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MOVING TO @ofboundfaerietales!!!!
I am dropping all threads on here unless tagged in a reply to my post on the account mentioned above. I want to be happy on here, RPing, again and I’m just not, so I’m hoping starting over (somewhat) on the new blog will help.
Welcome to Lettie’s “Private” / Sanctuary RP Blog❣️
I will be utilizing this blog while I’m feeling, well, depressed as f—k, but still wish to rp occasionally. It’s going to be a much smaller blog than my other one — which I do plan to return to, @boundfaerietales. Same muses offered, but I’ll be more willing to use “private” muses with RP buddies on here, since — as I said — smaller and therefore more selective. It’s for my sanity to have this secondary blog.
"I would only be unhappy if you ever stopped loving me." (for Relta)
@rcdhaircdhighlandcr | Jamie Fraser x Relta Thornwyck
“Then you shall never be an unhappy man, for I will love you even after the day I die,” Relta promised Jamie, leaning into him affectionately and resting her head on his shoulder. “If reincarnation is real, I think I was supposed to find you in every lifetime,” she confessed sheepishly, taking one of his hands and placing it over where it was easiest to feel her heartbeat, the organ thumping steadily and at a calm pace. “It’s yours, and yours alone,” she swore, kissing his cheek before turning his face to hers and pressing her lips to his with hunger and love both.
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The naked dragon sighed, his scales hardening over his abdomen. The god was muscular and he knew that was part of his allure. He laughed heartedly, but it sounded cold, an odd contrast to his ever warm body.
"Why would you be my ruin, lady?" he soothed, a lecherous smile on his face as he turned to her. "I am the avatar of all chaos. I unravel. I corrupt." He ran a claw up her neck. "And you like it."
Relta didn’t love Chaos, not yet, but she loved what he brought out in her, if she was honest with anyone for once about her feelings. She constantly wore a mask, being the Virgin Flame of Lunaruz despite being no innocent maid. Chaos was not her first, though he was her first primordial divinity. She admired his scaled, tracing some of them in admiration, appreciating them more than even his human muscles. She attributed that to her phoenix side being dominant in her mind around Chaos, due to their flames fueling each others.
“I am goodness and I am rebirth, I am the opposite end of the spectrum from you, despite us desiring each other,” she answered truthfully, not tensing or flinching at his touch around her neck. “Yes, I enjoy laying with you and speaking philosophically with you,” she confirmed for him, leaning down and kissing his scales affectionately, eyes flickering up to Chaos’s when she reached the ‘v’ of his groin. “Do you wish for me to…?” she trailed off, the act considered holy and revenant in Lunaruz, yet she was offering a heretic god her body.
“You really think of me like that?”
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"I think you are one of the gentlest souls I've ever known, Aislin," he whispered, his hands clammy as they glided over hers.
“You are far too sweet to me, Martin,” Aislin responded gently, letting him hold their hands and turning them so she was lacing their fingers together in a gentle yet intimate manner. “I can give and take life, yet…I do my best to stay gentle and kind,” she confessed, bending down with Martin and showing him how she could revive a dying flower he’d accidentally stepped on, it reaching toward the sun once more.
open. some sort of arranged marriage who has or is a dragon lord/ any sort of supernatural or monstrous thing? maybe it's their pet, maybe they shape shift, frankensteins, etc.
She was not where she was supposed to be. After being bathed, Ruby had found a way to escape the chambers she had been locked in for the past few days. She was supposed to marry them so she was being prepared to be perfect for them. But days passed too slow for her. She didn't talk to many people, missed home terribly and didn't have much things to do. So when she found a change to roam through the castle at night, she did. It was dark but she could see enough thanks to the torches on either a side of the hallway. The redhead followed staircase by staircase, lowering down into the dark cellars.
Nothing had prepared her for what was waiting on her behind bars and chained up. "There's no way." - Ruby breathed out as she approached it, big green eyes staring back. The girl shivered in her night gown, fingers reaching out for the bars ever so careful. "I mean no harm, it's alright."
