Amaline

Chara bio: academic, puppy girl, crafter, mighty but small sideblog! follows back from lavenderscarlet!

[saburaito]

whatever  her  reason  was,      he  didn't  judge  so  freely.      everyone  had  their  own  reasons  for  going  off  on  their  own;     whether  it  was   family  issues,      or  a  bad  relationship.      he  wouldn't  make  such  an  assumption  without  knowing  all  of  the  details  of  her  situation.      her  body  language  enough  showed  her  shame. 

taking  the  map  from  her,      he  looks  over  the  scribbles.        thankfully,     the  area  was  familiar  to  him.       he  knew  his  way  around  the  big  city.         SABU   had  grown  up  here,     the  streets  were  something  he  traversed  from  a  young  age.      his  father  did  not  care  much  for  supervision,   leaving  him  to  navigate  on  his  own  since  he  was  much  too  young.        ❝      you're   ….   a  little  far  off.     ❞      he  comments,     placing  his  finger  over  the  star  on  the  map.        ❝      this   is  where  you  want  to  go,      correct?    ❞

there  was  no  denying   the  fact  that  she   needed     his  help.      being  so  far  lost  from  her  destinations  was  proof  alone.         she  wasn't  going  to  find  her  hotel  when  she  was  clear  on  the  other  half  of  the  city. 

[doll-house-library]

Despite him not saying so Amaline has become fully aware that she is much further from her destination than she intended. It's not the first time she's heard the pause as one lightens the blow of just how lost she is. Honestly, Amaline is just glad he doesn't tease her for it.

She looks to where he points on the map and nods. "I was trying to stop by this really cool stationary store that was recommend to me on the way back to my hotel."

If Sabu decided to take a closer look at the map he'd realize that at least three of the other locations she had starred were also stationary related. One was even the Museum of Stationary!

[saburaito]

his  touch  no  doubt  frightens  her,     but  he  is  in  no  position  to  allow  her  to  fall  back  to  the  ground.      he  doesn't  wish  to  make  people  passing  by  think  that  he  was  bullying  her   -   making  her  sit  on  the  cold  concrete  while  he  stared  at  her  with  a  half  -  glare. 

❝     traveling  by   yourself   is  dangerous.     ❞     he  scolds,     before  looking  down  to  the  map  in  her  hands.      then  her  confession.      ❝      ah,     so  the  map  is  pointless.      may  i  see  it?    ❞      he  holds  out  his  hand  expectantly  for  the  piece  of  paper.        perhaps,     it  would  enlighten  him  of  her  destination.       or,     it  would  serve  to  confuse  him  worse.     there  was  something  about  this  woman  that  was  difficult  to  place,      she  seemed   off.   he  wasn't  going  to  interrogate  her  further,      her  stress  obvious. 

❝      there  is  a  chance  i  would  know  your  destination.      something  similar,     maybe  a  landmark.      if  you  can't  read  the  map  well  then  …   you  need  someone  to  help.    ❞

[doll-house-library]

His scolding causes her to shrink just the slightest bit more, shoulders scrunching up around her ears. Amaline knew traveling alone was dangerous, especially for her. Stupid peer pressure.

She reluctantly hands over the map to him. It was a little difficult to read with just how crumpled the thing had become. There were a few destinations circled, a few starred, and a little house icon over what was presumably her hotel. Each location had a little line indicating how to get there from the hotel. Anyone who was unaware of her condition would think her very well organized.

The main issue, he would come to find, was those things were also clear on the other side of the city.

"Yes... I would really appreciate the help."

[ps1]

台品茶園

[ballpolisher]

im so feral for the full nelson position, just want to be folded in half and then physically made to look down at the cock destroying my hole. cant move, cant think, cant do anything but go “uh uh uh” as a pair of fat balls unloads right into my unprotected womb

[targetedoe]

[twissted-angel]

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[space-wishes]

Spring calls! ☎️

[citrinebunny]

being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

[leneemusing]

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language,  threats and implied violence.

to each other:

❝  you’re mine. only mine.  ❞

❝  i’m all yours.  ❞

❝  mine.  ❞

❝  yours.  ❞

❝  we belong to each other.   ❞

❝  you belong to me.  ❞

❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me.  you’re it.  you’re all i want.  ❞

❝  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞

❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞

❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞

❝  i don’t like the way they keep staring at you.   ❞

❝  i don’t like how they keep staring at me.   ❞

❝  are they making you uncomfortable?  i can do something about it.  ❞

❝  no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to.  ❞

❝  stop—  it’s okay.  they’re not worth your anger.  just kiss me.  ❞

❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞

❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞

❝  well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it.  ❞

❝  show everyone who i belong to.  ❞

❝  i’m gonna remind them you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that i’m yours.  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞

❝  you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention.  ❞

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞

❝  i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.  ❞

❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

to a third party:

❝  get the fuck away from them!  ❞

❝  look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything.  ❞

❝  don’t you dare touch them.  ❞

❝  yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away.  ❞

❝  you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now.  ❞

❝  you heard them,  get lost.  ❞

❝  lucky for you,  i don’t wanna ruin their night.  but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate.  ❞

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

❝  see,  i woulda left it alone.  but you made them fucking cry.  so now you’re gonna lose your eyes.  ❞

❝  hey,  they said ‘no.’  ❞

❝  hey asshole,  shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up.  ❞

❝  what did you just say to them,  you little shit?  ❞

❝  oh yeah.  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞

❝  get lost.  ❞

❝  go.  ❞

❝  leave.  before my patience runs out.  ❞

❝  get the fuck outta their face.  ❞

❝  hey,  that’s enough.  ❞

actions:

[ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. 

[ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way. 

[ SHELTER ]  for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public. 

[ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party. 

[ RESCUE ]  for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable. 

[ CHASE ]  for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness. 

[ TENSION ]  for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other. 

[ STOP ]  for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them. 

[ MEND ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them. 

[ CARESS ]  for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

[ TAKE ]  for one muse to passionately kiss the other,  fueled by jealousy. 

[ TAUNT ]  for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. 

[ REMIND ]  for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy. 

[ LINKED ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner. 

[thebrunettee]

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

[saburaito]

his  emotions  had  no  negative  intentions  to  show.      he  wouldn't  take  advantage  of  a  woman  who  was  trying  to  relax  at  a  bar,      he  didn't  need  the  attention  so   desperately.        though,      having  a  sip  of  her  drink  to  help  her  out  was  no  issue  to  him.      ❝        that   makes  two  of  us.        being  unable  to  control  yourself  is  a  foolish  mistake.        you  should  always  keep  your  wits  about  you.      you   never   know  who  is  around.        ❞      the  concern  bubbling  to  the  top  of  his  emotions  was  no   fake   thought;   he  worried  about  those  that  would  allow  themselves  to  let  go  too  thoroughly.    

❝      nothing   wrong  with  a  treat,      just  don't  over  indulge.      ❞     she  was  taking  slow  sips  of  the  drink  as  they  spoke,      same  for  himself.        he  didn't  want  to  chug  a  glass  of  straight  liquor  just  to  order  another.      relaxation  was  key,      not  allowing  himself  to  lose  himself  completely.       it  was   rare   that  he  would  allow  himself  to  take  part  in  bar  culture.      the  live  music  was  the  only  reason  that  he  was  there     -     a  guitar  player  in  the  far  corner  of  the  bar,      strumming  away  on  notes.      ❝      this  place  is  known  for   over  indulgence,     don't  let  yourself  get  sucked  in.      enjoy  the  music,     the  people.     just  don't  lose  yourself.      ❞

[doll-house-library]

She nodded in agreement. She was very well aware of what could happen with over indulgence; it was something she sadly had a history with. A reason Amaline didn't go out to places like this all that often. "If I had known that in advance maybe I would've picked someplace else." She laughs half-heartedly. Somehow she always picked the places that would get her in trouble.

Amaline could see the smallest blip of enjoyment, something already present on the surface among his emotions, slowly grow as the guitarist started a new song. "Do you like music?" she asks already knowing the answer.

[lavenderscarlet]

Character Questionnaire

Tagged by @il-mostrc

Amaline ( @doll-house-library )

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?

It's a very mellow scent of her own natural body odor, charcoal, and vanilla or lavender. Amaline has very sensitive skin because of chronic dermatitis and is unfortunately allergic to SLS (most medicated washes and shampoos contain sls) so she has to use natural alternatives. Charcoal or Coal Tar shampoos and body washes are her go to.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞/𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫?

Daily. Since she has to use natural alternatives for her skin she has to use them daily. If she gets super sweaty on warm days she'll usually rinse off once she gets home.

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬/𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬?

She has a few ear piercings, a nostril, and a septum! She's a fan of small jewelry for her nose piercings.

In some canons she has a tattoo of Hallelujahs symbol as a mark of ownership.

𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬?

When she's curious she genuinely tilts her head like a puppy.

When in public she tries not to stim but usually ends up doing small movements (flapping, grabby hands, rocking back and forth, etc) when overwhelmed or excited.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧?

Usually something baggy! A t-shirt, baggy pj pants, a night gown. The specifics depend on the temperature. In extra hot weather she's usually in just panties trying not to melt.

The only time she wears anything different is when Hallelujah orders her to or if she's been fucked stupid (in which she's usually waking up in the middle of the night and asking for underwear).

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?

It's more accessory than clothing, but her day and formal collar. She loves being owned.

In verses where she isn't owned it's almost always her big fluffy skirts.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩?

Amaline is rolling out of bed to take her morning shower, asthma meds, and then eat breakfast. It's usually something quick she can microwave or a big bowl of cereal.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩? 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?

Whatever odd little contortion she ends up in with support from a body pillow (or her Daddy as a human body pillow).

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?

Smooth, cool, and soft. Almost velvet like.

If you go to inspect her hands she does have some small callusses on her fingers from writing and crafting.

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?

She's the kind of person that carries around little candies, so most would expect her to taste sweet like her beloved butterscotch or little chocolates.

In actuality, she tastes like rich warm coffee.

Sometimes there's a subtle nutty honey flavor from Hallelujahs baklava but the coffee is almost always the strongest flavor.

Tagging: @outrankarma @voidvector and anyone else who wants to do this!

I'm totally gonna do felix later

[noahsresources]

ODDLY  SPECIFIC  SENSUAL  TOUCHES

happy sinday y’all! feel free to change any descriptors, combine prompts, and play with context if desired. spicier prompts towards the bottom. add +↻ for the reverse! ♡

[ grope ] — sender feels up receiver’s ass [ spank ] — sender spanks receiver [ trace ] — sender traces up receiver’s stomach/chest [ kiss ] — sender trails kisses down receiver’s chest and stomach [ hickey ] — sender gives receiver a hickey [ grab ] — sender feels up along receiver’s hips [ squeeze ] — sender feels up along receiver’s thighs [ slim ] — sender feels up along receiver’s sides [ gentle ] — sender sensually presses and traces along receiver’s back [ neck ] — sender bites and licks along receiver’s neck [ nibble ] — sender bites and licks along receiver’s collarbone [ massage ] — sender gives receiver a sensual back massage [ nibble ] — sender nibbles and licks against receiver’s breasts/nipples [ rub ] — sender teases and pinches at receiver’s breasts/nipples [ lick ] — sender nibbles and licks along receiver’s ear [ mouth ] — sender kisses down the back of receiver’s neck and spine [ feel ] — sender massages against receiver’s ass and the backs of their legs [ grind ] — sender grinds against a part of receiver’s body (specify where) [ strip ] — sender teasingly pulls receiver’s pants and underwear off [ pull ] — sender teasingly pulls receiver’s panties/boxers out of the way [ naked ] — sender fully strips receiver naked [ tease ] — sender teases receiver’s ass open [ open ] — sender teases receiver’s legs open [ tremble ] — sender teasingly traces along receiver’s cock/pussy/genitals [ finger ] — sender fingers receiver [ tongue ] — sender licks along receiver’s cock/pussy/genitals [ ass ] — sender licks and bites along receiver’s ass [ slick ] — sender licks along receiver’s anus [ smooch ] — our muses french kiss while naked

[gloomglimmer]

›   A TENDER MOMENT OF CONFESSION.

“You must be blind if you can't see how I feel about you.”

“I shouldn't have to say it.”

“Don't you see?”

“Three words.” 

“If you want me to leave, I can.” 

