❝ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ.❞ ¬ tes oc ¬ tes/mv/aus ¬ serious/banter ¬ 18+ × writer tag: #Deaditore • #TESRP | #ESORP •

Roleplay call ! 💙 For a random starter 🔁 For DM to plot

{ @MakingOwnLuck } Alistair would never admit it, but he was lost. Terribly so. He'd lost his map earlier this morning and proceeded to get turned around at some point through the woods. Now he was left sitting on a stump in frustration. He wished he knew the area better.

"It's going to be a long night.."

"𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨." °• ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ, ᴍɪꜱꜰɪᴛ. °• #ᴀᴄʀᴘ #ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍʟᴇꜱꜱ °• ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ/ʙɪ °• ʜᴜᴍᴏᴜʀ °•18+ ▬▬ι═══════>

//mmmmore prompts

Anytime Asher is in sight.

/Sunday? Sure.

"I'm getting married." "....oh god I'm getting married."

."𝓥𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓸𝓲𝓻, 𝓬’𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓻.". ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ: . //“ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ, .ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ.\\

He's still around, just been thinking.

they say keep your friends close but your enemies closer, so where, my love, should i have kept you?