#little-earthquake-RP

[writingsinashes]

Which of your muses can never have too much attention?

Bucky

Tony

Tristan

Orion

Remy

Alyssa

My video game muses

My Dead

My Jake Sully

[sincerexsiren]

@little-earthquakes-rp continued from X Alexander could tell he roused her from sleep and felt only slightly guilty. The dim glow of the lamp illuminated her soft features in the night. Trinity looked like moonlight across a midnight sky. The smile left his face when he leaned in to admit,“ Perhaps I’ve fallen under a spell.”

She wrinkled her nose, pressing herself up on her elbows. "Dont even joke about that." She laughed, keeping it quiet though so no one could hear through the thick stone walls. "They'll come in here and try and rescue their noble knight. And neither of us want that." SHe reminded him.

[sharpenurdamnknife]

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[sharpenurdamnknife]

Don't you think Lou should be with his own kind?

"I am Lous kind. I may not be a werewolf, but we grew up together. We went to the same schools, grew up in the same tiny town." The words were stubborn and honestly offended at the alligation!

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Ross was starting to regret that he had told Etta a few weeks ago that he hadn't celebrated Halloween. It wasn't a real Cornish thing and even though in Ireland it was celebrated more, Ross wasn't a big fan. In the US it was something so common that he at first didn't understand that it was a serious holiday.

And now he should go trick or treating and he had no idea what he was doing. "Etta, are you sure this is a good idea? I'm not... I don't like dressing up as it is." Although being someone else for a few hours did sound appealing.

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[sincerexsiren]

Maybe this was what shock was because she found herself watching him but not being able to move from her spot on the earthen floor of the cottage she had been staying in since they left the palace. Perhaps that they had become used to his man...complacent. At least she had but while she had intellectually known the risk she hadn't thought of ....this. Her mind just didn't work like that. Which was why she had let them in when they had said one of them was hurt and needed help.

She handed him the clothe slowly, motions a clear indication that she was still in shock. Her eyebrows drew together when he told her not to say that. She couldn't help but look at the bodies he had stepped over, the one that had been on top of her when he had walked in. "But...they're you're men...you trained them and lead them and fought with them." Her throat bobbed and eyes finally watered. Oh she had done something horrible hadn't she? And he would pay for it. Why hadn't she defended herself so that he wouldn't have to do it himself?!

"No...no," Her eyes turned back to his handsome, worried, wrathful face as his fingers trailed down her cheek. "We have to tell them that I did it Alexander."

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Alex resheathed his sword as he stepped over the body of one of his own men. Dead by his own hand. While he should've been in doubt he knew for the moment Trinity became his companion this scenario was always a possibility. The knight's gaze steadied on the woman as he pulled the piece of fabric from her hand. He muttered under his breath, "Let me." There was so much he needed to say, but wasn't sure what words would bring her comfort, which was the only thing he wanted to provide at the moment. Dabbing the dark blood from her split lip he was grateful he'd happened upon the incident when he had.

The moment she apologized he wincied and whispered, "Don't do that." The thought of her apologizing after he walked in on attempted rape by two of his men made his blood boil. He quieted as she completed her thought. Not even blinking before he responded he continued to stare into her tranquil eyes. "I suppose they'll burn us together on a great pyre. So be it." His knuckles traced down her jaw before he gently grabbed her chin to study her delicate features for any more injuries. Alex was never one to speak openly from the heart so the response was closest to an 'I love you,' she'd likely hear from him.

[whosxafraid]

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Darkness.

The kind you could cut with a knife. The kind that if you did he'd feel it instantly. And you wouldn't know what hit you even when you woke up in your chosen afterlife. But its only would because he's not after the living tonight is he? Not in the mortal sense at least. And a little more liquor is cast onto the coals. Where it sizzles and a flame here and there flares up.

D'feck be d'is gobshoi'te?

He's said the proper rites, he'd baited his trap accordingly. And still there is silence that stretches on endlessly. The warmth of the Arizona desert bleeds from the ground at his feet. Attempts to become a mist but reaches nothing more than a ghosting idea of it. Its not cold enough. The fecking shite isn't biting.

