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lucidstalker:

                     Ignite the lightning, mix the mixers     Fill the flasks with the essential elements of life      A dash of jealousy insecurity infatuation my love                  Now give me the knife

               Love made a monster out of me

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solarphotos

He didn’t like the sound of ‘you’re a good boy, aren’t you’ but it was not like he could protest with it any confidence, as he had been very obedient since the beginning. He let her drag him, clad in a strange Halloween costume, once again, showing that he was not putting up a fight. He felt tired at he gazed at her back.

    “I know that, but if we’re going to be in ‘business’ together, I feel like I should know more about you and what you want.” 

If she wanted to keep him in the dark, that was fine, but he wasn’t just going to stay there. That was his one way to protest. He did not think that this was going to be easy information to obtain, she made that clear, but that was not going to stop him from asking. If he was annoying enough, would she crack?

( It’s better than doing nothing. ) 

            Navigating through the waves of staggering mummies and vampires, tugging further on up a set of stairs a main she further ignored. Why did he insist on trying to make a conversation out of this? Oh yes, V, Didn’t you know I blackmail multiple people at this party! Let me just tell you all their names! That won’t drag my name, credibility or career into the ground!

            Huffing, a door was tossed open. An empty bedroom, hurriedly shoving him made the contact finally release. Slamming it shut the lock twisted. Now.. To make sure this room wasn’t bugged. Sure, she was promised it wasn’t but you could never be too sure. So computers unplugged, closets thrown open, lampshades felt up; if it had a surface or space Nari was sure to check it all. In the company of someone still so new in her life yammering about.. Well. Lets make sure he stays silent before something can be used against her.

            “Min. You can call me Min, Doctor. I go to the college this sorority house belongs to. Is that enough to shut your trap for a sec? Kay, thanks!”

Ａ ｔｒｅａｔ ｆｏｒ ａ ｔｒｉｃｋ

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ruinedstockings:

My new theme song.

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🎨 (pfft imagine this for one moment)

Send “🎨” to start a paint fight with my muse! || accepting

@solarphotos

         The first time? Had to be a mistake. The second time? Maybe.. his eye sight really was that bad.. The third? Alright maybe he needs a guard shield when painting.. But the last time. Plain and simple the splatter was on purpose. This time not only spreading blue along the border of her own work but up her sleeve with a few globs getting in her hair.

Sure. Maybe an arts and crafts meetup wasn’t the most appropriate place but it was better than the bars and parties she offered before! He liked this art crap right? Plus it seemed fun, but now almost two hours in he was tossing paint her way?

Fine. She could be five years old too! Gently placing aside the pastels she chose as a medium, Nari gladly swiped up a few tubes from his pile. Squeezing out a mounds of reds and pinks on the paper already ruined.

 “ You better prepare yourself. ”

With that, the battle had begun. She even went as far as to smear two lines on her cheeks like warpaint. And then of course using her fingers as weapons flicked paint like no tomorrow.

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Send “🎨” to start a paint fight with my muse!

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rpmemesandprompts-blog:

Send "❄" For my muse's reaction to being in the snow with your muse.

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erucres:

I throw away my empty cigarette packet Today, once again, I have no place to be My little room indulges my loneliness

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Send me ✥ for a song that reminds me of our muses.

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Hey–

                                          –you want to survive, don’t you?

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roleplayers-ink:

Send me ➷  to be hired to guard mine.

Send me ➹ and my muse will be hired to guard yours.

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c0deseven

As Seven was pulled closer, he could smell the alcohol lingering on her clothes.  “ Haha, I’d love to but I don’t plan to drink ! ” And I would love to get out of this wig . .  . This predicament he was in was ENTIRELY new. And, it did make him feel flattered. She doesn’t know that I’m a girl. A mischievous thought came over him. He’d be happy to let this little joke of his continue on. I can’t wait for her to find out that I’m not what she believes I am ~

“ Oh gosh, nono. I’d hate to leave my precious car here ! But, if you want to have fun, I can show you ! ” This fun he had in mind was to drive her around in his sports car. Plus, he figured she had a little too much to drink. It’d be dangerous for her to stay around here. He wanted to keep her ‘ good vibe ’ going. Not letting it be destroyed by some creep in the bar. Given that Seven believed that since she was intoxicated, she was vulnerable. 