The Wolf King of Desyra sulked in his chambers, knowing his new bride-to-be was in his castle, yet opting to avoid her as to not scare her in his lupine form. The Dread Wolf King, he was called by the few who knew the identity of the local werewolf — the king being haunting yet harmless to livestock and humans alike. He simply was scary, terrifying really, and he was hoping to avoid his future bride from ever seeing him like this.
Sebastian looked up from the book his clawed hangs held, hearing Ruby’s voice and his eyes widening in alarm, dropping the book and staying as still as possible as to not incite fear in Ruby. “And I mean you none,” a growling-adjacent noise left Sebastian’s muzzle. “I apologize for us meeting like this,” he apologized, looking down with guilt in his eyes.
“I understand, and swear I won’t be shady or anything untoward like that. You don’t deserve that,” Aveline informed Elias, taking one of his hands and holding it to the center of her chest so he could feel her heartbeat staying steady in her honesty. At his possessive words, Aveline couldn’t help but blush and look flustered for a moment despite her usual composure, nodding. “As long as you’re mine as well, once I earn that right again,” she responded after regaining her cool. Stepping closer, Aveline stood on her toes and kissed the brunet’s cheek chastely. “I haven’t been with anyone in the time since we were last together, if that matters,” she confessed sheepishly, giving him an embarrassed smile.
"right." he says with an exhale. she shouldn't make promises so quick, letting her take his hand, placing it over her chest. feeling the soft beating of her heart against his palm. "as long as you don't break me, i think we'll be fine. it does matter, i thank you for telling me -- it's important to know. well, i was too preoccupied with writing music for me to even consider hooking up with people." dropping his hand from her chest to curl around her waist, bringing her closer until the space between was no more. "hopefully he finds out soon, otherwise i might just beat him up until his understands." throwing a playful warning. "i don't want to get to that point but i will if i have to."
“I promise, and I mean this, that I will never intentionally break any amount of your heart,” Aveline informed him, knowing she was being a bit intense, but was desperate to get across her sincerity. “I’ve loved you since you took me on a date after we were study buddies in college, so I don’t think I’ll want to be with someone else even if given the opportunity,” she accidentally blurted out, as if they’d never said the “L” word to each other before. “I’m also….relieved no one has swept you up in my time away,” she managed to put it awkwardly, but leaned into his touch and closed her eyes in bliss and calmness for the first time in months.
@boundfaerietales Alex and Relta
"I came to check on you." Alexandrei said as he stood in the doorway of her home. "I haven't heard anything from you so I just wanted to make sure that you were safe."
“Alex, you’re too kind, and compassionate. I merely was giving myself time to rest and recuperate,” Relta explained, holding an old robe of Enzo’s that still smelled of his cologne. “Come in, out of the heat,” she instructed him, offering her arm to link his with. “I have tea brewing, as my doctor doesn’t want me drinking coffee and of course alcohol is off the table,” she chuckled softly, though her ribs ached from her injury.
" would you stay and sit with me for a little bit? "
”Is everything alright? Just want company?” he asked, tucking a stray lock of his overgrown hair behind his ear as they sat next to her, offering a hand to hold if she so desired. “Life’s been rough lately, hasn’t it?” he asked, his tone of voice gentle and comforting, despite his apparent youth. “Just…tell me to shut up or how I can help,” they requested of her.
open starter: masc/nb/trans women, 25+ || muse: Aislin Thornwyck plot inspo: [here] & in the source @indiestarter
“You have returned! I was fearful you wouldn’t,” Aislin confessed to her knightly lover, knowing Y/M by their gait from a good deal of distance. Kissing them through their visor, Aislin’s slip fell down slightly, reaving her cleavage slightly. “I missed you, and you recall what I promised you upon your return, I hope?” she whispered into their ear, smiling playfully despite being rather nervous for laying with them would be…a new experience. Stepping back slightly, she let any remaining garments fall from her form, only pearl earrings remaining as she undid her hair from its updo and let it fall in waves over her breasts and back. “I am yours, from this night forth,” she swore, having the authority as crown princess to bless even her own union.
The House of Owens was not known for producing the bravest knights or wealthy nobles, what they had produced were brilliant craftsmen and poets of great renown. Tyson had cleverness and ingenuity. He had courage for days, and a great desire to return to his loved ones in one piece. He had artificed armor that regenerated his wounds in battle and a sword whose blade erupted into flames when the codeword was sounded. And now he'd returned to princess Aislin's side, bloodied up and bruised but nothing a bath wouldn't fix. Maybe a few nights of rest. "Honey, you wouldn't believe the day I had at work today; absolute killer it was," he said, lifting his visor's lower shielding so he could kiss his princess, his gauntlets dropped to hold her hips lovingly. "I am sure I do, but you'd forgive my lapse in memory; it seems some brute decided to test the durability of their new club and thought my helmet a perfect match for quality control.
He gazed at her lovingly and reverently, a resounding 'ting' sounding from his armor. He removed his helmet, smiling to her with a steady contingent of the teeth he'd left with. "Would you want me as I am now? Covered in what I can only assume to be a mix of my blood and the blood of those who tried to keep me from you? Because I think sharing a bath with you would be heaven on earth."
”It better not literally have been a killer, with all the blood on your armor,” Aislin chastised out of concern, putting her hands on Sir Tyson’s arms and looking up at him, sans when he kissed her. “I’m going to test the durability of his spine if I encounter him,” her eyes glowed a darker shade of purple as she made the promise of a threat for having harmed the one she loved.
She waved her hand, instantly restoring his missing teeth, and nodded, “I’ll take you alive, no matter what shape you’re in. That’s love,” she informed him, casting another spell to stir up some boiling water at her fireplace, the bathtub already in her bedchambers. “I’m going to tend to you first, then we can have some more carnal fun,” she added, kissing his now not covered cheek.
“I will also fund your investment in better armor,” she added thinking aloud, “I don’t want the man I am to spend my life with dying early on me, especially if preventable.”
"Fear not my love, tis not all mine," he said. "Well, he's going to have much to recover from after mighty Gundloch finished his stern talking to upon the assailant." And by that he means the giant brawler wailing on the attacker with his mighty fists. He moved his jaw about, his teeth returning to normal. "Thank you, Aislin. Those happened to be some of my favorite teeth."
He nodded, removing his armor and the undergarments below: tunic, breeches, etcetera. "Your generosity knows no bounds, and I look forward to repaying your kindness. Especially with your favorite; the oral sex. I do like how good I am at pleasing you between your legs with my tongue.
“It better not be,” Aislin scolded, helping Tyson get undressed so she could tend to his wounds properly, her gaze remaining above his waist as to not look where she shouldn’t be, not as a princess that was. “I should just raise an army of the dead against that Gundloch at this point, if you keep getting hurt battling him,” she informed him, casually reminding him of the extent of her powers. “Of course, I’ll always be here to revive you,” she promised him.
”I’m not being generous—oh!” Aislin’s face turned bright red, biting her lower lip nervously. “Much as I adore when you do that, you need rest after getting walloped on,” she informed him, folding her arms over her chest stubbornly and in hopes it’d keep her from breaking down and ‘allowing’ Tyson to pleasure her.
@corsetslaced liked here for a starter and got Lisa for Sebastian! Song: Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land by Marina. Lyrics italicized & in bold.
"You don't have to be like everybody else." Lisa says with a small smile.
Everyone else had told her not to move to NYC. Not to start dancing at The Avenue. But that had been what had saved her. Saved her and still does from her grief swallowing her whole. "Being 'normal' is overrated, anyway." At least, Lisa thinks so. The norm never changes, after all. And wouldn't it be so boring if everyone was the same? No, the world is much more exciting as it is. With tons of different people living their different lives.
