I have to rush off  very soon for my cousin’s 21st bday party, but in the meantime, here’s a plotting call for any/all of my muses for the upcoming Valentine Week Event. Besides Marguerite ofc, I play Melinda, BB-8, Marcus, Gideon Garth and Kenny Lee! So pls feel free to like this post & I’ll slid into yr ims if any of you lovelies would like to plot a connection or anything with any / some / or even all of my muses!<333. I’ll get back to u loves by either tonight or tomorrow morning ;)

OMG IM SO AWFULLY SORRY THAT I’M QUITE BEHIND ON MY REPLIES AND IMS FOR A COUPLE OF MY CHARACTERS!! AND I’M SO BEHIND ON MARGUERITE ESPECIALLY, COS I THOUGHT THAT I HAD ALL HER REPLIES QUEUED UP AND POSTED ALREADY OVER THE LAST FEW DAYS, BUT TODAY I’VE COME TO FIND THAT THE WHOLE QUEUED POSTS IS BIZARRELY GONE & IDK WTH HAS TUMBLR DONE WITH IT -.-”. I’VE BEEN WORKING FOR A LITTLE OVER 12 HOURS FROM MONDAY TO WEDNESDAY THIS WEEK COS A COLLEAGUE OF MINE JUST LEFT FOR A NEW JOB, SO I HAD TO HELP TAKE OVER HER JOB FOR A LITTLE WHILE AS WELL AS DOING MY OWN ONE, WHILE WE WERE WAITING TO GET HER REPLACEMENT IN. And I was handling  12 babies with two other assistant co-workers, so despite it being a  very happy job dealing with 12 really adorable babies, it was also at at the same time an equally exhausting task, so I just wanted to sleep or rest nicely most of the time whenever I was at home XD Her replacement came in today, so I was back to my normal working time schedule since this morning, but I still had a couple of exra stuff to work on today, cos it being the 1st of the Feb ;) I think I now only have 2 or 3 replies on Marguerite left, which I’m going to pause for a while to get to Marcus’ replies and then a few of Melinda’s before I nod off to sleep. XD

thatdammedelusivepimpernel:

Despite the current situation of their marriage, one thing that Percy couldn’t quite shake was his concern for her, or anyone really. Try as he might to act the fool, often enough that side of his personality always came through. Marguerite was just the one with whom he could never let it show. She had come closer then almost anyone in seeing beneath his mask, and he had been so close to showing her just who he really was. That happened so rarely, not even all of the League really saw underneath it, but then most of them really knew what had happened before his parents had died. He kept that to himself, and those who needed to know. Ffoulks and Dewhurst were the only two, and that was only because of how long he knew them. All he had ever really told Marguerite of them was that they had died when he was still young. He never saw a need to go into the type of woman that his mother had been. Perhaps she had needed more help then she got, but when you were the child, it was hard to accept that fact.

“Some hours, that does explain it” almost the first thing he had done was find something more fitting to wear. Of course that was likely for him, he had once been called the best dressed man in London, there was a reason for that. “You’re not alone here, no matter what” though how that would eventually pan out given their relationship remained to be seen, hopefully not too horrendously. He probably should have moved away, but instead held onto her arms, half afraid that if he’d let go she would vanish. Logically he could argue that he was worried she would fall, but since being here he wasn’t sure how correct his logic was anymore. “Seems m’dear, we’ve somehow travelled to the future. Not sure how, though it seems harmless enough”. As he spoke he noticed the cut on her forehead, moving his hand to the side of it. Though most didn’t know it, he did know first aid and knew better then to touch it, “what’s this?”

“Well, how long have you been here then?”she asked, while her head was still half-buried into his shoulder, and her entire being being slowly soothed just by being in this intimate proximity with him. When Percy then assured here that she would not be alone at all here, Marguerite was then even more soothed and felt happily comfortable and satisfied by those simple words coming from the mouth of the man she loved. Her husband..But it was then Marguerite remembered the current state of their marriage.. All those unhappy memories came rushing back to her mind in the next couple of seconds, and she froze. No, this was not her husband that she knew for the past several months. Why was he suddenly acting so nice, not so much a couldn’t-care-less-airhead and..slightly warm even?? He was still holding her and didn’t even react negatively to all her quite intimate current actions up till now. Marguerite then sighed very softly. She didn’t have much physical energy left and her brain was too tired  to go into confusing debates or frustrating arguments with him right now (more frustrating on her end than his honestly, as Percy never seemed to care for what she was saying or asking, and appeared irritatingly unruffled for most of the time). Her body then went back into a relaxed mode in his arms. If he was suddenly being a little caringly nice for now, she would just go along with it as she was in no condition at all, to fight ,or question, or try to decipher his current uncommon behavior with her, right now.

