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My side of paradise.

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I need Jolyne…

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some dumb goofy shit that i managed to doodle the last few days

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The requiem plays quietly.

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scene redraw!

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long time no caesar! 

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Jotaro Posters

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Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Mun chooses.

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mixcoatl​:

@requiemofjojo​ liked a starter.

HIS  face  was  UNCANNY ,  his   gaze  was  strong  &  WOLF-LIKE .  He  was  unmoving ,  even  as  other  patrons  would  pass  a  glance  or  another  would  offer  him  a  glass .  It  was  only  when  he  finished  a  drag  &  plucks  it  from  his  lips ,  then  fix  red  hair  from  his  face .   It  was  then  those  eyes  found  the other &  fixed  on  them  now.

SANTANA  stared  now ,  catching  eye  contact.  He  stares  as  if  he  tries  to  pick  them  apart -  to  READ  them .  HE   looked  fine  -  but  something  in  his  eyes  or - RATHER  his  whole  face ;  was  UNSETTLING .    

       Leone was no strange to intimidation, it’s what made the man in his underground career. But a look could sometimes send a man careening so far, he’d eventually tip the scale and flop over the ledge as unceremoniously as one inch off from a gun can be detrimental. The eyes boring into him weren’t lost of him, in fact his own ability to discern a threat from a mile around alerted him to this... oddity. Of course it wasn’t from a manageable creep. It never is. The glass in front of him is half empty when curiosity gets the better of him. Leone turns his head just to get a better look from his peripherals. The routine of preparing his mind for a fight halts when he envisions how that particular beat down would occur. 

       Oh. That is very unfortunate. Leone still has some self preservation left to remove himself from the situation. If only to land himself in another more dangerous. He jerks his head, as clear a sign as any for the man to follow.

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i’ve updated my muse list. working on their bio’s now, but will their interpretations see the light of day

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this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016

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“say it again” for Abbacchio 👀

less cringeworthy intimacy meme | accepting!

   “Are you deaf?” The stretch of silence before he’s laid his intentions flat serve counterintuitive if he’s just going to screw it over. Maybe he should have stuck with social protocol. At least a card would due in this event, the one where he’d fucked her over and gotten himself injured in the process. Leone doesn’t practicing gift giving often. You give gifts to people you appreciate, but he believes that already comes across in his daily habits. Performing missions smoothly, buying coffee in the mornings, occasionally shrouding whoever happens to pass out on the couch that evening in a blanket; it’s in the small things. He’ll rarely entertain this thought for someone unlike Kasumi, his mind reiterates. Not that she would want anything bought with his money after quite a while of him antagonizing her entry into their circle. Acts of service may as well have boiled down to him wanting to choke her out the moment she showed even a glimmer of traitorous behavior. A service to himself. But these days, she seems to be the only grounding feature he can look to that remedies his lonesomeness.

      The bandages around his waist tell him there’s more stock in her overcoming herself and finding someone to share in that new development. Something shit about the bits of her reason picked up through previously uncaring ears tell him so. It hurts but he lifts using the balls of his feet to fling him forward. “Fuck..” He mutters, but is otherwise okay. Leone stands there. Stands and waits for words to come from his heart, go up to his brain, form and dispense on his tongue in a way so unmistakable she’ll understand. Words of affirmation, gift giving, acts of service, all this love language shit he’s been hearing on the radio, seen in bookstores recently like they’ve enter the golden age for dopamine ridden idiots. He looks to Kasumi, all beautifully colored in the dim light in the same way he looked to that very white suit in the alley. But at least this time she’s not so removed from his world that he can’t relate to her. If he couldn’t it wouldn’t be like this. 

      “You—you’re important.” To me. He strains. Blinks two, three times. Not before crossing the space between them in the same amount of steps. And definitely not after squeezing them shut when he finds a body held between his wrapped arms. “That’s all I can manage.” It’s all I think I need to say.

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❝ you’ve got this! ❞ (to Hermes from Anasui)

      Hermes weighs the baseball in her hands, curling her fingers in the catchers mitt absently. There’s weight to it. Of course there had to be pretty significant padding to block the force of a curveball. She wonders if the prison considers the ball a weapon or knows this fact and simply dares the inmates to try using it for that purpose. It’s been a couple weeks since she’d been allowed to have one of them, being that her chores in that timeframe never lent themselves to be done outside or on time for recess in the courtyard. All because she’d blasted some bitch for cutting her in line. In their defense, she’d ought to have realized the glass shard tucked between her index and middle finger suspiciously tucked away under the cafeteria table after the altercations. Well, what they don’t know...

