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Merry Christmas Mr. Mowett! I thought I remembered that you liked oranges, but I wasn't sure, so I got you a little bit of everything?

Thank you very much sir, I appreciate it very much.

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Acts of Affection

Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours!  For the ones where YOUR muse gives or says something to mine: WILD CARD! Your muse can pick the item, sings a specific song, or says a specific thing!

Family/Platonic:

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

☀  Singing them to sleep.

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it. 

☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

✥ Play fighting!

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

Shipping/Romance:

♥  Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

❤  Whispering sweet nothings in their ear. 

❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.

❣  Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.

ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.

Sexual/NSFW:

✖  Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

♦  Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.

✚  Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.

✦  Giving a sensual massage.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.

▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.

► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck.

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He didn't know what to do, should he scream now that she was using up the precious water like this or should he trust her and accept it...? ? confused and visibly dehydrated, he just gestured a little and slumped down a bit. What was the point of yelling at her, she probably knew what she was doing and he was sure he would die soon here in this foreign land anyway.

Sighing, he nodded at her and stared at the burnt hands that hurt like hell. "Can you help?" he heard her ask, probably the last attempt of his brain to live on.

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Disgusted, he looked at his bort. Hard as stone and completely inedible, but hunger drove it in. Just as he was about to eat a piece, he heard a click and these words- Me, you, eat, Startled, he turned to her, she was standing against the sun which made him blink but the click said more than a thousand words. She… it was indeed a woman, pointing a gun at him. What could he do, he was unarmed except for a dagger. And he had no chance against her gun.

So he handed her what he had in his hand. “Yours…” whether she would take it all from his burnt hands was questionable. All he could hope was that she would take it and let him live, though he wasn’t sure if it wouldn’t be better to die in his situation. But maybe he was lucky and she could help him find his way back to civilisation. So he picked up his water bottle with his other hand. You… help… me… then… you… can… have… water…“ he said slowly and hoped he would not regret it.

She could kill him if she wanted and take that water. She considers it for a moment but it seems a waste when she can most likely find cacti that will yield water without the need to spend a man’s blood. Instead, she merely grunts, taking the bread. It’s hard as a rock and she ponders it for a moment before making her way back to the nickering appaloosa mare munching at the sparse scrub nearby. When she returns to the fire it’s with the molcajete she’s pulled from her saddlebags and she sets it on a rock, placing the bread inside. Change of plans, she needs that water now.

❝ Give, ❞ she says, eyes flicking up, hand extended toward him. ❝ Water, give to me. ❞ She certainly hoped he’d understand what she was up to and comply. ❝ Like ‘dis… ❞ she held up the hard chunk of bread, ❝ one day, eat, only one day. ❞ She put it back into the molcajete and mimed grinding it to a powder, adding water. ❝ Like ‘dis…I make… many days. ❞ They could bake the rudimentary dough over the fire. Not tortillas, but some sort of flatbread that would at least be more edible than this rock-hard lump and, if they were lucky, last long enough for them to find their next meal.

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He laughed softly so as not to wake the little one, who had finally fallen asleep so peacefully after some effort. "Do you think we'll get our own crew? well, then we won't have to hide any more but can show ourselves openly and still stay at sea...." his smile shone through the dimples of his round cheeks even rounder than usual and even redder than usual because the candles made the sunburn around his nose even more intense. His rough fingers lay against her cheek " You look happy and tired my heart, can I do something good for you ?"

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“Then let fate take its course” he breathed against her sweet lips now swollen from all the kissing. His swollen fingers took her hand in his, before he gently put the ring on her tanned finger. The gold stood out immediately, the little diamond glittering in the light of the candles. But he did not let go of his hand. Instead, he guided it to his lips, marked by the sun and sea salt.

He managed to embrace his finger and ring with his lips and caress them both. “And I cannot be happier than to have you to be my wife, Miss Torres soon Mrs. Mowett. We’ll find a way to seal our bond, and if it’s on a small scale. For you, I’ll even become a catholic… Vianca, I would do anything for you or our little one. We are a family… don’t forget that. “Mi amor…”

Tears of happiness glimmered for an instant in her eyes as he slipped the ring onto her finger and brought it to her lips. She knew that he was right; they would find a way as they always had. For so many long years she had been certain that dreams of a lover, of children, of a family would remain just that: dreams. Now, with William’s ring upon her finger, with their infant sleeping soundly nearby, it all felt as if she were living a dream, the best dream she could have possibly imagined.

❝ ‘Dat ‘es alright, mi amor, ❞ she murmured, nestling her head into his shoulder. ❝ I woul’ prefer a small wedding, somet’ing intimate. ❞ She fell silent for a moment, luxuriating in the warmth of him, the comfort of his touch, enjoying these moments she would miss when she was at sea again. ❝ We are, ❞ she whispered, ❝ we are a family, an’ we shall grow as a family as well. We will ‘ave more children, mi amor, a sister for Ignacio, an’ ot’ers to follow. ❞

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How many children would you like to have with Vianca?