“Well, I’m now quite glad that I’m not the only lone wolf from our hometown that is strangely placed here then, “she gave small smile, in an averagely cordial and quite calm voice by now. His next couple of sentences however took her back into a state of shock and disbelief. “Time Travel?? H--how.. is that even possible?”she breathed out in slight disbelief. “Good heavens, Percy, please do not jest with me right now. I’m in no condition for any sort of joke at the moment,” she said a little weakly while she sighed a little at the same time, before shaking her head slightly and putting a tired hand to her one of her temples. When Percy placed his warm hand on the side of her smooth forehead, near her small wound, she was yet again startled by his sudden action. Hiding her small puzzlement, she then answered him, “Oh, it’s just a scratch I obtained when I accidentally tripped over earlier, due to my dress and shoes at a corner of the one of the streets when I was feeling extremely lost and stumbling about,”she confessed. “I haven’t had the chance to look at it yet, but I’m pretty sure that it’s just a very light wound, don’t worry,” she smiled a little assuredly. "Other than that, I’m not thankfully not injured anywhere else,” she lied smoothly. There was no reason for him to also know that she also had a still painful, small swollen bruise at the side of her head during her large and clumsy fall, which was now of course, covered up nicely with her large mass of thick, updo of her rich, dark curls. Her hair was now actually quite a messy sight of which Marguerite didn’t care a whit for,  as that was the least important thing to her currently.

hybrcdhayley:

The way the woman was not only dressed, but spoke, had Hayley thinking she was from a time far before the hybrid was even thought of. She looks down to the key, usually really good with addresses and whatnot. But that was with actual addresses from her world, not this weird mist surrounded one. “We’re in Easthaven.” She answered the first question, “As for the address, I don’t know. But I can help if you’d like?”

“Easthaven,” Marguerite muttered after the other brunette, taking in the name and running it through her mind. That was a rather strange name....“Pardon me, mademoiselle, but are we in a small town, a city or out in some particular countryside? “Marguerite asked the other female, as her worried face than held a look of lost confusion in her large-doe eyes, as she glanced around her very unfamiliar and rather weird-looking surroundings. “Oh, could you, please m’ lady??” Marguerite then breathed out hopefully, “That would honestly be very much greatly appreciated!”

scrviving:

Humming the tune he had tried to distract himself from his current predicament, music had always been the best way to keep him sane in even the most stressful situations. It had kept him moving even in moments when he just wanted to give up. Lost in his own little world he had continued to move down the sidewalk is feet moving to the beat only stopping once he noticed the confused brunette. The first couple days he had a constant look of surprise with each running he had, but by now he had kept his features neutral.Baby knew he wasn’t going to be much of a help, he himself was still a little confused. He had a name, but not an exact location. Was he on the north side? west? east? south? Was he even still on earth?  “The town is called Easthaven, and that’s all I know sorry.” Offering an apologetic look both shoulders lifting in a shrug before leaning slightly forward to read the address. It had been the same type of key that had appeared in his hand once he had arrived. “I am not familiar with the streets name yet, but I can try and help you find it.”

“Oh thank you so much for your kindness, monsieur. That would be very much greatly appreciated, “she breathed out vehemently with  genuine appreciation in her tone. “Easthaven..”she repeated after the young man, with a small frown appearing on her forehead as she took the name in. “Is this town somewhere in America, monsieur? Are we thus, currently standing on American soil?..Please forgive me if I’m being too presumptuous, but you are an American are you not?” inquired politely, as she looked a little observantly at the male’s face. Having been a very jovial and outgoing socialite, Marguerite had the chance to encounter and mingle with a few Americans once in a while during some major social events and large parties. Thus, she now was able to easily detect the other’s American accent that came with his voice as he spoke. Though his whole outer appearance right now, it looked nothing like the types of attires she had seen her American acquaintances wearing before, including his type of hairstyle.

sorry that i haven’t really been active on all of my charries these last few days as i had been extremely busy and then i fell very sick with a bit of food poisoning eversince Thursday and ytd. Marguerite’s replies are all queued up properly now and I now unfortunately have to go back to bed to rest further again.. Will try my  best to come back online later in the late afternoon or evening. xx

“Oh, please try not to fret so my dear,”she said in a softly caring voice. “Have you lost them? If so, where did you last see them, milady?” Marguerite asked in a serious tone now, looking concerned at the same time.

