Wicked, Winged, Rebellious

We walk among you, wearing your flesh.. You will never know. You will never know. (Indie fallen angel rp from theology)

[kuutamosonaatti]

A.J Hamilton

[rp-meme-glaceon]

More Unusual Questions for your Muse

🦇- If your muse had wings, would they be feathered and bird-like, leathery bat-like wings, or insect-like fairy or butterfly wings? 🙊- How good are they at keeping secrets? 🎖- Is your muse the “forgive and forget” type or do they hold grudges? ⚖️- If your muse had superpowers, what would they be? 📐- Did your muse get an education? What was their best subject in their studies? 🖋- If your muse was an author/poet, what kind of stories would they write about? 📕- What “Banned Books” could you see your muse reading? 🔖- When they shop, does the price or product matter more? 🐶- If your muse was forced to get a pet, what would they get? ✌️-How often did they get into trouble as a kid? ⭐️- What’s their favorite constellation in the night sky? 🍼- Would your muse raise an abandoned orphan they found or opt to relocate them to an orphanage instead? 🏄‍♀️- What kind of leisurely sports do they partake in on their downtime? 💐- What are their favorite flowers? 👑- How would your muse react if they suddenly found out that they were the long-lost heir to a rich kingdom? 👒- If your muse were to take someone on a first date, where would they go and how would they behave? 💥- if Your muse wakes up with complete amnesia, how would they react? How scared would they be? What caused it? 🍳- What does your muse’s typical breakfast, lunch, and dinner look like after their larder has been fully replenished? 🎣- Would your muse go fishing for any reason? Would they catch-and-eat or catch-and-release? 🎼- What part in a choir would your muse sing? Soprano (½), Bass, Tenor, or Alto? 🎬- Pick three movies you could see your muse watching (and enjoying) 🎨- Find two famous pieces of artwork you think your muse would enjoy.

[justanotherrpmeme]

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[calliophies]

mythology moodboard: icarus

[dragonroleplaystarters]

☆ﾟSentences → Exhibitionism/Rough Kink

NSFW

❝ I want you to unbutton the first few buttons on your top.” 

❝ You’re gonna wear this out today—yes, it’s revealing. ❞  

❝ You’re not going to put any underwear on when we go out. ❞  

❝ Put this skirt on. Once we’re out, I want you to show off. Bend down, lean over. ❞  

❝ What’s the matter, you afraid someone will see us? ❞  

❝ I want them to see, I want them to watch us. ❞  

❝ I’m going to finger you under the table. Think you can sit still? ❞ 

❝ How hard do you think I can make you before someone notices? I bet I could make you cum. ❞  

❝ Shut up and get against the wall. I’m fucking you right here in this alley, I don’t care who watches. ❞  

❝ Oh, what’s wrong, baby? Don’t want the others to know how much of a slut you are? ❞ 

❝ Get over my lap. Good, I want the others to watch you get punished. ❞  

❝ Maybe you shouldn’t have dressed this way if you didn’t want someone to rip these clothes off. ❞ 

❝ Get on your knees and open that mouth. Let’s see if you perform better with an audience. ❞  

❝ You want me to fuck you right here, where someone could walk in on us? ❞  

❝ Lean up against the window. That’s it, press your chest against the glass. ❞ 

[nooonbinaryyyy]

Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to plunder heaven blind, steal from all the gods?

[givemeangstymemes]

Reblog if it’s okay to reply to an open starter and send you memes although we haven’t RPed before

[gvgvdans]

- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts

“ did you really have to be that honest? ” “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” “ you changed me. ” “ was this all just a joke to you? ” “ i don’t want to know. ” “ can we start over? ” “ you make me feel so insecure. ” “ i don’t know if i can love you. ” “ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ” “ of course it meant something! ” “ stop yelling! ” “ i gave up on you a long time ago. ” “ you think i care about you? cute. ” “ did you just forget about me or something? ” “ i still need you. ” “ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ” “ you said you would keep trying! ” “ no, you ARE strong. ” “ you promised me! ” “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” “ i gave you everything i had. ” “ your eyes can be so cruel … ” “ i can never do anything right can i !? ” “ i want my life back. ” “ stop crying. ” “ you should go. ” “ don’t come back. ” “ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” “ just stop it. ” “ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”

[loisnclark]

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[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

please reblog if you love oc’s / fully support your oc rp partners 

[helpinghandsrpc]

Send “¡!” and I’ll tell you 3 ideas I have for a plot between our characters

They could be anything from short to even a paragraph long, but it’s a great way to find a jumping off point and some ooc communication!

[ofxavalon-archive]

tips for interacting with a multimuse blog

NEVER BE AFRAID TO TELL US WHO YOU’D LIKE TO INTERACT WITH. 

We won’t be offended if you followed for one particular muse, we’ll just be happy you liked that one!

Understand that maybe we don’t have muse for all the muses all the time. It may take us a little bit to get back to that one particular thread

If you want to interact with EVERY SINGLE MUSE WE HAVE we also will not be upset about that

other multis feel free to add more to this

[castoutofheaven]

Closed | Tax Breaks

@andhowdeathbecomesher

Zephon spent his days in front of the screen, typing away. Today he was forging tax documents for clients, and filing heavily modified returns, when he heard a knock at the door.

He did not answer. He knew who was outside, and knew that she did not need him to open the door. He also didn’t wait for her to enter before he spoke. “What do you want? Balam isn’t here.”

[andhowdeathbecomesher]

“He called ahead.” Death sighed, putting away her umbrella and sitting down.

“He’ll be here soon enough. You know what day it is. Care to join us? We’re playing in actual gold this time.” She chuckled looking at the thunderstorm that was raging outside.

