Happy Father’s Day. 

Where was your dad when Anthea got kidnapped? How did he react once it was over/he realized what had just happened? How did that whole scene play out?

     All the air from her lungs is sighed out slowly. It’s a subject she doesn’t like to discuss— the single worst memory she can recall, the moment her entire life was shattered and her family broken apart —but she decides she’ll give it a try. 

     "He was inside the house at the time— honestly, I don’t know what for. Maybe to get something. Maybe to do some work…I never asked him. He felt horrible enough about it already. All I know is that he was gone for just a minute when it happened.

     ”Afterwards…I just remember him worrying a lot about me. I think I must’ve been in shock or something, because he asked me a thousand questions. What did I see, was I hurt, was I alright, was I listening to him. He seemed to be focusing his energy of getting me to safety than mourning her loss. I think I caught him crying a bit for a moment, but I might’ve imagined that.     

     ”I’ve still got a few lapses in memory, but that’s more or less how it happened. I don’t know if he looked for her afterwards, or if he even knew who’d taken her. All he told me was that I wouldn’t get to see her anymore.”

In Celebration of Father’s Day, ask my muse (or the mun) anything about his/her father.

[text]: can do

[text]: chocolate or strawberry?

send my muse one of the following to see how they react:

[text]: What the hell are you saying?
[text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back?
[text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather. 
[text]: Come on if you’re coming. 
[text]: Are we going to do this or what?
[text]: Tell me how often have you had sex dreams about me?
[text]: Don’t get too comfortable.
[text]: S.O.S.
[text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning?
[text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping?
[text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me?
[text]: Is there something I should know?
[text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol.
[text]: Is that suppose to be a threat?
[text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back.
[text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping.
[text]: I’m not going with you to see that.
[text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens.
[text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation?
[text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way?
[text]: Just admit missed me.
[text]: I was hoping you would go with me.
[text]: You’re dead meat.
[text]: How do you feel about a threesome? 
[text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you.
[text]: We are not going there.

Have you checked out the thecaptivemother? It's an Anthea rp blog

[ Yes I have!! And they’re absolutely wonderful— we’ve messaged a bit about starting something up and hopefully we can if I actually get myself sign on somewhat regularly.

But yeah if anyone isn’t following you’re missing out on one hella quality blog. ]

"Yup! My life has mostly been baby, obviously, so I bet talking about you will be more fun!"


     "Somehow I doubt that. On my end it’s just been classes, tutoring, and the occasional mountain of homework. Not exactly my idea of fun conversation."

"Thanks, Pink~" She smiles back. "I appreciate the compliment." Freia pauses. "You know, I think I actually missed seeing you during my whole pregnancy."


     "You know, I think you might be right. But…I was busy, I’m sure you were busy— what can you expect?" There’s a little shrug of her shoulders. "And now we have a chance to catch up on everything, right?"