“I would prefer if we spoke about this now.”

"You said you wanted to talk?

“Do you need me to say it out loud?”

“Let's agree not to lie to one another.”

“I think of you often.”

“I suspect you don't know how I truly feel.”

“Distance could not put a wedge between us.” 

“I suppose I'm not good at this.”

“What if I wanted it to work?”

“Do you care about me?”

“What more could you want?”

“I thought it was between us.”

“I don't do dates.”

“I don't do relationships.”

“You're different.”

“You're making it difficult.” 

[saburaito]

she  was  no  doubt  lost.    no  doubt,   someone  that  didn't  know  how  to  handle  themself  in  the  city.      he  let  out  a  soft  huff,     her  apology  falling  on  deaf  ears.      he  didn't   care   for  that,      she  was  in  need  at  the  moment.        it  wasn't  like  him  to  offer  charity,     he  was   cold   to  most  that  knew  him.        helping  unstable  women  on  the  street  wasn't  his  hobby.      hooking  his  hand  under  her  arm,      he  helps  her  become  less   wobbly   on  her  feet.   

❝      you  can't  look  so   vulnerable   around  here,        people  will  take  advantage  of  that.   this  is  the   big  city.      ❞      his  words  of  caution  were  not  to  be  ignored.      there  was  plenty  of  people  that  would  have  taken  her  confusion  for  their  own  gain;    sabu  was  not  one  of  them.      he  had  no  reason  to  treat  someone  unfairly;     not  where  business  wasn't  involved.      ❝      let's  start  at  the  beginning.      who  are  you?    ❞     he  expects  some  sort  of  an  explanation,        how  did  she  get  there?        there  had  to  be  a  plausible  reason  that  she  was  in  such  distress.      whether  it  was  from  fear  of  being  chased,      or  from  mental  confusion.      he  expected  her  to   spill   whatever  was  plaguing  her. 

[doll-house-library]

Amaline stiffens slightly with the sudden touch. She wasn't expecting to be helped up nor was she too keen on being touched at the moment. The worst thing was she knew he was right. Looking vulnerable in the city was probably the worst thing you could do, especially when you actually were vulnerable. She takes a deep breathe before trying to speak again.

"My name is Amaline. I-I was pressured into solo traveling even though uhm..." She wrings the already abused map in her hands. God this is embarrassing. "I uhm, have a brain issue that makes it so I can't read maps..." She could feel the pinpricks of heat along her cheeks, praying the flush of embarrassment wasn't as visible as it felt.

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

[saburaito]

he's  usually  not  one  for  giving  a  helping  hand.      the  trouble  of  other  people  was  best  left  to  themselves;     getting  involved  didn't  often  end  well  for  him.      

though,      seeing  a  woman   -   her  dress  ruffled  around  her.      she  looked  to  be  on  the  verge  of  tears;      crouched  down  in  the  middle  of  the  street.      everyone  else  had  walked  around  her,      giving  some  space  as  they  did.      she  might  have  been  a  foreigner,      or  some  kind  of  tourist.      he  wasn't  quite  sure.      SABU   didn't  judge  someone  on  their  manner  of  dress,      his  own  was  quite  unique  in  itself.    

combat  boots  stopping  in  front  of  her,      he  leans  over  to  try  and  catch  sight  of  her  panic  -  stricken  face.        ❝     you're  in  the  middle  of  the  street.     ❞      he  comments,     wondering  if  she  had  noticed  everyone  taking  their  chances  to  walk  around  her.     these  parts  were   busy,      most  people  keeping  their  head  down   &   ignoring  each  other  to  the  best  of  their  abilities. 

[doll-house-library]

Amaline was trying so hard not to hyperventilate she doesn't even notice the man standing in front of her until he speaks. Her breathe catches in her throat, her head whipping up to take in her surroundings. Amaline had been so freaked out that she hadn't even noticed where she ended up.

"oh god, I-I'm sorry." She stands, her knees just as wobbly as her voice. "I'll get out of the way." An embarrased flush making it's way across her cheeks nearly disguises how red rimmed her eyes are. She had almost been successful holding back the tears. "I'm sorry for the inconvience." She adds quietly before looking to see what direction would be most promising for a hole to curl up in and die of shame.