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Janaina Medeiros
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@dekimare-blog
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
[ Independent OC; personal do not reblog ]
Slay Girl.
radiantdescender:
Why did the strangest things always seem to happen to Rias when she was daydreaming? Well, she probably shouldn’t have been daydreaming while waiting for the light at the crosswalk to change, but she could daydream anywhere if she put her mind to it.
Still, being tapped was a shock. The question even more so.
“Um, that’s…” Rias frowned softly and pulled the front of her shirt open to sniff herself. This would be the second time someone had commented on it. “I’m… pretty sure that’s just me…”
Her sense of smell had always been a bit more heightened than the rest of them. She could never quite understand why, but at times it came in handy, and in others it caused for rather awkward moments. Nude lips curled into a faint smile as the goddess glanced over the other female, “My, well I have to say it’s a wonderful scent.” It was rare when she was out and about to pick up on such a distinct smell (since there were so many others around her), “I must apologize if it came off as odd, but I just had to say something!”
blooddrippingsmiles:
The male turns around, red eye gleaming bright wondering who just bumped into them. An apologetic smile moving it’s way to their pale face with their white sleeves moving up and down in a shrug.
“ I am already wearing a jacket, miss. If I seem cold then perhaps it is the jacket that’s cold? “
She honestly hadn’t even noticed his attire; her mind had been far too focused on the chill that ran through her upon contact. Two calloused palms raised in an apologetic manner as her face hardened (she felt a bit embarrassed), “Oh I hadn’t even realized!” How had she not realized? “Perhaps I do need one then; how funny seeing how I’m usually not effected by the cold... I wonder if I could be coming down with something.”
Could gods even get sick?
@vernxte [ A ]
“Yes, it is quite chilly out. If they stay out much longer they will most likely perish...” While it might be a poor choice, the goddess would rather keep the vegitation of dying, and so she slowly made her way towards the pots, “Mayhap we should take them; if not they will be dead soon. What do you think?”
chisaifae:
✿ - The demure figure of the fae craned her neck upwards to get a better look at the person who had crouched near her. She was surprised by this greeting, it was more common for people to pass her without notice. Especially when the tiny fae was standing on the ground as opposed to the air. But Nyx loved the attention, grasping the finger of the other with dainty hands. “Hi, my name’s Nyx.” She chimed in an upbeat tone.
“Nyx? What a lovely name for a lovely creature such as yourself.” The goddess cooed as she smiled at the being. Today truly must have been her lucky one. She was truly blessed to be able to run into the forest people whom she had always had an interest in. Had she still been up with the other gods she most likely would have spent much of her time wandering about the greenery in order to meet it’s inhabitants... Sadly that wasn’t an option anymore, “Nyx, might I ask an odd question? Do you have an idea as to who I am?”
Assassin’s Creed OC here (this tiny menace was suppose to be a modern day character but she’s too angry for that and since I’m playing AC right now I though hey… Why not make her one?). She will work for anyone, but if you piss her off she’ll straight up ditch you and stab you if you aren’t lucky so watch out.
Why did she ever agree to wear this ridiculous outfit? This was a boxing ring, not a damn wrestling match, “I don’t care how much I love my job; if they have me do this once more I will quit.”
;; still seeking other Gangsta rp blogs to interact with, or even non-Gangsta rp blogs that are willing to throw themselves into the Gangsta universe! Hit me and Emmy up!
♣ … indie Gangsta oc.
♣ … mun is 21+ y/o. 2.5 years tumblr rp experience. super chill, bro.
“You’re going to break me.”
[ Meme ]
A sigh escaped her lips as she heard the complaint. How could this man be whining? She wasn’t even being as rough as she knew she could be. A calloused hand raised before the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room. Palm pressed to his upper back she then proceeded to give it a few light pats before moving around to face the other head on.
“Please, I could have been less gentle than I was. You’re lucky I don’t treat your body the same way I do my own.” In other words he best be glad he was not a god, “You should be all set to go now, but be sure to stay vigilant then men who attacked us are most likely going to be creeping around the area.”
Pulling out a new roll of tape she began bandaging herself up. Whoever these humans were they were far stronger than any she had seen before (this man included). Perhaps this had been the town had a wall around it; was it to keep in those who resided here? “Do you know of a place I might be able to rest in? I hadn’t been able to find one before I was attacked, and you seem to know about this place.”
