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“might fuck around,  walk into the woods, and never come back.”

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Gonna be p slow activity wise cus I'm hitting that con crunch baybeeeee

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I hope you guys are also being kind to people you don’t wanna fuck.

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .

( add ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ] your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ] your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .

[ instruct ] your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do .

[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .

[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ] your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how .

[ answer ] your muse answering a question meant for mine .

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them .

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down .

[ placement ] your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ] your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .

[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking .

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together .

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ] your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking .

[ laces ] your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ] your muse telling mine to stay in the car .

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them .

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them .

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .

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deadtastic‌:

   Curled up against his end of the couch, Kenny is battling his own version of a hangover.  Sipping clear soda and bu- ndled in his orange parka;     he feels a sense of comfort & safety. 

        “Nah– fuck that shit. You’re needed here.” Kenny an- swers a little too matter of fact. 

 “You can  always  host a thing durin'  the summer events.                           Need a   sexy  assistant?”

craig’s sprawl along the couch, almost too short for his excessive amount of leg, pays no mind to personal space. kenny makes as good of a foot rest as anything else, a throw sprawled haphazardly over them.

he raises a brow in kenny’s direction. “i guess someone has to keep assholes like you humble.” 

“maybe. too bad i don’t know any sexy assistants.” 

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Frenemies/Rivals sentence starters 

“Just because I’m helping you, doesn’t mean I like you. Got it?”

“YOU ARE MY RIVAL”

“Heh,  today we’ll see who the toughest one is”

“The only one that gets to harass you is ME”

“I know we’re supposed to be fighting right now but that is a great outfit”

“So, you’ve bested me once again. Same time tomorrow?”

“I heard you found another rival,  do you realize how much this hurts me?”

“Stop holding back, NERD.”  

“That was funny, I’ll give you that but now it’s time to die”

“Hey stop interrupting my monologuing I was just getting to the good part and you know this”

“Maybe if I wasn’t so insanely evil we could’ve been friends”

“You’re not such a bad person after all.”

“STOP. Snacks are not for hostages, hostage”

“How does it feel knowing I’m way cooler than you?”

“I could kill you in an instant  but you’re a lot more fun than I realized. I’ll keep you around”

“You’re just jealous that I’m way more attractive than you are. Look at my beautiful face and shiny hair.”  

“You saved me but why?”

“Sorry didn’t feel like letting you die today, maybe tomorrow”

“A-Are we friends now? This is weird. I’m so used to trying to destroy you. Do we hug?”

“I wish you’d use a door. Why must you always break through my windows. It’s not very heroic of you”

“Oh, it’s just you. I thought it was someone important”

“I know we had a touching moment and it was nice but if you ever bring it up again I will destroy you”

“I draw the line at hugging”

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“Feldspar!”

Princess Kenny’s voice was a higher pitched whine, her elegant skirts bunched up in her hands. Her feet were absolutely killing her, as they should after trekking on uneven ground in heels. She pouted at him and batted her baby blues, tone sweeter than honey dripping from her painted lips. “I’m a princess. I don’t own any ‘sensible shoes!’ Do you really think His Thickness would allow me to dress in anything less than the finest gowns and footwear? I’m a figurehead for the kingdom.”

were he a weaker man and perhaps a bit more interested in pretty princes than that pout of her’s might have worked it’s wondrous charm. as it stood, feldspar was steadfast in his refusal to cater to her. he did, however, snort lightly at the title. “that still sounds like a you problem and not a me problem. seriously, just take the shoes off if they’re that bad.”

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im not saying craig had an edgy ‘im gonna film fake scp videos’ stage in middle school.... however.......

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this character is so twinky but he has a tassle on his hood which i enjoy

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me? continually fussing over face claims? u bet

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“cut the crap, marsh.”  craig’s not in the mood --- but when is he ever. words reduced to mere drivel, static noise in the background with the ever present question of, ‘why should i care about you’ ringing in his head like some singsong melody of a warning bell. “what part of leave me alone don’t you understand?”

@apathcia​​ SENT !  —

🎶 for… anyone ur really vibing with ya feel : OPEN.

man to man.

❝ so you want to play ROUGH in the parking lot? see you acting TOUGH, but i know you’re not we can take it outside, scuffle in the streetlight i just really wanna fight with you

man to man hand to hand  one on one friend to friend  are you man enough to SOFTEN up? are you tough enough to OPEN up?

man to man you gotta LET ME IN

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        there  are  some  insolent  actions  that  kenny  is  willing  to  look  PAST,  but  the  tone  of  his  voice,  the  look  on  his  face,  the  gait  of  his  stance  – -  all  of  which  is  tracked  from  the  mirror  of  her  vanity  – -  lights  annoyance  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach.  she  seeks  his  stony  gaze  in  the  glass,  matching  him  with  a  glare  of  her  own.  he  may  be  a  BRILLIANT  thief,  but  he  is  already  shaping  up  to  be  something  of  a  piss-poor  escort.  “And  you  would  think  that  the  crown  on  my  head  might  compel  you  to  be  a  smidgen  more  respectful,  and  yet.”  a  flash  of  a  fake  smile,  all  teeth,  before  she  returns  to  flattening  the  plaits  of  her  hair.  “I’m  the  princess.  The  elven  court  can  surely  afford  to  wait  the  extra  few  minutes  for  my  arrival,  Feldspar.  And  if  they  can’t?  They  can  suck  my  left  nut.”

feldspar rolls his eyes so hard his head teeters with the gesture. friends in high places was always something good to have, but oh how those in high places tended to be self absorbed fuck wits. pretentious, treating the world as though it were catered to them and there wasn’t a knife just waiting to plunge into their back for the right price. too bad that wasn’t what he was here for, would at least make this job a touch more interesting. “i haven’t had any respect since the day i was born,” he grouses dryly. “and i really don’t need to know the details of what’s going to go down once you get there. assuming you ever do, at this rate old age might just claim you.”

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@netherborn​ /  sc.

feldspar was not known for his patience, at least when it did not suit him, which roughly translated into he didn’t like waiting on people. the irate shifting of weight, the fussing with a cloak, a borderline dirty glare shot to the princess. “you’d think the ‘super urgent red ink’ on that letter would, oh i don’t know, compel you to get ready a little bit quicker.” why he’d eve agreed to play escort was beyond him, the pay hardly seeming worth it at the moment.

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@crimsonbass​ /  sc.

“i’m already robbing this grave, go find a different one.” a rather bold admittance, but why else would someone be in a graveyard during these hours? just to hang out? bask in the moon’s melancholy glow while stretched across a tomb thinking of dismal poetry? actually, looking the fellow over that might not be too far from what was going on.

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@retractedrequiem​ /  sc.

“yeah --- no. i’m not going to carry you anywhere, maybe you should have thought to wear more sensible shoes before coming out here.”

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idk if im 100% sold on the fc for feldspar bcus hes a little bit too like Beefy and Manly

but he does have a cool cape and tiddy window so thats fun

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@btchnet​ / sc.

the meaty ‘twhunk’ of a dagger splitting clean through a neck resounds, followed by the almost soundless rustle of fabric as the figure drops from where he’d been. now dead, the man’s body falls unceremoniously to the ground, a finger held up by his assaliant. “don’t call it a favor, you were at the right place at the right time,” feldspar spoke up quick enough, not wanting the person to think he’d stepped into their affairs for the sake of good intentions or helping them out.