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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Mar 28, 2023 20:08:48 GMT
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Jan 28, 2022 21:36:32 GMT
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What is your favourite thing about the parties you and your husband host? TAG: @lucygranville NOTES:
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Jan 28, 2022 20:27:11 GMT
HI Everyone!! So as someone who can lack creativity in creating my own muses, I tend to base my OCs off of characters I see in other fandoms! Canons of course, we base off the show and book, but I would love to know if you draw inspiration for your own made up characters from other characters that you see/like in various movies, shows, books, etc!
For Jeremy Colborne, I base a little bit of him off of Jefferson aka The Mad Hatter from Once Upon A Time, and of course used the same face claim from it as well! I really like how he had that sort of manic personality and was chaotic at times, particularly when he went on his downward spirals! I drew inspiration from that to develop Jeremy where he also has those episodes, often linked to writers block or when he is obsessively writing down pages for his latest literary work! He -- also like Jefferson -- has that quirky side to him when interacting with others!
Would love to hear some of your guys character inspirations!
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Jan 28, 2022 20:20:07 GMT
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A s k me what you would like. Words may come far easier when written by my hand rather than spoken by my tongue, but I will set my best efforts forward to attempt to answer what you may wish to know.
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Jan 28, 2022 20:17:13 GMT
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Jan 28, 2022 20:07:48 GMT
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Jan 8, 2022 0:07:17 GMT
Jeremy's eyes remained locked onto hers as she commented on a quirk of his. A habit that his father often condemned as he said it looked . . . unsophisticated. But alas, Jeremy had never done it purposely but rather, out of moments where his throat was often dry and where words often failed him. The need to moisten his lips and stall for time while his mind attempted to cohesively articulate his thoughts and ideas. How easy it was for him on paper, was as difficult as it was for him through oral communication. Yet, Elizabeth commented on it now with means to flatter. And it brought a smile upon his lips to know, that she did not see it as being ungentlemanly nor lacking sophistication. Would that he only aware of when he did it so that he may di it more often . . . for her.
The softness of her finger running along his lip only further fueled his own desire . . . her words, making it more difficult to deny what they both seemed to so passionately want. He leaned forward to kiss her again, softly, but deeply, coaxing her mouth open with his own to taste her. To allow himself to sink into her embrace as he tried to find a way to give them both what they wanted . . . without any possibility of her becoming regretful. Breaking the contact once more, Jeremy did not stray far as his lips trailed along the corner of her mouth to her cheek, his head lowered and slightly turned, pausing so that his cheek rested against hers for a moment.
"Did something happen?" He asked softly, drawing his head back so that he could look at her. "To . . . fill you so strongly with desire?" Of course for him, he desired her quite early on yet this felt different. Not unwelcome nor unwanted but merely, different. Leaning forward to lightly kiss her again, as if to build up the courage to say his next words. "I don't . . . wish for you to regret it," he admitted, his eyes still closed when speaking the words out of lacking courage. NOTES:
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Jan 7, 2022 23:53:14 GMT
These environments were the worst ones for the heir to Earldom. One would think that with frequency, came comfort and ease . . . but instead, it became more challenging. The crowds that consumed the room, and him were aspects of social events -- and the overall social season -- that he doubted he would ever get truly accustomed to. Tonight had served as no exception for once he entered, and the moment he was without company, eager mamas started to make their way towards him. Would that he was only a more eloquently spoken man; one who held the poise to charmingly reject their advances or find a swift exit. But Jeremy already struggled with articulation and these moments only reminded him of what that resulted in. Not only the inability to speak, but the inability to breathe. Parting his lips to attempt to say something, though his throat dry and wordless . . . the heavens seemed to open up and forth came an Angel. A savior. Elizabeth Davenport.
There was no woman that he would have longed to see more in this moment. Because, of the rapport that they had built. Because of her, natural understanding of him and his ways and the lack of judgement that came with it. She had written his name on her dance card and he was most grateful for it. If he was forced to dance amongst this crowd, he would much rather do so with someone he could be at ease with. Someone who he could breathe around. And ironically at the same time, stole his breath for entirely different reasons. Being with her here was, different. Among so many . . . among too many. With her, everything seemed calm and he was at ease. But here . . . he was, stifled. Trapped. His own worst enemy. And he loathed to think . . . that soon enough, she would see it too.
He gave a small, rigid nod, waiting for the women to disperse before turning his attention to Miss Davenport. "Thank you," he said, the words coming out in a breath as if he had been holding it for some time. He looked at the crowd upon the dance floor and . . . he wanted to dance with. While at the same time, wondered if she would realize just how, inadept he was at such things. More so, multitasking. "I would um . . . " Looking back at her, he gave a small smile. "Like to dance . . . with you." Not that clarification was needed but his mind was processing his words once they left his lips. "If you would like. It hardly seems like a just reward for the one who did saving," he said with a bit of a tease and yet, he meant every word.