Many, many... I love children and with Vianca I know that I have the right woman by my side who I would like to have as the mother of my children. If she also wants to.... But we are already practising very hard and soon we will have number two, maybe a little girl who looks just like her beautiful mum.

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Send my muse anons about their family.

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send a sentence .

001.   ❛ please drink some .  ❜

002.   ❛ go fuck yourself .  ❜

003.   ❛ have you eaten ?  ❜

004.   ❛ please ,  no  ,  keep your eyes open  !  ❜

005.   ❛ i can’t sleep either .  ❜

006.   ❛ you’re worthless .  ❜

007.   ❛ i never should’ve trusted you .  ❜

008.   ❛ kill me  !  kill me now  !  do it  !  ❜

009.   ❛ you’ll be okay  !  ❜

010.   ❛ i can’t do this without you .  ❜

011.   ❛ i’m scared  .  ❜

012.   ❛ it was just a dream  ,  you’re okay .  .  .  ❜

013.   ❛ you can hug me back  .  ❜

014.   ❛ you promised !  ❜

015.   ❛ i just want to be alone  .  ❜

016.   ❛ do you want me to leave  ?  ❜

017.   ❛  don’t walk away from me  !  ❜

018.   ❛ look at me  ,  i’m talking to you  !  ❜

019.   ❛ you killed him/her .  ❜

020.   ❛ who did this  ?  ❜

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William facts

Just a few facts that have been haunting my brain for a while. I also want to activate my boy again and play.

- In contrast to most of his comrades, William is a pretty good swimmer. And so you can watch him swimming in the sea.

- He loves chocolate and everything else that is sweet. Well, it is not hard to overlook.

- It is hard for him to trust, once he was quite open. But since the experiences he had made on the merchant ship, he can no longer. That's why he can seem cool at the beginning, but only because he tries to find out what his opposite is like.

- Because of his numerous scars on his back and butt, he is afraid to approach a woman. He would like to get to know you ladies better but is afraid that you will find him repulsive.

-For a long time he has been thinking about leaving the sailor's trade and continuing as a merchant. He already has the business.

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please reblog if you love oc’s / fully support your oc rp partners 

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Headcanon

Here are a few lines about Williams being punished on the merchant vessel. It’s got a little longer and different than I expected. It’s long, very long. But I had these piece since months in my head. Also tried to write it as youth-free as possible.

Weiterlesen

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just a note hey, remember that your blog is YOUR blog. so all you have the muse for is short one-liners? cool. want to write pages of replies later on? great. don’t feel like doing anything but reblogging aesthetics and cute pics of your fc? awesome! you just want to rp with the same person for three days straight? go for it! lost muse for certain threads and/or plots? no worries, it happens to everyone. need to disappear for a few days or weeks? you do you, and your partners will be here for you when you get back! bottom line is, your blog is yours, not anyone else’s. have fun, don’t stress, and be happy! 

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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

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Headcanon

Here are a few lines about Williams being punished on the merchant vessel. It’s got a little longer and different than I expected. It’s long, very long. But I had these piece since months in my head. Also tried to write it as youth-free as possible.

Weiterlesen

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Mun vs Muse

My stupid little boy looks like a baby. He is so young here and cute.

Tagged by @conquistadoradelmar

Tagging : who ever want to do it

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Reblog if you’re open to improvisational rp and just “winging it” with threads

Whether it’s the first interactions between the muses so the chemistry is still up in the air and it’s still unknown as to whether or not they’ll click before potential plotting, or the muses have too much minds of their own and run wild the moment you set them loose in a thread, plotting is hard and occasionally your pre-planned threads jump the track and go in totally different directions than anticipated thanks to the muses’ creative differences. Reblog this to let your rp partners know that you don’t mind simply jumping straight into in-character interactions and threads.

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Disgusted, he looked at his bort. Hard as stone and completely inedible, but hunger drove it in. Just as he was about to eat a piece, he heard a click and these words- Me, you, eat, Startled, he turned to her, she was standing against the sun which made him blink but the click said more than a thousand words. She... it was indeed a woman, pointing a gun at him. What could he do, he was unarmed except for a dagger. And he had no chance against her gun.

So he handed her what he had in his hand. "Yours..." whether she would take it all from his burnt hands was questionable. All he could hope was that she would take it and let him live, though he wasn't sure if it wouldn't be better to die in his situation. But maybe he was lucky and she could help him find his way back to civilisation. So he picked up his water bottle with his other hand. You... help... me... then... you... can... have... water..." he said slowly and hoped he would not regret it.

open starter || Wild West verse

ーー The desert was a cruel yet beautiful mistress. Flames of ochre clay spilled seamlessly into a watercolor horizon, the shadows of dusk blurring the line between heaven and earth. It had been days since she’d last eaten the scrawny lizard and, since then, not a hare nor a bird in sight, only the beauty of desolation to nourish her spirit, though it did little for her body. She watched from the perimeter, distant enough that she could escape if need be, yet hungry for whatever it was that the other was cooking over their roaring fire. Her rifle was slung between her shoulder blades, ready to deliver her from starvation if needed, but she waited still, hopeful for an invitation rather than blood.