     “Huh... Never thought I’d see the day you show me support,” Hermes tilts her head, smiling. “But that might just be an omen in and of itself. If I lose, I’m definitely blaming it on you.”

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i guess i die on the hill that subjects me to part 5 fanfiction

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less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes

ACTIONS: (add + to reverse who does the action)

✦ to finger my muse  ✧ to give my muse oral  ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public ✻ to catch my muse masturbating  ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours ❆ to tease my muse  ❁ for our muses first time  ✶ for something awkward to happen during sex ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex  ♤ for my muse to help yours undress  ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing  ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched  ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure  ♞ my muse gets a cramp during sex ♦ my muse sneezes during sex ♟ my muse says the wrong name during sex ✪ for our muses to be intimate in nature © for morning sex  ✘ to eat food off of my muse  ♕ make your own scenario 

WORDS: 

“god, you look so good”  “fuck—” “i got you, baby”  “you’re being so good for me”  “i promise i’ll be a good”  “please”  “you have to be quiet if you want to cum”  “say please?”  “are you gonna be good for me?”  “shit— i have to pee” “wait, that hurts” “not there” “that feels so good”  “touch me here”  “did you just yawn?”  “you make me feel so good”  “do you like this?”  “i want to hear you when you cum”  “i’m so close”  “i need you”  “how much do you want to cum?” “turn around” “your fingers feel amazing” “i’m yours”  “you’re mine” “tell me you’re mine”  “you sound so pretty when you moan”  “harder” “wait—” “is this okay?” “say it again” “i love you”

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zorkaya​:

Sadly for herself, Zarina hasn’t been researching on who was staying in town and who has been around this time besides those who can potentially harm her. Outside of that, this man hasn’t been mentioned in any reports that could speak against her life. The man’s words and expressions are followed by her letting a soft chuckle, keeping her act of a polite woman who’s been enjoying his jokes. If anything, she can apologize and say that this game of pretend has been because she was afraid to scare him away. There are many ways to get out of the situation. 

“I wouldn’t want to be stuck in the alleyway with someone I do not know, if I’m honest, but you don’t seem to be bad,” Sokolova shows him a troubled look, trying to create the image of a woman who knows of the world’s scares but still remains mysterious about just how much exactly does she know. If he doesn’t seem to enjoy such act, she’ll have to adjust accordingly. But the moment Zarina witnesses the puppy dog eyes, she has the intense urge to turn around and walk away. “Even if you are offering help, I would like to know your name to share something more… well, intimate, as you mentioned the alleys were.” A teasing gleam shines in her eyes as she brings her hand to partially hide away her smile; she cannot hold the cutesy act for too long. It’s not her favorite mask to put on.

“My name is Zarina. I’m actually from Russia, I‘m staying here for my vacation. I’m currently traveling around the world to gather inspiration for my work.” It’s not a complete bald lie, but she doesn’t mention any details, but enough to give herself the image that fitted her actual state today. Best lies always had truths in it. “Ah, yes, we need to go that way. Are you still sure? Might take us around forty minutes. I wouldn’t want you to stray away from your place.” Wherever that is. 

       “Understandable mon cœur. Trust me, I would be more concerned if you did. Ladies like you ought to be more careful!” He jerks his wrists downward, catching the odd stain of white on one of his fingernails as he did so. There were endless debates, internal for the most part of whether cutesy girls erring the side of adorable were more enticing than woman who were generally considered hot, and timeless in their mature attractiveness. For today, Jean settled on cute girls being the highlight of life. More so now that being forthcoming of his intentions seemed to rub her the right way. Mildly surprised and a smidge suspicious though, being that it rarely does. Food for the thought maybe. “A Russian woman, eh? I’ve been a lot of places, but that hasn’t been marked off my list yet.”

       Jean smirks. He folds his arms and leans ever gracefully until his shadow near envelopes her. Vaguely he feels self-satisfaction of a perfectly executed joke coming and he welcomes the ebb to his boosting confidence. If all the woman traveling for this inspiration were like this, Jean would swear Heaven was just of his reach. Then, everything feels a tad strange. He can never point out his own flaws in conversation until after the fact, so when he realizes that maybe she wouldn’t appreciate the duel jest about lists and women he veers off that course. It’s nonsense, yes, he accepts that with open arms as well because it means their encounter is all the more special. Color him crazy if love at first sight is superficial.

       “Well Zarina, my name is Jean-Pierre Polnareff and it truly is a pleasure.” He waves his hand and bows all gentlemen like for entertainment purposes. Exaggerations go the extra for some. “I hope the work goes well, because Italy is home to some of the best scenic routes in the world. But as your self-appointed tour guide, you needn’t worry. Besides I wasn’t planning on doing much today... would you say this is fate?”