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My muse tries to kiss yours under the mistletoe. How does your muse respond?

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Sexuality headcanons because pride month

They are all bisexual but in very different ways.

Reynauld: True bisexual, he is as interested in women as he is in men, even though he looks for something different in each. He prefers manly men and dainty women. Literally can’t deal with the opposite.

Lucy: Hetero flexible, prefers women but will take men if there are no women available but is very picky, prefers dainty men over burly. Only tops, but is bad at it.

Hildegard: Homo flexible. Prefers women, but will take men to teach them a lesson or if she is bored. Only pegging, you better not get anywhere close to her with your dick if you don’t want to lose it.

Tardif: Chaotic bisexual. Has no preference between genders, and doesn’t mind how they are looking as long as he can have sex with them. The act of sex is more important than gender.

Nines: Demi-bi-sexual. Doesn’t care about gender, but has to develop a deep emotional relationship with a potential partner. Doesn’t have to be romantic to become sexual attractive, just has to be deep.b

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Lucy is as sharp as a marble

"Ha, thanks for noticing!"

"..."

"Wait"

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How touch starved are yall?

The knight shrugs. "A normal amount, I guess?" what even was a 'normal amount of being touch starved'? The knight was not making a lot of sense, for other people, at least. For him, it made perfect sense. He could always go for a hug, at least from friends.

Tardif cracks his knuckles. "Wanna find out?" the bounty hunter absolutely hated to be touched. It made him uncomfortable, even friends got their arms twisted occasionally

"Oh, you have no idea." Nines sighed with a small smile. He would do nothing rather than to curl up in the arms of a friend and be held for an entire day. It didn't even have to be a friend, it would be enough if he barely knew the person.

Lucy is quiet for an astonishingly long amount of time before he said "Wait, what was the question again? I think I just had a vision of the Light, my apologies." with a smile that was supposed to be charming, but seemed more awkward than anything.

"Depends on what's between your legs and on your chest." Hildegard grinned. Being touched by a man made her feel sick, but the warm embrace of a woman? Soft chest against soft chest? Oh yes, yes, she wanted that, always!

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[What if I started to... you know... casually start answering my inbox? Even if the asks are from like... March? ^^']

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[I am very, very sorry for dropping off the earth like that. I promise I'm not dead!]

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Birth of the Firebird

for @bulwark-of-hope because Hildegard is simply the best

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@darkestscalpel said: Offended Ques noises. "What do you mean yo left two of my favourite people behind!?!"

“They made it out alive.” Tardif shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. The mission had been botched from the start, he told them to abandon it, they didn’t listen, he left them. Easy as that.

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If you're even admitting that you could, then what's stopping you from collaring the rat, bounty hunter? Oh, are you actually afraid of the choir boy?

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Afraid? Tardif barked a laugh. "You don't know shit 'bout me an' choir boy." he huffed. He was not afraid of getting a beating from Reynauld, they had brawled countless times, that's just how they rolled. They knew how they could take each other out, knew each other's weaknesses and strong points. It was just a matter of luck or fate that would show who would be the victor.

No, it wasn't that.

But Tardif was indeed afraid.

Afraid to lose his only friend.

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there's an unsigned note on the bottom of the box that Rey notices as he hides it. Letters are written both deliberately and very unceirtantly: "dont play without me"

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Reynauld smiled but rolled his eyes too. His rogue should know he would't dare to touch himself on his own anyway. But he had to compliment Dismas about his writing, he was getting better.

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"No, Rey, fer da ninth time, ya need t' hold it differently," Dismas' voice was casual and even, with the slightest hint of a smirk, but his hands were anything but.

The way they moved against the knight's arms and back as the ex-brigand showed the crusader the intricacies of using a flintlock were heavily suggestive - and that was a mighty understatement in itself. Frankly, they were lucky the shooting ring was empty. But then again, maybe that was precisely the reason why Dismas decided to be a handful and make Reynauld's supposed training difficult.

[aka Dis sees a lack of homoeroticism in Rey's attitude towards sparring and takes that personally]

The knight just groaned in frustration. He was set on learning a new skill here and Dismas was acting just... a little distracting, to say the least. He liked to be touched by the rogue, oh by the light his hands felt great on his arms and back, but he really would appreciate it if he was holding back a little.

“It’s only the seventh time, don’t make me look worse than I actually am.” he complained. “It always looks so much easier when you do it. You don’t look stiff at all and here I am, feeling like a broom stick.” he muttered and took aim again, hopefully better than the last seven times.

In his mind he just asked the light for patience, even if he was utterly annoyed and increasingly distracted. ‘ Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.’ he repeated in his head

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Tardif has quite an obsession with rats. And here I thought he'd be after some bigger game. So much of a hunter

Rats? No, no only one rat!

But the stranger was out of luck today. The bounty hunter had been peeved from the start of the day and this poor fucker had the audacity to question his abilities? Bad mistake.

"How 'bout you say that again, without ya teeth?" he snarled and lunged at the person, grabbing them by the throat and starting to punch their ugly mug in with his fist.

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Bless me father for I have sinned It's been a week since my last confession And too long since these motherfuckers Learned a lesson

"Patience is a virtue, my child." Reynauld said with a soft smile. "For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning." he recited one of his favorite psalms. "Do you want me to pray with you? Maybe that will calm your mind."

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Abomination - Darkest Dungeon fan art by Thanh Tuấn

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The crusader paled when he saw the cursed horse from the cursed farmstead. He made the holy sign in front of himself. "Light have mercy, Quesnel! How... how did you get that? Do you... do you think it's save to ride?" he sounded way more interested than he wanted.

He loved horses, they were his favourite animals. And this was a horse. And a horse was a horse was a horse, right?

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"Hey Rey do you want a horse?" Quesnel held up the reins to indicate which disgruntled horse she was refering to.

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@accusedofsin 👀

[This is how Dismas gets his drugs]

Hero fuel

The Antiquarian uses her contacts to get a hold of a batch of a brand new imported drink: coffee. It quickly becomes a local sensation, but not all effects are as positive as expected.

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Dismas: Hey where is your belt?

Sarmenti, casually: I ate it.

Dismas: You- You *What*?

Sarmenti: leather is perfectly edible. Kept me from starving to death more then a few times when they didn't like my performances.

Dismas: I need to sit down.

See, my qualm about this is the implication that Dismas hasn't also eaten his belt at one point.