“ Hehe, you think I’m cute ? I think you are too ~! ” He teased playfully. He tapped the arm that slunk over him. “ Hey, hey ! You might need  this arm to eat you know ! I see our food coming out right now. It’ll be my treat. ” This girl seems like a lot of fun though ! Hm. I still don’t know her name though. “ By the way, I never got your name ! Oh ! I never told you mine either. I’m Mary. ”

          “Mary? What a cute name!~ Its so chic! You call me Min!” Further embellished with another nudge into this embrace, affection wasn’t skimped unlike her humility.

          “Really!? A moonlit drive from a princess sounds so romantic! A woman after my own heart~ ”

           Wait.. It was clicking. Mary? A name like that stood out- No! Not tonight! No working tonight! This week was for you to relax remember? No more stress! Once this week is up do that info digging.. For now. Enjoy the moment.

          “Ah~ but don’t you know how intimate it is to feed someone? How am I to trust such a stranger who wont be tender and kind enough to make sure I’m fed?”

           A line of bait. Rather devious to use such a pickup line but, when did a devil not act dubious? So far all these advances were working- Hell better than they would on the average curious woman. Stigma drove a strict line in the dirt after all.. It was refreshing to see someone else so unabashedly comfortable.

Ｎｉｇｈｔｌｉｆｅ

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offreset :

okay but imagine a “you’re a prostitute that i hired because i’ve been feeling lonely as fuck and my life is kind of spiraling but as soon as you started seducing me it felt kind of wrong so i tried to talk to you instead and you thought i was cute and humored me since i was charged by the hour anyway and now it’s a few nights later and i’ve found you in some bar so i pay you to hang out with me again” au??????????

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cillianhelps:

“Sweet girl.”

“Did you suck his cock?”

“The only person standing in your way is you.”

“I just want to be perfect.”

“I felt it.”

“What did you do?”

“You put something in my drink.”

“You just took off in the morning.”

“You fantasized about me!”

“Did you have some sort of wet dream about me?”

“You slept over.”

“You could be brilliant… but you’re a coward.”

“Stop being so fucking weak!”

“Perfection is not about control.”

“I never see you lose yourself. Ever!”

“I’m so sorry to hear you’re leaving.”

“What did you do to change his mind?”

“You fucking whore!”

“What happened to my sweet girl?”

“He picked me!”

“We all know the story.”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“My show is tonight.”

“You’re staying in here until you feel better.”

“Your role is destroying you.”

“We dance in the same company.”

“That was me seducing you.”

“It needs to be the other way around.”

“I don’t want there to be any boundaries between us.”

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“So, you’ve got a boyfriend?”

“Honestly, would you fuck that girl?”

“You’re in a good mood.”

“It’s my turn!”

“No, please! You’re not well!”

“Let go of me!”

“You can’t handle this!”

“You were amazing.”

“Holy shit, you blew me away!”

“I know that things got all messed up between us.”

“She walked into the street and got hit by a car. And you know what? I’m almost sure she did it on purpose.”

“I got a little homework assignment for you.”

“Go home and touch yourself.”

“Live a little.”

“This is your moment.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever officially met.”

“I would be losing my mind.”

“Are you freaking out?”

“You must be so excited.”

“Get out my room!”

“Must’ve been pretty humiliating.”

“Rough start, huh?”

“I’m not sure you’re up to it.”

“My little princess.”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“What else have you been doing?”

“Oh, you wanna know their names?”

“I fucked them both.”

“You’ve been drinking.”

“Has he tried anything with you?”

“He has a reputation.”

“I just don’t want you to make the same mistake I did.”

“I hope he’s not taking advantage.”

“I have a right to be concerned.”

“It’s just in case.”

“No, please believe me!”

“She’s trying to replace me!”

“Nobody’s after you.”

“I’m not perfect. I’m nothing.”

“You make the most of it!”

“Have you announced it?”

“I really don’t want to talk about that.”

“I can’t believe he calls her that. It’s so gross.”

“I think it’s sweet.”

“Go ahead, jump!”

“You’ll be fine.”

“Sex. Do you enjoy it?”

“Everything will be better in the morning. It always is.”

“We sucked.”

“Wish I could’ve been there.”

“Sounds like quite an evening.”

