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"Welcome to my home. My name is Carolina Ebony Rosalinda Pitchiner. Some call me Muse or Euterpe, while friends call me Ebony. I am the mother of Seraphina Pitchiner, and the late wife of General Kozmotis Pitchiner. Now, with that out of the way, what can I help you with?

Current M!A: none

((Note: This is an RP/Ask Blog for Lady Pitchiner from Guardians of Childhood))

((The blog is OC and multiverse friendly))
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The home of Ebony Pitchiner

//Heading off to bed, and thought I’d let you lovely people know that I won’t be on saturday. Mom and I are going to visit an aunt, and she lives in the other end of the country which requires a five hour roadtrip, and staying the night. But I’ll see you all sunday.  Nini all <3

Reblog this if you don’t take dropped threads personally

I’m doing a little test to prove to my friend that most RPers don’t get offended or take it personally if threads get dropped and understand that muses can be fickle or you lose the feel of a thread and that’s okay.

"Is this for me?"

shadowedcenturion:

Pitch held up the monstrosity of a ceramic krater to his wife.  It was a hideous twisted tornado of porcelain covered in dull black slip and fired with a gold glaze. One arm was much higher than the other, and the lip was twisted to the point of sacrificed functionality.  

The Nightmare King darkly flushed.  ”I, ehm. Yes, I. Tried. My hand at coiling…since I had no access to a wheel.  And this was the result…not sure if the kiln I made really worked, but it DID set the nearby line of log cabins on fire…uh, thankfully it’s not the tourist season….I..think.”

He coughed.

"I was hoping to add to your collection. Nothing so good as your own work, but uh. Here."

He gracelessly shoved the vulgar thing into his eruditely artistic wife’s hands, turned and skulked off to hide in an obliging shadow among tittering Fearlings.

((XD)) 

She blinked as the krater was shoved into her arms, and managed to not drop it. She bit her lower lip, trying not to burst out laughing. She had always found her husband at his most adorable when he was flustered, to be honest, but she didn’t want to hurt his pride.

She managed to take a deep breath, before she straightened up, looking towards the shadows where Pitch had disappeared off to.

"Thank you," she said with a warm smile. "I love it."

firenationsoldier:

+ kiniros + peacekeepxr + askladypitchiner + rousseure

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           ”You really did some damage on this book…”

The woman blinked, having just come in. “I beg your pardon, are you talking to me?”

i-am-the-knightmare-king said: I don’t know you very well but I am not okay with you being sad

askpitchandjack said: *cuddles and hugs tight*

conductorofstorms said: {Sad fic’s are great tho…(but sorry you’re sad :/ )}

/*snugs all* thanks. It’s just one of those days, I figure. I’ll be okay <3

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Parenting starter sentences part 1 - put on in my ask box

roleplayaskmemes:

insert the pronouns to suit the child. the ‘—-’ indicates where to put those, or the name of the child.

  • "Your baby at 5am."
  • "—- Had a nightmare, —- wants to sleep in our bed tonight."
  • "You have to check under the bed for monsters or —- will never sleep."
  • "Damn, we’re out of formula, where’s open at 3am?"
  • "Shall we take — to the park today?"
  • "How is it possible to scream for so long?"
  • "First tooth came through yesterday and —- already bites me."
  • "They grow up so fast."
  • "I don’t think I’ll be able to eat chocolate mousse ever again."
  • "Why won’t —- sleep, jesus christ."
  • "I lost —-’s favorite stuffed animal, what do we do?!"
  • "—- can’t always sleep in our bed."
  • "Between you, —- and the dog I have the smallest portion of bed possible."
  • "Would you feed —- I’m trying to do the laundry,"
  • "—- asked if they could go to that party tonight, I’m not sure about it, I don’t like that kid’s parents."
  • "It’s just a graze, don’t worry, —-‘ll be fine in no time."
  • "Your turn to read bedtime stories, I’m having a long bath to myself."
  • "Maybe we should call a sitter?"
  • "We’ll run out of money if you keep buying —- cute outfits."
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"Don’t drink that!"

conductorofstorms:

askladypitchiner:

conductorofstorms:

askladypitchiner:

conductorofstorms:

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts

Thunder choked on her mead she had just started to drink, coughing and sputtering as she put the drink back down on the table.

"Good god, lady! What is it? It better be good because i’m sure this is some fine mead i just wasted."

"Well…" the other said with a grimace, "that’s not your mead. It’s my paint water."

Thunder looked down at her drink dubiously, only to find it was a very colorful drink with flecks of paint floating on top. She glanced back up with a look of mild horror on her face.

"I may be a bit more drunk than I had thought, then." She pushed the cup across the table, away from her.

"I am sooo sorry!" The Muse said, taking the mug. "I’ll get you a new drink, if you want."

Thunder smirked. “In my experience, alcohol fixes everything, so how could I refuse?” She leaned back in her chair. “Well, your paint water tasted quite disgusting, but I hope it looks better than it would taste?”

The Muse snorted, “well it’s helpful for the things I use it for anyway.” She said. “I have no idea how it got mixed up, so you got it. Either an accident, or an attempt at a prank.”

"Don’t drink that!"

conductorofstorms:

askladypitchiner:

conductorofstorms:

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts

Thunder choked on her mead she had just started to drink, coughing and sputtering as she put the drink back down on the table.

"Good god, lady! What is it? It better be good because i’m sure this is some fine mead i just wasted."

"Well…" the other said with a grimace, "that’s not your mead. It’s my paint water."

Thunder looked down at her drink dubiously, only to find it was a very colorful drink with flecks of paint floating on top. She glanced back up with a look of mild horror on her face.

"I may be a bit more drunk than I had thought, then." She pushed the cup across the table, away from her.

"I am sooo sorry!" The Muse said, taking the mug. "I’ll get you a new drink, if you want."