A growl that echoes through the nothingness of empty wilderness. He doesn't like being toyed with. And to be honest he's had enough of these fallen angel brats. Dealt with three of them just last week. Granted that had been in a different part of the world entire and those demons had actually been quite civil. Admitted they were just lost, and were attempting to find their exit number. One that they'd some how missed three hundered miles back. That had been a long drive. But at least they had returned to their own plane with zero violence required. Definitely a live and let live day there.

The exact opposite of tonight. Because this particular 'daddy doesn't love me anymore' has an attitude, and judging by an immortal's other senses as well as his common one? This demon is younger then the others he had the pleasure of last week. This demon thinks it has something to prove but unfortunately for it Luka actually does. Have something to prove that is. And what that is? Is that he can still bag a demon and drop kick it back to hell with time to spare for a proper meal and a pint or three.

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Tell us about a myth/folktale/urban legend of your culture.

What religion/philosophy are you most drawn to?

Would you quit roleplaying forever for $5 million?

Vampires or Werewolves?

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Tell us about a myth/folktale/urban legend of your culture.

El Cucuy (pronounced koo-koo-ee), The Child Eater is a common one from where I live and grew up.

He is a contemporary of the BoogeyMan, however El Cucuy targets misbehaving children to steal away in the night.

He has various influences behind his origins. All I know is that my mother only had to bring him up once. That was enough.

What religion/philosophy are you most drawn to?

This may not come as a surprise to some, but a big one to others.

I am Wiccan/Pagan.

I find the concept of being respectful to nature and being kind to animals a boon. As without them what would we be. But it also brings me a certain peace that I did not find in other religions.

The one ‘Hard and Fast Rule’ that I find particularly intuitive is the following. “Do as Ye Will; Harm None.”

It can be taken Many ways. And to me I roll this in with the concept of paying it forward. The world is a dreary and unwelcoming place. We all take things for granted. We do not think twice about most daily things. But to know that it takes more energy and effort to make someone miserable, why would you seek that out as it hurts you and the others that you are around.

Please note that I was raised Roman Catholic and while I understand the faith, I have a hard time believing that God is a single parent. But that is just my personal belief. I have no hatred for Catholics or any real religion or philosophy. I am happy to agree to disagree on certain beliefs, but I am not condemning any of them. Because to me, it matters what kind of person you are.

Most people are good. But there are also those that use religion to be complete dickbags and hateful to others. But that can be said of any religion.

I also believe in ghosts, Demons, and a host of other supernatural creatures. I believe in an afterlife and reincarnation. I believe what we do in life will come back to us by a multiple of three.

Would you quit roleplaying forever for $5 million?

Absolutely not.

Look, I used to write a lot. Be it in composition notebooks, or in spiral notebooks. On Google Docs and Discord. And on the weekend before the pandemic I was part of various Tabletop Roleplaying games set in the Paizo’s Pathfinder 1st Edition. I have played in White Wolf’s World of Darkness (Dumbed down because I was a teenager) games. I just roleplay. That doesn’t mean it was good writing, but I had fun and I knew my muses. I still see writing and roleplaying as a means to escape life for a little while. To get a chance to live a different life. One where I do have control of what happens. To have control where I normally don’t. A place where what I say actually matters.

Vampires or Werewolves?

Werewolves.

Now let me tell you why. At least on a selfish and slightly shallow scale.

One, They are awesome. Two, I prefer cold environments. If I have a werewolf companion… Forever personal space heater. Three, the cuddle puddles. I personally like to cuddle with people. Sadly I don’t have many people who will just let me hold them like a stuffed animal or body pillow.

There are a variety of other deepers reasons that I will bore you with outside of an ask or I could be here for three hours.

[kit-just-kit]

Were you bother being completely ignored by Dr. Morton during her questioning?

Agitation meme

"Not in the slightest......some women are just the type that can't handle any competition, aren't they? Not that I was or even am competition of course.....Alex and I have a strictly professional, working relationship. It;s just a shame Dr. Morton didn't seem to understand that".