[castoutofheaven]

He swiveled to face her for just a moment before turning back to the screen. “Don’t know what day it is, actually. Tuesday I think? I’ve been holed up here for a week creating blueprints. Still trying to figure out Nikola Tesla’s death ray.”

Zephon’s fingers drummed rapidly on the desk, His other hand flying across the keyboard.

[andhowdeathbecomesher]

“Ok sweetie time to take a break.” Death smiled and saved his file to the cloud before killing the computer.

“Come join mama and Balam. I think you’re going a little crazy here. “

[castoutofheaven]

Both hands flattened across the desk as his jaw tightened. “You know I hate when you call yourself my mother. I’m not going to sit here and beg you to fix the computer like a teenager, either.” Zephon stood smoothly, straightening his clothing. “I’m going to the computer café to continue my work. Tell Balam and whatever other hooligans you’re dragging into the house that I said good luck.”

[andhowdeathbecomesher]

Death poured but at least he was leaving the house. “Stay for a round it’ll be fun. You work too hard. Overworking is going to kill you one day if you’re not careful.”

[castoutofheaven]

“Hard work never killed an angel. If Jaluha stops by, tell him I need to talk to him about that ridiculous email he sent me.” He plucked his coat from the rack, swinging it over his shoulders as he disappeared out the door.

It would only be another few minutes before the others began to return from their day jobs and hobbies. First in the door was Rabdos, one arm drenched in blood, and his long hair tied up in a bun as he stalked towards the stairs, nodding a greeting.

[castoutofheaven]

Closed | Tax Breaks

@andhowdeathbecomesher

Zephon spent his days in front of the screen, typing away. Today he was forging tax documents for clients, and filing heavily modified returns, when he heard a knock at the door.

He did not answer. He knew who was outside, and knew that she did not need him to open the door. He also didn’t wait for her to enter before he spoke. “What do you want? Balam isn’t here.”

[andhowdeathbecomesher]

“He called ahead.” Death sighed, putting away her umbrella and sitting down.

“He’ll be here soon enough. You know what day it is. Care to join us? We’re playing in actual gold this time.” She chuckled looking at the thunderstorm that was raging outside.

[castoutofheaven]

He swiveled to face her for just a moment before turning back to the screen. “Don’t know what day it is, actually. Tuesday I think? I’ve been holed up here for a week creating blueprints. Still trying to figure out Nikola Tesla’s death ray.”

Zephon’s fingers drummed rapidly on the desk, His other hand flying across the keyboard.

[andhowdeathbecomesher]

“Ok sweetie time to take a break.” Death smiled and saved his file to the cloud before killing the computer.

“Come join mama and Balam. I think you’re going a little crazy here. “

[castoutofheaven]

Both hands flattened across the desk as his jaw tightened. “You know I hate when you call yourself my mother. I’m not going to sit here and beg you to fix the computer like a teenager, either.” Zephon stood smoothly, straightening his clothing. “I’m going to the computer café to continue my work. Tell Balam and whatever other hooligans you’re dragging into the house that I said good luck.”

[castoutofheaven]

Closed | Tax Breaks

@andhowdeathbecomesher

Zephon spent his days in front of the screen, typing away. Today he was forging tax documents for clients, and filing heavily modified returns, when he heard a knock at the door.

He did not answer. He knew who was outside, and knew that she did not need him to open the door. He also didn’t wait for her to enter before he spoke. “What do you want? Balam isn’t here.”

[andhowdeathbecomesher]

“He called ahead.” Death sighed, putting away her umbrella and sitting down.

“He’ll be here soon enough. You know what day it is. Care to join us? We’re playing in actual gold this time.” She chuckled looking at the thunderstorm that was raging outside.

[castoutofheaven]

He swiveled to face her for just a moment before turning back to the screen. “Don’t know what day it is, actually. Tuesday I think? I’ve been holed up here for a week creating blueprints. Still trying to figure out Nikola Tesla’s death ray.”

Zephon’s fingers drummed rapidly on the desk, His other hand flying across the keyboard.

[xfdreamsandvisions]

castoutofheaven‌:

Iabiel laughed, warm and melodic. “Ian Baxter, nice to meet you. Do I get the same courtesy?” The former angel had a life here on Earth, to support his antics, as did his brothers who had come from the depths with him. It would have been quite a shock if she had suspected anything.

“It’s only fair I get your name as well, how else are we going to secretly Google each other,” he winked, swirling the drink in his glass.

“I believe there’s a lot I could find about you. A man like you must be very popular.”

Now, as she kept this little game going, especially after she had taken a sip of her drink, which had spread a pleasant warmth across her body, she realised her worries apparently were not as serious as she hard considered them to be. Not serious enough to make her enjoy this evening any less.

“My name’s Lucille Blackmore, but do call me Lucy, sounds less formal,” she introduced herself, flashing a brilliant smile at Ian.

[castoutofheaven]

“Lucky Lucy, how lovely. What do you do, Lucy?” He waved for another round, leaning forwards slightly as though fascinated by her. This was his job, attracting people in relationships, and ruining them. Lucy, at least, was beautiful, so that would make tonight a bit of fun if nothing else, and Balam would gone happy to hear of it.

[castoutofheaven]

Closed | Tax Breaks

@andhowdeathbecomesher

Zephon spent his days in front of the screen, typing away. Today he was forging tax documents for clients, and filing heavily modified returns, when he heard a knock at the door.

He did not answer. He knew who was outside, and knew that she did not need him to open the door. He also didn’t wait for her to enter before he spoke. “What do you want? Balam isn’t here.”