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Archiving This Blog
I am moving to more2this. I am still getting things set-up and will be doing a massive follow once I am in a good spot to do so. Thanks for sticking around and the rps. I love you all.
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alittlemercyrps replied to your post: // Does anyone know how to do the archive thing? I...
just add archive after name
// And overthinking it strikes again...
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// Does anyone know how to do the archive thing? I am quite confused on how to do it and I rather not accidentally mess it up.
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Julia was quiet for a minute as her eyes were cast down as she thought over his words. Human interaction was rare for her as of lately. It was work, home, hunt, and sleep. In that order if possible. She shrugged and nodded before she remembered to speak, “Yeah, that’ll be good.” She pulled out a few bills and slid them across the counter toward him.
Sam grabbed a form from behind him and a pen. “If you will fill this out while I get your change and receipt, then you can get these home to read,” he spoke as he bagged the comics then grabbed the money. Having done this countless times, he grabbed her change from the drawer and tore off the receipt from the printer. Holding out both to her, he smiled warmly. “Thank you for coming.”
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alittlemercyrps:
“Chocolate gives the same effects as being in love, anyone who doesn’t like that is questionable at best,” Luisa said although it was more playful than serious. She leaned over, “Yellowcake is fine with the right frosting but chocolate? That’s good with or without. Besides, it’s the only time moist should be used in a sentence is followed by cake, especially chocolate cake.”
Sam looked at her and smiled, “Let me play devil’s advocate here for a moment. While being in love is an amazing feeling, not everyone has had a great experience with it for one reason or another. So it is possible that feeling is not a positive one so why would they want to feel like that when they eat chocolate?” His smile grew wider, “Thank you. I can’t tell you how agitating it is when people say it without describing baked goods.”
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hellboundhexthens:
“Oh! Well it’s very sweet of you to help him out. Yes, they are indeed bellflower!” Esmeralda fluffed them up a bit, making sure they looked presentable. Her cheeks flushed pink, compliments on the shop always made her smile. “I own it. It’s small, but it’s my pride and joy.” She beamed, the clear passion for what she did shining through.
“Great. Thanks. I wouldn’t mind so much, but my boss seems to focus on the assistant part of my job title sometimes,” he sighed as he got ready to pay for the flowers with the company’s card. “I’m hoping to save up the funds to open up my own shop someday. Comics, instead of flowers so you won’t have to worry about a rival,” he chuckled softly with a grin.
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She shuddered in response as she bit her lower lip as a quiet whimper came from Erin from the back of her throat. Her palms pressed firmly against the balcony door as she was trying to hold back a moan. “Fuck,” she cursed out loud and arched her back as she moved back into his tongue. Her ass wiggled in response, “You’re going to make me cum,” she whined out softly.
Sam smirked and licked his lips as he takes a moment to regain his breath. “That was the plan. Then, I was going to do it again but with my cock,” he replied with a dominant tone before returning his lips and tongue to her wet pussy. To help her along, he moved his hand and began to rub her clit with two fingers.
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Sam’s eye rolled back for a moment as he let out a low moan in appreciation of her skills. His cock throbbed then twitched hard in her mouth. She was... godly. That seemed to be the only term that would fit in his mind.
“You are going to make me cum. Hard if you keep this up,” he said once he regained his senses.
“I don’t know a single person here…”
“Well, it’s a club, duck. Perhaps you should introduce yourself to someone.”

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Erin was pushed back as he seemed to almost tackle her, she smiled against his lips as she kissed him back. The blonde wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs hooked around his waist to feel his weight on top of hers. “I thought you were all about anticipation, Freckles,“ she taunted against his lips and sucked on his lower lip.
Sam let a low growl emanate from his throat as he heard her taunt. He pulled back just a bit and looked at her face. “Well, some pretty woman with a smart head on her shoulders figured out how to manipulate me,” he uttered in a low husky whisper as he began to grind his hips against hers so she could feel his length.
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IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST
OR ‘PEAKED’
BUT PIQUED
‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’
THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA
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I’M
sorry
For
NOT.
Answering Roleplays as much as i should
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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.
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alittlemercyrps:
“People who say they tolerate chocolate cake concern me greatly,” she said as she waited for the client to finish their selection as she stood from behind the counter and then playfully made a face at him.
@more2this
“And why is that?” Sam smiled as he heard her. His eyes dancing over the vast selection. “I mean I personally love chocolate cake. I prefer it over yellow, but I would like to hear why the ones who tolerate it concern you over the ones that straight out don’t like it.”
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shapeshiftiing:
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“It’s—- fine, I guess.” Moby is lying through her teeth. A smashed pumpkin sat at her feet after the gentleman had bumped into her harshly enough to send the top pumpkin out of the three lined up in her arms tumbling onto the floor. (And how is she carrying them all in her arms? They must be so heavy—) Ordinarily she would have bared her teeth, showed him how sharp they were, but her room mate’s influence had started teaching her manners and… patience.
Sam frowned and shook his head, “No, it is not,” he replied as he placed his pumpkin on her other two. “Take it. I will get another one. I am so sorry.” He was too preoccupied with apologizing to really take note of the minor feat of strength this woman was displaying. Mentally, he was beating himself up about it. How could he be so careless and dumb? Normally, he was much more observant and able to avoid running into people.
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“Well, you were throwing yourself at me. It’s not like I could do much without breaking your jaw or something. You should be grateful.”
“Do you honestly hear yourself? You couldn’t do much? Knock my ass out. Push me away. Something... And why should I be grateful? I am pretty sure I have made my feelings on this clear.”
“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”
@more2this sent a meme || Currently Accepting
“What the fuck are you talking about? You fucking dipshit, I did nothing. It’s all on you!”
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hellboundhexthens:
“Grabbing those for someone special?” Esme helped put the flowers in a decorative vase before ringing it up. She was used to seeing men come in picking up apology bouquets as she liked to call them. The stories were always interesting.
“I wish... My boss forgot his anniversary so he wanted me to grab flowers for his boyfriend. Are these bellflower? Apparently, his boyfriend is big on plant symbolism,” he explained slightly exasperated. Looking at her, he smiled softly. “Nice place. Do you own it or just a hired hand?”
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Julia jolted slightly when the man shouted and brought one hand to press against her hair and made a face. Her hearing had always been sensitive, but it was all due to the fact she was a werewolf. She took the few comics she had in hand to placed them on the counter.
“Sorry about that,” Sam apologized as best as he could. He took a look at the pricing for the comics. As he rung up the total, he asked, “Would you possibly be interested in a pull box? You make a list of comics that you are interested in and we will pull copies for you every time they come out with a new issue. It is free of charge if that makes any difference”
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