“For fucks sake…” Fiona muttered to herself, looking around. She had started early in the morning but by now, she was starting to get scared. “Um, hello. I don’t mean to bother you but I’m looking for my kids, well they are my brothers and sister but still. Their names are Lip, Ian, Debbie, Carl, and Liam. If you seem them could you tell them Fiona’s looking for them?” She said, clearly freaked out. Being here without her family was scary, no matter how much they got on her nerves. 

stcfansalvatcre:

He looked to the object Marguerite held in her hand. Stefan’s hearing helped him know when he dropped something. He shook his head, “No, it’s not mine.” He answered after taking a careful look. “You know Marguerite, there’s no need to call me Monsieur. Unless it makes you feel comfortable then by all means.” The vampire bowed his head slightly. “Care for dinner?”

“Ah, very well, then. I shall take this, whatever this is-..”she grinned a little wryly at her last remark, before continuing, ”-..to..what did you say that day again? Po--poli--police, yes, the police!,”she grinned triumphantly and delightedly at having remembered the term he had used to call those kind of people who apparently worked in a somewhat similar fashion to the Bow Street Runners back in London, though the ‘police’ here, seemed to do a variety of more things as compared to the Bow Street Runners. It was reasonable of course, the differences seeing as both groups of law enforcers came from different time eras. “Hopefully they will be able to return this object to its rightful owner, she muttered with great sincerity and slight hopefulness as she securely kept the object into her bag.

Ah,”she smiled a little self-consciously, “It’s more of a practicing custom and social habit of mine to do that, rather than to do with comfortability,”she answered honestly to Stefan with a small, explaining smile. “Please do forgive me if I had made you uncomfortable instead, Stefan,”she apologized courteously, calling him by his first name instead this time. “From my time, it was quite customary for a lady to call a male by either ‘Monsiuer’ or by his title accompanied by his surname, with the exceptions being males whom the lady is most well-acquainted with, or within her closest circle of friends or relatives, “She smiled in slight remembrance of her home both in France and in England. She  missed both places dearly, though it was France whom she missed the most, as that was a place wherein she had grown up in as well had more fonder and more treasured memories as compared to England, a place at first she thought would rival her love of her home country since it was the place she was to settle down happily ever after with the man she was madly in love with, however her time so far in England had brought her more unhappy and frustrating memories then she ever had in all her years of living.

“Oh, I would love to, but I couldn’t possibly intrude on you and whomever else you are about to dine with Stefan, “she uttered quickly, smiling quite graciously at him while shaking her head slightly. “Thank you very much for the offer though.”

thatdammedelusivepimpernel:

If one thing was true, it was that Percy had rather accepted that he was stuck here alone. He could accept that, it was hardly the first time in the world that he had felt alone. It was just strange coming to terms with the fact that he was unlikely to ever see his friends again, never see his wife again. Perhaps it was all for the best. His friends would remain safe if he wasn’t around. He knew that they were all brave men, but they were also smart. They’d listen to whoever was left, and past him the next ones in charge were Ffoulks and Dewhurst, they’d both know it was time to stop if he wasn’t there. That just left Marguerite, and that was an even bigger problem.

Perhaps he had become so accepting of that fact that he was alone here, that it took him a moment or two to actually realise it was her throwing her arms around his neck. Was it selfish to be happy by this turn of events? Quite possibly, but he wasn’t sure how he would have been able to cope never seeing the woman that he loved again. Then he remembered what she had done. How could he ever truly forget? People were dead because of her actions, children were dead. He had spent months trying to save people from Madame Guillotine, and she had sent them to it. Logically perhaps he should have anticipated it, she had been friends with Chauvelin, and he was probably the biggest threat that Percy faced. But love was love, and it had blinded him. Now his only option was to continue shutting her out. Now wonder it felt like his heart had broken inside his chest. “Marguerite m’dear, when did you arrive?” he asked, trying to make sure she would never hear the relief in his voice. As much as he wanted to keep holding her, that would never be an option. She just couldn’t learn what was going on. 

