Laufeydottir

lxserbaby:

okAY BUT IMAGINE MUSE A BEING TALLER THAN MUSE B AND THEY TAKE SHOWERS TOGETHER AND MUSE B WANTS TO WASH MUSE A'S HAIR, BUT MUSE B CAN’T FUCKING REACH AND MUSE A PICKS UP THE LITTLE SHORTY BY THEIR THIGHS AND MUSE B WRAPS THEIR LEGS AROUND MUSE A'S WAIST, AND WASHES THEIR HAIR AND KISSES THEM UNDER THE RUNNING WATER GETTING THE SHAMPOO ON BOTH OF THE M AND THEY GIGGLE A LOT I'M acTUALLY CRYING AT THE THOUGHT OF THIS.

xbioexorcist:

sassyanddeceitful:

"….Please, do remove yourself from me," The Goddess cringed after a long pause, taking a step forward, away from the man….or perhaps, not a man, that clung to her back. "I tend to not wish for my cape to reek of death." Oh, Sassy had no idea what sight she was in for when she turned to face the undead ‘gentleman’ before her.

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"Eh…no, unfortunately. I cannot smoke at the moment," The Trickster motioned to the small, yet round, bump forming in her belly. "My apologies for such an inconvenience."

«✖» ;; ❝ A’ight. Sorry. Personal space, I got’cha. Too forward. I feel ya. ❞ 

     And, yes, his eyes just did the classic body check on her. Nice hips.

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Betelguese is taken from his gaze of perversion for a few moments as she states that she, in fact, does not posses any cigarettes. And, like he always does, he blurts the first thing that comes to his mind. You’re fat so you can’t smoke?

Almost instantly, the Trickster crossed her arms and looked with both disbelief and, quite frankly, shock at the man’s blatantly rude remark. Trying her best to ignore the comment, Sassy elongated her neck slightly, her nose pushed just a tad into the air.

"Actually, I am not. I am with child, you insulant fool.”

Let’s just say, she was not amused in the slightest.

xbioexorcist:

«✖» ;; ❝Hey, can a classy, lovely bum gentleman as myself
          happen to bum a cigarette? I can pay ya, pally.❞

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"….Please, do remove yourself from me," The Goddess cringed after a long pause, taking a step forward, away from the man….or perhaps, not a man, that clung to her back. "I tend to not wish for my cape to reek of death." Oh, Sassy had no idea what sight she was in for when she turned to face the undead ‘gentleman’ before her.

"Eh…no, unfortunately. I cannot smoke at the moment," The Trickster motioned to the small, yet round, bump forming in her belly. "My apologies for such an inconvenience."

indie-swanfire:

Your muse finds my muse curled up on the bed, crying. Send me  a number between 1-35 and I will generate a response. You can send ‘Hush’ for a a randomized response.

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loupxgarouu:

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This may be a tad forward, but… His brow raises up a hair and Bala’s head cocks to the side. Oh, look at that cocky smirk.

Nice ass.

"Well…I had hoped that a new skirt would do the trick."

She looked down to the new pencil skirt that she had purchased.

"At least I know somebody thinks it flatters."

castorochiaro:

feeling possessive of a muse you ship yours with 

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