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MINERVA “MINNIE” MAY !

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In her mind, Isabel had every right to be pissed off and with being pregnant too, it only added to her irritation. She would have left him for longer, but Isabel actually found herself missing him and part of her hated that, never being someone who needed another person, but that was just the way it was with Madden. Being happy and in a relationship was never somewhere she saw herself, especially pregnant with it, but Isabel couldn’t imagine being with someone else, nor did she want to imagine it. All she wanted was for him to be a little sensitive to what she was going through, something he didn’t seem to be doing, nor did he care about. Putting the card key into the door, Isabel looked up when she opened it and Madden’s voice broke through her thoughts. Even after being in the situation he was in, he couldn’t find a nice word to say and that upset Isabel more than it would have if she hadn’t been pregnant. “If you’re gonna keep being a dick, I’m not gonna sleep here tonight,” she murmured quietly, shaking her head as she walked into the bathroom, swallowing down the large ball of emotion in her throat. The only part she hated about being pregnant was how emotional she could get at the most random times. She had never been a crier, never been someone who cared all that much about feelings but her hormones had changed everything. Running her fingers through her hair and the other hand on her bump, Isabel stepped back into the extravagant bedroom, gaze falling to meet Madden’s. “Give me one good reason why I should even let you free right now.”

Madden knew that he probably should have been a bit more sympathetic and supportive of Isabel. After all, she was pregnant with his child. The male couldn’t even begin to imagine how difficult and strenuous that must be. However, he just couldn’t seem to help himself. Mads was a mischievous, playful guy who hardly ever took anything seriously. So, it was extremely difficult for him to take on the role of the responsible, reliable father-to-be. Though he knew her hormones were wrecking all sorts of havoc on Isabel’s body, he had trouble resisting the desire to tease her. Though from her quiet tone and the shake of her head, it was fairly obvious that he had pushed the brunette a little too far. Biting down on his bottom lip, Madden sighed softly and rested his head back against the headboard. Why couldn’t he just behave himself for once? Mulling over his thoughts, he waited quietly for her to return to the bedroom before offering any type of response. “Sorry,” he muttered gruffly, his gaze resting on her plump, round stomach. Though he tried to keep himself from getting too worked up, it was obvious from the way his cock was beginning to stiffen that the sight of his pregnant girlfriend had an immense effect on him. “I’m a bit shit at this father-to-be thing, aren’t I?” He asked, his tone a mixture of teasing and sincerity. “I reserved the whole of Jules Verne for us tonight, though. You know, the restaurant on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower? So, if you don’t let me go, then you’ll miss out on all that scrumptious food. And the surprise I have planned,” he answered, a hint of devilish playfulness gleaming in his eyes. He was fairly certain that Isabel hadn’t caught on to the fact that this whole vacation was going to culminate with his marriage proposal that night, but he couldn’t be sure.

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i want a plot where a fan sneaks into a concert by claiming s/he’s one of the band member’s girlfriends (or boyfriends) and the security asks the band member and they’re like yeah we’re dating even though they’re noT AND THEY BECOME LIKE A GROUPIE AND HOOK UP BACKSTAGE OK

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kay i’m home and chomping on some buffalo wings. let me get settled in and i’ll message everyone who wanted a started ! fun times ahead. 

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i’m back ! so i have a toothache from hell, but i can’t go to the dentist. i had my last name changed two weeks ago, and my new insurance card hasn’t gotten here yet. i’m trying to wait it out, but it’s really bad and i started crying after dinner. so i go lay down for a bit, and all of a sudden i smell this god-awful smell coming from the kitchen. i go in, and mom’s mixing up some horrible concoction she found on pintrest that’s apparently some all-natural wholistic home remedy that’s the best thing for toothaches. i saw cayenne peper, ginger, cloves and garlic. i tried some with a shot of wiskey. please pray for me.

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i gotta run and fix dinner and do some laundry, but i’ll be back in a jiffy. 

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@cnedance .

