#moko-ffxiv

[thepictoblr]

I cant believe it took me like 4 years to finally get into the ffxiv rp scene and this shit rocks what the hell? Balmung has a weekly rp fight tournament (The Grindstone) and an open air rp fight club just outside of Ul'dah's Steps of Thal (The Bloodsands) and i went to a venue run by two androids from another world who served me tea and talked about home and what it means to us, i wanna check out a tavern run by ex-pirates who have minigame drinks using the /random command with some of my buds at some point, I went to a yearly bard concert in a venue called Greg's Dad's House where we hate Greg and his dad and it was decorated like a regular suburban american family home. This is amazing. I love it here.

[maeljade]

my theory about you is that your Jade posting has made me convinced you're always listening to strangely melancholic techno or electronic music... I can almost hear it in the poses XD

I will use this to talk about the music I listen to, if you dont mind.

Firstly Obviously I listen to the FFXIV soundtrack. Depending on where I pose the default music can make me go loopy, especially in inn rooms. Currently its mostly Give it All, though in the past I also used To the Edge as background music while posing.

Besides the games own Soundtrack I mostly listen to Jinjer, for example Under the Dome (...which happens to be Jade's main theme for obvious reasons) or Teacher Teacher to list two examples!

Besides that Alien Weaponry, who are a Maori heavy metal band. To provide some examples of songs in pure english like Buried Underground, mixed english and te reo maori like Tangaroa and full maori like Mau Moko!

And for some non metal variety I also occasionally listen to the Warframe soundtrack like its Sea Shanty Sleeping in the Cold below, its chain gang song We All Lift Together and late 90s/Y2K boyband On-Lyne's Party of your Lifetime or The Great Despair.

Or in short: while there is certainly some techno or electric elements its mostly (heavy) metal and game OST

[miqojak]

Character Associations: Jak

(Funny, I had this same prompt in two different versions saved in my drafts from the last two times I did it in past years, intending to do it again since it has been years! Good time to tag me...even if I took a month or so to get to it! xD )

I'll smash together these two old ones and put them into this one, resulting in a bit more things to fill out: "5 Things" and "Character Features" - with 3-5 things per category.

✴EMOTIONS/FEELINGS✴

✧ Paranoia ✧ Disdain ✧ Curiosity ✧ Confidence ✧ Arrogance

✴GREETINGS✴

✧ Silent Nod ✧ Clipped wave or nod ✧ Silent, judgemental stare: first impressions don't always go over well ✧ Faint smirk, almost as if she knows something you don't ✧ Fanged grin, if she likes you

✴COLORS✴

✧ Red ✧ Black ✧ Gold ✧ White

✴SCENTS✴

✧ Handmade, perfumed oil (Spiced and earthy/citrusy) - a connection to her past, and the family she lost ✧ Well-oiled leather - what she's often garbed in ✧ Campfire smoke - another reminder of her family/past ✧ The scent of a savory meal on the stove/in the oven - she loves to cook! Having suffered with hunger and near-starvation, the ability to cook good food now is something she relishes.

✴CLOTHING✴

✧ Leather mini-skirt/pants/clothing in general - good for sneaking, or for drawing the eye where you want it...away from where thieving hands might be wandering ✧ Loose-fitting cloth fabrics - the better for the hot places she likes to live/dwell in ✧ Sandals - for when it's hot! (Boots or sneakers when practicality + comfort is the goal.) ✧ Lots of piercings - in her face, and ears.

✴VICES/BAD HABITS✴

✧ Drinking - She drinks now and then, and no longer tends towards being an alcoholic ✧ Drugs - She no longer abuses somnus, and smokes moko a little now and then to relax ✧ Works out too much/pushes herself too hard, out of the paranoia associated with having been a Garlean prisoner of war. If she's fit and fast enough, no one can catch and cage her again! ✧ Holds herself (and others) to incredibly steep, almost unachievable standards out of a belief that one should always be bettering themself. ✧ She loves breaking and entering as a hobby! She doesn't even steal things, most times - maybe moves things around, or breaks things, and just makes herself at home...it's about the power and control, not the stuff.

