I Am A Forgetful Role Player.

i am a forgetful role player.

     sometimes i will post inbox calls, starter calls or interaction calls and i will happily begin … when i have muse for it, and sometimes i will lack muse, and i may forget about it all.

     that is not because of you, the other part.

     forgetfulness is something that we often frown upon, take as an insult directly towards us as a person. “but they never write to me”, “they always forget about me”, “i’m not gonna interact because they always forget” and while these things are totally valid, it must be said that forgetting things are human. not only is it human, but we should allow role players to be forgetful every now and then, simply because many, if not all, have lives outside of Tumblr that require a lot of them.

     my forgetfulness is never directed towards you as a person.

     my forgetfulness is never directed towards your creations.

     sometimes i forget because …

i am tired.

i have a lot on my mind.

i get lost in other tasks.

i have to prioritize.

i bite over more than i can chew.

i simply forget.

     therefore it must be said, have patience. reach out. don’t just sit back and huff about how you “always seem to be forgotten”. some folks have a lot on their minds, and that needs to be allowed.

Do you not need a chaperone?

"A chaperone?" Anne blinked, a hint of amusement in her tone. She'd been governess to three young ladies for the past year, a job that seemed unending. The only time Anne was truly allowed a moment of peace and quiet was on her walks into town. She knew his intentions were most likely nothing but well-meant, but a part of Anne was bristled that she appeared to need such a thing.

"I appreciate your manners, sir, but think you are mistaken." Her words held a hint of sarcasm as she spoke, hoping such disinterest might be enough to dissuade his kindness. Kindness often equalled debt and she'd had enough of that in her life.

But perhaps he thought she was just another young lady out and about. She had been, once upon a time ago, but that life of luxury had been left behind years prior. But, if he thought her merely a young lady on her own, she supposed that would require a chaperone. Anne couldn't imagine Lady Sarah, or any of her charges wandering the streets by themselves. Realizing his possible ignorance, Anne smiled and shook her head. "I'm quite capable of walking on my own."

She knows its wrong to imagine herself in the arms of a stranger, but it had been too long since she'd felt such a spark. She was here as a guest--as a chaperone if she were being completely honest with herself--and she shouldn't have allowing her gaze to wander at all. With three wily girls under her care, and a sister enjoying the magic of her wedding day, Anne shouldn't have had the opportunity to let her eyes wander to anyone but the starring couple. Yet, her dark blue eyes always managed to find him.

He, who, despite seemingly meeting her gaze her all night, had taken the hand of another woman and swept her out of the room. The bride wouldn't be the only one to enjoy a night of passion, it seemed. Not that it mattered. Not to her. This was her sister's wedding, Charlotte's day of magic, not hers. Yet a sour taste lingered in the back of her mouth, not quite jealousy, but something just as unreasonable.

After what felt like an eternity, Anne left out a soft grumble. Turning, she was surprised to notice that anyone she might converse with seemed preoccupied. The three girls were busy befriending other girls their age and Charlotte seemed to be lost in her husband's eyes. But Anne saw it as an opportunity. If anyone noticed her exit, she could say she was searching for the bathroom. But, in truth, she had a far more devious plan.

It didn't take long to find the pair of miscreants. Not when the door was left open and the sounds of muffled pleasure spilled from the room. Anne knew she shouldn't stay. It was untoward to be neqr such a thing, let alone watch it unfold. But, once again, his eyes seemed to find hers and her feet felt rooted in place. Only when the woman leaves does she gather the courage to speak. Though, courage wasn't exactly the way she'd describe this feeling.

"If I...? Are you...?" She stared at him, lips parted and finger ready to be pointed in his direction. She'd never felt more like a teacher than in this moment, and yet it was perfectly called for, she believed. Was he truly accusing her of following him? She had, she supposed, done exactly that, but it wasn't for whatever he was assuming it was for. Was it?

"You are unbelievable. Not only are you acting with such misconduct, and at a wedding, might I add, but now you have the audacity to assume I'm here for the same thing? Women don't exist to please you." A scoff left her as she crossed her arms over her chest, not able to meet his eyes for the first time all night. "And I am certainly not some wanton that is chasing after you, if that's what you think."

open to anyone. medieval/period/fantasy era. i watched the first ep of d.omina and got inspired. lorcan and your muse haven't stopped staring at each other during this wedding (either your muse's or a third party). your muse caught lorcan fooling around with someone's wife during the party and now they're scolding him about it.

an evening of stealing glances at one another from across rooms has admittedly left him intrigued enough to try and get them alone. it's fairly easy. he makes sure they're watching as he takes the woman whom he made a false promise to marry once she leaves her husband and finds a private room. he makes sure to leave the door unlocked so that his little shadow can come watch if they so wanted. and sure enough, he finds them lingering in the doorway, bearing witness to his debauchery. he holds their gaze the entire time his mistress is down on him, until they break eye contact and turn away just as he finishes. after his mistress leaves, lorcan finally approaches them and immediately invades their space, pleased that his plan worked.

"if you wanted to get me alone, all you had to do was ask." he teases like he didn't just cook up an elaborate scheme to do just that.

Anne takes a seat across from the stranger. It wasn't like her to talk to strangers, but something about Athena made her curious. If it were any boorish man, she would've turned tail and went straight home. But something about this conversation made her feel like her old self again.

"I've spent the better part of my life caring for children, so sticky surfaces are not entirely foreign to me." As she positioned herself in the seat, Anne allows her eyes to scan the table and take note of how truly dirty it was. A mess like this would be enough to get her fired, she thought. But there was a reason the upper classes didn't hang about in taverns and pubs. Her lips turned down in disgust at the grime, but the expression had vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

"And is that your goal for the evening? To be disguised?"

athena brightened considerably at the other woman's arrival. although the princess wanted to enjoy the village life, there was simply too many rowdy patrons in the bar. most of the men left her alone and she was thankful for that. still, athena did not have many friends who didn't have ulterior motives.

