#thelewdsalad

[fortunetellsrp]

@thelewdsalad

Beathan walked in with heavy steps, it had been a damn long week and his brothers were driving him crazy. He’d even considered not going to church that sunday but at the end he decided that’d probably make him feel guilty on top of everything else.

In hindsight, he probably should’ve stayed at the farm. As soon as he took his seat with a nod to the old lady on his left he noticed the man sitting across from him, on the other side of the church. He stared, a second too long, trying to place where he knew him from. Then he realized, the memory of the man’s lips stretched around his cock, taking him deep. Beat blushed, getting up before thinking of it. With one last look to the man he walked outside, heart racing. He looked behind himself, wondering if he wanted to find the man following him or not.

[strikersunindie-a]

Tyler Labine

A medium who’s grown up since his first encounters with ghosts that needed help moving on, John has a thriving business not as an exorcist, but something he likes to call “spiritual therapy” for the dead that would have trouble moving on. Despite all the “Casper” jokes he gets, he works hard so that his partner (your muse) will have a comfortable life so that he has no regrets when it is his time to go. 

[gnawteamusings]

Take Me, Take My Son

For:  @grilledcheesewrite​

Premise:  John Seymour’s little sister wants to marry for love, and proposed to a poor noble.  The noble’s father, Ian Crane has come to ensure that John doesn’t prevent the match from moving forward.  The noble’s father is likely going to wind up spread over a desk and drilled.  

Starter:

“Lord Ian Crane, for you sir,” The butler announced, showing the older man into the grand library of the Huntly country estate. John Seymour, the 7th Marquess of Huntly, did not rise to meet his sister’s potential father-in-law. Did not even look up from the papers he was perusing. He had told Amelia he was a fool for proposing rashly to the Crane boy.

Particularly since John has only this morning received the Baron’s finiacials from the family solicitors. The fellow was mortgaged to the hilt. A bad investment. The solicitors assured him Amelia‘s inheritance would right the ship. Yet other than a title and a small manor near Wales, Charles brought little to the union besides her beauty.

Looking up, he felt a smile curl the corners of his lips. Clearly, Charles had gotten his looks from his father, if the handsome specimen standing in his library was any indication. Standing up, he comes around the desk and extends a hand, “Welcome to Dorney Court, Crane. You’ve come quite a long way from London. What may I do for you?”

[artiiis]

@thelewdsalad​ liked for a starter

Shaking his head, and now hearing his voice raise, Sheppard couldn’t believe that the other was stupid to even think about raising suspicion. From the start, they said that this was mutual and consensual, knowing that even though they were related that they would be adults about it and just enjoy it. Now that the other was showing obvious signs of affections in public, in front of their family, they were risking getting caught. And that was not something that Sheppard signed up for. “I need to know that you can keep it together… we can’t have them finding out about us. It’s bad enough that they tolerate me, but if they found out about this… we surely will have to find a way to just end it. And I don’t want that…”

[yoursxcruelly]

@thelewdsalad​ continued from x 

It’s clear after only a minute of this that they aren’t going to be watching much of the movie. Shame, he was kind of enjoying it. “You’re insatiable.” The blonde teased, shifting in his seat to give the other man better access to his belt buckle. “It’s not even cold in here, think up a better excuse next time.” Fingers move upward, palming the back of the man's neck. 

“If someone catches us, I’m pretending I don’t know you.”

[xxj0kerxx]

☾ for Howie

send me a ☾ and i’ll give you a song that matches my character’s aesthetic!

[brycecousland]

@thelewdsalad​ gets a plotted starter

The prince regent was an excentric man. Always running after new trends, new beauty, parties... and so his newest was a masquerade ball. Ordering for everyone to use fake names, hide half their face and forget their rank. Maybe because the woman he loved was a commoner, maybe simply because he thought it’d be a pretty sight. The high society mingling without a worry.

Of course, no one was truly worried, it’d be near impossible to enter the event without an invitation. And only those of high rank were sent one.

So Bryce Cousland, heir of the Dukedom of Devonshire, was of course there... after telling everyone he’d not go. Some had been disappointed, Bryce somehow had the reputation of being a social butterfly. Center of most balls and parties. Smiling, flattering, telling funny anecdotes... but now he stood at the side of the party. Black and golden half- mask, matching his suit. None of the usual blue beyond his eyes.  But no one seemed to recognize him. People looked at him, narrowed their eyes, and then moved on. Unable to accept that he would be Bryce Cousland. Not when he wasn’t smiling or surrounded by others. A dissonance created with intent. 