✴OBJECTS✴

✧ Throwing knives - often coated in non-lethal toxins, and sheathed in hidden holsters in her clothing. ✧ Lock-picking tools, if she's out to do some B&E ✧ DRK soulstone set in a bangle on her tail

✴BODY LANGUAGE✴

✧ Languid, but alert - in the manner of many a large, feline predator; she may seem to be completely at ease...while simultaneously ready to act at a second's notice ✧ Shoulders squared and chin lifted, a stance of stubborn pride ✧ A tail that lashes in anger, or sways slowly when in thought - this body part betrays the otherwise carefully controlled actions of the rest of the little woman. ✧ Feline ears that are almost always on a swivel for sounds that are out of place, or words spoken softly - seeking things meant to go unheard. ✧ Examining her nails - either truly bored, or trying to project disinterest

✴AESTHETICS✴

✧ A weathered, leather-bound sketchbook ✧ A desert campfire, as the sun sets on a sandy horizon ✧ Piano music drifting from another room ✧ A dark, viscous, canine shadow with too many eyes and teeth that hungrily slinks across snowy wastelands ✧ Opposing aesthetics of dark leather, and gold jewelry set against pale, flowing cloth; the street rat, and the empress, juxtaposed

✴SONGS✴

✧ Cold-Blooded - Zayde Wolf ✧ Somebody's Watching Me - Madelyn Darling ✧ Knife Under My Pillow - Maggie Lindemann ✧ THAT BITCH - Bea Miller ✧ Here Come the Wolves - Lola Blanc (An especially poignant and multi-layered song for Jak!)

Tagged by: @hares-and-hounds

Tagging (a bunch of people from my notifs, but do it if you want to, and tag me so I can see!) - @briar-ffxiv @xmimiteh @wpip-raham @uldahstreetrat @captainqster @shieldandarrow @merlwybs-wife @alannah-corvaine @madalyn-maeve @ashenbun @thedawnforged @why-raven @ivyffxiv and...anyone else! YOU, reading this! Do it, and go ahead and tag me so I can read about your OC! (This took me ages to think about and finish, so no rush on knocking it out - in some categories, I even had a hard time coming up with three things, much less five!)

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

FFXIV Write: Halcyon

I admit---I didn't know what I was going to do with this prompt at first. My first instinct was to write Agi's death, but then I pivoted to something in her canon that I don't believe I've discussed before---her usage of moko grass to alleviate anxiety from the Final Days (though if Agi is honest with herself, it's always been there but got worse after that).

So Agi is high and reflects on her childhood and present. SFW.

Sitting on one of her two red decks at her “home away from home” in Shirogane, Agnes Currai Varlineau took a drag on the moko grass she was smoking and inhaled. Normally she would smoke moko grass to be able to commune with elementals more easily, but since the Final Days (and with encouragement from my grumpy dragon and a few trusted members of Conjurers Guild), she had begun to either smoke or drink a tincture of distilled moko grass to calm her mind and body every evening.

“Ah, those halcyon days…”

Why am I hearing that in Hades’ voice?

Halcyon days…

She smiled as she thought of her childhood in Costa del Sol.

Playing with Lewson, Purple, Nadia, and Yararu after lessons.

Exploring.

Swimming.

All of us together…

She raised the moko grass joint to her lips again.

That was wonderful, wasn’t it?

Grew up in paradise with great friends…

And then…

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

Gridania had been, overall, pleasant, but…

The teasing.

Being humiliated by Gregor and his mates on a daily basis after I asked him out.

Never eating in public in Gridania ever again…

The calamity…

Calm.

Be calm, Agi.

Think of…

Estinien.

My babies.

My friends.

Mum.

All the adventures yet to come.

“Hey, you alright over here?”

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and smiled.

My everything.

“Thinking too much, but I’m better now.”

I’m always better with you.

You make me better in every way.

I love you so much…

Estinien pulled up a chair next to hers and sat down, wrapping an arm around her broad shoulders. “I thought the whole point of this was for you to not think so much, my angel.” He chuckled. “Mayhap you need more?”

She burst out laughing. “Fucking hells, love! No, no…just need you…”

“Ah, those halcyon days…”

Hades, those days are now.