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Jan 7, 2022 23:33:30 GMT
It was too, damn, hot. Jeremy had made quick work of divesting himself of his clothing once it became too much. He'd made the mistake of going outside and as soon as he returned home, he had required a bath and since then . . . he had simply not redressed. The heat was unbearable, and clothes only served as a hindrance at the moment. What he would not give to be at his small cabin so that he may jump into the lake nearby. Though, he knew that even his residence there tended to get quite warm. And yet, the thought of going swimming with his wife to appease the heat brought a smile to Jeremy's lips.
He continued to wave the fan to provide some semblance of air, a small smile remaining on his lips . . . until he heard the door open. He immediately moved the fan to conceal his lower region, the action done out of instinct more than anything else, though he somewhat relaxed when he saw who it was. And how she reacted. A sheepish smile formed on his face as he looked at her in the amused state that she was. It was after all, not as if she had not seen him in the nude . . . yet it still caused him slight embarrassment at the position she had found him in. "I am . . . fanning," he said with exaggerated confidence as he words were meant to be stated in a playful tone. Looking at her while keeping his position the same, his smile grew a little. "Given the heat perhaps you should join me. Though, you are far too overdressed for the occasion," he told her, his eyes moving over her attire with teasing disapproval.
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Jan 7, 2022 22:36:36 GMT
Jeremy watched Elizabeth carefully, his expression still softened but also, curious. As something did indeed feel different and at the same time . . . wonderful. For any many to hear from not only a beautiful woman, but also their intended that they desired them to such an extent . . . was indeed flattering. Or in Jeremy's care, honoring. She told him that she needed him and he wondered if he could properly explain just how much he needed her. Just how much he too desired her.
Restraint was always difficult, but it seemed nearly impossible in a moment such as this. Where they were close, alone, and she was saying things that made him long to consummate their marriage before they even reached the Church. He let out a breath at hearing her say that, trying to find the words to say which was always a struggle for the author. "I um . . . " A pause. "I also . . . " Another pause. He found himself getting lost in her eyes and could no longer take it. Damned it all. He leaned forward to kiss her again, this time more passionately, allowing himself to lose his breath in the embrace. As if giving her some relief to the fire and yet at the end . . . it would only further ignite them both.
He parted his lips from hers too soon, catching his breath as his tongue swept over his bottom lip to further moisten it. Almost instantly dry from what he was about to say -- or what he would attempt to say. "I . . . desire you too," he assured her. Completely. Utterly. Painfully. He gave her a small, soft smile as he attempted to continue what he was trying to say. "I want this, it . . ." Their first time. "To be special. To be, perfect . . . for you." To him, he knew that any time with her, would be beyond perfect yet if it was her first, he wished to make it as perfect as he could. As wonderful for her as he could. And, could not help but wonder if a stolen moment hidden in a room, would be as such for the woman that he loved.
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Dec 3, 2021 20:53:14 GMT
---Jeremy really did not want to be here, doing this. His state of mind was not ready . . . and he had no interest. He cared little about her popularity and even less about courting her. Nothing against the young woman of course. He was sure she was lovely. But he needed to get back to his writing. His mind completely occupied with it and this entire situation was only causing his anxiousness to sky rocket. He hoped he could get in, give the flowers in his hand, and swiftly make an exit. While he did not do well in crowded rooms, in this particular instance . . . he knew that it could work in his favour.
---With that set in mind, he rushed into the house, mentally elsewhere to the point that he had just flung open the door and had not even noticed a young woman and her dog until she spoke. He turned around to face her, quickly snapping back into reality rather than being distracted with his own constructed reality in his head. "Apologies," he said, a small smile on his lips that faded merely a couple seconds after it formed. Suddenly distracted from his course, his eyes fell to the small animal. "What an adorable puppy," he stated, taking one step closer. "What is his or her name?"
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Dec 3, 2021 20:53:04 GMT
---Jeremy heard a voice, and part of him had to wonder if it was even real or if it was him spiraling. Completely losing control. The voice continued, the source unmistakable. And the hand placed on his shoulder made it more . . . real. Made her more real. He did not want her to see him like this, and yet she was the one person he was comforted in seeing. The juxtaposition making his head spin even more. He needed to focus on breathing, not trying to sort out his emotions. The verbal reminder was there; to breathe. The offer to count backwards and yet . . . he could not form words.
---He had not even looked at her yet, unsure what she would see in his eyes. Weakness? Pain? Relief? A desperate cry for help? He did not want to risk it. He knew that with whatever breath he had, he should tell her to go. To not burden herself with him, with his struggles. He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath that seemed so completely blocked right now. He needed just enough . . . to tell her to go before she may very well see him collapse. But instead, whatever strength he did muster, instinctively reached out, taking her hand in his own and holding it. The exact opposite of what he should tell her. And when he did open his eyes, and turned to look at her, his gaze hazed and moist with tears of panic . . . there was only one unspoken word behind them: Stay. NOTES: I know he didn't say anything so let me know if its hard to reply to!
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Dec 1, 2021 3:31:44 GMT
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Dec 1, 2021 3:21:27 GMT
[ â—ˆ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse. (or vice versa! Whatever is easier for you!) bunny
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Post by Jeremy Colborne on Nov 30, 2021 2:36:33 GMT
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