high priestess.

Independent | HIGHLY Selective Midler from JJBA | Penned By Camille #daisaishi

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hey in case y’all wanna follow me over, i got all my muses on one blog now and it’s here

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hey in case y’all wanna follow me over, i got all my muses on one blog now and it’s here

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attractdistract replied to your post

honestly, if it’s easier for you, do it.

i’ve got two whole ass blogs that i don’t even use because it’s tedious to log off and on different blogs

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im thinking about moving all of my blogs onto one blog, and making it a multimuse for jjba. keeping up with all my logins and all that is so hard and i just. would rather have everything in one place.

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anyway let midler do a private show 👀

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A dom roughly fucking their sub, the sub crying into the mattress, screaming for them while the dom keeps saying, “that’s it, angel, let everyone know who makes you scream in pleasure.”

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how do i stop myself from turning thirty

wait this isn’t google

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midler: i dont wanna let people in to see the real me and be too attached also midler, 2 conversations in: where were u you’ve been gone 2 seconds i missed u

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"I miss running down the hills, following the flowing river down to a small creek along with my sister as we just didn't care about anything in the world. Roll around the dirt and just laughing at nothing really. I remember getting scolded by the mean nun at the orphanage. She really was mean, once grabbing a wooden broom stick and smacking right across my head. Leaving a small scar, wanna see it?" Not giving her a chance to say yes, already pulling away at the thick hair behind his ear.

Her head rested in her arms as she laid on her stomach atop his mattress. Her head turned to the side he was on, keeping her eyes on him as he spoke his mind. Children with no cares in the world, it caused her to smile at the thought. He spoke often of his sister, and she could only hope he would get the revenge he so wanted. Though, she’d never say that she took what happened to the girl personally, those were the types of men she hated most. Men attacking those weaker than them. It made her remember the men she had known. How often she dealt with them personally, though she had little say in what happened to her. Nevermind that, this was about him right now. 

A carefree childhood, albeit in an orphanage with no real knowledge of if the two would ever get adopted. It was still much better than having your entire life planned for you, better than having the idea of marriage and children shoved down your throat the second you learned to walk and talk. Midler swallowed back the feeling that rose from her stomach to her throat, and she let her eyes wander to the scar he showed her. 

Before she could even think about what she was doing, her hand reached out to let her fingers trace over it, “A broomstick?” Why on Earth -- a person that was supposed to be kind, hitting a child. The irony. “Did it hurt?”

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how do i stop myself from turning thirty

wait this isn’t google

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i’d like to announce that i got all my christmas shopping done FINALLY and now i’m just waiting for everything to come in the mail, so like. hit me up to plot out some shit

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if you think that even in her 30′s that midler wouln’t be listening to girl bands you’re wrong

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hi have year old photos bc i hate anything i took recently

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"If you were to ask me to hold the weight your worries on my shoulders just so you can sleep at ease at night. I'll do it each and every night."

Her head rested on the pillow beside him, her arms wrapped around his much larger arm, fingers tracing shapes at random along his skin. Resting and speaking about this and that, and she took a moment to process what she had just heard. 

Her fingers stopped their motions, and her grip on his arm grew tighter, pushing her body closer to his. He didn’t know what he was saying. He didn’t need someone like her weighing him down with all her problems. It was too much a load for him to bear, and she could never -- would never -- ask him to do so. Thus, she inhaled, but not before letting her thoughts get away from her again, as she thought about what could be, but never would be. He deserved so much more than that. 

Midlers voice was quiet as she spoke, and she buried her face in his body.      “--Don’t --           I’m not worth it.”

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babygirl

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Xx

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hey give me interactions w ur muse that i haven’t yet uwu

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The fact that it’s freezing in my apartment reminds me that midler hates cold weather. Find her curled up in her like 8 blankets and buried in pillows when the weather gets cold