Because I have him and our babies and Mum and my friends and…

She snuggled against him, cheek to cheek, savoring his WARMTH. So warm. He’s always so warm and snuggly and all mine…

“As I ever need you.” He pressed a kiss to her blushing cheek and chuckled again. “Wanna go have a cuddle, sweetheart?”

SER, YOU KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION!!!!!!!

I NEVER SAY NO TO CUDDLES!!!

ESPECIALLY FROM YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GET UPSTAIRS, AGI!

Estinien watched and then laughed at his wife as she very stupidly attempted to scramble out his embrace but instead tripped over my own fucking feet and nearly faceplanted in the yard. He rushed after her, holding her close. “Easy, easy. No need to rush, Agi. Easy.”

But it’s you I MUST RUSH!!!!

RUSH FOR CUDDLES!

Wait, am I saying this out loud?!?!

“Agi, we’ll cuddle very soon, but we must get inside and up the stairs first.” OH HE’S GONNA DO THE THING!!! Summoning Nidhogg’s strength, he lifted his WIFE THAT’S RIGHT FUCKERS, I’M HIS WIFE and carried her inside the house. “Much safer this way, my angel.” Estinien laughed softly, kissing her.

“I’m always safe with you, love.”

Those halcyon days are here and now because I have you and I love you and I WANT TO CUDDLE RIGHT NOW, SER.

[starres-stuff]

Day 6- Halcyon FFXIV Write 2024

Halcyon: denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.

“Do you believe a person can be described as halcyon,?” 

It was mid-afternoon, in the middle of summer and the twins had met for lunch at the cottage. Once they had finished their meal, they moved their conversation outside under the old oak trees, their shade, the most superior compared to any other found in the yard and conveniently out of sight of Viviane’s prized Gridania mint crop that Dimitri had recently killed by accident.

“Why, yes I do. The word does translate to joyful and carefree. Those summer days of youth.” The Sharlayan had packed his pipe with his favorite cherry-scented tobacco and was lazy leaning back again at the base of one of the trees, his shoes tossed somewhere to the side and his sketchbook in his lap; long tendrils of reddish-brown hair blowing on the wind. 

“What if you lost your youth to unfortunate circumstances?” Viviane was one tree over from her twin, a clove-scented, moko-laced cigarette sending tendrils of smoke out around her. 

“Well, that depends on how you define Youth. Some would say youth ends when we are old enough to be considered adults. I think youth is a state of mind and not tied to a singular age bracket. I worked with a woman at the library well into her fifty-second summer and she was far more a youth than some seventeen-year-olds I knew from school. She told me once it was her way of staying young.”

Viviane considered this for a long moment, a drag drawn from her cigarette during this time was exhaled in a series of smoke rings, some of which were looped together; it was one of her favorite tricks to distract people or prompt them to comment on how they were formed; ring inside ring. 

“It would be the summer when I met Clement.” Her eyes closed as the breeze ruffled her hair. “It was a lovely summer, despite how rocky we first were in admitting our feelings to each other and the fact it took until Starlight for either of us to act on them, it was the most carefree summer I ever had. I simply felt alive, and it has never faded since. Today when I woke up, curling around him felt as good as the day I first read his cards at the Path.” A small giggle left her then and her cheeks flushed brightly. “That was my thirty-first summer. So I do suppose your theory could hold water in my case, I was much older.” Vi then pointed at Dimitri “Your turn.” 

With the spotlight on him, Dimitri began clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, his eyes even closed for a while as he mulled over when the halcyon period of his life had been, and then took a few more drags from his pipe before he finally answered. “It would be this cycle I do believe. See growing up in Old Sharlayan was, as you know, terribly regimented,; especially as the adopted child of a member of the Forum. I was also the oldest of their children. Patience was not born until I was seven summers old and the youngest, Nicodeme, was not born until another seven cycles after that.” A smile appeared on his features then, as if these two times were at least fond memories for him but like always Viviane took note of the moment that smile vanished from sight and Dimitri’s seriousness returned. 

“They were kind parents I will say that, even though they were strictly authoritarian in mannerisms, what belongs to them is theirs, hence why they chase after me even now at thirty-three summers old. They like feared me finding out the truth while I was here like I have and hating them for it, which I do right now. Eventually, I will have my say of course..” Viviane lifted gracefully from her spot then, gliding over to the tree where her twin sat, and plopped down alongside him, reaching out a single finger to poke him right in the ribs with the tip of her nail. 

“Tell me why this cycle is the one then, forget the past if it is not important to the question, dwelling there will only bring you pain; something I know all too well.” There was a fair bit of sympathy in Viviane’s eyes when he turned his head, while he had never been treated as poorly as she had been he knew that he had his demons he faced day to day; often in the bottom of his silver flask filled with whiskey. 

“Because of Laurent. The things I have experienced with him. I have been able to be myself for the first time in my life Vi. I don’t have to pretend like I did in Sharlayan for anyone's sake anymore. I live in the middle of nature now, not a City. I see a future when I am around him when I look into his eyes. I have found peace with him. We can exist side by side, we have no expectations of each other. We both want to see the Star, explore it together and I still believe that the day will come when we settle in to just grow old together.” It was a lot for him to say, more than he would usually say about anything so private to him but when he saw Vi’s head nodding in agreement he couldn't help but question it “And it seems you agree, why is that?”

A soft laugh came from the Songstress, as she opened her silver smoking case with the etched Sunflower on top and she took out another of cigarettes to smoke. “Because when I first met you Dimtri you had a larger stick up your arse than an Ishgardian Count on the matters of State, now that stick is gone and I like to think it is because Laurent pulled it out and broke it over your head.” 

Dimitri’s eyes crossed as he looked at her, he tried to think of a rebuttal but none would come and then finally he just laid his head back against the tree and a low rumbling chuckle came from deep in his chest. “Touche, Sister, Touche.” 

[ivoryminitower]

Echoes of Home: 13 - Steve ("recipes")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

Substitutions didn't work.  The deer meat didn't work in the antelope recipe.  At least it didn't botch and cost us materials...it just failed to trigger.

Nor did the wheat we found work as we'd hoped.  We found rye, and rye is apparently rye, but what we'd've found in the same place as rye in Eorzea is sunset wheat, whereas what we found northwest of Wyatt is apparently "prairie wheat", which doesn't work in the sunset flour recipe.  Even grinding it by hand (which is annoying if you don't have the tools for it) didn't produce a flour that would work in our crafting log.  We could make conventional pancakes with it, but not fill an Eorzean crafting recipe.

So we made our own.

Our journals are magic books with an indefinite number of pages.  As we gain more knowledge by exploring or harvesting or learning or whatever, the number of pages goes up even though the book doesn't occupy more space.  But there's always a few blank pages at the ends of certain sections.  So we tried to see if we could just write new recipes in.

Ballpoints didn't work.  Gel pen ink wouldn't stick.  Sharpies smeared, which I'd never seen before, but a little soap and water cleaned the pages again.  We tried quills and bottled ink (which was really hard to find in this town), but the ink just sort of sat on the paper like drops of black mercury.

Fortunately we'd found copper sand near the wheat, and a couple deer I'd killed dropped beastkin blood, so we mixed up some enchanted copper ink.  That worked, at least for these low-level recipes...we'll have to see if we need stronger ink for higher-level ones.  With that we could write up a recipe for prairie flour, made from prairie wheat.  And that at least got a reaction, though it got a lot of botches until we got the proportions right.  Eorzean recipes call for particular units of things, like "one" wheat, which does not mean one grain.  Working out what one unit of wheat was took experimenting.

We didn't find moko grass like in Eorzea either...we found "okie" grass. (What will we find in Montana?  Monty grass?) But we did find that we could make a second hempen yarn recipe that used okie grass.  So we're on the verge of being able to make extra clothes, even if they're a little hippiesque.

In Eorzea I never really thought about how I could see the names of things, and now it's weird that I can do that here, at least for Eorzea-skill-gathered stuff.  My prairie flour from my prairie wheat "looks" like prairie flour, while store-bought flour just looks like flour.  I may need to see if I can combine them, pad my prairie flour with Earth flour, to see how much I can mix in before it's not prairie flour any more.  Hope Tsu'na likes my pancakes.

