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Messages - Calypso Ross
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« on: 08/30/2021 at 23:50 »
for jackson
october 1976 [x]
thirty years to the day
left by the kitchen sink
accompanied by her wedding ring
Jacks,
You deserved better than I ever gave you.
And if Francesca Lancaster’s still single—then I think you should take that as a sign.
Caly
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« on: 04/09/2018 at 22:37 »
“Oh.”
She hesitated. He was not a frequent topic of discussion, or indeed one at all. It meant something, that Addie was bringing him up now.
“Well,” she smiled at her sister-in-law, and pushed the plate of biscuits towards her. “Same thing, right?”
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« on: 04/09/2018 at 22:36 »
It was a rare moment that they found common ground. But it was a relief when they did, like she’d been holding her breath for days and was finally inhaling again.
“Right? Bye-bye, Hexenreich. See you on the other side—or not!”
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« on: 04/09/2018 at 22:32 »
“You’re damn right I do.”
She grinned at him from across the table. “I mean, she was a mess at school, but even she never landed herself in another dimension.”
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« on: 04/09/2018 at 22:31 »
“Oh my god.” She tried to look concerned, and failed. Instead, a laugh escaped her.
“Have you told Hoppy yet?”
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« on: 04/09/2018 at 22:31 »
12:54pm
friday 14 november 1952
a restaurant in wizarding london
“What do you mean, he vanished?”
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« on: 04/22/2017 at 14:21 »
what val said, these sound incredible omg!!!
the entire fairytale collection though hELP
brb adding them all to my wishlist and crying over the fact my birthday's not for another seven months
I think I already said this in your intro but your job is awesome...and so are you!! <3
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« on: 04/05/2017 at 20:17 »
The last rays of the day filtered through the window, casting golden streaks across the worn floorboards and across the woman's lap. She was sitting in a rocking chair by the window, bare toes only just brushing the floor. A couple of sealed boxes -- untouched and gathering dust -- lay against the far wall, right where they'd planned on putting the cot.
It was too late to return those now, which was just as well, because she couldn't quite remember what they held. A playpen, perhaps, or a set of building blocks.
"Once upon a time," she began, breaking the silence that had settled in the empty house.
The baby mobile was still revolving slowly above her head, casting soft and flickering shadows across the patchy blue walls. Even from down here, she could see the fairy's wings flutter, the Jobberknoll's beak silently open and close.
"There was a girl, and she loved a boy very much."
Her fingers moved unconsciously to rest against the curve of her stomach. All too often now, she found herself reaching for something that wasn't there, but the warmth of her skin beneath her fingertips was enough to temporarily ease the pain that lay heavy in her heart.
"She didn't know this right away -- in fact, it took her an awfully long time to figure out. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and months turned into years. When she finally discovered that he had stolen her heart, she was no longer a girl and he was no longer a boy. They were all grown up."
Her husband would be home any moment now, as soon as he'd locked up for the evening, but she needed to finish her story, so she leaned back against her chair and continued: "They were married not long after, and they found a little house that was just big enough for the two of them. They settled into a happy life: they worked and they played, they laughed and they smiled; sometimes they argued--"
A pause, a twitch of the lips that could've been a smile if it hadn't looked so tired, "Alright, often they argued... But they always forgave each other in the end."
The sun was winking through the hedges across the road now, dipping lower and lower into the sky. The room had grown dark, but the woman made no effort to move.
"There was something missing, though, something they both wanted more than anything in the world. And for one brief moment, they thought they had been granted their wish, but it was not to be."
A single tear slid silently down the woman's cheek and splashed against the back of her hand.
"Still, they keep on waiting and they keep on wishing, and they keep on hoping that maybe one day -- maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, maybe even in five years -- they might finally be able to live happily ever after."
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« on: 12/31/2016 at 22:56 »
december '49
"She's starting to show, don't you think?" Jacks grinned across the dinner table at Addie. His face shone with excitement. They were having an early Christmas Dinner -- a Christmas Eve dinner, because Sophie would never forgive either of them if they invited Addie to come over tomorrow too. It was unfortunate, really, because Nyla Adelaide Ross wasn't all that bad. Jacks was happier these days. Caly was too. They were happier together, and that was the real miracle. "Oh, I..." Addie blushed. "It's okay." Calypso laughed as she reached for the roast potatoes. "I won't get offended. I've got Hoppy calling me fat every other day." "Well, in that case... Maybe just a little?"
permission to powerplay jackson ross granted by player.
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« on: 12/23/2016 at 18:55 »
february '48
"Addiiiieeeeee." She slammed her palm against the door. Again. For the seventh time in the past minute. She had to be in there, Calypso was convinced. Addie Ross was not the sort of person who stayed out late on a Sunday evening; or any other evening, for that matter. She was the homely sort, the bookish sort. The nerdy sort. (The Jacks sort.) "Look, I know you're in there." She was babbling now, as she leaned in close towards the keyhole. "And I need your help, because it's not like I forgot that it's Jackson's birthday in--" She checked her watch. "--two hours and forty minutes, but I've had a really long day at work, and it's just been really stressful lately, and I know that you probably got his present weeks ago, but I just thought maybe you had an idea for something he might like that I can get tonight, or maybe you could lend me yours, or...or something." She faltered, "Please?"