"i can see why," she mutters, setting down the cup with a small sigh. "please, join me," athena invites, sweeping her hand across the table. "the table is sticky and seats are not very comfortable, but that one is yours if you'd like it." the blonde smiled. "well, i suppose i can't blame them. we all want to be disguised sometimes."

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐑. 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

All quotes are taken by Julia Quinn's Romancing Mr. Bridgerton, which the upcoming season three of Bridgerton is based upon. Change names, locations, pronouns as you see fit. Some of these are suggestive or spicy so beware but mostly, it's full of witty banter.

I love you with everything I am, everything I’ve been, and everything I hope to be.

 love you for the children we’ll have and for the years we’ll have together.

Do I look like a mess?

In three days. I will be your husband. I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means?

You are not going to waltz in here and distract me with a clever phrase and a beguiling smile.

You think my smile is beguiling?

You're in a rather odd mood today.

Isn’t it nice, to discover that we’re not exactly what we thought we were?

Just be quiet and accept the praise.

And why, pray tell, should I make it easy?

You're young, wealthy, and you're a *man*.'You can do anything you want.

You are a terrible liar, did you know that?

Actually, I'm an excellent liar. But what I'm really good at is appearing appropriately sheepish and adorable after I'm caught.

You’re the imperfect man of my heart, and that’s even better.

I believe we were discussing your dissatisfaction with life as the most popular man in London.

I suggest, that we flee the scene.

People are like fine wines. If they start off good, they only get better with age.

Why waste romance on a love that would never be returned?

Ah, now, there's the question I've been waiting for.

You can kiss me, too. A kiss is for two people.

When did I start needing you so much?

We women must look out for one another since it is clear no one else will do so.

Nobody ever thinks it's nice to see me...But I thank you for lying all the same.

But you’re mine, aren’t you?

You’ll find marriage a lot easier if you simply allow it to be.

Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for a woman alone in the City? Alone anywhere?

For God’s sake, Penelope. Are you going to marry me or not?

It has occasionally been remarked that I possessed a small modicum of intelligence in my youth, as well.

Half the time they didn’t even know I was there.

I didn't want you to think I stopped because you didn't please me.

You be quiet. It’s my turn to speak.

For the love of God, girl, don’t look! He’ll know you’re interested.

Suppose I told everyone that I had seduced you.

It wouldn’t matter that we had never even kissed. That, my dear Penelope, is the power of the word.

You’re not planning to refuse me, are you?

You’ve always been cheeky, did you know that?

Tell me what to do.

Tell me if I do anything you don't like.

I want to see you sitting up, so I can see them full and lovely and large. And then I want to crawl behind you and cup you.

And I want to do it in front of a mirror.

All these fools, trying to figure out what you did to get him to marry you, when all you really did was be yourself.

Colin, don't tease. I'm trying to be helpful.

I need a private moment with you, anyway.

You are beautiful, I don't know why nobody else sees it.

Anyone might see.

I want to dance with you.

Tenacity can be a very good thing, at the proper time.

I will always look after you, Penelope. You are special to me.

Ever the attentive nurse.

Are you going to tell me what is going on?

No, first I’m going to kiss you.

She’s lovely and intelligent and has a fine sense of humor. Who wouldn’t want to marry a woman like that?

You’re almost ready for me. So wet, but so tight.

Did you think I wouldn’t touch you like this?

So you’re saying you might like it like this?

You don’t like the dark?

I will make this right. I just need you to trust me.

What did she do to you?

My mother did say she would not forgive us unless we produced a grandchild.

I think that you were going to say that you wanted me to touch you 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆-

The way you were dancing with her looked rather interesting. You courting the girl, Bridgerton?

Oh, Penelope. Please tell me this feels good. Please.

Take a chance and see if you soar.

I don’t want to die without ever been kissed.

Sometimes I think I know you better than I know myself. And you would never do anything that would hurt me.

Good choice dancing with this one. I've always liked her. More brains than the rest of her family put together.

I don’t care what anyone says. No one can take that from me.

I am proud of what I’ve done. I don’t care what you say.

Is that a proposal?

I can’t believe you’re speaking to me like this.

You can’t believe I’m doing it or that I possess the nerve to do so?

Into the carriage.

Why, then do you grow so distant and cold.

You don't know my prayers.

Colin, you'll be ruined, too.

The dark, brooding types get all the women.

Penelope Featherington, I think you should dance with me.

One would think that a vital component of charity and grace is the ability not to draw attention to one's possession of them.

When did I gave you leave to interpret my sighs?

I want to strip you bare and sink into you and never let you go.

open to: m/f/nb ! plot: anne is a governess & on her day off she's in town doing errands. that's it :-) note: feel free to assume preestablished relations!

It was her day off and, although Anne wanted nothing more but to crawl into bed and rest the hours away, she had errands that needed to be run before she could commit herself to an evening of leisure. She had managed to finish most of her shopping in the early morning hours, before the streets got too clustered with people, but she still had a few more shops to stop in before she was free to return home. But before she could set her sights on the book shop, her stomach began to rumble. Anne sighed, resting her hand over her stomach, trying to coo the rumbling away like a noisy child, but it was no use. If she were to finish her errands thoroughly, she’d need the fuel to keep going—especially since she’d be walking back to the Pleinsworth estate when she was through. Turning into the nearest tavern, Anne hoped to grab something quick and head back out into the morning air, but as soon as she began to open the door, she collided with another and nearly toppled to the ground.