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𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts for muses who just love to flirt. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary) 

"Let me distract you."

"Let's misbehave."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

"I'm putting you on my to-do list."

"I'd look good on you."

"Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."

"Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?"

"I seem to have lost my number, can I have yours?"

"You're even more beautiful than yesterday."

"Shouldn't you be in my bed?"

"Trouble never looked so goddamn fine."

"You're a bad idea, but I like bad ideas."

"Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension."

"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."

"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?"

"Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."

"Smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips."

"Your lips would look so much better on mine."

"You know we should save some water, shower together."

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel."

"I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."

"The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked."

"I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours."

"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that."

"Your shirt has to go, but you can stay."

"You owe me a drink because when I saw you I dropped mine."

"You must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all day."

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out."

"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you."

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There is no god in the forest. There's nothing in there but animals and trees. Sometimes there is a deer, which is sometimes a wolf, and sometimes a fox. But there's no god. The town of Foxton is everything a town should be: devout, proper, and orderly. Everyone goes to morning service to hear Speaker Burton deliver the word of the Light Above, and then the ladies go to brunch to discuss town news. Lucy Keating tries to fit in, but living under Mother's disdainful gaze after Grandpa Sandy's death, she doesn't feel like she's living. After two men are killed by wolves on the night of the Flower Ball, fear and faith rattle the community. There is something in the forest hunting the people of Foxton, but it can't be a god. It must be a monster--or are the people turning into monsters? What is Lucy turning into?

Hello! If you're familiar with my fanfiction, you might want to read my personal fiction! I have a Ream account and you can read the first chapter of my first book, Godhunt: a paranatural thriller with historical and romance elements. It's open to reading for the public, and if you become a member you can throw money at me!

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Despite the adrenaline in the moment, Vailintin's rabbit-heart beating out of their chest, Roland's kiss is soft. They cup his cheeks and close their eyes; stealing a fraction of time in their harried getaway to pour out their heart to Roland.

The stars above them light their path as they make good their escape. Vailintin is deeply curious of the goodies in Roland's bag. What books and trinkets has he absconded with to ignite the ire of the guards."

"I am having fun now," Vaillintin says as they untie their skirt and let it hide their bare feet. Their shoes are back up with the guards somewhere; Vailintin will be barefoot for the rest of the night and the stones are cool against the soles of their feet. "What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time, dear?"

Urged by this pleasant splendour dost Roland follow Vailintin's kiss with one of his own, sweet and pert, warmth in soft mouths. "Follow me," breathes he, fresh from the curling Greene vine.

He meanders to the bulk of the outdoor Party, clasping at his white Love's free hand, and with Roland's satchel swollen and heavy with stolen pleasures, precious artifacts of innumerable facets of History, dost he weave themselves into the tender crown of fresh lace and brisk perfume. The grin never leaves the handsome brevity of Roland's face.

"Art thou having fun tonight, my love?" inquires Roland, the wind from the fantastic fleet of running having his loose braid to come partway undone. He winks.

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There is no god in the forest. There's nothing in there but animals and trees. Sometimes there is a deer, which is sometimes a wolf, and sometimes a fox. But there's no god. The town of Foxton is everything a town should be: devout, proper, and orderly. Everyone goes to morning service to hear Speaker Burton deliver the word of the Light Above, and then the ladies go to brunch to discuss town news. Lucy Keating tries to fit in, but living under Mother's disdainful gaze after Grandpa Sandy's death, she doesn't feel like she's living. After two men are killed by wolves on the night of the Flower Ball, fear and faith rattle the community. There is something in the forest hunting the people of Foxton, but it can't be a god. It must be a monster--or are the people turning into monsters? What is Lucy turning into?

Hello! If you're familiar with my fanfiction, you might want to read my personal fiction! I have a Ream account and you can read the first chapter of my first book, Godhunt: a paranatural thriller with historical and romance elements. You have to be a follower to read it, but following is free, and if you want to become a member you can throw money at me!

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Broughton Castle, England by Lindsey Renton

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garden eden | by thesophiepton

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It's sinday! 💦 | Send my muse the dirtiest questions you can!

{ multimuse blogs please specify muse! }

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Brittany, France

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Make a assumption about my muse and see how they react! Anything goes!

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                       she's the only one around & she's turning off the lights                           and she's inside every crack; she's the only thing in sight

                       she's the only one I see & she's flying through the air                         she's the dust upon the sill; she's everywhere

whiitemateria is an independent rp blog for aerith gainsborough of the ff7 universe. expect heavy remake influence and inspiration. crossover friendly, multi-ship, & largely plot-driven. always friendly & always welcoming of memes, asks, and dms ♥

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