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« on: 12/12/2016 at 20:30 »
april '47
"Do you think your sister's alright?" Jacks stopped shovelling food into his mouth long enough to answer her. "Who, Sophie? Last I heard, she's off exploring America with Cadwa--atever.""No, not Sophie, you idiot. The other one." (Oh God, what was her name again?) "Addie." "I guess?""She always looks sad, though. Whenever I see her." "Oh. Yeah. She's always been like that."
permission to powerplay jackson ross granted by player.
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« on: 12/12/2016 at 20:27 »
december '45
Dark eyes latched onto to the figure as it tripped out of the library doors. Pinning the friendliest smile she could to her features, Calypso waved at the girl. "Addie, right? Look, I need your help." She waited no longer than half a second before rushing on, "Should I get Jacks one of those stupid comics for Christmas or should I get him a... Oh, I don't know. A different stupid comic? They're all the same anyway, right?" If she didn't know the answer, she was every bit as useless as Sophie claimed.
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« on: 03/22/2016 at 20:50 »
Summer Workshop Prompt #1 What Lies Beneath I love this prompt because it reminds us that each and every one of our characters are in some way linked with a whole host of others, and that every individual is part of a much larger network. It forces us to remember that no 'background' character is unimportant: it's the seemingly insignificant, often overlooked, relationships and interactions that help us to create and shape the strongest, most realistic characters.
back·ground (n.) - something behind the main object of contemplation
No man, woman, or wizard is an island. Whether you consciously develop them or not, all of your characters have background characters, or a supporting cast. At a minimum, almost all characters have families - parents, siblings, grandparents. They may not interact directly with your character at all, but I'll bet your character references them from time to time. These people, whether played or not, influenced how your character develops. Other examples might be more ancillary - maybe your fussy Pureblood has a favorite (or least favorite) House Elf. Your Hogwarts student probably has a pet. Maybe your St. Mungo's Healer has a patient they can't stand. Perhaps your Beauxbatons student has a favorite ghost. The ways in which you imagine your character interacting with these seemingly-meaningless supports provides a lot of information about your character's personality.
Your Task Choose One Option 1Write a scene from your character's perspective that focuses on a background or supporting character in his or her life. The topic of the scene can be anything you like as long as it's within site rating, and you can use any character you like. The background character can be anything - a parent, a neighbor, a pet, a shopkeeper - as long as it's not something that's a major focus in your character's life. Option 2Write a scene from the perspective of the background character. The same rules and guidelines apply as for Option 1.
How do I start? three simple steps 1. Start a new thread in the Summer Workshop forum. It should be called Prompt 1: Title of Your Piece2. Write your piece, following the prompt above. 3. Review the pieces of others (see How To Workshop).
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« on: 11/05/2015 at 19:17 »
She had not wanted her first day of her first year of Hogwarts to start in this way.
She hadn't wanted to be knocked over by someone a lot taller than she was, she hadn't wanted to trip over her own feet, and she certainly hadn't wanted to be so rudely robbed of her first kiss.
But people, she was beginning to learn, did not always get what they wanted. And this was a prime example.
Cheeks flared red, and the little brunette looked crossly up at the offender; her hands moved automatically to rest sternly upon her hips, just as her mother's did when she caught Calypso taking two biscuits from the tin instead of one.
"You didn't even ask me!" she exclaimed, outraged. "You can't just go around kissing people whenever you feel like it!"
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« on: 04/30/2015 at 22:22 »
Challenge Accepted
I'm looking forward to the castle being Hoppyless. Claygene. Jalypso??? Everything.
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« on: 04/30/2015 at 13:23 »
I would say my strength would be charms, because I'm so charming.
Marry me.
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« on: 04/30/2015 at 00:17 »
Challenge Accepted
I miss Eleanor Nettleyew, because she was one of my first friends but then she disappeared so I had to replace her/make friends with Lucille Hopland instead. And that was quite a traumatic experience for everybody involved.
I want to get to know Joy Detora more because she made me write this we definitely do not talk enough. But all that will change soon. c:
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« on: 04/30/2015 at 00:10 »
Challenge Accepted
I would like to thread with everyone, but I am usually too scared to ask people about things, so I wait until they talk to me first. And Aries Paladin, I'm coming for you after seventh year, so watch out.
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« on: 04/30/2015 at 00:03 »
Challenge Accepted
I'd quite like to play a Dementor, suck out a few people's souls and make them lose the will to live. The usual.
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« on: 04/30/2015 at 00:00 »
Challenge Accepted
My strength would maybe be Charms because I'd be most motivated to try hard at that so that I could Limax people probably. And my weakness would probably be Divination... I'm not all that observant.
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