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goldenboybridgers · 24 days
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╔════════════✮❁•°♛°•❁✮ ════════════╗ open to all - any relationship plot - anything! ╚════════════✮❁•°❀°•❁✮════════════╝
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" With a smile like that, I can't help but want to know your secret! What's got you so cheery today? "
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ghostwritcr · 9 months
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open to :  f ,  21 + muse :  finnigan  tucker ,  early - twenties , computer  science  college  student  &  drug - dealer .
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' you  look  sexy  as  fuck  wearing  my  shirt ,  baby girl . . .  but  i  kinda  need  it  to  go  to  class ,  ya ' know ?  lucky  for  you ,  imma  give  you  something  in  return .  anything  you  ask . '
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exquisitexagony · 3 months
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open to all v; flesheater plot: just a goofy lil thing based on a headcanon i now have
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"What d'you mean you've never heard of mac and cheese pizza? It's the best kind there is! Well, now we have to order it..."
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rennisaturate · 8 months
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open to: anyone relationship: friends, fwb, exes, neighbors, be creative ✨ about frances ✨ though this can be her fully human verse if you like ✨
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" don't.... don't look at me like that, "
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mythvoiced · 7 days
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OPEN STARTER | Kim Shin
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"Most often underestimate their power over others… men tend to overestimate it."
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staticgcne · 7 days
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tags.
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vocesincaput · 6 months
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OPEN STARTER: Henry Simpson
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The regiment had been given their orders to move in on their target location. Having received information about a small group of soldiers from the Continental army being bunkered down there. Henry had taken time to voice his concerns that something didn't feel right but it had fallen on deaf ears. The Colonel was so certain and sure in the information that had received that nothing could dissuade him and he still ordered them in.
And Henry had begun to believe that the Colonel was right as they approached the building until suddenly his fellow soldiers began to drop like flies around him. A searing pain suddenly shooting through his leg and he collapsed to the ground. Managing to roll onto his back just in time to see the butt of a rifle coming down to strike him in the face and knock him unconscious.
When he regained consciousness, Henry slowly blinked his eyes open to find himself sat alone in a jail like cell. Red brick walls on all but the front of the cell. Thick blackened bars set in small windows bringing light down across his face, causing him to squint and raise a hand to shield his eyes. Once he became acclimatised to the lightly, Henry took more of a look around.
He could see no one else around him. None of his men in his cell or anywhere else in the room and no sign of whether or not any of them were still alive. Resting his head back against the cool brick wall, Henry closed his eyes for a moment to steady his mind and think. His concerns had to been right and the information had to have been false. Something must have been wrong and now he had been captured by the army he had endured fighting against.
Letting out a pain breath through a bloodied nose, Henry slowly reopened his eyes to glance down at where he had been shot in the leg and was surprised to see that it had been bandaged. Earning a crease of his brow in confusion before he inhaled with a grimace and looked up as he heard footsteps descending the stairs on the opposite side of the large room.
Readying himself for whoever was about to enter.
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hiisheart · 4 months
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OPEN STARTER !
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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ ❝ WHAT IF I JUST STARTED TICKLING YOU? ❞ he teased, stretching his fingers forward.
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not-your-prey · 9 months
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-------Open-------
I must admit that I secretly love seeing how people try to keep up with me when we run. What is something you secretly love?
-U
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alastors-radioshow · 1 year
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“Goodness! A Gatling gun, is it not? Why, I have not laid eyes on one of those for quite some time! Exquisite piece of machinery, indeed~”
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elisethetraveller · 1 year
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“No. I won’t do it.” Arms crossed across her chest there was an unreadable glare in her eyes. “So stop asking.”
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deviline · 1 year
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She appears to him as though a creature of another century, another world; ethereal, distant. She is a true-born daughter of the north, and has known only cool and fragrant places, only brightness that is cold and distant as the stars, and as she moves toward the lord Harlaw, tall and proud and expressionless, she looks more nymph than woman, sea-foam sprung, the wind in her hair more caressing than its careless touch in his own. a cascade of long dark curls frame her shoulders (swathed in fine northern velvets) beaten about her face by the night winds. yet she, apparition from the strange and far lands beyond, bright and fair as none should be in such blasted a place as the city of king's landing, looks at him and for a moment in her face's place one might see another. a face forgotten in all but the words once used to paint it in poetry, from lands beyond in times gone by— mythical almost.
"Lord Harlaw." she greets him plainly, her voice as cool and distant as the moon. “A dangerous thing, my lord. the tides left to their own wills with you and your brother both ashore-- who keeps the Ten Towers?"
Her lord Dramon Harlaw has a face like leather left in the sun too long, and bows to her like a ship pulling onto the rocks, groaning and resentful; but Regnar, she thinks; Regnar is a rumsoaked saltrimed outrageous myth of a man. Cruel Regnar, son of his father, her own lord father had once called him— joyless cunt. He’s all sour mead and swagger and stories, they say—Regnar Harlaw has a compass that points to your heart’s desire; Regnar Harlaw prowled the dark lands of Ashai and sailed the Smoking Sea; Regnar Harlaw sold his soul to the Drowned God for a black-sailed barque, the Black Tide, the largest ship in all of the known lands and the unknown. Regnar Harlaw is a little mad— they say.
A creature of stories, half legend and half lie, and instead of a soul he has an unbearable, aching want. The lady Umber finds him loathsome; she finds him fascinating.
@regnarharlaw
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pinklocksoflove · 8 months
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"Kiss my shiny metal ass." Kaz gives her ass a slap to punctuate her statement..
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kinghaargrove · 1 year
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❝ — Go fuck yourself. ❞
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thehairtm-a · 2 years
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          ❛ alright, look, whatever. say whatever the hell you want, alright? ‘cuz mark my words-------- pretty sure DURAN DURAN’s gonna be the next BEATLES, so . . .  ❜  
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the-composer · 1 year
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actually just kidding    -    𓆩 brief starter call 𓆪
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