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"...S'not like I've had so many volunteers beatin' down my door tryin' to help me." His tone is met with a small spark of fire in her own. The stubborn set of her jaw. But she can't let enough alone. "My hanai-sister has her own troubles back in New York. And you've been..." She could have reached out. She could have called. Found him and turned up on his doorstep. And yet the guilt eats her alive. It's her fault that his kind turned on him, even if they have no idea what her purposes are, what she does for so many. She isn't any more a monster than they are. "Why were you even out there, any way?" She'd been chasing down the creature that had murdered her brother in cold blood, but it always seemed to be either a dozen steps ahead of her, or the rumour led her to some other source of trouble. That plantation house is rife with disquiet spirits, but she was working through them one at a time. She hadn't expected him to find her healing up several bloody gashes in the middle of the night, or bringing her back to town while the sun was rising. They hadn't really said a word on the way back, but now it feels like there's so much that lay between them that should be said. She doesn't exactly know where to start.

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© 𝖡𝗈𝖻 𝖱𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗄𝗂

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☀ from your knight in shining armor, Alex.

send me ☀ if your muse finds mine attractive

"Take the armor off first my love."

[sharpenurdamnknife]

My muse is asleep

what does your muse do? (meme)

They'd been reviewing the final menu when Lou had to step out due to some wolfie ruckus below at the bar. He didn't think he was gone that long, but much to his surprise he found her completely passed out on his couch. Walking over he did his best to carefully remove the bullet notebook from her clutched hands, and sat it on the table. He left briefly, pulled a blanket from the spare room, and loosely draped it over her to keep warm. He stopped to drag the pad of his finger across her forehead, forcing a wayward tendril behind an ear. Looking down at his Pip, he sighed as old feelings seemed to be returning. She was just so damn beautiful. Lou all but threw himself into the loveseat a few feet away. Worried that she might be startled upon waking he wanted to be near in case. A short time later the wolf dozed off finding comfort with Piper so close.

Piper wasn't like this normally. She hadn't expected to fall asleep here. She had even told herself that she would head out if he wasn't back in an hour. But then she had snooped, looking through his home just a tiny bit more then she probably should have. She had ben sure she would find some of his wife or girlfriends things but oddly enough hadn't found anything.

She had however found an old photo album from their teenage years, smiling as she opened it and found a few pictures of them from way back when.

That album lay in front of her now on the table then had been working on and the one that now sat in front of where she was snoring softly in the position in the chair. Maybe she was more tired then she thought...this whole work and mother thing was more then she had expected. She shifted, the snore becoming something of contentment as he rubbed his finger over her hair forehead and then wrapped her up in the blanket. She nuzzled her face into the smell of him, a little smile coming to her lips.

She stayed asleep a bit longer, comfortable finally and clearly overly exhausted before she stirred, confused as she woke in the unformillair room before she realized the time. "Shit!" She jolted up to sitting.

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"Lord, are you sure this is the best idea?" Sihtric asked towards Uhtred when they rode in a small town in Cornwallum. A priest had asked them to join the 'king' of the settlement because he wanted to talk and employ them rather than have them raid his village. Uhtred, wanting to make sure there was silver, had accepted.

"No, but we need to do something." Uhtred murmured as they entered the hall which was shabby at best. Sihtric had seen much larger with the Danes. He kept back a little, settling near Uhtred by the edge of the table. As they were talking his gaze landed on a young woman serving the table. She was clearly a Dane, by her manner and her dress, which had become rags.

He touched Uhtred, who glanced up. "You have a Dane in your service?" Uhtred asked.

"Interested?" The 'king' grinned but Uhtred shook his head. In the mean time however, Sihtric leaned further back, drawing the servants attention.

[kit-just-kit]

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Mine...

[kit-just-kit]

What was Kit's worst sexual experience?

Sinday asks

"I suppose.....everything that happened with David. I mean, at the start, the sex with him was fine.....good even. But then....he changed, got selfish, demanding.......abusive. I was in far too deep by the time he asked me to start doing those things for and to his friends - not his friends of course, more his dealers - and so I did them, foolishly. I was eighteen, stupid, swept up by the idea of love and of someone wanting and needing me. I can't ever be that weak again, ever".