Jerry/charley plz
Jerry/Charley for what? An aesthetic? You're more than welcome to request one over at @stardust-inour-veins if you'd like.
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Jerry/charley plz
Jerry/Charley for what? An aesthetic? You're more than welcome to request one over at @stardust-inour-veins if you'd like.
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@americanmuses still, Jerry or Percy with Cree <3 possibly for that making out everywhere concept
YES. GIVE CREE HIS KISSES.
In the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, the dining room, the closet during a party, the bathroom, the front porch, the backseat of the car, on a ferris wheel - kisses legit everywhere.
Okay, but think about this: bath bombs in the wizarding world.
Bath bombs that make complex designs in the water
Bath bombs that turn the steam colors
Bath bombs that play soothing music
Bath bombs that wash your body for you
Bath bombs that change the color of the water based on your mood
Bath bombs that enchant bath toys for children
#bath bombs that remove all the water#by fred and george (x)
Flower shop AU
Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?”
Omfg
MY TIME HAS COME
so you’d need a bouquet of geraniums (stupidity), foxglove (insincerity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me), and orange lilies (hatred). it would be quite striking! and full of loathing.
okay but i feel like there need to be more make-out sessions in rp? like it seems like it’s either smut smut or kissing, but come on guys. make outs. like just super slow, sensual, making out with wandering hands and fingers getting lost in hair and slowly grinding in someones lap. sleepy make outs where they’re still tired from the night before, steamy make outs in locker rooms or in dark corners. make outs that lead to smutty things or make outs that don’t. exploratory make outs or slow make outs or frantic make outs just COME ON YOU GUYS WHY IS THERE NOT MORE MAKING OUT
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"Oh no." Were the first words out of Credence's mouth once the young man stated who he was. He can't believe he was given someone as a gift. The fact that it was neighboring prince didn't help. Credence couldn't believe Mary Lou did this to him. She was cruel to do this. Especially when he had had just presented as an Alpha a few weeks prior and had literally just gone through his first rut.
Taking in a breath was a bad idea. Breathing had been a bad idea. The prince was an Omega. He had probably just gone through a heat cycle and he smelled incredibly sweet. It was almost overwhelming. That was most likely because everything was heightened from his recent rut. "I'm Credence. We need to get you to a guest room," He said, trying to breathe shallowly, "Please, don't bow. You don't owe me or anyone else in my family respect. I can't believe she did this."
Credence was not about to let a freshly out of heat Omega into his room that smelled of fresh rut pheromones. He refused to be thrown into another rut just because of the Omega in front of him. "It's right down the hall. Here, you can follow me," He said, carefully slipping past Max, and leading the way down the hall to the nearest guest room. He opened up the door and took in a breath of clean air. "You can stay here for the time being. I'm not going to force you to stay by my side or anything. If you need anything, there's a small passageway that connects your room to mine." Credence desperately needed to air out his room and take another shower.
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“Obliviate”
graves asking cre to show him how he has fun with his teddy and cre being so flustered and embarrassed, tears still welling up in his eyes but he doesn't want to let him down. so he does as he's told, laying down with the teddy between his legs, slowly humping it and trying to ignore graves' watchful eyes. eventually getting lost in it, his hair starting to stick to his forehead, whining desperately but quietly into the pillow, fighting hard to not come until graves goes 'let go, sweet boy.'
yo um
yes. yes. I dig this so fucking hard. poor baby boy with his teddy s a ve meeeeeeeee
You know a lot of RPers make the point that not all interactions should be romantic and such, and I agree, enemies, friends, siblings - it’s all amazing.
But, You are not a bad person for only wanting to write a ship with romantic intentions.
If that’s where your muse lies, if that’s what makes you happy then find like minded RPers and live your dreams.
Don’t force someone into a romantic ship, but at the same time don’t force yourself to write something that doesn’t make you enjoy writing.
Have fun! Do it how you like, that’s what it’s for.
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Graves wondering what to wear for Credence
accio-graves’s tags : the answer is NOTHING
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I NEED MORE RUSSIAN GRAVEBONE PLS IT GIVES ME LIFE.
“Mr. Barebone.”
Credence looked away from the shop window he stood in front of, his eyes fixing upon the Count as the man approached him, his billowing greatcoat lapping at his legs as he walked towards Credence. Count Marzan looked into the window, raising a brow at the delicate glittering baubles displayed there.
“Did not take you for a Tiffany & Co. sort of man.”
“They’re pretty. I like pretty.” Credence murmured, pulling his plain black coat around himself tighter. “I like walking in this area. Looking at the pretty things that I can’t have.” Credence’s eyes flickered to Percival and there was a sharpness in his gaze that Percival had seen before in the boy’s mother. An assessment. A test. “Something you and I seem to have in common.”
“You say that as if I cannot have you.” Percival turned and offered his arm and Credence took it, the two of them walking slowly down the street. “I am always one to have charitable feelings towards beautiful young men with sad, dark eyes.”
“To your detriment, no doubt.” Credence hummed, looking straight ahead, refusing to look at the man he held onto. “Count Marzan, you must understand that my mother is a cruel woman with no tolerance for people of your… Disposition.”
“Is that why she beats you?”
Credence’s grip tightened on the man’s bicep as he stared ahead.
“My personal assistant, Tina Goldstein. She and her sister are quite the set of eyes and ears. And gossip always has a grain of truth.”
“A sodomite Russian aristocrat who employs a pair of Jewesses as his spies. My mother’s head might spin with the scandal of it all.” Credence’s lips twitched upwards the barest hint.
“Don’t all children go through a phase of wanting to scorn their parents? Who else for you to let yourself be had by than a sodomite Russian aristocrat who employs a pair of Jewesses as spies?”
Credence’s lips curved into a positively feline smile as he thought of that fact, of his mother’s face, not noticing that they were walking towards Bergdorf’s until they made it to the front steps.
“And why are we here?”
“I am to buy my beautiful young lover an ermine stole.”
Credence tilted his head, looking directly at Count Marzan and taking in the handsome set of his features, carved from marble and darkly drawing the eye. “If your intention is to buy me…. Know that the cost might be greater than a few dollars spent in a shop.”
Percival smiled, slow and languid, a large cat licking at it’s teeth while beholding tender prey. “No cost is too great for you, sweet Credence.”