Smut Sentence Starters
“Beg for it.”
“I want to fuck you right now.”
“I’m going to make it hurt.”
“I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“I’m your Master and you’ll do what I say.”
“It’s not going to fit!”
“I’m the only one that would ever fuck you.”
“Spread your legs for me.”
[text] What are you wearing?
“Get on your knees.”
“Did we fuck last night?”
“I didn’t know you were so kinky.”
“I think you need to be spanked.”
“You look good tied up.”
“Put on a show for me.”
“I’m not wearing any underwear.”
[text] I didn’t mean to send those pictures!
“I think the condom broke.”
“You know you like when I tease you.”
“You’ve been a bad boy/girl.”
“We should try adding a third person.”
“You don’t have to be so gentle.”
“Wrong hole!”
“Bend over.”
“I’m never getting on my knees for you again.”
“You’re going to break me.”
“Fuck me.”
“You belong to me.”
“Harder.”
“Punish me.”
“I’m gonna cum!”
⅟∾ goddesses
↳ athena, goddess of war strategy, wisdom and inspiration
Send me “Survival +” and a harsh environment for a drabble or starter about our muses trying to survive.
Examples: “Survival + abandoned city” “Survival + desert island” or “Survival + deep forest”. Perfect for apocalyptic or post-apocalyptic settings as well!
fearbehindasmile:
—Her WICKED lips curled up into a small smirk. “Of course. I am considered an ‘ expert ’ and I have DABBLED in the art of DARK MAGIC and amongst other things, like HEXES and CURSES, including a few spells here and there that are not related to dark magic AT all. So, do you wish for a warming hex? A FIERY one that could… warm your veins or your skin.”
Was this woman some sort of witch? How intriguing... How long had it been since she heard of someone versed in such arts. The last time she had seen anything of the sort she had been back in Mount Olympus with her father and brethren, “As much as I would love to see such a spell I must politely decline. I do not wish for you to double cross and curse me; I have seen such a thing happen before and the prospect of it occurring to myself does not sit well with me.”
bruiisedheart:
bandages had been wound carefully around her knuckles and wrists, now WORN from the onslaught of blows she had placed upon a punching bag in the corner. she didn’t seem to be affected physically, aside from a slightly LABOURED breath, and twitching hands that wanted to continue her work, and that she did.
her breath hissed from her lungs as she moved enough to break a sweat, which crawled down her body as she hit the bag, ‘left hook, right hook, uppercut, round kick, followed by a ridge hand strike-’ the list went on as she performed each move with near-expertise, mouth slightly parted as she tested the moves, before settling back into her stance after nearly ten minutes of consistently going at the bag. her breath was far more heavy this time, and a shine to her skin was visible. she caught the eye of a nearby watcher, and made her way over with a casual step.
“so, d’you’ve any critiques, athena?” // @dekimare
Per usual the goddess had been propped up against one of the stands, brown eyes intently watching as the female went about her usual routine. A thumb brushed against her lower lip as she began replay the movements the other had made in her mind. Taeko had one of hell of a fighting form, and was among the best Athena had ever seen.
Attention snapped away from her thoughts, and towards the fighter as she neared, “Your uppercuts...The stance looked a bit more tense today than normal.” At least she thought so, but maybe it was her just being too critical. She prided herself on being highly versed in hand to hand combat techniques, and at times would hold people at a standard no mortal could ever hope to achieve.
“However other than that I must say you were looking quite well today; well done Tae.” Holding out a bottle she gave the other a small nod, “Drink, you need to stay hydrated.”
cuddly / platonic-ish memes
“your feet are cold.”
“movies are made for watching, not for asking questions.”
“you’re hogging the blankets!”
“we should cuddle… for warmth.”
“is that your hand on my leg?”
“scoot over.”
“can we watch something else? this is scary.”
“are you shivering?”
“if you start snoring, i won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”
“did you eat all the popcorn?”
“your hair keeps getting in my face.”
“are you even wearing pants??”
“stop kicking me!”
“you’re a good pillow.”
“do i look like a foot-rest to you?”
“do i look like a pillow to you?”
“i’m cold.”
“why can’t you ever just lay still?”
@fearbehindasmile [ A ]
She had been certain the words that just left the others mouth had been hex, twice, but for a moment she had to pause and stare. Was this person just messing with her, or being serious? “I’ve never heard of such a hex; is it actually possible to do such a thing?”
