Black Cat

25 She|Her Role-play Writer Active Writer

[blackcatscorner]

Independent | Selective | Single ship muse | multi-muse rp blog | 18+

“Only love, only love can hurt like this.”

“Only love can hurt like this.”

"Must have been an empty kiss."

Rules & Characters || Bio&Info || Do’s and Don’ts |

-Trigger Warnings will be stated before each blog along with any NSFW content posted.

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Original Characters Male OC's

Bishop D. Abraham Murdock M.Valentine Galen L.Bourn Gadreel M.Severino Lucas J.Croft Adriel Mato Jericho L.Shaw Jackson K.Conway West M.Wilson Emmett A.Cavill

Female OC's

Davina M.Hart Dellamora Black Evangeline J.Laveau

Taglist (Muse Related.)

(Visage. Maybe Im Not Pretty) (Aesthetics.My Sanctuary) (Music.Worlds Smallest Violin) (Asks.Leave The Light On) (Wardrobe.Drenched To The Bone) (Threads.Everything Stays) (Suggestive.My Drug Is My Baby) (Starters.Face My Fears)

(Muse Specific.)

(Bishop. Tales of Mr.Sandman) (Murdock.Chronicles Of A Lowlife) (Gadreel. Im Only Human After All) (Galen. The StarPrince Merman) (Jackson. Sleepy Hallow And Sleeping Legends) (Lucas.One Bitten Twice Screwed) (Adriel. Burnt Sugar And A Little Bit Of Rum) (Beau.Opening Pandoras Box) (Jericho.Legends Of Jericho) (Emmet. A Sly Fox Tales) (West. Life Of Captain Starfish) (Eva.Made Of Honey And Glass) (Dell. A House Not A Home) (Davina.Was A Good Girl)

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Do’s and Don’ts

TW:Will be stated at the beginning of each post NSFW: Allowed, Will be stated Ships: Allowed OC-Questions: Allowed

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[evyltalks]

Cowboy Remus pt. 2

(Being a cowboy suits him like a glove)

[happyheidi]

[snooganshq]

♡  SPICY  ACTION  PROMPTS  ;

send a word for a starter !  add a ♡ to reverse the role !  or add a + for the action to be more harsh/aggressive, for those who are interested !  you’re welcome to specify body parts where it’s ambiguous. feel free to strike out the ones you’re uninterested in when reblogging ! ( all prompts are within a spicy setting, either during sex, or leading up to it, etc. ) 

please don’t use for taboo subjects !! thank you ♡

[  BEG ] ;  the sender begs the receiver to touch them. 

[  BEHIND  ] ;  the sender takes the receiver from behind.

[  BITE  ] ;  the sender bites the receiver somewhere on their body. 

[  BONDAGE  ] ;  the sender ties the receiver up.

[  CHOKE  ] ;  the sender chokes the receiver. 

[  COLLAR  ] ;  the sender puts a collar on the receiver.

[  CUT  ] ;  the sender cuts the underwear off the receiver.

[  DEGRADE  ] ;  the sender degrades the receiver.

[  DENY  ] ;  the sender denies the receivers orgasm. 

[  DOUBLE  ] ;  the sender penetrates the receiver with two objects/toys/etc.

[  EAR  ]  ;  the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe.

[  GAG  ] ;  the sender gags the receiver. 

[ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch.

[  HICKEY  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a hickey somewhere on their body.

[  HUMILIATE  ] ;  the sender humiliates the receiver. 

[  KITTEN  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘kitten’.

[  KISS  ] ;  the sender kisses the receiver somewhere on their body.

[  KNIFE  ] ;  the sender holds a knife to the receivers neck.

[  MASTURBATE  ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating.

[  MORNING  ] ;  the sender wakes the receiver up with sex. 

[  MOUTH  ] ;  the sender slides their fingers into the receivers mouth. 

[  ORAL  ] ;  the sender performs oral on the receiver.

[  PET  NAME  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver a cute pet name during sex.

[  PIN  ] ;  the sender pins the receiver against the wall.

[  PRAISE  ] ;  the sender praises the receiver.  

[  PUBLIC  ] ;  the sender touches the receiver in public.   

[  PULL  ] ;  the sender pulls the receivers hair.  

[  PUPPY  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘puppy’.

[  RIM  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a rimjob. 

[  SCRATCH ] ;  the sender scratches the receivers back.

[  SLAP  ] ;  the sender slaps the receivers face.

[  SPIT ] ;  the sender spits in the receivers mouth / on the receivers face. 

[  SMACK  ] ;  the sender playfully smacks the receivers ass.  

[  SOFA  ] ;  the sender hurriedly takes the receiver to the sofa. 

[  SPANK  ] ;  the sender spanks the receiver. 

[  SQUEEZE  ] ; the sender squeezes a body part of the receiver. 

[  STRADDLE  ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap. 

[  STRAP  ] ;  the sender presents the receiver with a strap-on. 

[  TIE  ] ;  the sender ties the receivers hands together using an article of clothing.

[  TOY  ] ;  the sender uses a sex toy on the receiver.  

[  WHIP  ] ;  the sender whips the receiver. 

[stabbyresources]

Send 💍 to wake up the morning after getting married in Las Vegas

You decide if it’s accidental, on purpose, drunken or whatever you want.

[blackcatscorner]

Is Gabriella the Greatest Baker? You decide!

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I had currently entered a competition and would like the communities help with votes! You get one free vote everyday and if you choose to want to vote more, you can choose to donate, at least $10 minimum, it goes towards supporting families dealing with pediatric cancer!

Please! It takes one vote a day to keep me in the top 20 but I will need top 5 in order to have a chance at winning!

[blackcatscorner]

Bishop Abrams

How does your muse carry emotions?

Bold always applies. Italics sometimes applies. Strikethrough never applies.

Happiness. Soft Smiling. Light Laughter. Soft touches. Big hugs. Hand holding. Hand playing. Laugh lines. Twinkle in eyes. Walking on air. Gift giving. Words of Affirmation. Back and head rubs. Sing along to the radio. Giving compliments. Sighing a lot. Offering up bites of food. Telling dad jokes. Soft caresses. Snuggling, lots of snuggling. Playing with hair. Cooking for people. Relaxed muscles. Lowered eyebrows and eyelids.

Sadness. Feeling numb. Isolation. Ignoring calls. Sleeping in 24/7. Houdini disappearing act. Distancing. One word answers. Grunts in acknowledgment. Puffy face and eyes. Splotchy skin. Breaking out in rashes. Cracked voice. Staring down at hands. Crossing arms across his chest. Covering his face with his hands. Slumping over. Heavy footed. Slack expression. Stops eating. Playing with jewelry for comfort. Bending forward to lay his head in his arms.

Anger. Swearing. Clenching Fists. Raising His Voice. Harsh Tones. Insulting. Throwing words back at people. Feeling hot. Extremely Irritated. Meditation. Choking down words. Isolation. White knuckles. Throwing things. Hostile. Impassive/ deadpanned. Moody. Easy irritable. Over sensitive to sounds and touch. High chin. Flaring nostrils. Sweating. Rolling up sleeves. Cracking knuckles. Cutting people off when they speak. Glaring. Slamming drawers and doors. Snapping at people. Picking fights. Cold eye stare. Extreme sarcasm. Laughter with a clipped tone and edge.

Fear. Deep Breathing. Inability to speak. Shakiness of limbs. Holding back screams and cries. Heart beat racing. Dizziness. Feeling of chest exploding. Clenched eyes. Covering ears. Silent crying. Weakness in legs and arms. Holding his breath. Harsh swallowing and gulping. Stomach quivering. Hypersensitive to touch and sound. Adrenaline spiking. Hot flashes. Keeping silent. Denying fear through talking. Turning away. Keeping a light voice. Watery smile. Forced smile. False Bravado. Over indulgence in bad habits. Cracked voice.

Exhaustion. Over Sleeping. Lazy eyes. Lazy answering. Head scratching. Yawning. Eye rubbing. Groaning and grumbling. Droopy eyes. Trying to keep eyes open. Slouching. Leaning head in hands. Leaning against people. Rubbing eyes. Nuzzling against someone. Sluggish movements. Shivering. Feeling cold. Stretching. Jerks self awake. Spaces out. Grits teeth. Gravely voice. Will fall asleep just about anywhere. Sings self softly to sleep. Falls asleep in regular clothing.

[rpmememaker]

It's Spicy Sunday so feel free to send in any spicy question you'd like!

It doesn't have to be about sex, but it can be. Go crazy!

[blackcatscorner]

@troubldacademic ||

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training ( from Oleander for Bishop~ ) Cloudy skies moved above with the dull shine of the sun attempting its best to peak it's way through the clouds. the canopies of the trees above had helped give the two a bit of cover, with the heavy sun rays over the last few days tanning their once pale skin, now a golden sheen. The smell of rain on the horizon, with the slow rumble across the surface of Gaia, signaled to the two that something was soon to come of the changing atmosphere around them.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, the back of his neck, and down his chest in his usual training attire. The ground below him was hard, dirt-covered and he was quite sure there was a stick that had currently been jabbed into his lower back. Yet that wasn't the part of his predicament that had left the wind knocked out of him, breathless and almost speechless. The weight that shifted above him, his arms pinned outwards and legs entangled with one another. Any other time the son of Morpheus would have been delighted to be in such a position if it wasn't for the fact that the brunette man above him had been squeezing his wrist tighter and tighter by the moment trying to get him to release 'Dream Eater'.

The gritting of his teeth had been loud enough he was sure a tooth was going to crack. His other hand holding his opponent's writer trying to keep his weapon from digging into his throat. Thighs that had straddled his waist now began to clamp tighter and again, Bishop's mind had begun to wander as intrusive thoughts had made their way in. Ollie had always taken his training seriously, it was one of the main reasons that the two had agreed to spar, neither gave up easily. Yet as time went on and the sheen of sweat on the brunette's head above him had begun to drip onto his skin. His pupils blow wide and a harsh grunt of nothing that indicated pain left him. "Leander-" His voice was horse. Sounding like the man had begun to chew on gravel for half an hour. Still, his voice hadn't reached his partner. "Ollie-' His impatient nature at his partner's stubbornness had made his hips buck upwards, doing his best to attempt to throw the man above him, off. He felt himself become agitated, his eyes narrowed at the mood change as the feeling of a bucket of ice water was poured over him. "We said no abilities!" Bishop grunted again, another buck of his hips as the Son of Ares dared to slip the building rage feeling to throw him off. That was a cheap shot and he knew it, after all, they agreed when sparing, no powers allowed. The dirty trick that he was playing made one more buck of his hips into the man above just as his weapon was dropped from his vice-like grip. Just like that. the blade was held to his throat, head angled upwards staring back at the earthy, hazel orbs that had mimicked gold when in the sun. "What now, Salamander?"

[lilaxwinemoved]

The idea that Bishop still wanted to use his weapon instead of a training staff always led Ollie to tease him before they sparred. At the top of the stone steps that lead to the open arena, Oleander would usually turn around to look at Bishop. Wrists hanging over the training staff he carried on broad shoulders. “You can walk back to the pavilion now; come out of here with some dignity? I can wait.”

Damp brown hair stuck to his forehead. They both dripped with sweat as the sun beat down. Rain on the horizon couldn’t come fast enough. At least mud didn’t smell as bad as sweat. 

He never used his naginata during training; he never needed to. The weapon had almost the same functionality as a short staff, save for the blades on either side. Still, he was besting Bishop with it. He’d knocked his legs from under his sparring partner, and now he straddled him. His hands clamped around the other’s wrists. He enjoyed training with Bishop. For many reasons, not just because he had to justify physical intimacy with it for a year. He was hard-headed and full of willpower. Still, Bishop bit off more than he could chew every time he agreed to spar.

Oleander bit down on his tongue as he concentrated on applying pressure to his wrists, his thumb lodged under Bishop’s, trying to pry the sword from his grip.

‘Leander.’

“Tap out,” he hissed with bared his teeth, squinting; it was getting harder for the both of them to keep it up by the second. Still, Ollie kept the grin, moving one hand away to brush back the hair that’d been stuck to his own forehead. 

‘Ollie-’

He didn't hear him that time. He saw Bishop's mouth move, but the word didn't even begin to register with him. Oleander's eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. Something ate at him, zapped the energy out of him. He didn't have control. Ollie finally came to when Bishop yelled at him, blinking his eyes rapidly when his sparring partner mentioned the rules. It had been an accident, really. Using his ability like that.

Bishop had seized the opportunity, bucking his hips with enough force to roll over onto him. Oleander's back, hard against the cool dirt. “Fuck, sorry, sorry.” He dug the crown of his head into the ground beneath them, attempting to make space between the sword and his throat with little to no avail. His eyes stay locked on Bishop's. He breathes rapidly through his nose, pleading. He laid there, trying to catch his breath, but he had no intention of giving up. “I didn’t mean to, I swear.”

[blackcatscorner]

The taunting, the teasing the way he had the smirk upon his lips that left the male feeling something arise in his chest. He had always been that way, for as long as Bishop could remember. His cocky attitude and high on his horse ego as he had turned towards him for help. He was aggressive, for show, bishop deeming his bark was actually worse than his bite and much like his father.