Tsu'na's been quiet today, but cooperative.  I think she's taken what I said to heart.  I hope she can think of herself as a pioneer, a vanguard leading the way to Earth-based Eorzean discovery. Like, for instance, honestly I didn't know Return would work.  We haven't found any aetherites ("yet"), so the place we appeared on Earth is apparently our default "home" point.  That at least means we only have to fly to our destination and can Return home afterwards.  Great discovery, my love.  And thank you for scaring the hell out of me watching you disappear not knowing where (or if) you'd show up.

I hope she knows I love her and value her and treasure her and don't mean to objectify her, but this stuff is important.  We'll probably be (re-)learning stuff here for a long time.  If we're copies that were created here we probably won't be leaving, even if we find yet another Circle, so our life is here.  We need to know what our capabilities are.  I need to know.  And I may need her to show me.

Now, where the hell am I going to find buffalo milk?

[tiergan-vashir]

moko-ffxiv replied to your post “Speaking of abs, now that I am actually working out at least once a...”

Tiergab

...

I AM RENAMING MY ONE AB TO THE FAR MORE SUPERIOR NAME OF TIERGAB, THANK YOU.

[vexredain]

😘 (I s2g I'll reblog the prompt when I get home)

Them as a person : “A-a-a-ah... Errin. I s’pose t’be close t’Errin’s basically outin’ yerself as may’aps a lil’ bit o’ a masochist, or at th’very least someone that likes a bit o’ a tongue-lashin’... That bein’ said, th’lass is... Well, ye can talk t’er fer bells ‘pon bells, an’ ye feel like yer only just scratchin’ th’surface. She ‘olds a lot close t’eart, an’ rightly so! Gives ‘er this air o’, ye know, mysteriousness! I’ve bleedin’ said it ‘fore an’ I’ll say it ‘gain, no matter what, Errin mostly don’t care what anyone thinks o’ it, an’ if she does, she’s more’n able t’tear someone’s ‘ead off with nary a word o’er it. Or a glare, or both, if she’s particularly peeved, I’m sure. Wonnerful lass, that one.” 

Level of attractiveness : “Ain’t goin’ t’lie, with a body like that, ‘s’ard t’look at ‘er without th’ol’ eyes ‘avin’ a wander o’ their own. Not t’bleedin’ mention she’s tall, ‘ow is that fair? A good three or so ilms sometimes makes ‘er feel like she towers o’er me at times, an’ I’ll tell ye what, as someone who usually feels all tall, ‘s... Well, ‘skinda ‘ot, ye know? She’s got lovely ‘air, beautiful eyes, an’ she e’en manages t’make a look o’ near-constant disapproval look great. What can I say? She’s ‘otter’n th’bleedin’ Thavnair sun, I’ll say that much. I could say more, won’t though!”

What annoys them most : “I s’pose she’s too... Jumpy fer ‘er own good. Don’t ‘urt t’not, ye know, take a lil’ run, ‘ells, if she’d ‘ad a ship I’m sure she’d’ve been ‘alfway back t’bleedin’ Aldenard th’next mornin’... Which is a funny thing t’think ‘bout, all things considered! She’s real jumpy, almost scared, but I think that’s just somethin’ that makes ‘er... ‘Er.”

What they like the most : Hm... Now there’s a lot I could say, ye know, in th’way o’ particular places an’ particular things that’d be serious contenders fer favourites... But I think th’thing that’s most t’like ‘bout ‘er is that sharp bleedin’ wit an’ mind o’ ‘ers, I swear, sometimes I do ferget what it’s like talkin’ t’someone, ye know, intelligent. That, an’ I’d not ‘ave any better phrase’n ‘dangerously bold or dangerously stupid’ t’quote all th’bleedin’ time ‘thout that sharp mind, eh? Fer th’record, more bold’n stupid, just so ye know.”

What they’d do if they were locked in a closet together for 4 hours : “Now that... That is not somethin’ ye just go out an’ say, ye know? Though I’d think first an’ foremost I’d like t’see ‘ow long she can manage ‘thout gettin’ ‘erself bleedin’ sloshin’ drunk, an’n ye know, I s’pose we see what ye can exactly do in a closet fer four bleedin’ bells, which I’m sure involves a lot o’ talkin’ an’ certainly nothin’ untoward, I’m perfectly capable o’ keepin’ my ‘ands t’myself. I trust myself most certainly! She’d ‘ave ye think otherwise, she’s lyin’... Like t’see ‘er keep ‘em t’erself, I’ve seen th’way she looks at me when she thinks I ain’t noticin’! Who’d blame ‘er when ye look this good though, eh?” 