A glass of wine in his hand, he swirled the red liquid, took another sip and sighed. He shouldn’t have come. What had he hoped for? From the corners of his eyes, he could sense that someone was approaching him and he turned his head towards the stranger. 

This time it was him that furrowed his brows under his mask. He was familiar.... but the person the stranger reminded him of would never willingly seek his company.

“Good evening... I’d not think anyone would find this corner of mine. Everyone is much too excitedly mingling.”

[valentijnvs]

@thelewdsalad   ||   starter call

     valentijn finished up with his previous client, offering her a few tips for what she could do at home if she felt so inclined. a quick hug and then she was out the door, leaving the blond to clean up, wipe the equipment down and prepare for the next one. the gym was bustling today despite the warm weather, probably because it was easier to get a sweat on now, and valentijn had to admit he was of that same mindset. it was why the front and back of his grey tank were already dark.      when he heard someone by the door greet him, he turned on his heel with a smile and an introduction on his lips -- he didn’t manage anything beyond ‘hey, i’m valen --’ because he instantly recognized the man he was facing. just last week they’d had a hot encounter that lasted from a club all the way through until the next morning in the other guy’s bed before val left. he didn’t forget a face that easily, and pink bubbled to the surface of his cheekbones.      ‘well, that’s... you’re my client? okay. well. if you don’t make it awkward, i won’t either. deal?’

[ofmusingsxandmayhem-a]

C O N T from @thelewdsalad​ || Victor (X)

Ben almost cursed as he woke to the harsh slap across his face, his entire head spinning and aching as he was brutally brought back to consciousness. He hated the fact that whoever this was had got the drop on him, he was usually better than that, but clearly not tonight. Eyes slowly clearing, Ben looked up at the man leaning over him and found that he had no recollection of who this was. This did not appear to be whatever he had chased into the property, but he had the feeling that was the least of his worries. He wriggled his wrists as he attempted to free them from behind his back, however it was pointless. 

“You’re a vampire.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement as he observed the liquid that the stranger consumed. “I was chasing something down. It ran inside here, I didn’t know the place wasn’t empty.” His voice was a little gruff as he watched the vampire closely, unsure as to whether he was in the presence of someone who might easily kill him. 

[tigerincahoots]

15 19 30

50 oddly specific headcanon asks.

15.Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

Without a doubt, his younger brother --- Erik. While Kevin would do ANYTHING to see his brother happy and he’s the man he loves the most --- Kevin tends to bicker with Erik quite a lot. Either because his brother has too good of a heart or Erik manages to persuade him to do something that he does not want. It’s not bad bickering. It’s brotherly bickering --- often doing things that they know will annoy the other for shits and giggles. 

19. Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters)

Kevin tends to curse like a sailor every so often. And asking questions to which he isn’t really expecting an answer --- only to show how annoyed he’s getting at that stage. Hesitation in his speech is quite rare altogether. He does however hate when someone he barely knows calls him “bro” or goes for “sup”. He hates it. Don’t do that. Ever.

30. Who was your muse’s first kiss?

Kindergarten --- a girl named Eloise Samson. They gave a tiny peck and she said they were now married and Kevin pushed her to the ground, never speaking to her ever again. He already had a strong opinion regarding marriage even at such a young age.

[themysticcircle]

Marcus had always been drawn to necromancy but it had been forbidden by his family. Even to the point where they burned every spell related to the subject that he could get his hands on. He’d found a demon summoning spell online but it didn’t look like any of the other ones so he’d assumed he was fake, still he wanted to try it anyway. He gulped nervously at being referred to as “meat,” but took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. It actually worked. “I...um....more magical power. And some money.” I want to become a necromancer but I can’t do that around my family. “What’s the fee?”

open to: Bottoms, prefer to have a human or a witch plot: your muse read online on how to summon a demon and think it would be fun trying in on friday night but that ritual actually works and now they have a demon sitting in their room, a little bit annoyed for being summoned. they could ended up getting laid or anything you like.

“What exactly do you want from me, meat?” said Algernon as he pull a cigarette out from the air then smoking it. The demon was spending his evening chilling around doing mundane stuffs at his place then this fucktard decided to summoned him on Friday night. He’s a busy demon with a serious business and won’t waste his time fooling around with a fool like this. “Just ask me for something you fancy and pay the fee, then I could leave.”