”You sound like me trying to inspire my students,” Sebastian mused, rather entertained by Lisa’s words sounding so similar to his own. “I guess if I’d say the same, then I agree with you,” he added with a chuckle, nodding and then sitting down at the table across from her, holding a surprisingly frozen coffee drink that he wouldn’t call real coffee due to its ratio with sugar and milk. “NYC is fascinating, yet I’ve always felt like I’ve been in this protective bubble since being employed in the city,” he confessed. “So, who are you trying to prove wrong?” Sebastian asked, half teasing.
“My momma died before she could impart any life lessons, but my daddy told me to go after what I want,” Aveline commented, stepping toward Gabe and away from his bike, looking up at him with a playful, seductive expression on her face. She reached up, taking his cigarette from him, taking a drag and then offering it back to him. “Nice taste,” she exhaled downward, not wanting to make Gabe cough.
Gaze moved behind her as she strode forward, quick to check his bike or what he could see of it. His attention was pulled back to her as fingers reached up, plucking cigarette from his grasp and expression darkened slightly. "Well you keep listenin to advice like that and you just may lose a finger darlin." He glanced away for a moment, shaking his head before eyes landed back on her. Gabe said nothing instead taking a quick pull from cigarette before dropping it and crushing it beneath his heel. "Not even my right hand touches my bike and no one touches my smokes. So you're gonna need one hell of a reason for bein here right now with all this," he gestures vaguely to her, "attitude."
Aveline was a daring individual, seeming to have no sense of self-preservation or over-confidence….or perhaps both, most who didn’t know her well couldn’t be sure. “I think it’s worth the risk, if I want something or someone enough and haven’t been outright rejected,” she stated as a retort. She pouted when he only took a single pull of his cigarette and took out two from her own supply, offering one to Gabe. “Understood, and because I have an offer….a deal?…for you,” she informed him, smirking a bit as she realized what he said and that he’d still taken a final draw from the cig before extinguishing it. Maybe he didn’t immediately hate her, which was to her benefit.
“This isn’t dancing. Stop smiling and try to hit me.” - Relta to Axel
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Despite her demand to stop smiling, it didn't fade. His eyebrows furrowed in faux confusion. With the hand he caught in her strike, he used her earlier momentum to pull her in closer to him. "You wouldn't liken fighting to dancing?" He asked. "I'd say they're quite similar. It's all in the technique and motion after all." He knew a part of her wanted to see him train in his natural state with her, but why would he waste an opportunity to mess around with the princess while having enough plausible deniability?
Relta couldn’t help but pout up at Axel’s continuing smile, much as she was not so secretly endeared to him at this point. She was frustrated that he could match each of her blows, or catch them at minimum. “I would, but when I fight, I usually have magic to use,” she reminded him, her emerald eyes flashing golden momentarily. “Yes, so if I treat this more like a waltz, perhaps I’ll pin you instead?’ she asked, a teasing challenge. She then retracted and let her hands glow before her sparring attire turned into an elegant ballgown. “If I can move in this, I can move in anything, wouldn’t you say?” she asked with a growing smirk. She had the suspicion he was as weak for her looking elegant as she was for him when in armor.
“Ethan! You can’t just surprise me in the shower!” Joan chastized.
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"That never stopped me before," he growled as he entered the shower. As he did so, his lips collided with hers, and a devilish grin resurfaced. "Oops," Ethan purred, "where are my manners?"
Joan kissed him deeply, hand snaking into his pants despite not wanting him to have them on any longer. “I will do as you please, for two days,” she offered him after breaking the kiss, her body very responsive to Ethan’s mere presence in such an intimate setting. “Truly, I’d love if you washed my hair for me,” she confessed, smiling sheepishly at him now, despite her body being bared before him.
open to: f connection: anything (taboo very welcome) plot: nick is a nudist and y/m knocked on his front door. he answers in the nude and wasn't expecting you. fc: chris evans
Nick got up from his seat and walked over to his front door after he heard a knock. He didn't bother to check who it was through the peephole. He figured whoever it was knew who he was, and by proxy knew about his nudist lifestyle. He opened the front door, his cock hanging between his legs and smiled. "Hey there! I wasn't expecting any company."
