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I’ll miss the sea, but a person needs new experiences without change something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens
The Sleeper Must Awaken
Independent and Exclusively Book Based RP Blog based on Frank Herbert’s Dune Saga
Written by Lee
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I’ll miss the sea, but a person needs new experiences
without change something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens
The Sleeper Must Awaken
Independent and Exclusively Book Based RP Blog based on
Frank Herbert’s Dune Saga
Written by Lee
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Like this for starter for any of the muses here. Might pop into your IMs to pick one or can rely on a randomizer.
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AN INCOMPLETE LIST OF NICHE KISSES
feel free to edit who is sending and receiving, i wanted to keep this post short and sweet so i didn’t create two perspectives since it’s easy to switch around after pasting
1) sender kisses the corner of receiver’s eye where their skin is crinkling from a smile.
2) sender tenderly places several kisses on receiver’s belly.
3) sender takes receiver’s hand and kisses their wrist, lingering there to feel their pulse against their lips.
4) sender takes receiver’s chin between their fingers while receiver is smile or laughing so they can kiss their dimple.
5) sender kisses under receiver’s ear, right where the jaw and neck connect.
6) sender slowly kisses each of receiver’s fingertips.
7) sender takes receiver’s hand and kisses their palm.
8) sender kisses receiver’s palm after receiver cupped their cheek.
9) sender sensually kisses receiver’s inner ankle to start an ascension of caresses up towards their thigh.
10) sender kisses the middle of receiver’s chest, right where the sternum is.
11) sender kisses receiver’s eyelids.
12) sender stands behind receiver and sweeps their hair aside to kiss the nape of their neck.
13) sender sensually kisses right behind receiver’s ear.
14) sender tilts receivers head back so they can kiss their throat right beneath their chin.
15) sender takes hold of receiver’s face and teasingly squishes their cheeks so it puckers their lips before placing a quick peck.
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"I live here, it ain't that interesting," Swan insisted even as he pulled on a worn denim jacket. Mercy was . . . well he'd never met anyone like Mercy before. She was tougher than nails but she saw Coney in a way that reminded him of a kid. For her it was something new to experience whereas for him the bright lights had long since faded.
"Lot of gangs want our turf now that Cleon's out. Cowboy's good but he ain't as smooth as the Fox." And Swan as Mercy personally knew wasn't much of a diplomat. He was smart, observant and hot-headed to a fault. If he didn't like you much you knew and fast.
He tossed Mercy an old oversized pilot's jacket that had been Ajax's. It was his silent way of bending to her request. He would take her out to Coney. If she wanted it.
“I always end up back here, can’t we at least take in the rides and food this time,” she huffed, glancing towards the bright and dazzling lights of Coney Island. Truthfully, such things didn’t overly interest Mercy but she bored easily. Hanging around Swan was never quiet, peaceful, or boring but she was growing more used The Warriors (for better or worse). Mercy needed new and exciting things and whilst the rides were corny and the food not as good as some of the stands back in her neighbourhood it was still something to DO. And Mercy was going to drag Swan along whether he wanted it or not.
“You just don’t know how to RELAX, that’s your problem, you know?”
(Closed Starter ; @warriours )
#the whole gang is absolutely at your disposal any time#but especially swan#i hate seeing things go to waste [swan]#youllthinktwice#youllthinktwice [mercy]
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Ajax scoffed. "He'll get a phone just so he can keep track of us," He said and he wasn't wrong. But he wasn't at all sure about Cleon leaving New York. He was always wanting to help others. Even the gang had been a broken attempt at helping in ways the world had failed too.
As Cleon's problem child Ajax seemed to understand that more than anyone. "I mean he might leave," He finally reasoned. "But he's stubborn. He'll need people to take care of, to take care of him."
Maria only had her faith. it was the one constant in her life, her one safe space. She couldn't abandon it now. She could, however, simply pretend that things like this were normal and she could keep her opinions to herself.
That seemed a Christian thing to do. She had seen what hate could do. She had seen what festering over the nature of 'otherness' could do. She has already lost Bernardo and Tony. she couldn't lose anyone else, too.
Maria took a few steps closer, staying on her side of the door, following the rules still. " If you can convince that one," she nodded towards Cleon out on the fire escape with Thomas, " to get us a phone. Or better yet--" she began to whisper, almost mouthing her next words. " Convince him to leave the city." She wondered what he hung on to. He neighborhood had already been razed. There was nothing left. She doubted Swan was coming back, if that was what he was waiting for.
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Another glance over at Thomas who was out on the fire escape talking with Cleon. Apart of him wanted him here with him, like a groom asking for his mother's approval over his marriage. But they had an unspoken rule about touching or speaking too directly about what they were outside their apartment. Even there they only spoke of it in hushed tones avoiding the big words that most boys and girls threw about like free candy. And Thomas was wary of Maria and her faith, religion as he knew it had always been a knife to cut others down.
Ajax had grown up kicked around by almost everyone who could kick around a kid raising himself out on Coney. But religion was a blow that had never landed. The most he knew of it was through others especially Thomas who carried old and new wounds from it like invisible scars Ajax spent long nights tracing in the dark.