Yet, nothing like him all at once. So when the man agreed to train him, to help him perfect his stance, his skill, and physical abilities instead of relying on sheer power alone. He was surprised to hear the man agree, the Son of Ares was prideful, almost too much. Taunting Bishop about leaving with his dignity but the Son of Morpheus had decided long ago as long as he and his companions made it out alive, it was a victory regardless.

Oleander would beg to differ.

Sweat dropped down his forehead, along his neck and back. His shirt clung to him, sticking as the smell of soil and the sun illuminated his senses. His skin felt like it was on fire, his lungs breathing in the fresh air the outside world had to give him. The sound of birds chirping, animals running through the forest and voices in the far off distance followed by a splash. He assumed people were by the lake side, enjoying soaking in the sun.

Yet, here they were. Fighting, sparing, weapons tossed off towards the side, just out of reach while he called for him, noting the bruising beginning to form on his wrist. The lost look in Ollie’s eyes and the way the younger of the two had bucked upwards attempting to throw him off. The call to him was far out of reach and touch until Bishop had bucked one last time, shouting his name and calling him out for his semi cheating actions. When Ollie had seemed to come back from Olympus, Bishop took the opportunity to flip them over. The blade that had been tossed away almost just out of reach from him moments ago had been pressed to his throat, one hand on his chest, keeping him pushed to the dirt floor below.

Watching as his sparring partner below him had tossed his head to the side, profusely apologizing for his minor fuck up in their agreement. He wasn’t mad, not really, more amused that he let the anger build up inside and eat away at him until it had released. Bishop was intrigued, amused and angled the blade just a bit to force the man to look at him, no longer staring off towards the rest of the arena to avoid his gaze. Both staring at one another, the bruising on his jaw and cheek from the first cheap shot of the day formed. Covered in scrapes, cuts, dirt and who knows what else, he had collected his own breathing.

“I don’t know if I should believe you.”

He teased, a smile of small victory on his face, straddling the man below him while Ollie fought to calm the rage with him and his pounding heart. He was being an ass, he knew that, Leander knew that. But riling him up once again was more fun than not. He knew it was a soft blow to the man, the words hurt more than any blade he could throw at him, but it was also a way that Bishop knew he wasn’t going to be easy on their spar. It also helped Leander know that relying on his anger to get out of things wasn’t always going to work.

“What was that about leaving here with your dignity, again?”

[rpsourcedmemes]

Send 🔫 for my muse to be shot in front of yours

[sabattons]

headless horseman

[showandtelltime]

Caption This!

Caption this! Without context, how would you caption this painting? Reblog to reply.

[blackcatscorner]

The Burning Of Bridges~

[kayruhe]

throwback w victoria by kay ruhe berlin

[h0neyydesign]

Mikkel Jensen x9

[random-questions-fairy]

☆~ Please reblog/like this if you'd like an occasional visit from the Random Oc Questions Fairy! ~☆

[liliamoon]

✧ OC Asks! ✧

I compiled a short list of some questions that I hadn’t seen yet to help you (and me) have some fun while developing OCs. Feel free to answer these yourself, or ask someone else!

1. How does your OC feel about their full name?

2. What do strangers notice about them first?

3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

4. How do they act around a crush?

5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

6. What do they smell like?

7. What is their hair texture like?

8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

11. What color do they look strikingly good in?

12. How do they show affection to someone they love?

13. Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

16. How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?

And that’s all! Remember to reblog with your answers, I’m genuinely curious to hear about other people’s characters/writing processes!

Part II: https://liliamoon.tumblr.com/post/671647292219097088/oc-asks-part-ii

[cursedspaceofair]

dialogue prompts for sexual tension

“try me.”

“make me.”

“bite me.”

“where do you think you’re going?”

“wanna bet?”

“what’s in it for me?”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah, right.”

“you really think you can win?”

“give it your best shot.”

“darling...”

“i dare you.”

“prove it.”

“oh, really?”

“i doubt it.”

“what’s my reward?”

“is that all you got?”

“c’mon, you can hit harder than that.”

“put a little more effort into it.”

“well fuck me.”

“c’mon, ___. dance with me.”

“try again.”

“want me to go easy on you?”

“you’re not tired already, are you?”

“if you beat me at least once, i’ll do whatever you want.”

“come here.”

“close the door.”

“ah, ah, not so fast.”

“did you really think that would work?”

“shut up.”

“hello, sweetheart.”

“enough with the chitchat—let’s talk business.”

“let’s get started, shall we?”