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An amused huff left him, and he rolled his eyes. No, definitely not shy. To others, such a grandiose statement made without so much as a hint of irony might have been off-putting. Bahorel, for his part, was thoroughly entertained.

"Oh, I'm outrageously lucky," he confirmed, returning Kevin's smile with a broad grin of his own. "I mean..." Bahorel gestured meaningfully toward himself. Was his good fortune not obvious? Had Kevin not been paying attention? "And I'm willing to share."

Under the table, Bahorel's thigh brushed against Kevin's, underlining his point.

"First time. Trust me, you would have noticed me if I'd been here before. I'm hard to miss," Bahorel replied with a healthy dose of confidence, clearly unbothered by Kevin moving closer. "You know, calling me over like a dog? Not exactly gentlemanly. I think you should make it up to me."

A boy who came when called, and he was immediately asking him about himself? If Kevin didn't know himself any better he'd consider himself completely smitten.

But of course, Kevin knew himself entirely too well, and for the time being considered his new booth companion more like a meal than as someone he had any real interest in getting to know. He had a pretty face, and he'd decided to take the bait. What else was there to know?

"Do I really have to pick just one or the other?" Kevin asked, his gaze resting on the other's face. It was even prettier up close, and he felt that much prouder of himself for getting the fairest of the flock to willingly sit beside the local wolf. "I've never been the meek sort, and I only just met you so I can't really say how lucky you are. You could be the luckiest person in the pub, maybe luckiest person on the whole street. You got my attention, and I know I'm biased, but I'd say that's pretty damn lucky."

His smile was wide and his words plentiful, but none of that was particularly stand out when it came to Kevin's usual demeanor. But given how bold the man beside him had been already, he was certain he could turn up his personality a few clicks more without incident...but in favor of playing it safe he decided to keep it to a less manic level than he knew he was capable of achieving.

Besides, there was still plenty of evening left for them to get better acquainted.

Kevin leaned a little closer, closing what little gap there was between them. "You ever come 'round here before? I don't recall seeing you until tonight."

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"Moor me, mon amour", Tathev Simonyan

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Wilhelm pantomime costume design (1890-1910) PNGs, part 1

(source: vam)

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Have you ever gotten so invested in a thread?

oh yes 🙂‍↕️

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how do you get yourself out of a writing funk?

torture myself by staring at drafts multiple times a day every day

go through various stages of grief

capitulate and simply do something else until conditions improve (clean up, read, watch something new, get out of the house, die, be reborn, etc.)

reading is a big one, honestly. i find physical books work best, but reading through other people's threads or old threads of mine is often easier and can also be very motivating/inspiring.

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Have you ever promised drafts but ended up secretly lurking on your dashboard instead?

i have NOT. but only because i never promise drafts 😅 certainly do my fair share of lurking, though...

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28-the end for interview the mun!

28. metal, folk, pop or ambient?

hmm... i guess out of these it would have to be folk. ambient can either be chill or REALLY annoying. been getting more into pop lately. metal was never my cup of tea.

29. list your top two movies

my brain does not work like that. so, i will simply list two movies i like: what we do in the shadows and the court jester.

30. most used emoji?

idk, man. i like to sprinkle in ✨ for gay emphasis.

31. favorite comic book character?

was about to say i don't have one of those, but you know what? i have a soft spot for ludo from petra erika nordlund's fantastic web comic tiger, tiger, that i can only recommend to everyone. also, luck/sausage. behold... i even have a plushie (whom i named unglück).

also, every other character if we're being honest...

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THE WHEEL OF TIME Episode 5 | Requested by @warriorfaeriequeen

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Guilty As Charged- MUN EDITION

Have you ever stalked another blog? If so, why? (I.E: Quality of their writing? The MUN just seemed like a nice person? etc.)

Have you ever sent a hate anon to any of your mutuals?

Have you ever started drama?

Were you ever roped into drama that you didn’t want to be part of?

Have you ever checked your mutual’s blogs, even if you know they’re offline, and liked their old ic/ooc posts?

Do you have favourite blogs?

Do you have favourite threads?

Do you have favourite ships?

Have you ever promised drafts but ended up secretly lurking on your dashboard instead?

Have you ever sent yourself anons?

Have you ever let your drafts build up?

Have you ever sent anon love/compliments to your mutuals?

Have you ever been jealous over a ship a mutual of yours and another mun have with their muses?

Have you ever stalked the ship of another mun?

Have you ever been intimidated by somebody based solely on their writing alone?

Have you ever been late on replying to ooc messages/dm’s?

Have you ever deleted a sent ask?

Have you ever gotten so invested in a thread?

Have you ever turned interactions with another muse away for reasons?

Have you ever followed a blog solely because you like the FC they’re using?

Have you ever unfollowed a blog? What were the reasons?

Have you ever blocked somebody? What were the reasons?

Have you ever mentioned another muse in a thread despite them not being in the thread?

Have you ever not read the rules on somebody’s blog?

Were you ever supposed to do something productive but instead spent all that time doing replies on Tumblr?

Have you ever faked a story on an ooc post?

Do an influx of ooc posts on a blog annoy you?

Do you have a group of tumblr friends that you consider as close friends?

Have you ever forgotten to write up a promised starter for somebody?

Have you forgotten to reply to a starter or ask meme?

Have you ever deleted unfinished threads?

Do you find yourself practicing favouritism with certain blogs/muns/threads?

Have you ever fallen asleep while replying to threads?

Have you ever cried because of a thread?

Have you ever found yourself unconsciously doing the facial expressions that your muse is doing while you write?

Have you ever thought about deleting your blog? Why?

Have you ever written a thread by just ‘winging it’?

Have you ever broken any of your own rules?

WILD CARD (Ask anything you want!)

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* interview the writer

send a number. a mix of serious and fun.

what color do you associate with your muse?

is there a song that reminds you of your muse?

how do you get yourself out of a writing funk?

do you have any advice for other writers?

would you hug your muse?

how are you and your muse alike?

how are you and your muse different?

do you follow canon, or dump it in the trash?

best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode)

talk about your writing

fluff or angst?

favorite book?

how are you?

ghosts or monsters?

what does your name mean?

ice cream, candy, pie or cookies?

what motivates you?

are you a jedi master? 

describe love

favorite cryptid(s)?

do you believe in extraterrestrial life?

mcdonald’s or burger king?

anything spooky happen this week?

share a funny story 

are you religious?

what are you doing right now?

describe yourself in two words

metal, folk, pop or ambient?

list your top two movies

most used emoji?

favorite comic book character?

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@dxsole continued from x

“Don’t you worry yourself Felix. You’ve got a bingo, fair and square. You just,” Pats the space next to him, “get you and your pretty eyes riiight next to me.”

You don't have to tell him twice. The split second of hesitation — a double take, really — is only due to nerves. And Lawrence can frazzle his just as easily as he can soothe them — with a turn of phrase, a flick of his wrist, a glance.

Compliments hit harder when you're not used to them. Does Lawrence really think Felix is pretty?

Bingo isn't really his style, but he's willing to make an exception for Lawrence. He's willing to make a lot of exceptions for Lawrence. He hardly knows the man, but he gets the feeling he'd do just about anything Lawrence asked of him.

Case in point: Felix and his pretty eyes are all too happy to follow Lawrence's instruction and make themselves comfortable next to him. Niiice and close. See? Obedient.

"So... What now?" he replies with a sheepish grin. "Do I get a prize?"

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“It takes a very brave person to admit they are a little pathetic, hm.” She’s very proud of you Laelia, for divulging information she will mercilessly tease you about.

Deadpan. "My hand slipped." This entire bingo thing feels like some bizarre humiliation tactic. What kind of psycho has people fill in a bingo card to determine if they're their type?

Whatever. Laelia chose to indulge Didi. Time will tell if that was a mistake. Time might tell pretty quickly, judging by the look on Didi's face.

"So, you have a thing for redheads and being manhandled?"

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Laelia offered no resistance, allowing Meg to move her as if she weighed nothing at all. Why ever would she want to resist?

A soft whimper fell from her lips as she braced herself against the wall. Did Meg intend to disrobe her entirely? Right there? God, the thought alone made her knees weak. And Meg was giving her so much more than thoughts.

"Oh! Meg…" A pleasant shiver ran up her spine as cool air hit bare skin, chased by Meg's lips, her tongue, determined to claim every inch of her.

No sooner did her bodice kiss the floor than she felt Meg's hot breath graze her neck once more, followed by a taste of teeth, teasing all manner of tender and increasingly debauched sounds out of Laelia.

Though not particularly helpful in Meg's efforts, Laelia could not help but push her bottom up against Meg's hips, greedy and desperate. She wanted Meg pressed against her, close as she could, engulfing her, devouring her.

A gasp escaped her as Meg's hand delved beneath her drawers. All those artfully light touches had tenderized her, leaving her almost painfully sensitive yet aching for more. And more she received.

Laelia leaned her head back, nothing but encouraging, moans flowing freely into whimpers. Meg was marking her. God, she wanted her mark all over her.

