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hey, replies are still coming, I just havent had much time to myself to sit down and write but I will get to them soon.

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@shilchdcesntcare

She's nursing a cup of tea as she stares blankly out the window. Her eyes focused on the glass, instead of what's beyond it, thinking. It's when she hears a dogs collar jingle next to her that she snaps out of her little trance. "So gloomy for late spring."

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The way he spoke to her never failed to make her feel small. 'Good girl' was a phrase most people used on a pet, not a person, which knowing Mason that was probably the point.

She frowned at him. "I don't see any need to introduce us, our friends aren't any of each others business now, are they?" She regretted even mentioning the word friends in the first place, any friend of Mason wasn't someone she ever wanted to be acquainted with.

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“And just what are you capable of, my dear sister? Enlighten me.”

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@shcsallrightnow

It really was the picture perfect day to be at a cemetery, dark and cloudy with light showers. A gentle blanket of fog was starting to cover the ground. Margot walked through the soaked grass, water starting to seep into her boots. Eventually she came upon another figure. "Are you visiting someone?" She softly smiled.

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Margot grimaces at his laugh. It makes her skins crawl, the way it almost sounds like a pig squealing. She opens her mouth to speak again but her retorts are gone, she's speechless. She didn't expect him to be serious. If you can call it that.

What purpose does he have for a friend? Do they plan on tormenting her together? Or do they just exchange stories. "Really?" She finally breathes.

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“And just what are you capable of, my dear sister? Enlighten me.”

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Starter Call

I will be moving Margot to my multimuse once it's up and running but I have a lot of muse for her right now so if anyone wants an iconless starter, give this a like.

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as her scalp begins to burn. "I'm glad you knew... who she was... no need for strangers.. creeping around the property.. when you're gone." She struggled to find her words, to lie convincingly as he held her like that.

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“And who would that be?” Mason was sitting in an ugly green armchair, drinking a martini. He was watching a deer stumble through the backyard. He didn’t bother turning around as he spoke to his sister.

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“They didn’t give me their name, just a number. I thought maybe you were expecting them.” She walks over to the fireplace, taking a poker and pushing the logs around.

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Margot looks at him with quizzical eyes and an almost worried sort of smile. "Your hired thugs arent friends, Mason." She wonders if he's found someone new he can pay to do his bidding and if he really thinks in his deluded way that they're friends.

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“And just what are you capable of, my dear sister? Enlighten me.”

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Her eyebrows furrow at his challenge. How does he want her to respond? She half smiles but it quickly fades. "I'm capable of making friends."

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“And just what are you capable of, my dear sister? Enlighten me.”

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“Tomorrow,” Mason said without hesitation. “Late tomorrow... Not that it’s any of your business.” He walked up behind his sister and grabbed ahold of her braid. He wrapped it around his hand, which was then closed into a tight fist. With a scowl on his face, he leaned in to speak, brushing his lips against her ear. “What are you smiling at?”

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Teeth grit and nails dig into palms as her head jerks backwards. She sucks in a sharp breath from the pain, the slight smirk disappearing instantly. Her lip quivers but she doesn't answer him or say anything. Knowing anything she does say will only anger him further. She hardly even makes a noise, hoping he'll just let go and move on.

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“And who would that be?” Mason was sitting in an ugly green armchair, drinking a martini. He was watching a deer stumble through the backyard. He didn’t bother turning around as he spoke to his sister.

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“They didn’t give me their name, just a number. I thought maybe you were expecting them.” She walks over to the fireplace, taking a poker and pushing the logs around.

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“Familiar, huh?” He took the paper from Margot and glanced at the number. “I told her not to call me here,” he said, looking down at the flames that danced around in the fireplace. He balled up the piece of paper and threw it into the fire. He watched it incinerate. “I’m going out tonight.”

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A smile crept up on one side of Margot's mouth. She bit back the urge to make any comments that might aggravate him. But just him acknowledging that he knew the woman was enough to send Margot's thoughts into a spiral of who she might be. An escort? Probably. Mason didn't exactly have friends let alone real romantic partners. "When should I expect you home?"

@trashverger

“And who would that be?” Mason was sitting in an ugly green armchair, drinking a martini. He was watching a deer stumble through the backyard. He didn’t bother turning around as he spoke to his sister.

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“They didn’t give me their name, just a number. I thought maybe you were expecting them.” She walks over to the fireplace, taking a poker and pushing the logs around.

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Margot sighed, raising her eyebrows. "She seemed familiar with you, I just assumed you knew each other personally." She pulled a slip of paper from her coat pocket, holding it out toward her brother, without looking at him. "Here."

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“And who would that be?” Mason was sitting in an ugly green armchair, drinking a martini. He was watching a deer stumble through the backyard. He didn’t bother turning around as he spoke to his sister.

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“They didn’t give me their name, just a number. I thought maybe you were expecting them.” She walks over to the fireplace, taking a poker and pushing the logs around.

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@trashverger

“And who would that be?” Mason was sitting in an ugly green armchair, drinking a martini. He was watching a deer stumble through the backyard. He didn’t bother turning around as he spoke to his sister.

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"They didn't give me their name, just a number. I thought maybe you were expecting them." She walks over to the fireplace, taking a poker and pushing the logs around.

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{ margotontheverge: }

Margot’s whimper rang out like a pretty melody to Marceline’s ears. Her twin closed her eyes as though that would help anything. Fuck, she was beautiful. Somehow prettier than Marceline despite the fact they were identical. She couldn’t quite figure it out. Maybe it was the softness, the sweetness. Delicious sister. She wanted to drink her down, swallow her whole. 

She dragged the knife horizontally now, crossing the first line with another line. Sweet, holy Margot. Good Margot, marked with a cross to signify the Lord’s approval as well as Marceline’s. She lapped at Margot’s belly, putting down the knife. “I’m going to fuck you now, sweet sister. Don’t worry - I’ll be gentle. I know just how you like it.”  She grinned. 

The girl forced her legs shut. Ankles crossed over each other, tightly locked together with every bit of strength she had in her, which for now was still quite the raging little fire. They would eventually be pried open whether she liked it or not, but this one never went down without a fight. The restraints made it difficult, however lucky for her the rope was relatively loose - it was almost like a test from her sister but little Margot was smart enough not to try and run off.

“I don’t like it at all, not with you.” In all honesty the brunette didn’t have much say in what felt good, that part was out of her control, it was all based on how good she was at keeping her moans concealed and who was the one inflicting he pleasure. “Why not find someone who appreciates your hard work, Marci? All I’ve ever done is take it for granted.”