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will actually get to stuff after work tonight or tomorrow! 😅

ooc ; currently at school & am going out w/ a friend tonight (still debating if we wanna go on a hike/to a club/watch a film 😂) anyways! will be on later to get to things ❤️ been busy af making up work from being so sick!

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ooc ; currently at school & am going out w/ a friend tonight (still debating if we wanna go on a hike/to a club/watch a film 😂) anyways! will be on later to get to things ❤️ been busy af making up work from being so sick!

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Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

#( &&. memes. ) #q

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      please specify the muse/s of mine & yours in the comments! if you don’t mind any, you can heart this & i’ll choose <3 if i’ve a plot idea, i’ll msg you beforehand. if not, i’ll put something random up! 

#( &&. shipping calls. ) #i'm going to be late to work RIP #mutuals only !

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OOC ; happy valentine’s day, everybody! ❤️💋🥰 i’m so glad i can finally get up and move around today. ya girl’s been sick with strep throat & a fairly nasty sinus infection rip. how fitting love day blessed me w/ clear nostrils, truly 😂 i, unfortunately, have to go into work for the rest of the day, but i will put up a shipping call if anyone wants me to write them a thread from one of my girls/plot when i’m off near midnight! 

#( &&. the mun speaks. )

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      spots of dried blood decorated her bleach blonde locks. andi stared into the mirror - intensely focused, fingertips pulling out every remnant of their victim. of her first kill as a true knot member. the only person she’d ever killed before was her father, and for good reason. men deserved it; he deserved it. deserved the torture and dramatic finish, too. but kids? the young woman never cared for them. still, she found herself struggling mentally to process what they’d just done. she would, eventually, down the road. hell, she’d be one of the most heartless. 

      at least she felt fucking fantastic. rose had been right. live long, stay young, and eat well. regardless of any troubled thought, the steam had been enough to entice her. to make her do it again. if that didn’t say enough about andi steiner, nothing did. the motorhome moved, signaling someone coming inside. her piercing blues flickered to the mirror, catching sight of none other than the devil, herself, behind her. lucifer was the most beautiful angel, wasn’t he? she didn’t pay much attention to religion. “does it always feel like that?” 

@indemimonde​

#( &&. snakebite andi ; rose the hat : indemimonde. ) #murder tw

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      “this really’s your first time, ain’t it?” misty says almost in disbelief - as if everyone hitchhiked. she certainly has, and a number of times too. ‘cause if all those singers like the great stevie nicks could go on singing about traveling the world, with the kind of freedom a bird has, then there’s got to be a little magic to the act. and besides, misty didn’t have a license nor was she ever bound to get one. “don’t worry. i bet he doesn’t know his right hand from his left. that’s how most of these truckers are.” misty ignored the seat belt, wanting to kick her boots up on the center console but the driver had his snacks there. instead, she moved to snatch a bag of trail mix for the two of them, offering her some, “and if he tries anything, i’ve got a way of dealing with his kind. and it ain’t pretty.”

@wcmanly​  said:  👍 (for misty day!)

hitch  hike  with  my  muse  

when  beverly  was  a  teenager  she  would  do  a  bunch  of  stupid  shit,  including  drugs  and  partying  with  strangers,  anything  to  get  away  from  her  previous  life,  things  she  could  remember  late  at  night,  in  her  nightmares  and  all  her  problems,  gone  and  forgotten  the  next  day,  only  left  with  a  deep  ache  and  slight  sadness  she  could  not  pin  point.  this  had  to  be  equally  as  stupid  as  any  drunk  night  but  misty  had  convinced  her  it  would  get  them  to  the  next  town  faster.  all  beverly  can  think  was  seeing  those  woman  abducted  in  the  70′s  but  that  could  not  happen  to  her,  right?  a  slight  panic  reflects  on  her  face,  anxiety  creeping  into  her  spine  and  her  head  tilts  slightly  to  finally  address  misty,   “  we  aren’t  going  to  die,  right?  “  it’s  spoken  between  clenched  teeth  and  she  fakes  a  smile  at  the  older  gentleman  who  had  picked  them  up.

#( &&. misty day ; beverly marsh : shotbled. )

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      Hungary’s late 16th and early 17th centuries had seen their fair share of bloodshed. A pointless string of murderous carnage, by none other than the redheaded vampire, herself. 

      But Elizabeth Bathory hadn’t always been full of wicked wiles; before her turning, the woman was a mother, a wife, a countess. A woman of class, refinement, manners. Of decent heart. However, vampirism did wonders - and the infamous creature who had now bathed in the blood of thousands upon thousands sat proof of such. 

      Which is why she rather liked the Mississippi King. Unstable, unpredictable, powerful. More than she liked those in power, she liked stealing it from them. For her own misuse. Though there was Isabelle, she remained something of his sired and his pet. Elizabeth found her fascinating. A caged thing worth more, perhaps, than her maker. “Can’t say that I have yet, but I’m due to make my rounds. Soon enough.”

      Her lips were sweet to the eyes, curving into a polite smile. Yet it was always her eyes that gave away her calculating mind and her mischievous intent. She considered her next answer carefully, “As for how Mississippi treats me, I’ve no complaints. The people are fun, wild and spirited. Reminds me of the inherent recklessness mortality came with. I almost miss it.” 

      Elizabeth leaned back in her chair, setting her cup down on the table - one fingertip circling its rim, “Until I feed. Then I remember my place.” She breathed a laugh through her nose, before the light in her eyes seemed to shift. Her teeth scraped over her bottom lip before she spoke, “And what about you, mm? Anything new?” 

