DEAF LOVE

[deafingers-blog]

     “You know your day is bad when the only thing you’re excited for is McDonalds.”

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     “One time, when I was thirteen, I took a handful of colorful rocks my grandma kept in a bowl and ate them. Even after thinking they can’t be candy, I took another handful and ate more.”

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let mob say fuck

[percipiunt-blog1]

     Apollo couldn’t help the furrow of his own brow once he felt the sudden change in atmosphere. She covered herself up rather quickly, but, well, it’s kind of hard to get things past him. 

     He decided he wouldn’t push it. Maybe he could get her comfortable with him again? Bringing his volume back down, he spoke again.

“ Looong day. Well, long case- finally over today, though, so I figured I’d let myself catch a break. “

[deafingers-blog]

     “I see, I see. Now- tell me what it is you like. If we don’t have it, I’ll just get you something I think you like.”

     She did drink away half the supplies the other day- and Viskis was out getting more, but who knew when they would be back. She was slightly getting more comfortable once again- as long as he didn’t bring up anything more about being a lawyer, maybe she would live to see another day in this bar.

     “You want something to eat, too? I’m the best cook. How old are you, anyway? You look a bit too small to me.” Says the 6′6″ lady.

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     “I know people with big breasts can just shove anything into their bra and pull it out no problem, but what about people with no chest? I don’t even have to wear a bra, and when I do they’re sports bras and anything I shove in my bra looks really out of place.”

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“ If you insist– “ He snickers mid-sentence; it all felt very silly, but he played along. “ Nice braces. “

“ – Right?! It’s nice. “ Apollo’s pretty excited, too, and it shows in his increase in volume. He can’t really help it. “ I’m a lawyer. My boss is- er, was- a lawyer, too. It’s kind of a long story. “ 

[deafingers-blog]

     “Now didn’t that feel good?”

     Her expression shifts for a moment- a surprised look, mouth agape, then suddenly worried. But, soon enough she is back to smiling, however it looks quite forced as of right now.

     “Well, Mr. Lawyer. What brings you to my fancy schmancy bar?”

[betontemaler-blog]

                                        drawing is my passion

                                                       art credit

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i cant believe im being convinced to make a vera misham rp blog

[deafingers-blog]

     “’Why are you drinking all the booze?’ Heh.”

     She’s rubbing the bruised side of her jaw and frowns. Tonight is just a mess.

[bartenderesque]

                      “ Why are you tdrinking all our booze.  We sell that. “

[deafingers-blog]

     “I’ve had a drinking problem since I was thirteen- you’re really asking me this? Also because I hate myself and because why not. I’m already a mess- let’s just make it worse.”

[bartenderesque]

          “ I’d hate you too if you threw up in me.                                       Did you call a plumber ? “

[deafingers-blog]

     “Viskis I love you why are you so mean to me.                   I’ve been pretty much drunk all day. Do you think I thought of anything?”

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     She walked back home herself and just gave up on the toilet- it was too tiring. Who needs a toilet when you can piss in a cup and just throw it out the window?

     It was hard to tell whenever Viskis would come home- and now she’s just talking to herself.

     “I miiiiss Viskis because I’m so needy and I love them lots and lots-       I don’t really know how to rhyme this I just- think they are hot.

      There we go!”

[deafingers-blog]

     “Viskis is the sweetest person I’ve ever met. They’ve cared for me more than my parents ever did and I can’t help but smile when they’re around. They always make my day brighter and I’m so happy to have them in my life.

      They’re also super hot.”

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rough touch ( pls hit me... i'm a child )

22. My muse attempts to push off yours.

     “Go away.”

     Her voice was quiet, and her cheeks were stained with tears. Strands of her long hair were plastered to her face and she visibly shook as she pulled her legs up to herself, wrapped her arms around them. She buried her head in her knees but looked back up quickly at the sound of footsteps moving closer, and a small hand touching her arm. She grabbed his own arm with her hand and violently shoved him away, yelling in his face.

     “Stop touching me! Don’t come near me!”

[memeroundups]

Send ‘rough touch’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses. 

[hoodiecn]

     …  Until they get back that’s fine.  How will you know they’re back, though ?                      Also, Nick.  My name is Nick Wright.  But just call me Nick. 

[deafingers-blog]

     I can read minds.      No, not really. They’ll just text me.

     I’m Bobby. Someone told me they work for you- they’re like, a lawyer and stuff.

[hoodiecn]

     Well uh, you’re more than welcome to the agency ?  Until you feel better I guess.                   Just don’t break the toilet.

[deafingers-blog]

     I’ll just stay until Viskis gets home and fixes the toilet- I never got your name, you know.

          I’m not going to it’s not my fault it even broke.