“the fuck you think you’re doing?” magdalene demanded, all five feet of her small, slender frame exuding outrage and indignation. though she was tiny, she was certainly mighty. “you trying to fuck with what’s mine? best not, amigo. that shit won’t fly.” her tone was venomous and snide, making it quite clear that she had no intention of backing down or taking it easy on the victim of her wrath. said person proceeded to size maggie up, taking in her appearance from top to bottom. a few seconds passed before they shook their head and sighed dejectedly, sulking away towards the direction of the bar. “that’s right. walk the fuck away. chingate guey!” the brunette waited a beat, making sure she and the person she’d claimed to be hers were properly alone. well, as alone as you can get in lurking near the sidelines of the dance floor of a crowded club. “i just saved you from what would have undoubtedly been a very dull night. so. what are you going to do to thank me?” she questioned, a hand resting on her hip as she brought her straw up to her lips and took a sip of rum and coke.

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@fixaticn .

The situation was becoming quite dire. For the past hour and a half, Madden had been unable to leave the king-sized bed located within his and Isabel’s lavish and extravagant hotel room. Why? Because his left hand was currently cuffed tightly to the metal headboard. The cuff wasn’t too uncomfortable, as they were the novelty kind of handcuffs with fuzzy, brightly-colored neon-pink faux-fur lining the inside. Still, the angle he found himself in was not especially enjoyable. His hand had even fallen asleep a few times. Besides that, over the past hour and a half, the male had twisted and turned his wrist in every way possible, attempting to wrench his hand out from its restraint. That had left his wrist bright red, and would probably lead to a prominent and noticeable bruise in the next few hours. Being completely and totally naked didn’t help matters much, either. He worried that a housekeeper or someone else would enter the room, with him on full display and in a very compromising position. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that his phone was down to seven percent battery power left. How was he supposed to entertain himself now, waiting for Isabel to simmer down and come back? Luckily, he didn’t have to worry too much about it. The male heard the familiar sound of a card key being slid into the door, and a few seconds later the door swung open. “Finally cool off?” He questioned, his tone slightly cocky as he allowed his phone to fall on the pillow beside him. “About time.”

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it’s been a good minute or two since i’ve written anything, but i’m more than ready to throw myself back into the indie community head first. like this post, and yours truly will concoct a starter just for you ! i’ll come to you via message to see which character or characters you’d like me to use, so if you could please have a specific character, gender, or top/bottom/switch designation in mind that would be stupendous. 

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i’ve been away. yeah. i don’t even have an excuse. not a good one, anyways. just... stuff. mostly depression and anxiety making my life grey. it’s like... i’m so lonely, but i don’t want to be around people. what in the shit is wrong with me? blargh. i just don’t know.

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ISABEL: did you seriously just call our kid an alien growth? ISABEL: don’t seem to mind my ‘alien growth’ when you’re fucking me, actually seem to like fucking me more with it ISABEL: are you calling me fat? ISABEL: yes?

MADDEN: fuck yeah i like it MADDEN: you’ve always been and will always be the most beautiful person i’ve ever laid eyes on MADEDN: but now it’s like you're practically glowing or s/t MADDEN: no i’m not calling you fat MADDEN: jesus MADDEN: please come back ?

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matching length does not bother me one bit. but matched enthusiasm and commitment is desired. if you have no muse for the thread then please drop it rather then give me a reply with no love or feeling or thought.

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ISABEL: you forget i’m carrying your kid? ISABEL: keep goin’ and you’ll find yourself there all night ISABEL: you’re a dick

MADDEN: how could i forget that?  MADDEN: i mean you’ve basically got an alien growth expanding rapidly under your shirt MADDEN: not all that easy to miss MADDEN: baby...

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reblog if you’ve been in the rpc since 2012 or earlier

how many of us old fucking farts are on here? remember when we used fucking giant ass gifs for icons and there was no small texted/formatted threads?

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ISABEL: maybe you’ll know for future ISABEL: never piss off a pregnant woman ISABEL: i’ll be back later

MADDEN: isabel MADDEN: can you for once not be a crazy fuckin psychopath? MADDEN: just this once?

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i just finished my main !!! holy shit, it took almost a year for me to do so but everything is finally all on one blog. all my characters, their bios, their tags... everything is so nice and pretty and neat. bless. i am so happy. now i can rp without worrying about my icky blog and getting ocd about it. i gotta go make my bed and start the laundry, then i’ll be back to write up some posts and answer my messages. in the meantime come look at my page and how sexy it is. 

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i’m done ! sorry, sorry, sorry ! eeeep.