“Hey, Nick,” Avelin began,, managing to keep her gaze locked with his, even if to an uncomfortable amount of time for it to feel natural or organic. She wanted to respect him, and that meant not ogling his heavy hanging cock when saying hello. “I just wanted to offer you the book you commented on me reading the other day. Unlike libraries, I don’t have a due date,” she smiled warmly, offering a cheesy yet thrilling rom-com type book to Nick. “I’d love to. hear how you like it,” she grinned wider, taking the moment of Nick glancing at the book cover to glance at what he was packing and biting her lower lip appreciatively. Her gaze immediately snapped up to his when he stopped looking at the book, eyes dazzling and sparkling with playfulness.
“Sorry, bad dream.” ~ Orla Toal
sometimes he swore he saw the sea in her hair. little baubles of shell and pearl winking in the waves, her laugh like the sound of an ocean breeze kissing wind chimes sweetly. then he'd glance again and there was just a girl, a tiny slip of a thing looking at him with eyes that felt weighted like anchors.
one wrong step and he'd be drowning.
"It happens. Ain't gotta apologize none for it, you want somethin' to settle your nerves? I got a fresh pitcher of iced peach tea," he offers, thumb jerking toward the fridge of this kitchen he'd found her in.
Orla had no idea if Rae knew what she was, that she was essentially a ‘monster from the deep’ in her most powerful form. Cuthulu but sexy, or so she’d jest with friends.
She was an oceanic queen, yet also just a young woman desperate to be seen as a whole rather than just a crown or just a girl. Rae seemed to, which endeared Orla to him.
She felt borderline protective of him, despite his energy suggesting that he was not exactly human. “I’d really appreciate that, actually, I’ve never had peach tea,” she confessed, curious about the taste if her companion recommended it.
Orla spun around to see her….kind of…girlfriend, the beautiful ginger still in their shared hotel bed. ‘Lil, you’re ruining my surprise,” she pouted, showing Lily her phone, having an order for two breakfasts to be brought up to their room by room service. “I wanted to surprise you with a nice breakfast being ready and warm when you woke up,” Orla confessed, not usually being such a romantic. “I was just going to put the doorknob hook to ‘open’ rather than ‘do not disturb’,” she explained before crawling back into bed with Lily and pulling her into an amorous embrace.
Lily hadn't meant to really ruin anything, certainly not a surprise. It was just seeing Orla pull out her phone she got worried she was getting an Uber or something like that. So when the phone was turned towards her and she heard what she'd actually been up to she couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry! That wasn't the goal, was just a tad worried is all." Lily saw no reason to keep those thoughts from her. "That's really sweet of you by the way, thank you." Orla was not exactly romantic so Lily as sure to treasure each time she went out of her way to be romantic.
Watching her return to the bed, crawling towards her Lily smiled making room for before happily taking her into her arms. As soon as she was able she peppered kisses onto the other woman's cheeks. "I think it can wait a second," she insisted brightly in between kisses.
Orla was secretly deeply romantic, loving pampering her lovers with romantic gestures, be they small like breakfast or grand like Orla arriving on horseback to ask them out. Yes, she’d done both, and both had gone amazingly. Lily, however, threw her a bit and she wasn’t certain how to romance the redhead aside from a collection of small romantic acts. “You…were worried I was leaving?” Orla asked, her voice gentle and soft as she walked back over to Lily and sat next to her, taking one of her hands in her own before the two embraced. “I concur, I’d much rather be in your arms,” she confessed uncharacteristically shyly, biting her lower lip sheepishly. “Lily…you realize I’m head over heels for you, right?” she asked, wanting to assure Lily if she didn’t know how deeply Orla felt for her.