@wcmanly​ sent this meme || wild as you - cody johnson

No man or woman, living or undead, ever had the courage to stay when it came to courting the progeny of Russell Edgington. Any vampire of any brains knew that the three thousand year old vampire held an unpredictable nature. Yet Isabelle was not as violent as her maker. 

It was a truth that she did, just as her maker, sport a lethal amount of silver upon the sole of her heels should a vampire make threats, but she wasn’t something monstrous. She was like wildflowers blooming in an open field, a sweet summer rain at the best of times, but on the worst of times, she was as unruly as a herd of untamed mustangs rumbling through the mountainous hills. 

Even still, she was still kept. She had to make appearances and show hospitality to all those that graced the halls of Edgington Manor. She was wild, yet caged in her own way.

“Tell me,” she poured the other a glass of blood – drained from a human who had dined only upon cherries and vodka for three months, “How is Mississippi treating? Have you been gambling in Biloxi yet?”

#( &&. elizabeth bathory ; isabelle dupont : vyrulent. ) #i had to go w/ the icon that perfectly mirrored yours ... i had to #murder tw

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ok but imagine if yaz had an ex gf from back in hs (possibly aisha?) and one of the fam’s travels involved her?? and despite their falling apart/breakup, yaz and this girl are so obvs in tune and catch up on the good times. now imagine 13 starting to get a little perhaps...jealous. a little *squints eyes* and huffy/upset. enough to where yaz just kinda has to wave it off like ‘she’s just been through a lot lately. she’s really the best.’ and graham and ryan can totally see it. 13 always staring after yaz and her ‘friend,’ starting to worry that yaz is going to stay behind w/ this person instead of traveling. 13 saying ‘well she’s got soandso’ and ‘they’re just two peas in a pod now, she doesn’t need me anymore. us, i mean.’ and ryan having to explain like ‘but this girl broke her heart back in school’ and graham being like ‘she’s moved on. think she’s even found someone else.’ hinting to 13, but 13′s like ??? wHO??? and later on 13 HAS to save this ex gf from some aliens and they finally have a one on one chat where this girl’s like ‘i was young and dumb and didn’t care about her feelings. yaz is a great person. i always knew she’d find someone better. someone who really loves her, takes care of her. i’m glad she’s found that. but you should let her know the feeling’s mutual before it’s too late. don’t lose her like i did.’ and yeah gay times for our space gfs thnx The End. 

#doctor who #dw #dw rp #doctor who rp #indie dw rp #indie doctor who rp #thasmin #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #yaz khan #aka i want this plot PRONTO

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OOC ; came down with a bit of a cold/flu/whatever it is. will try and get to some of the things i owe! but for now, i’ll withhold from nonsensical rambling in the im’s lol that being said, if whatever i write sounds...off, i’m loopy from meds 😅

#( &&. the mun speaks. ) #i'd take the day off from writing #but i've been sleeping all day and i'm so bored of it

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   “don’t you just fucking hate when men underestimate you?” the blonde slipped into the booth opposite of the other woman, eyes unusually golden. winona leaned forward, forearms resting on the restaurant table, “everyone always likes to ask you: what’s the hardest part about running a business? hell, it’s sitting through board meetings trying not to get too swept away imagining a pair of balls in the blender.” there was a wicked gleam to her eye, but she settled back. observing the stranger who she’d just invited herself over to to have lunch with. not that she’d be eating. after hearing the brunette discuss a sour deal on the phone, winona really couldn’t help herself - bullshitting where it was due. 

@cxmewhxtmxy​

#( &&. winona bradshaw ; natalia mackenzie : cxmewhxtmxy. )

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“aren’t we supposed to question authority? you’re the one who taught me that!”

you can find a starter for that here!

#( &&. answered ; ma costa. ) #sorry it's so late!! #onceiworeatrenchcoat

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“aren’t we supposed to question authority? you’re the one who taught me that!” - lord asriel

      “we do what we must, not what we want to do.” there were several reasons why, but lord asriel was clever enough. he’d have to know - deep down. “there’s a difference between fightin’ to end a war and being eager to start them.” they wouldn’t have time for debate; their world was falling apart at its seams. maybe she ought to strike home, right where the pain sat like aging wine. “there’s children on both sides... we have to be careful not to let our pride and anger get the best of us, like it did them.”

@onceiworeatrenchcoat​

#( &&. ma costa ; lord asriel : onceiworeatrenchcoat. )

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“you have a lot of secrets, don’t you? and now you have another one.” (10 @ yaz)

you can find a starter for that here !

#( &&. answered ; yasmin khan. ) #so excited for them #strcngwomxn

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“you have a lot of secrets, don’t you? and now you have another one.” - 10.

     not any she’d care to admit aloud, that’s for sure. secrets were meant to be kept - at least when it came to hers. oppositely, the young traveler had a guilty habit of wanting to know others’, treating some exchanges like an interrogation more than a friendly chat. though her experience meant her questions were far gentler by nature. yaz contemplated her answer, mulling over any possible way this doctor might respond. “travelin’ in the tardis means i’m bound to have a few secrets. we all do.” came with the job. she’d learned that over the past few months ‘abroad.’ “s’pose that’s how it doesn’ weigh on you, ya know? the people around you understand what it’s like.”

@strcngwomxn​

#( &&. yasmin khan ; the doctor (10) : strcngwomxn. )

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💐🌷🌹🌺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨!!! 🌺🌹🌷💐💕

          this is so late but better late than never, eh? thank you, fam & def back at you ❤️

#( &&. answered ; the mun. ) #indemimonde

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guess who isn’t dead... 😅 i have had nonstop job training & school has been super busy!! but i’ll be on after my shift tonight or first thing tomorrow morn!

#wth is my ooc tag i have done forgot (: