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drunken confession.

your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.

“ what’s holding you back in life ?”

“ is everything alright? ”

“ when did you choose to give up ?”

“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”

“ how many have you slept with ?”

“ what’s your biggest secret ?”

“ do you believe in love ?”

“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”

“ what scares you more than anything ?”

“ have you ever considered running away ?”

“ do you love me ?”

“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”

“ who hurt you ?”

“ what made you this way ?”

“ is there anyone special in your life ?”

“ why are you always smiling ?”

“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”

“ who are you, really ?”

“ is there anything you regret ?”

“ what’s your biggest regret ?”

“ tell me about your first kiss ?”

“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”

“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”

“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”

“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”

“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”

“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”

“ when was the last time you cried ?”

“ how come you keep running away ?”

“ have you ever made someone cry ?”

“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”

“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”

“ do you believe in true love ?”

“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”

“ do you regret letting me close ?”

“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”

“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”

“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”

“ do you ever get scared ?”

“ what do you really think of life ?”

add your own for further development.

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not writing related but i found out the community college near me offers a degree that i would need to pursue the job ive always wanted to do -- i wouldnt be able to start classes until probably the summer (if im lucky, all i need is a state license and not a stipulation of ‘you have to live in this state for a year’) but i already have the majority of my extra curricular classes taken care of for when i went to college in 2010-2012 and i could maybe start getting my life on a track that, yknow, makes me happy

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ive been away bc of holidays and family things and im so sorry!! im still here i swear!! i know i have replies to do and im gonna get to them (but if youve lost interest in it, i understand) but if anyone wants to start anything new or if i miss your reply, please please pls lemme know cos ive missed you all and wanna keep writing!!

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i love coming home at the end of the day and untying the ribbon around my neck that holds my head on

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I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship and this gun I found

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yall i just made thanksgiving dinner all by myself for my grandpa and me and im so excited theres still plenty yall come eat

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The belonging you seek is not behind you… it is ahead. I am no Jedi, but I know the Force. It moves through and surrounds every living thing. Close your eyes… Feel it… The light… it’s always been there. It will guide you. The saber. Take it.

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if I throw a chat starter out would anyone be interested??

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Cuddle with my Muse!

🥄Big! - Be the big spoon!

🥄Little! - Be the little spoon!

🍬 - Put an arm around them!

🍒 - Give them a cuddle hug!

🍵 - Pull them to your chest!

🌑 - Lean on them!

🛩 - Fall asleep on them on public transportation!

🎊 - Crawl into their arms!

🍜 - Snuggle into their shoulder!

💋 - Hug them from behind and nuzzle  their neck!

👒 - Hold their arm!

🦉 - Ride on their back!

🐚 - Other! (Specify)

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“I will not let you go into the unknown alone.”

— Bram Stoker

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Tia’s black eyes sparked at the young woman’s reaction, recognizing the way her skin flushed from more than cold, how her eyes took on a sheen of embarrassment and shame from such a simple touch, how she hastily moved to get away from Tia.

As... suggestive as Tia could be with touch alone, she hadn’t expected this young one to respond to it so well. She was probably touch starved, lonely, in need of guidance and praise. All of which Tia could give. 

She watched as the young woman made her way to shore, shivering and breathing harsh clouds of white into the air with her voice tight as she vehemently promised they all would pay like Tia wouldn’t believe her. 

“Oh, no, sweetling, this wouldn’t be a debt. This is a gift.” She easily made her way out of the water to join the other woman on the shore, wrapping her cloak tightly around herself as she went on, “I don’t appreciate people, especially men, who go out of their way to prove a point through violence. I don’t like that they think it is appropriate to hurt you like this to prove a point. All women are under my protection,” she went on, putting a finger under the other woman’s chin, “whether you are mine or no. So I offer you my help, if you would like, to teach them to think twice in any decision they make.” Her eyes leisurely roamed her face, looking for that crack she could slip into. Though she told the truth, it was a gift, she wanted nothing back for any help she would ask of the goddess, but she wanted this young woman. She wanted her to bend the knee, to pledge her life, she wanted to take her for her own and mold her to her full potential and then some. 

“Let me help you,” she murmured. “We’ll make them sorry.” 

{Blood in the Water || Katarin & The Goddess @the-scavenger-writes​}

Katarin watched her feet, disappearing silently beneath the river’s edge. The water and ice kissing her skin in a fleeting caress of bitter cold before swimming away, their edges rounded and made soft in the water. 

The soldier held fast, eyes narrowed and something like defiance smouldering tight behind her gaze.  She was terrified, the sight of naked skin in the cold electrifying her fear into something animal and base. She was focused, and vacant, until the goddess was in against her danger danger danger.

She whimpered, flailing an arm out to guard herself, to catch herself, to steady her position. In the wet she’d long since stopped shivering and she knew that was a dangerous thing but the beautiful creature before her, touching her, was more dangerous by far and a part of her knew it better than her pride would allow.

The crooning words were embarassing, the heat of her hand, the cool of the water she’d pressed to her skin, into her body, and the quaking rush of healing were enough to bring Katarin back to her senses and she gasped, clutching Tia by the arm tightly, “All better,” she echoed through gritted teeth shoving her way to her feet, away from the gentle searching fingers, away from the warm and cloying shame building at the touch.

Katarin stumbled to the shore, grabbing for her weapon and swiping it through the water with little grace, her body returning to itself in fitful spasms against the cold. She barely registered the offer, another favour, another debt, but she growled against it anyway, tightening her jaw to keep the shake of her shivering from her voice, “They will pay. I don’t need someone else to fight my battles for me. They just…” she paused, what did they just? This wasn’t the first time she’d had to prove herself against her own arrogance. It wasn’t the first time she’d bled to make a point. At what point would they be satisfied with what she could do, with what she offered to the squadron? At what point would they pay?

“I shouldn’t make deals… I won’t be trapped by more favours.”

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Rejoice, “let’s fake a relationship for Christmas” fanfic season is upon us.

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D.H. Lawrence, from Lonely, Lonesome, Loney - O! in “The Complete Poems Of D.H. Lawrence”

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Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

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She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.

Alexander Pope, The Iliad of Homer (a poetic interpretation)

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“ Who am I kidding? It’s my way “