Overall opinion : “Errin’s a lot o’ fun, whether it’s just plain banter or learnin’ more ‘bout Seekers an’ th’like, ain’t e’er found myself not interested in what she’s got t’say. Couple that with a bleedin’ body that’d make th’Warden blush, what ye’d expect o’ a goddess, really. 

Rating : “Ten. She’s a bleedin’ ‘Ouse o’ Splendours alright, an’ I will ‘member t’use that line sooner or later, ye know, just t’see what ‘appens...”

[ Thanks for the ask! It’s greatly appreciated! Character Rating Meme Open Here! ]

[gyrabanian]

😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship?

sex+romance headcanons!

Shani hasn’t... ever been in a relationship! So, we’re still working on that one.

[ayyymeric]

moko-ffxiv replied to your post: im p damn drunk at this point but i still can’t...

You’re supposed to pee BEFORE you queue

I QUEUE’D AS A HEALER TO HELP A DPS FRIEND I HAD TO HOLD IT SO THAT I WOULDN’T MISS THE QUEUE A;LSDKJF;

[robynmarkius]

Endwalker Finished (Again!)

I finished my Japanese (Client) playthrough, between gathering, crafting, raiding, and maps.

Moko has finished his story, and I now have a lot to write up.

My very first question had been, "If the English Quests are written with weird letters that have hidden messages, then what do the Japanese quests look like?"

First problem was realizing the quest log only showed like 4 of the 8 you actually got, so I had to play through.

I also wanted the zone intros and some of the cutscenes that are subbed on screen, but not in the chat log; like the masks pre-Zodiark fight.

So~... When I started EW with Moko, I did it completely in the Japanese Client, and committed to only progressing his story in JP... which I just finished yesterday. (1/19/22)

There's a lot to sort through and write up, but I did the last zone as I went through, so it'll be the easiest to clean up. lol

For now, I'll give you this as I spend today writing up a better formatted post than the 50 Discord DMs I threw at my friends. lol

(Snip for image. It's the buff you get near the end. If you know, you know, if you don't, don't click for Spoilers. ^^; )

It was the same as English, but those feelings still hit.

Kanji エンドウォーカー 終わりの旅を孤独歩む状態。その足取りわ重い。

Romaji ENDOUOOKAA owari no tabi o kodoku ayumu joutai. sono ashidori wa omoi.

English Endwalker Solitary walk to journey's end. Your footsteps are heavy.

[naaaaams]

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first shard lev do it

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

FFXIV Write: Perpetuity

In which Agi discovers words are hard when you've smoked a lot of Eorzean weed. SFW.

“Estiniennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,” Agnes whined and pouted adorably, I might add. My Agi’s cute no matter what. “Estiniennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…”

With the children asleep and Agi smoked a fuckton of moko grass, Estinien was relaxing in bed with his high and super sexy wife in bed when she began to pout even more adorably. Woman, how are you so cute? HOW?!

“Aye, my angel?”

She snuggled against his chest and sighed. “I love you in purple titties.”

Estinien blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

“Agi?” He hummed with a raised eyebrow, his hold on her tightening.

What the hells…

His wife snorted. “I love you. In purple titties. In perpu-titties. The titties love you.”

Barking a laugh, he nuzzled her dark red hair. “Well, my titties love you too. In perpetuity.”

Agnes then burst into uncontrollable giggles and did not stop laughing for some time.

Oh Agi, you’re a delight under normal circumstances.

When you’ve smoked enough moko grass to commune with every elemental in existence, you’re even more delightful.

And too cute.

Fury take me.

[tinytveit]

the lalafell, second. she cannot quite remember her name, just her hatred of peaches. conjurer, said she was so very surprised i had made it out of the archer’s guild at all;

[lenneth-andrew]

On one hand: saving gil for a medium, this is no time to do something stupid.

On the other hand: Lenneth as a PTA wine mom.

[keelime-art]

Roses are red, and so are your lips, so sit on my face and wiggle your hips. pls

If I swung that way I’d be more than happy to, love.