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Send your muse’s thoughts about mine on anon

And my muse will react

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#— ( self. ) ᴀ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sᴛᴜᴅʏ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ

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farmer’s market, Saturday morning. open to anyone

      “ I’ve already had one... is two coffees before 10 am a bad thing?” she’d been up since fucking five thirty in the morning thanks to her daughter’s pony club event. she had planned to stay and watch her daughter all morning, however, she’d been shooed away after the first event. Great. she was already too lame for her eight year old. “fuck it. two coffee’s it is.”

#— ( conv. ) ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s ᴏɴʟʏ ᴜs ʟᴇғᴛ ɴᴏᴡ #slchat #feel free to assume connections if we haven't plotted yet.

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💬 you and mila are in a porno that's being filmed at dungeon and greyson is the screenwriter / director

      send 💬 for a rumor + confirmation or denial.

      “ let’s break this down, first. yes. i am in an amateur porno, i was not aware it’d be posted online but i’m alright with it. you can find it on pornhub if you look hard enough. yes, mila and i record ourselves having sex occasionally, but we keep that shit to ourselves. yes, mila and i have sex at dungeon, frequently. it’s the perk of sleeping with the owner, isn’t it? however. greyson cannot write to save his fucking life, and if he could write a porno where my name was something other than a shitty one-off of my actual fucking name, i would not shoot that porno for him. he can dream on. ” @greyscns @shcwclf​

#— ( conv. ) ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s ᴏɴʟʏ ᴜs ʟᴇғᴛ ɴᴏᴡ #mila's like.... thats more stuff lots of people now know #LMAOFODFPOSNDLK #cal ( 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 ) #sp i c yy #slight nsfw

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💬 + you're a dominatrix

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

“ @calxlucas enjoys this too much. “

#answered #Anonymous

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roleplaymemesforyou:

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

& @greyscns & @mxgdelenas​

#— ( conv. ) ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s ᴏɴʟʏ ᴜs ʟᴇғᴛ ɴᴏᴡ

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smash or pass / beau

“ in another life, sure.”

@lieutenantbarnes

#answered #Anonymous

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if cal works for your family, doesn't that make him one of your employees and therefore un-smashable?

“ @calxlucas apparently we can’t have sex anymore. “​

#answered #Anonymous

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smash or pass: baz

“ the one who calls me a dominatrix? couldn’t handle me. pass. I’m also not going to smash any of my employees, casual or otherwise. ” @bazhowlett​

#answered #ft. baz #aksljdfalskd #Anonymous

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smash or pass axel

“Unfortunately, as lovely as ax is, he just isn’t my type. pass.”

@itsdanteshell

#answered #Anonymous

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smash or pass: cal

“smash. obviously. and frequently. so more of his neighbors complain.”

@calxlucas

#answered #ft. cal #Anonymous

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what would you do if Cal ever did sleep with your sister?

“ my wh— oh nadya? In all of the timelines, even the darkest, I can still confidently say that he’d never. pretty sure he forgets I have a sister 98% of the time.”

@calxlucas || @nadyaxpavlova

#answered #;aksdjflaksdf #sorry nads #Anonymous

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dallas + smash or pass

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 “𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬” + 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲.

“— yeah that’s been done. we’re good here.” @firefighterdallas

#answered #in which I realise mila probably isn't the best to play this game #Anonymous

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@calxlucas

#— ( self. ) ᴀ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sᴛᴜᴅʏ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ #cal ( 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 ) #ft. cal #I COULD HAVE USED A DIFFERENT HASH TAG BUT I HELD MYSELF BACK

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firefighterdallas​:

when: feb 1st.

location: good vibrations.

ties into: 1st feb event.

Sharpie in hand, Mister June was looking less than sunny about how his shift was shaping up. Fires were one thing, he knew how to deal with those, but being personable on command in an adult store wasn’t his strong suit and it was better suited to some of his colleagues. 

Still, he was gunning for a promotion, so he did what needs be to place himself in the running for it and to seem like a true team player – including the calendar and this. 

“Do you want me to sign that?” 

—

it wasn’t as if it were an 80′s romcom, or one of the several mighty duck’s films, but Mila really couldn’t help herself. a slow clap forming, and not one that built momentum with others joining— but she didn’t much care. the smile on her features was on of pure amusement as she stepped towards him, causing herself physical pain from trying not to laugh before she composed herself slightly, clearing her throat and ignoring the strange looks she was getting from others in the store. “all this time— I can’t believe you were holding out on my mom.”

she took a calendar from the table beside her and flicked it over, scanning the back for the array of images. “Well, Nadezda Pavlov will be upset that you’re not mr. april, but there’s always next year. I guess me and the other June babies got lucky this time.” she teased, holding the calendar out for him to take. “should I get one for my baba in Bulgaria too?”

