trust her to do the same for him. She’s the best thing he never knew he needed in his life and he would never let her go unless she wanted to leave.
2am text: Coming home. All targets were silenced. Everyone is all right et the rescues are doing fine. C’est un miracle foutu.
Drunk text: IEH WIYLLE KIHIYLL TEH NEYXT MAHIN WHOOOO SAEYES YOUHR TIYTS AAREHN’T REAHYLE IEH SEWEAAYRE TOUH GOYDE
[I’m the one on the far left. Not bad for no makeup, huh?]
[Drunk Text] Yuouih knohw, eet’sss noht giyvihng mie wune drynk tat’s gohying tou maekeh mie un allcoohoaliyck.
[Drunk Text] Eet’sssssss nohyt gihviyhng mieh tayat sehcound bohttyle of buourbon thayat weilllllllllll.
Send me a ♦ for an unsent text.
Send me a ♥ for a heart felt confession.
Send me a ♯ for what my muse finds attractive about yours.
Send me a ☠ for a threatening text.
Send me a ♫ for what my muse thinks of yours.
Send me a ✉ for a 2am text.
Send me a ♚ for a drunk text
Imagine your most self-conscious OTP person giving the other a striptease.
She was eating twizzlers again, had one hanging out of the corner of her mouth when he finally stirred. It wasn’t that she had been there the entire time, either. She had managed to sneak out twice, with some careful replacement of her body with her largest pillow, but she didn’t dare try a third time.
Even though she really, really had to pee.
“What’s wrong?” she was trying not to bounce her knee as she held it in. “Twizzler?”
Pip looked up at her, noting her discomfort. “Nothing that can’t wait. Don’t tell me you’ve been sitting here this whole time? You could have woken me up and I would have moved.” He gently nudged her off the bed. “Vas-y. I’m not going anywhere. I can’t with a stab wound.”
“As if, I’ve been out of the bed at least three times since you passed out. You’ve gotten comfortable with me or your painkillers are really great,” she grinned. Darcy’s grin faltered though and she squirmed to get out from under him.
“Okay but I reaaaally have to pee now so can you…?”
“Go, go.” Pip eased her off the bed in earnest and gave her a gentle shove. “Don’t wait around because of me. I’ll be fine on my own for un peu de temps.” With her away, it would give him time to gather his thoughts and compose himself.
He sat up when she left and picked up a pack of cigarettes. Digging one out, he lit it and the nicotine calmed his nerves. Pip was flipping through the pages of the book she had left nearby when she returned.
“Le Petit Prince? I didn’t know you liked Antoine de Saint-Expury.”
He wasn’t supposed to go through the book. In fact, she had somehow thought he wouldn’t be interested in any books, not the ones she liked anyway. When Darcy returned she paused by the edge of the bed and her mouth fell open stupidly and her cheeks burned bright.
“I.. well I don’t.. I mean, I didn’t, I was just..” she felt lame, admitting the real reason behind trying to read the book. It was in French and under that book was a French to English language guide. She obviously wasn’t very far into it and had little slips of paper marking where she left off with notes scrawled onto it.
She was trying to understand French, and probably going about it all wrong.
“Tiens, viens ici.” Pip frowned and tugged on her hand, pulling her onto his lap. He’d seen the paper, but ignored it in favor of the book itself. Antoine de Saint Expury was one of his favorite authors. “Are you trying to learn my language? There’s no shame in that.”
“That wasn’t the only thing he wrote. He was a fighter pilot during World War II et he wrote about his experiences going up in the air. I read them as a kid; my eyes were glued to the page the entire time. I have a worn out copy of an anthology that has Le Petit Prince in it along with his memoirs somewhere in my room. I’ve had it for years.” He shrugged. “They teach it in school, anyway, donc that was a nice choice on your part.”
“How’s it going for you? Are you doing all right?”
100% chance is that I’m stalking your blog from afar, reading your roleplays, sending you anons, & wishing I could be one of the lucky people who write with you but aM JUST HIDING IN A CORNER TOO AFRAID TO SAY ANYTHING.
Five more facts about me:
1. I was once accused of having built a meth lab in the youth room closet of a Unitarian Universalist church that my family went to for a few years with my friends.
2. While religiously I’m a pagan, I culturally identify as Jewish because my mother is Jewish. My dad is Christian. Our house is interfaith and very, very secular, though we celebrate both Christian and Jewish holidays.
3. I’m a feminist. My mother is a Second Wave feminist, so while we do clash on some things, our politics generally align.
4. If you were to ask me which subculture I identified with, I’m a Goth. I’ve been one since I was twelve years old. It’s a part of me, but it doesn’t define me, so I do have other interests outside of it.
5. I grew up listening to folk music, old country, bluegrass, and zydeco. I still really love them all.