Marguerite’s head was still buried into Percy’s comfortable shoulder as she didn’t feel like letting go currently or even to lift her head from there due to her current state and condition. His shoulder, his bodily warmth and his scent  felt at this very moment felt, like it was the only place and thing which could offer her the comfort, warmth and soothing refuge she needed for her still-shaken-up nerves and overwhelming feelings of exhaustion, desperation, uncertainty and fear and feeling a little physical weak after being all alone and very bewildered in this very strange new land. And as of right now, the only memories going through Marguerite’s tired mind were of very early memories those when she and Percy were blissfully happy, making her momentarily forget about the unhappiness, suffering and a few other negative emotions, she went through very shortly after the beginning of her marriage.

“Just only some hours ago, I believe,”she answered him , her voice feeling rather weak and also slightly muffled due to her still hugging him and her her face still half-buried in his shoulder,” Though it somehow felt like several awful hours, Percy, because I’ve never felt more alone, confused and quite fearful before in my entire life,”she confessed honestly. She then slowly and finally pulled her face away from his shoulder and drew back a little bit so she could face him properly, though her arms were still semi-consciously holding on to him. “Percy, what on earth, is this place? “she asked him with a slight hint of fear in her large, slightly luminous  and dark-chocolatey brown eyes. “I must confess that I have never seen any land or city nor a town like this before in my whole life,”she said, looking extremely confused.

[7/10 relationships] - mary and matthew crawley, downton abbey

you came. to be honest, i wasn’t completely sure you would. i’m glad to hear it. i should hate to be predictable.

Marguerite looked around in great bewilderment and slight distress around her surroundings, while her eyes than desperately roamed about looking to see if there was anyone whom she could ask for help. Her large and soft dark chocolate-brown eyes then alighted upon a person walking along the pavement some feet in front of her, and quickly Marguerite then scrambled over to the other. Upon reaching the stranger, she then spoke a little breathlessly, not caring whit for the rather appalling state her outer appearance must have looked right now, with her thick and long dark curls in a a slight disarray due to the cold wintry wind, her facial complexion now bearing a slight pale hue as well as a lightly bleeding small scratch upon the side of her smooth forehead. Not to mention, her lovely and favorite 18th-century gown was now dirty at the skirts due to having tripped and fallen down earlier on some very dirty ground.

“Do pardon me greatly, mademoiselle/monsieur, but please may I ask what is this strange land, and please, could you be so kind as to tell me where is this address?”she pleaded the other profusely, as she then also showed that person the key with the address tag she was gripping in her cold ,un-gloved hands.

She entered the door of the male’s home a little slowly and in slight hesitance as well, still not being used to her bearings of being around 21st century technology, home furnishings and home furniture, as well as being slightly fearful that she was being a person of great disturbance by appearing announced and extremely unexpected at a single male’s home. Marguerite usually could be quite quick at adapting or adjusting herself to very unxpected  or unplanned situations or circumstances, given her main passionate occupation as a talented actress and also her side occupation as a charming social butterfly of a socialite, but at the moment, this whole greatly bizarre orchestra of things and large situation she had just recently landed herself into, not by her own will of course, was proving a little too much, even for her,  to take it all in quickly just yet.

She entered the kitchen area, finding him to be there and then quickly spoke in her rich and slightly melodious-sounding voice. “Please pardon my intrusion at this uncalled-for hour, Monsieur, but I have just only found this item right outside your home, and I was wondering if it happened to be yours?”she asked, quickly, holding up the strange object she had just picked up a few moments ago.

So far so good. Stefan was doing better at controlling his blood lust. Everything was going smoothly. He had nearly forgotten he wasn’t in Mystic Falls and it was proving to be more of a good thing. “Hey. You can come in if you want.” He invited.

“Pardon?” Marguerite inquired a little softly, her delicate but darkly beautiful  and striking facial features now wearing a look of slight un-comprehension. “Milkshake? Fries? What, are those-..things?”she asked in great puzzlement. “And why on earth would you want to die for them?”she asked further on, her forehead creasing slightly in slight amazed confusion.

   “I’ve been dying for a good milkshake and the best fries,” Veronica groaned, the sun kissing at her cheeks. For a place that seemed rather quaint and low-profile, there sure wasn’t much she had found herself doing upon arrival. 