#— ( conv. ) ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s ᴏɴʟʏ ᴜs ʟᴇғᴛ ɴᴏᴡ #c:dallas #don't ask me what this is

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alexxpavlov​:

Alex ran a hand over his face with an exhale. He’d been pouring over his father’s papers for the better part of the day and somehow, between sitting down and finally looking up, night had crept up on him. Somewhere in his father’s home, a clock chimed eleven times over and Alex sighed again, sitting back in the leather chair. The funeral was in two days and there was too much to do before then. 

Death was hardly ever planned (unless they were the ones planning it) but Drago’s had been a shock to the system. The Pavlov’s had built an empire on the bones of those who opposed them, and yet there were others who sought to take it from them even now. Who wanted to shake their family with the death of their patriarch. And Alex was determined not to let it shake them. He’d be the pillar that took his father’s place. 

There was no choice. Just duty. Just a role that he’d been trained for, brought up for. Just paperwork to go over. He stood up, stretching and glancing down at the paper scattered over the antique mahogany desk when he heard the door creak and glanced up sharply, hand hovering by the drawer that held his sidearm. But the house was secure. They’d made sure of it before letting family settle in over the next few days, people gathering for Dragomir Pavlov’s funeral. 

It would be something akin to a state affair and Alex would be at the center of it all, in a way separate from his sisters and mother. He was Drago’s heir and, as such, he had to show that they were still as strong as they’d been. And they’d continue to be. The house was secure. He’d made sure of that. So he let his hand drift to his side as he saw Mila’s face peer around the corner of the door. “късно е, трябва да спиш”  @shcwclf​

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the past few months had been like living in a bad dream, constantly floating in an out of moments that felt more surreal than anything else. there was a numbness that had been sitting in her stomach since October. It used to consume her, swallow her whole so that she was nothing more than a husk of whoever everyone else wanted her to be— but she’d worked hard to bring herself back from that, feeling a little more whole each day that passed. 

her father wasn’t meant to die. it wasn’t his time and while mila knew that there was always a risk to her father being the powerful man that he was, it never really sunk in that one day something may happen to him. he was strong, like solid oak tree that had roots anchored deep in the earth, almost impossibly intertwined with the soil and rock beneath him. how did someone manage to unearth him? Alex had taken that role, taken on those strong roots, letting himself morph into the shadow of his father as if he’d always been there. She was worried, in a way— when would he mourn? would he even get to? their mother expected him to be bulletproof, to be unwavering in any storm. But Mila knew her brother was still human, wouldn’t he need time? 

It was strange to be back in their family home in Sofia. there were definite ghosts of their past life that floated through the long hallways, the echoes of Mila and Alex laughing from the playroom and the high pitched sound of a then baby Nadya’s cries almost audible if she just closed her eyes hard enough. Seeing her brother sitting in their fathers chair, sitting under the portrait of the man, the similarities between the two in that moment were eerie. maybe this place was haunted by more than just memories. decades of Pavlov’s walked these halls, and while they may have relocated for now, Mila knew that one day their bloodline would return to haunt the stone and marble walls for a little longer in time.

“ Свикнал съм да съм буден. “ she hummed, dragging her finger along the bookshelf to the side of the room. there were so many memories within some of these books, and she was sure there were still some hidden messages that her and her brother had left in them for each other. “ I slept for a solid 20 minutes on the jet. Freya and Timo seemed able to sleep the entire time. I wish I could do that.” her fingers laced around one particular book, pulling it from the shelf and looking over it. “When does Soph arrive?”

#— ( conv. ) ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s ᴏɴʟʏ ᴜs ʟᴇғᴛ ɴᴏᴡ #past paragraph: bulgaria 2013 #c:alex #grief tw #depression tw #death tw #murder tw

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mila — phe

ophelia: hey! thank you sooooo much. don't worry about it, it's fine! he knows not everyone could make it, but i hope things are okay for you.

ophelia: you guys didn't have to. thank you though, it means a lot.

ophelia: how about i treat you a different day? could be for a coffee really, since i can't save you a piece of cake.

mila: things are peachy, don't you worry 😊

mila: of course we did!

mila: coffee sounds good and don't even worry about cake. I'm not the biggest fan anyway. people think I'm a weirdo for that but I'm more interested in the mousse kind or cheesecake.

#— ( text. ) ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ﹖ ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪ·ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ #t:phe