But Maria as far as Ajax understood it was good. Even now he continued to stay in the doorway keeping a distance like a well trained dog. Which in a sense he was thanks in part to all three of them but especially to Maria.
When Maria mentioned missing him he grinned. He'd never had anyone before the gang give much of a shit about him. "I mean I'll miss you too. But I can still call right? I mean you're familia."
"He said only a moment." She responded, her hands busy with the dishes in the sink. Ajax usually stayed on the other side of the door. those were the rules.
She mostly knew of Thomas from what Ajax said about him and what Cleon would say thereafter. Sometimes he slept on the couch, but Maria did not talk to him like she did to Ajax. Maybe the rules were left to the wayside simply because of the given circumstance.
"He feels strongly about you both leaving." She said finally finishing the dishes and drying her hands on a towel. " Verdad, i will miss you." She did not, however, address the why. Her catholic conscious had decided that that was in the hands of God.
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Cleon went quiet then let his eyes bug out slightly and canted his head before moving his eyes slowly as if trying to draw Maria's attention to something. Then he relaxed and smiled, letting the 'Swan' mask fall from his face. "Like that," He said chuckling. "I don't know how else to explain it."
it’s always nice to hear him laugh. It feels like he never does. “That is close enough, isn’t it?” she offered a small smile, still confused by the thought of Swan vocalizing anything. “What look was that? He makes nothing when he is here.”
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Cleo laughed. "No, he didn't sing it. He just recited it." He paused trying to find a way to describe Swan. "He talks just not always with words. We once bopped through The Hi-Hats without saying a word, I could tell wha he was thinking just based on he look on his face."
“He sings?” she asked, her face scrunching up at the thought. “ I never knew he talked. Verdad that, um, Mercy?” She tried to remember her name, “ she speaks for him.” In truth, Maria wasn’t sure she had ever heard him talk.“
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Fucking guppies. That’s what Cleon thought of the Jets and the Sharks. He hadn’t given a rats ass about them and their squabbling over the scraps of the West Side. He wouldn’t have known about them at all if Swan hadn’t had a thing for Bernardo and that woman of his. Swan liked his women with smart mouths and his men capable. Which certainly explained the appeal of that Italian alley cat he’d taken up with. “Yeah? Where are the Jets now?” Cleon asked wishing the Fox was here. His pride was a hindrance. Sometimes it could pull people into his orbit like a black hole but other times it was repellent like two similar magnets.
“Look you and Ajax got your thing, that’s cool. But it’d be a waste treating you like some deb. The Warriors could use someone like you, “ his gaze softened a little. “Besides Ajax is like a brother to me. He’s a got a mouth on him but he’s good. Loyal enough he makes it look like a problem. I don't want him hurt his first time around.”
RIFF HADN’T BEEN EXPECTING TO MEET CLEON TODAY. HE KNEW CLEON—SORT OF—BUT TO MEET HIM LIKE this was more nerve-wracking than Riff would ever admit. He didn’t know much about the Warriors. He knew they’re bigger than the Jets had ever dreamed of being and he knew they had the whole of Coney Island under their thumb. He also knew they’d ran into some trouble over the past few days. Ajax didn’t tell him what had happened—they hadn’t been particularly concerned with talking—but he knew enough to know the Jets weren’t the only gang struggling.
He smirked. “He’s got taste, what can I say?” Riff stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankle before he planted both feet on the ground and rested his elbows on his knees. His lip curled at Bernardo’s name. He knew he shouldn’t think ill of the dead but he couldn’t help it. Bernardo had been more trouble than Riff would’ve liked. He wouldn’t ever say that he was glad Bernardo’s gone but he’d never not say it, either. He ignored the coming out comment. He didn’t have anything to say to it.
It was the next comment that had his eyebrows going up in surprise. Cleon knew who Riff ran with. He knew who Riff was, if only in the way that all the gang leaders in the city knew who all the other gang leaders in the city were. “I ain’t gonna run with you.” He said it like it was obvious. Quite frankly, he was offended that Cleon had even said such a thing. Everyone in the West Side knew that when you were a Jet, you were a Jet until you died. Apparently the news hadn’t gotten to Coney yet. He sat back in his seat, surveying Cleon like he would a cop. “I’m a Jet. Hell, I’m the Jet. I dunno if you Coney folk know this, but when you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet ‘til ya dead.” And Riff wasn’t dead yet.
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the ghost of one specific homosexual cowboy regularly possesses Tumblr gays
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OUTER BANKS | 2.04
#you stick close okay? [swan aesthetic]#the despair and hatred of every teacher [cleon aesthetic]#imao there's probablly some speculation in the gang if they're fucking#the weirdest part is they've discussed it and Cleon is just *shrug emoji*
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Indie and Selective OC blog for Antoinette 'Toni' Reid.
The classic high school mean girl with issues of her own who might just make it out alive and learn to grow.
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What’s up, Doll?
In Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
I held my tongue as she told me
"Son, fear is the heart of love, “ so I never went back
Richard ‘Dick’ Schiller from Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita
An exploration in overcoming trauma, healing through shared community, and found family
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