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episomalvector · 3 years ago

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your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone

your muse’s name in mine’s phone Pygmalion

your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone "When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido’s Lament)”

how often our muses text Almost non-stop

what our muses normally text about They’re actually very meaningful and loving texts all the time. But that’s not something that anyone but them would be able to figure with the way that they talk. They’re also petty bitches and will make fun of any and everyone around them. Not that they need to text their snide remarks-- they say them all out loud.

our muses’ last few texts

#susperfectus #+Let Me Explain The Process+ (Asks)#+Pretty Little Trotters+ (Professor Pyg)#+swine before pearls+ (Ship: Pyg + Mami)#//I will always love them #I was gonna use that old commission I'd done for them... but I think I might have it redone #u-u <3

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episomalvector · 4 years ago

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@susperfectus

#+fresh from containment+ (imagery)#+pretty little trotters+ (professor pyg)#+a splitting image+ (plague rat)#+swine before pearls+ (Ship: Pyg + Mami)

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episomalvector · 3 years ago

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@susperfectus didn’t ask for a thing but is getting one because my brain doesn’t want to help me on threads we already had but bitches miss them ( it’s me and Mami-- we are bitches)

She could feel the gloved hands pressing just a little too harshly into her face. Latex coated pads pressing harder and harder into the soft flesh. It was an, entirely, comfortable and familiar feeling-- not being treated like she was a living, breathing being-- but rather just a pile of oh so much meat.

The needle had been buried into her arm and it would be moments before the feelings of pure bliss would be coursing through her veins. It wasn’t a numbing agent, just some morphine-- it was going to be enough where she was going to be feeling really good once he began his work. Perhaps even better once she felt the bite of that scalpel.

“You’re going to take it just like I asked, right Pyggy--?” She took a breath and pursed her lips as she gazed deeply into his eyes. --feeling like she could lose herself in the deeply blank stare of his true face. It was enough to make her want to squirm beneath him as either of his knees rested on the sides of her hips.

She wasn’t quite sure if she heard a response or not-- but she could taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. She’d bit through her own lip without noticing-- “It’s yours, you know... yours and no one elses. That’s why you should take it-- take it and prize it-- I don’t need it, right?” He didn’t need to strap her down-- she wouldn’t run... Hell, she asked him to do this. So one hand lifted upwards to brush back through his brown hair-- the other lovingly caressing his cheek.

“My heart belongs to you, Pyggy... just like every other part of me. It’s my gift to you-- a gift to hold in your hand. A gift that will never fade-- you will feel the beating and know just what it is you do to me. -- not that you didn’t know already... there’s always other ways to know, isn’t there?” Her lips curl into a smile, “Such a filthy fucking boar...”