“Give me a second.”

“I came to apologize.”

“I have my ways.”

“How do you know where I live?”

“What about drinks?”

“Sweetie, you need to rest.”

“How about I take you out to dinner?”

“Look, I just feel really shitty about what I did and I just really want to make it up to you.”

“It’s called privacy.”

“I’m not twelve anymore!”

“What are you going to do? Run home to mommy?”

“It’s a fucking disaster.”

“What’s she doing here?”

“Perfect. I was perfect.”

"black swan" starter prompts

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             @choelusiel cont. { ☆ }

              Rose scented words covered up a pungent truth. Sprouting with nonsense like it was part of a script. Was he always such an optimist, or was this just in the face of the grim?

             “A guardian Angel?”

              The idea danced in theory. It would be nice, to have someone backing her. To let herself rest with both eyes closed.. No. A plan like that would lead to infidelity. A career wrapped in personal disclosure wasn’t meant with partnership in mind. Trust couldn’t be spared even towards a fleecy heart. Cold sweats came with the paycheck. Indulging the thought was careless. A few taps against the wrists of her captor made for a quick escape away from him. Time to nip this little fantasy in the bud.

             “That’s so nice! But don’t worry..! Stress might just be getting the better of me! Just listening to me complain is good enough.~”

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sevenohs:

When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:

Take.  Your.  Time.

If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that.

If you have muse for another character?  Guess what; you can reply to that too.

If you’re getting feels for another ship?  You can reply to that, lmfao.

If you’re overwhelmed with other threads?  It’s okay; seriously.  I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you.  You get to ours when you can.

If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above.  I don’t hate you.  I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true.

Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.

Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love.  Dearly.  And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).

RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies.  Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.

Take your time means take your time — it’s YOUR character, your blog.  You reply to who you want when you want or when you’re ready/have the muse, okay?  <3

Let's talk about 'take your time'

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Send “ஐ” and I will generate a number for a fantasy related AU|| Accepting

@rfa---emily​

The Little Mermaid: Mun’s choice of who is the merperson and who is the sailor.

Bored, with a lack of attention lead an innocent act to see the surface into a life with humans. Once a forbidden act to mingle with, but broken upon the opportunities presented. Emily had not been royal, she had not been gifted with a witch of an Aunt, no. Just a mermaid with more courage to experience life than the rest.

Frustrated and reckless, a daughter of a whore was no use to this world as a rat. Thankfully, ships always had rats didn’t they? Sneaking on time after time her life was lived with the transporting ships. Living her life in secrecy until taking the identity of a boy, and becoming a proper crew member. She’s lived her life on the sea, why not make a career out of it?

Having been ship bound for weeks, the storm that tossed her ship into pieces marked what should have been a seal fated. Yet.. Some how she managed to be clinging to drift wood? Her memory a blur, but her life intact made one thing clear. Her life built up.. The life she worked for, the one she no longer had to steal food to survive in.. It was over. Her dream was crushed with the waves. Nari needed to face the music, and accept--

Blonde hair?  A foreign shade but for a second she saw it. Calling out to no reply only made this stranded girl concerned for her life. Sharks didn’t have hair did they? Until it appeared. Another woman. Was she part of the crew? No.. Her head was a mess but she’d remember that face. Then it spoke. And so the rescued replied. Discussing well being, and finally why on earth this person had a tail.

Legends of mermaids were always.. well. legends. She believed so until meeting this “Emily”. What a strange name.. Yet. Even in this bazaar encounter, it went so smooth. Eventually getting helped back as close to shore as she could, a bitter thought crossed minds. Farewell to a world they both were just now learning about. Emily of the humans, and Nari of the merfolk. It was a fairy tale come to life, who wouldn’t want that?

Which is when it turned ugly. Fish couldn’t walk on land. This mysterious fishwoman was kind. Saved her life even. But.. Without a place to call her own.. She’d be homeless, pennyless.. but. If she showed the world this mermaid. She’d be rich. It was painful at first. To whack the gentle creature upside the head with the very same driftwood she rescued her on. But, she did damn her to this fate of living anyway. Why doesn’t she pay for the costs of that choice as well?

YIKES. PROBS EMILY IN A TANK ON DISPLAY SOMEWHERE. POOR MERMAID.