Marguerite who had been walking around town in a rather dismal mood, slightly fearful, bewildered and also feeling completely lost as well as being in her highest state of confusion yet in her life at waking up in this utterly strange new land, suddenly whirled around in rapid speed upon hearing a very familiar male voice. And just not any male voice, it was Percy’s voice! A huge wave of relief and happiness washed over her for she now was no longer alone this this extremely bizarre new place she had un-comprehensively found herself in right now and instead it being just any other person, it was Percy who was now standing some feet away from her, not having caught sight of her just yet.

She then immediately rushed over to him in joy and at this particular instance of the state and condition she was in, she had momentarily forgotten that they were both still currently quite informally distanced and for lack of a better word, slightly estranged from each other in this current point of their marriage. She had also forgotten the current state of her outer appearance would look like to her dandy-ish husband. For at the moment, Marguerite was without a bonnet, her hair was in slight disarray due to the cold winter wind that was blowing around and her 18th century gown was slightly dirty as she had tripped and fell over a weird sticking out metal object on one of the sidewalks earlier. Not to mention, there was also  a small, dried-up bloody scratch on the left side of her fair and smooth forehead due to her small fall earlier. “Oh, Percy! Percy, you can’t imagine how utterly glad and relieved I am to see you here!”she exclaimed a little breathlessly as she then threw her arms around his neck. To soothe her frazzled nerves by burying her face on the shoulder of the man she still greatly loved, temporarily forgetting the current state of their relationship.

“Well this place does seem rather charming” Percy mused to himself. It was strange, and from what he had learnt it was the future. He had spent his time here with sleepless nights trying to learn as much as he could, trying to force himself to once again put on the act he was so used to playing. Least it was easier when he really was confused. “Fashion is horrendous though, who thought any of this was wise?”

Marguerite knocked on the open door to try to get the dance teacher’s attention, though her face looked slightly fearful as she wasn’t sure if this was the appropriate social custom to do in this very new, slightly weird and extremely modern 21st century. “Pardon me, mademoiselle,” she said a little softly, in her well-practiced, richly cultured and slightly melodious nature of voice. “I greatly do apologize for this rather inopportune interruption, but may I ask if you’re the owner of this dancing--place?” she inquired, with a slight hesitant tone at the end of her sentence and last word, as she just had only arrived and was highly unsure what to call this little building they were currently in.

jujubennett:

–  ☾ It’s the most natural aspect of her life, and considering where she is that says a hell of a lot. “Your side step – “ Vague gesture around them as Bonnie counters, moving in timed pattern. “Needs to be quicker or you’ll never nail the routine.”

The Scarlet Pimpernel: Marguerite St. Just - Blakeley [ISFP]

OFFICIAL TYPING by Charity / the Mod

Introverted Feeling (Fi): Marguerite submits to no one’s authority other than her own. She doesn’t refuse to condemn an enemy out of concern for his well-being, but because it would violate her own high standards (“I could never live with myself!”). Percy’s façade bothers her, because she senses he is being inauthentic, both to himself and to her. She wants to see “his true self,” the man “beneath the mask,” and marries him both for love and out of a desire to come to know his authentic self, behind the fop. She is a woman of passion and enthusiasm, driven by her principles and with no interest in placating others’ desire to control her. She takes things extremely personally, both actions against her family and in others manipulating or blackmailing her. Marguerite was part of the Revolution, until it took a turn into violence – she was unable to reconcile that with her true self and walked away.

Extroverted Sensing (Se): She loves beautiful things and thrives in environments where a lot is happening – dinner parties, the theatre, picnics at the palace. Marguerite is very tuned in to what’s going on around her; she notices inconspicuous things that other people miss (notes being passed around and thrown into the fire, her husband’s signet ring, her husband’s subtle changes in expression, etc). She tends to live fully in the moment, be that in falling in love with Percy or making impulsive decisions – like going into the library to warn the Pimpernel.

Introverted Intuition (Ni): Her ability to see through façades means she grasps swiftly that Percy is “an actor too, playing out some strange charade.” Marguerite takes small pieces of information – the Pimpernels all over the house, her husband’s ring – and forms accurate larger conclusions off of them – he is the Pimpernel. She has one eye on the future when she warns him to not mistreat Chauvelin as much (“he’s very powerful in the government”).

Extroverted Thinking (Te): Once given information she can put it to use – she arranges everything for Percy’s safe return, while also making rapid value judgments, but she is very non-confrontational (she chooses inconspicuous ways to rebel against others, preferring one on one arguments to public debates). She can, on occasion, express harsh thoughts or judgments about other people (she condemns a man for thinking her brother “beneath” his daughter).