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okay so I’ve put a lot of thought into this and I’m feeling rather messy on this account and it’s filled up with a lot of memories and makes me kinda sad to be online, I feel like I’ve let Emma slip on this account and everything is very jumbled and messy - I have things plotted out for this account and so hopefully on this new account I’ll be able to do that without getting lost amongst ooc drama and things !! you can now find Emma at the link above, I’m sorry to those of you that have followed me since the beginning and keep having to follow me from wherever I move - this should be the last time I remake. Please follow me here? I’d like for this to be an opportunity to rp with those who I haven’t rp’d with before. 

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[ text ] right okay  [ text ] its cool  [ text ] um shall i leave you something to eat in the oven when you get home or something?

[ text ] no, I’m at a friends. [ text ] late night booty call. i couldn’t say no. [ text ] i’ll be home soon though.

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[ text ] are you in your room right now?

[ text ] so is this still happening or? [ text ] what is it with girls thinking so much ….ugh

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[ text ] i asked if you would [ text ] you asked if i wanted you to  [ text ] nevermind its stupid to even talk about it  [ text ] i feel funny

[ text ] what? that made no sense at all emma. [ text ] you asked me if i would, not the other way around. [ text ] stop apologising, wow.

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never forget

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[ text ] why'd you ask if i wanted you to if it's awkward? [ text ] sorry all these questions just [ text ] i'm sorry levi 

[ text ] well yeah it’s a bit awk. but it’s just a kiss emma. no biggie.

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                    ❝ Oh, we’re on bro terms now are we?                            I dunno’ if i feel that way about you, man…                 I don’t believe in possession, ja feel? ❞

Indie OC blog

Around 3 Years Experience

Triggering & NSFW Content but i tag~

Friendly & Kind Mun

Multi-ship/verse

Skype Is Available If You Ask For it!

My Ask Is Always Open.

Muse is a little shit but loyal as hell.

Will hide under your porch because he loves you.

Mun & Muse can both be coaxed with baked goods.

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[ text ] was that a weird/bad question to ask? [ text ] I don't wanna make you uncomfortable.

[ text ] oki dokie. well i guess, just knock on my door.

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[ text ] yes.

[ text ] totes. you want me to tonight?

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            Emma squeezes herself around him, whimpering into his shoulder and bucking her hips to match his thrust, body hot and skin shining with a light sheen of sweat. Her heart pounds and her head is spinning, gasps and pants keep the room filled with sounds whilst her nails dig tracks into his flesh. To say she's loud is an understatement, her body jerks and even biting into him hardly muffled her grunts and gasps as he rocks into the most tender part of her, her volume is close to that of an argument, the only real difference is the "harder"'s and "f-uck me"'s. He turns over and the roles are reversed, tight core wrapped around his cock, she's lowered onto him and the pace slows slightly, purring as she sits up straight with shaking fingers to watch him squirm. "--Sh---it---" Instead of blindly bouncing she chooses to make him wait, pushing herself down onto him slowly and taking him down to the hilt, walls tightening around him and hips swivelling before rising to repeat the process but a little faster, pace increasing with each time she lowers onto him. Fingers press into his abdomen, she laughs and layers kisses onto his chest. 

         A muffled gasp sounds at the overwhelming contrast of pain and pleasure, the rough movements of his hips causing his whole body to jerk forward and for her nails to tear down flawless flesh with each thrust, a low growl spilling from his brims as her bite only adds to that. But if he doesn’t move his arm is going to give way, causing him to fall on top of her and possibly crush her, so with a reluctant mewl, he’ll unlatch ivory canines from the pillow and roll over, pulling her with him. Nothing to stifle noises of pleasure, they only become louder now that his back is against the mattress, hands trailing down her sides to her hips for him to lower her onto him, back arching and his eyes squeezed shut. “Fu——E—Emm—a—-“

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[ text ] for reals?

[ text ] touche emma, touche. [ text ] alright fine, yes, i would then.

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[ text ] well you're the only boy that's ever kissed me before so.. [ text ] if i have cooties they're your cooties.

[ text ] then i don't know……..m'not sure em….i mean…what if you have cooties?

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[ text ] i'm afraid all i can offer is more kisses.

[ text ] depends, what do i get for it?

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[ text ] if i asked you to kiss me would you?

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               Perhaps it's simply extreme codependency - Emma had never given much thought to their relationship, to Emma the whole thing could be summed up by a simple, he loves her and she loves him, the angel doesn't know how to love any other way. She's never seen love that wasn't brandished by a whip, or laced with bruises. It's that love or this kind of love and honestly it's fucked up her thoughts on She might have to resign to the fact that no one could love her in the "normal way", if she knew any other kind of relationship existed than this. As far as she knows the only kind of love there is between siblings is this and the kind that leaves you with watery lungs and  whip scars. "--I think you're the only one I believe when they say that." 

         ”I love you too.” And he does — love her, that is. In a way that was difficult to understand. His relationship with Levi is easy enough to comprehend — they’re bro’s. It’s as simple as that on the surface. But his relationship with Emma was dysfunctional and one of a kind. He refers to her as his sister because he classes her as his family, his chosen family, but in reality she was much more than that. You don’t want your sister around all of the time and you don’t tend to cling to her like a life raft when times get hard and you don’t kiss her nose, as he does now, and sleep in the same bed as her. They’re too affectionate and intense for siblings but too platonic to be anything more. It’s complex for one thing. 

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            Good, she'd have no doubt of her safety so long as she's by Jace's side, he's saved her once, he'll do it again. She trusts him, she has faith in him. If he called her any of those things right in front of her the angel would surely blush and deny it, modesty is something that Emma is very well acquainted with, as well as self loathing. Beautiful? No, she's not beautiful. No one could possibly ask to borrow her for a dance with the way she'd be clinging to his side, holding on to her protector for dear life and comfort - she'd never want to leave him.                             "--T-tonight? B-but--  a dress-- I don't have one an-and--                                   how are we going to get there in time?"

            ( he’d make sure that she was comfortable —- that no one treated her any different because of who she was. it wasn’t her fault that her brethren were respected by some, yet disrespected by others. she was emma —- and emma was beautiful and lovable and a winged princess. she’d be in safe hands with jace —- he’d ensure that no harm would come to her because no one was allowed to even touch her. if someone was to so much as ask to ‘borrow her’ for a dance, he’d narrow his tawny eyes and growl because she was his. possessive, right? )                            ❝I prefer my Shadowhunter gear —- but, that’s just my opinion. I do look good in a suit, I must agree. The parties tonight, by the way.❞

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              She's always been to afraid to go alone - scared of the reactions she'd get, angels don't have the greatest reputations thanks to Raziel and the wrath of heaven being unleashed on all who summon her siblings. What if someone tried to take her blood? What if she's rejected? She can't fight anything, how is she supposed to live up to the expectations that people have of angels? Shadowhunters are fierce. And the blood they have in their veins certainly matches Emma's, but they're nothing alike.                                    "--Why is a suit sad? I think you'd look very handsome in one." 

            ( truth be told —- he’s always wanted to show her the great city of glass, because hey; what was not to love? he loved it there —- it was so beautiful and scenic yet so heart wrenching that the pain of going there was as equal to the pain of leaving. but it was a major part of his life, and so she deserved to go there too, right? he chuckled at her excitement as she was practically glowing right in front of him. )

                         ❝We practically share a bed, of course you can stand on my feet. I can take it anyway —- you’re as light as a feather. And sadly —- yes. Though I do look dazzling in a suit.❞