[strikersunindie-a]

Woody Harrelson

As much as i loved him in zombie land and tempted to use him, i like him also in these kind of roles. I have to bring in his hemp advocacy, so perhaps someone that runs a medical marijuana clinic. He tries his best to educate on its benefits and how to use this safely. He also tries to employ people who went to prison for selling weed before it became okay to sell. He’s a softie too, unless you’re an asshole for no reason to other people. 

[ofmagicallonging]

Is That You? ~ Closed

@thelewdsalad

Ever since Cecil had meet Luke centuries ago, he had fallen hard for the other man. He got stuck in this constant cycle though where he'd see Luke in a new recarnation, he'd try to woo Luke and remind him of their past. Then he'd spend as much time as he could with the man. It would always end with Luke passing or leaving, forcing Cecil to have to get over the relationship. Then just when he was comfortable with his life without the other, he find the man again in a new life. For a demon it seemed like an enteral torture as he never changed himself, never passed and always remembered. It had been a long time since he last saw the man and he was hopeful that he wouldn't have to go through it all again.

This era was his least favourite that he had experienced. Everything was so restrictive and proper. People were much more reserved with their desires which always made his life so much harder. However he did the balls that were often held and the lives the upper class lived. That he did find rather enjoyable. He'd managed to set himself up quite nicely in a position of high standing. He didnt have a title or anything yet he was well respected by many that did. That was how he'd managed to get an invite to the ball that evening.

Of course balls were both enjoyable and work for him. He got to enjoy himself more but also was able to get away with being intimate with various people, guide them away and have some fun with their desires. He was busy talking to a young man when a he noticed a couple of new guests arrive. His eyes immediately settled on one, Luke. He could instantly feel that pull to the other man and the temptation was too strong. He politely excused himself and made his way across the room to other male. The moment he was close he bowed and held out a hand. He knew he needed to abide by all the manners of this era if he was to even get close to Luke. "Might I be so honoured to share a dance or a conversation, sir?"he asked as he straightened himself up.

[theking-blackheart-muses]

   Mason had just came back from the gym. He packed his car and got out. Seeing his mother car not in the drive way but his fathers. The male picked up his bag and walked into the house, the place was a bit dark as he dropped his backpack down and walked into the living room to see his father naked, their cock in their hands jerking off to a picture of him, especially the ones of him working out and shirtless. Seeing the sight, Mason licked his lips and smiled and walked towards his father. Standing in front of them and grabbing their hair with so much force. 

“This was a pleasant surprise. So this is what you do when your wife and my mom is away and you are all alone. I have heard rumors that you two don’t have sex anymore so this is why,” he said still grabbing the older male’s hair with force. “You like me don’t you. You want your own son?” @thelewdsalad​

[ericbrandonrp]

thelewdsalad​:

He then take a seat opposite to the other, can’t stop looking around the place. Clearly that he’s nervous about being here. Though he’s too far away from the battlefield now, but he never felt like it leaves him like the ghost of late king Hamlet always reminding him about bad things in the past. 

“I don’t know how to describe it. Mostly novels, essays, and poems about whatever I saw written in words. Nothing fancy.” Archie doesn’t value his works that much. They are mostly mediocre or not far better than an amateur. In fact, he did also write love poems but no one ever got a chance to read them because Archie wants them to be a gift for someone he cared, so he think it might be better not to bring that up to a stranger. Most of his works expressed his feelings, captured his joy, sorrow, laziness, or even frustrations into words. However he doesn’t really sure if he’ll be able to write the things he usually did in the past when all that remains in his head is violence during the wartime. “Do you also paint yourself?” Avoiding talking about the further details about his trauma, Archie changed the subject and asked Eric one more question about his past life. If he could teach someone to paint, he must be a painter himself too, right?

There was too little he knew about writing. Poems and essays...those weren’t anything he cared about, and if he was being honest, the only novel he had had at home was a short crime thriller. Not much to begin with. He bit down on his lip, his brow rising. The motion was pulling on the eyepatch, and he quickly stopped and relaxed his features again.

“I...used ta paint, yes,” he told the other man quietly. There was still a small sketchbook in his coat pocket, but he hadn’t really used it in a while. It began with colorful paintings of meadows and towns, then turned into black sketches of ruins and soldiers. Partly because he had run out of color, but mostly because he had run out of happiness. “I wasn’t actually an art teacher who tells ye about the great artists of the past, but I taught people ta paint and draw.”

[theoddsalad]

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN”

Indie Cyberpunk 2077 OC Sideblog for @thelewdsalad​ Crossover friendly, OC and Canon are more than welcome. The Character is on Trial. Please Expect Minor or Major Changes.