"Ah!" Laelia bit her lip. The throbbing between her legs was becoming difficult to ignore. By some miracle, perhaps brought about by a provocative wiggle of her hips, shamelessly rubbing herself against Meg, she managed to produce words. Though a little breathless, her voice still carried a hint of challenge. "As long as you leave my dress unscathed, you can rip whatever you want."

There was nothing better than hearing a pretty girl moan her name and Meg wasn't finished. She kissed Laelia with the same passion, her tongue dipping between her lips and allowing it to run across Laelia's.

It was hard to remember a time she felt as alive as this. How many times had she found herself in a similar position, merely waiting for it to be over?

Now she found herself delighting in Laelia's moans— desiring to hear more of them.

Without warning, Meg turned Laelia around, her fingers unlacing the strings of her dress. With every inch of exposed skin, Meg placed sloppy kisses, her tongue running across skin in between them. She wanted Laelia begging, moaning her name as she lost herself to Meg's mouth.

Once she managed to loosen Laelia's bodice, Meg's fingers started on the buttons of Laelia's skirt, teeth gently nipping against her neck and ever so often playfully finding her earlobe.

The hole she had managed to tear served her well, but helpfully a few layers less, Meg could easily now unclip Laelia's garter so stockings fell down towards her shoes. Her hand traveled underneath Laelia's drawers, fingers groping at skin as her teeth and mouth did fine work of making Laelia remember this moment for days to come.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll be sure to buy you some more," she murmured, squeezing her ass for emphasis, "let's not ruin the moment being upset about ripped fabric."

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She'd really like to sit with her?? Cosette beams at Lila with barely contained enthusiasm.

<<Cool!>> she both signs and says, like a cool person. In Cosette's mind, they're practically best friends already. But as usual, she's getting ahead of herself.

Right. Names. "Lila." She nods. It suits her, she decides. <<That's pretty. It's really nice to meet you, Lila. I'm Cosette.>>

LILA'S SKIN PRICKLES WITH SWEAT. Once she actually engages in conversation, she's prone to immediately oversharing—she never developed healthy boundaries or social graces. Therefore, she's accustomed to the looks of dread, shock, discomfort, pity, etc., she receives when she does decide to open herself up to a new person.

It feels different with Cosette, though. Lila feels like her tragedy is burdening someone who already has so much to carry. Lila also realizes she's being completely understood—Cosette doesn't come from a traditional family, either. Sure, like, it's the 2020s, and the nuclear family is a myth, but Lila knows that even by the most accepting and openminded of standards, she's an anomaly.

Someone else's frankness about their circumstances is refreshing.

<<Yeah. I'd really like to sit with you.>> Is her head-nodding too eager? Too desperate? Whatever. It smells like sewage and toilet bowl cleaner here—substantially more unpleasant than the diner-at-large's aroma of greasy, fried food.

<<Wait! Before we go. My name is Lila. You should tell me yours. So that we actually know each other.>>

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"Ha!" he laughs, surprised and relieved to be so easily forgiven. "I never thought you were easy." Not Burns. But Bahorel wasn't one to shy away from a challenge.

"No touching, I got it. I'll do my best, I promise. And if I forget, you're welcome to smack me." A peace offering. He doesn't want to put Burns off by waxing sentimental, but for what it's worth he does consider them a friend and wants them to feel comfortable around him. Even if annoying each other is a key aspect of their relationship. Feelings, and shit.

THE WHOLE HARRIS FAMILY HAS A STRANGE RELATIONSHIP WITH TOUCH; THEIR BOUNDARIES ARE CONTRADICTORY AND HYPOCRITICAL. Burns's mercurial nature contributes additional fuel to this fire, so to speak.

Burns doesn't know how to articulate that Bahorel's playful teasing quickly translates to a threat of violence in Burns's head. They don't know how to defend the fact that they've invaded others' personal space puh-lenty.

Who cares about that, though? Bahorel is the one apologizing and explaining himself—not Burns.

"It's all good, champ." Like he hadn't been shouting and pointing aggressively mere seconds ago. "I'm a little more complicated than people think. I've got pet peeves. Feelings, and shit. Y'know?"

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[ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? - rosette, jehan

[ 🧨 ]ㅤ. ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?

mistreating someone in front of them will probably get you there. while cosette is easier to set off than jehan, they are both sensitive to perceived injustice and will defend others even if it means putting themselves in danger.

for cosette, this very much includes bugs, spiders, and the like. she's very protective of them, so you better be nice. she's usually pretty straightforward and will let you know if she's upset with you. she also tends to be very forgiving, though. too much so, in fact.

jehan is generally more reserved, but will throw hands over bad poetry takes.